Forbidden Kisses on a Harley| JJK

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delilah's practically dove onto one of the inky black couches, a delighted giggle escaping her lips.

the studio was a dark and edgy space, with black walls and polish grey floors. the air was thick with the smell of ink and machinery. there were black leather sofas and armchairs scattered around.

the walls were decorated with abstract art done in bold, black strokes. the tattoo machines and ink bottles were lined up on shelves, looking like a row of soldiers. every surface was made of black or grey materials, giving the space a dramatic and intense feel.

every corner screamed jungkook.

"what do you think, princess?" jungkook asked, kneeling down in front of delilah as she hugged his shoulders.
"i love it, babe," delilah replied, smiling as she planted a kiss on his neck.

jungkook leaned in and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her up the stairs to his office. "let's go to my office," he said, his voice turning low.

as jungkook carried delilah up the stairs to his office, she couldn't help but snuggle deeper into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the softness of his hoodie.

the office was a cozy space, with a sleek black desk and chair, and walls lined with shelves, as well as a few plush couches and a coffee table.

delilah poked her head around the office, her eyes scanning the sparse space. "you didn't let them decorate here?" she asked as jungkook settled her on the desk. jungkook shook his head, and stand between her legs. "no, it's fine like this."

" babe, its too dull." she giggled and jungkook left eyebrow shot up in response. " what? you let the workers design everything perfectly downstairs, but not here in your office." she pursed her lips.

jungkook chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "that's because clients will be downstairs, not up here in my office, so it doesn't matter, sweetheart."

"but you should still decorate it, it's your office," delilah said, her voice softening. jungkook's eyes crinkled at the corners as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss.

" alright, whatever my love desires me to do, hm?" he murmured, his voice husky against her lips, and then deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

as jungkook tongue danced with hers, delilah's fingers dug gently into the soft fabric of his hoodie, her grip tightening as she leaned into the kiss. jungkook's hands settled on her thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of her legs as he deepened the kiss.

delilah's breath caught in her throat as she felt his body press against hers, his hardness evident even through their layers of clothing.

the pressure of his body against hers was almost palpable, and delilah's pulse quickened as she felt his arousal grow.
jungkook's lips left hers, and he nuzzled her cheek, his breath hot against her skin.

delilah's eyes fluttered open, and she glanced up at jungkook.
his eyes were inches from hers, his pupils dark and sparkly.
she cupped his cheeks in her hands saying,
" your eyes hold up thousands of galaxies."
as delilah spoke, jungkook's eyes shone even brighter, his pupils dilating.

his cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue, and his face grew warm to the touch. his nose twitched ever so slightly, as if he was trying to hold back a smile. " babe," he said, his voice trembling a bit. he looked away, his eyes darting to the side as he struggled to maintain his composure.

delilah smirked, and she teased, "shy, baby?" jungkook's gaze reluctantly returned to hers, their eyes locking once again. his blush deepened, and his pupils sparkled with a hint of mischief.

he let out a whine and dug his face into the crook of her neck, hugging her waist tightly. delilah cooed softly, her fingers moving through his hair as she caressed the hair on his nape.

just as jungkook was about to plant a soft kiss on delilah's neck, his phone rang with a call from his mother. delilah, hearing the ringtone, stopped playing with his hair and allowed him to reach into his pocket and answer the call.

hi star, where are you?

i'm with delilah, mum.

jungkook pulled the phone away from his ear as his mother's scream pierced the air. delilah covered her mouth, suppressing her giggles.

great! your father won the partnership deal and we're having a party to celebrate. i want you to bring delilah along, it will be the perfect opportunity for your father and me to meet her.

mum, dad will cause a scene if he sees her.

don't worry, i won't allow it. i'll make sure your father behaves himself.

if she only feels comfortable, mum. i'll let you know.

okay, star. i'll see you soon.

alright, mum.

jungkook hanged up the call and delilah said, " so i'm meeting your parents?..."

"only if you're comfortable, baby," jungkook said, his voice soft. "i don't want you to feel pressured."

delilah bite her lips and nod her head. " it'd be a pleasure to meet them."

jungkook frowned, " sweetheart, i don't-"

but delilah cut him off with a gentle kiss on his lips. "baby, your dad practically hates me and i don't want him to have this negative view about me any longer." she said removing some hair from his eyes.

"okay, my love." jungkook said, pecking her forehead and send a text to his mom letting her know.

" will you start having clients soon?" delilah asked as they leave his office and into the main lounge.

"not yet, love," jungkook replied, wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked out of the studio; he locked the door behind them.

" graduation is just a few days away for me, and i want to get that out of the way before i start taking on clients. besides, i haven't even revealed my tattoos to everyone yet." he said.

" i'll be your first client." delilah averted her eyes towards her boyfriend. " i want a tattoo on my ass." she smirked, her breath caressing his ear.

jungkook's eyes went wide, his lip piercing glinting in the sunlight as he lick his lips. " you're crazy." he breathed.

delilah's grins, " i know baby." she kissed his lips and jungkook's grip on her waist tightened, the thought of that moment.

"i'm serious, though." she said looking at him. jungkook choked his spit, " we can go back and i can do it right now."

"maybe after we know, on that same night," she whispered, her body leaning against him as they walked. "and you can do that."

" you wanna make love in my studio?" jungkook gulped, his heart pounding. his mind was a jumble of thoughts, all swirling around the idea of being one with delilah.

"in your office, and you can tattoo me right there," she whispered, her lips brushing against the mole under his mouth.

jungkook's eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned. "shit, babe... you drive me wild," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

delilah raised her brow," already? oh baby, we're just getting started."