Fight for You | JJK

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It should've been expected that you and Jungkook wouldn't keep your hands off each other even as you shower - your lips constantly finding his, his hands exploring your body the way you do with him... His hardened dick poking your stomach.

You laugh at him as he's engrossed in shampooing your hair and soaping your body then drying you off. You soften when he pulls you in his arms as you lay in bed, closer than the last time, and very much naked, too.

"Funny how you needed to think I was an intruder for this to happen, huh?" You giggle.

"It's not funny, ___," he scowls. "I could've hurt you."

"But you didn't."

"Well, you hit your head."

"Because I wasn't careful," you remind him, your fingers now caressing his cheeks and he shivers under your touch.

He sighs. "You still should've asked me if you were scared."

"It was just water, Jeon," you chuckle.

"Still, ask me to do anything."

His eyes are soft with yearning and you know there's so much more to his statement than just wanting to address your needs and making sure you're safe. There's so much longing, even fear, and a need for affirmation of some sort.

"You like being needed, don't you?" You ask.

It's something he's never really thought about, thinking that how he is just comes with the job. But at some point with you, it became something more.

"Does that make me bad?" He wonders.

"No, that makes you human."

It's the way you say it that causes Jungkook's heart to stop.

He'd had instances of that all throughout the night - when he'd heard the noise and thought you were in danger again; when you laid naked in front of him and screamed in pleasure with him inside you; when you laughed sweetly in the bathroom and stole kisses from him, when you told him you like him so much that you swear you've never felt this way for anyone before.

But what you'd just said reminds him of why he wanted you in the first place, as you let him know that you care, that you see him, that you know him. And that you accept all those parts of him he's not proud of - his past, all the things he isn't and doesn't have. And you want him all the same.

He kisses you tenderly. It's not hurried, and unlike earlier when he pounded vigorously into you and made you feel all of him physically, he takes you more gently this time - touches are light, strokes are softer, and the way he slides inside of you is intentional yet affectionate, like there's more he wants to say but that he knows there are more chances for him to say them.

You finish together this time with his back on the mattress, pushing inside you as his arms are secured around your waist, guiding you through your orgasm and your high.

"I don't wanna go home tomorrow," you say, nuzzling his neck as you make yourself comfortable on his naked chest. "I wish we could just stay here and not have to face responsibilities."

"You have an important meeting in the afternoon. You can't miss that," he reminds you.

"I know. I just feel like this is our little bubble, you know?"

"It does. It's nice out here."

You hum. "We can always figure out ways to return. Or maybe I can ask Mr. Han for you back. But then again, my father likes you. I don't think he'll give you up."

It's meant to be a compliment but that statement makes Jungkook's heart stop, too, as he crashes back to reality of what the nature of your relationship really is - he works for your father, a powerful and wealthy man; you are an heiress and he is just a bodyguard meant to protect your family. And he's never cursed his job more than this moment.