At eighteen, Jeon Jungkook was the only heir to one of Korea's largest conglomerates. Cars? He had a garage full of limited-edition hypercars he rarely drove twice. Homes? Villas in Seoul, penthouses in New York, and a chateau in the South of France waiting for him right now. His whims were commands. His father’s empire bent to his schedule.

Until today.

He still couldn’t believe it. One cigarette—one—on the balcony of their penthouse during his birthday party, and his father had lost it. “You think the world is your playground with no consequences?” The old man’s voice had been ice-cold. “Then experience what the world really feels like.”

So here Jungkook was: no private jet, no flight attendant who knew his exact skincare routine, no floating bed at 40,000 feet. Instead, he stood in the First Class check-in line like a commoner, designer black hoodie pulled low over his eyes, AirPods blasting music to drown out the noise of regular passengers. His security detail had been reduced to two men who were forced to sit in Business Class. The punishment was deliberate. Exaggerated. Humiliating.

Commercial flight. The words tasted bitter. He, Jeon Jungkook, who had once rerouted his father’s Gulfstream mid-flight just because he wanted better weather in Monaco, was now boarding a packed Airbus A380 to Paris. Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours of this.

He stepped into the cabin and paused. First Class was still luxurious by normal standards—wide seats that converted into beds, personal screens the size of small TVs, and complimentary Dom Pérignon. But it wasn’t his. The seat next to him was empty for now, but the curtain separating them from the rest of the plane felt paper-thin. He could hear the muffled chaos of Economy: crying babies, excited tourists, flight attendants rushing past with carts.

Jungkook dropped into the massive leather seat, legs spread wide, jaw tight. A flight attendant approached with a practiced smile. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Jeon. May I get you anything before takeoff?”

He waved her off without a word, staring out the window at the ordinary tarmac. His mind wasn’t on the discomfort. It wasn’t even on his father’s lecture still ringing in his ears.

It was on one thing only.

The Mile High Club.

Not in some sterile private jet where the crew politely pretended not to notice. Here. In a commercial plane full of strangers. The risk, the thrill, the sheer audacity of it—that was what made his blood run hot. He had everything money could buy. What he didn’t have was the electric rush of doing something truly forbidden where anyone might catch a glimpse. France could wait. The next thirteen hours were his new obsession.

He was hard already—thick, heavy, and aching. 

At eighteen, with a cock that stretched past eight inches when fully hard and girthy enough to make girls whimper, he wasn’t used to denial. He needed to fuck. Badly.

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto her the second she stepped through the forward galley curtain.

Y/N.

The name tag pinned just above the swell of her chest said it all. She was the one. Tight navy pencil skirt hugging her hips like it was painted on, the hem riding high enough that every step made the fabric strain. White button-up blouse tucked in so sharply it looked one deep breath away from popping open. The top three buttons were “accidentally” undone, and fuck—her tits were practically spilling out. Full, heavy, creamy cleavage pushed up by a lacy black bra that peeked through the thin fabric like it was begging to be ripped off. Every time she leaned forward to serve a drink or adjust a tray, those soft, fat tits jiggled just enough to make his mouth water.

He shifted in his wide First Class seat, already half-hard, his big cock thickening against his thigh. Goddamn. This spoiled little rich boy was used to getting whatever hole he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And right now, all he could think about was bending this pretty flight attendant over, yanking that tight skirt up, and burying his thick cock balls-deep inside her while the plane cruised at thirty-five thousand feet.

She bent down slightly to pick up a fallen napkin near the row in front of him. The skirt rode up just enough—fuck yes. There it was. The bottom curve of her little ass cheek playing peek-a-boo, framed by delicate black lace panties that disappeared between her thighs. The thin strip of fabric barely covered her pussy. He could practically see the outline of her lips pressing against the lace. His jaw clenched.

That’s mine tonight.

Some middle-aged salaryman two rows back was staring too, eyes glued to her tits like a fucking pervert. Jungkook’s blood boiled with pure entitlement. The fuck you looking at, old man? Those tits are for me. That ass is for me. He shot the guy a sharp, possessive glare that made the man quickly look away. Jungkook smirked, dark and arrogant. Of course they backed down. He was Jeon Jungkook. Everything in this world belonged to him—including the hot little air hostess currently serving him.

Y/N straightened up and turned toward him, professional smile in place, but her eyes flickered with something curious when they met his intense gaze.

“Sir, can I get you anything?” she asked, voice smooth like honey.

Fuck, look at you… those pretty tits are about to fall out and say hi. Bet they’d feel so good wrapped around my cock.

Jungkook looked up at her with wide, vulnerable eyes, biting his lower lip like a nervous kid. His voice came out quieter than usual, almost shy. “Um… actually, I don’t know if this is weird to ask, but… could I maybe just talk to you for a second?”

