Enraptured [Jungkook x Reader]

♕ XXVI - TEMPTATION

XXVI: TEMPTATION

"Don't you think you should be headed home to your roommate?" Jungkook cooed, lips pressed against the side of my neck.

We'd ended up in this precarious situation after cleaning up dinner, to no fault of my own. No, Jungkook was the instigator, pressing me up against the counter and closing me in with both of his hands at my sides. My body was simply reacting in the way it always did when he was near- needy, desperate. Of course, I knew this was his way of making me 'regret my decision', but that knowledge didn't stop the heat from growing between my thighs as he ran his hands up my curves.

"Yes, I should be," I whispered back, keeping my voice as steady as possible. My actions weren't even close to matching my words, hands traveling up his chest unabashedly.

"Hm, that's a damn shame," he smirked, dragging his tongue up my neck and gently sucking the skin, careful to avoid a mark.

"Fucking hell, Jungkook," I groaned, leaning my head back to allow him more access.

He worked his way down my collarbone to my chest, peppering my skin with kisses and tiny bites as one hand slipped under my shirt. His hand was warm against my cold skin, but the sensation made me gasp all the same, earning a satisfied grin from Jungkook. He looked up at me to make sure I saw it, too. That bastard and his ego.

In the next instant, he was hoisting me up on top of the counter with ease. Our lips found their way to one another, messily mingling between labored breaths. He positioned his body up against mine, slipping between my legs. I ran one hand through his hair while the other traveled down to his shirt, fumbling with the top button. I wanted him now. Right here in the kitchen.

Opposite to what I was expecting, Jungkook took my hand from his chest and pulled away from our kiss. He softly brushed his thumb along my bottom lip before speaking, "have a good night, my love."

My jaw would've hit the floor if it wasn't attached. Is he seriously stopping right now!? I was sitting there completely dumbfounded watching his back disappear as he headed towards his bedroom without a glance back. I'd be more pissed off if I didn't find that confidence sexy as well. I took it as the offer of a challenge. If he thought he was going to be the one to get me all fired up and walk away, he had another thing coming for him. Two can play that game, Jeon.

I plotted my revenge on the car ride home, letting my anger help to resolve the craving feeling he'd left me with. Hands gripping the steering wheel harshly, I screamed out in annoyance. The moment I walked in the door to my apartment, I threw my keys across the counter and slumped down on the couch. Eunji was sitting at the dining table with furrowed brows, looking almost afraid to ask me what was wrong.

"Um, did something happen? Did he not take it well?" She questioned as she strolled over to the living room, taking a seat on the sofa a safe distance away from me.

"Call Jimin," I groaned. "We're drinking tonight. I need his expertise."

Bless Jimin's heart. He was the type to rush over without a lick of hesitation when one of his friends called with a problem. Even when they gave little to no explanation like Eunji and I had. He'd even arrived with two incredibly large bottles of alcohol, no less. His hair was a half-dried mess, and his clothes were barely positioned on his body properly. Clearly, we'd caught him in the middle of preparing for bed.

"Whose ass am I kicking?" He shouted as he burst into the living room.

"Y/N?" Eunji frowned. I'd almost forgotten I'd left her in the dark as well.

"We're not kicking anyone's ass," I held up my hands. "We are concocting a plot for revenge."

"That explains literally nothing," Jimin whined, placing the bottles on the coffee table.

I spent the next few minutes begrudgingly explaining what had happened between Jungkook and I. Of course, Jimin spent the following minutes thereafter cackling and clutching his stomach as he rolled around on the floor with tears coming out of his eyes. Eunji, on the other hand, had turned a deep shade of maroon and was quickly sipping down her drink.

"Oh, my Gods," Jimin choked out between his laughter. "He left you all sexually frustrated and now you want to get him back? This is too good. I am so glad I left my house for this."

"Will you help me or not?" I huffed. "You're good at this sort of thing."

Jimin shot back the rest of his drink before answering. "You've come to the right person. Step one- dress the part. Off to the closet, ladies!"

Eunji and I cuddled up on the bed together while Jimin sifted through my closet like a mad man. Articles of clothing were being tossed all over the floor as he grumbled over my 'lack of options'. I could kill him for making my room an absolute disaster, but he was doing me a favor. He finally settled on a few pieces and laid them across the chair before clapping his hands together triumphantly.

"Wear this on your first day," he instructed. He moved to my dresser drawer which held an assortment of various accessories. "With this. And this."

"How do you know what he will like?" Eunji asked quietly, still embarrassed by the whole situation.

"Call it intuition."

The mini dress Jimin had selected was a long-sleeved, fitted black turtle-neck style. Normally, I'd consider this to be the opposite of the sexy look I was aiming for, but his choice of pairings made it work perfectly. He'd pulled out a velvet under-bust corset to further accentuate my curves, as well as a pair of thigh high stockings to be held up by a garter. Knee high boots finished off the look. The all-black ensemble showed very little skin save for the minor exposed section of my upper thigh. I had to admit, the effect was impressive. Jimin knew his stuff.

Eunji's eyes went wide when I walked back into the room in the full outfit. "Whoa, Y/N!"

"Sometimes less is more," Jimin hummed, satisfied with his work. "Just towing the line of seduction. Letting the imagination run free."

"Alright, I'll say it." I folded my arms across my chest. "You did a good job."

Jimin celebrated and raised his glass for a cheers. "Are you ready for step two?"

"That's not enough?" Eunji blinked madly, looking between Jimin and I.

Jimin tilted his head to the side and pouted his lips. "Aw, she's so innocent, Y/N. We must protect her at all costs."

"I'm not a little kid!" Eunji whined, her face growing more flushed. "I'm just not experienced with this..."

I patted her head. "You're never allowed to date."

"Okay, mom," she rolled her eyes, growing irritated with our teasing. "I'm in my twenties."

"Listen, Eunji. Jungkook is a prideful man. If Y/N is right and he is purposefully toying with her, then he isn't going to give in just because she looks amazing."

"So, what do you suggest?" I raised my brow.

Jimin wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Step two of this operation. Both ignore him and give him your undivided attention at the same time...subtly."

"You lost me."

"Me too," Eunji nodded.

"I can't teach you everything Y/N!"

"May I ask a question?" Eunji raised her hand shyly.

Jimin turned towards her. "What is it?"

"What's the point of all this?"

"Oh, Eunji," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Everyone loves a friendly teasing competition. Seeing who will crack first is only half of the fun."