INTRODUCTION:

Trope- Forbidden x Age Gap

Characters- Jeon Jungkook & Y/n

Title- "To all the girls who think Daddy f*ks better than his son."

Mood- Intense, Forbidden, Undeniable Lust

It’s been a year since my breakup with Sam. Since I saw him stuffing his face into some other girl’s p*ssy. On my birthday. On my bed. I was hurt, sad and broken to pieces. The special day for me suddenly became worst day. I didn’t hear from him after that incident till I heard that he was marrying that girl, from his father who also happens to be my boss. Jeon Jungkook.

But I pulled myself together, I went to their wedding and moved on. Sometimes accepting things is best. But what I didn’t expect was that the one who will comfort me would be none other Jungkook. There were times when I and Jungkook had to spend some time because of work. We went on business trips where he always made me feel heard, cherished and cared for me. He makes me feel things I never felt. Maybe that’s why I was attracted to him even before I knew he was Sam’s dad. All I knew was that he was my boss who was divorced and had a son, never expected it to be Sam.

The tension between us has only grew since my breakup. As if he has now the permission to come closer, to ruin me, to love me. And I think he has…the permission.

Today after coming from office I decided to go for a walk, I was in my hoodie and denim shorts and it was raining and it was night I was just walking around the city there was no one walking on the sidewalk and there were some cars on the road.

A car slows down, pulling over to the side of the road. Jungkook gets out of the car and starts walking towards me, despite the rain. His tall figure is imposing in the dim streetlight.

“What are you doing here?”

Ignoring my question he catches up to me quickly, his hand suddenly grabbing my arm to stop me from moving. His grip is firm but not painful. I can see the rain soaking through his expensive suit jacket. His cold blue eyes meet mine intensely under the streetlight. "Get in the car."

"I'm fine." I said pulling away from him.

"It's freezing and it's raining." He says tightly, watching me pull my hoodie tighter around me. "Do you always walk around at night dressed like that?" He adds sharply, taking in my casual clothes. His eyes lower to my bare legs, unprotected from the cold.

I snort. “No…I wear wedding dress when I go for a walk.” I whispered being sarcastic.

He pulled me to him. “Do not talk back. I’m your boss.”

“Not here…Jungkook I'm fine. Please just go." I said before walking.

Jungkook watches me walk away, his jaw tight. "Goddamn stubborn woman." He mutters under his breath. He sees my pants getting wetter with each step, my hair plastered to my face from the rain. He runs a hand down his face, then unthinkingly takes off his jacket.

He catches up to me again, this time throwing his expensive suit jacket over my shoulders. It's warm from his body heat and smells like his cologne. He ignores my surprised gasp as he grabs my arm again, pulling me towards his car. His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because it's cold and you're getting soaked." He says simply, opening the passenger door of his luxurious car. He pushes me inside gently, shutting the door behind me. He walks around to the driver's side, getting in and starting the engine. The warm air blasting from the vents hits me immediately.

Jungkook starts driving, his eyes on the road. He glances at me briefly, taking in my wet hair and his jacket that swallows me whole. He unbuttons his saturated dress shirt, revealing his toned chest underneath.

"What are you doing?" I asked surprised.

Jungkook looks at me, surprised at my question. He glances down at his bare chest peeking from unbuttoned shirt before looking back at the road. "My shirt was wet." He says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. He turns the heat up a little higher, making the car even warmer.

"Right." You whispered.

Jungkook doesn't say anything for a moment, focusing on the road ahead. The silence in the car is thick, but he can feel the tension between them. After a few minutes, he glances at me again, noticing how small and wet I still am despite his jacket. He sighs softly.

“You're still cold." He mutters, reaching over to turn the heat up even higher. He can see goosebumps on my arms and legs, my teeth chattering slightly. Without thinking, he reaches over and pulls his jacket tighter around me, his knuckles brushing against my chest underneath.

You gulped. "It's ok."

"It's not 'ok'. You're shivering." He says tightly. His eyes flick down to my legs again, seeing how long and bare they are.

“We are already at my apartment" I said.

He looks at his jacket on me. It's too big for me, making me look even smaller and more delicate. He parks the car in front of my apartment building, turning off the engine.

