At a meeting of BTS with fans at a big event, word gets out that there is a known, famous hater attending. But she is armed. Everyone begins looking around for said person, that person being a girl with brown hair. Your eyes catch the girl a few met...
Oh my god... Chapter 70 already and we are still far from the ending damn skdjsks
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"Baby..." You heard a quiet voice mutter outside of the bathroom as you did your night routine. You turned to the door and opened it, finding a shirtless Jungkook in his boxers, a soft smile on his lips as he stood there.
You continued rubbing your face with the night cream you used, smiling back at him. "What is it?" You asked as you turned to face the mirror, checking to see if you spread the cream right.
You glanced at Jungkook through the mirror, watching him move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. "I need you." He whispered, staring into your eyes through the mirror.
You gulped nervously as you noticed how slightly dark and lustful his eyes were, his fingers featherly trailing the hem of your underwear. You were only in your underwear and one of his oversized shirts.
Your hands went to hold onto the sink, a shaky breath leaving your lips at the feeling of his fingers. "Can we have sex, please?" He whispered, his hot breath trailing on your skin as he exhaled. "Y-Your parents-" He shook his head, cutting you off.
"They sleep on the backside of the main house. And my hyung and Haneul sleep in a room beside theirs." He was quick to explain. "We are in a separate home too. They won't hear us at all." He whispered after.
His hand went down to your clothed core, cupping it in his hand to feel you already damping your underwear. "We'll be quiet if it makes you worried that they'll hear us." He whispered reassuringly, slowly beginning to rub your core through your underwear.
"J-Jungkook..." You muttered in a breathy moan, your hands tightening on the sink. He grinded his hips gently into yours, letting you feel just how hard his cock was. "Y/n..." He muttered in response, a soft moan leaving his lips after.
He buried his face into the side of your head, your eyes staring at him through the mirror while he stared at you. It looked so dirty and hot. His hand was working on your already wet core, his clothed cock grinding into your ass, while his tattooed hand went under your shirt.
He trailed his hand over your stomach before moving to your breasts, grabbing one and beginning to massage it gently. "You like what you see?" He teased, smirking as he stared darkly at you, lips parted with a shaky breath, slightly panting in need.
You couldn't help but move your thighs apart, your head going back against his shoulder. "Fuck... I love it." You whispered, moaning softly when he began to move his hand faster. "Yeah? Does it feel good, baby?" He whispered into your ear in a breathy, yet hot tone.
