Song of the chapter:
Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys
"Come here, baby," Jungkook cooed playfully, his lower lip forming an adorable pout. It was hard to remember that this attractive man was the epitome of temptation. He extended both arms towards you, and you found yourself lost in his captivating doe-like eyes. "Don't keep me waiting."
"O-Okay," you stuttered, feeling a sudden rush of nerves. A deep blush spread across your [S/C] cheeks.
You stood up abruptly and made your way around the oakwood table to join him. Jungkook's smile widened, his warm chocolate-brown eyes softening. You paused beside him, blushing even harder than before.
Jungkook gently took hold of your hand and, without hesitation, pulled you onto his lap. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his warmth enveloping you. It wasn't your first time in this position, but for some reason, this moment felt different—more intimate, somehow.
The touch of his hand against yours sent sparks racing through your body, igniting every inch of your being. Stiffening at his warm touch, you remained frozen in place.
"Just don't start squirming, and we won't have any issues," Jungkook teased, his grin mischievous. Your heart pounded in your chest as he continued, "you're lucky that last time, I was in a car with others and managed to exercise some self-control. I can't guarantee the same if you catch me off guard again. Let's just say, you'd find yourself bent over my dining table, and—"
"That's enough," you cut him off, your cheeks flushed crimson. Avoiding his seemingly innocent gaze, you looked away. "Thank you. I'm flattered."
Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at your response, finding your bashfulness endearing. He was genuinely intrigued by you—or perhaps fascinated was a better word. The idea of you was so outlandish, so incongruous—a devout, virtuous girl who also happened to be a secret stalker. The irony of it all was captivating, and Jungkook couldn't deny the strange allure.
The perfect antagonist for his novel.
Nervously biting your lip, your eyes darted everywhere except Jungkook's. Taking the opportunity, he gently cupped your face, guiding your gaze back to him. Leaning closer, his beautiful brown eyes locked onto yours, delving deep into your soul. "You're stunning."
Your erratic breathing began to calm, softening into a gentler rhythm. The tense expression on your face transformed into a blissful smile as warm as the morning sunlight. Your body gradually relaxed against his, muscles easing their tension.
There was an undeniable power in his hunger-filled gaze, something you knew you wouldn't find in any other man. It felt as though, in that fleeting moment, your souls had merged, becoming one.
You swallowed hard, unable to tear yourself away from the intensity of his gaze. "T-Thank you," you quivered, your voice trembling. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't.
Jungkook was touching you.
He willingly chose to touch you.
He even chose not to harm you, despite having the opportunity.
Jungkook sighed softly, rolling his neck in a soothing motion as his hand gently caressed your arm. He wanted to ease your fears.
"What's troubling you, [Y/N]?" He asked in a soft tone. The sound of your name leaving his lips sent waves of euphoria through your body, mind, and soul. "Why do you seem so scared of me? Do you think I'll grab a butterknife and stab it through your pretty little chest?" He teased, a playful scoff escaping him.
Your body trembled against his, and he quickly grasped your trembling hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. The warmth of his touch eased your tension. For a moment, you forgot that this man was a notorious serial killer, capable of ending your life at any given moment.
He was the devil with the face of an angel.
"You could," you replied, finding comfort as you nestled further into his warm embrace. "Or maybe...I could be the one to end you. I could use that butterknife to slit your throat wide open."
"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty," Jungkook teased, a playful smirk on his lips. "Keep going. Tell me more about what you want to do to me."
You contemplated it momentarily, but thoughts of displeasing God quickly quelled any desires that might have arisen.
"No," you asserted firmly. "That's not happening."
"Even better," he grinned, rolling his eyes at you. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"Nothing," you lied. "I don't want you to do anything to me."
"Come on," Jungkook retorted, his eyes filled with amusement. "Are you saying you don't have any sexual fantasies about me? I've heard that the seemingly innocent ones are often the kinkiest."
Your frustration grew, and instinctively, you slapped your hand over his mouth, glaring at him.
"Stop it."
Jungkook swiftly removed your hand from his mouth, his gaze locked intently with your deep [E/C] eyes. He knew you were uncomfortable, but he found this side of you amusing, even if it went against his earlier promise.
As you gazed into Jungkook's eyes, his intense stare caused a flutter of anticipation within you. He leaned in slightly, biting his lip, and you couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows, feeling both intrigued and annoyed by the situation.
"What do you want me to do?" He commanded, his voice low and alluring.
You snapped back, slightly irritated, "tell me what you're talking about first."
Jungkook continued, undeterred. "You won't let me touch you until I put a ring on your finger, right?"
Reluctantly, you nodded in agreement, still suspicious of his intentions.
