Golden Closet Crush- A Jeon Jungkook Imagine

Four

*Your POV*

     "Jenn noona, where's In-Bok?" I giggle, my mouth full of lemon creme cake. I swear, it's like people wait for me to take a bite of food to then ask me to talk. Never fails. "Sung-Deuk took him home for a playdate with his son so I could focus on the cake tasting but...why are you here?" Taehyung stuffs another whole slice of chocolate hazelnut cake in his mouth before answering, his words muffled, "fwee cake, dooda!" I laugh as I look around the table, all seven members of BTS, Mia, and Yoongi's hugely pregnant fiance, Emma, chatting, laughing and stuffing our faces with the 12 different flavors of cake set out across the table. Emma drops a glob of pink strawberry frosting on her belly, pouting as Yoongi laughs at her before wiping it off. Jimin feeds Taehyung a bite of vanilla cake while Seokjin and Jungkook fight over the last slice of banana cheesecake. I lean back in my chair, full and exhausted after an hour of nonstop cake tasting. Hoseok leans over to me, placing a small glass bottle in front of me, "Drink this. It'll help soothe your stomach and prevent indigestion." I gratefully take it and start drinking the bitter liquid, "You're a blessing, Hobi. You're always taking care of us." 

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     I step out of the restroom to find Jungkook leaning against the wall. He looks over at me, a determined look on his face as he grabs my hand and drags me outside. His fist in a tight grip around my wrist, "Jungkook, what are you-" He opens the back door of their slick black SUV and ushers me inside before slamming the door shut and locking it. "What the fuck, Jungkook!" He grabs the back of my head and leans in close, his nose grazing mine, his breath against my lips, "Who told you to look this good in that skirt?" I giggle as he presses his lips against mine, a hand firmly squeezing my exposed thigh, "You scared me, jackass. I thought something happened." I lightly slap his chest as I lean back in the seat, getting comfortable. "I was trying to get you out of there as fast as possible. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep myself from fucking you on that table in front of everyone? I can only take so much when it comes to you." I throw my head back laughing, "But isn't it kind of fun secretly dating? I mean, it was your idea, after all." "Just because it's fun, it doesn't make it easier when you walk around breathing that sexy." I can't help but giggle as I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck, "Good. Now you know what it's like for us Armys. Except you don't have to suffer through me dick thrusting on stage like everything's okay." "I only do that because I imagine myself fucking those soft pink lips of yours every time." His rough hands slide up my thighs and around to my ass, squeezing as he plants a soft kiss on my neck. "I brought a snack." Jungkook leans over and pulls a wrapped slice of pink champagne cake from under the seat. He unwraps the plastic wrap and dips his finger into the pink frosting, bringing it to my lips, "Suck." 

     I open my mouth enough to let his finger slide in, the taste of sugar hitting my tongue. I wrap my lips around his finger and suck. My tongue licks the frosting off, moaning as he slides his finger out of my mouth. His mouth hangs slightly open as he watches my mouth, "I want you bent over against the seat. NOW." To be honest, I love it when he takes control. I get on my knees, pull my sky blue panties down and lean against the back of the seat, my breasts pressed against the head rest, thighs spread apart and shaking. I sway my hips, ass in the air, waiting for what's next. Jungkook dips his finger in the frosting again before lifting my skirt and wiping it across my left asscheek. He grips my waist, slowly licking the icing off. I gasp as a sharp pain suddenly hits the spot he just licked. I look back to see a bright red handprint on my ass. I bite my lip, looking at him as I push my hips out towards him. "You like that, huh?" I lick my lips, already breathless as my heart races. I'm already wet and getting impatient, "I want more." Jungkook smirks as he raises his hand, bringing it back down with a loud smack against my skin. I yelp at the sting, my nails digging into the leather seat. He softly kisses the spot on my ass where his handprint still burns red. He wraps my hair around his fist, pulling my head back. I feel his body press against my back. He let's go of my hair and wraps his hand around my neck, my head leaning back against his shoulder. I arch my back more so my ass presses against his pelvis. I can feel his hard dick already freed from his pants and pressing against my skin. "Give it to me, Jungkookie. I want it." He pushes his dick between my thighs, his other hand still holding my head in place by my throat. I grind my hips against his, my juices dripping over his dick and down my thighs. "You hear that? Mm, I love how wet you sound." His voice in my ear, thick and hoarse, gives me chills. I pant trying to catch my breathe, almost too turned on. I just want him inside me. "JEON JUNGKOOK, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T FUCK ME N-" His hand clasps over my mouth as he shoves his thick cock inside me so fast. I yell out, my voice muffled by his hand. He presses against me, smothering me against the seat as he relentlessly thrusts into me. Hard. Fast. He sticks two fingers in my mouth, my lips instantly closing around them. I suck hard, his fingers against my tongue. I can still taste the sweetness from the frosting. Jungkook hisses between his teeth, his face against mine. Sweat drips down his face and onto my chest. I feel every thrust in the pit of my belly, his arm sliding across my waist, embracing me. My head leaning back onto his shoulder, I roll my head towards him. He slips his fingers out of my mouth and lightly places his hand over my throat. I plant a soft kiss on his neck, "Jungkookie.." My nails dig into the leather, my legs shaking as that familiar sensation I crave so much builds. I'm so close to cumming, I NEED it. My heavy breaths come out strained beneath his grip. I move my hips in circles, thrust for thrust. Jungkook pounds my soaked pussy, his breathing ragged and moans, hot as hell. He quickly takes his hand from my waist and grips the leather seat for stability as his movements become erratic, nearing his orgasm. "Jungkookie, I can't hold it in anym-aahhh, fuck.." He bites my neck, sending a wave of shock throughout my body, "God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me. I want to feel you cum." His strained words in my ear throw me over the edge. I reach around, pulling at his hair as he tightens his grip on my throat, cutting off just enough air to make me lightheaded. My mind clouded, high, as my orgasm explodes around him. I shut my eyes, wanting to feel every spark and sensation running throughout my body. My body convulses against him, sweet cum dripping down. "Fuck!" Jungkook releases my throat, grabbing my hip and holding me in place as he slams his cock into me twice before his warm cum spills out into me, filling me. He slowly pumps himself before pulling out of me. He rests his forehead against the nape of my neck, his arms wrapping around me while we struggle to catch our breath. He rolls over, pulling me over onto his lap. "Ah, fuck. Why can't I get enough of you? Lay back." I do as he says, curious. I lean back, my head against the steamy, cool window. He lifts my leg, separating my thighs. He lifts my skirt, looking down at my still dripping pussy with a smirk on his lips. Taking his index and middle fingers, he runs them up between my raw pussy lips, circling my sensitive clit and making me jump before lifting his fingers for me to see. His fingers wet and glistening in the light, a swirl of pearl white semen connecting them as he slowly separates his fingers. "I don't want any other man to have you like this. No one gets to see you like this. Only me. Got it?" I grab his face and pull him into a kiss. "Got it." We quickly straighten up our clothes and Jungkook helps me fix my hair before heading back to the others.