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wheneclipsefalls · 5 months ago

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heyy i love ur works sm, could u possibly write a fic like the one you wrote about Lo’ak in Unmoveable, but with Neteyam as the alpha and the reader as the bratty/dominant omega. (Preferably fem reader) Tysm!!

Pairing: Adult Alpha Neteyam x Olangi Princess Omega Reader

Summary: Princess or not, a spoiled brat like you needs to be put in her place. And since you have been given over to him now, Neteyam is more than ready to put that attitude in check.

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, explicit MDNI, aged up Neteyam, omegaverse, dom/sub dynamics. power imbalance, very talkative Neteyam, breast play, nipple clamps, anal, punishment, kidnapping/arranged marriage, swearing, etc.

A/N: Hi anon...you probably thought I was never going to fufill this request😆😅 Hopefully you are still online to see this

Adult Neteyam pic by Cinetrix

Unmovable for reference

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.” You reply simply, folding your legs upon where you are perched on a nearby boulder.

“Is that so?” One of Neteyam’s hairless brows curves upwards into an unusual expression as he places his hands on his hips. You shrug it off as morphed social skills he has picked up, a consequence of living with Sky People. You don’t let it ruffle your feathers.

“Yes. Soon you will have left and I will finally have some peace before my clan comes to get me.” You supply the information with a tilted chin and confidence oozing from every pore even as the towering alpha closes in on your space.

“Your clan has given you to me, princess.”

You refuse to meet the gaze that somehow manages to penetrate your defenses with a heated fire, contrary to his poised posture that emanates a relaxed grace.

“An oversight on their part.” Your fingers interlock together and place on your lap. If he wants to put on a tough bravado why shouldn’t you? “Once they come to realize their mistake they will come to retrieve me. Until then, I wait.”

However, waiting here may take more patience than you care to admit. The Olangi clan are known for their expertise as pa’li [direhorse] riders but even they may require a day or so to catch up to the point where Toruk Makto’s son has dragged you to. It's the furthest you have ever been from home. Consequently the first time you have seen the beautiful rolling grounds of the plains slowly transform into congested forest.

You can only see a portion of the sky with these interlocking trees in the way. It pushes in on you like the bars of your enclosure, yet another representation of how trapped you have become in Neteyam’s grip.

“I’m waiting too, paskalin [honey].” You shuffle slightly when he comes to sit beside you. The rich essence of his scent wraps around you in a vice-like grip. It has your inner omega running restless but you maintain a serene exterior. It wouldn’t be the first time an alpha has tried to rope you into submission with drifting pheromones. “In fact, we all are waiting.’ He gestures to the handful of Omatikaya warriors that have made the journey with him. They pretend to busy themselves with loading up pa’li that are already prepared. “Waiting for you to stop this tantrum of yours.”

“Tantrum?” The word feels foreign on your tongue.

“It means a child throwing a fit when they do not get their way.”

“I am not a child!” You seethe, lips peeling back to reveal your pointed fangs. “I am a princess and-”

“And I am a prince.” Neteyam shrugs, cutting you off. “Yet neither of those titles mean anything out here.”

You scoff, allowing your hair to act as a protective curtain from his searing attention. A prince. What a laughable thought. A true prince does not drag a female away from her home with bound wrists and promises of mating. He has no right to call himself such a thing.

Then again, your father calls himself Olo’eyktan yet he was the one that handed you over to the alpha. All for the promise of protection against the RDA. The Omatikaya could have asked for anything to seal the alliance between your two clans in battle but all that Neteyam had come to collect was you.

Your father’s decision, however, could be forgiven in your eyes. He was doing what he thought was best for the people. His greatest error was believing Neteyam would be a suitable mate for you, for thinking that any alpha would be a good match for you after all that you’ve expressed against such a union. You are a free spirit. Despite your presentation as an omega you were never meant to live in an alpha’s shadows.

“Look at me.” His voice is soft but firm. Another scoff of refusal is traveling up your throat but this time Neteyam doesn’t wait for you to follow his command. He captures your chin and forces you to turn and feel the weight of presence. It feels as if his alpha pheromones not only bleed into the space between you but also cinch around your throat like a claws. “I am your alpha now, your mate. That is the only title you should be focused on.”

Neteyam is a strange alpha, that you have come to quickly realize. Where other alphas often raise their voices in demand for respect and submission he delivers his commands in the form of smooth purrs traveling down your spine. He uses force when necessary but never done rashly or out of anger, simply a tool to get you back to where he deems you should be. Among the other males there is no passive aggressive commentary or puffing of chests to remind them of rank.

Instead he converses with them as old friends do. He leads the group in every sense of the word but it’s done with almost a playful hand as they laugh and make jokes with one another. And yet, after all of this backwards messaging, there is an air of dominance that laces his every move. He walks and talks with a relaxed expression as if he knows there is no need to prove himself. His supremacy is something that would not dare to be questioned.

And somehow that comes off as higher snobbery than any other foolish alpha you’ve seen wrestle for your hand.

“I don’t have an alpha. Nor will I ever.” With a tug your face is whipped from his hold. You manage to conceal the rush of heat to your cheeks by smoothly shifting your hair and facing away from him once more. “I suggest you accept that fact and stop wasting both of our time.”

Not a single bat of your eyes in his direction as you stare confidently ahead at the strange tree in front of you and wait to hear the party’s retreat. Instead your ears only catch the sound of a small sigh and shuffle before Neteyam is standing before you.

“Come now, princess. It’s been fun but we still have ground to cover.” He reaches his hand out to help you up but you only gamble casting a glance at it from your peripheral vision. As far as you are concerned, Neteyam does not exist in your world. And so you treat him as such.

“Neteyam!” A voice bellows across the distance. “We are losing daylight, brother. Are we set to travel?”

Neteyam doesn’t hesitate to send the other male a small smile before saying, “She is coming along now.”

“No I am not.” Your instant response is tainted with a gasp of offense. How dare he speak for you! “I am not moving from this rock until my clan comes to get me.” You insist, slapping his hand away.

Neteyam remains unperturbed, simply giving a shrug before murmuring, “Have it your way then.”

You aren’t afforded a second for a sense of victory to settle in before the prince is tossing you over his shoulder. Strongs arms wrap around the back of your thighs to keep you pinned there and decrease the range of motion for kicking. It doesn’t stop the gasp of outrage and pure spite that emanates from you. Limbs swinging in every which direction to deliver damage, you quickly resent the way his strength greatly overpowers your own.

“I am not some fresh kill for you to carry home. Set me down right this instant!”

“I gave you the chance to walk over with dignity, princess. What else am I supposed to do?” He tries to retort but you can detect the grin in his voice. Even more humiliating, from your upside down position you are still able to spot the other males squirming to not laugh at your compromising position.

“You are a mongrel of a man!”

The scratchy venom of your tone is morphed into a surprised squeak when you are let back onto your feet. Regardless, you remain trapped in Neteyam’s arms as you are wedged between him and a pa’li.

“Don’t waste your energy, tiyawn [love]. It will be at least a few more days before we reach Omatikaya soil.”

They are surrounding you from every side. The five other males may wear amused expressions and appear to be enraptured in conversations with one another but you are no fool. These men are under Neteyam’s jurisdiction. At the first sign of trouble they will be snapping into action. Running now will only get you dragged back and fighting against Neteyam’s hold may get you flung into a humiliating position again.

“At least let me have my own pa’li. I know how to ride.”

Neteyam's chest heaves with the responding laugh that awakens within him. White pearly teeth on display, his amusement rises higher. Several of the others try and fail to not join in. It heightens your blood pressure until your face is hot to the touch.

“That’s a very good try, princess.” He beams, patting your hip.

Neteyam unfortunately is not the fool you hope for him to be. Nor the arrogant alpha that would make the mistake of believing himself capable of catching you once you’ve set off on a pa’li. You’ve been riding since you were barely able to walk. The Omatikaya may understand the concept, but they hold not near the same precision and skill that your years of training have granted you.

It’s a fact he seems acutely aware of because he doesn’t let you saddle up first. All it would take is a few seconds for you to make the bond and leave them in the dust. Instead, he hands you off to another male as he settles himself upon the creature and only after he has made the bond himself does he have you lifted to sit in front of him.

By the time you settle around a fire for dinner and begin setting up camp, you can feel your eye on the verge of twitching. This journey has been nothing but painful and slow. So exceedingly slow. Although every step is one step further from your home that doesn’t erase the annoyance you feel at their painstaking pace. The only thing that stops you from snapping at them to hurry up is the hope that this extra time will help you come up with some sort of escape plan.

It’s clear that your father’s remorse is far too sluggish for you to solely rely on at this rate, so it seems it is once again up to you to meet them halfway.

However hatching up plans is exceedingly difficult when you have an alpha sculpted against your back, his essence clouding your mind and his eyes constantly peeking down at you as if he knows every thought swirling in your head. Try as you might, there is no reasonable way to veer away from his touch while riding the pa’li, at least not one that keeps you from developing excruciating back pain.

Trying to set your inner turmoil aside, you focus on using this time away from the Omatikaya prince to properly set your head right. However, it seems Neteyam has different plans as he settles to lounge by the fire. He thanks one of the other males for a drink he is handed before his attention lands on you.

“Come sit, princess.” He pats the spot beside him. There may be a warm smile to accompany his words but you know that it is nothing short of a command. The steely undertone of an alpha’s call reverberates in his tone.

It locks your spine into a ramrod straight position and your tail already tries to tuck itself the longer you wait to obey. It’s irrelevant, however. You’ve become quite adept at pushing down your omega instincts in favor of following your own logic instead.

With a smooth stroll and a feigned innocence to your smile, you maintain eye contact while making a show of sitting next to a different male across the fire. He’s a beta and your proximity immediately has him twitching.

Neteyam’s golden eyes take on a darker hue, but he remains where he is. You’ve challenged his authority, in front of his men no less, but somehow you escape the night unscathed from his rath. Or so you think.

It’s hard to say whether these sleeping arrangements are usual for the Omatikaya or rather just a setup meant for traveling. Either way, it is the most bizarre thing to sleep in a roll of fabric high up in the trees. Netyam claims it’s safer to stay off the ground during eclipse in the forest. A silly point truly when it’s just as dangerous, if not more likely, to turn over in your sleep and fall to your death.

Climbing up to the hammock is all the more painful and terrifying than riding with Neteyam. He patiently trails behind, waiting and giving unwanted direction for your climb until you have finally cocooned yourself in the fabric. Still trembling but refusing to voice any complaints that could be mocked, you take a moment to catch your breath.

That moment is exceedingly short.

The hammock suddenly swings and you look up to find the prince lowering himself down carefully from a branch above.

“No no, absolutely not. This is my bed. Get out.” He chuckles as you try to push and swat at his muscular thighs but it’s no use when he is settled in the fabric a few seconds later.

“Technically it is our bed.”

“Then I will take my chances on the ground.” Your stomach somersaults at the thought of enduring the climb down.

Comment ignored, Neteyam coaxes you to lay down before slipping himself behind you. You’re tempted to kick when he wraps an arm around your waist but the hammock is still swinging to a point of nausea. Best not to make it any worse.

“You’re trembling, omega.” It’s murmured against the shell of your ear. There is no need to look down in order to confirm his assertion. How do the Omatikaya sleep peacefully up in the trees like this? You’ve never considered yourself to have a fear of heights but today has you questioning that assurance all together.

“You look like you need someone to calm you down.” The palm of his right hand runs up and down the length of your arm, as if the transferring heat there would diminish your shivering.

“What I need is a break from your pestering.”

“I already gave you one.” His tale tickles at the back of your knee just as his accented voice deepens. “A break that I have still not received a thank you for.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath waiting, my prince.” You sneer. It wasn’t his decision to have you sit away from him during dinner. It was entirely your own and he is not about to receive acknowledgment as if he had any control over what you do.

“I hope you know what you’re playing at, princess.”

Those are the last words he speaks of the night and consequently the same ones that leave you restless and twitching. Sleeping like this is impossible. When you’re not worried about falling to your death you become acutely aware of every point of contact between you and Neteyam. His toned chest is like a bustling fire against your back. His tail at some point wraps around knee as if it belongs there. Even his silky ebony braids tickle at your neck, almost as bad as where his face tucks itself behind your ear.

There is no forgetting who lays behind you. Sleep seems to never come because you are constantly trying to calm your raging heart and control the pheromones that threaten to slip into the air. That would wake him up far too easily.

His breath is heavy, heartbeat consistent and strong from where it pounds against your back. You’ve been sure for a while now that he is fast asleep. Now is the time to make your move, but frozen you remain. Eventually you look down to find that your fingers have begun tracing the veins of his forearm as an anxious tick.

Thank Eywa he seems to not wake up from the touch. Or perhaps it is the smooth caress that has coaxed him further into sleep. Either way, you hold very little hope of not only climbing down the trees without splitting your pretty head open but also doing so unnoticed.

Sleep comes and goes along with the hours until waiting has wound you taunt. It is only a matter of time before the sun rises again and you’ve lost the window of opportunity. So with sweaty hands and a heart threatening to come up your throat, you cautiously slide yourself out from his hold.

By some miracle it turns out that Neteyam is the deepest sleeper you have ever met, because even as the hammock sways from your climbing out, he simply lets out a sigh and turns his head further into the fabric.

Scaling down the tree is a test in vigilance and patience. Every smooth breath you force yourself to take is a practice in these arts. Stubbornly you refuse to look down, knowing it will only bring forth nerve ridden mistakes. So with the pace of a snail you inch further and further down the trunk.

You just need to make it to a pa’li.

That’s it.

So close. So very close, you tell yourself, even as you know it’s a lie.

“What are you doing?”

Your breath catches in your throat, thighs tensing as you remember to still keep hold. Your muscles relax slightly, however, when you notice that the voice holds an Omatikaya accent but it is not Neteyam’s. The beta from dinner sits up in his hammock, eyes squinting at you through the darkness. Say the wrong thing and he is bound to sound the alarm.

“You should not be out of bed.” He sighs.

“I must relieve myself.” Biting your bottom lip you steer your features into confident defiance. “Or am I not allowed to do that too?”

The beta lets out a sigh and a curse you do not recognize. It must be part of the Sky People’s weird language.

“Alright, I will assist you just wait for a moment.”

“I don’t require an audience.”

“But you do require supervision.”

It’s difficult to argue when you remain clinging to a tree for dear life. So when the beta helps you make it down the tree foothold by foothold, there is nothing left in you to protest. Instead, you simply shift gears.

“Be quick.” The male says, gesturing to a secluded spot behind thick bushes.

“It takes as long as it takes.” Head held high, you walk past him and into the bushes. Luckily the sounds of nocturnal creatures are loud enough to excuse why you are so silent in the bushes. Furthermore, it’s clear that male has at least some respect for your privacy as a woman when he doesn’t question again what takes you so long.

Those advantages aside, running now would still do you no good. He has steered the two of you further away from the pa’li and running on foot will only get you lost in this entanglement of greenery. And with a beta, one native to the area nonetheless, there is no chance of getting far.

Lucky for you, there is always one sure fire way to disable a man without violence.

“What did you say your name is again?”

The beta straightens when you walk past him.

“Um, I didn’t.” He picks up into a jog to catch up with your sudden retreat. Not a foot of space is granted between you two. He has grown suspicious.

Shifting your long glossy hair over one shoulder, you look over at him with a subtle pout. “Well I don’t see how that’s fair. You know my name but I don’t know yours.”

The beta doesn’t immediately melt at your softened composure like most males at home do. Rather he seems to clear his throat in discomfort before muttering out, “Ke’ve”

“Hm, Ke’ve.” You repeat back, as if savoring the taste of his name on your tongue. He’s nervous. No doubt, devoted to keeping his distance from the prince’s intended. There are ways to relax him, however. “Well Ke’ve, not every male is noble enough to lend his help in the middle of the night. You must know your presence has brought me great comfort out here.”

His eyes scrunch but he doesn’t respond, perhaps unsure of what response would be safe.

“You see,” With a sigh, you come to a halt. “I’m not very accustomed to feeling vulnerable. We are so far from home in a place I have never been but I still do not enjoy being seen as weak. So I wouldn’t admit this to anyone else but I feel as if I can trust you when I say,” You pause for dramatic effect and will tears to your eyes. “I’m scared.”

Were it an alpha, the essence of your fear would be enough to swoop you into their arms and make an oath of protection. Ke’ve on the other hand is a beta, so his response is more subtle. Yet just as promising when his expression falters and he looks on the verge of sighing again.

“You are safe with us.” And as sure as the sun rises in the morning, so does that inevitable flash of concern spring forth.

“I do feel safer with you.” Just a gentle brush of your fingers against his elbow. So subtle in wake of your shining vulnerability that he doesn’t shrug it off. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

A few stray pieces of hair fall over your cheek to frame your depiction of soft spoken innocence. You are perfectly poised like a flower ready to be picked, a delicate beauty that deserves to be protected at all costs. The same disposition that has had beta men falling at your feet time and time again.

They are always enchanted by your demeanor. So much so that when the Olo’ekytan’s daughter suddenly spins the table so she is straddling their waist and taking control, they can’t help but hand the reins over.

“Yes well you…you don’t need to worry.” Ke’ve’s eyes don’t hold the same snare that Neteyam’s do but you can already imagine how pretty they will look rolling to the back of his head when you have his cock in your mouth. Pleasure has a way of rendering a man defenseless, therefore giving you the perfect opportunity to carry out your plans.

