Jungkook: Right now I’m imagining how it would feel to bury my face between your legs, Queen.
Y/n froze. Jungkook obviously enjoyed her shock if his smirk was an indication. Y/n didn’t get a chance to retort because a low moan sounded above them. Her eyes darted to the open window, her brows pulling together. Jungkook moved behind her back, standing very close and leaning forward slightly so his face was beside her. He nodded up to the window.
Jungkook: That’s Jin and Helen’s bedroom.
A woman moaned again, an abandoned, uncontrolled sound full of pleasure. Y/n took a step back but bumped into Jungkook, who didn’t budge.
Jungkook: That’s the sound a woman makes when a man is eating her out.
Y/n: You are disgusting.
She gritted out, trying to get away, but Jungkook’s arms wrapped around her from behind, keeping her in place.
Helen: Please. *Helen gasped out* “Please, more.”
Jungkook: Do you want to know why I know Jin is currently licking pussy? It’s because you don’t hear him. His face is buried in it.
Helen’s moans turned louder, desperate, and then she cried out. Y/n wanted to be disgusted, but her body reacted hearing these sounds. Heat gathered between her legs.
Jungkook: Have you ever made this sound, Queen? *he murmured* “No, you haven’t. But don’t you wonder how it would feel to be overwhelmed with so much pleasure to force these kinds of moans from your lips?” *y/n stopped struggling, but Jungkook didn’t loosen his hold on her. His firm chest, warm and strong, still pressed up against her back* “A tongue between your thighs, licking, sucking. Don’t you want to know how that would feel?”
Y/n pressed her lips together, but she could do nothing about the trickle of wetness between her thighs. Above them new moans rang out. Helen, followed by deeper, more restrained grunts.
Jungkook: You are a grown woman, and yet you’ve never come so hard you lost yourself. You’ve never had a man buried between your thighs, eating you out.
Jungkook’s mouth brushed her ear. Then his tongue slid along the outer rim until it reached her earlobe. He circled it then drew it between his lips and sucked lightly, and she felt it all the way between her legs. He released her earlobe and exhaled. Something hard dug into her lower back. Y/n should have drawn back in disgust, but she was utterly frozen.
Jungkook: Are you wet, Y/n? Wet for me?
He rasped in y/n ear, and a small shiver passed through her traitorous body upon hearing his voice.
Y/n: I won’t ever bow to your will, Jungkook. *she whispered harshly*
Jungkook: Who says I want you to bow, Queen? I want you to give me yourself freely because you want to, because you choose to. Have you ever chosen anything only because you wanted to? Without heeding the consequences? Without regard to what’s expected of you? All your life you’ve bowed to your parents’ will, your dad’s will and once I’ll release you, you’ll bow to Louis’s will.
Y/n pov:
I hated Jungkook, hated him for making sense, hated him for getting under my skin. And I hated myself for letting him.
Jungkook: One day you will realize that you were never freer than in your time with me. Whatever you do, no one from the Hwang must know, and even if they find out, they won’t blame you, Queen.
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore how good Jungkook’s body felt against mine, trying to block the moans growing in crescendo, but my throbbing center was difficult to forget. Jungkook’s arms around me shifted until his thumb brushed the underside of my breast. I stilled but didn’t push him away, didn’t utter a word of protest. His mouth found my throat, nibbling, licking, biting, and his hand slipped under my shirt.
Rough fingertips slid over my skin, higher and higher until they reached my nipple through the lace of my bra. My lips parted from the sensation.
Jungkook: Won’t you tell me to stop?
Jungkook murmured in my ear before his tongue led a wet trail down my throat. His free hand cupped my cheek and twisted my face around so he could assault my mouth with an all consuming kiss. His tongue licked every crevice of my mouth, tasting, consuming, and owning my lips.
Jungkook: You better tell me to stop, Queen, because if I don’t stop now, I fear I won’t stop at all.
I barely listened to his words, too caught up in the sensation his fingers on my nipple created, too overwhelmed by the moans ringing out above us. Jungkook released my face and nipple, gripped my hips in a bruising hold, and got down on his knees.
Glancing over my shoulder, shock washed over me to see Jungkook kneeling before me. He pushed up my skirt and bit into my ass cheek then slid his tongue over the spot. His palm cupped my other cheek, hard, kneading possessively before he slid up and wedged his fingers under the strap of my thong. He tugged hard and the drenched fabric jerked against my center and clit. I gasped in surprise and pleasure.
Jungkook chuckled against my ass cheek then circled his tongue over the soft skin while his fingers kept tugging at my thong. How could this feel so good, so overpoweringly perfect? How could the sensation of fabric rubbing against my sensitive flesh bring me down like that?
