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“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” Jungkook mumbles when he sees you walk into the living room. “You're not going out dressed like that.”
“Wow, thanks for the confidence boost,” you spit the words out at your boyfriend. You know you look good, which is exactly what he has a problem with. You’re acting petty and it shows, but sometimes, you just can’t help it. So, you walk right past him towards the kitchen.
But, Jungkook stops you by grabbing you by the wrist and making you stop in place. “I didn't say you don't look perfect. That's the problem—the way you look in that makes me want to bend you over the first surface I find.”
Your insides tighten at his words and the implication of them, the mental image of him doing exactly that. Would it be nice? Sure. But, does he deserve that? “Well, thankfully, most people at the club will keep such opinions to themselves,” you grumble and shake his hand off. “Besides, do you even remember what our fight was about?”
Jungkook scoffs, leaning back into the sofa. Of course he does. He went out with a couple of friends who apparently had to talk him into going because he “so didn't feel like it.” Fast-forward to this morning when he stumbled into the apartment at 6 am, still drinking, the buttons of his flowery button-up shirt missing. Meaning that Jungkook was clubbing practically shirtless.
You left the comments for later when he got some sleep and sobered up, but Jungkook tried to convince you that Taehyung ripped his shirt later in the night. However, the stories the other man posted and then deleted proved otherwise. If you saw correctly, Jungkook was dancing on a table practically shirtless, random women around the table screaming and cheering him on.
“That's different,” he informs you while you're fixing yourself a drink in the kitchen, still fuming. “I went out fully dressed.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes it better,” you add spitefully before taking a big chug of the drink. “Maybe I should wear tights under this dress and come back home without them. That's better, right?”
Jungkook jumps up from the sofa and walks up to you. You step backward until your ass hits the counter and you have nowhere to go. That's when he takes that final step and places his hands on the counter on either side of your hips, effectively trapping you there.
“Nobody's putting their dirty paws under this dress,” he sneers, leaning in until your noses practically touch. Jungkook isn't a jealous guy—not usually—or at least he doesn't show it. He always wants to present himself as a serious guy who can and will take care of you, and throwing jealous hissy fits doesn't go well with this image. “You won't let them, baby.”
Suddenly, the mood shifts. It goes from frustration to sexual tension in a matter of seconds when he glares at you, eyes lingering on your mouth. No matter how angry you get with him, you can never deny the effect Jungkook has on you.
You add fuel to the fire by cocking an eyebrow up. “Nobody?”
“Nobody,” Jungkook confirms, one hand gliding up your thigh until it reaches your crotch, which it cups hard. “Only I get to touch.”
You want to tell him he's acting stupid because you're both faithful to each other and nobody is going to touch you, but the way Jungkook tongues his cheek makes your head spin. You grab his cock and smirk when you find him half-hard. “And who gets to touch this?”
In a matter of seconds, he gets you to sit up on the counter, both hands grabbing your panties, snapping them open. The material rips and makes a loud noise, which just turns you on more—you'll worry about the underwear later. “I'll show you now,” he grunts, pulling his sweatpants down to get his cock out. “Make you regret even asking.”
He enters you swiftly, a couple of shallow thrusts before he gives you all of his cock, hooking his arms under your bent knees to pull you in closer. You rarely get to see Jungkook angry, especially with you, and earlier he seemed to be feeling just that. Right now, it seems like the anger evaporated, got replaced with desire as his needy hips keep snapping into your pussy. You're wet without him even touching you, and Jungkook seems happy about it. “See? Even your cunt knows who it belongs to.”
“Belong, huh?” you manage to grunt. “That's a strong word.”
Jungkook laughs heartily, kicking his head back before he starts slamming his hips into you, hands gripping your legs so you don't slide away from him. “Oh, I'll show you strong.”