With the stealth and precision of a predator stalking its prey you snake your hand up his bicep and over one broad shoulder. Consequently it has your own face inching closer to his wrist where you sensually let his pulse point rub over your throat. It will leave the trace of his scent there, igniting a primal side of him that can be molded perfectly into your designs. “How can I repay you?” You ask, batting your lashes up at him as you begin the slow descent to your knees.

But they never hit the ground.

Sharp pain erupts along your scalp as a hand abruptly grabs a chunk of your hair at the roots. That hold is used to veer you back onto your feet and fall back against a warm chest. “I can think of a few ways.”

Your carefully crafted composure shatters into a hiss as you try to recover from both the shock of being caught and the unforgiving grip Neteyam has in your hair. Even more so, the tingling sensation that brutal hold sends down your spine.

“Ow! Let go!”

“Tell the others I will be having a little talk with my omega.” Neteyam commands, ignoring your useless struggling. “You are dismissed, Ke’ve.” The beta doesn’t need to be told twice, already scurrying to get away.

“Now let’s get you sorted out.” Still keeping his hand tangled where you try to dislodge it, Neteyam drags you further into the mysterious forest. You note that the distance, however, is not quite far enough to completely conceal your whining from the others.

Feet stumbling once that hold is released, you find yourself unceremoniously deposited onto a large boulder. You can spot the cliff’s edge where it drops down into a waterfall and beyond is the rolling landscape of Pandora’s forest. The glimmer of eclipse is slowly shifting into the first ray of sunshine to cast over the horizon.

“You just had to prove me right, tiyawn.” Neteyam tutts, squatting onto his haunches so that he is at your level.

It takes considerable effort to get your brain back online and position yourself into a pose more flattering and fit for a princess. No male has ever handled you so roughly. They wouldn’t dare. But the sting of Neteyam’s tug on your scalp leaves a strange ache behind that has your mind reeling. Trying to put your confident mask back on, you fuss with your hair to get every strand back into place.

“And you just had to act like a barbarian.”

“Did you really believe it was that easy to sneak away from me?”

Your throat runs dry when you meet his eyes. This wasn’t a near successful escape, it was planned. One look at his face and it’s clear that he knew exactly when you left and exactly who was assigned to deter you.

“Can’t a woman pee in peace?” You fumble out, making your last attempt at defending your story.

“I suppose not when it ends in you practically nuzzling at another man's tewng [loincloth] like a little slut.”

Your jaw drops before you can stop it. Eyes ablaze and tail pointed on alert, you are tempted to throw caution to the wind and slap the alpha’s pretty face. No male, in fact no Na’vi, has ever used such a vulgar term to depict you. You’ve had your share of fun among the betas in your clan, but that makes you no less glittering of a gem. And certainly not a slut.

“No man of honor would even think of using such a term, let alone directing it at me.” When you rise up to your full height, Neteyam stands in suit. “Is this why you asked for my hand? Any normal prince, especially the son of Toruk Makto, should have half the women in the clan begging to mate with him. But maybe even they could not see past your arrogant disrespectful bravado, so you had to travel to another clan entirely to find an unknowing prospect.”

“Is that your theory?” Tone deceptively calm, the deep drag of his voice washes over you like silk.

“You may think that you’ve conquered and can now return home with a pep in your step but no matter what you do, there will always be one truth that will haunt you.”

You gulp down the lump in your throat when one of his long strides closes the distance between you. Regardless, you refuse to retreat.

“And what truth is that, princess?”

Your wild eyes shoot to pierce through him.

“That you chose wrong.” You let that statement hang in the air for a beat, hoping it will press down on him in the silence. However it is disappointment that lays a hold on you when his unreadable expression remains in place.

“Is that so?”

He’s close enough to nearly feel the beat of his heart.

“It may be your experience that omegas in your presence bow in submission and shudder beneath that charming grin, but I am not one of them. I am not subject to swooning for or baring my neck to any alpha. I am too independent for your tastes.”

His chest vibrates with a deep chuckle, one that ironically holds no jovial warmth to it. Instead, paired with the sinful curve of his lips, it wraps thick tendrils around you that act as the calm before the storm.

“You’re not independent, princess. You’re a spoiled brat.”

He’s undeterred by your scoff or bat of your hands when he forcefully grasps your chin between two fingers.

“When my father finds out what kind of man you-”

“Your father has done you a great disservice.” Two steps forward and Neteyam has successfully backed you up against the cool stone. “He has given you everything you’ve asked for, let you go entirely unchecked. We can place part of the blame on him for turning you into a spoiled little thing that thinks it only takes a bat of her lashes to get what she wants.”

When your lips part to sneer a nasty comment at him, Neteyam swiftly presses his thumb over them.

“It’s because of this spoiled attitude that you have not properly learned the pleasure of submitting to your nature.” He’s not trying to hide the shadow of his scent over you now, it circles you into a clouded dome. Leaning his head down, his lips just barely whisper against your own that are still trapped beneath his thumb. “You don’t understand the ecstasy of being tamed.”

A warmth pools at the pit of your stomach. You recognize that feeling and what it means. Putting your desire to win this argument aside, it’s clear that now is the time to bow out before this escalates too far.

“Get off.” At first it’s just a whisper. Then when Neteyam’s body remains curled over yours, rock hard and unmoving, your voice rises. “I said get off! You egotistical pervert!” Your cries don’t stop and neither does the useless rain of your fists against his chest.

But then he is snatching your wrists and hooking a hand beneath your thigh to slide you up onto the rock. The stone is cold against your exposed back and ass, your tail becoming trapped beneath your own weight. Neteyam crushes all hope of sitting back up when he cages your smaller form with his own bulking frame.

“Always have to make it difficult, don’t you, tiyawn?”

You fight the urge to squeeze the muscles beneath your captured hands when they land on his chest to push him away.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult if you just got off of my ass for once.”

“Oh but princess that is exactly where I want to be.” That devilish grin is accented by a ray of sunlight painting his features.

Without an inch of personal space it becomes aggravatingly obvious how gorgeous the man above you is. Neteyam is the perfect contrast of broad shoulders and a slim waist shown off by his beautiful woven battle band. His immaculate braids swing down across his cheeks and collarbones to frame his intense eyes, sharp jawline, and lips that were simply made to do sinful things.

Your reflection is cut short when a band begins to wrap around your wrists. Squirm as you might, Neteyam holds no sympathy for your protests as he expertly ties the appendages together. Empty threats. Cries for help. None of them make an ounce of difference.

“Scream as much as you want if you’re that eager to give the others a show.”

That shuts you up in an instant. It confirms your earlier observation of proximity and immediately has you playing back the conversation to guess how much of it that other males have already heard.

“You’re a monster.”

“Hm, and all yours, princess.” A wicked grin across his lips, Neteyam secures your bound wrists to a low branch over the rock. You’re left stretched out and trapped laying across the boulder beneath him.

That cocky expression blanches its color once he draws his nose along your neck. The exact spot you had tricked Ke’ve to scent you. Your heart hammers on its own accord when Neteyam’s wicked smile drops. Mere seconds ago nothing had seemed more appealing than ripping apart the alpha with the lash of your tongue, but now something in you warns to stay still. To stay quiet.

“I was going to wait until we reached Vitraya Ramunong [tree of souls], in light of tradition.” His breath is hot against your neck, a heat that travels like lava down to your very core. “But it seems my little brat can’t wait that long.”

His teeth sink in without warning. It takes a moment for the shock to fizzle out and allow you to feel the pain. Neteyam’s teeth bite and capture the soft flesh there without mercy before his lips suck a dark spot directly over where Ke’ve’s scent used to be.

Your spine arches, hips already bucking without your consent. The only response to your screams and squirming is Neteyam’s own hips pressing you back against the stone. He is ravenous. Biting, sucking, and licking at that one spot until the area has become desensitized to his ministrations.

Your body has spiked from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. Your head reels with the whiplash of having the male reprimand you one moment and the next sinking his teeth into a mark terrifyingly close to your mating gland.

“Better.” Neteyam finally murmurs against your neck. He seals the mark with a deceptively tender kiss as you are left short circuiting. Your instincts flare, that primal part of your nature climbing out from under the rock you’ve kept it trapped beneath.

“Are…are you insane? Biting that close-”

“I won’t mark you there tonight, tiyawn. Want to be able to feel you through the bond when that happens.” A curved knuckle runs down your kuru, making your toes curl. “Once we are under the spirit tree together. There are still some traditions I’d like to keep.” He says with a grin that you could almost associate with a charming gentleman, not the same male that just savagely ravaged your throat like a predator of the night.

“But we will need to find a way to get you to behave until then.” You can’t mirror the ease he feels as he speaks. It becomes clear now how dire your circumstances are. You had thought Neteyam wouldn’t dare to put a hand on you without permission but now he has proven to be more than willing to not only touch but leave marks behind. There is no telling where he draws the line.

And you’re scared, just as you should be, but there is something else far more terrifying that plumps into your bloodstream. A dangerous intrigue that borders excitement.

“How do you suggest we do that, princess?”

No matter how hard you try, no humble response willingly bubbles to your lips. Neteyam is still an asshole, gorgeous or not. Alluring or not. No matter how tempting he may be, that doesn’t mean it’s worth exploring the mysterious punishment he has up his sleeve. And you…well you’re still pissed.

“My behavior is nothing in comparison to yours. You-”

A hand comes down on the side of your ass hard enough to have you choking on those words.

“You hit me!” Neteyam simply tilts his head at your accusation.

“Good observation, tiyawn.” Not a hint of apology present. This man is not remorseful, he is proud. “If you keep running your mouth like that I will be forced to do it again. Knowing you, it won’t take long for me to tan that ass red.”

Your father never spanked you as a child. It would break his heart to see his little girl cry the tears it would inevitably provoke. And with your dating experience exclusively being betas, no man has ever tried to right that wrong. Thinking of riding on a pa’li with a red ass now has fear jumbling threats past your lips haphazardly.

“I swear on my-”

His right hand clamps over your mouth. The pressure is hard enough to have you whining beneath his skin.

“That’s enough from you for now.”

There is nothing left for you to do but watch. Body rendered immobile and now your last weapon at your disposal silenced, you are at the utter mercy of the prince. A mercy that does not appear to be afforded any time soon as his other hand trails down to start undoing the knots of your top.

It shouldn’t be as scary as it is, watching string be string get unlooped as your crystal top begins to fall slack. However, this particular intimacy is one you are not accustomed to.

It had started out as just a silly game you had played when you first started dating. Men were often foaming at the mouth to get a proper glimpse of your subtle breasts. It had been an immediate source of amusement as you’d seen how far they were willing to go for only a chance. And even more rewarding when you noticed how easy it was to never follow through with satisfying this desire.

So it continued. It became somewhat common knowledge among your lovers, and any future interested prospects that you keep that part of yourself private. However, you hadn’t meant for it to go on as long as it did. Eventually you would cave to a worthy beta and watch him go feral, but that was before you discovered simply how sensitive your nipples are. It only took a few times of playing with yourself, brought on by your interest in nipple piercings, for you to see how vulnerable that area of you is.

And now it is ironically Neteyam that uncovers that part of you.

He can sense the shift of your scent the moment it happens. With every tug on the feeble strings your essence takes on a darker hue. Pleasure and pain. Arousal and fear. These combinations are ones you have not been properly exposed to. Perhaps were it not for him, you would never have been humble enough to try them.

The last undone tie allows the strung crystals to slide over the curve of your chest before dropping to the floor. What pretty little things you adorn yourself with, yet they do very little to protect you. Because it’s clear to him that in your eyes, protection is never needed. You can not fathom how much you have truly gotten away with.

Prancing around in your little outfits. Torturing men with what they want but can’t truly possess. Expecting the world to shift whatever way you desire with the wave of your hand. It’s laughable how you never imagined to face the consequences of such actions.

You’re a haughty little thing just waiting to be put in your place.

“My brat.” Neteyam smirks, leaning down to place a kiss at the slope between your breasts. Goosebumps ripple over your beautiful azure skin. It’s a visceral reaction to the smallest of his touches and it drives him near insanity. How perfect this pretty body of yours will be as a canvas for his marks. A vessel for his heir.

Fuck, you are beautiful.

Perhaps he can’t entirely blame you for being so arrogant. Your beauty is enough to hold a man captive with just a simple glance. And you’ve taken advantage of that far too many times.

He allows himself to fall captive to it now. Unlike the others, he won’t need to starve after you once you’ve decided you’re done playing with him like a toy. No, you will be bound to him. You will belong to him completely.

“So pretty.” He coos, his lips just barely painting over your right breast. When his bottom lip hover over your nipple he watches in awe as it hardens. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

You’ve gone silent, but he can feel the stutter of your breath beneath his hand. It would be unfair to neglect the other side, so Neteyam takes his time showing your left breast the same gentle attention that has your other nipple following in suit. He’s heard of your reluctance to reveal such pretty breasts to your lovers, but he never imagined it would be due to such sensitivity.

It’s like watching a flower bloom for him. The way you squirm and whine at even the drag of his eyes over your delectable form. Neteyam lets his hand slip from your mouth, no longer willing to explore only with his lips.

His fingertips start a trail down by your navel and ascend up over your stomach and towards your chest at a slow pace. When he finally reaches to gently palm at your right breasts he feels your heartbeat pounding like a drum under his fingers. So many nights he has dreamed of touching you like this, rendering you utterly speechless before he has even started. Now as your lips part and breath becomes labored from his simple touches, there is no sight more delightful.

You are perfect. You have an attitude that is in major need of fixing but even that is simply a beautiful challenge Eywa has created for him. The way you fit in his hands, gently massaging that supple flesh, it’s clear She crafted your body specifically for him too.

The sun has finally breached the line of the horizon and now it sparkles along your chest in a dazzling show. The white crystals woven in your hair remind him of the halos worn by the angels his father has described.

He applies more pressure with his right hand until the plump flesh is spilling between his fingers, giving him the perfect presentation for his salivating mouth. What starts out as an open mouthed kiss a few inches above your nipple quickly turns into sucking that flesh into his mouth until you are writhing. He groans at the sounds you make and when he pulls back to see the purple mark rising along your skin, the sight is enough to have him on the brink of purring in elation.

Neteyam bends forward and starts crafting his brand on the other side so they are a matching set. This time he takes care in placing it further below your left nipple, at the crease where your stomach meets your chest. It will be difficult for you to find a top able to cover up this claim wrought by his teeth, a purposeful decision on his part.

“Tey…mmm… teyam wait!”

He grins at the cute nickname you’ve already coined for him, but that only buys you a few seconds before he is finally puckering his lips around one of your stiff points. The reaction is instantaneous, spine curving and a screech barreling up your throat. He doesn’t start off sucking too hard, instead just enjoys the way you feel in his mouth. Eventually, though, the whines you make are too decadent for him to resist making them ring louder. So he sucks harder at the little point and groans around the sensitive area so that it has vibrations shooting through you.

“Finally being so good to me, tiyawn, aren’t you?” He says, taking a moment to release your nipple with an audible pop. “Laying yourself out for me to enjoy. I knew you could be a good girl.”

You haven’t come to earn this praise yet, but it’s important to leave an alluring snippet that exhibits what could come if you only behave. As much as you may want to fight it, your nature won’t let you escape how good such praise feels. You are a stubborn woman but your body wants to submit to him. There is a part of you, no matter how deep you’ve buried it, that yearns to please your alpha.

He snaps you back into the moment by softly closing his teeth around your left nipple. It takes a hand against your stomach to stop you from rolling onto your side and away from his soft torment.

“It’s too sensitive! Stop!” Your pouted lips beg but your strengthening perfume gives your arousal away. Just as he figured, you’ve yet to experience how beautifully pleasure and pain intertwine. He rolls that bud sensually between his teeth before carefully giving it a tug.

He alternates between tormenting your nipples and savoring the plush curve of your breasts with his hands and mouth. The skin is soft beneath his calloused palms. It has him wondering how it would feel to have that velvety skin squished around his cock and as he fucks your breasts. Neteyam swallows back the pooling saliva on his tongue, a string of it still connecting his lips to where he laid his last mark on your tits. It’s almost tempting enough to forgo his plans altogether and sate his lust driven curiosity, but Neteyam shakes it away.

The two of you will have plenty of time to experiment later.

“Teyam, please no more. It’s too much!” Your pleas have died down in volume. Now they are coated with your labored breath as you try to control the pounding of your heart.

“Too much, princess?” He questions and guides his hand down south to rest over your loincloth. “Or not enough?” When he cups your pussy through the fabric you roll up against him and chase whatever friction he is willing to give.

It’s not nearly enough, he can tell from your disappointed expression when he pulls away entirely. Pupils blown wide and chest heaving to catch your breath, you remain silent as he reaches for the pouch attached to his tewng.

Neteyam pulls out a line of woven crystals, much like the ones you wear in your hair but these were foraged from the caves near his home. There are fastens on either end of the chain that took far too much time for him to craft.

“Is that for me?” Naturally you ask, that pretty face already showing how quick you are to forget what he was doing to you mere seconds ago once a shiny gift is presented. Neteyam fights the curve of his lips and keeps his every from rolling. Always so predictable.

“Just for you, princess.”

