Just Talking

"Show Me" (18 +)

In honor of Jungkook's birthday here's an extra chapter. 🙂
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They took the elevator to one of the floors and the driver knocked before giving her a slight bow and walking back down the hallway. She bit her lip and stepped away from the door. There must be some mistake, had someone mistaken her for a prostitute? No way she was sticking around to find out...

"Y/N." As she stepped away the door swung open to reveal her husband, a smile on his face, dressed in sweats and a white t-shirt. His smile quickly faded as he saw her hand on her heart and her white face. "What's wrong?"

"What...what's wrong?!" She hissed out, glaring at him. "I just basically got kidnapped and brought here with no one telling me what's going on! I'm a lone, attractive woman wandering around by herself in Asia! What do you mean, what's wrong?!"

"Oh." He frowned and opened the door wider, gently guiding her inside. "I'm sorry, I asked our manager to find you, I didn't realize they'd do it that way..." Everything was okay but she was still shaking slightly so he slid his arms around her and squeezed. "I'm sorry." She relaxed against him for a second before pulling away.

"I have to go, my friend is waiting...."

"What? No, you can't go!" She looked at Jungkook like he'd grown a second head.

"Excuse me?"

"I..." He gulped a little looking at her face. "I mean...I don't want you to go..."

"Jungkook, I booked a hotel room already."

"Okay, I can pay for your share. I just...I don't actually get to see you that much..."

"All my stuff is there." He gestured at his suitcase.

"You can wear my clothes." She raised an eyebrow and glanced down at herself, then at him.

"I'm at least half your size, if not less." He pulled a t-shirt out and threw it to her.

"You can wear that. Or..." He stopped, his ears turning red and he quickly turned around. No, nope, that was not going to come out of his mouth.

"I just...I want to spend time with you. Is that bad of me to want?" He asked, suddenly not sure of the answer. Y/N hesitated, looking at her sheepish husband. She been so scared and pissed it was only now occurring to her why he'd done this.

"There's only one bed. And you don't have a sofa."

"Y/N, we're married."

"Yeah but we're friends." Now it was his turn to look at her like she'd grown a second head.

"Come here." His exasperation temporarily overcame his anxiety and shyness and he pulled her to him before cupping her cheek and planting a kiss on her lips. "No, we're not." He whispered before kissing her again. He rested his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. "This is the third time I've made out with you."

"This isn't making out, Jungkook..." He kissed her yet again, this time much more passionately and he felt her clutch his shoulder. He didn't stop, slowly turning her and backing her up against the wall. She couldn't move and that's where he wanted her.

"Mmmmm, it's not?" He said teasingly when he came up for air. She was breathing heavily and slid her hand around his neck to bring his lips back down to hers again. He smiled, feeling more confident when she responded and showed she wanted him too. But....how much did she want him? He thought back to how far they'd gone the first time. He remembered how it'd felt, how much farther he'd wanted to go, but could he go farther? Could she go farther? He rocked his hips into hers experimentally and was rewarded with Y/N detaching her lips from his and softly groaning.

"Oh, god." She whispered.

"Did you like that?" He kissed her nose. She closed her eyes and nodded. He did it again, harder this time and her breath hitched, her other hand grabbing the waist of his sweatpants. He froze. He wanted this, he wanted this so bad, but....he'd also never done it before and he was....afraid. What if he was bad, what if she didn't like it, what if she didn't like him...

"Y/N." He said softly and her eyes opened. "I...I'm scared." He admitted, looking hopefully for some hint of understanding in her face. He couldn't believe he'd come so far that he was okay with admitting something like this to a woman.

"You've never done it before?" He shook his head and blushed, looking down.

"I...I mean I've watched porn and stuff but...wait, I probably shouldn't be telling my wife that..." He blushed even redder if that was possible but she chuckled.

"Well, porn's not very realistic. But..." She stopped and bit her lip. Was she ready to go this far with him? She was more experienced but not by much. And the insecurities he was feeling, she was feeling too. When she didn't finish he looked up and it made him feel a bit better to see the same things he felt in her eyes. "I know my body and I'm assuming you know yours?" He nodded. "We can just show each other." She made it sound so simple, so easy...he kissed her again, grinding into her over and over until she was gasping for air. He kissed down her jaw and to her neck before gently tugging on her pants.

"Show me." He whispered.