Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 138

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, one hand firm on my waist, keeping me steady as my back presses against the wall.

My chest is still rising too fast. I nod anyway, forcing a small smile. "Yeah."

"Let's go to bed, babe," he murmurs.

"You're... done?" I ask, the question slipping out before I can stop it.

A slow smirk spreads across his lips, his eyes flicking over my face with quiet amusement.

"Why do you sound disappointed?" he teases. "You're not done yet?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks. I bite my lower lip, instantly regretting it.

"I'm not done either," he adds, his voice dropping, breath brushing my ear. "If I'm being honest." A pause. "But I don't want you getting too tired."

I glance up at him, suddenly too shy to respond, my fingers curling slightly.

He studies me for a second—then decides for both of us.

"Bed, I do you on the bed" he says simply, his tone leaving no room for my opinion.

Before I can respond, he lifts me effortlessly, my body instinctively leaning into his as he carries me out of the bathroom and toward the bed.

He lowers me onto the sheets, then follows, settling above me. For a moment, we just stare at each other—his gaze heavy, mine a little unsteady. My hands slide up, wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer until there's no space left between us.

His lips find my neck, slow and deliberate.

"Jungkook..." I whisper, my fingers tightening slightly against him. "Do you know how crazy you make me?"

A quiet breath of amusement leaves him against my skin. "I've always been crazier than you."

A soft giggle slips out of me, but it quickly fades into a shaky breath as his lips continue to move. The feeling rushes through me—intense, overwhelming—like something addictive, but no drug is involved.

Just him.

"I'm going to put in" he murmurs, voice low, checking me first. I nod, my fingers tightening slightly around him.

I feel his dick entering me.

A soft, shaky breath leaves me as I pull him closer, the moment drawing a quiet sound from my lips.

His movements start slow, steady—like he's reading every reaction, every shift in my breath.
When I look up, his eyes are already on me.

Watching.

My face heats under his gaze, and a quiet chuckle slips from him.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask, breath uneven.
Because you're cute," he says, the amusement still lingering in his voice.

I hesitate, then whisper, "Am I not... sexy?"

His gaze softens, but there's still that heat in it.

"You are," he says quietly. "But your reactions... they're cute too."

My fingers tighten slightly around him. "Even when I moan?" I ask, my voice barely above a breath.

A low, almost disbelieving huff leaves him, his forehead dipping closer to mine. "You don't even realize what you do to me when you say things like that," he murmurs.

My heart stumbles at the way he looks at me—like I've already undone him.

He pauses just enough to search my face, his voice dropping softer this time. "Can I go faster?"