Heartless

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Her face was smothered in the sheets and thank god she didn't wear any makeup because then she really would've looked fucked up. She knows it sounds bad but for the past hour they've been tangled up and it's hard to stop when he feels so good and so warm. Heavy breaths and rough hands on her hips are only giving her more reason as to why never leaving bed sounds do-able.

Her ass recoils every time he thrusts between her legs and the lewd sound makes her smile drunkenly, pure bliss hazing her mind and although he appreciates her enthusiasm he would much prefer to see her face. Of course he wouldn't say that right now though. She's enjoying herself far too much and so is he. It feels animalistic this way, bending her over and taking her from behind so she can't escape him.

He's in control and although Runa is far too prideful to admit it often she absolutely loves it. She might be the one who legally owns him but he owns her too. She'd do anything he said in a split second and he'd do the same. It was their dynamic. Both of them had so much power that if they were different people they would've killed each other by now.

But not them. Runa and Jungkook were two peas in a pod. They had a few differences but at their core they were the same. They were dangerous, greedy, and scarred. Both of them monsters who managed to find solace in each other. She always wanted him. Even in the beginning when he was only just a stranger in a black coat. The man that kept his distance and observed everyone like a cat.

Few would be allowed close and anyone else would get scratched. She managed to learn him and deal with the sting of his words just like anyone who was in love would. He's fought her so many times she's lost count. Trying so hard not to get too close and look where he is now? As close as one can be to another.

"Fuck, keep doing that." She drawled out a moan, arching her back even more so it curved like a bow.

His fingers gripped tighter and he ran a hand along her spine to grab her hair, eliciting another high-pitched moan that made him shiver. Their coupling is interrupted by her phone blaring and he groans impatiently, urging her to take it from the nightstand which she does.

"Who is it?" He exhaled, still fucking her and she tries not to stutter in response.

"My brother."

"Bad timing. Put the phone down." He ordered, and she moaned in protest, biting her lip to maintain a shred of composure.

"It might be important."

A particularly hard thrust makes her jolt and the call ends only for her brother's name to reappear on her screen. She turns her head to plead with Jungkook and he doesn't miss the look on her face, keeping a steady rhythm to get his point across.

"Answer it."

A huff leaves her lips. "Can you slow down?"

He ignores her and so after taking a shaky breath she swipes right and puts the phone to her ear, praying to any Gods that her brother doesn't hear anything obscene.

"Hey, Jimin. Is everything ok?"

Her voice is uncharacteristically soft and it has her brother making a face. "Yeah everything's fine. Where are you?"

"Oh-"

Jungkook pulls out and slams back in, the air from her lungs getting punched out and she clears her throat. "Just at home. Making some payments. The usual."

His tone is skeptical as he responds. "Right. Well I wanted to call you because I want to meet for dinner. I have some business at the club so how about we check out that Japanese restaurant next door?"