He had crafted it after his last visit to your village. Far before the Olangi clan thought the threat of Sky People was great enough to require protection but him and his father had been there to spread the news regardless. He knew before you even spoke that you thought the world was at your feet. Even the way you walked, spoke of a spoiled elegance. And when he had tried to sate his curiosity towards you with a conversation you were nothing but rude and spiteful towards him.

He knew then that you were going to be his, one or another.

And so he started foraging for the crystals that first night back.

“So pretty,” you murmur, voice airy. Those golden eyes narrow as you squint to look at it. Despite your current position and already wrecked voice, a sneaky little smirk forms over your lips. “But you miscounted. My hair is much longer than that.”

He lets you have your moment, watches as you grin up at him as if you have finally landed a critical blow. All for that to sizzle out when he bends down to whisper in your ear.

“Who said anything about your hair?”

The confused scrunch of your features doesn’t last long when he begins running the cool metal of the clamps up and down your right nipple. Nipple clamps are not a traditional erotic tool for the Na’vi so he’s certain you don’t believe your first instinct as to where that is going until he starts to pinch the right one to prepare it.

“Neteyam, no! Get that away-” He clasps his other hand over your mouth again. Always the demands with you. Sooner than later you will learn that begging gets you a lot further with him. It’s a little trickier to prepare with only one hand available but Neteyam manages.

The alpha plants a knee across your pelvis to keep you place while his right hand tugs at your nipples to confirm they are pointed enough to clamp onto. When the first clamp goes on your right nipple, your screeching goes up an octave. You know what to expect better when the left one is attached but that doesn’t diminish your reaction.

Lovely little drama queen you are, the fit that follows is inevitable. He’s tested the clamps and consulted with several Sky People before deciding to use them on you so he knows there isn’t any real damage being done. Still, you are going to squirm and screech and, were it not for his hand, probably shout every insult you can think of at him, because you have never been punished like this. And your tantrums are what has worked for you in the past.

He lets you fight it out as he holds you down. Neteyam doesn’t mind as it gives him time to admire his handy work. The chain of crystal connecting the clamps hang exquisitely between your curves. Those stiff points have turned a new shade of purple as they peek out between the clamp’s teeth.

“Enough.” Neteyam finally quips back, tugging at the chain. A mix between a moan and groan rumbles from your throat. Once his hand has retreated he can hear the sound properly. Keeping his pointer finger curled around the crystal chain, the prince raises a warning brow at you. “Are you done throwing your fit?”

He watches your pupils dilate and lips curl into a pout.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like my gift?”

“It hurts.” You whimper with a quivering bottom lip. It’s difficult to say how genuine the reaction is considering what a good little actress you are.

He nods his head, mocking your pout with a feigned one upon his own lips. That only whips your stare into pointed daggers.

“It’s supposed to, tiyawn. That’s why it is called punishment.” He kisses right above your left clamped nipple. “A term you may become very familiar with if you don’t fix your attitude.”

Pulling back from where you glare, Neteyam settles himself beside you on his side. His left arm props against the rock to casually support his head while the right drags down your torso. The alpha’s ears perks at the little hiss you release when he just barely brushes the chain but he continues down south.

Another time when the moon is still out he will kiss every little tanhi that dots your precious body until you cry for more. For now, he is only focused on one location.

Neteyam can sense the heat of your core the second his fingertips slip beneath your loincloth’s waistband. You are soft and wet, just like he had imagined so many times. Flared nostrils greedily inhale your scent as he pauses to cup your entire pussy. Much like before, you can’t help but react to his touch. With a little more pressure in his firm hold, a trickle of wetness drops onto his palm.

Fuck, you are inescapable!

You may believe he is to blame for this arrangement but the truth is you are the one that has trapped him since the moment he caught a whiff of your essence. It is him that has been utterly destroyed by his constant thoughts of you.

“But I know that isn’t all there is to it, is there?” He continues, softly kissing your shoulder. “It’s not just pain you feel. There’s something else.”

Your poor bottom lip has been utterly abused by your sharp teeth. Whatever sacrifice it takes for you to keep from admitting the truth to him. He discards your tewng with one hand.

“A unique sense of-” He spreads your folds to suddenly massage your peeking clit with his pointer finger, stealing a gasp from you. “Pleasure.” Neteyam finishes with a grin.

You turn to putty in his hands. The tension riddled along your muscles unravel as he rubs circles along your clit with just the right amount of pressure. When he clasps the chain between his teeth and tugs your eyes fly open, taking in your surroundings as if the pleasure has made you forget where you are entirely.

“Can’t space out on me yet, princess. We still have more to discuss.”

Talking appears to be the last thing on your mind, hips already rolling to hump against his hand. So close to the edge already that it causes a burst of pride to warm in his chest. Warm thighs bracket his hand as if afraid it will pull away at any moment. Smiling softly at the display, Neteyam smoothly covers your upper body with his own, nose to nose in a matter of seconds.

There is nowhere for you to hide now, every microreaction bared for him. Those vibrant eyes remain locked on his own, but he catches the way they occasionally dart to his lips before returning.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Your lips against his are like decadent chocolate, the swirl of his tongue around your own is another burst of flavor he simply can not get enough of. And so the prince swirls the kiss into a languid roll of passion that leaves your lips ruby red and breaths coming out in puffs once he pulls away.

His hand is drenched in your juices. So much so that when he switches to his thumb rubbing your clit and pointer finger tapping at your entrance, those soaking walls capture him at the first sign of intrusion. Your tight heat sucks in the first digit, pulsing around him greedily as your eyes roll back.

Another tug to the chain and he has your attention again.

“Let’s start with an easy question, tiyawn.” He starts. “What were you going to do to Ke’ve?”

Smart little thing that you are, or perhaps manipulative is a more accurate term, you act as if the pleasure has completely swept you away from understanding him. Beautiful little whimpers rumble in your throat and a look of pure lust crosses over your deceivingly innocent features.

Neteyam isn’t willing to wait to see how you act your way out of this.

His finger stops curling and thumb halts before his other hand pushes your thigh upward so that he can land a crackling spank to your ass.

“Princess,” Neteyam drawls out in a mocking sing-song voice. “I’m running out of patience.”

The charade drops but your body trembles from the sudden lack of stimulation.

“I was going to distract him.” It’s spoken so softly that his ears twitch and strain to make sure he hears you correctly. The finger inside of you restarts, curling up against your g spot while his thumb torments that bundle of nerves from the other side.

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” He slots his face against the slope of your throat. The fragrance that is so uniquely you is especially strong here so there is no stopping the way his tongue naturally flicks out to draw a wet line from your collarbones to jaw. “Let me be more specific. How were you going to distract him?”

The context clues were clearly enough to put two and two together, but he still demands that you say it out loud. The first step to developing remorse is acknowledging what was done.

When you take your time thinking up a strategic answer he cruelly pulls his finger out and jams a second one back with it on the thrust. Your toes curl and your face is turned to bury in your hair.

“Princess.”

No response, just a small whine as he scissor his long digits to stretch those velvet walls.

“Were you going to suck his cock?”

Your silence is rewarded with his hand stilling. The disappointment has your lips parting to no doubt say something far outside of a good girl’s vocabulary, but one raised brow has you falter in that decision.

He twirls the middle of the chain around one finger so it is shortened and with each word he tugs it back sharply.

“Were. You. Going. To. Suck. His. Cock.”

“Ah mm Yes!” You gasp, eyes squeezed shut but pussy wildly pulsing around his fingers.

“That’s what I thought.” He revels in the naive relief you exhibit when he begins his ministrations between your thighs again. How cute of you to think that a little truth would forgive your earlier sins.

Neteyam prowls down your body, savoring the slide of your skin against his own until he is settled between your thighs that are now pushed over his shoulders and he has an unobstructed view of your greedy cunt. While diligently pushing you closer to an orgasm, the alpha takes special care to decide where his next visual claim will be laid. He decides on two spots.

The first one is atop your upper thigh where it will be in clear view of anyone you come across and the second is harshly sucked into the sensitive flesh of your left inner thigh.

“You will never walk upon Omatikay soil without my marks.”

You don’t appear to hear him.

“Oh mm Neteyam…feels so good.”

It might just be the first good thing you’ve said all day and his inner alpha purrs in deep satisfaction. Unfortunately for you, punishment comes before rewards.

Retracting his hand entirely, Neteyam swipes the remnants of your sticky arousal over your inner thighs, painting his beautiful canvas. There is no time to complain at the loss before he is running the flat of his tongue from your convulsing pussy up over your clit and even navel.

That wet muscle dances along and between your folds in practiced precision. Your essence tantalizes his very tastebuds until he is producing so much saliva that it is difficult to say how much of the wet mess at your apex is made from him versus you. He supposes in some ways he is responsible for both.

The prince’s lips shine with the evidence when he pulls back to speak.

“Do good girls do that?”

“Huh…what?”

“Do good girls try to suck cocks that are not their alpha’s?” He reiterates, weaving a firm steel into his voice.

“I…uh…no,” Comes your timid response.

Those thick lashes flutter when he returns to feasting on your delicious cunt. It only lasts for a second, however, before he is speaking against the soft skin of your thighs.

“That’s right, tiyawn. Good omegas know who they belong to.”

Your body jolts as if stung by lightning when his thumb rubs at your sensitive nub again. He can see it in your face now. His omega is just barely tipping on the edge of release.

“So what do you think you should do about it?”

Breath borderline erratic the muscles in your legs tense in anticipation of that wonderful release. The same one that he roughly rips away when you don’t respond, not daring to even breath across your cunt.

“No no please! I’m so close! Just a little longer. I wanna come!”

“What do you think you should do about it?” Neteyam repeats, tampering down the smirk that threatens to cross his lips when he sees the way you whine and tugs at your bonds.

“For…for what?” You’re so genuinely confused he has to hold back a coo at how adorable you look.

“What do you think you should do to make up for trying to suck his cock?”

That little head of yours is working overtime to craft an intelligent response. It becomes all that much harder when he starts playing with your clit again, keeping you tantalizingly close to the edge but never over.

“I…I could…I..”

“Yes?” Neteyam considers himself very patient but he is forced to halt his touch when you take too long to respond and get far too close to coming.

“No wait! Why did you stop?” Your foot stomps against the rock like the spoiled brat that you are, so utterly confused and crestfallen at being denied for the first time. Has any male ever even tried to edge you? If your response is anything to go off of, it’s clear that he will be the first to teach you the joys of orgasm denial too.

“Answer my question, oeyӓ tiyawn [my love].”

Frustrated tears run from the corner of your eyes and this time Neteyam is positive they are genuine. Your little pout is broken by sharp teeth torturing your bottom lip again while you try to get a hold of yourself to respond properly.

“I…I could suck your cock.” It comes out almost as a question but the prince is eager to take it.

“There you go.” He hoists himself up to deposit a kiss on your lips before shrinking back down and continuing a very special kiss between your legs. Your pretty thighs immediately clamp around his head, shaking so hard he can feel the vibrations. As much as he wants to taste your release properly he can’t pass up the opportunity to see your face for the first time as you come.

So the alpha escapes the cage of your thighs and replaces his tongue with skilled fingers the fuck up into your pussy and play with that precious bundle of nerves. He kisses his way up your body, this time being mindful of the crystal chain, until he is nuzzling against your cheek. The woodsy essence of his own scent will integrate there, letting everyone know that you have been claimed.

“Such a smart girl my omega is. So good for her alpha.”

That is your undoing. Like a woven tapestry he watches you unravel into an explosion of pure ecstasy. All of this time you’ve denied yourself the wondrous caress of an alpha’s praise. It’s left you with no defenses once finally showered with his sweet words. Neteyam groans deeply beneath your whiny scream, savoring the way his hand is now properly drenched as he rides you through the orgasm.

You don’t register when Neteyam pulls away. In fact your head is so high above the clouds that it’s only when your hands drop like a dead weight against the boulder that you realize Neteyam has cut your bonds.

It feels as if the world is a hazy blur of color, everything so vibrant and wondrous as you come down from that high. Even the simple kisses Neteyam gives to each of your wrists feels like drinking sunshine. In fact it is so incredible that you instantly crave more.

More of him.

More of this electric pleasure.

Anything and everything that has brought you into such a happy state.

However, when the prince comes to carefully help you off the boulder and back onto your feet, it’s suddenly clear what it will take to get another taste of cloud nine. And in this case, that means tasting him.

Neteyam hardly needs to prompt you onto your knees. Whatever is brewing inside of you is now your new addiction and somehow being at eye level with his crotch has never seemed more appealing. Your alpha wants you to atone for your sins, perhaps then he will grant you another orgasm. Well if taking him down your throat is redemption then you are going to be good at this game.

Past experience is the foundation of your confidence.

Hands still shaking with aftershock, they fumble to get a hold of his tewng. You’re about to catch hold of the waistband and simply rip the fabric down when strong hands catch your wrists. You look up at him in bewilderment. What type of man stops a woman on her knees second before he is about to get his dick sucked?

“We’re not going to do this your way, princess. If you want to make it up to me then you will learn to follow my instructions.”

In some ways it’s borderline insulting. What is wrong with the way you suck a male off? No man has ever complained. And if they did, how would Neteyam even know? He’s never experienced nor witnessed what you do. But of course as an alpha he must believe he knows best.

Typical.

Those thoughts don’t bubble into words, however, because as much as you would like to prove how fucking fantastic you are all on your own, you don’t want it more than another orgasm. Preferably by the means of his skilled tongue.

When he drops your wrists you shift uncomfortably, both impatience and the tight press of the clamps around your nipples creates the undeniable need to squirm. All while Neteyam simply watches you from above, perfectly calm and entertained by your position.

That is until you go to shift the clamps and your wrists are immediately snagged again.

“Did I say you could touch that?” He asks, that smooth voice taking on a smoky edge. Just when you are about to pout, however, Neteyam pulls your hands to place them along his upper thighs. You don’t need to be told twice. Running your hands along the smooth skin and squeezing the corded muscle there is a nice enough distraction to silence your objections.

That is, until a new distraction presents itself.

His long fingers carefully start to undo the ties of his tewng. Done at such a leisured pace it’s obvious he is determined to torture you, even pausing at one point to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before finally lets the cloth fall away.

Excitement quickly mingles with apprehension when you see what you are faced with.

Beta males have always satisfied you with their size, just enough to make you choke a little and hit that special spot inside of you. However, you’ve forgotten entirely what it means to be with an alpha. Neteyam’s cock curves up against his lower abs, fully hard and already sporting a drop of precum. But even the thought of fitting your mouth around that bulbous head, let alone trying to get the massive length down your throat makes your ears begin to twitch.

All confidence quickly drains from your face.

“Are you ready to listen now?”

Finally peeling your gaze away from his twitching cock, you look up at him to see him staring down at you with the same intensity.

“Yes.” You whisper, suddenly grateful for promised instruction now that you’ve been properly thrown for a loop. Perhaps you should have branched out to fucking with alphas at least once, just to know the difference properly. Because now you feel like a proper virgin waiting for their first lesson on giving a blow job.

Surprisingly there is one feeling that rises higher than your trepidation.

Curiosity.

Somehow the challenge before you sparks a further interest. A need to map out every part of his body until it has become less mysterious. Until it feels familiar beneath your hands.

And as if Neteyam can read your thoughts, he says, “You can explore now, tiyawn. Take your time.”

Take your time. Not the direction you would expect from a male whose cock is fully hard and jerking against his lower stomach. You had thought all alphas to be forceful, wanting to claim and fuck in a quick and dirty fashion. But Neteyam stays true to his word when your hands slowly travel up his thighs.

You are given more than enough time to familiarize yourself with the area. You start small, running the pads of your fingers down his muscular abdomen to feel each and every muscle there. Then once a little bit of confidence has been regained they come to rest around his base.

The dark blue shade of his skin elegantly bleeds into a beautiful purple the closer to the tip it goes. All to then end on a subdued shade of pink along his head and balls. Even without the moonlight you can make out the small tanhi that dot along his skin. They lead along the side, creating a trail beside the thick vein lacing the underside of this cock before fanning out around the tip. As if they were perfectly crafted to entice your eyes towards the prize.

Neteyam’s tail lashes the first time you run your fingers over him. His arousal is an essence that infiltrates the very air around you like a thick cloud. Surely he must be anxious for you to hurry up, but the prince keeps his body strictly in place for your exploration.

It is only when he catches your tongue swiping over your bottom lip that he speaks up.

“You can use your tongue, tiyawn.” With an inaudible gasp you pull back in surprise, practically forgetting he was there. An amused grin shows off his pearly white teeth, never faltering as you hesitate for a moment. “Are you feeling shy, princess?”

“No.” You bite back even as your stomach does a somersault.

“Remember, I will guide you. No need to stress.” His fingers run through your scalp and in spite of how good that feels you rear back and glare at him.

You don’t need help. And you sure as hell are not shy. So what if you are a little caught off guard? That does not give him the right to treat you like an omega virgin ripe for the picking.

So you draw forward and boldly draw the flat of your tongue slowly from the base to tip. Much like he had done between your own thighs. Because much like him, you are not afraid and you are not one to hand the reins over easily.

What you do not anticipate is how the taste of him blossoms over your tastebuds. It sends a thrill through you that is difficult to conceal as you go in for another taste. It gets sloppy very quickly. The moment you try to take the head into your mouth, your nerves get the better of you and that ends up making you draw back.