Jungkook gets out of the car, not waiting for me. He walks around to my side and opens the door, offering his hand to help me out. As soon as I’m standing, he wraps his arms around me, lifting me up bridal style and carrying me towards my apartment building. "Keys,"

I gasp. "God Jungkook what happened to you?" I said giving him keys.

“I think you already know." He whisper softly, unlocking my apartment door and carrying me inside. He kicks the door shut behind him and walks straight to my bedroom, laying me down on the bed gently. He sits beside me, his hand resting on my stomach over his jacket.

I look at him, meeting his intense gaze. My breath stuck in my throat as he leaned in and pressed a kiss on my forehead. Closing my eyes at the feeling, I smile. Involuntarily.

“Just wait here." I said walking to wardrobe and getting out one of Sam’s trousers that he left here.

"Change into these.”

Jungkook looks down at the trousers in my hands, a small frown forming on his face. "Those are my son's." He says quietly, taking the trousers from my hands and setting them aside. He stands up, moving to the attached bathroom inside the bedroom.

“Yeah...he left few of his belongings here. I never got time to get rid of them."

Coming out of bathroom, only in trousers. They fit perfectly. Licking and biting my lip at the sight of his bare torso which was nothing less than a candy for me.

Clearing my throat, “Now go outside. I’ll change.”

"Mhm." Jungkook mutters softly, watching me grab some clothes and disappear into the bathroom. He runs a hand through his wet hair, unconsciously inhaling deeply. My apartment smells like me - sweet and soft. He watches TV mindlessly, his mind elsewhere.

After a few minutes, I emerge from the bathroom, dressed in comfortable clothes, white shirt and shorts. Jungkoook turns to look at me, his eyes scanning over my form. I feel warmer now, but there's still a slight shiver in my movements. He stands up, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV.

"It's late." He says simply. He watches as me bite my lower lip, considering something. "Do you have an extra blanket?" He asks softly. He's only half dressed, his chest almost bare.

“Of course.” I said clearly distracted by the view. Gulping I turn back and speed walking to bedroom, tripping on side table.

“Why is he not wearing anything? He is doing it deliberately. Asshole.” I whispered to myself.

I gave him blanket and pillow. "I'll make us some instant noodles."

"Mhm." Jungkook watches me walk to the kitchen, he sits back down on the couch. He hears me rummaging through cabinets and boiling water. His hair still damp from the shower. He leans back, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again when he hears me walking back towards him with two bowls of noodles. He takes one from me without a word.

"Thanks," he mutters, stirring the noodles. His bare chest is visible in the soft glow of your apartment lights, his muscles more defined than any boy I met. He eats quietly, occasionally stealing glances at me. The silence between us feels heavy, but somehow comfortable.

After taking bowl from him, I did the dishes. Walking back to living room, “Good night.” I whispered before walking back to my room. Spreading the quilt out on the couch and lying down. He pulls the quilt up to his chest, pillow under his head.

He watches me walk away, my silhouette disappearing into the darkness of my bedroom. He lies on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. The apartment is quiet except for the faint sound of rain still falling outside. He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again.

He tosses and turns on the couch, unable to get comfortable. He keeps thinking about me - my voice, my touch when I gave him the quilt. The intensity between us is palpable even though he's trying his hardest to ignore it. He finally gives up trying to sleep.

I know I shouldn't feel like this...not for William. It's wrong in so many ways. Not only that he is my boss but also my ex’s father. Thinking about what I would feel if he ever gets his hands on me. Will it be slow and breathless OR rough and choking. It is so wrong but I can’t help it, and I could care less because I know he loves me. I love him.

Jungkoook gets up from the couch, his mind racing with thoughts that he knows he shouldn't be having. He walks quietly to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water to calm his nerves. He stands there for a moment, leaning against the counter, before his gaze drifts towards my bedroom door.

I was almost asleep and facing the wall when I heard my bedroom door creaked open.

He pushes the door open slowly, the room dark except for a faint stream of moonlight coming through the window. He sees my silhouette on the bed, facing away from him. He stands there for a moment, debating with himself before finally stepping inside and closing the door behind him quietly.