Y/N tilted her head, her expression softening instantly at the sight of the handsome young man looking so uncertain. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

He glanced out the window at the clouds, then back to her, fiddling with the edge of his hoodie sleeve. “I’ve never really flown commercial like this before. My dad usually has everything handled, but… he’s making me do this alone as a, uh, lesson or something. I’m kind of scared of turbulence. Like, really scared. Every little bump makes my heart race.” He gave a small, embarrassed laugh, those big sparkling eyes locking onto hers. “I know I’m eighteen and I shouldn’t be such a baby about it, but flying without anyone familiar… it feels lonely. Do you think… after the service is done, maybe you could sit here for a bit? There’s that jump seat right next to me, right? Just until I calm down?”

Y/N’s heart melted on the spot. He looked so innocent, so boyish with those doe eyes and the slight pout on his full lips. A spoiled little rich boy who was actually just a scared kid underneath? It was adorable. She cooed softly, keeping her voice gentle and reassuring. “Oh, sweetie, that’s completely okay. A lot of people get nervous flying, even grown men. Your dad must be strict, huh? Don’t worry at all. Once I finish the initial service and everything’s settled, I’ll come sit with you for a while. The jump seat is right there—we use it for takeoff and landing, but it’s free now. I’ll keep you company, alright?”

Jungkook nodded gratefully, giving her the sweetest, most grateful smile. “Thank you… that means a lot. You’re really nice.”

She smiled warmly, patting his shoulder lightly—her fingers brushing his arm just enough to send a spark through him. “No problem at all. I’ll be back soon.”

As she walked away to continue her duties, hips swaying in that tight little skirt, Jungkook leaned back in his seat. The second her back was turned, his innocent expression melted into a smug, filthy smirk. Hook, line, and sinker. Poor little innocent boy act—worked every single time. Now she was going to come sit right next to him, all sweet and caring, tits practically in his face, that lace-covered ass just inches away.

Come here, baby. Sit nice and close for me. His big cock twitched in his pants at the thought of how he’d slowly shift from scared boy to something much darker once she was trapped in that seat beside him. This flight was about to get a lot more interesting.

Jungkook’s mind was already racing with the perfect plan while Y/N finished her service rounds. No need for smooth talk or games. Why complicate it? He was cocky as hell about his biggest asset. His cock was thick, long, and heavy—veiny and impressive even when soft. Women lost their minds over it every time. All he had to do was let it do the work. Get it hard, give her a clear hint under the blanket, and watch her pretty eyes widen. She’d be on her knees in the bathroom before she could even pretend to protest. Easy. Rich boys like him always won.

When Y/N finally returned, she unclipped the jump seat right beside his pod and strapped herself in, her tight skirt riding up her thighs as she sat. Her full tits pressed together even more in that position, straining the buttons of her blouse. “Hey there,” she said softly, leaning toward him with that caring smile. “All settled now? Feeling any better about the flight?”

Jungkook gave her the big doe eyes again, voice shy. “A little… but could you maybe turn this seat into the bed? I think lying down might help me relax.”

“Of course, sweetie.” She stood up, bending over him to adjust the controls and pull out the privacy screen partially. As she worked, her ass was right at eye level—those little butt cheeks peeking out again under the hem, black lace panties teasing him. His mouth watered.

Once the wide seat flattened into a full bed, Jungkook thanked her sweetly and slipped under the thin duvet provided. It was ridiculously light—almost sheer. The outline of his tall, toned body was clearly visible, especially from the waist down. He lay on his back, one arm behind his head, looking up at her with innocent gratitude as she sat back down in the jump seat facing him.

“Comfortable now?” she asked gently, crossing her legs. The motion made her skirt hike higher.

Fuck yes. Jungkook’s inner thoughts turned filthy the second she settled in. Look at those fat tits spilling out. Bet they’d bounce so pretty while I fuck her throat. That little lace-covered pussy is gonna stretch wide around my cock. I’m gonna bend her over this bed and pound her until she’s creaming all over me. She’ll be mine the second she sees how big I am.

His cock was only semi-hard so far, a thick ridge starting to show under the thin blanket. He needed it fully hard—now. While keeping his face soft and nervous, he slowly slid one hand under the duvet, moving carefully so it looked like he was just adjusting. His fingers slipped inside his loose pants, wrapping around his heavy balls first. He fondled them gently, rolling the smooth weight in his palm, imagining it was her soft manicured hands cupping him, squeezing lightly.

Yeah, just like that, baby. Feel how full they are for you. His breathing stayed even, but his mind ran wild. Gonna make her choke on this dick. She’ll gag and drool while I hold her head down. Then I’ll flip her around, rip those lace panties to the side and slam balls-deep into that tight cunt at cruising altitude.

