chapter 5: penthouse night

The elevator ride to his penthouse was silent.

But the tension between you and Jungkook crackled like electricity.

He didn’t touch you.

Not yet.

But you could feel his gaze burning into your skin the entire way up.

When the doors opened, he led you inside with a hand on the small of your back — firm, possessive.

The second the door closed behind you, it was like a dam broke.

Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and pinned you against the wall, his mouth crashing onto yours — desperate, wild, claiming.

You whimpered into his kiss, your hands flying to his chest, feeling the hard lines of muscle under his black shirt.

He kissed you like he was starved, like he’d been waiting for this forever.

Jungkook: You’re mine, he growled against your lips.

Jungkook: Say it.

yn: I’m yours, you whispered, breathless.

His hands slid down to your thighs, gripping tightly before lifting you easily. You gasped, arms wrapping around his neck instinctively.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried you through the penthouse, his mouth hot and greedy against yours.

You barely registered the luxury around you — the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sprawling living space — because all you could feel was him.

Jungkook dropped you gently onto the bed, standing over you as he pulled his shirt off with one smooth motion.

Your breath caught.

Every inch of him was carved muscle — powerful, lean, beautiful.

His tattoos rippled across his arms and chest, the inked swirls of art only making him look more dangerous. More untouchable.

Except he was standing there, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world he wanted to touch.

jungkook: Take it off, he said, voice low, watching you.

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the zipper of your dress.

But Jungkook’s eyes softened at your shyness. He came closer, brushing your hands away.

jungkook: Let me.

Slowly, almost reverently, he pulled the zipper down, exposing the curve of your back, your bare skin.

You shivered under his touch.

The dress slipped down your shoulders, pooling at your waist, and Jungkook inhaled sharply.

jungkook: You’re so fucking beautiful, he muttered, almost like he was angry about it. Angry that anyone else had ever looked at you.

He cupped your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look up at him.

jungkook: You have no idea what you do to me, he said.

And then — he kissed you again, slower this time.

Deeper.

You felt his hands roaming your body, tracing every curve, every inch of exposed skin.

He touched you like he was memorizing you. Like he never wanted to forget a single detail.

jungkook: Lie back, he ordered softly.

You obeyed, heart hammering in your chest.

Jungkook stripped the rest of your clothes off carefully, reverently, like unwrapping a gift he had waited a lifetime for.

Then he stood back, admiring you — bare, spread out across his dark sheets.

jungkook: Fuck, he whispered, raking a hand through his hair. His control was slipping.

He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you.

The heat of his body blanketed you, his skin brushing yours, his mouth finding your neck, your collarbone, your chest.

Every kiss was slow.

Every touch was possessive.

When he finally touched you between your thighs, you gasped — arching into his hand.

His fingers were skilled, precise, coaxing sounds from you you didn’t even know you could make.

Jungkook: You’re already so wet for me,

 he murmured against your skin.

Jungkook: Just for me.

You nodded, moaning, too lost to form words.

And when he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you cried out his name — clinging to him.

Jungkook: That’s it, sweetheart, Jungkook praised, voice thick.

 Jungkook: Let me hear you. Don’t hide from me.

When you came, it was hard and fast — your body shaking, clutching his wrist, overwhelmed by the intensity of it.

But he wasn’t done.

He kissed you again — deep, dirty — and you tasted yourself on his tongue.

yn: Need you inside me, you whispered desperately.

A low, dangerous growl rumbled in his chest.

You felt the shift immediately — Jungkook losing that last thread of restraint.

He stripped the rest of his clothes off quickly, and when he pressed against you, you whimpered at the size of him.

Jungkook: You can take it, he whispered, lining himself up at your entrance, kissing your forehead

Jungkook: I’ll take care of you.

He pushed in slowly — inch by inch — giving you time to adjust.

Stretching you, filling you in a way that made you feel complete.

Owned.

When he was fully inside, he stayed still — forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.

jungkook: You feel so fucking perfect, he groaned.

He started moving — slow, deep thrusts — every roll of his hips sending pleasure spiraling through you.

You clung to his shoulders, your moans filling the room, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the dark.

Jungkook kissed you through it all — kissed your mouth, your neck, your chest — like he couldn’t get enough.

jungkook: Mine, he kept whispering.

Jungkook: Mine, mine, mine.

You nodded, tears prickling your eyes from how intense it felt.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was everything.

When you came again, Jungkook followed seconds later — burying himself deep inside you with a low, broken moan, holding you so tightly you thought he might never let go.

He collapsed onto you, his weight grounding you, his heart pounding wildly against your chest.

And when he finally pulled back, brushing the hair from your sweaty face, he looked at you like you were his entire world.

jungkook: I love you, he whispered.

You smiled, tracing his jaw with your fingertips.

yn: I love you too.

He pulled you into his arms, tangling your legs together, and kissed your temple softly.

jungkook: Sleep, sweetheart I’m not going anywhere.

And neither were you.

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