Just in time as Neteyam slots a hand in your dark locks and grabs hold of the roots. “Why are you rushing, omega?”

“I am not.”

“Follow my directions. No need to prove yourself.” He says, but he already wears a crooked smirk.

It continues like this back and forth until you are finally tired of having your head yanked back by your hair so you wait for his instructions. Neteyam is meticulous in the way he has you explore, the way he forces you to taste him before even giving you the chance to take him into your mouth.

But when you do finally take in the first few inches your inner omega springs forth without reserve. You feel every ridge and vein of his cock as they slip past your outstretched lips. And that stretch, that utterly deniable feeling of being stretched full, is what has you drawing in for more.

Before now being on your knees has always felt like a place of power. You’ve riddle men down to whimpering messes just by the skilled trace of your tongue. You’ve swallowed everything they’ve had to give while they’ve sung curses to the sky. It is them that is rendered entirely insatiable as you hold their pleasure in the palm of your hand.

It doesn’t feel that way now.

It’s hard to determine what he awakens within you but every time you are pulled off of his cock and told to take a moment to breathe, it is you that feels insatiable. You figured it would get better once Neteyam fell deep enough into his own ecstasy but somehow the evidence of his pleasure only escalates your own addiction. You can never get enough of him.

Never will you tire of seeing his magnificent neck on display when he throws his head back with a rumbled groan. Never will you suck down the taste of him enough to satisfy your carnal desires. And never will there be a more magnificent feeling than the wash of his praise over you as your throat contracts and you gags around him.

It is him that leaves you ravenous.

“All the way down now, princess. That’s it, you can take it.”

You’d take just about anything this man says at gospel at this point. A fact that is evident by the way you no longer hesitate to sheath him down your throat when commanded. And when those sinfully gorgeous hips start to move, you fight every need for breath and simply let him fuck your throat without complaint.

In fact it is you that complains when you are given a chance to breathe, tears streaking down your face and drool coating your chin.

“No whining.” Neteyam tsks, wagging a finger playfully. It would normally piss you off but now it only registers as the absence of praise. So when he continues to the pattern, moaning and bucking his hips only to pull off seconds later, you bite back the urge to cry and beg for his cum. “Just get me wet, princess. Tongue out. There you go.”

It makes no sense, but then again that seems to be the theme when it comes to Neteyam. He demands you suck him off only to deny you the pleasure of feeling him shoot down your throat. Your pretty face is nothing but a mess of tears and spit when he finally rears you back for the last time. For a moment it seems possible he will jerk himself off and finish across your face or pinched nipples but his next direction has your tail tucking.

“There’s my good girl. Now stand up for me.”

“Neteyam.” You whine but he is quick to grab hold of that crystal chain and force you to your feet as your nipples ache.

“Are you still wet for me, omega? Spread your legs.” He slides a hand between your thighs to inspect the evidence of just how aroused you truly are. “Very good girl.” He grins against your ear, as if he didn’t already know how desperate he has made you.

It’s only a second of attention to your clit before he is taking your hand and dragging you through the forest.

Neteyam has always been known for being meticulous. Or in Lo’ak’s words, obsessive. He has lived his life with a plan and great attention to detail. So when he has you following him, your hand in his own, he can’t help but look for the perfect spot to take you. The ideal place where he can admire you spread out for him and finally experience what it is to be inside of that sweet little body.

He’s pleased to find you put up no fuss when he coerces you onto your stomach with your face down and ass up. In fact, your spine curves as you look back at him, a seductive gleam in your eyes that says you are still not above playing games to get what you want.

“M’ready.” You sigh against the grass, tail curling upwards to give him access. It may as well be the equivalent of snapping your fingers in a fetching command. Regardless, Neteyam decides to let you off this time, especially when you are creating the most gorgeous display for him.

Your pussy clenches around open air, your cunt an absolute mess that has dripped down between your thighs. There is no mistaking what you want.

But that doesn’t mean that is what you’re going to get.

You don’t immediately react when he uses both hands to knead and spread your plump cheeks apart, but when he begins to push a finger at your tightest hole, you squeak and draw back. With a stern hand gripping your hip he pulls you back against him where he kneels. Tentatively you trust him once more only to squirm when he only sticks his fingers into your pussy in order to collect your slick arousal and spread it between your cheeks.

“Neteyam!”

“Mawey, princess. You’ll like it, I promise.” And you will, despite your better judgment.

“No, not there!” Were it not for the hazy glow he has you in now you surely would claw his eyes out for even suggesting such a thing but with his thumb reaching down to rub at your sensitive clit, your defenses are greatly weakened.

“And why not, tiyawn?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You drawl with a whine.

“And I am.” Neteyam slinks up so his chest is pressed against your back, pushing away your hair so he can whisper in your ear. “I am going to fuck my spoiled brat until the only words she can manage to utter are thank you and my name.”

You sputter at his sensual words, pussy trying to clamp around the finger that swirls through your juices.

“But that’s…t-that’s not what I mean.”

“Are you nervous, tiyawn?”

“N-no.”

“No male has ever tried to stretch this little hole before, have they?”

You simply attempt to tuck your face away from him as it turns a lovely shade of red. Neteyam grins and kisses your cheek.

“I am going to take every first you have left, princess. I will fuck all of your holes over and over again, including this naughty little hole.” A shudder ripples through your trapped frame. “Your greedy pussy too but the first time I do that we will bonded beneath Vitraya Ramunong so until then…” He grips your hip to keep you in place when his lubed finger finally starts pushing past that clenching rim.

“Breathe oeyӓ tiyawn.” He hushes your whines. It takes considerable effort to coax you into relaxing for him but Neteyam finds that the right amount of praise and gentle kisses seems to get the job done.

Fuck, you are so incredibly tight! It feels as if you are trying to cut off the circulation in his fingers as he adds another. His heart races at those pulsing walls around his cock. You do nothing to aid his patience as little pants filtering from your lips and soon your eyes are fluttering closed.

You won’t want to admit it, but this new pleasure has you entirely hooked. A strange sensation no doubt, and even uncomfortable at times he can tell as you struggle to take a third finger but so too do you eventually start pushing your hips back against the intrusion.

Holding you in place is no longer required, allowing his other hand to slip to the front of your body and resume strumming your clit. Grass becomes intertwined with the sparkling crystals in your hair due to the way you keep turning your head to whine and squirm.

“I wish you could see how perfect you look like this. Sweet little ass sucking in my fingers like it was made for this. I knew I’d see you like this someday, my pretty brat learning to behave.”

“F-fuck you.” You sputter.

Neteyam can’t even find it within himself to be mad when you are clenching around him like this. He’ll take care of that naughty mouth soon, but for now he is content to focus on making your body fully submit to him.

“As you wish, omega.”

The prince pulls his fingers out and makes sure to spread more of your natural lube over his cock. He feels like he could bust any moment just looking at your hole clenching at the loss. The gleam in your eyes when he lines the head of his cock up to your tightest hole gives him all the information he needs to know.

“Teyam!” You gasp just before his head makes it past the entrance.

“Doing so good for me, omega. Stay nice and relaxed.”

“It’s not going to fit.” The protest is greatly undermined by the way your pussy leaks juices down your thigh.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll make it fit.”

And true to his word, Neteyam patiently rears forward and rubs sinful circles over your clit until his pelvis is cushioned by your plush ass.

“Oh my Eywa!” You quiver, thighs no longer doing the work to keep you up.

“What was it you said about getting off your ass?”

“You fucking…Oh…asshole.” Your insults are barely tangible as he begins with shallow thrusts. “Oh my…oh…aahh.”

“Different than you thought, isn’t it?” He smirks, but even he has to close his eyes and take a moment to breathe. Your walls cinch around him so tightly it feels as if you're trying to strangle his cock. Even his shallow thrusts take considerable effort, even more difficult not to prematurely fill you with his seed every time those gummy walls pulse. “Deep breathes. Let yourself enjoy it.”

“M-more.”

His ears perk, wondering if he has misheard you.

“What was-”

“More! Move now! Move fucking now I swear-” The air is punched from your lungs when he harshly rears back to the tip before plunging himself all the way inside again. The noise that escapes you is one he has never heard before and he knows for a fact that it rings loud enough through the trees for the others to detect.

Grasping a handful of hair he pulls you up onto your knees so that your back is flush against his chest. From this vantage point he can see the crystal chain sparkling in the sunlight.

“Is that any way to ask for what you want?” He rumbles against your ear.

The sound of clapping skin echoes through the forest as you eagerly push yourself back against his now brutal pace.

“Teyamteyamteyam,” Comes your endless spew, head thrown back against his shoulder. He’s too lost in his own ecstasy to chew you out for not answering his question. Instead he roughly manhandles you off of his cock and pushes you to lay down on your back.

“But-”

Legs thrown around his waist he sinks back inside to the hilt. “You need to learn some fucking patience, princess.”

“I’m sorryyyyy!” You drawl but those little hands are already grasp at his biceps, demanding that he slots himself closer. Looking down he swears he can practically see his cock moving in your stomach.

“How are these pretty tits doing, hm?” Swooping down, he leaves sloppy kisses around your secured nipples, groaning when your fingers claws at his hair to pull him closer. “Tell me the truth now, princess. Tell me how much you love me my cock in your ass.”

He knows you're far gone when a response comes back without any fight. “I love..ngh..ah…I love your cock in my ass. Don’t stop, alpha. Pleasepleaseplease.”

“Take a breath for me.” He commands softly and the second you comply he undoes both claps in tandem. In some ways he has heard that taking them off is more painful than putting them on. If that is true, you must have a secret love for such pain because you bare down on him so hard that it takes everything within him not to bust inside of you.

“Fuck!” You curse, yanking him down impossibly closer. “Neteyam!”

“Good girl, princess. My good girl.” He murmurs between sloppy kisses laid on your chest. He licks gently over your pointed nipples in efforts to soothe them.

Neteyam’s own patience is quickly unraveling but he wants to come in time with you. He wants you to squirt across him as he paints your walls white. So with his own breaths coming out in pants and hips ricketing at a desperate speed, he reaches between you and assaults that little bundle of nerves.

“Come on, brat. Do as you're told for once and come for me.”

You steal the very air from his lungs. Your silky walls milk him dry as you come around him. Stars dot his vision and his abdomen flexes at the pure pressure of his own release. He spills himself inside of you as your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

When he finally does come down from that high, your grip won’t release. His name is a whispered mantra on your lips as you pull his heavy body atop of yours. He falls without resistance, crushing you beneath him.

You’re overwhelmed. It makes him both proud and spiteful that no other male has truly managed to get you into this floaty state before. From the way you claw at him as if he is the very oxygen you rely on, it’s clear you don’t know how to handle such new intense emotions. To think you’ve gone so many years without truly satisfying your omega.

“I’ve got you, omega. Your alpha’s here.” He tries to prop himself up on an elbow to relieve some of his body weight from you, but that has your panic rising. With an endless draw of sweet nothings he presses himself back down just in time for your lips to demand his.

That anxiety gradually smoothes away the longer he indulges the impromptu makeout session. When his tongue swirls around yours, your movements become more leisurely. Even the very nature of the kiss becomes lazy while you softly play with his neat braids.

“Teyam…”

“Yes princess?” He checks to make sure your breathing has finally turned back to normal after pulling away.

“I’m ready to sleep.” You say as a matter of fact.

“No tiyawn we still-” It’s too late. Chest somehow managing to rise and fall beneath his weight and eyes fluttered closed, you are dead to the world. Very typical fashion for you to simply state your wants as reality without waiting for any protests.

He rolls his eyes fondly before carefully situating both of you onto your sides. His legs feel like thin vines walloping in the wind. Neteyam has to hold back a groan when he finally manages to slip out of you. Bathing in the sunlight with you tucked against his side, he allows himself one moment to recover and bask in the feeling.

And when that moment is gone, he does everything in his power to dress and clean up both of you without disturbing your slumber. Your hair is still tangled and the echoing screams are sure to be enough evidence of what has happened between you two but when he walks out carrying you bridal style, he playfully glares at the other males who are anxious to make their teasing comments. They will beat him up about it later, for now it is important that you sleep.

With narrowed eyes and a hiss he demands their silence before he situates you in front of him on the pa’li. Facing sideways on the horse you snuggle closer in your sleep, body shivering. You only wake for a second so that he can slip his thick poncho over the both of you. This way you are kept warm and eyes are shielded from the sun as you sleep.

“Well?” Tak’nal, his second in command, asks with a raised brow.

“Problem solved.” Neteyam says simply. “Let’s go home.”

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 17/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hello my dear Army 💜 I really hope you are all healthy and feeling well 🙏🏻 So here's a new chapter for you 🥳 I have to be honest with you, first of all I'm very nervous that you liked this chapter, because it is full of events, (I have never written anything longer in my life, this chapter turned out to be 16,200+ words) and those who read to the end will be surprised, very surprised 🤭 Oh how I am excited 😬🥺 And secondly, It was very hard for me to write this chapter, because of the emotions I had to experience while writing it (I don't seem to be a very sensitive girl, but for some reason it happened to me 😅) so maybe the text may be oversaturated, or vice versa I poured a lot of water 😆 Anyway, leave me a small comment that I know how I did, do you like how l managed with the development of events and description of scenes! You know this is super important to me!!! 🥹🥰😘 By the way, there is a mention of vegetarians here. It's nothing special, it's just that my heroine is not a vegetarian, and if someone can be offended by my little dialog, I apologize immediately! I never want to offend anyone with my works!!! If you are a vegetarian and you are offended by that dialogue, just let it go by, or just don't read any further 🥺🥰 I sincerely love all my readers who quietly like, reblog, and those who comment 💗💜 You are my desire to write further ❤️‍🔥 Enjoy ✨

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Chapter 17. Fate, which destined

You don't remember how you got home. You walked through the crowd, ignoring the surprised looks of passers-by. Tears were in your eyes, and it was getting harder and harder to take one breath. Your legs carried you on autopilot. The pain in your chest never stopped, reminding you how much it hurt to lose everything in an instant.

The apartment door slammed behind you as you stepped inside. Trembling with rage, you kicked off your shoes, tossed your purse to the side, and slowly settled to the floor against the wall. Your chest felt empty and angry. It seemed like someone had put a sandbag on you: it was hard to even breathe. Your eyes were burning, swollen with tears that never stopped flowing. They were hot, burning your cheeks, but they did not wash away the inner pain.

The job you worked so hard for, your project... your chance... And everything is ruined. It all happened because of him. Because of Jungkook. Because of his selfishness and his own self-interest. You gave up so much time, effort, hope, and you were just thrown away like trash.

You barely got up and sat on the couch. You looked at one point, as if there was a sense there. But there was nothing in your head. Even the tears stopped, leaving only hot traces. You didn't want to move. You didn't want to think either. All you felt was unbearable pain that burned from the inside.

Some time passed, but you continued to sit and not move. There was a knock at the door, and you looked at it indifferently. The knock came again. And again, and again. You knew it was him, but you didn't care about him. To hell with Jungkook. To hell his deal, his promises, his entire existence.

You heard another hard knock on the door, and then his muffled voice.

"Open the door! I know you're in there!"

You were silent. Tears rolled down your face in a new wave, blurring the focus in your eyes.

"Y/N, open up! Please!" his voice became softer, almost pleading, "Let's talk... you're angry with me, but I'm asking you to listen to me."

You stood up from the couch and walked to the door on weak feet. Your eyebrows were drawn together, he couldn't see your angry expression, but you could have burned the door with that look.

"Get out!" you shouted, "I don't want to see you anymore! The deal is over! Do you hear me? IT'S OVER!"

Jungkook punched the door and you yelped.

"Open the door, damn it!" he bellowed. "Just... let's talk!"

"No!" you said firmly, "It's over! I don't want to talk to you! Just get out! Get out of my life!" you walked over and slammed your palm on the door too, wishing it was Jungkook, "I hate you! You ruined everything!"

You leaned back against the door and slid down, sobbing hard again. Jungkook was silent. He didn't hit the door anymore, and it even seemed as if he had left. But you heard his voice, calm, firm.

"I'm not leaving! I'll be here, until you open the damn door for me. I want to solve everything normally. No tantrums. No yelling. Just talk......" you heard a light knock - he sat down on the other side of the door. Right behind of you.

You cried even harder. Why can't he just leave? Why won't he let you go?

"I'll sit here," you heard behind the door, "You'll come out sooner or later. A day, two days, a week, I'm not going anywhere."

You closed your eyes. What do you need do? How do you get rid of him? Should you open the door and talk to him? Maybe then he will leave you alone?

But you don't want to see him. It will be painful for you to look at the face that was your lifeline, but now it will remind you that you have lost everything. But it looks like you need to get over yourself so that this can finally be over.

You slowly stood up. You touched the lock and opened it slowly. The door opened and you saw him. Jungkook was standing. Obviously he had gotten up when he heard you opening the door.

His eyes looked at you with undisguised pain. You looked at him angrily, almost hatefully.

Jungkook held his breath as he saw your red eyes, your mascara running, and your hateful gaze.

"Leave me alone. Just disappear. I don't need your excuses or any other words," you said colorlessly. Jungkook stood there, frozen. His heart was sinking when hearing your exhausted voice. He took a step forward and wrapped you in his arms. You walked a few steps away together and Jungkook stopped, holding you tightly.

