The Only One || Jungkook

5

Ever since he saw her on the main stage, swaying her hips with grace, and fixing her filthy eyes on him whenever she turned in his direction while her legs were wrapped around the metallic pole, he knew he had to fuck her. He needed to get a taste of her, he craved her body as if it were the most essential thing in his life.

But when he fucked Love later that night...

He suspected she'd be addictive, but didn't think it'd hit him so fucking hard to the point he was even doubting of returning back to Korea in a few hours.

Her body was made for him. He was convinced of it when he first thrusted into her and her pussy took him so easily, as if it had been waiting an eternity for his cock, as if it had been molded for him. And him only.

The mere thought of him leaving for Korea, and thinking of her sharing that delightful body of hers with someone else was driving him crazy. How would anyone else dare touching her body the way he did, making her legs weak from pleasure? How would she dare make someone else cum the same way she made him explode that night?

Love couldn't. Just one night, and he knew she was his. And he'd do anything, whatever it took him, to keep her body from anyone else, but him.

As for Y/n, she was surprised by the electricity that ran through her body whenever his fingertips caressed her skin, and the way her body reacted every single time he filled her. She enjoyed every second when she reached her high, cumming for the first time with a client.

For the first time since Y/n started working on this, she actually had her fun instead of just making the other cum so she could get her money and leave to clean herself. But that's all it was.

She got a good fuck and fresh cash.

And that's exactly why when he showed up in the same room again, sitting on the edge of the bed, a wide smile that she tried to hide formed on her face. While her pussy throbbed with excitement, just for it all to disappear and be replaced with confusion as a pile of sheets were handed to her.

Jungkook was waiting for her to take the contract and start reading it. But as she took it, she started talking.

—If this is some type of confidentiality agreement, you have nothing to worry about —she was going to hand the papers back to him—. I want to keep this hidden as much as you do.

He kept his hand up high, stopping her from handing the contract back to him. He stood up, making her feel small even if they were almost the same height because of her heels. He was calmed and relaxed, both hands on his trousers, as he explained it to her.

—It's not a confidentiality agreement. It's a service agreement —he took a look at her slender fingers holding the contract—. I want your body to belong to me only.

Suddenly, her mouth went dry. That man actually bothered enough to write a contract to keep her from working. Actually, his lawyer in Korea did. Jungkook specifically ordered him to redact the contract with blank gaps so she'd fill it with her real name. That's why he was handing her a black pen.

She took it with hesitation, still giving him that confused look that kept proving him he had full control of the situation. Of her.

—Read it, and then write your name on each gap before signing it —he commanded.

Looking around, she tried to find a stable place where she'd be able to write her full name on the few blank spaces she managed to find while peeking over the contract. And it seemed like the only stable place she could find was one of the night stands.

—My full name? —she asked.

—Your real name, Y/n.

Of course, Jungkook was blinded by having her, but he wasn't dumb enough to have her sign a contract with her fake name. He had one of the best lawyers in Korea, and he managed to get that contract written perfectly so there would be no misunderstandings in the future -nor possible legal holes that could serve as an "escape" for her.