PASSION OF THE DEVIL || J.Jk ff

𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 (part 1)

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Jungkook POV

"N-No...I'm not doing that, Jungkook," I casually hung my coat before giving her a glance. "I ain't letting you back down from our deal, y/n," she gulped and scooted for the exit door, only to get thrown on my shoulder like a potato sack, a second later. She whined and kept throwing her little punches on me, as if she was a kid and I denied to let her, her favourite toy set.

I put her on the bed, as she glared in pure disappointment at me. "You can't do this with me today! It's my birthday!" A smirk appeared on my lips at her failed attempt to emotionally blackmail me. "It's past midnight. Does your birthday occur for 48 hours?" She let out an exhausted sigh when she knew she lost.

"What do you exactly want me to do now then?"

"I told you, sweetheart."

Her eyes filled with embarassment, clicked at me with a are-you-for-real-? look. "Now, I don't think it would be a wise decision for you to be anymore late. Because, the late you start, the late it gets for you to stop," I saw her mouth opening and closing in a swift motion.
She went to the closet without any further argument, like a good girl.

"You..look...lusciously fuckable," I chuckled at the motion of her, covering her face with the back of her hands. She seems so embarassed. Yet still, so sexy. So beautiful. So mine. So..mine.

She looks exactly how I imagined her to look in that lingerie, I bought for her when I first found her again.

"Continue, sweetheart," I leaned back on the bed rest with a naked upper body, only to make her more nervous than she already is. "I-I don't know how to dance like that, Jungkook..We can do..something else, please," I raised a brow at her request.
"Yes, ofcourse we can. We can fuck. In literally hundred different positions and angles, just as you love. But would you rather prefer to fuck uncountable rounds with me than just performing a two minute dance in that?"

"B-but..what song do I—"

The song ‘the boy is mine’ by Ariana Grande started playing, as I pressed the button on the remote.

"Hurry now, sweetheart," she started swaying herself sexily to the beat with her tightly shut eyes. I smiled at how she looked so adorable even while ball dancing like some whore in a bar.
"Look at me just like you're moving, baby," I said making her open her eyes immediately and look at me with that gaze.

Something erecting felt on my thighs, and it didn't take me much longer to assume what this woman infront of me was doing to a man like me. If someone told me that a sixteen year old girl I'll ll randomly meet in a book store will be the woman I wouldn't ever be able to let go off my eyes, when I was sixteen, I would've been laughing my ass off to them. Never have I ever thought of feeling anything a girl. I never thought of falling this bad for a girl, before I realised how intoxicated I was to her presence and existence.

I simply cannot ever imagine another man being with her. Touching her. Looking at her. Or even breathing near her. I feel a sudden urge to torture anyone who hurts her in any possible way.

"Stop," her body paused hearing my husky voice. "Stop right now before i do something," my eyes were locked with hers, and it didn't help anymore in making me more crazy. "W-What?"
"I'll give you ten seconds to move away from my eyes," she looked at me bewildered. "Go. To somewhere, I won't find you," my heart pounded in my chest. All I could imagine myself doing as soon as I close my eyes, is taking her raw. Breaking her soft skin. Ruining every inch of her. Covering her with my sins.