You didn't have the strength to resist him. You just stood there with your arms down. Your lips touched his shoulder and you smelled his scent, the one you loved so much, the one that used to make you tremble inside, and now was tearing you apart.

You stood in an embrace for a long time and quietly. You could hear his heart pounding and knew that he could hear yours flying out.

"Let go," you whispered. Jungkook squeezed you tighter, letting you know he wouldn't.

"It's my fault," he said desperately, pressing his forehead against the spot between your neck and shoulder, "Everything that happened is because of me. So please let me make it right. I'll get you your place back in the company and make Kang Youngwon pay for what he did."

You exhaled, devastated, empty, languid, right into his shoulder.

"I've heard your promises before, they're worthless," you said without hiding your disappointment. Jungkook froze for a moment, and then leaned away from your shoulder and looked into your eyes, not letting go you from his embrace.

"I didn't know that this bastard would fired you. I thought we had time to work things out."

You smiled crookedly.

"No one knew, I didn't know I was fired either. And I wonder how much more I wouldn't have known if you hadn't wanted to wire me the money for your fucking agreement?" you shoved him away and moved away, not even paying attention to the open door. "Jungkook it’s over. Do you hear me? I don't want to talk to you anymore. Our agreement is off. You can go to hell, I don't need your help. I'm going to start from scratch. And I'm going to do it the way I always do - alone."

Jungkook wanted to say something, but you cut him off:

"You know, I've never relied on anyone. Never. I've done everything on my own. And I achieved it. But... for some reason I thought I could trust you. That was my biggest mistake. Because every time I think someone is going to stay, they leave. Over and above you used me."

"I didn't use you," Jungkook said sharply.

You froze. This rudeness was like a slap in the face. You just smiled crookedly and walked slowly toward him, tilting your head back to look into his eyes, which were angry as hell. When you stopped next to him, half a step away, it seemed to you that he filled the entire space around him. Jungkook bowed his head, drilling you with his gaze.

"You used me, offered me a deal, played on my nerves, made me adapt to you, fucked me because you could. But you did nothing for me instead. You didn't even lift a finger to keep me at work."

Jungkook's jaw clenched. His eyes darkened even more, like a storm before a downpour. You didn't know that he had already done more for you than you could have ever imagined. And he would do more. He will destroy everyone who has hurt you. Even if he is among them.

"I made sure that the media didn't write dirt about you..." he began, and he wanted to speak for your mother and his intentions to free Kang Yonwon, but you interrupted him again, hitting him in the chest with the back of your hand.

"Hero," you exclaimed mockingly, "How could I forget? You did do something after all. Only not for me, but for yourself," your smile disappeared and your face took on that same hateful look. His gaze became icy. "Get out, we no have agreement anymore."

Jungkook nervously touched the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"You can't just break it off!" he said firmly. You cocked your head to the side and smiled.

"Yes, I can. It's not on paper. And you're not my boss."

Jungkook was silent, staring at your face. Then he straightened up abruptly. He took a step back, but didn't turn away.

"Fine. If you're canceling the agreement... then I'm leaving," Jungkook says. You don't understand what he means by "I'm leaving."

"What?" your eyebrows twitch.

"I'll sell all my damn shares. I'm going to give up everything. I'll just disappear. Because if it's not you, they're forcing me to marry Sukhi. I will become a puppet. And I can't stand it."

You sighed, tired. You don't believe him. You don't want to. His words are like a play, another manipulation.

"How you dramatic..." you scoff. "You can easily find another stupid girl who will agree to play the role of your girlfriend for money. You'll fuck her without feelings and everything will be fine. Don't act like I'm so important to you."

Jungkook closed his eyes, barely able to contain his frustration. Fuck. You important. It's all about you. He doesn't want to lose you. And if you leave, there's no point in him continuing this whole fake relationship farce. You're important to him, but why is it so hard for him to say it out loud? Why can't he admit that he's in love with you?

"I don't want to look for someone else," he finally said, slowly walking up to you. His heart was pounding like crazy, and it seemed like it would jump out of his chest. He stopped too close to you. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to kiss you so damn much, but he knew he couldn't. He had to show you that he respected your space. "Kitten, I'm asking you to trust me one more time. One fucking time and I'll fix everything," he promises you desperately.

His words are quiet but piercing. Sincerity resounds in every syllable. Your soul cracks. Why do you want to believe again? Why not kick him out like you wanted? You shake your head. No. It's a trap. He's already failed you. He'll fail you again.

You have to think for yourself, for your grandmother, not for him. Don't think about how he'll live. It's his problem, not yours.

Jungkook touches your palm. Lightly. His fingers are hot. Yours are cold with worry.

"Make up your mind, kitten. Either we continue the deal, we go to Jeju, I fix everything with your work, I get your reputation back... or you refuse and I sell everything I have, disappear from your life forever. I will accept either decision."

You look at your intertwined fingers and listen to his words. What a manipulator. He has put the responsibility for his life on you. But will he do as he promises? If thinking about both cases? You look up at him and laugh softly. He's playing with you again, with your feelings.

"Manipulator," you whisper, barely audible. He does not answer.

Jungkook waits patiently for your answer. He's annoyed that you're laughing, but he knows you won't give up on him. Because you have feelings for him too. He knows that.

But you think differently. You are not thinking about your feelings for him at this moment. The only thought in your head is to give him a chance to fix everything. Because he is really the only one who can do it. You realize that you have to trust him again. But now everything will definitely be on your terms. Not his.

"Okay," you finally say. And Jungkook can't believe his ears. You take your hand away and back away a few steps. "But I agree on the condition that you fix it soon. I give you no more than a month. If you don't solve everything in a month, I will terminate our agreement completely. I need to see a guarantee of your words to play the role of your girlfriend. You: give me my job back, restore my reputation, and make Yongwon give me back the rights to the project which he stole. If you do all of this, I will play your girlfriend until Sukhi or her father breaks off the engagement. And as soon as they do, we end our agreement and you disappear from my life. Not even a single chance meeting. If you don't keep your promises this time, we'll say goodbye much faster."

You finish your long monologue and look at Jungkook, who looks darker than a storm cloud. His jaw is clenched and you can see his muscles playing.

"It's a deal," Jungkook says shortly and dryly. You nod in agreement.

"I'll go to Jeju with you, but I need time to get ready. About an hour," you say, just as dryly, "I'll text you when I'm ready."

Jungkook exhales heavily, and nods silently. He can't speak even if he wanted to. He is exhausted from this emotional war with you. He silently turns to leave, and at the door, your voice makes him stop.

"One more thing. We have new rules for the deal now," you say more briskly, with a bit of defiance. "Minimal physical contact. I will only allow you to touch me when necessary, not often. I'd like to eliminate kissing altogether, but that wouldn't be believable, so you can only kiss me when absolutely necessary, and very quickly. If I see you breaking these rules, I will throw a tantrum. Do you understand?"

"Y/N," your name comes out of his mouth harshly and threateningly.

"Did you hear me?" you ask again, harshly.

Jungkook is silent again. For a moment, you thought he was going to tell you to go to hell, but he holds back and only answers with a short answer:

"I’m heard you."

He turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him. You look at the door and tears choke you again. You are crying out of despair and fatigue. You are tired of enduring the shit of this life.

You sit down on the couch and cry for a while. But you have to hurry. You have to calm down and clean yourself up so that Jungkook's friends don't notice your red eyes and your face, which is swollen with tears.

The charter flight to Jeju was scheduled for 8.00 p.m. - the late time allowed you to avoid unnecessary attention and the press. You arrived at the Icheon airport with Jungkook, but there had been silence between you for hours. The tension between you was almost tangible.

Jungkook parked the car, and you started walking to the terminal. You walked side by side, but didn't look at each other. The once familiar touching became impossible.

Jimin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung were already waiting for you in the VIP lounge, not alone, but with a new girl, not the one who was with him on the yacht. They introduced her as Haewon.

The boys greeted you with joy, and you responded with a strained smile, a downcast look, and a hoarse voice that was barely holding back from breaking.

Hewon shook your hand. When it was Jungkook's turn, she held her gaze on him. He didn't pay attention, continuing to talk with his friends, but you clearly noticed her appraising, overly attentive gaze.

You turned away, pretending to check something on your phone. Her presence irritated you for some unknown reason.

After a brief security check, you were escorted directly aboard the private jet. You and Jungkook boarded together, silently, without exchanging a word, although he looked at you several times as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

The cabin was luxurious: soft seats, warm lighting, champagne on a table by the window. Hoseok and Jimin immediately sat down by the window, already joking about something of their own. Namjoon made himself comfortable across from them. Taehyung and Haewon sat a little further away, closer to the tail. You sat next to Jungkook, just as you were supposed to: "fake love" was supposed to sit next to each other.

He gently put one hand on the armrest between you, the other holding his phone. Everything seemed normal. But you could feel him tense up when you accidentally touched him.

"So, are everyone ready for an adventure?" Jimin called out, refilling his champagne.

"Always," Taehyung replied, hugging Haewon, who was giggling too flirtatiously next to him.

The plane took off and everyone relaxed. There was laughter in the cabin, Jungkook's friends and himself were exchanging inside jokes and talking about business, and you were sitting in silence. You tried to smile when it was necessary, but you felt like you were redundant.

Haewon kept approaching you, deciding that you should become friends. She asked you if you flew often, and she looked over Jungkook as if she was looking for something. Her perfume-sickly sweet-stuck to your nose like an intrusive advertisement.

After a while, Jungkook stood up.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he said briefly.

You didn't answer. You sat staring out the window. It wasn't long before you saw Haewon accidentally bump into Jungkook as she exited the same part of the plane. She lost her balance and he gently grabbed her elbow to stop her from falling.

You pretended not to see anything. But inside you felt a stab of jealousy. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Jungkook had walked toward Jimin and Hoseok, and at that very moment, Namjoon had sat down on the seat in front of you.

"Hey," he called to you softly, but you still jumped, not expecting him to appear. He smiled sweetly at you and you could see the dimples in his cheeks.

"Hey," you said, just as quietly and with a smile, looking out the window. You could only see the clouds and the sun painting them golden pink. It was a breathtaking sight, but you didn't care.

"Are you okay? You look exhausted," Namjoon said. You glanced at him briefly and forced yourself to keep a smile on your lips.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired after work."

Namjoon studied your face for a few seconds and then assumed.

"You haven't been crying, have you? Your eyes are red."

You looked at him sharply, slanting your gaze. Again, he was being too attentive to you. He even noticed that your eyes were red.

"I work on the computer a lot and wake up early, so my eyes might be red." You said kindly, not to offend Namjoon, even though his questions were annoying you.

"Oh, I misunderstood, as usual, I'm sorry." He bowed guiltily, and you smiled wider.

"It's okay, don't worry. I've noticed you've been paying attention since the first time we met," you said. Namjoon pressed his lips into a thin line and looked away for a moment.

"Yes, this is my most characteristic trait. I can be overly attentive and meticulous," he said with a smile on his lips. "So get ready to put up with me for the next three days."

You laughed, not loudly, but it caught Jungkook's attention. You were listening to Namjoon telling you about the schedule for Jeju, not noticing Jungkook's attentive gaze. He dropped Jimin that he wanted to go sit down and walked decisively toward the seats where you and Namjoon were.

Jungkook had the same feeling inside as he had on the yacht. Namjoon was right there by your side when Jungkook walked away.

His gaze found yours as he approached. You locked eyes, and you looked away as if you hadn't noticed. Namjoon stood up as Jungkook approached.

"Oh, Jungkook-ah, I tried my best to cheer up your girlfriend, but she's too tired. You need to did something to help her relax," he said encouragingly and walked away, patting Jungkook on the shoulder.

Jungkook sat down next to you and leaned in, very close. But you had already turned away from him. You felt his warm breath on your ear and your insides fluttered.

"We need to do something," he whispered. "If everyone notices that we're not talking, they'll be suspicious. They'll think we've had a fight. Should I take your hand? Or... you could lay on my shoulder."

You looked at him coldly. Let him go hold Hewon's hand if he's so concerned about what others think. You opened your mouth to spit out something scathing, but... held back. You wouldn't win anything by doing so.

Instead, you smiled. You leaned down and kissed him on the lips, barely touching. Briefly, quickly. And then you gently leaned your head against his shoulder.

Jungkook froze. His heart sped up, his breath hitched, and somewhere deep down he cursed everything that prevented him from kissing you sincerely right now. His lips still remembered your touch, and he wanted more. And not just for the "role".

You were lying on his shoulder, looking out the window.

"Now no one will think?!" you whispered angrily, not looking at him.

He leaned his head against yours, hugging you. You looked like a couple. Jungkook wanted you to do this not by force, but by choice. You sat quietly, not speaking, and each of you felt tense, as if on pins and needles.

After a long, and not entirely calm flight personal for you, your feet finally touched the warm asphalt of the island. You could already feel the light humidity of the ocean in the air.

Three black, stylish SUVs were waiting at the terminal exit. The seating arrangements had been arranged in advance: you and Jungkook in the first car. Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon in the second. Taehyung and Haewon in the third.

Jungkook opened the door for you without saying a word. You had barely spoken on the plane, and now you were silent too. You sat down, looking ahead, and stared at the lights of Jeju at night.

It would take about forty minutes to get to the villa where you would all spend the next three days, the navigator showed. Jungkook often got calls from manager Lee, and he would talk to him briefly. You tried not to listen to the conversation, focusing your attention on the radio playing softly in the salon, but you still unconsciously caught fragments of the manager's sentences, "...they came to see her today...", "...the debt is 4.5 million won...", "when should I transfer the money?".

You felt very tired. You wanted to rest, finally, because today had been a total disaster. You glanced over at Jungkook, who was giving some quality advice to the manager Lee about company’s business, and you thought that you were likely to share a room with him. You had to accept it, even though deep down you didn't mind at all.

You turn to the window, looking at the landscape around you. For a moment, you thought about how wonderful this trip would have been if you hadn't known you were fired. Maybe Jungkook should have kept quiet? Yes. It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, and you would have believed until the end that you would be returned to work.

The car slowly ascended the illuminated path, and when you rounded the next bend, you saw a majestic villa overlooking the ocean, you involuntarily took a deep breath.

The building had a futuristic architecture with open terraces, cascading staircases, and a fire installation in the middle of the courtyard. There were palm trees and ornamental shrubs all around, and behind the house was a huge swimming pool with a transparent edge, beyond which stretched the evening ocean in the purple glow of the sunset.

When you went inside, the impression only intensified. Light marble, wooden accents, soft warm lighting. The villa looked expensive and luxurious.

Your room with Jungkook was large, with access to a terrace overlooking the pool and the ocean. A private bath in white and gold, a walk-in closet, a TV, two armchairs... and only one bed.

You should have told Jungkook right away that you would not share the bed with them.

Jungkook walked over to the bed, putting his phone and car keys on the bedside table.

"I'm not going to share a bed with you," you said, standing behind him near one of the chairs. Jungkook froze for a second when he heard your words. You expected him to act like a gentleman, to say something like, "Of course I'll sleep on the floor," but he gave you a half-turn.

"If you want, you can sleep anywhere. The house is huge," and he sat down on the bed, take his phone in hands.

You froze, mouth agape. He wasn't even trying to be polite. Sensing the silence, Jungkook looked at you sideways and barely contained his smile - your confusion amused him.

"Are you serious, Jeon?" you asked, irritated. He shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn't said anything wrong.

"Absolutely," Jungkook said without looking up from the phone. "You can go downstairs, sleep on the couch, or try to find another room." He locked the phone and nodded it to the bed. He stood up and slowly walked over to you. Your heart was pounding in your throat. "Or you can just sleep here, in the same bed as me. That way it will be better, and no one will ask any questions."

"I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you." you repeated, almost spitting out each word.

His gaze slid over your eyes, your lips... He wanted to kiss you - very much. But he held back. He will wait. He will wait until you give in.

Jungkook touched his piercing with his tongue and noticed you steal a glance at his lips. He didn't even have to speak. Just make you want to.

"Then sleep on the floor," he said mockingly. You choked on your indignation. Your eyes glowed with anger, and Jungkook remembered that glint that had always challenged him. It was like you were back to being those enemy neighbors again, but there was a much bigger story between you.

"How about sleeping on the floor himself, gentleman?" you asked sarcastically. Jungkook smiled out of the corner of his mouth. No, he won't be a gentleman. He'll make you lie down next to him.

"No. Why should I? I paid a ton of money for this villa, and definitely not to sleep on the floor. If you’re so scared of me, then sleep on the floor yourself," he said.

You didn't know what annoyed you more - his words or the way he said them so calmly. As if it was not you, but he who had the right to be angry. As if you had ruined something, not the other way around.

"I'm not afraid of you, I just don't want to be around you if it not necessary," you said rudely. Jungkook was caught by your words, even though he was sure you were lying.

"Sleep wherever you want," he said in an indifferent tone, taking a step away. "But I'm on the bed." And he walked away. Jungkook went to the bathroom without saying a word. You exhaled a long breath and felt your head hurt. You left your things unpacked and went to the first floor for a change of scenery.

You found Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok in the living room. Jimin had just told you that dinner was almost ready and offered you a glass of white wine. You nodded without hesitation.

He handed you the glass and you sat down next to Namjoon, who was trying to tune the TV, joking with Hoseok from time to time. Jimin took a armchair nearby, his gaze repeatedly sliding in your direction, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

"Where's Jungkook-ah?"

