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A Euphoric Reunion

By: Carina

June 2022, LA

Your cheeks are hurting from laughing too much. Your eyes squint shut as you cackle uncontrollably from Jungkook's string of jokes he's telling. He buckles forward in heaving laughter as well, his nose nearly grazing your shoulder. 

The two of you are in a tight elevator of the Hilton near LAX, it's been 2 hours since tonight's final concert fireworks went off.  The age of the building can't be masked by room sprays in the small lift, so a damp smell lingers. 

You know Jungkook extremely despises this kind of smell. In the past, he complained about various hotel elevators in texts he lazily sent to you when he was on tour. 

"Aish, i naemsae, jinjja shireo" ( ugh, this smell, I really hate it)

But today, he seems so distracted by glee that the pungent scent isn't bothering him. He's here with you, after all these years. Who wouldn't be glad to see you?

You see his scrunching nose under his camo bucket hat, through the messy curtain of wavy ash gray hair, as he bends forward, hands on his knees, and bouncing with audible squeaks, as a result of his own damn joke. You're nearly crying at this point, and place your left hand on his shoulder to support yourself, touching the smooth leather of his jacket.

"HE LOOKED LIKE FUCKING 'NYANGO STAR', JUST GIVE HIM A DRUMSET I SWEAR TO GOD!" You hiccuped, continuing the humourous conversation about how Jin lost a challenge between songs during the concert and as a penalty, had to wear a plump apple costume, wear his hair sprout-style, and do excessive aegyo. Jungkook let out a final high pitched squawk of hysteria from your comment before eventually rising up and slowly composing himself. You smile with infatuation, and slide your hand, which was now up to your head due to his height, from his defined shoulder down to his mid-back. You're side-by-side now, with your hips closely touching his. The smooth grain of the jacket is velvety under your fingertips, and the ripples of his back muscles are evident. 

You're trying to be nonchalant with the touches, because you want him to advance first. He kept his distance for the entirety of the concert, as you viewed from the VIP box in the Staples Center, and even when you two met backstage, in front of the other members and the mix of HYBE and stadium staff, there was only a stiff bow exchanged between the two of you. 

Just touch me back, Oppa. Tell me that you missed me? It's driving me crazy.

You both feel the elevator float to a stop, at the 40th floor, which is reserved for HYBE artists and staff.

The creaky elevator's contrasting state-of-the-art button panel glowed with the words "Scan to authorize"

"Ah.." he mumbles, he begins searching his loose black cargo pants' eight buttoned pockets for the access card. 

As he bends down to casually search his leg pockets, you touch the stretched leather of his Saint Laurent bomber over the back. His bumpy spine can be felt through the thick hide. You're momentarily dazed in the thought of feeling those features of his beautiful body, without such an obstacle. It'll be tonight, you know it. It's been nearly two years since you've touched each other, because of the pandemic.

"Mw-mwoji? Eodigasseo?" ( What the, where'd it go?) He mumbles adorably and laughs nervously. 

He folds down further to reach the pocket near his ankle, and you can't help but giggle over the absurdity.

You pat his back gently, then playfully whine,

"Yah~, why would it be in-" but you're quickly silenced by him rising up, the card between index and middle finger. He turns to you, smirks, and gives the most endearing eyebrow raise. His round eyes somehow sparkle under the hat. You can't help the sigh that comes out of your mouth, part disbelief and part admiration. 

He's truly unique

He hears the sigh, which nearly sounded like a moan, loud and clear. The human bunny keeps the burning eye contact for two everlasting seconds, before lunging forward, his pink lips just centimeters from your forehead. He's clearly reaching for the scanner, but he's also obnoxiously close to you. The elevator isn't THAT small, that can't be the only reason for his proximity. As a result, his right pec is resting against your collarbone, and his upper abs are pressing hard against your breast, you hold your breath to stop an impending scream. You look up, his eyes are dark, under the hat's shade beneath. He holds the panty-dropping smirk with confidence. You creep your hand up to the nape of his neck. You want his lips to smother yours, right fucking now. 

Beep! -- "a c c e p t e d"

The card is scanned quickly and the doors rumble open. You stay in the offending position for two more lengthy seconds, then Jungkook breaks the silence,

"Nal ttarawa" ( follow me) he growls in a sexy, surprisingly low voice. You melt right then and there, it was that tone of voice you yearned to hear once again. All the long distance late night calls you were forced to resort to for the torturous period of celibacy could never replicate him in the flesh. His voice of want was buttery, inviting, reassuring, yet treacherous and unpredictable. You, entranced by the order, stare up to him with needy eyes, nodding furiously, your teeth leaving indents on your lower lip. 