"Then tell me," he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I won't touch you now, I promise. But I want to know what you desire when that time finally comes."
You protested, "but what about the grapes?" Your attention shifted to the untouched fruit on the table.
"Can't you do this one thing for me?" He pleaded, pouting his lower lip, melting your heart. "I'm not asking for much."
"Jungkook..." you sighed, exasperated. "What do you want me to say?"
"Just be honest," he coaxed. "Tell me what you want me to do. Imagine it's our wedding night."
Wedding night? You hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly closed your eyes, allowing your finger to brush over your lips. Your mind transported to a different realm, where it was just the two of you, consumed by desire and passion.
"What do you want me to do first?" He whispered, his face drawing closer to yours.
You sighed, feeling the weight of the moment. "I want you to kiss me again. That's what I want."
He smirked, pleased with your response. "And how does it feel?"
"It's soft," you replied, lost in your imagination. "At first, it's gentle and tender, like a sweet caress."
"Tell me more," he encouraged, fuelling your fantasy.
You imagined his luscious lips, remembering the sensation of his kiss from the previous night. Your breathing slowed as you described the experience, your mind fully immersed in the rapturous bliss of the moment.
"What about now?" He asked, his voice deep and enticing. "How does it feel now?"
"It's still soft," you responded, your eyes closed, savouring the imaginary sensation. "But now it's urgent, like you have something to say that can't be expressed with words alone."
Jungkook's hands remained still, adhering to his promise not to touch you. His intense gaze watched your every move, full of desire and restraint.
"Where are my hands?" He inquired, his voice filled with anticipation. "Are they cupping your face?"
"They were," you whispered, your imagination shifting. "But now they're here." Your hands dropped from your lips to your waist, mimicking the actions in your mind.
"Tell me more," he cooed, his voice filled with longing. "What am I doing?"
You continued painting the scene in your mind, "your lips are on my neck."
"How does that feel?" He asked, his voice becoming more intoxicating.
"It feels amazing," you confessed, your breath growing heavy. "Almost too good."
Jungkook couldn't contain his excitement, but he maintained his self-control, knowing he had promised not to touch you.
"It's like you crave me, and only me."
His response was sincere and honest. "I do."
In your vivid imagination, Jungkook's lips ventured lower, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites along your neck. You felt the phantom touch, a mixture of pleasure and longing, as his mouth explored your sensitive flesh. Your fingers instinctively mimicked the sensation, lightly pinching your own skin, amplifying the erotic experience.
Lost in the intense scene playing out in your mind, you barely registered Jungkook's attempts to interject, his words falling on deaf ears. The echoes of your soft moans filled the room, and time seemed to stand still.
"[Y/N]," Jungkook softly called out, his voice laced with concern. "Maybe you should—"
"Please, just a moment longer," you interrupted, surprising Jungkook with your plea.
He complied with your request, his gaze fixed on you, captivated by your bewitching presence. You took a deep breath, fully immersing yourself in the elaborate fantasy. Your chest rose and fell with each passing second, the anticipation building.
With his lips still on your neck, Jungkook's desire grew, but he held back, honouring his promise not to touch you. His self-restraint added to the intensity of the moment, fuelling your own longing.
"Tell me what I'm doing now," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Your voice trembled with pleasure as you responded, "you're still kissing my neck, and it feels beyond amazing. Your tongue dances against my skin, leaving a trail of heat and need."
The sensation intensified, and your imagination conjured the image of Jungkook's exploration descending further down your body. The fantasy grew bolder, fuelled by the escalating desire within your mind.
"I think that might be enough," he said softly, interrupting your trance. "If this continues, I won't be able to control myself. I promised I wouldn't take advantage of you."
You opened your eyes, suddenly aware of the reality around you. Embarrassment flooded over you as you realised what had transpired.
"I'm so sorry," you stammered, blushing.
Jungkook reassured you, a hint of a smile on his face. "It's okay. I should have been more cautious."
You glanced down, realising your dishevelled state. "My dress! I need to fix it."
He quickly fetched his jacket, handing it to you. "Wear this. Maybe it's time for me to take you home."
You slipped into the oversized jacket, grateful for the cover. "Thank you for everything today, despite...what happened. And thank you for respecting my boundaries."
Jungkook grinned playfully. "No problem. I must admit, it was difficult not to give in to temptation. But you're different. That's the only reason I didn't."
You looked into his eyes, feeling a mixture of emotions. "Why am I different? What makes me special?"
He shrugged, his eyes fixed on you. "I don't know exactly. Maybe it's because I actually like you. And I can't risk hurting you...yet."
You contemplated his words, feeling a mix of confusion and intrigue. The moment lingered, suspended in silence, as you both tried to comprehend the complexities of your connection.