Heart wants what it wants [Completed ✅] [ JJK × Reader ]

Worship Her Wild

Sunshine in Lion's Den

Jungkook’s POV

I sat on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm resting over the back as I sipped my whiskey. The men in the room—Aaron, Taehyung, and two other regional heads—were speaking, discussing shipment schedules and territorial tensions with another gang trying to inch their way into Busan. My mind was sharp, focused as always, but not fully present. Something was missing. No—someone.

Her.

Even when I wasn’t touching her, I felt her. Like my blood didn’t know how to circulate unless it was humming in her direction.

She was upstairs, curled in her writing seat by the window, typing out soft love stories with messy buns and scattered sticky notes and that damn adorable concentrated pout she made when she couldn’t get a line right.

God, my angel.

I clenched my jaw, fingers twitching slightly against the rim of my glass. The men kept talking, but I wasn’t really listening anymore. I never stayed away from her for long, not when I didn’t have to. Her presence calmed the monster in me, grounded me in a world where I had to wear steel for skin.

Then I felt it—the subtle shift in air, the quiet sound of her steps against the marble stairs. I turned my head like a hound catching scent, and every word in the room died.

There she was.

Walking down the stairs like a dream in daylight, her soft yellow sundress fluttering just above her knees, mid thighs, hugging her curves like it was made just to tempt me. Her hair fell around her shoulders in a dark, straight waterfall. A hint of shimmer on her cheekbones, the soft gloss of her lips—my mouth went dry.

Fuck.

She smiled.

That sunshine smile that could bring kings to their knees and monsters to their graves.

Every man in the room stood up a little straighter, voices dropping, gazes respectful but never lingering. They knew. She wasn’t just my wife. She was the only person on this damn earth who owned me.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” she said sweetly, eyes sweeping the room before landing on me.

And just like that—nothing else existed.

She walked over, hips swaying gently, and I swear I felt my blood thrum with every step she took closer. She didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. She climbed right onto my lap like she’d been doing it her whole life. Because she had.

I immediately wrapped an arm around her waist, possessive and instinctual, my hand flattening against the small of her back. Her scent hit me—warm vanilla and jasmine—and my control snapped a little. My other hand moved to her thigh, gripping it firmly through the soft material of her dress. Too soft. Too short. Too dangerous.

She leaned in close, lips brushing against the shell of my ear, voice low and silky.

“Come upstairs with me… just for a few minutes.”

My whole body went rigid beneath her.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her fingers traced along the back of my neck, soft and slow, and my cock stirred with an ache so instant it was painful. I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself, but it was useless. She was my calm and my chaos, all wrapped in one.

I tilted my head toward her, letting my lips graze her cheek. “Angel,” I murmured under my breath, just for her.

She giggled softly, eyes gleaming with mischief and affection. “Mhm?" Oh she knew all too well what she was doing.

Aaron and others turned deaf to my conversation. They knew their limits well. Taehyung was openly grinning into his drink. Bastard.

“Aaron,” I said, voice rough, trying to rein in the growl in my tone. “Take over.”

Then I stood, carrying her effortlessly in my arms as her dress shifted, revealing just a little more thigh than should ever be seen by anyone but me so I instantly fixed it. She was only mine. To be seen. To be admired. To be worshipped. And to be fucked. My addiction. My salvation. She buried her face in my neck, laughing quietly.

“I could’ve walked,” she whispered.

“Not when you have me,” I growled, my voice low and laced with heat.

I took the stairs two at a time, the hallway to our bedroom seemed to stretch on longer. And I lost it.

I pinned her against the wall in hallway.

My body pressed to hers, one hand gripping her hip, the other cradling her cheek as I stared into those dark blue eyes that had haunted me since forever. Her lips were slightly parted, breathing fast, her chest rising and falling as she looked up at me like I held the sun.

But she was the sun.

My sun.

My moon.

My angel.

My every damn thing.

My fingers traced her jaw. “What are you doing to me, sunshine?” I whispered, my voice rough and broken.

She smiled again, smaller this time, almost shy. “You were working too long. I missed you.”

I groaned and leaned in, my forehead resting against hers. “You say things like that and expect me not to lose control?"

She just smiled, the smile that had my heart tumbling. And caressed my lower lip softly with her thumb.

That was it.

Then I kissed her—hard, desperate, hungry.

Her hands tangled in my shirt, tugging, needing. I turned us and pressed her back against the wall, lips devouring hers as my hands roamed every inch of her body like a starving man mapping his salvation.

She moaned into my mouth, soft and needy, and I nearly lost it right there. My hand gripped her thigh and hiked it around my waist. She clung to me like she belonged there—because she did. Every inch of her molded to me like we were made in the same fire.

“You look like temptation in this dress,” I whispered against her throat, kissing and biting softly. “You know that?”

“I wore it for you.”

Fuck.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my fingers gently stroking her cheek. “Ten years married and you still make me feel like a fucking teenager in love.”

She smiled, eyes shimmering.

"Angel,” I whispered, pressing a kiss on her head. “I’m a man completely ruined by you. Have some mercy.”

She just giggled softly and smooched my lips making my eyes roll back in ecstasy as my grip on her thighs tightened. Possessive. Mm

And I’d let her ruin me again and again.

Every night. Every breath.

Only hers.

Always.

Forever.

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THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF JUNGKOOK FANFICTION "WORSHIP HER WILD" BY AURORA VESPERA. CHECK OUT HER WATTPAD ACCOUNT AND YOU WILL FIND OUT REMAINING PARTS OF THIS STORY. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. 💜