Closing my eyes immediately I pretended to sleep. I recognized his fragrance.

Jungkook walks over to the bed silently, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. He stands beside the bed, looking down at me. My breathing is slow and steady, indicating that I’m indeed asleep. He bites his lip, debating with himself for a moment before reaching out to touch my hair gently.

His fingertips barely graze my hair, brushing it back from my face. For a brief moment, he allows himself to imagine what it would be like to trace that same path with his lips. He catches himself immediately, pulling his hand back with a sharp intake of breath. "I'm losing my mind..."

‘Yes you are.’ I thought to myself.

He stands there for a few more moments, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows he should leave, go back to the couch before he does something stupid. But instead, he finds himself sitting down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving my sleeping form. "Fuck..."

His hand trembles slightly as he debates with himself. He knows he's crossing a line, but he can't seem to stop himself. Slowly, he brings his hand down, his fingers lightly brushing against my shoulder. "You're so fucking beautiful..." he whispers to himself, his voice barely audible.

He leans forward slightly, his face inches away from mine. His breath tickles my ear as he speaks again, "I shouldn't be here..." But instead of pulling away, he finds himself getting closer. His lips hover over my neck for a moment before he presses them gently against your skin.

A shiver ran down your spine. your breath hitched. You could feel heat radiating from his naked torso. “What are you doing?” you whisper.

He feels my body shiver. He swallows hard, trying to ignore the sudden tightening in his pants. He knows he's playing with fire, that one wrong move could ruin everything. His lips move from my neck up to my jaw, lightly grazing my skin. “I don’t know.” He whispered.

I felt him laying behind me as mattress dipped, he spooned me into his embrace. “It’s wrong.” You whisper.

"Shh," He whispers back, his voice hoarse. "Just... let me..." He presses another soft kiss to my jaw, his hand finally moving to my shoulder and slowly pushing the strap of my shirt down. His other hand moves to my waist, pulling me closer against his bare chest.

Pulling me flush against his chest, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. His arms wrap around me possessively, one hand resting on my stomach while the other moves up to cup my breast through my shirt.

I clench my thighs together. "Mhmm," Jungkook hums softly. He thinks I’m trying to get comfortable, not that I’m trying to relieve the sudden ache between my legs. His thumb rubs against my nipple slowly, teasing it into a hard peak.

I breath open mouthed...."Kook...we shouldn't.”

"I know," He whispers against my neck, but he doesn't stop. If anything, his touch becomes more confident, more demanding. His hand slides up my shirt, pushing it out of the way so he can touch my bare skin directly. "I just need to touch you," He admits quietly.

You moaned as he cupped your breast and gave it a squeeze.

His breath hitches at the sound of my moan. He knows he should stop, that this is wrong on so many levels, but he can't help himself. His cock throbs painfully against my ass as he squeezes my breast again, his thumb circling my nipple.

"Fuck," He whispers, his lips tracing down my neck in feathery kisses. His hand moves from my breast down to my stomach, fingertips trailing lower until they reach the waistband of my panties. He hesitates there for a moment, knowing once he crosses this line there's no going back.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, then slowly slips his hand inside my panties. His fingers find my folds, already wet and slick with desire. He groans, pressing his forehead against my shoulder. "You're so wet," He whispers, his fingers moving through my folds to find your clit. His hot breath continuously fanning my cheek. My breathing ragged. I moaned.

"God," Jungkook mutters softly, his fingers working my clit in slow circles. My moan goes straight to his dick, making it harden even more. He spreads my legs slightly with his knee, making more room for his hand. He slides one finger inside me slowly.

You hold his hand..."Kook" whispering I turn my head back to look at his face.

Jungkook’s breath catches as he looks into my eyes. He sees the mix of pleasure and something deeper in my gaze. His finger pauses inside me, but he doesn't pull away. "I know," he whispers back, his voice strained with desire. "I love you too.”

He moves his finger slowly in and out of me, his thumb continuing to circle my clit. He leans forward and kisses my neck softly.

"Kiss me." I whisper.

His heart pounds in his chest as he turns my head towards him fully, pressing his lips to mine in a deep, passionate kiss. His finger continues to move inside me slowly as his tongue explores my mouth. The kiss grows more intense as he adds another finger, stretching me slightly.

