Not until his hand firmly grips your chin in place, the realization finally strikes that Jungkook actually isn't playing around at all.

Your eyes lock onto his face as he stares back with heavy lids, sensual smirk slowly playing at the corners of his soft lips.

You gulp. "J-Jungkook," you begin to warn barely over a whisper, blush deepening as you force your hand to push against his abdomen for good measure, trying to create a bit of space he doesn't seem to agree with.

"Tell me to stop," Jungkook lowers his head as his tone carries a husky drawl, goosebumps shot up your arms despite the heat radiating deeply between your bodies as your breath mingles together. "Tell me you don't want me, tell me you don't want this."

More demanding this time Jungkook closes the distance, hips pushing against yours and you gasp as you feel something hard push against your core.

He chuckles as you don't respond, too flustered and jittery to answer. "You want me," it wasn't anywhere near a question and you hated how true the words sounded falling from his lips. "So don't fight it anymore, I already know how you feel, Y/N so why are you suddenly trying to play hard to get with me?"

Jungkook has never been this forward with you before. You want to scold him, to tell him he's really the one who's playing hard to get here, but you can't as your chest rises and falls, anticipation building as tingles begin to trickle down your body into your lower stomach as you ride the overwhelming rollercoaster of emotions. Instead, you find yourself getting lost further in a steamy pool of lust by his dominating stare, the way his free hand lightly traces against the length of your hips as his nose trails the side of your neck.

Push him away, knee him, do something!

But before you can protest, Jungkook's lips part, the tiny exhale he lets out brings goosebumps all over your body and you freeze in place. "I just don't think I can hold back anymore. Not when you're letting someone else mark you like this," his tone is cold against heated words and you gulp.

Without warning, his lips attach to the side of your throat and instead of yelling, kicking, screaming, you do the complete opposite of what your mind is telling you.

You moan.

All senses thrown off guard, you want to freeze and squirm at the same time as the warmth of his lips press against your skin, followed by the soft graze of teeth. But Jungkook is still restraining himself, as if he too is unsure of this whole situation.

Hesitantly, his soft lips work their way across your skin and the little electrocuting zaps followed leaves your skin burning under his delicate touch.

Heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears, Jungkook nears the most sensitive area of your neck, a spot he knows all too well from the night you two spent of the hood of his car. His tongue darts own, tracing patterns on that area and your hands instinctively reach out to tangle in his hair.

A growl bubbled within Jungkook's throat as you tug on his dark strands. "God, Y/N, you've been making me crazy lately," he mumbles against your neck before latching onto the sensitive area again.

You can't stop the second moan that escapes as he feverishly leaves open mouthed kisses near the hollow of your throat, pushing back until you're now seated on the ledge of the window, hands making their way under your shirt, defined muscles flexing as he massages from your waist to your hips.

"Jungkook," you didn't realize you moaned his name until he chuckled lowly, pulling back only slightly to stare into your eyes.

Heat pools down below your stomach as Jungkook watches you hungrily, as if you're the only person on the planet who can get him this worked up. It takes you by surprise, how he seems to be just as affected by you, as you are by him in this moment. The wild glint in his eyes, sweat glistening on his forehead, lips puffed and red from molding to your skin. You can't help but to want him more, to feel him in every way possible.

His eyes flick down to the hickey created by Jimin and frustration clearly shows on his face. "Never again," his voice comes out hoarse and demanding.

You squirm in conflicting pleasure as his fingers grasp your chin with the perfect amount of pressure, completely taken over, rational thoughts swept under the carpet as you're now fully drunk in lust by the way Jungkook touches your body. His sinful smirk is enough to have you willing to do anything he says.

"I don't ever want him to mark you like this ever again," and with that his lips swiftly latch onto your neck again, the same exact spot where Jimin left his imprint in the kitchen not too long ago, somewhere that seems so far away from where you are now.

You couldn't tell him no even if you tried, realizing the love you feel for Jungkook is stronger than you thought before. You don't want anyone to touch you, to feel you how he's doing right now.

Jungkook smirks victoriously against your skin as he sucks a deeper purple hickey onto the side of your neck, completely masking Jimin's artwork. He knows he could lose you, and he's willing to do anything to stop that from happening.

So you let him have what he wants, but you don't realize he's giving you nothing but heartache in return.

A/N♡:

Sorry this was a short one my loves!

I hope this chapter didn't disappoint.

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