The long corridor's repetitive pattern of doors and lights confuse you, but the superstar's large hand intertwines with yours, knowledgeably leading you down to his room in a palpable hurry. Since you're being hauled through the corridor with such might and speed, you begin to lean forward, causing your heels to not touch the ground. Your Louboutins slide across the carpet dangerously, and you nearly slip. You yelp, and Jungkook immediately turns around to catch you by your sexy waist in your knee-high purple dress. You weren't really gonna fall, but his eyes widen in concern anyways. You almost think it was an effort to shut you up in this scandalous hallway. You stumble a little, but his quick thinking brings you straight up again. Instead of being scared, you're ecstatic. You're giggling silently, eyes shaped into slits of joy. He is smiling gorgeously as well, his eyes filled with adoration. The want is filling you whole.

He's finally here, in front of me. I missed you so much, Oppa.

His steps slow down as the two of you reach the door. He turns to you and flashes his classic Kookie grin, still holding your hand tight. His other hand pulls out and scans the card, while his half moon eyes are still glued on you. But when the scanner beeps and the door unlocks, his smile dissipates. The other hand pushes the door open, his eyes darken, trailing you up and down. You can feel his glare on you, heating up every part of your body it touches. He enters the dark room back-first, trailing you in gently.

"Yeogi wa" ( come here) he mumbles, biting his lip. Once you are completely in, he slams the door shut. His forearms and elbow pressed against the metal door, between your head and shoulder. He eyefucks your gorgeous face, examining you closely, with the subtle moonlight as his only light source. He raises his other hand to caress your cheek. There is a silence for a few moments, then you hear him swallow hard. His hand is slightly shaking.

"Bogoshippeosseo, jagiya. Jinjjaro" ( I missed you honey, really.) he choked out painfully. His hands move to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

You look up to his dark face, only a silhouette.  You can't see his tears, but his shaky voice brings back all the painful memories. The nights when you lied cold and alone, while he did the same. The FaceTimes you would have, where he tried his hardest to stay awake, while it was early afternoon for you, and vice versa. You can't imagine how difficult it must have been for Jungkook, who had to hide the love you two had for 2 years straight, from virtually everyone. While you could get away with saying that your boyfriend is overseas, he couldn't even say he was dating someone. You realize, from him standing vulnerably before you, that this period was much harder for him than for you. 

"Let me see you, baby." You whisper, caressing his waist comfortingly. He sighs a hot breath down the cleavage of your low v neck, removing his arm from the door, and reluctantly reaching for the light switch beside your head. The tiny wall lamp's bulb glows on. His face is illuminated, and it's as you'd expect. His scarred and defined cheeks are wet with tears, his nose hot, and his large eyes red. He looks at you blankly. Defeated. 

You can't fight your own tears now. Your eyes turn worried.

"Oppa... " You quietly cried, you sigh heavily. Your manicured hands reach up and cup his little face, feeling his sharp jaw in the palms of your hands, dragging your thumbs across to wipe the tears. 

"I'm here, I'm here with you now. I'm not going anywhere. Hmm? Arajji?" ( Ok? )

He nods lightly, as one more tear rolls down his cheek, you bring his face close to yours, looking in his sad eyes deeply. You mumble "ok?" a last time before you finally kiss. Your lips are swollen with emotion, his wet tears transferring onto your cheeks, as you mash together with pure necessity. Eyes closed, his head tilts naturally. His heavy arms, which sat at his sides with lethargy, become reenergized, palming your waist and back restlessly. You lace your arms around his neck, tipping off his hat, and tugging his soft waves of hair. You smile into his kiss, while he leans forward needily with some pressure. His tongue is licking your lips wet, begging to enter you. And you let him, tilting your head the opposite way, catching his tongue, intertwining with it, and sucking it out. He isn't letting you breathe, and neither are you, making the contact endless. You mutter his name, 'baby', 'Oppa', and all the possible things you could call the ethereal man before you. You can't help but let out small giggles when you get a moment between his neverending attack of your gorgeous mouth. 

His hands stroke down your back, going lower and lower, finally settling at the base of your ass, and the start of your thigh. Suddenly he lifts you up, having you sit on his waist. You squeal in surprise and giggle a little, and your legs naturally wrap themselves around his hips. You kick the heels off your crossed feet, which fly and land in random corners of the room. He creaks his head up to look at you, and you bend your head down to do the same. You notice his tears are dry now, and his eyes are filled with warmth. He is really happy, the most content you've seen him all evening. He didn't even smile like this during the concert. He gives a unique gaze when in pure euphoria. His eyes turn half-moon-like, his lips pucker cutely, and his nose scrunches tight. His hair slides back, exposing his forehead to display his entire godly face. You bend down closer to hold his face again. 