You took a sip of your sweet wine and answered kindly.

"Taking a shower."

Jimin nodded and downed his glass. It seemed like he still wanted to keep the conversation going. You were embarrassed.

"We're having beef khanu for dinner, you eat meat, don't you?" he suddenly exclaimed, "I'm so inconsiderate, I should have asked Jungkook, in case you're a vegetarian," Jimin said. You smiled.

"Oh, I love beef, so it's okay."

"Ugh..." Jimin put his hand to his heart theatrically. "I'm already feeling guilty." You laughed shyly at Jimin.

"Please, it's okay. Even if I didn't eat meat, I could get over it," you answered, trying not to show how hard this lightness was really coming to you.

Jimin smiled. He took a sip of his wine without taking his eyes off you.

"I should have been more careful! And to prevent this from happening again, tell me you're not eating."

The conversation with Jimin got so interesting that you didn't even notice Namjoon moving closer, making some room for Hoseok. He suddenly leaned closer to you, pressing the remote a little more to find the right channel. You were close enough that you could feel the warmth of his hand on the couch, right next to you.

You looked at the TV screen as you continued to talk to Jimin. With a peripheral glance, you noticed Jungkook walk into the living room. He was wearing white shorts and a similarly white loose t-shirt that was see-through so you could see his body.

He looked relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on you. And then on the glass of wine in your hand. And how close you were sitting to Namjoon.

Jungkook silently took his glass, poured red wine, and sat down... across from Jimin. His gaze slid between you and Namjoon, and you could feel it in your skin. Jimin told Jungkook that he hadn't asked him about your food preferences, and he just smiled and threw in a curt "uh-huh". You could feel everyone's eyes on the two of you from time to time. It was obvious that everyone was noticing the tension between you and Jungkook.

You thought about getting up and walking over to Jungkook, sitting down next to him, showing all that everything was fine between you two. But at the same moment, Namjoon spoke up loudly, and he abandoned his attempt to adjust the TV and looked at his phone:

"By the way! ‘EON Creative’, a subsidiary of ‘Jeon Group’, won the Seoul Creative Awards 2025. Jungkook-ah, did you see it?"

You froze, and I could feel everything inside you tighten. You reflexively looked at Jungkook, whose eyes were already fixed on you. Your heart sank, and you remembered how horrible today had been.

"Yeah, I know," Jungkook said shortly, looking away from you. You looked down at the glass you were holding and the desire to play the role of his girlfriend disappeared.

"The project is strong," Namjoon praised you without knowing it, "An interesting approach. Natural cosmetics are a real trend. The author of the project knew exactly how to hook the audience."

No one noticed that your hand trembled a little. The wine glass shook, but you quickly pretended to turn it over in your fingers. The taste of the drink didn't matter anymore, it just burned your throat like a memory of the events of the day.

You could feel Jungkook looking at you, studying your behavior, but you stubbornly didn't look at him. You looked up at Namjoon and noticed him reading the article about your project's victory. The others quickly lost interest in the news, but not him.

"It says here that the idea is inspired by own experience," Namjoon leaned slightly towards you, noticing that you were looking at his phone.

"Yes, women trust personal stories. This was the key to the victory of this project, and tradition and environmental friendliness also played a big role. The audience is now very sensitive to naturalness, ecology, and ethics. The idea of combining traditional Korean recipes with a modern approach to marketing is a good one," you said softly.

"Yes, this is what works in today's market. Everyone wants something natural and for little money. I think this product will be very popular among all women." You glanced at Namjoon and a momentary peace of mind settled in your soul. How nice that he praised your work so much, noticing the subtleties you were trying to convey with your product. Namjoon is really attentive.

"It would be a great reward for whoever created this product," you said quietly and a little sadly. Namjoon looked at you. No more than a second, but you could tell he was studying your tone and expression. You smiled quickly so as not to give away any other emotions.

Namjoon tilted his head slightly to the side, looking at you with a slight smile.

"You sound like you... know the author of this project."

You froze, feeling something inside you shrink again. You turned back to your glass, inhaling deeply so as not to give yourself away.

"I just know what it's like when you work so hard, and it's obvious that someone has put a lot of effort into this project," you shrugged, trying not to meet his eyes.

"You're right..." Namjoon said as he turned away, and at the same moment, Taehyung and Haewon came into the living room, saying that dinner was ready and they were waiting for them.

Everyone started moving towards the backyard where there was a beautiful spacious terrace overlooking the evening ocean. At first you walked in front of Namjoon, but for a moment you were behind him.

When you stepped out onto the terrace, you felt an arm around your waist. Jungkook was unnoticed by you. He wanted to hold you close, but you removed his arm a little roughly, making sure no one could see you. Jungkook froze after you, and you quickly walk away to the others.

You really didn't want him to touch you right now. Because your nerves were on edge. You might cry or yell at him again. So he better not touch you today.

You sat down at the table next to Namjoon. There was one empty seat on your left, which was supposed to be Jungkook's. You didn't watch him sit down, but you could feel how tense he was. At one point, when Jimin was trying to pour wine for everyone, you glanced over at him. His eyebrows were slightly drawn together, and his lips were under the torture of his teeth. You could tell he was angry, but you didn't care. You were the one who should be angry.

Dinner was delicious and a few glasses relaxed your nerves. You spent most of the time talking to Namjoon. Your conversation with him was a defense against a nervous breakdown. You talked, laughed, discussed the latest advertising cases, new market trends, and even somehow easily touched on the topic of working in Japan.

Jungkook sat next to you and hardly paid attention to you. He ate and talked with Jimin most of the time. You sometimes turned to him, and you even made eye contact a few times, you were the first to look away.

"Tomorrow we're going fishing!" Taehyung announced, his eyes sparkling. "For tuna! Can you imagine if we catch one? I wish Jin could come with us, he could give his soul to God just to catch one."

"Yes!" echoed Jimin, "We'll catch one tomorrow and dedicate it to him. We'll send him a photo to make him envy!"

Everyone liked Jimin's joke and decided to do just that. Later, they discussed that in addition to fishing, they would be able to go scuba diving to see the reef and swim in the ocean. And if someone wants to, they can order water scooters and organize races on the water.

After midnight, you and Jungkook went into your room in silence.

He rushed to check something on his phone without even looking at you. You went to the bathroom without saying a word.

Hot water hugged your body, washing away the fatigue but not the pain. You slowly put on a light pajama, braided your hair, and came out.

The room was quiet. Empty.

Jungkook was gone.

You slowly laid down on the bed, wrapped in a blanket. You lay there for a long time, looking at the ceiling. No tears came - you were too devastated to cry. Another twenty minutes passed, maybe half an hour. The door opened quietly.

He came in, quietly.

He took off his T-shirt and shorts. You saw his back out of the corner of your eye - tense, like the situation between you. He lay down next to you, turning away.

The distance between you was no more than an arm's length, but it seemed to you that there was a real gap between you.

You opened your eyes and didn't realize where you were for a moment. A few seconds passed before your gaze settled on Jungkook's face. He was lying next to you, facing you, breathing peacefully in his sleep. The distance between you was quite small-not close, but enough to see the line of his jaw, his thick eyelashes that barely moved, and the dark lock of hair that fell over his forehead. It looked like he had accidentally moved closer in his sleep.

You looked at him as if for the first time. His features were calm, soft... and so beautiful. In the dream, he seemed completely defenseless, even gentle. And it was at moments like this that your heart rose to your throat again.

You had no right to look like that. You had no right to feel what was raging inside. And at the same time, you couldn't help yourself.

You wanted to touch him, but you restrained yourself. If not for yesterday's quarrel, you could be lying in his arms right now. His touch... it would always be something your skin would remember, even if you wanted to forget.

Suddenly, he pressed his lips together slightly - that tiny, almost invisible movement that you found infinitely cute. His eyes barely moved under his eyelids, and you suddenly had a terrible urge to find out what he was dreaming about.

Yesterday's emotions had burned out, and now, looking at his beautiful face, you realize that you are no longer as angry with him as you were yesterday.

Even now you realize that you did the right thing to give him a chance to fix everything. You hear his pleading voice saying "I'll fix it" and in your head he sounds even more sincere, that you heard him yesterday.

And that's what tore you in half.

Because you knew you liked him. More than you should. More than you can.

But he shouldn't be in your life. Not after everything.

What you had with him, did it was real? You're smart, right? You have to realise that it’s not. You just... allowed yourself to feel more than you should. You fell in love with the moments, with his touch, with his voice, and with his eyes when they looked only at you.

You squeezed the blanket with your fingers. You made up your mind: from now on, you would play the role of his girlfriend faithfully. To be able to feel his warmth a little more. Just a little more touch. Just a little bit of being close. And you would not allow yourself to believe anymore. And then, when the time comes, you will let him go. Mentally you hit yourself, you have to admit to yourself that it will be hard. Might you never let him go completely.

You got up carefully so as not to wake him up and got out of bed. You tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. In the shower, you stood under the warm water for a long time, trying to wash away the confusion of thoughts, images, and... feelings.

The day began sunny. After breakfast, everyone went to the yacht - a luxurious, snow-white yacht with a spacious deck and everything you could wish for an unforgettable vacation. The sea sparkled, and a light breeze brought the scent of salt and sun.

Everyone was in a good mood - at least it seemed so from the outside. You laughed at Jimin's jokes, took pictures of seagulls flying by with Hoseok, and listened to Namjoon tell you something interesting about the depths of the ocean. Jungkook was next to you, but you noticed he kept his distance.

When you said something, he answered briefly, forcing himself to smile. When you took his hand, his fingers kept to slip out of your, and when you decided to hug him a few times, he didn't even hug you back.

You were annoyed by this. As soon as you tried to improve the situation between you, he ruined everything. So if he doesn't want to touch you, then let it be. You didn't try to be near him anymore, and in the afternoon the company on the yacht split into two camps. You were with Namjoon and Hoseok, and Jungkook was with Taehyung, Jimin, and... Haewon.

You couldn't help but notice how she laughed at his jokes, sometimes standing very close to him, her hand accidentally touching his shoulder as she pointed to something on the horizon. Nothing too explicit, but your stomach would clench.

And he... he did nothing to stop it.

So you decided that instead of spoiling your nerves, you should at least enjoy your vacation. You went scuba diving with Namjoon and Hoseok, exploring the coral reefs, colorful and vibrant, like a cartoon. Hosok was joking a lot underwater, Namjoon was showing you something, and you were laughing even though no one could hear you. It was fun, really fun. But somewhere at the bottom of your heart, something else was boiling - disappointment, resentment, jealousy. And a desire for him, Jungkook, to finally do something.

But he didn't. He just watched. You felt his gaze on you again and again. When you laughed with Namjoon. When you grabbed Hosok's hand in the water. When you took off your goggles after diving and wiped the drops from your eyelashes.

But what was the point?

When the sun started to set, you went to admire the sunset. You wanted to take some photos, but your solitude didn't last long. Namjoon came over and handed you a glass of cold champagne.

"Thank you," you said and took a few sips.

"Taehyung said twenty more minutes and then we'll go home. Looks like the tuna dinner is postponed," Namjoon said with a smile, taking a sip of his champagne.

"They didn't catch any all day?" you asked ironically. Namjoon looked at you with a sly look.

"Jimin complained to me that “we scared the fish away with our scuba gear”."

You laughed, but you were outraged that Jimin had blamed you, Namjoon, and Hoseok for their failure.

"A bad craftsman blames the tools," you said ironically, and Namjoon burst out laughing, your expression making it even funnier.

You joked a little more, saying how such rich people didn't think to hire a diver to hook the tuna on their hooks. Then there was silence-not tense, but rather pleasantly calm.

"Is everything okay with you and Jungkook?" he suddenly asked. You felt a sense of déjà vu-this scene had happened before: the yacht, Namjoon, and the same question. You smiled without looking up.

"Yes, everything is fine. We're on vacation, and even in a relationship, sometimes you need a break from each other. We're together all the time, so it's enough that we share a room," you lie and are surprised at how easily it comes out of your mouth.

"You've two barely spoken since we met you in airport. And today you spent the whole day with me, I'm starting to get nervous that he'll think I have plans for you," Namjoon said, smiling.

You flinched a little... and at that moment, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, slide down to your stomach, and lock you in a hug. Jungkook's chest was pressed against your back. When you wanted to look back, he leaned down and touched his lips to your temple.

"Do you?" his voice vibrated right on your skin.

Namjoon - to his credit - did not flinch. He just slowly turned to Jungkook and smiled broadly.

"Of course not. What belongs to my little brother belongs to him alone."

Jungkook looked at him with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes, only a silent warning: ‘she is mine’. And Namjoon realized that.

"Oh, come on, Namjoon. It’s not like I’m going to be jealous of my girl because of you. I’m glad you two had a good talk. Seems like you’ve got a lot in common," Jungkook said gently.

But you felt a twinge of unease, knowing it wasn't true. It was obvious that Jungkook was jealous. And what hurt even more was that he had been avoiding you all day, and now he suddenly mentioned your "relationship" to mark you in front of Namjoon.

"I had to make sure," Namjoon said with a wink at Jungkook. Jungkook winked back and leaned into you. You felt his lips on your neck, his wet mark and his hot breath. Your heart was already racing at his closeness, and the fact that he kissed you in front of Namjoon made it almost explode.

"Jungkook…" you whispered awkwardly, hinting at the presence of his friend. But you knew he did it on purpose to show that you were his.

It worked, and Namjoon realized that he had to leave you two alone. He stepped away from the railing, cleared his throat and said:

"I'm going to go check if the tuna got caught on Taehyung's hook by accident."

You smiled, and Jungkook mumbled "uh-huh" over your head, still holding you in own arms. But as soon as Namjoon disappeared from view, he let you go. He took a step back, stood next to you... he didn't even look in your direction. You felt a wave of irritation.

"Decided to remember that I exist?" you couldn't help but ask. Jungkook turned his head to you, stared for a long few seconds, and then turned away indifferently.

"I decided to remind you that I exist," he said coldly. You immediately started shaking, but you tried to control your body. To do this, you grabbed the railing.

"You've been ignoring me all day..." you began indignantly, but he interrupted without even turning around.

"And you decided to find solace in Namjoon?"

You almost choked on your indignation. Your jaw clenched so tightly that it hurt.

"I wasn't looking for solace. I was just resting and talking to your friends. We're here so everyone will believe we're a couple," you said angrily but quietly so no one would hear you. Jungkook turned to you and smiled cheekily.

"Yeah, you had a good conversation. If I hadn't come over, maybe he would have already hugged you to keep you warm," he said, and you wanted to hit him.

"Is that why you came over? To pretend… that I’m yours… You kiss me in front of him like a dog marking his territory?!"

Jungkook straightened up sharply and took a step toward you, a storm in his eyes.

"You are mine, I don't need to pretend," he said with authority, towering over you. Your heart skipped a beat and your legs barely held you up, and you were happy to have held onto the rail all this time. His confidence pierced you to the bone. He said it as if you really belonged only to him. But you didn't. You're not his. And he is not yours.

"I'm not yours," you said, and the words cut through your ears. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something when an enthusiastic shout suddenly rang out over the deck:

"YES! HE CATCHED A TUNA!" It was Haewon, who was almost jumping for joy, and Taehyung, proudly holding his fishing rod, waving his hands to show the size of the fish. You both turned to shout, and then Jungkook gave you a quick glance and walked around to the happy Taehyung who was holding his well-deserved reward for the day.

Everyone was exhausted after a day spent actively on the water and the yacht. The ride back passed in silence. But it wasn’t fatigue that kept you quiet. And it wasn’t fatigue that lived in the silence between you and Jungkook. You sat next to each other in the car, but neither of you spoke after the small argument on the yacht.

He didn’t say a word even when you got back home. And when you entered the room to change and take a shower, the silence between you seemed to grow even thicker. He disappeared into the bathroom first, you followed after. When you came out of the shower, Jungkook was no longer in the room. You went downstairs and followed the sound of voices to the terrace.

The whole group had gathered around the table. The staff serving your villa were busy preparing dishes and the tuna Taehyung had caught. Jungkook stood not far from the table, talking with Hoseok and Jimin. The three of them were laughing hard at something. Your gaze lingered on Jungkook’s laughing face, and then you made your way to the table. You knew he’d noticed your presence, but just like the entire day, he stubbornly ignored you. And it was driving you mad.

You sat in the same seat you had yesterday at dinner next to Namjoon. Whether on purpose or not, you couldn’t tell anymore. You knew Jungkook was jealous of Namjoon, but you needed company to ease the tension he had created. Namjoon was the only one among them with whom you felt most comfortable.

When dinner was ready, everyone sat down. Jungkook sat next to you, but he didn’t seem as cold as he had been a few minutes earlier when you arrived. He pulled his chair closer to yours, so close his knee almost touched yours. You caught him staring at you often, but now it was you who ignored him. What was happening between you two was bothering you deeply, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak about it. You thought that if you reached out again, he would turn away.

He silently handed you a plate, poured you some wine, and then placed his hand on the back of your chair the touch was subtle, but it consumed you the whole evening. And yet, it wasn’t enough. Not enough to forget how he ignored you. Not enough to ignore his behavior. So, you drank. A sip then another. And another. You laughed louder at Namjoon’s jokes, leaned in closer when you were discussing something, and acted like you didn’t notice Jungkook’s eyes darkening with every minute.

