A/N: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

03 - Sugar Is Just Sweet Salt

The footsteps echoed up the concrete stair well. Cupcakke clutched the hand rail out of breath. She looked upwards at the tower of stairs.

"He could have at least taken the stairs instead of me." She huffed out.

Jungkook and Cupcakke manage to lose the others. Jungkook told everyone that he was incredibly tired and was going to go home before everyone else. With a bit of trickery, he managed to lose his handlers as well. Cupcakke had no problem ditching her scheduled driver. She gave an excuse that she wanted to see the Korean metro. The driver allowed for it. They texted each other to set up the details.

Jungkook would book a hotel room in the same hotel BTS was in but on a different floor, so he could say he had gotten lost once he returned to them. Cupcakke would come to that hotel room at a different time and from a different way. They mustn't be seen together. Once he was in the room he texted her the number. 710. And so--Cupcakke resumed her ascent up the stairs to the 7th floor of the building. She carefully opened the stairway's metal door. Looking from the small crack she made, she realized she was where the vending and ice machines were. She gently closed the door and began looking down the hall to figure out which numbers were increasing and decreasing.

"Where is... 710..?" She looked back and forth. She realized the way she needed to go and quickly made her way down the hall. It was cold as usual. Since she worked up a slight sweat it was colder than anticipated. She wrapped her hands around her arms, crossing them to keep the cold air from bothering her. Her heels on the carpet nearly sliding at her hurry to get to the room

She stood in front of the door unable to believe what she was doing. But she had already come so far. She swallowed her negative emotions and tapped lightly at the door. Her eyes locked on the hotel room number's plaque '710' to be sure she was correct.

The door opened swiftly, grabbing her by the arm, pulling her into the room. Jungkook shut the door and locked it with speed. Before Cupcakke could blink her eyes she was pressed against his body. The silence between them only being answered by shallow breaths. Cupcakke's mind was blank for the first time in a while. She was frozen by those tactical eyes dissecting every part of her essence--wondering where to start first. His black hair became a curtain for his eyes, amplifying their intensity. His peach lips cleaned of the lip-rouge were moist. He had been licking his lips for quite some time while waiting for his snack to arrive and he couldn't wait to sample it.

His fingers pressed tightly into her back bringing her body closer to press against his hips. Her skin was soft against Jungkook's finger tips. "Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of this moment?" He asked her.

Cupcakke shook her head no, but her hand was gliding up his stomach towards his shoulders. She could feel the ridges of his rock hard abs. "I honestly had no clue."

"Your music, your attitude, your body... Everything I could want and somehow God has wrapped them all up as you. A muse." Jungkook moved her towards the bed. He pushed her on to its' white sheets. Her maroon dress was a contrast to the white sheets. Her hair fanned out over the sheets as she lie there looking downwards at Jungkook. He climbed over her, pressing his hands firmly beside her face as he looked at her. He tucked his knee between her closed legs and pushed each one aside.

She gasped. "Mmmm." She let slip out. Jungkook's finger ran across her collar bone, along her neck, his finger tips clutching her chin.

"You are already making noises and we haven't even started yet." He smirked. Cupcakke returned the glance with her playful fox eyes.

"Normally, I have to take control but this is something a bit different for me. Don't get me wrong, I like it." Cupcakke's hand began to slide south, resting on her womanhood.

"I need to be honest with you."

"Please no talking can't we just.." She thought.

"I actually..." Jungkook paused for a moment. "I've had many fans... 'Tend' to my needs but I've never gone all the way with them." He let go of her chin to roll over beside Cupcakke. He folded his hands on his stomach as he looked at the ceiling. "None of them were really worth it. Nothing but parasites. But with you? It's different."

Cupcakke rolled to face him. She placed her face in the palm of her hand. "Well, thank you for being honest but what's that got to do with us?"

"I want to go there... With you. I just know I want us to do that but I'm nervous."

"We don't have to rush. Sometimes taking it slow gets results." Cupcakke winked.

Jungkook felt like there was a weight taken off of his shoulders. "I just know Americans really ahem 'Go all out' if you know what I mean. I didn't want to disappoint you." He said closing his eyes.

"Oh no honey. I can work with a budget." She bit her lips as she placed her hand on Jungkook's stomach. Her hand was moving more and more south. She reached the belt buckle on his skinny jeans. She flicked it open with an expertise Jungkook had never seen before.

