Escape From Breylin || •JJK• ✔️

Jungkook's "Workout"

One month after Y/n had begun dating Jungkook, she was getting close to midterm season. Only a week and a half before midterms started, meaning she was preoccupied with studying constantly. Now she was in his penthouse, too lazy to study or return to her apartment and face her roommates. She had been ignoring her roommates since the party. It had been a while now, but she was stubborn. She wasn't about to give in and talk to them. That'd require her to confront her problems, something she did not have the spine to do.

"Hey darling," Jungkook said as he entered the bedroom, shirtless. He had been working out in his private gym as he loved to do. He had a thing for working out. Exercising was one of his biggest hobbies besides singing, and Y/n admired him for that. It was admirable that even though he had an amazing body, he still worked on making it even better. If it could get better, that was. His abs were chiseled by the Gods at this point.

"Hey," she replied, placing her phone on his nightstand and turning her full attention to him. "Good workout?"

"Perfect workout." He dabbed himself down with his towel, Y/n eyeing the process. He had sweat dripping down his back, his long hair pressing against the sides of his face and neck. His sweatpants were hanging off his thin waist, showing off the curve of his hips. To top it off, his chest was drenched like the rest of his body. Each muscle contracted as he cleaned himself off, him licking his lips and letting out a soft grunt as he caught his breath.

He turned and met her gaze, a smirk toying with the edges of his lips. "Oh no, don't do this to me. I came here for a nice, relaxing night-"

"Strip," he said.

"Fuck."

She resisted for as long as she could, but when Jungkook tossed the towel to God knows where, she couldn't help herself anymore. She began to take off her shirt. Jungkook came over and took it off for her, kneeling on the bed and running his hands down her body. As soon as the fabric was off, he collapsed on the mattress with her, kissing down her neck and playing with the waistband of her shorts.

His tattooed hand pulled down her shorts while his other grabbed her breast through her bra, his lips pleasuring her skin and leaving marks wherever they went. His fangs came out. He didn't bite her, but he did pull on her flesh with the sharp teeth. She couldn't stop a groan from coming out, Jungkook chuckling and continuing his onslaught of kisses and sucks. She swore her body looked like a battlefield already.

In their month-long relationship, they hadn't had sex often, but each time was impressive. Jungkook was big on foreplay, and a lot more submissive than she thought. Their first time, she topped him. It was hilarious to see the cocky Mr. Jeon turn into a whimpering, moaning mess. Even when he topped, he became caught up in the noises he made. They were heavenly, and she craved hearing more of them. Vocal men made her swoon.

Jungkook crawled up and caught her lips in a greedy kiss. She kissed back, digging her nails against his back and scratching at him. He moaned into the kiss, pulling back to shut his eyes and enjoy the feeling she brought to him. Yeah, that was another thing: Jungkook was a masochist. He adored it when she marked his body, so she did more. She kept trailing her fingers down, leaving scratches and nail marks wherever she could.

"Such a good girl," he mumbled before going back in, their lips crashing together. Thanks to the force of the kiss, their teeth clattered. They laughed at each other's desperation, Jungkook giving her a few more pecks before sliding off his sweatpants. He was hard (as expected), his tattooed hand jerking himself off as he watched her. She stripped out of what was left of her clothes, Jungkook admiring the whole process and speeding up.