The Only One || Jungkook

7

Her body was already eager for him when they were in the restaurant, burning with every look and every word he dared to direct at her. His body was dying to make her his, he wanted to make her scream his name so loud that there would be no need for her to show off the tattoo on her skin. And all of that was obvious when they both got in the car.

His words were repeating in her mind like a broken record: "Next, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to ruin your pussy so you don't feel like missing me when I'm away". Her core throbbed at the memory of his masculine raspy voice dropping those words as if they were the most casual thing to say to anyone.

Jungkook, who was looking over the pilot's seat at the white lines on the road that kept appearing a few meters in front of the car, found himself looking through the corner of his eye to his right, after the sound of her rough jeans rubbing as she pressed her thighs tighter.

The image of what she was hiding underneath all those clothes, her dripping tight pussy waiting to wrap around him perfectly, was driving him crazy.

Y/n jumped when his palm landed on the middle of her thigh, just to pull it away from the other and keep a safe distance with her center. About to complain, she stopped herself when she looked up and was reminded who she was dealing with as soon as her eyes laid on him. Jungkook's eyes were imposing, making the words stuck in her throat.

Those suddenly innocent eyes, the slightly blushed cheeks, and her parted lips were screaming for him to give everything up. And he did.

Before neither of them were aware of it, he grabbed her jaw and pulled her closer for a kiss as he bent over her. Despite being caught off guard, her lips were ready for him. Soft, wet and sweet. Y/n moved her lips on his, feeling dizzy by the way her head was spinning since the very beginning, and she could feel that throbbing in her panties intensify every time their tongues collapsed against one another.

She found herself lifting her hips, and constantly moving her legs, in a lame attempt to make his hand go lower on her body. And he was aware, of course he knew she wanted him to touch her in that backseat. But he never did. Only gave her enough to have her as drenched and needy for him as possible. The same way he was as hard and needy for her in that moment.

He took her lower lip in between her teeth, slowly, dragging every nerve and portion of skin with his denture. So gentle and slow that Y/n could feel tickles going over her body, and moved her head forwards to get another kiss. But that kiss never came either. Jungkook only grinned against her shaky lips, before he sat back on his seat.

He got her nearly gasping and trembling for a kiss, without even being touched.

She walked behind him when they got to one of the most luxurious hotels in the area, which was expected from her -a man that can allow himself to pay 20k a month for a woman? Of course he'd be staying in one of the most expensive hotels in Mallorca.

They both were followed by two of his men to the door, until Jungkook said something in Korean that made both of them nod and stand on each side of the door frame, outside the room.

The room was huge, but not as mind-blowing as she expected it to be -maybe she watched too many movies that made her hopes go a little bit too high. The hall was already quite normal, only with some eccentric decorations in some corners, and a big fountain at one side of the reception. The room was following that same style: a few weird drawings around the room, a small black leather sofa in front of a TV, and the edge of the bed.

As she stepped inside, she could realize what she was seeing from the door was only a small part of the suite. There was a door in one of the left corners of the place, that probably led to another room. The king size bed was huge -probably there would fit four or five different people, and the big mirror wall on the left, at one side of the bed, made her gulp hard.