You moaned into his mouth. His slow and intense moves feel so good. Your body is so responsive to his touch, his presence, his fragrance.

He swallows my moans into his mouth as he fingers me slowly and deeply. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck and collarbone, his fingers curling inside me to hit that spot that makes me gasp. He's being careful and gentle despite his overwhelming desire.

I rub my ass against his groin, unknowingly making him harder. He groans loudly as he feels my ass rubbing against his hard cock through his pants. The friction is driving him crazy. He pulls me closer, grinding against me as he continues to finger me. His other hand reaches around to lower waistband of his trouser, desperate to be inside you. “I need to-“

"-Fuck you," He finishes the sentence harshly against my ear, his fingers pumping into me faster now. He manages to push his trouser and boxers down just enough to free his erection. He guides it to my entrance, the head pressing against me without pushing in yet. "Last chance to stop me..."

I turn around to face him. Wrapping my one leg around his waist. Moving closer. My eyes locked to his. His breath hitches as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer. His eyes never leave mine as he feels the head of his cock press against my entrance.

"I'm not stopping you." I whisper.

With a deep groan, Jungkook pushes into me, filling me just an inch. He breaks the kiss briefly to whisper, "You like it." before capturing my lips again in a soft kiss as he pulls back only to thrust back in and starts to move inside me. His thrusts are slow and deep at first, savoring the sensation.

His grip on my ass tightens as he begins to move faster, his hips grinding against mine with each thrust. He breaks the kiss to look into my eyes again, needing to see my reaction as he fucks me. His breathing is ragged and heavy as he asks softly, "Is this okay?"

I nod unable to form sentence from the pleasure rising into me.

Seeing me nod, Jungkook’s control snaps a little. He starts to fuck me harder, his hips moving faster and more urgently. He leans down to kiss me deeply again, swallowing any moans or gasps that escape from my lips as he hits that spot inside me repeatedly.

A dark smile spreads across his face as his thrusts becoming almost punishing. He growls against my lips. "Your ex's dad is fucking you." He whispers before nibbling and sucking of my neck.

"Umm..." I moaned feeling arousal dripping down my thigh at his words.

He cuts off my mumble with a deep kiss as he drives into me harder and faster. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, making me whimper against his mouth. He breaks the kiss again to murmur,"I'm ruining my son's girlfriend right now."

His words sent shiver down my body. We both know that I broke up with his son because he cheated. But somehow the fact that he is Sam’s father makes it more erotic. My pussy clenching around his thick cock as dirty words falls from his sweet mouth.

"You ruined me even before you touched me." I whisper.

Jungkook’s eyes darken with desire and guilt at my words. He thrusts into me deeply, holding himself there for a moment before pulling out slowly only to slam back in. His voice is hoarse with emotion,"I've wanted this for so long." He kisses me fiercely before whispering,

"I've always wanted to be the one to make you feel like this." He leans down, biting my neck gently as he continues to move inside me, his pace becoming more urgent. "I will make sure that after I’m done with you, you are ruined for anyone else." He reaches down between our bodies to rub my clit in time with his thrusts.

Feeling my climax closer I instinctively clench around him.

He groans loudly as you clench around him, his fingers working faster on my clit. He can feel his own release building quickly, the knowledge that he's about to come inside me pushing him closer to the edge. He pulls out almost completely before driving back in deeply, hitting that spot inside me perfectly.

And I came so hard around him...

"Fuck..." is all he manages to say as he feels my walls pulse around him. With a final deep thrust, he comes hard, filling me completely as his hips jerk against mine. He's barely aware of his own ragged breathing and the way my body continues to milk him for every last drop.

My chest rising and falling. Sweat coating my forehead. He stays inside me for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of being connected to me like this before slowly pulling out. He leans down to kiss me tenderly on the lips before resting his forehead against mine. His voice is soft when he speaks, "Will you marry me?”

My eyes widened at his words, “Really?”

Wrapping his arms around me he nodded with a bright smile. “Is that a Yes?”

You nod vigorously, “HELL YEAH!”

And we kissed.