As the evening slowly scattered the group around different parts of the yard someone went to the pool, someone went to get more wine Namjoon stood up, apologizing that he had to take a call, and walked toward the firepit. You were left alone with Jungkook. He kept eating, and you, casting a quick glance at him, poured yourself more wine — half a glass. You drank it in one go. And reached to pour more.

Jungkook silently leaned in and took the glass from your hand.

"Give it back," you said, your eyes flashing with irritation.

"You’ve had enough," he replied shortly. "Everyone’s already noticed how hard you’re trying to get drunk."

"I don’t care what they think. Give me my glass," you snapped. He didn’t say a word, just looked straight into your eyes, then turned away.

That was the last straw. You leaned in closer and hissed in his face:

"Who the hell do you think you are to decide how much I can drink?!"

He slowly turned back. Your faces were almost touching.

"I’m your boyfriend. That’s why I get to decide how much you drink," he said in a low voice that sent chills down your spine.

For a moment, you froze at his words and the tone he used. But then, regaining yourself quickly, you laughed right in his face.

"Fake boyfriend. So you don’t get to decide anything," you said loudly and turned away. Jungkook quickly glanced around to make sure no one was nearby.

"Do you even hear yourself right now?" he asked, leaning in close, his voice threatening. You just gave him a side glance and reached for the wine bottle.

He grabbed your wrist sharply and pulled you to your feet.

"Come."

"Let go!" you shouted, trying to break free. You didn’t care about the curious stares now directed your way. But Jungkook didn’t seem to hear, dragging you toward the house. As soon as you entered, you almost bumped into Jimin coming out of the kitchen.

"Where are you two going?" he asked in surprise.

"We’ll be right back," Jungkook muttered and didn’t stop, dragging you farther despite your protests. His grip was strong, like he had broken off a chain.

Once you entered the room, he finally let go and slammed the door shut.

"What the hell are you doing?" his voice was angry. You froze, a bit stunned.

"What I’m doing?" you asked, confused.

"Shit! You’ve been driving me insane all day. Hanging around Namjoon, making my head explode, and now you’re running your mouth. What if someone heard you call me a fake boyfriend?! Do you even think with your head?" Jungkook was nearly shouting. You had never seen him this angry. But his words lit a fire in you twice as strong. You were ready to explode.

"Are you out of your mind?" you raised your voice. "You ignored me the whole day, acted like words cost money, and now you’re throwing accusations at me?!"

Jungkook looked into your eyes, and there was fire burning in them.

"You did it on purpose. You wanted me to be jealous," he snapped.

You froze again, your mouth slightly open. You didn’t mean to make him jealous the truth was, Namjoon had just been the closest one to you at the time.

"You’re insane! I wasn’t trying to make you jealous. I was just talking to someone. And if you’re jealous, that’s your problem. We’re not a real couple," you said, your voice growing quieter. After a short pause, you added, remembering how he called you his on the yacht, "And I don’t belong to you. So keep your emotions to yourself."

Jungkook stepped closer, and you had to force yourself not to back away.

"You’ve really driven me crazy, Y/N," he said, stopping very close. You hadn’t even noticed how your breathing had quickened. "I’m fucking jealous of you like hell. I’m jealous of everything. Even the air you breathe if it’s not in my lungs."

Your heart skipped a beat, your stomach clenched. You were shocked by the honesty in his words… and terrified by how you reacted to them. Because the truth was you liked hearing that. You were glad he cared. But you had to keep your dignity, so you made your voice as indifferent as you could.

"Be as jealous as you want, but you need to know that it’s over between us. Just the deal and only if you can handle it within a month."

You tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your elbow and pushed you against the wall, pinning you with his body. You expected to hit your head from the sudden movement, but his hand was there, behind your head, softening the impact.

Jungkook leaned in so close, there was almost no space left between you.

"You’re testing my patience, kitten. And if you don’t want me to be jealous—stay away from Namjoon. I’ll allow you to greet and say goodbye from a distance. That’s it."

You stared at his lips, felt the heat of his body, and realized how much you missed this. You wanted to kiss him, but his words snapped you back.

"What do you mean you allow me? Are you out of your mind? I’m not your damn pet!" you said sharply, your eyes locking with his. His gaze wasn’t angry anymore it was hungry.

Jungkook ran his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, never looking away from you. His eyes burned, but the fire was no longer rage — it was desire. Deep and raw, the kind that had built up for far too long. He leaned closer, but stopped just a breath away from your lips.

"Maybe you’re not my pet…" he whispered, his breath hot against your mouth, "…but you’re mine."

Your back pressed against the wall, your breathing uneven, your heart pounding so loud it felt like he could hear it. You wanted to say something cutting anything, but your tongue betrayed you. So you said nothing. Neither did he. Just the sound of your heavy breathing filled the space between you.

Jungkook inhaled the scent of your perfume, the same one that had messed with his head since the first night. His fingers slid down from your arm, brushing your waist, then your buttocks and stopped. He squeezed it, hard enough for you to feel how much he was holding back.

"Don’t tell me you don’t feel this…" His voice was rough, thick with pain and desire. "Don’t tell me you’re not drawn to me."

You tried to smile. Defiantly. And not completely successfully. Because there was too much truth in your eyes.

"I…" you began, but your tongue tangled again. Because he leaned in closer and touched your nose with the tip of his. Softly. Almost gently.

"Lie to me and I’ll kiss you," he whispered, and you couldn’t hold it you laughed, nervously, hotly. And in the same moment, he pressed you harder and stole your breath with a kiss.

It wasn’t the kiss of a jealous boyfriend. It was the kiss of a man who was tired of holding back. Hot, dominant, merciless. His tongue slid between your lips, demanding, exploring, tempting. You didn’t resist. Finally you answered just the same. With fury, passion, the hunger you had been building up for so long.

His lips moved to your neck. And even though everything inside you screamed that it shouldn’t happen, your body had already betrayed your mind. You grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

"I hate when you do that…" you whispered, breathless, "…when you say I’m yours, like you have the right."

"I do," he muttered back, not lifting his mouth from your skin.

His hands confidently slid over your thighs, your ass, pressing you into his groin. Your hearts were pounding wildly his in his chest, yours in your throat.

Jungkook lifted his head and met your gaze. His eyes no longer showed anger, or pain, or control. Only desire.

He pushed off the wall, grabbed your thighs, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, gripping his shirt uncontrollably.

Jungkook carried you to the dresser standing nearby and sat you down on it. You sat, but immediately felt, he had no intention of stopping. His hands went up your legs, spreading them without ceremony. In his eyes gleamed such hungry determination that you reached for him yourself for his collar, his neck, for those lips that had just taken your breath away. You didn’t want to resist anymore. You couldn’t.

His fingers slipped under your light summer dress, the one you picked for dinner, and now you were glad you didn’t wear too much clothes. Your skin flamed from his shameless, bold touch between your legs. He didn’t ask for permission. Because he already knew the answer. Because he felt how your body trembled under his hands.

"Mine. And from now on you need to understand that clearly," he said, his bass vibrating against your neck, then left marks like ownership signs.

"Kook…" you called him. And his insides fluttered. He loved it when you called him that. Jungkook slid a finger inside you, fucking you with it. He leaned toward your lips, and you could feel his hot breath.

Your wetness and moans aroused him to the maximum. He kissed you desperately and passionately, showing you that you would never be enough for him.

You moaned into his mouth, enjoying the kisses and his fingers between your legs. But was it enough for you? Absolutely not.

You ran your fingers down the side of his T-shirt, grabbing the edge and pulling it up, signaling him to take it off. Jungkook obeyed, pulling his fingers out of you at the same moment and in one deft motion, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfect torso with your favorite tattoos.

You looked at him greedily, and he couldn't stay away from you for long, so he came up and joined your lips in another kiss.

His kiss was even hotter, even deeper, like a fire that could not be extinguished. Jungkook bit into your lips as if he wanted to leave a mark on them. His hands never stopped exploring you as if it was the first time and the last time at the same time. He took off your dress, throwing it haphazardly on the floor somewhere.

You were left in your bra and thong, which blocked his view of your most private parts.

He pulled away from you for just a moment to remove the belt from his jeans. His gaze slid down your body and he could barely contain himself when he saw how beautiful you were for him.

"Fuck... You don't even know what you're doing to me..." he muttered, his voice sounding desperate mixed with desire.

Your fingers slid over his chest, down to his stomach, and when you touched the waistband of his jeans, Jungkook held his breath. You opened his jeans and pulled them down to the top of his thighs, leaving his boxers on. You pulled him to you and kissed him, filling his mouth with your tongue first. Your free hand went under his boxers. Your palm found his hard cock. You touched your finger to the head of his cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum. At your touch, Jungkook's cock twitched.

You heard him letting go your buttocks and pull down your boxers so you could better move your hand around his cock.

When Jungkook pulled them down, his cock lay easily in your hand, and you jerked him off without breaking the absolutely crazy, hungry kiss. Jungkook moaned into your mouth, and you adored those sounds. His moaning is the sexiest thing in the world.

His moans under your touch made you tremble even more than his tongue. His breathing was getting deeper, heavier, and when your palm came away, Jungkook rested his forehead on your shoulder, gripping your waist as if that would hold back what was coming from inside.

"You don't have the fucking right to do this so well..." he breathed out, pressing even closer, gritting his teeth to keep from breaking down too soon.

But you wanted him to snap. You wanted him to lose control. You wanted him to forget about everything but you. And you were already losing your head.

He pushed back a little, just to look at you, his eyes half closed, but glistening with excitement, with the fierce tension between you. His hand touched your neck again, went down to your chest, brazenly pulled off your bra, freeing your breasts, which he immediately grabbed with his hot palm, hard, rough, just as you wanted.

He smacked his lips against your nipple, his tongue and teeth forcing you to clutch at his hand even harder.

"Kook... please..." you moaned, unable to hold back or play at self-control any longer. He looked at you with a wild glint in his eye, as if he had already lost touch with reality.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, breathing heavily. You stopped the hand holding his cock in your hand.

"Yes," you said firmly as he looked into your eyes, "Fuck me," your voice was hoarse, broken, you were burning up inside. And this time you didn't hide it.

Jungkook smiled triumphantly. His fingers rubbed your buttocks, pulling you closer to him. He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist again. You could feel his aroused cock pressing against your pussy through the fabric of your underwear.

Jungkook carried you over to the bed and laid you on it. You squeezed your legs together, raising yourself up on your elbows to watch him quickly remove the rest of his clothes. When he was completely naked, he reached into your underwear, also wanting you to be completely naked as soon as possible.

You looked at his face, illuminated only by the street lights, and couldn't stop thinking how beautiful he was in your eyes. You were afraid that you had already fallen in love with him. You were scared that it could happen and you didn't know what to do about it.

But Jungkook didn't give you time to think about it. His hands tore the last piece of cloth off you, and Jungkook hovered over you, pausing for a moment. He stared at your face-at all its lines, at those half-open lips, the dilated pupils, the sparkle in your eyes.

"You're too beautiful..." he whispered and kissed you, this time softly, as an antonym to what had just happened. As if he was apologizing. As if he was proving that he would do anything for you.

His palm ran up the inside of your thigh while the other was already wrapped around his hard flesh. And then he spread your legs wider.

"Look at me," he said. And when you looked up, he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance and eagerly, somewhat abruptly entered you, wanting to be inside as soon as possible.

You arched your back and squeezed his shoulders, moaning too loudly. He filled you completely, deeply, greedily, as if he was searching for something long lost in you.

Jungkook froze inside for a second, feeling every millimeter. And you felt his hands begin to tremble. He looked you in the eyes, not blinking, not hiding.

"Don't even think about pushing me away anymore. I can't live without you," he breathed out. Your stomach filled with thousands of butterflies, and you couldn't hold back the emotion of that moment.

Jungkook started to move. At first, slowly, rhythmically, concentrated, as if he was studying you from the inside. He saw your tears and it was driving him crazy. You felt every movement, it was nice, and your tears intensified any feelings that were just tearing you up inside.

Jungkook stopped for a moment and leaned down to hug you, putting his elbows on the sides of your face. He leaned over and licked one of your tears away and you almost suffocated from that. When he did, he immediately kissed you under the eye, as if to erase the traces of tears.

You ran your fingernails over the skin on his back, and he brought his lips closer to yours.

"I never want to see your tears again. Only tears of happiness," he whispered.

You smiled and a new batch of tears spilled uncontrollably from your eyes and you confessed:

"They are tears of happiness."

Jungkook gave a push with his hips and you felt euphoric.

"Then why are they so bitter?" he asked. But he didn't let you answer, because he started moving, lifting your hips higher so that he could go as deep as possible.

You stopped crying, replacing your tears with moans of pleasure. Your hips were lifting themselves to meet him. You wanted more. Faster. Deeper.

And he gave it to you. His moved quickened. Wilder, hungrier. His body slammed into you, shattering all vestiges of sanity.

He grabbed your arms, pinned you to the bed, covering your face with kisses. His moans sounded in your ears, mingling with yours.

"So hot... so tight..." he murmured, kissing your neck, chest, lips, and didn't stop.

And when you felt your orgasm coming, he plunged deep into you and stayed there, as if he knew it was going to happen.

"Kook..." you didn't know what you wanted to say. But he heard you. And he responded - with his body. With his movement. With everything.

The orgasm hit you like a storm. You screamed, clutching him, biting his shoulder, losing control. And he-he couldn't stand it either. He came out of you in the last seconds, spilling onto your stomach. His heavy breathing echoed in your ears. He held himself up in his arms, above you, trembling. You could see his heart beating furiously against his chest, just like yours.

Jungkook finally calmed down and just laid on top of you, and you almost screamed as you felt his cum spreading between your bodies.

"Jungkook!" you protested, but he didn't answer your protests. He leaned down and kissed you gently, enjoying your lips.

When he was satisfied, he parted your lips.

"Don't make me jealous of you," he said seriously. You raised your eyebrows.

"I didn't make you jealous. If you don't want another man to make me laugh or spend a lot of time with me, don't ignore me," you argued.

"I had to give you some space. You didn't want to be closer to me if it not necessary," he said, using your words. Again.

You rolled your eyes, looking away, but felt him grab your cheeks, turning your head toward him.

"Don't roll your beautiful eyes at me here. I always do everything for you."

You looked at him and realized this only now. In fact, everything he does was as you asked, but more often than not, it ended up being the way he wanted it. You smiled between the cheeks he squeezed with his fingers. He smiled back and kissed you. You responded willingly.

Jungkook got off you and sat down next to you. You wanted to wash off the sticky cum on your stomach as soon as possible.

"Let's go take a shower and go down to the others. I think they're waiting for us." Jungkook got out of bed and picked you up, which made you suddenly scream. And without letting you take a step, he carried you into the bathroom.

The next day was a day of pleasure. After a stormy night that blurred the lines between desire and feelings, you woke up in Jungkook's arms. He silently kissed the top of your head, as if recognizing that something had changed. You didn't talk about the "agreement". You pretended that everything was back to normal, but you could feel this slight tension between you.

Saturday's activities were similar to yesterday's. You spent almost half a day on the yacht. You swam, jumped off the deck, competed to see who could stay underwater the longest, and then laid on the deck chairs, drank cold wine, and talked about everything but work. Today, Jungkook didn't leave your side a single step. You were constantly holding hands, hugging, and even kissing when you thought no one was looking.

When you returned to the villa around six in the evening to change for the evening and the restaurant, Jungkook became nervous. You came out of the bathroom and saw him talking on the phone on the terrace. Jungkook came into the room and you saw that he was breathing rapidly and his expression was irritated, even angry. But when you asked him what was wrong, he just brushed it off lightly, kissed you on the lips, and went to the bathroom.

So when everyone was ready, you went to an expensive restaurant overlooking the ocean. You rented the whole terrace so that no one would disturb you. It was illuminated by the soft light of lanterns that reflected in the waves. Tables with snow-white tablecloths, elegant jazz that was barely audible from the speakers. You sat for a long, long time. You talked, laughed, drank expensive wine and something stronger. You toasted friendship, freedom, and love that happens unexpectedly.

It was after two in the morning when Taehyung, walking around the terrace with a glass in his hand, came across an advertising poster. His eyes sparkled, and his voice sounded too happy:

"Wedding on the beach? Open around the clock?! Who wants to get married?!"

But everyone was scattered around the terrace, and Taehyung called out to everyone, staggering slightly on his feet. You all came together to examine the advertisement for a beach wedding ceremony.

"It’s like the ones in Las Vegas," Namjoon said, moving closer to read the text. But he almost couldn’t because the letters were blurry in his eyes from the alcohol.

"It's obvious who needs to be married," Jimin suddenly spoke up. Everyone looked at him in unison, not realizing who he was talking about. You were standing in Jungkook's arms, and if it weren't for his hands, you might have fallen. The world was turning upside down in your eyes, and you couldn't think straight at all.

"Who?" you asked for everyone. Jimin looked surprised, but being drunk, it was funny.

"You and Jungkook," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You laughed, as did Jungkook.

"Married?" you giggled, and then continued to laugh, "If the media finds out, I'll be hated even more on the Internet. Have you seen what they wrote when they found out about our relationship?" everyone started to reassure you that who cares what the netizens think, the main thing is the love between you. When the voices quieted down a bit, Jungkook held you close, kissing your neck.