He looked at her nearly doe-eyed. His lips parted but he dare not say anything to stop her. He could feel and hear the metal of his zipper being pulled away from his body. Cupcakke perched herself on her knees, the cushion of the duvet keeping her comfortable. She kicked off her shoes to add to the comfort. Her hands grabbed the sides of his jeans pulling them down slowly as she judged his reaction for each inch of rope she took from him. He lay there looking at her without a peep.

Cupcakke revealed a pair of black briefs. She seemed to take delight like finding money in laundered clothes you forgot about. She clasped her hands together as if saying a prayer before consuming a meal. She ran her two index fingers under the band of the briefs. Now, Jungkook made a faint noise from the anticipation. "Mmmmg." Cupcakke pulled down the barrier between them and euphoria.

His phallus jerked forward and slapped against his stomach, the tip shining from the amount of pre-nut. Cupcakke gasped at the sheer size and girth of his piece. "The devil's a lie if they said you weren't packing." She stammered. She stopped moving to gather her thoughts. Did she want all of that in her guts yet? "He did say he wanted to go slow, thank the lord." She remembered in thought.

She dragged her hand, with her stiletto nails tickling his balls as they fund their way to the base of his shaft. She gripped it tightly to watch him squirm. Jungkook did. Her hands were so warm and soft. Cupcakke held her hand there for a moment watching him turn into putty in her hands. She slowly moved her hand upward on his phallus and brought it downward firmly like a gavel silencing a court room. She repeated the motion watching Jungkook carefully. Jungkook squirmed even more as his eyes widened.

"Oh my god she's... She's really..." Jungkook was distraught but delighted.

Cupcakke could see her chance. It was time to be who she really was.

It was show time.

"This shit is dry as fuck." Cupcakke inhaled deeply her throat bellowing. She spat the fattest glob of spit onto her whole hand as she tightened her grip. She moved her hand up and down still as the spit lubed up his member. Jungkook clutched the sheets at the audacity. The filth of it all. It wasn't her first rodeo. The spit created such moisture that it sounded like her actual clam being dug into.

"Cupcakke..." Jungkook moaned out, his hands trying to tear the sheets apart from pleasure.

"You like that, Jungkook?"

He began to pant as her pace quickened. "Call me Kookie, please.."

"Oh?" Cupcakke gargled up more spit and rained it down on his dxck. The squishing of saliva and flesh intensifying in the room. "You like that, Kookie?"

"Mmmm."

His knees pressed together as his mind was going blank. His body was starting to tingle from his toes up to his balls. Cupcakke could feel the tension in his body growing. It motivated her to jerk even faster. "What do you want me to do to you next?" She demanded yet her voice was soft.

"I.. I don't know. I.. I can't think straight." He admitted.

"Do you want me to suck it?" She began to lower her face towards his member. She simply hovered her face above the head of his phallus. She kept tugging at his meat, her rhythm unstoppable.

"A blow job?" He managed to moan out of his mouth.

"Oh you want one?" Cupcakke mocked. She took a deep breath and blow outwards on his member.

She was toying with him. A cat with her pray

His whole body was stiff as he tried to hold back from releasing. She was nearly torturing him.

He glanced down at her hand going to town on his nether regions. " She is a damned demon. Holy shit..." He couldn't keep it bottled up any more. "Cupcakke, I'm going to nut!!!" He could barely get the words out and his seed was speeding out of his phallus, slapping Cupcakke in her jaw, splashing on her chest. Her hand was saturated with his spunk. She slowly pulled her hand away as Jungkook stared at the ceiling trying to come back to reality. Cupcakke pressed her index and thumb together in front of her eyes, stretching out the substance between her fingers.

Jungkook's eyes finally looked at Cupcakke. She began licking her hand clean. He gasped.

She was a freak indeed.

"Cupcakke, that was..."

CLAP... CLAP... CLAP...

They both turned, bewildered. The sound of clapping had come from behind them. Jungkook quickly tried to pull up his pants, turning away. Cupcakke tightened her lips. They were both so into the moment they didn't even hear anything but the sound of each other.

He stopped clapping his hands and put his hand on his hips. Suga reached into his pocket and waved a key-card with his free hand.

"You really thought that y'all could just run off without me finding out?" Suga asked.