The passionate makeout session continues for some moments, with no sign of either of you getting sick of it. Jungkook occasionally hikes you back up, as you slip down his waist due to gravity. In those moments, however, he is subtly dragging your dress's skirt higher and higher, until it’s bunched up at your belly button, and your lacy black thong is visible. He can now grope your bare ass, as you stay distracted in the deep kiss. His open hands grab onto the cheeks dominantly, making you jump and let out a little whoop from the slap of his hands. He snickers quietly, his eyes disappearing from your adorable reaction. The warm and slender fingers press deep into your cushiony bottom.

Jungkook slowly steps back towards the hotel bed, and begins to leave wet kisses down your neck and collarbones. He emits a low hum as his nose traces towards your cleavage. You moan audibly from the touch you were deprived of, dazed from the sensation. Since you tower above and can look over his head, you squint to see the way as your neck and chest is being loved. You direct him in whines and giggles, "Yeah, you're good, oh wait watch out. Aish, why is your suitcase left out in the middle of the room?! A little to your left..." but the shadows build, as the two of you move further and further from the lobby lamplight. You can't see well anymore as you get engulfed in the shadow. Jungkook, silently grunting to keep you up, his hands still groping your cheeks in desperation. He's awaiting your direction, but all you can do is mumble uncertainly, since you now can't see the way well either. You are deathly afraid of tripping and falling down, but you are more terrified of hurting Jungkook. He has a concert tomorrow night. If he sprained his ankle because he tripped over his Timberlands in the dark hotel room while holding your dumbass, you wouldn't forgive yourself.

You worriedly caution him "Ani, j-jamkkan- AACK!" ( No, hold on- AACK!) You suddenly yelp as your body gets slammed onto the marshmallow soft bed. 

Jungkook felt the bed frame touch his calf as he licked up and down your collarbones, realizing that he was right by the bed. As you nervously said your words, he smirked in the darkness. He turned around and dropped you on the bed roughly, confident you wouldn't be hurt, just flustered, thanks to the high quality mattresses of the VIP suites. 

You gasp in utter shock by the maneuver Jungkook just pulled. All you hear in the darkness is a breathy snort, by none other than the perpetrator. 

"Oppa!" You try to sound mad, but it is really hard to do so at the moment. You're too elated to even fake a negative emotion. So it comes out of your mouth in a twisted, unfamiliar tone, somehow sounding even more desperate and sexy to the man. You hear a click! and the bedside lamp is turned on. You can now see the bed you’re on. The room is quite messy, with clothes strewn on chairs, luggages, Jungkook’s Alienware gaming setup on the large glass table beside an unopened gift basket of  American snacks, and finally him. Jungkook is looking delicious, his wavy hair a little disheveled from your makeout ruffling, his brows strong and defined, his jawline sharp as a blade, his lips flushed red and shaped into a bratty smirk, and his round eyes narrowed, checking you out in the dim light. He mockingly sneers at  your half-hearted complaint "Mhmm~? Waegurae baby?" ( What is it, baby?) You sit up and still try to make an angry face, twisting your brows down, but he’s already called out your bluff. So now, you can’t help but blurt out a giggle, which he responds with a nose scrunch and a genuine smile. Jungkook stands by the bedside, while you're sitting on your ass being a mess sprawled on his mattress. Your bare legs are slightly open, and your feet peer off the bed, touching his knee. The purple dress is now shimmied up to your waist, with your panties on scandalous display. Unexpected embarrassment sweeps over you by the position, and regretful thoughts begin to surface. 

Oh god, I'm nervous all of a sudden. It's been so long… Does he still have the same feelings for me? What if I’m less attractive to him, after all these years? ... *Sigh* what I would give to know what he's thinking.  

You're about to pull your knees up to your chest, to cover up a bit, but he stops you in your tracks by a domineering order, "Andwae. geureojima jagiya" ( Don’t. Don't do that honey) He grasps your ankles firmly, not tight enough to hurt you, but you’re definitely unable to move. You gasp and look up at Jungkook, with wide eyes, shallowly breathing, curious about his next move.

“Just stay right there” he whispers, letting his grip loosen from your lower limbs. He stares right into your eyes, brows furrowed with desire. His tongue presses against the inside of his lower lip, admiring the view.

He slowly peels off the bomber, revealing a matching Saint Laurent white tee underneath. It looks slightly damp with sweat, the second skin moulded against his muscular torso, outlining his impressive pecs, shoulders, and tiny waist. His tattooed arms flex and glisten in the low light, as he lazily folds the jacket, eventually yeeting it behind, landing on a chair stacked with some other clothes. He looks so refreshed to take it off.