Jungkook tugged harder and I arched, biting down on my lip to keep the sounds in. He sucked the skin of my ass cheek into his mouth as he gave my thong a few hard tugs. Waves of heat and tingling spread from my center to every nerve ending in my body. I was getting closer to something impossible, wondrous, mind-blowing. Something I’d never felt, not even close. Then Jungkook dropped his hand and released my skin from his mouth. I had to hold back a sound of protest. Gripping my hips, Jungkook turned me around. I stared down at him. He knelt before me, his eyes dark and possessive, a dangerous smile playing around his lips.
Even kneeling at my feet, Jungkook oozed dominance, control, power. Looking down at him I still felt like the one he brought to her knees. I narrowed my eyes, wanting to step away from him. Away from his violence and darkness that seemed to draw me in like an undercurrent.
As if he could feel my resistance, Jungkook tightened his hold on my hips and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my white panties, right over my throbbing nub. My hand flew forward, gripping his muscular shoulders to steady myself. His eyes pierced me to the core with their intensity as he leaned his rough cheek against my thigh, his mouth close to my center.
Jungkook: I can smell your arousal, Queen.
He said in a raw voice that traveled through my body like a jolt of electricity. As I watched, he smirked, parted his mouth, stuck his tongue out, and traced the small valley where my panties clung to my folds. I began to tremble.
Jungkook: Will you let me pull down your panties and taste your pussy?
I didn’t say anything. Not yes, but worse. Worse... I didn’t say no. Because I didn’t want to. I wanted Jungkook, had never wanted anything more.
End of Y/n pov.
Y/n stared down at Jungkook with hatred, but she didn’t fight when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong. He waited a couple of heartbeats, relishing in her silence, bathing in her surrender. He pulled down her panties. She shuddered but lifted her feet so she could step out of her panties. He pushed her skirt up.
Jungkook: Hold it up, Queen.
Her elegant fingers curled around the hem of her skirt, and she pressed it up against her flat stomach. Jungkook was at eye level with her pussy. The trimmed hair above her clit glistened with her juice, and her lips were swollen with arousal. He leaned forward, breathing in her heady scent. He ran his rough palms up her smooth thighs. She trembled, but not from fear. He preferred any emotion but fear.
His thumbs stroked her soft folds and parted them, revealing her small nub. She released a shaky breath, face half terrified, half expectant.
Jungkook: My mouth being the first to taste your pussy, I’ll be very thorough, Queen.
He leaned forward and licked her clit lightly. She bit down on her lip, stifling a sound. She closed her eyes, her cheeks blazing. He pulled back a couple of inches.
Jungkook: Yes, don’t watch, my little Queen. Maybe you’ll manage to pretend I’m someone else.
Y/n eyes flew open, furious, and she returned his gaze. She wouldn’t look away again. He dove in with small, gentle licks, testing how she’d react. A flood of her juice was his reward. He’d never been with a virgin or anyone. This was a new experience but one he found himself enjoying. His cock throbbed every time his tongue delved between her lips, from her opening up to her clit. He tasted every part of her sweet pussy, traced the smooth inside of her lips, her opening, knowing his cock would soon claim that part of her. Y/n shook, her legs starting to give in.
Jungkook: Hold on to the wall.
He ordered, and she complied without protest, leaning forward, her forearms braced against the rough façade, golden hair curtaining her face as she glared down at him while he ate her pussy. His teeth grazed her clit lightly, and she jerked, a small moan slipping out.
He brushed the inside of her knee and pushed. Y/n parted for Jungkook until she stood with her legs in a V over him. He tilted his head up, his hands curling over her hips and firmly pulled her down on his mouth and sucked each fold lightly before he closed his lips around her clit. She started rocking against his face almost desperately, and he complied with her silent demand by practically burying himself in her pussy, lapping at her, diving into her tightness, sucking. Then her lips parted, her brows pulling together in shock and astonishment, and she tensed.
Jungkook eyes drank in the expression on her face, the wild abandon of passion on her perfect features, the shock, the resignation, the delight. Possessiveness wasn’t one of his character traits, because he owned everything that mattered, but seeing y/n in the throes of her orgasm and knowing he was the first man to give it to her, he felt possessive. She was his, body and soul, and would be until he decided to set her free.
Jungkook smirked against her as her pussy throbbed. After another long lick, he leaned his head back against the rough stone and licked his lips. Realization filled y/n’s eyes, and her face twisted with horror and shame. He smiled darkly. She shook her head, stepping back, tugging at her skirt until it covered her pussy again.
He stayed on the ground, his cock throbbing in his pants, his chin coated with her juices, and his body swelled with sweet triumph.
Jungkook: How was that, Queen.
He murmured with a dark smile, and y/n gazed down at him. She whirled around, her hair whipping through the air, and stormed away.