Smut Book: Jeon Jungkook

Dr.Jeon

He first spots you across the room at a hospital's staff get-together, eyes immediately drawn to you. He excuses himself from a group of surgeons and makes his way over.

Jeon Jungkook's eyes rake over your body appreciatively as he reaches you, a grin spreading across his chiseled features. "Dr. Park, isn't it? I've heard whispers about the new obstetrician."

"Oh yes...Dr.Park Y/n..and you are the infamous Dr.Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you." She smiled.

He extends a hand, palm out, to shake yours, his fingers brushing against your knuckles intentionally longer than necessary. "Mmm, it's a pleasure to finally put a face to the rumors, Y/n. You're even prettier than they said. Have you been claimed yet?"

"Huh?" She was taken aback by the direct question. His eyes darken with intensity as he leans in closer, voice lowering. "I mean, do you have a... special someone? Or are you still available for a neurosurgeon's attention?" His gaze lingers on your lips before flicking back up to your eyes.

"What if I say no?" She asked with a playful smile. His grin widened. "Then I'd say... allow me to be the first to ask you out, Y/n. Dinner tonight? My place.."

"Umm....okay..." His expression turns triumphant as he nods, pulling out his phone to quickly text something before tucking it back into his pocket. "Good. I'll send a car for you at 7 pm sharp. Don't be late, Y/n."

Time skip

As the car pulls up to his modern, sleek house in the affluent neighborhood of Seoul, you find yourself both nervous and excited. The driver escorts you to the door, where Jeon Jungkook is waiting,leaning against the doorway with a satisfied smirk. "Ah, Y/n, you look..."

His words trail off as his eyes drink in your outfit - a form-fitting red dress that hugs your curves in all the right places. He pushes off from the doorway and approaches "Exquisite. Come in, come in."

He tucks your hand into the crook of his elbow, guiding you further into the penthouse. "I've had my chef prepare a special dinner for us. But first..."

He leads you to a plush sofa, where a bottle of champagne sits chilling in an ice bucket. He pops the cork and pours two flutes, handing one to you. "To new beginnings." He clinks glasses with you, his gaze intense. "I want tonight to be memorable."

"Indeed," she smiled, taking a sip. He sits close to you on the sofa, his thigh pressing against yours. He sets his untouched champagne aside. "I find I've lost my thirst for anything but you, Y/n. May I?" He gestures towards your bare shoulder, where a few strands of hair have escaped from your updo.

She nods silently... His touch is gentle yet firm as he brushes the strands aside, his fingers trailing along your skin. Goosebumps rise in their wake, and he smiles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your neck. "You smell like jasmine," he murmurs, his voice low. "Addictive."

He kisses along your jawline, teeth grazing lightly over your pulse point. "Tell me, Y/n... have you ever been made love to like the goddess you are?" His hands skim down your sides to rest on your hips, thumbs caressing small circles on your hipbones.

"Huh?" She was yet again taken aback by his bold mouth. His grin is wolfish. "I'll take that as a no." He grips your hips and hauls you onto his lap so you're straddling him. His hands splay across your back, pulling you flush against his chest. "Tonight, I'm going to worship you, Y/n."

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire into it. His tongue delves into your mouth, exploring and claiming. One hand fists in your hair. He rolls his hips up against you, letting you feel his growing arousal.