His hand moved higher, fingers curling around his thickening shaft. He stroked slowly—long, lazy pumps from base to tip—keeping the movements tiny and hidden. The thin duvet shifted just enough to outline the growing bulge. His big cock swelled fast under his own touch, becoming fully hard, the thick head pushing obscenely against the fabric. He kept going, slow and steady, thumb brushing over the sensitive tip while picturing Y/N’s lips wrapped around it.

He thought he was being so sneaky.

Y/N noticed immediately. The subtle rhythmic movement under the blanket, the way his hips twitched ever so slightly, the growing, unmistakable shape of a very large erection tenting the duvet. She had seen plenty of horny teenage boys on long flights—rich ones especially. They always thought they were slick. She didn’t say a word, just kept her professional smile, eyes occasionally flicking down to the obvious outline before looking back at his “innocent” face.

“Still feeling okay?” she asked calmly, as if nothing was happening.

Jungkook nodded, biting his lip, his hand still slowly working his throbbing cock under the cover. “Yeah… thanks to you.”

Inside, he was smirking like the smug brat he was. Any second now, she’s gonna see this monster and drop. His strokes grew just a fraction bolder, the outline of his big dick even clearer under the thin material, waiting for her reaction.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened under his innocent facade. Why the fuck isn’t she reacting? He had been stroking his thick cock slowly for minutes, the obscene outline clearly visible under the thin duvet, and she was still sitting there all calm and professional. The annoyance boiled in his chest. Time to level up.

He shifted restlessly in the bed, letting out a soft, pained whine. Then another, louder this time, turning into a little whimper as he squirmed under the covers. His big doe eyes watered slightly for effect.

Y/N turned toward him immediately, concern etching her pretty face. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Jungkook whimpered again, voice trembling like a confused boy. “N-no… I don’t know what’s happening. It feels really weird and… uncomfortable down there. Like pressure or something. It started when you sat next to me and it won’t go away. It hurts a little…”

She leaned in a bit more, still strapped into the jump seat. “Maybe it’s the pressure change? Sometimes that can make your body feel weird—”

He shook his head quickly, biting his lip. “No, it’s not that…” With a hesitant little breath, he grabbed the edge of the thin duvet and pulled it down in one slow motion, all the way to his thighs.

His pants were already pushed down to mid-thigh. His big, heavy cock sprang free in all its glory—fully erect, thick, veiny, and angrily red at the tip. It throbbed visibly in the cool cabin air, a shiny bead of precum dripping slowly down the shaft. The whole length curved slightly upward, intimidatingly large for an eighteen-year-old.

Jungkook looked up at her with pure, wide-eyed innocence, voice soft and trembling. “See? It’s… it’s all hard and red and it keeps twitching. It’s so red and angry-looking. Why is it like this? It keeps getting bigger and leaking this clear stuff. It feels really full and it aches whenever I look at your tits. They’re so soft and they move when you breathe and suddenly all the blood went down there and now it won’t go soft again. Is this normal? It’s never been this hard before… it’s kind of hurting but in a weird good way too. I don’t know what to do…”

He stared at her hopefully, cock pulsing openly between them, precum now leaking steadily onto his toned lower abs. Come on, baby. Play along. Be my mommy. Coo at me, tell me you’ll help your poor baby boy, get on your knees and suck it all better. Deep down, the spoiled brat had a secret kink for this exact thing—being babied, dominated softly, called “good boy” while a pretty woman took care of his big cock.

Y/N’s eyes widened at the sudden sight of his exposed erection, but she stayed firmly seated in the jump seat, hands folded in her lap. She had seen variations of this stunt before from horny rich boys on long flights. Her expression stayed composed, a mix of professional concern and slight disbelief.

“Sir…” she started carefully, keeping her voice low so it wouldn’t carry. “You need to cover yourself right now. This isn’t appropriate.”

Jungkook’s cock gave another needy throb at her words, but she made no move to lean in, no soft cooing, no “aww baby, let mommy help you.” She simply sat there, watching him with calm eyes.

Jungkook ignored her completely, his bratty side exploding in full force.

“No, no, no!” he whined loudly, thrashing around on the flat bed like a spoiled child having a tantrum. His thick cock slapped against his abs with every movement, leaving sticky trails of precum. “You’re the flight attendant! It’s literally your job to assist me. My dad pays a fortune for first class and you’re supposed to make sure I’m comfortable. This is your fault—your fat tits and slutty little skirt made my cock like this. So fix it! Help me right now or I’ll make a scene.”

Y/N’s cheeks burned, but her thighs squeezed together as she watched his massive dick bounce. She wasn’t fighting nearly as hard as protocol demanded. “Jungkook… this is inappropriate. I could lose my job—”

“Bullshit!” he whimpered, voice turning into pathetic babyish pleas. “You said you’d take care of me. Please… it hurts so bad. My cock is so hard because of you. You have to help. It’s your job, isn’t it? Please, I’ll be good… just make it stop aching.”