He was wearing that thick jacket ever since he showered after the show. He even wore it the entire time at the rented-out KBBQ joint, Ahgassi Gopchang, where the members and staff had a late and well deserved dinner. Manager Sejin let you in, and slid you a MOTS hat, to pose as a crew member. You managed to be seated beside Jungkook, but on the next table. The meter wide gap between you two kept suspicions low, as you ate the sundaeguk and hotpot quietly with the mix of American and Korean staff. The two of you didn’t talk much, and when he did speak to you, he spoke formally, keeping sentences short and respectful, with you doing the same. Instead, he texted you non-stop, sending funny memes and cute Kooky stickers in every possible format imaginable. He was being so extra, but you were smitten anyway. You dismissed the jacket, because LA nights drop down to 16°C easily. The only explanation then, is that your touch undeniably heated him up.

You unconsciously lick your lips and bite hard, your curious eyes misting over with an urge. He is still eyeing you, seeing everything you just did with your mouth. He smirks playfully, mirroring your lips. Crossing his toned arms, each hand grabbing the lower seam, Jungkook takes the tee up and off in one fell sweep. You almost have a nose bleed. He is so much more muscular than when you last saw him in early 2020. He has new tattoos on both arms, entire right pec, and a gorgeous coloured dragon on his left rib cage. Of course, he sent you photos when he got it done, but seeing it literally in the flesh is another experience.

That’s it… I want you right fucking now, Jungkook .

Your hands reach out immediately, your lips turn pouty, whining quietly. His gorgeous body is just inches away from you, and you’re getting impatient. 

Jungkook stands confidently, between your feet, and undoes the trouser drawstring. You see a shape that, despite the baggy pants, can’t be concealed. You stare shamelessly, even leaning forward, looking there, then up to his eyes. Jungkook chuckled and blushed, he loves seeing you fawn over him. The pants drop effortlessly, the combat boots are kicked off, and his socks slipped off. His black boxers are stretched tight by arousal, and his thighs are watermelon-crushing. He places one knee right between yours, just inches away from your swelling flower, and the other knee on the side. His skin touching your sensitive inner thighs sends a shiver up your spine, “Mmm” you murmur, “Jinjja joha, oppa” ( I really like it, Oppa) His muscular arms rest by either side of your head, His boba eyes smiling lovingly, while his smirk is pure devilishness. 

You needily close your legs around his thigh, trying to get any sort of contact on your sweet spot, and it feels heavenly. Your hands travel to his face again, touching his cheek gently, feeling the slightest roughness of his shaved face. Your eyes twinkle as you move the needy hands lower, from his neck, pawing his hard pecs, then going to his nipple, touching and twisting it gently. Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed, dropping down slowly, burying his face in your hair and neck, as he moans lightly from your playful touch. You drag your hands lower, exploring his abs, your flat palms sliding across the sweaty washboard, down to his belly button, and beyond.

“Ah…” he audibly mumbles, nuzzling your neck, then moving up, kissing and licking your ear. He feels the grip of your legs tighten, countering your eagerness by flexing his thick thigh hard. Hearing the loud whine you let out as a result, he whips his head up from your warm neck and glares at you wide-eyed. Jungkook then places his tatted hand on your cheek, the thumb pressing your lower lip down, opening your mouth slightly. You can’t tell if he is warning you to keep it down, or hinting something else. His eyes are now daggers, dark with intent. Despite being frozen by his piercing gaze, your lower body has a mind of its own. You can’t help but lift and drop your hips, grinding on his thigh.

As you continue your desperate solo journey to pleasure, Jungkook opens your mouth wide, lowering his face to meet yours. His tongue stretches down into your little mouth, dancing with your tongue, licking your rosy lips. The kisses seal and unseal, while one of your hands caress his raging bulge. He moans into the kiss, as you rub and hold the member through the cloth. He decides enough is enough. 

He gives you one last, tight smooch before rising up and kneeling between your legs, noticing that his thigh is drenched in your wetness. He touches the juices, raising his fingers to the lamp light, the tips glistening. He looks back at you with a playful smirk, and a heartstopping eyebrow raise. He brings the fingers to his lips, and sucks you dry. He looks at you dead on, eyes narrowed, head tilted slightly, and a smile creeping. You know this expression, and gosh how much you missed it. You smile slyly too, slowly shuffling backwards to the centre of the bed.

