ɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ʙy ᴀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰꜰ )

chap 04 🌶️

y/n

It takes me a second to realize what's happening.

Jeon jungkook is kissing me.

When I walked in here, my heart started pounding right away.

He was sitting in his desk chair, a giant with his muscles bulging through the fabric of his shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, his tattoos showing, snaking around his forearm.

It shocked me. Some korean mafia men rarely have tattoos, but it makes them so much hotter and more dangerous. His black hair and the Honey fire in his intense eyes only add to the effect.

When he stood, it was all I could do not to scream.

I've never experienced this, like my lust is coiling around me, completely taking over. My body is buzzing, and my sex aches, my lips rubbing against my panties, my clit burning.

He snarls through the kiss as his hands slide down my body to my ass. His breathing gets heavier as he massages me,his touch sending even more shivering signals through my body.

Finally, I return his kiss, letting out a muffed whimper as I stand on my tiptoes. He makes another grunting noise as though urging me on.

My hands raise as though on their own, gripping onto his rock-hard shoulder muscles.

Something deep inside me is pumping, like a force of nature, like destiny is screaming at me to marry this man instead of Jackson.

I can't believe jungkook would want me.

But here's proof. I can't deny it.

"You moan so fucking sexy," he gruffy whispers as he squeezes and presses down on my ass. "Moan for me.
Now." His other hand returns to where it was before, inches away from my sex. I don't have to force the moans as he slides his fingers right between my legs, pushing through my pants and panties.

My moans rise as he rubs up and down, grinding the material against my center.

"Are you going to give me your real name yet?" he snarls.

"Who said...I didn't?"

He smirks. "All right. Have it your way." My hips are moving on their own like I've got no say in the matter. My clit burns and my lips feel like they're swelling.

My pussy is getting wet, inviting even, and this feeling is so new to me that I hardly know how to act.But I don't have to think, not with him. My body does it for me.

"Ah, ah," I whimper, moving my hips even faster.

"You horny young thing," he growls.

Suddenly his lips are on me again. We open our mouths and give in to the lust, pressing our bodies somehow closer together.

My nipples rub sensitively against his torso, his muscles pushing through my bra. I gasp when his hand moves to my waistband, fiddling with my button.

And then he's slipping down into my panties, touching me like nobody ever has.

He breaks the kiss and stares at me as his hand goes lower, his fingers smoothing over my clit.

I shiver against him, staring up, hardly able to believe this is happening.

"You're beautiful," he says, his rough voice making the soft words seem out of place. "You're so, so beautiful."

"I never thought you'd be like this." It's difficult for me to push the words out past the flaring lust, his fingers stroking side to side over my clit.