The Only One || Jungkook

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Y/n stopped when she saw that same man she kept messing with back on the main stage, the same man she was teasing thinking it'd lead to nothing.

But there he was.

Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the bed, a glass of whiskey on his left hand as he waited for Love to close the door behind her and let all those teasing games turn into something. Something that'd be aimed at him only, and no one else. But he saw something completely different than what he expected: she was nervous, and probably acting a bit clumsy, too, as she closed the door and looked at him.

It annoyed her so much to be feeling that way, to see all her tricks and experience enabled by the man that was sitting in front of her. She couldn't understand why she was feeling the same way she did the first weeks she started working in the club. All her confidence, all her power... all gone because that imponent and possessive gaze was too attractive not to feel instantly attracted to it.

And if she thought her attitude would scare him away, she was wrong. Jungkook kept his eyes on her, analyzing each one of her expressions and moves, and only being more turned on by the way she genuinely seemed into him.

He loved power, and he had the upper hand with her.

—Dance for me —he finally spoke—. Finish your show.

Her brows frowned momentarily, before she finally nodded.

Jungkook didn't care about any music, he didn't care about anything else but seeing her slowly get naked in front of him. He really doubted he was even going to fuck her after she was done with her show. While Y/n was trying to focus on the music playing back in the club, trying to guide her moves and get her confidence back, catching the rhythm through the drowned sound coming from outside.

Her body just moved by itself, her hips swaying the same way they did back on stage, but her eyes were screaming the filthiest thoughts that had ever crossed her mind -not only with a client, but with any other man in general. And Jungkook knew it, he saw the way she was craving for him when she straddled one of his thighs and started rolling her body. Moving one of her hands to her back, she finally unclasped her bra again, this time getting rid of the fabric by letting the straps fall from her shoulders first.

Those beautiful rounded tits were almost perking on his face, yet he managed to keep his eyes on her face, one of his hands supporting his body on the mattress and the other still holding the cup.

She snatched that glass away from his hand, and carefully she touched him first, adding some pressure on his cheeks so his lips would part slightly and she'd be able to pour the golden whiskey in his mouth. And she felt so confident and sure while keeping her eyes on his pink lips, that she regretted giving one look to his dark eyes. Her hand shook as she was moving the glass away, pouring some of the liquid out of his mouth. Still totally in on what she was doing, she took her tongue out and licked the drink from his jaw and chin, tasting the sweet liquor mixed with the salty taste of his skin.

Anyway, he remained completely still, which frustrated her a lot. And made her feel like probably he wasn't into her enough. For the first time in three years, a client wasn't touching her when she desperately wanted to feel his hands on her.

Determined to change that, she left the glass on the floor and moved her legs in between his, spreading his thighs by pushing them with her palms just to grind her ass against the growing bulge in his crotch. Her pussy throbbed in her panties, and she was sure he was able to smell her arousal the same way she was.

He saw her body slipping to the ground slowly, kneeling in between his legs while her hands traveled in the opposite direction on his pants, thumbs and index fingers getting too close to the boner he kept trying to contain.