JUST ANOTHER CLICHÉ STORY: Rich Guy; Poor Girl

REUNITE (21+)

He slid the key card in and the door to the hotel room swung open.

Sounding a low grunt, he dragged the drunken Aimee with him inside the room immediately pushing her towards the king sized bed.

But her arms was tautly wrapped around his neck and when her weight was drawn to the mattress Jungkook ended up landing on top of her. His fast reflexes allowed him to place his arms on either side of her head so he wouldn't crush her with his body.

Aimee's arms was still on him, and due to the gravity and her strong hold of him as she continuously pulled him down to her, he lost his balance causing him to land his lips with hers.

He groaned in disapproval as he put all his energy to push himself up and away from her venomous lips.

"S-stop Aimee!"

She was persistent though, she used all her weight to turn their bodies around so she could be on top of him.

"Aimee! You're f*cking drunk!"

"I'm sober enough to do this," she went down to his body, immediately unbuckling his belt and opening his pants to pull his member out.

"Oh! FUUUU*K!" he let out feeling her cold hands pumping on him. "Stop it!! Ugghh-aah!..."

"Want me suck you baby?" she asked sexily as she went lower and nearer to his tip. "Just like the old days," she was about to lick him but Jungkook pulled out all his strength to sat up and push Aimee away causing her to stumble on the floor below.

"I SAID STOP!" he screamed, standing up and pulling his pants up to his waist, he groaned at the process since he was still hard but that did not stop him from bending down only to look at her eyes entirely to say...

"I would have slap you but you're not on your right mind right now so," he paused licking his lips fast, "I'll let this one slide."

He stood up straight and headed towards the door leaving Aimee frowning while she hit the floor with her fist.

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You opened the door to your apartment, kicked it with your right foot to close it as you pulled out your coat out of your body. It was a cold night but you didn't care anymore as you slipped into your oversized white sweater and just left your lower body with your black cotton underwear with white ribbon prints on it.

A totally inappropriate get up on a cold winter night.

But who cares, no body could see you anyways.

You slumped on the bed, arms spread wide on either side, you felt drained as the scene earlier flashed before you, and before you even noticed, you were already crying.

Eyes filled up with silent tears damping the pillow below.

You reached for the extra pillow beside you and used it to cover your head as if trying to bury the whimpers that occassionally escaped your throat.

You thought it was enough.

You thought that even if someone was there in the room with you, they wouldn't hear you crying.

But you were wrong.

He stood by the threshold of your bedroom looking at your crying frame on the bed.

He was upset with what had happened earlier and all he could think of was you. He wanted to be with you after that, so he rushed his way to your apartment. He knocked on your door a few times, called your name a few times, he was about to leave just like the other days when he heard no answers but something made him reached for the knob and to his surprise, it turned open.

As soon as he entered, he already saw the mess you made when you went in, and he followed the faint sobbing sounds until he reached the bedroom.

"Y/N," his voice was deep and low but full of sadness and longing only for you.

At first you thought you were hearing things but you had to make sure so you pulled away the pillow from your face and sat up on the bed only to see Jungkook standing by your bedroom door.

"W-what," you struggled to find the words, shocked by his own presence, "what are you doing here!? Huh!?"

You were mad at him, you hated him for breaking you. So you immediately stood up and strode your way towards him and as soon as you were close enough, you had your fists on his chest, throwing punches on him the hardest way you could possibly do.

"I hate you!" You screamed, voice breaking, fists hurting but you kept on. "I hate you!"

"Y/n," he didn't stop you from what you were doing but he tried to make you look at him by calling your name with his sweet voice, but you wouldn't do that, you couldn't, because you knew that once you saw those big doe eyes again— you'd be lost to his magic.

"I saw you with a girl," you started, "going in a hotel earlier," you almost choked from the tears, "why?" You asked but you didn't even gave him enough time to answer and you kept talking, "I know I have no right to be like this since I'm just your fake wife but I couldn't help it," you sighed bitterly, "That's why I hate myself even more."

"This is all your fault," you continued, throwing a punch on him once more, "all your-," you threw another, "f*cking-," you punched again, "fau--"

Before you could land another punch on his chest, your hand was stopped by him catching your wrist with his firm grip, holding on it while his eyes fixed on yours as you lifted your head to look at him.

He pulled you lightly enough for you to step one more so your body was up against his.

You wanted to deny it but it felt warmer when you're closer to him, especially when he guided your hand underneath his coat and around his torso, then he pulled his coat towards your almost-half-naked frame, locking you with his body's warmth through the thick fabric.

"What are you--."

He hugged you by the waist even tighter that even when you tried to bend away from him, the distance you provided wasn't enough to escape the kiss he planted on your lips.

You hated him.

But why did his kisses were telling you not to?

He wrapped you more with his coat, pressing you thoroughly to him, you felt like your head was spinning along with the twirling of his tongue inside your mouth, spinning, but in a good way. And you couldn't help but to respond to him, closing your eyes, nibbling on his swollen soft lips as you let your other hand wrap around his torso, entangling your fingers around him.

