The Guy Next Door | JJK Short Story [COMPLETED]

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😏 SMUT WARNING 😏

As soon as the lift opened its metal doors, allowing us to walk out into the hallway, Jungkook pulled me to his apartment, not even asking me if I wanted this. He knew I did, there was no doubt about it.

Once enclosed in his space, his mouth came down on mine, molding itself to me. He held me in the middle of his living room, warm and wet lips on mine, as he grasped the edge of the opening of my dress at my back.

Splaying his hands on top of my spine, he pressed me to him, crashing our bodies together, not giving any space for air to circulate between us. Instead, heat flowed from his skin to mine, warming me to him. The fire I saw in his eyes starting to consume me. To flare through me.

Not saying a word, Jungkook lifted my dress up my thighs, urging my legs around his waist and picking me up. He walked me to his bedroom in the dark, kissing me the whole way.

I clutched his hair between my fingers, angling his head, deepening the kiss, just as he reached his bed. The soft mattress cushioned my back as I pulled him down with me, writhing beneath his body.

Opening the buttons of his shirt one by one harshly, I pulled the fabric out of his slacks, finally being able to touch him, to feel the hardness and definition of his muscles. To know that if only for a moment, he was mine.

Jungkook mimicked my action, sliding the dress's zipper open and pushing it down my arms, the fabric pooling around my waist.

- There's the perk of this dress. – he breathed on my skin, right before his lips closed around my hardened nipple.

Moaning from the sensation, I grasped his hair, forcing his head on my skin as I arched my back in invitation. He groaned, clearly satisfied at the action and the sound. Jungkook was always very keen on making me express my approval of his work vocally. Apparently, his ego loved it.

And if his ego was happy, then I would get rewarded.

Reaching between us as he gave the same attention to my other breast, I popped his slack's button open, readily sneaking my hand inside his boxers, feeling just how ready he was. Pushing his pants down with my feet I worked my hand up and down, feeling him getting harder against me.

His lips came back to mine, a hand cupping my already sensitive breast as the other held me by the nape of my neck. I tried pushing his boxers down, just like I had done with his pants, but only got them to his thighs, the elastic stuck.

Disentangling himself from me, Jungkook stood by the bed, pulling the damned black thing off him as I looked at every single inch of him. He then kneeled on the bed, hooking his fingers on the sides of my underwear and sliding it down my legs, all the while giving me the same look I was using on him.

Eating me with his eyes.

When there was no other obstacle between our skins, he started to kiss my leg upward, slowly climbing his way up my body. Bending my left leg over his shoulders as he went, and holding the other to the side, he opened me to him, his tongue delving into the wet skin between my legs.

At the first contact, I cried out, clutching his hair again. My leg and hand helped to press him against me more fully as I arched my head backward and moaned his name. He loved that, the sound of his name on my lips, barely whispered, as he gave me pleasure. He loved making me lose my mind.

Jungkook alternated between long licks and small bites, the wetness that pooled in my core increasing exponentially. I started to beg, because when this man got me to that point, dignity was a distant thought. All I wanted was to have him.

Going up my body, he kissed my lips slowly as he rubbed his hardness against my wet flesh. Not getting in, just teasing. Just saying "hey, when I get in there, it's going to be so good". Just getting me wetter.

Back and forth, as I held him by the shoulders, arching my chest to his. The head of his erection just at my opening, just grazing there. Just making me insane.

Extending my arm sideways, I managed to open the drawer on his nightstand and fish a condom from there, all without stopping the kiss. Jungkook stole the packet from my hands, sitting back a little to open it and cover himself. Just as I thought he would finally ease my need, he rolled us on the bed.

Urging me to straddle him, he pulled my head down to kiss me as he positioned my hips where he wanted, sliding inside me effortlessly. Our groans were lost in the kiss. He always felt good, every single time. If anything, it seemed that every time was better than the last.

I moved slowly on top of him, accepting all of him inside me after a few thrusts. He felt so big like this, so hard. So good. I wanted to take it slow, to savor it, to make it last. But the urgency in my body didn't let me.

Soon enough, I was moving restlessly, sitting on him as fast as I could, as his hands left marks on my waist, helping me move. I had planted my hands on his chest, using it to steady myself and anchor my movements.

Pulling me down again for a kiss, Jungkook rolled us again, hovering above me and leaning back enough to look me in the eyes. Hooking one of my legs on top of his shoulder and keeping the other open to the side, he forced his entry, earning some strangled noises from my throat.

I felt the fire burning in my veins, reducing me to a moaning mess, clutching his shoulders as pleasure took my conscience for a moment. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware of his groan as he let himself go, pushing against me a couple of times, using his arms for support not to crush me.

Sliding out of my body and laying beside me, we both struggled to catch our breaths.

- That was ...

- An amazing opening. – he said, cutting my sentence.

I chuckled, tucking myself underneath his white sheet. He saw the movement and looked at me sideways, a brow arching on his perfect face.

- Who says I'm done with you?

- Oh, please. You can't force your body with these kinds of things, Jeon. It doesn't matter how stubborn you are.

- Are you implying I can't go again? – he asked in mockery. When I didn't answer, he smirked. – Just give me some minutes to catch my breath and you'll regret that comment, Hana. Make no mistake of it.

I smiled and wondered what it would be like to have this every day. Being in bed with him, smiling and joking, and not just going at it like bunnies.

Oh, shit. No, no, no.

I'm not really thinking about that, am I?

But sure enough, as Jungkook rolled on top of me again and fulfilled his challenge to perfection twice more that night, I couldn't really shake that feeling out of my mind. This was a disaster. The dumbest thing I could ever do. Something that would only break me in the end, and I knew it.

How did I let this happen?

When did I start to fall for him?

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