"What the hell did you think about?!" the smaller man hits the muscle pig's chest with both of his hands to express his anger. "I took revenge," he walks away to get to the couch, passing his hand through his hair to pull them back and give me a flirty look. "Don't ever do that again, or I kill you."
"Yeah..." he lets out under his breath, some arrogance running through it.
"Don't give me that 'yeah', alright?" Yoongi continues to retort, not decided to shut his mouth for good. "No," he fixes his big eyes on him, but smirks.
"You- Stop! I swear I'm gonna go berserk with your fan attitude!" he disappears in the bathroom while complaining and screaming for no good reason.
"Jeez..." Jungkook lays down on the sofa, his head resting on the back of it, he puts one arm under his head to be comfortable. "This man should learn how to chill..."
He is not wrong.
"Babe," he calls me in a whisper while I am cleaning the kitchen counter. I raise my head up to fall upon that appealing and seductive man, who is giving me the eye in a suggestive position. My cheeks warmed up.
"Come here right now. I want your body on mine," he keeps the same tone, staring and smiling to weaken me. "No. Are you out of your mind?"
"Yes. I'm in yours," he replies, believing he is funny.
"You're dumb," I roll my eyes and glance away, feeling shy because of what he dares to shamelessly let out of his mouth. "And that's dirtier than I would have imagined," he does not cease and worsen my state of nervousness. I cannot help but peek at him, and I regret right afterward.
He is purposely lifting his t-shirt up and brushing his abs with his hand while staring at me. "You're naughty."
"Shut up!" I tap my hand on the counter. "Do you want to get caught?"
"I love it when you get angry," he giggles and enjoys the mess he is creating, which could get us in trouble. "Just caress your body and leave me alone," I attempt to do my best not to take a look at him when he is doing everything to get my attention. "I imagine your hand instead of mine, and that's even better."
I do not react to his provocations but just keep on doing my work in order to calm myself from all that frustration caused by that tease, who is stalking me and observing each of my moves. "Can you come rub my stomach? It's hurting..."
"Take a pill or ask my brother," I send him packing.
"Rude," he pronounces after receiving my answer that I do not try to sugarcoat. "Come on, please... Pain killers won't work. I know it, baby."
"Stop whining, that doesn't work with me," I do not succumb. "Ugh...It's hurting..." he pretends to be in pain and emits some deep sounds that are not well taken by my heart.
Without saying anything, he stands up and walks up to me, dragging his feet along the parquet floor to reach my spot.
"It's hurting because of you..." he reduces the space between us and turns me around to push me against the worktop. "I need your hands."
He traps my fingers between his and raises them up to get to his lower abdomen, and he snakes my hand underneath his fabric.
"Oh, please, give me a little massage or caress to alleviate that feeling," he keeps my hand flattened on his abs and leans even closer to touch my face with his, letting what sounds like moans run out of his mouth. "What feeling..?"
"It's something you make me feel when I think about you," he presses his lips on mine, tenderly while sliding my hand down where it should not go if I want to remain pure.
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FORBIDDEN DESIRE | Jungkook × Reader ✔
Fanfiction"A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains some mature and triggering content*| 18+