Like a Hostage

Spending the rainy Friday at home, Jungkook browsed through the list of recently added movies on Netflix before clicking the one with the most viewer votes. And, as you rested your legs on his lap, the two of you shared a warm glance once his hands naturally began massaging your toes, careful with the bruise on your ankle. One that you comedically earned from your skiing accident, where you overestimated your skills or better the lack of them and dared to race your athlete-build boyfriend. Needless to say, despite giving you a headstart, you found yourself dumbfounded in his embrace after an innocent rabbit scare led to your crash into a nearby snow pile.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, palm gently hovering over the purple hues.

"Not really. I've been using that cream you gave me," you replied with a soft smile, drawing circles on his tattooed forearm.

"Next time, let's verse in something that won't leave you in a cast, mmhh?" Jungkook teased, placing a gentle peck on your hand before intertwining his fingers with yours.

Diverting your attention back to the screen, your sleepy gaze suddenly widened as the camera panned closer to the female lead's naked body during a steamy shower scene. Flinching at the visuals you stare at the ceiling, awkwardly fumbling with the rings on your fingers before Jungkook notices your tension, quickly skipping over the intimate parts.

"Y/n, is everything okay?" he asked quietly, glancing down at your flushed state.

"Mmhm,"

"Baby, what's on your mind? Tell me," he leaned in closer, tucking a few stray hairs out of your face.

"Nothing, it's stupid," you managed to form somewhat of a reassuring smile before glancing back at his sly grin.

See, you've always wanted to save yourself for marriage, and while the decision didn't stem from religious beliefs or values it was significantly fueled by your desire to have control over your life. At least some parts of it. If it was up to you, in a perfect world where children were born into love, you wouldn't be consumed by the dreadful shame of knowing that the bride's side of the family would consist of only yourself. Since, once your parents left, so did the structure in your life as you tiptoed over the cracks in the weathering foundation, but now, the cards were in your hands. And, you were dedicated to the hope of blooming at your own pace and with the right person. However, to this day, somewhere deep in your subconscious, this tiny voice of doubt kept daunting your decision. Would it be fair for Jungkook if you starved him of your touch? How long would he be willing to withhold his lust until one day you were no longer worth it?

"Oh, come on, don't be shy. It's natural. But, I guess now we know why this was the top pick. Horny bastards," Jungkook chuckled, sneaking in a quick wink before resting his head on the couch.

"Well, you must have thought about it, right?" your eyebrows furrowed, lifting your torso from the blanket cover.

"About what?"

"You know," you murmured under your breath, feeling the flush in your cheeks.

"Have I thought about sex with you?" Jungkook's voice deepened, hooded gaze slowly observing every inch of your exposed body.

"Shhh, why are you so loud?" you yelped, hushing his lips with your index finger until his hold on your hand tightened, and with one swoop you were exactly where he wanted. On his lap. Lips inches apart.

"Y/n, I think about you all the time." he grinned, tracing the bottom of your pouty lips as your breath hitched in your throat. "Not, in a freaky, call 911, stalker type of way, but..." he leaned in closer.

"I think about the heart-shaped vein on your eyelid ..." he whispered into a soft kiss on your lid.

"I think about the moon tattoo behind your ear ..." shivers went down your spine as his teeth gently grazed your skin, hands roaming under your tank top.