But, he gets up and walks over to the end of the bed, whipping his hair back, getting ready to devour you. He bends down to search his open suitcase, his ass mooning you. The boxers contour his ass and balls well. His glutes never looked so toned and sexy. You sit cross legged anticipatingly at the centre of the bed by the pillows, stretching your neck to see what Jungkook is rummaging for. After a few moments, Jungkook pops his head back up.

“Ah! Chajatda.” ( Ah, found it!) Jungkook exclaimed. He pulls out pink heart-shaped handcuffs, twirling them on his index finger. 

You are speechless. 

“Geuge mwoya?” ( What’s that?)

“It’s from ‘Butter’! Remember? The concept photos”

You think for a moment, then it clicks. The jailbird concept photoshoot.

“Why do you still have that?” you laugh nervously.

“Ah… you know. During that shoot, all I could think about was seeing you chained up in these. So I kept it.” he mumbles, smirking eagerly

Your heart begins to race, and your core twitches from Jungkook saying that, but you don’t let it show. You squint in disbelief from what you’re hearing. Jungkook sees your reaction, looks back down to the cuffs and chuckles, “Of course that isn’t the only reason. Uri Kooky saegijanha.” ( It’s our dear Kooky’s colour )

You scoff playfully at his comment. He winks in response, throwing the handcuffs beside you on the white sheets. He steps onto the foot of the bed, crawling towards you. Your heart pumps strong with anticipation. 

He is a new beast now. Before, the things you did never included binding and tying up. Instead, the two of you move and slide against each other with freedom, like an intricate dance, twisting and turning in new and thrilling positions. Hot breaths misting over your naked artforms, in pure ecstasy. You can’t blame him for his tastes changing. The world transformed anew these past years as well, so it probably transformed him too. Jungkook terribly missed you, so now that you’re finally before him, he would do anything in his power to not let you go. And it’s not like you’re against it either. Jungkook opened and loosened you up in many ways. When you first met, and even the first months of dating, you were incredibly shy and too introverted for your own good. You let other people walk over you easily. And Jungkook despised seeing that. He pushed you to do new things, like open your business, improve negotiation skills, and also thrilling things like paragliding and bungee jumping. One late night, as the two of you cuddled in bed, Jungkook confessed that he was forced to come out of his shell at a young age. He admitted it was terrifying and at the time, he felt like he was being wronged. But by doing so, he discovered so much about the world that he wouldn’t have otherwise. That’s why he wants to improve you. Not for his benefit, but for yours. To discover your worth and capability.

He parks his torso right between your legs, your soaked thong pressed right against his light happy trail. He pushes you down gently, so you lie on an incline, supported by the plump pillows. He slides his hands under the skirt, pulling the dress up your neck and off. He throws the purple clothing onto the chair his jacket sat on. Good shot.

He moves back to admire you, his eyes glide over every part of your body, from your chest, to the matching black lace bralette, and finally to your smooth waist. He holds the back of your knee with a strong hand, raising it, and begins to slowly plant wet kisses on your inner thigh, from the knee towards your trembling panties. You brace yourself for the shock you’ll receive. But he stops before going further, and you whine in disappointment. He smirks and reaches over, grabbing the pink handcuffs. He picks up your wrists, the cuff zips and clicks closed. He then threads the chain between the headboard’s iron rails, clicking the last cuff shut on your other wrist. You are stretched long, your arms swung up and hands helplessly immobilized. Jungkook’s face is close to yours, his brown strands feathering your cheeks and forehead. He sighs lovingly and whispers. 

“Deudiyeo, neon naekkoya.” ( Finally, you’re mine.) He purrs a low sexy chuckle by your lips, giving you a light peck before sliding down to your cleavage. He tugs and licks the exposed skin, while his hands paws and kneads your breasts. 

“F-fah” you mumble incoherently in arousal. He suddenly pulls the cups down to expose your swelling nipples, his lips instantly ring on the areola, his tongue circling with hast. You squeeze your eyes in response to his mouth’s work. The other nipple is teased by his tattooed fingers for a moment, before sliding down your abs to your wet mess unexpectedly.

You moan in surprise and raise your head towards the man pleasuring you. Jungkook opens his eyes and looks up, his head lightly resting on your tit, his mouth erotically wide open, and his tongue out, still flicking the nip furiously. He gives a naughty look with his eyes and smiles mischievously, his cheeks tighten and his gorgeous dimples show. You swoon over his gaze, you want to keep your head up and continue looking at him, no matter how tiring it is. His fingers rub the wet fabric up and down, occasionally pressing into the clothed slit, dousing the panties even more. You feel your core heat up uncontrollably, your head bobbing back from the sensation of his quick fingers.

His other hand creeps under to the bra hook, undoing it effortlessly. He slides it up your arms, but realizes your hands are already bound by the heart-shaped cuffs.