"I will find anyone who says a word against you. And I will make them pay. Expensively." he promised. You laughed again, thinking that this man wanted to try do something impossible.

Hoseok quietly covered his face with his hands:

"God... they are the sweetest. I'm about to cry. You guys are perfect."

Taehyung jumped to the waiter:

"Order a ceremony on the beach! We want to marry these two young people!"

Without further ado, the waiter told him that the administrator was in charge of organizing the ceremony. The guy Taehyung asked said he would call him right away.

A few minutes later, the administrator came up to you and asked who to order the ceremony for, and whether you needed a dress, a suit, and rings.

"Order me the most expensive things. A dress for my fiancée, a suit for me, and the most expensive rings, I'll pay for everything." Jungkook spoke slowly so that his every word could be understood. You laughed at his seriousness and his desire to show off that he had the money, and his friends supported him with whistles and applause.

The receptionist clarified a few more questions and said she would be there when the ceremony arrived at the beach.

Forty minutes later, a mobile wedding ceremony arrived — just like in Las Vegas, with all the entourage: an arch, flowers, music, and even an improvised "marriage officiant." Haewon was dragging you into the room to change. You could hardly stand, you were laughing, you almost fell several times, but Haewon held your hand, helped you with the dress, saying seriously:

"You're going to be such a beautiful bride."

She put on you an off-the-shoulder silk dress with a lace back and thin sequins that sparkled in the light of the garlands. You were barefoot, with ankle bracelets like a sea goddess. Haewon gently fixed your hair and handed you a bouquet of white lily.

You didn't even realize what was happening around you. But this fake wedding was a fun adventure. If you had drunk one less bottle of wine, you would never have agreed to get married, even a fake one.

You were escorted to the arch by Hoseok, the oldest among you, serious and touched.

Jungkook stood swaying slightly, his hands behind his back, in a black and white suit made of thin fabric, without a tie, but with the top button of his shirt undone. His hair was slightly tousled, his eyes black and serious.

When you approached, you giggled and whispered:

"You’re an incredibly handsome groom."

Jungkook pulled you against him, gripping your waist and burning your ear with his hot breath.

"It’s so hot in this," he said. You laughed, covering your mouth. "But you’re much more hot in that white dress. Fuck, I have the most beautiful bride in the world. I can’t wait to take that dress off you… And you’ll remember our first wedding night for the rest of your life."

You laughed again, feeling a wave of excitement.

You had to pull away from each other because the music started and the master of ceremonies spoke:

"We are gathered on this starry night to witness the union of two hearts - free, wild, and... a little drunk."

There was laughter behind you, and you and Jungkook laughed at the joke.

"Before, you will belong to each other, take these rings as a symbol of your eternal love and say the vows that you will carry through your lives. Speak sincerely, as your soul feels. Confess your innermost feelings and promise only what you can fulfill."

You were given wedding rings and you took each other's rings.

"Please, the groom first," the master of ceremonies invited.

Jungkook smiled, took your hand and his, held the ring to your finger, and said:

"I promise to be the one who will hold you on your worst days... and undress you on your best. You are my weakness. And you are my strength. From today, I am yours. All of me. No strings attached. Without fear." He slowly put the ring on his finger, and even in the state of alcohol intoxication, you felt your heart ache, and a wave of incomprehensible emotions burst out.

You lifted his hand and looking into his black eyes, which were shining with alcohol, said your promise:

"I promise not to disappear, even if I'm afraid. I promise to be your home when the world is against us. And if everything goes wrong tomorrow, I will still be with you." You also put the ring on his hand and he squeezed your fingers, not taking his loving gaze off you.

The voice from the other side was almost inaudible to you:

"You have just promised each other to be real. It's not an accident - it's your choice. By mutual consent... I now pronounce you husband and wife! Put your signatures on the certificate."

You put your signatures on the electronic wedding certificate (a kind of souvenir, but it looked like a real one) and the master of ceremonies invited you to kiss to seal the marriage.

Everyone around you shouted with joy and you and Jungkook kissed. You felt him confidently hugging you around the waist, his lips capturing you in a deep, long, loving kiss.

And then you had to celebrate the wedding! Dancing on the sand, toast after toast, music, kisses, laughter... At about five in the morning, you returned to the villa, barely able to stand.

Jungkook took you in his arms like a real man, carrying you carefully, as if you were a fragile work of art. He stopped at the door of the room and asked:

"Are you ready for our wedding night, my wife?"

"Let's see what you're capable of, in this state of mind, my husband."

Jungkook smiled slyly. He will prove to you that alcohol is not an obstacle for him to love you well.

The door closed behind you. The room was immersed in warm, dim light, and the sound of the sea waves crashing on the shore could be heard from the open window, as if to soothe you. Your body still remembered the dancing on the sand, the champagne and his touch... but now everything was calm. Almost holy.

Jungkook put you on your feet, but didn't let go. His hands remained on your waist, big and warm. You were wearing a white dress, tattered, a little exhausted from laughing and wine, but his eyes were as if he were seeing an angel.

"You are my wife..." he whispered, his lips barely touching your forehead.

"And you're my husband..." you smiled, inhaling the scent of his skin, perfume, and salt sea.

He took off your earrings, carefully, gently. His fingers slid to your shoulders and slowly moved the straps of your dress. It slipped down, leaving you almost naked, wearing only lace underwear. He ran his fingers over your collarbone, slowly, wanting to memorize it.

"You're so beautiful..." Jungkook breathed out.

He pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours. His breath mingled with yours, and his breathing quickened. At first he kissed you gently, respectfully. But there was something more in that kiss, something urgent. His lips became hungry, demanding, and his arms tightened around your body.

He picked you up again and laid you down on the bed, kissing your neck, chest, stomach...

Jungkook took off his jacket and shirt and grabbed your underwear. He took off your panties with pleasure and put them to his nose. He breathed in your scent, kissed them, and just threw them on the floor. You smiled in embarrassment, and a sly smile played in his eyes.

Jungkook leaned down and kissed you, filling your mouth with his tongue, but it felt like he was filling every cell in your body.

Jungkook moved from his lips to your neck, his kisses moved to your breasts, which he paid due attention to, kissing each one in turn. And then he went down to your spread legs, licking own lips.

His gaze was hellishly hot. He stood between your thighs and ran his fingers from your knee to the inside of your thigh, causing goosebumps all over your body. Jungkook's lips finally touched your pussy, lightly, almost innocently at first. And then... deeper, bolder. His tongue moved confidently, rhythmically, as if he knew all your desires before you did.

He savored you completely, greedily, as if he had been starving for years. He was focused, as if it was the most important thing in the world. And for him, it really was. Your pleasure was his victory.

"That's it, kitten..." he whispered, "give me more. It's so good..."

Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging at it as a wave of pleasure began to wash over you. You moved your hips, but Jungkook stopped you by squeezing them tighter. He continued to lick your clit, and when he felt you were close, he pressed down, sucking your center completely.

Your body arched to meet him. You clutched the sheets, unable to hold back your moan. Jungkook didn't stop until your legs trembled, until you cried out his name like a prayer. Only then did he stand up, lick his lips as if savoring you, and smile in a way that ignited an even greater fire in you.

He didn't even bother to to undress completely his clothes to fuck you. Jungkook leaned in again, kissing you so deeply that you felt every nerve in your body tense. His fingers slid over your hips, your stomach, and when you whispered, "Please..." he paused, looking straight into your eyes.

"Beg your husband better, kitten," he said slyly.

"Please, Kook, I need you," you begged, breathing fast. Jungkook looked at you for a moment, then got off the bed and shed his tight pants and boxers.

His big, hard cock was erect. All you wanted when you saw him was for him to enter you. This desire made the moisture between your legs stand out more abundantly.

Jungkook crawled over, opened your legs, and put the tip of his cock against your swollen clit. He ran it up and down and you moaned at the blissful sensation.

"Come in," you begged, realizing that that was not enough.

"Beg for more kitten, I love hearing that," he continued to drive his tip until you felt the orgasm between your legs building again.

"Fuck..." you got out. "Kook... just fucking come in inside me," you couldn't stop yourself.

Jungkook smiled, low, husky, almost mocking. He did it a few more times, then took his cock away from your folds and leaned against the entrance. He lifted your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and entered you with one sharp and painful jerk, making you scream.

Jungkook froze, closing his eyes, barely holding back from the tightness of your pussy. Fuck, it's always so tight in here, like he's never been here before. Jungkook put his knees against your buttocks, lifting you up a little higher. He kissed your ankle and made a slow, careful movement. You raised your eyebrows, feeling both pleasure and pain at the same time.

His moan merged with yours. He began to move and his movements became more confident, rhythmic. He held your hips, pulled in and out again, each time causing a wave of pleasure in you.

"Yes... more, please..." you whispered, and he granted your request — faster, deeper, on the verge of euphoria. He held you close to him, as if he wanted to merge with you into a single whole.

And then he abruptly pulled out of you. You managed to get up, surprised, but he was already turning you on your side. One leg remained on the bed, the other he held and lifted. His cock was at your entrance again - and again a sharp, deep thrust.

"That's it... Hear that? That's the sound of our wedding night, kitten..." he growled, holding your hip and breast at the same time. You could feel him filling you completely, your body shuddering with every stroke of his hips. And the sinful sounds of your sex excited your whole being.

You moaned and held onto his hand until he stopped again.

"Do you want more?" whispers Jungkook, licking your shoulder.

"Yes..." you gasped, barely breathing.

"Then get down on all fours for your man, angel."

Your body obediently moved to a new position - on your knees, your hands resting on the bed. You felt his hands spreading your buttocks, and he stood behind you again. Now it was even deeper, even rougher, and it made your lips fly off:

"Fuck... that feels so good."

You moaned loudly, your head and hands resting on the sheet. He moved fast, hard, catching a rhythm that made the bed shake and your breath get lost among your moans. His hips hit your buttocks with a dull sound, and you could do nothing more than accept him - your man - completely, every thrust, every sigh.

Jungkook leaned down, biting your shoulder, and then straightened up again, watching you tremble beneath him.

"Ready again?" his voice was husky, excited.

"No..." you said, "Please let me cum," you begged.

"Not yet, kitten, I haven't had enough," he said, starting to move sharply and deeply inside you. You gripped the sheet tighter, biting your lip to keep from screaming more loud, because the windows and the door to the terrace were open.

His hand went down to touch your clit, stimulating you along with his deep thrusts. Your orgasm began to build stronger than ever.

"Kook...!" you exclaimed, shaking your whole body as you came. You moaned out a long groan, but even then he didn't stop. While you were shuddering in post-orgasmic convulsions, he pulled out and turned you back onto your back again.

"One more time... the last time. I want to look into your eyes when you cum with me."

He entered you slowly, bending your legs at the knees and pressing them against his body, and then began to move with wild passion. He squeezed you, his hands on your body, pushed his cock deep inside you, reaching your uterus, and you almost went crazy.

"Enough," you moaned. You pressed your hands against his sweaty body. But he didn't hear you, he was ruthlessly fucking you with his cock as if he wasn't tired at all. It was too much for you. "Kook... I can't... Stop," you begged.

"Not long yet," he said breathlessly. But you really couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop," you screamed. Jungkook stopped without leaving your side. You were both breathing heavily. You could barely keep your eyes open. He looked at you for a moment and then leaned down, taking your air from your lungs. His tongue entered your mouth, and you couldn't help but respond to this greedy kiss. It was as if Jungkook had really gone crazy. You had never had such intense sex and you had already cum twice, you wanted him to cum as soon as possible.

Jungkook straightened up, and he didn't leave you. You gasped for air as if you were forced to be underwater and for breath. He touched your breasts, squeezing them. You felt him twitching inside you.

"Kook, do you have a conscience?" you asked exhausted.

"Not when it comes to you — no," he said with a smile as he lowered himself onto you. He propped up your buttocks with one leg and straightened the other, penetrating as deeply as he could, and you felt him get harder, stretching your walls more. Jungkook filled the entire space, leaning down to your lips. "Did you rest, my love?"

You almost fainted from the nickname, so it sounded more special this time.

"I..." you wanted to say that you were not ready, you didn’t rest, but he touched your lips, kissing them quickly, and at the end he even bit them.

"I've been waiting patiently. Can I keep moving now?" he asked, and you didn't close your eyes, enjoying his voice.

"Okay..." you let him, and your words are followed by a push that knocks the air out of your lungs. Then there's another, and another. Jungkook slides his hand under your knee, spreading your legs wider to make it easier to fuck you.

Now that he was holding you so wide, you felt completely open, vulnerable, but at the same time belonging only to him. His gaze was dark, wild, hungry, and each new thrust pierced you to the very core.

"Fuck, that feels so good... Take me to the last, my love," he wheezed, pressing into you to the last millimeter. His sweaty, hot body pressed against yours, and you felt your insides begin to contract again. The orgasm was building, burning everything inside you, and you couldn't speak anymore, only moaning, calling out his name over and over again.

"Kook... Kook... please..."

"I know, I can feel it..." he whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek. His strokes became deeper, faster, each stroke as if memorized by your body. "Come for me, my love... I want you to come looking into my eyes."

His fingers were back on your clit, pressing gently, teasing. You arched your back, pressing into the mattress, and your vision went dark for a moment as your orgasm washed over you in a powerful wave. Your body clenched as if you'd dissolved into it completely.

Jungkook groaned, feeling your convulsions around him. His movements became uncontrollable, deep, and last.

"Fuck... me too...cum…" he breathed out, pressing into you once more, tightly, brutally. And at that very moment, he released himself too, his body trembling, his chest heaving, and a moan escaping from the depths of his throat.

He stayed inside you for a moment longer, lying on top of you, and holding himself with his hands so as not to crush you with his weight. Your bodies trembled in unison - tired, satisfied, tangled in the sheets and in each other.

Jungkook lifted his head with effort and smiled, seeing that he had just destroyed you.

"This is usually where brides and grooms declare their love," he joked. You couldn't even say a word or smile. Fatigue completely filled your body. Jungkook leaned down to your ear. His lips touched your lobe and he whispered. "I think I'm really in love."

You barely opened your eyes. You couldn't fully comprehend what he had just said.

"You can't..." you whispered, hugging his strong body.

"I can," he said, firmly. "I have for a long time," he admitted.

"Kook..." you whispered. Your mind was confused, you were very tired, and you just wanted to fall asleep.

Jungkook came out of you. He gently put you under the covers and sat down next to you.

"Sleep, wifey, we'll talk about everything in the morning."

You closed your eyes, steadying your breathing, and then fell asleep after some time you even didn’t hearing him pull you closer.

You forced your eyes open, and immediately squinted against the sunlight that was coming through the curtains. You slowly felt Jungkook's body hugging you from behind, his warm breath touching your shoulder. But at the same time, you felt a sharp pain in your head, like after a very long, noisy night. You moved and Jungkook moved behind you, sensing that you were awake. He groaned in pain, his head hurt too.

You lifted your arm to open the sheet, because the room was hot. But Jungkook didn't want you to move, because then his head would hurt more. He put his hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers so that you wouldn't move. But suddenly he felt a wedding ring on your finger.

He lifted your palm and you both froze looking at your hands. You both had rings.

"What that?" Jungkook wheezed somewhere near your ear.

"Wedding rings," you said, just as low, not recognizing your own voice. Jungkook let go of your hand and stared at his wedding ring. You turned to him, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"Why are we wearing wedding rings?" he asked, completely oblivious. You lay stretched, covering your face with your hand. Your pulse was pounding in your temples, and the pain made it impossible to think straight. But fragments of the night were in your head. You was able to remember the ceremony on the beach.

"I think it's those beach ceremonies," you said without opening your face. "Like in Las Vegas, like a fake wedding," you recalled Namjoon saying.

Jungkook looked at you and then smiled slyly.

"So we're married," he said, and you took your hand away from your eyes, seeing that he was smiling slyly.

"Gosh," you grumble, sitting up straight and covering your bare chest with a sheet, "It's a good thing this isn't a real wedding, or it would have been a disaster."

Jungkook pinches your ass and you hiss, turning to him. He laughs.

"I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you," he says defiantly. You tap him lightly on the abs, which makes him tense.

"Shut up, Jeon. Don't touch me, my head is falling apart." you complain to him. He put his hand on your back and began to stroke it soothingly.

"I have a headache too, don't scream so much kitten," he said and suddenly his phone vibrated somewhere on the floor. Jungkook stood up, not even covering himself, and you saw his erect cock and yelled at him to put on his underwear. Jungkook joked that it would be better if you helped him calm down, but you ducked under the covers, hiding.

Jungkook put on his boxers and found the phone that was ringing and almost on the last ring, he picked up the phone.

"Yes?" he answered Manager Lee, who turned out to be calling.

"Hello Jungkook-nim," he greeted.

"Hi," Jungkook replied briefly as he sat down next to you. He found your foot under the blanket and began to stroke it.

"A question," Lee said.

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed.

"Jungkook-nim, why did you get married without telling me?"

Jungkook froze, and you froze, too, with horror in your eyes. Jungkook turned his face to you and you looked at each other in fright.

"Today I came to work and received the mail at the reception. I was sorting through the letters and found a marriage certificate, with Han Y/N. It's registered with the Jeju City Administration."

Jungkook couldn't say a word, and neither could you. You both froze, looking at each other, and even the painful headache and fatigue receded, giving way to panic.

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