He guided you, walking forward while you strode backwards. Soon after, you felt the edge of the bed behind you and you lost your balance, immediately stumbling on the bed with Jungkook on top of you. But that didn't stop him from kissing you, rather it just helped him intensify his movements, nudging on your legs a little so he could place his right leg in between yours, slowly brushing his steaming body on you and leaving your swollen lips so he could suck on the crook of your neck.

Too many things happening all at once that you couldn't help but to whimper slightly when you felt his hardness brushed up against your crotch.

"You're the only one I love," he said, going back to your face so he could look at you. "Aimee is my past now, and no matter how hard she will try, she will stay there."

"But," you remembered the text messages you received, "your texts, you made me go to that bar to see you both."

He shook his head fast.

"I lost my phone Y/N," he explained, "the day you left the mansion, I lost it that day."

"So..."

"That's also the first day that I got to meet her," now it cleared everything up for him, "she must have took it from me, and tried to break us apart."

A tear fell on your eyes and Jungkook brushed it off.

"I love you, please believe me," he said pleadingly.

And your heart soften, as if you were both connected, it might sound absurd but you knew he wasn't lying, so you cupped his face with your hands and nodded at him while you smiled.

With that he leaned down and crashed his lips on you again, kissing you in a slow passionate pace that had your head spinning once more, you felt him removing his coat and placing both of his hands on either side of your waist as if measuring your slim figure. His hands soon snaked their way down to your exposed thigh, brushing it up and down as he went to your neck to start marking you there.

You felt his hot breath against your skin as he mumbled, "I wouldn't do it, unless it's you," he placed a wet kiss on your neck causing you to entangle your fingers on his hair, "I want you so bad," he breathed, "So. So. Bad."

He went down to your throat and you had to pushed your head up so he could have better access.

"Mmh-Ah~" you sounded, feeling his hand cupping your already soaked panty and drawing circle on the center as if teasing you.

He went down, pushing your sweater out of your body allowing your breast to spread free in front of him, he had to cupped them, burying his face on you as you moaned and arched your back on the pleasure he was providing.

Brushing his damp lips from your breasts down to your stomach, going lower and lower by every second that you had to let out a shaky breath when he was finally at the hem of your cottoned panties.

The realization of the horror that you were actually wearing that underwear caused you to lift your head to look at Jungkook still in between your legs.

Eyes were wide as you looked at him waiting for his reaction until he smirk and stared back at you with heavy eyes.

"I love black," he said, "and ribbons," he added.

You mentally cursed at yourself for not wearing a lacy undie tonight but your rage was pushed off immediately when you felt him tugging at the hem of your underwear with his teeth and swiftly pulling it down your legs, throwing it somewhere in the room after.

He started kissing your inner thigh, gripping on your legs as he positioned them on either side of his shoulders so he could be in between, his lips placed leisure kisses on your skin, going closer to the pooling wetness on your center.

"Jungkook..." You called in for him pushing your head back to the pillow feeling the stinging sensation on your inner left thigh as he sucked your skin leaving a purple patch there.

"You like that honey?" He asked, this time fanning the skin nearest to your center with his hot breath before licking it with his tongue.

"Oh--g-gosh," you breathed.

And you gasped, fastly looking down on him as he-- without warning- licked and immediately sucked on your mound continuously.

You stared at him for a second, as if making sure of what he was actually doing until you couldn't take it anymore and you threw your head back, pushing it on the soft covers, feeling him suck you and twitch his tongue on your entrance in a very experienced way.

He had to grip on both of your legs as you started to maneuver your body up and down as the building pressure on your stomach started to emerge.

"God! Jungkook, I'm near--"

Body moved initiatively like waves on the ocean as he continued to flicked his tongue between your folds and create slurping noises against your bundle of nerves. He followed the rise and fall of your body, burying his face on you so he could pleasure you the best that he could.

Your hand found it's way to his hair, gripping on it while you pushed him even more, wanting to break free from the building pleasure inside you. He groaned at your action sending rippling vibrations throughout your body and you screamed, --head pushed back, spine arched from the mattress, fingers gripped on his hair, and toes curled up as you shivered to your first orgasm.

He immediately stood up, looking down at you as you heaved while he huriedly unbotton his polo shirt and swiftly unbuckled his pants pulling it downwards along with his boxer shorts.

A shaky breath left your swollen lips as he stood in front of you in full display.

Heavy lidded eyes fixed upon you, the tip of his hair was damp due to his sweat making it stuck on his forehead creating a dark and dangerous aura to radiate from him. His lips was shimmering from your wetness and as if he already knew where you were looking, he purposely licked his lips in a painfully slow manner that got you biting your own on the process.

Your eyes went down to his heaving chest, so lean and so broad that made you want to grip on it in an instant. The sweat on his stomach only enhanced the well toned abs that he has and below that was his standing hardness, full of veins all over as the tip glittered from his precum.

A/N: Should I apologize for being waaaay too detailed? Idk what's gotten into me.