“Ah… andoegedda.” ( This won’t do) Jungkook mumbles in confusion, embarrassed.

You giggle, the bra is now tangled by your wrists, “Gwaenchanha ( it’s okay) , you don’t have to take off everything” you reassure him quietly. 

He snickers and nods, eye-smiling as he continues.

His nimble hands slide down your side, catching the waist of the thong, sliding it off, and landing on the bed beside your foot. Your legs close by instinct, and you try to yank your arms down to try and cover up. But, all that happens is the cuffs digging into your wrists, and the  jingle of the confining chain. You look at the muscular man kneeled by your nude body helplessly, letting out a small whine. Jungkook comes close to your face with worried eyes, after seeing you struggling.

“Everything okay? Do you want to stop?” he touches your cheek gently.

“No, no. It’s not that… I’ve just been really looking forward to this, for so long. I can’t help but feel nervous.”

He smiled warmly, his dimples deep and eyes glistening. 

He whispers “Na do.” ( Me too) and gives you a passionate smooch. “Shijakhalke, ok?” ( I will start, ok?)

You close your eyes and nod quickly, giving him the go ahead to continue. He sits back by your legs, and touches your thighs, rubbing them comfortingly. He opens you up by the knees, like a present on Christmas Day. You’re looking like fine art to him. He sighs in adoration, and lets a half-smile creep as he sees you spread out so beautifully. You are all for Jungkook.

He glides his hands on each inner thigh before lunging forward to your cunt, leaving slobbery kisses from top to bottom. You immediately moan and arch the second his lips touch yours below. Jungkook isn’t giving any mercy, he grunts as he raises your thighs, your ass hovering. He begins motorboating your lips, coating his lower face in your film. You laugh and moan at the same time, amazed by his confidence. He introduces his tongue, his eyes are half open as his frisky tongue drags across your slit, bringing you close. He can hear the chains ring and feel your squirm, so he knows he is on the right track. He lowers your ass down, and his fingers start their magic. He slathers the ARMY fingers up and down the opening, wetting all his digits as your swollen lips engulf him. Then he finds your bundle of nerves. You yelp when he does so. He lets out a low growl of satisfaction, with his middle finger rubbing on the bud rapidly, before entering you suddenly. The sensation has you curling your toes, and your hands forming fists. You hold your breath tight, then exhale loudly. Your legs shake from the way he is stroking and penetrating you. His index finger enters as well, the two slick tattooed fingers moving in, until the A and R on his knuckles are flush with your trembling mound. You let out a string of whines and moans, but he pays no mind, he is completely focused on your body. The thumb occasionally presses and drags your wet clit, then his face comes down to join the fun. His tongue flicks and rolls around your trembling bundle of nerves. Then, he leaves kisses all the way down until his fingers working your dripping hole drag his lower lip. 

He hums low, the vibrations travels to your throbbing core, resulting in you throwing your head back for the fourth time. 

“Ah, Jungkook oppa. That’s it! Yes…” you moan between pretty gasps. 

He starts picking up the pace, his nose presses down above your sex as he flicks his tongue at speeds unimaginable, his eyes seductively closed, and brows furrowed in concentration. You want to touch him so bad, pull his wavy locks, hold onto his muscular shoulders as you edge. But here you are, being brutally attacked by him, and you have no weapon.

His fingers bend in and out of you in a hurry as he feels your trembles getting stronger and stronger.

“Oppa, I’m gonna-” you warn him as hot flashes pulse through you from his licks and penetrations. You are close, and the jingling of the chains are non-stop. Your legs hover up, every muscle clenching for impact. Suddenly, You whip your head back and arch, as you go over the edge, spilling your cum on his hand. You moan lengthily, your voice quivering in euphoria as he shows no signs of stopping. Your body is flexing in the position for nearly half a minute, as the waves of orgasm hit you rapidly. You go silent, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed, soaking in the moment. All you hear is Jungkook’s working tongue, the squelching of his fingers, and his momentary groans. Music to your ears. Eventually you drop limp and sigh loudly.

Jungkook raises his head, seeing your exhaustion. His panting mouth and chin are glistening in your juices, He removes the fingers, now wrinkled with moisture. Jungkook sighs, blinks slowly, and stretches his fingers, composing himself. He shakes his hair back, which started to curtain forward when he was pleasuring you. Jungkook falls to your side with a thump, his head right by your underarm. He looks up to your drained face, and brings the coated fingers to you.

