Fight for You | JJK

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Jungkook finds you in the tub, hugging your knees to your chest and humming a song.

"Hey," Jungkook smiles. "I made you some tea."

He hands you the cup as he kneels on the floor, head level with yours to tuck the damp strand of hair that's fallen from your bun behind your ear.

"Did Mr. Han approve your leave?"

Jungkook nods. "He was surprised, didn't think I'd ever file them. But I said I'm going to in the next couple of months. I've got a few trips to make, I suppose."

"We don't need to go to all of them, okay? At least not right away," You say, knowing he meant the out-of-country vacations you expected him to go with you. "We can always just go somewhere nearby if you prefer."

"I'll go where you go, okay? Anywhere you want, I'll be there."

You feel your heart melt at this, knowing that his sweet words no longer hold the same insecurities as they used to.

You eagerly nod and peck his lips. "Join me, please."

Jungkook stands and removes his damp clothes - first his sweatshirt then his jeans. Your eyes focus on his cock as it springs out his boxers as those get off, too.

"You're drooling, angel," he chuckles, watching you watch his every move and clenching your thighs as you do.

"I am, so get in here!" You drag the words and reach out to him but he backs away and says he'll take a quick shower first.

Much as it delays the time before you get to feel him, you don't mind, as the frosted glass door offers you a breathtaking view of his silhouette. It feels like everything's in slow-motion, as you watch his lean body get soaked under the shower, his head rolling back as he washes it, and his fingers combing his hair as he rinses the shampoo off.

With the water droplets gliding down his taut chest and abdomen and his wet hair pushed back, you now conclude that you love the post-shower look on him more than his slick, suited ones. He truly looks the best and sexiest like this.

He laughs as your eyes refuse to leave his form, knowing how much you want him right now. So does he but it's different this time - he's not in a hurry, he's not out to try to prove himself with how hard and how many times he can make you cum.

He just wants to savor every moment of having you like this, revel in your soft sounds, and tell you he loves you when he's inside you.

But he wants to start here, in the tub, with your back to his chest and you sandwiched between his legs.

He caresses your arms and places soft kisses on your neck.

"You okay? Not feeling sick?" He asks, as his lips trail down your shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I'm okay," you giggle. "Just enjoying you being so sweet and gentle."

"Good." He nibbles your ears. "I want to love you right today," he says, sneaking a hand on your breast and squeezing it, causing your head to roll back on his shoulder.

"Hmm, that sounds nice," you mumble.

He takes his time as his fingers play with your nipple, now hardened from pleasure, and your soft pants echo in your bathroom. "You like that?"

"Yes," you moan, eyes closed as you savor his touch that feels so heavenly on your skin.

His other hand that was holding your waist, making sure you're as close to him as possible, descends to your cunt, finding your throbbing clit immediately. He presses and swirls your nub, finding a pace that's enough to satisfy you while drawing out the time for you to reach your orgasm.