In a seductive deep voice, he tells you “Ibeul yeoreo, jagiya.” ( Open your mouth, honey) Your lazy eyes glance at him, then to his wet slender fingers touching your lips. You immediately take in the fingers dripping in your arousal, ringing your lips tight, sucking them passionately. Jungkook smiles at how your mouth is taking his fingers, just like how your tight pussy did the same. He comes up to your neck and plants kisses all across your jawline, his face still warm and wet with you. He moans right by your ear, and your core twitches by the sound. 

“Your mouth is amazing. How would those lips look around my cock?” he whispered in your ear, smiling mischievously. You turn your head to him, meeting his provocative eyes while his fingertips sit in your mouth. He pulls the fingers out to hear your answer, but also to touch his growing erection, caged in his precum-stained boxers. He looks at you intently, biting his lip as he shoves his hand inside his underpants, touching his needy member. You look at him, eyes glazed with pleasure, and grin eagerly. You lick your lips and nod.

“It’ll look so good, oppa. I promise” you assure.

One knee is bent up as he rests on his side, Jungkook is tugging at his cock rhythmically under the fabric. He is staring right at you, groaning as he kickstarts the action.

“Geurae?” ( Really?) Jungkook smirks, showing his cute teeth, then grunts as he sits up, kneeling by your hips. His length presses tight against the fabric of his boxers, aching to be released. His hand comes out of the underwear, and he hooks his thumb over the waistband to pull down the garment. His cock whips out, standing up to attention, bobbing slightly. You sigh with a naughty half-smile from the sight, anticipating the sensation of it filling your mouth and throat tight.

He shimmies the boxers off completely, dropping it where your soiled panties rest. He then stands up completely on the bed, his sheer weight dipping the mattress wherever he places his feet. He looks so fine in this angle, like a sexy giant about to step on you, His muscles are contoured by the lamp’s glow. His dick hovers with arousal, and you can’t help but fixate on it. He looks at you below as you stare up in awe. You look so adorable to him. He scrunches his nose and sneers while looking like an absolute sex god.

Jungkook places a foot on the left and right of your torso, now directly above you. The movement from the large step made his shaft sway to the side before returning to his midline, and made his balls jiggle. The sight heightened your arousal, leaving you unconsciously licking lips expectantly. He kneels forward, his knees landing on either side of your shoulders and his ass hovering over your midriff. His strong arms tuck at your underarms, and hoist you up so you’re sitting up with your bottom on a puffy pillow. Your cuffed and bra-accessorised hands are now behind your head, as if you’ve been arrested. Probably for stealing Jungkook’s heart. 

He moves the sweaty hair strands stuck on your neck and forehead away, smiling with fondness.

“I can’t have you feeling uncomfortable.” He mumbles under his breath as his wide doe-eyes examine your hair, fingers running through, organizing the sweaty knot behind that formed from you rubbing against the fabric as he ruined you. You are thankful for the gesture, but you’re still undeniably hungry for the cock that’s painting precum over your belly button region. You look down at the impressive length, while Jungkook fixes your hair. He is done, and your hair is neatly set back.

“Ok… Ah!” he notices the space between your back and the cold iron rails of the headboard. Because of that, Jungkook leans over, grabbing an extra pillow to put behind your back for support and warmth.

He is too fucking sweet. Can I suck his dick now?

As he adjusts the pillow behind you, he stands up on his knees, his cock is inches from your face. It’s less inflated ever since he begun aftercare right in the middle of sex. But, it is still quite erect. Your eyes dart the length that is bouncing right in front of your face, like salmon seeing bait on a hook. As he is busy adjusting the pillow, you clamp your lips around the precum-dribbling tip. He exclaims in surprise by your sudden hold, looking down at you. You look up seductively, opening your mouth, displaying the tongue that is circling around Jungkook’s pink swollen tip. He lets out a gorgeous moan, then peers down at you, momentarily closing his eyes from the pleasure. He stands up straight and places his hands on his waist, slightly leaning his hungry hips forward towards your enchanting mouth. 

You quickly retract, sighing when your mouth gets free. You continue to love the tip, puckering it tight, your tongue vehemently teasing the dick hole, then releasing with a satisfying pop! that makes him twitch in pleasure. You tease the wet tip for some moments, watching every movement Jungkook does in reaction to your hard working mouth. His eyes shut tight, mouth open as silent grumbles come out, his head bobbing forward in ecstasy. He also has to take a hand off his dominant waist-holding position to grasp the iron rails, just so he doesn’t tip over from the arousal. 

You look up at the man with twinkling eyes as your mouth begins to take in more of his shaft. He groans again, his voice sounding so beautiful to you. You retreat slightly, the tip still resting in your mouth. You then advance further than before, until the entire length is sheltered in your wet warm mouth, and your lips are flush with his abs. The tip hits the back of your throat and you tremble a little to keep it all in. But you’re determined to do so. You look up and he is staring right at you with lustful eyes, his mouth slightly opening and closing without words. You pucker your lips and suck while slowly retracting the member from your mouth, all while holding eye contact. You finally choke out a bubbly gasp as you lose contact. Jungkook blurts a sexy moan in response, petting your head in approval, as he feels his wet cock throbbing. Then, as you make his pulsating member disappear in your cute little mouth a second time, both of Jungkook’s arms clasp onto the railing, his face dangling down, glaring at you expectantly. Then, a third time. Then, a fourth. Then, repetitively. 

Your head bobs from the base to the tip rapidly, making the chains jingle again. The sounds and view stimulate Jungkook. He sees your little wrists helplessly incapacitated as you jerk your head forward. Your lips purse around his thick cock, and your pretty eyes gaze up to seek approval from him, your captor. He clenches his fists white on the cold black rod, moaning periodically from seeing you throat-fuck yourself by his raging cock. You continue at an exhilarating speed, but Jungkook is having trouble keeping upright. His hips come closer to the headboard and your head, to the point where you can now interact with his swinging balls. You kiss Jungkook’s cock from the tip to the base lovingly, then begin to wet his balls in your saliva. You tilt your head to get better access, as you lick and suck the cherries between his legs. You hear him groan again above your head as you continue the pleasuring. You finally retreat with the slippery vacuum of your mouth, your lips making a kissing sound as you leave the stretchy skin. His head rolls back, his thick neck stretches in exhilaration. He then perches down to your eye level, pressing an abrupt kiss on your unsuspecting lips. He looks at your face, beaded with sweat, and lets you know his next demand.

“Geunyang gamanisseo” ( Just stay still) “Geurigo Ibeul yeoreo, keuge” ( And open your mouth, wide.) he mutters in a low sexy growl

You’re still dazed from the sudden kiss, but nod obediently. You shuffle back and get comfortable, as much as you can with cuffed wrists against cold metal, and open your mouth as much as your jaw can take.

Jungkook whips his head back and sighs, his dick is close to erupting. He bends his neck down, looking at your puppy-dog eyes paired with your slutty open mouth, ready to receive his package. As he holds his cock with his dominant hand as he guides the rockhard length into your stationary mouth. His hips guide the movement of his member into your fuckhole. His shaft rolls into your mouth and your soft gagging noises arouse him even further. He moans as he pulls out, then gently re-enters you. Jungkook gives a glazed look, moaning low as he thrusts his hips gently, in and out of your mouth, sweat begins to form and drip down his toned abs. You look up with adoration, his gorgeous pleasure-face is such a sight to behold. 

He leans his head back and closes his eyes, as the body rolls get quicker. One hand grasps the iron railings, while another cups your shoulder. His dark brows are turned down, as he fixates on perfecting each entrance of inches in your mouth. Jungkook suddenly trembles and belts out a big moan, probably louder than you’ve ever screamed all night. He was near the edge.

“Ah- Jagiya, start sucking for me.” he begs you, panting slowly. You close your mouth slightly and hum in approval. You lunge forward to Jungkook’s slobbery, pulsating member and get to work. You start the sucking not very long until he grasps your shoulder tight, pulling out of your mouth and roaring powerfully. His other hand holds the shaft firm, aimed at your chest, pumping twice before his cock leaks his white seed in thick drops on your left breast. The cum shot out and landed sticky on your soft skin, as Jungkook continues to grip your shoulder in his orgasmic daze. His hair is a mess, the sweaty strands drape over his forehead. His eyes rolled back and closed as he erupts onto your bosom. Jungkook climax dies down quickly, and lethargy takes over him. He sighs in exhaustion before breaking out a cute Kookie-smile. He tips backwards and falls between your legs, your feet by his head, and his legs resting on yours. He stays unresponsive like that while you’re left alone, stuck with these godforsaken cuffs and a cum-covered chest. 

“...oppa!” you whisper quietly, the chain rings as you adjust yourself to get your torso closer to the snoozing Jungkook.

“...oppaAaA~!” you whine. His nose twitches, and his head pops up

“Huh? Ah… give me a second… I just…” he mumbles before his head drops adorably again. He rests his arm on your leg, rubbing it softly. Jungkook closes his eyes and sighs, cracking a little smile of bliss as he rests in the cradle of your legs. 

You can’t help but giggle and become enamoured all over again. He may have changed in some ways, but he’s still the same Kookie deep inside. You lay back on the pillows comfortably and decide to also get some momentary shut-eye while he reboots after reaching euphoria. You just hope he’ll get up and unlock your cuffs soon.