She stared at him for a long moment, eyes flicking between his desperate face and the angry, veiny monster leaking all over his stomach. Finally, she let out a heavy, defeated sigh.

“Alright, you spoiled little brat,” she muttered. “I’ll help you. But on my terms. Got it?”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. He shoved the duvet completely away, lying there shamelessly with his huge cock standing straight up, throbbing and dripping. “Yes… anything.”

Y/N unbuckled her jump seat belt slowly, then leaned back and parted her legs wide, hiking her tight navy skirt all the way up to her waist. The sight that greeted him was pure filth.

She wore the sluttiest excuse for panties he’d ever seen — a tiny black string thong that was little more than dental floss. The thin thread disappeared completely between her puffy, meaty cunt lips. Her outer labia were swollen and plump, glistening with arousal, while her inner pink folds hung out obscenely on both sides of the soaked string, puffy and slick. Her clit was visibly swollen, peeking out like a little whore’s button. The entire crotch area was already dark and wet, the fabric stretched so thin it looked painted on.

Jungkook’s mouth dropped open. Holy fuck, look at that used-up cum dumpster. His thoughts turned feral. That’s not a pussy, that’s a communal airport gloryhole. She’s a walking fucktoy.

“Does the airline allow you to wear that nasty little thing?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Y/N smirked like the shameless whore she clearly was. “The airline doesn’t know. But it makes it so much easier for horny boys like you to get a quick taste. I hate it when my panties get completely soaked with cum and stick to my sloppy cunt for the rest of the long flight.”

She hooked two fingers into the thin string and yanked it roughly to the side. Her bare pussy spread open for him — fat, puffy outer lips parting to reveal a slick, drooling hole. Her inner folds were deep pink, shiny with thick strings of her arousal stretching between them. The entrance to her cunt winked slightly, already gaping a little, clearly well-fucked and ready. A small tuft of trimmed hair sat just above her swollen clit.

“Looks like you got your pussy pounded hard before the flight,” Jungkook breathed, his own cock twitching violently.

Y/N shrugged casually, spreading her legs even wider so her sloppy cunt was completely on display. “Captain and the co-pilot needed a quick double-team in the crew rest bunk thirty minutes before boarding. They love this loose, used-up hole. Easier access for their cocks whenever they want.”

Fuck yes. Jungkook’s mind was spinning with dark delight. She’s such a bold, shameless airport whore. A walking cum rag for the crew. That cunt has probably taken more loads than a cheap hooker and she’s still spreading it for me like it’s nothing. I love it. I’m going to destroy that sloppy communal fuckhole and add my own load.

His big dick was now painfully hard, the head purple and angry, drooling a thick string of precum that ran down his shaft.

Y/N leaned back comfortably in the jump seat, one hand lazily tracing her wet pussy lips as she watched him with half-lidded eyes.

“So, spoiled boy… you threw a big bratty tantrum to get my attention. Now what? You want this dirty, well-used cunt? Or do you just want mommy’s mouth first?”

She licked her lips slowly, waiting for his next filthy demand.

He bit his lip, the spoiled brat melting into something softer and needier. His voice came out small and shy. “Can… can I call you Mommy?”

Y/N let out a low, amused chuckle, her fingers lazily tracing around her swollen clit. “You can call me anything you want, baby. Your favorite slut… your personal fuck toy… or Mommy. Whatever makes that big cock twitch harder.”

Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with pure excitement. “Mommy…” he whispered, testing the word.

She smiled sweetly, tilting her head. “That’s right. But if I’m going to play Mommy for you, I have to act like a proper one, don’t I? It would be so wrong for a Mommy to touch her baby boy’s cock, wouldn’t it? That would be very inappropriate…”

Jungkook immediately started whining again, his hips bucking up desperately, making his thick dick slap against his stomach.

“Nooo, Mommy, please! That’s not fair! I want to fuck Mommy so bad. I want to put my cock inside your pretty pussy. It hurts so much…”

“Shhh, easy, baby boy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with dominant sweetness. “You’re not fucking Mommy yet. For now, you’re going to cum completely untouched. Just from watching Mommy play with her wet cunt. Think you can handle that?”

His eyes widened with genuine shock and awe. No one had ever made him cum without touching him before. This was new territory for the spoiled billionaire’s son. “How is that possible, Mommy? I’ve never… I don’t know how…”

Y/N’s smile turned wicked. “Because your Mommy is quite experienced, sweetheart. I’ve handled plenty of horny boys like you. Just relax and let Mommy take the lead. Be a good boy and watch.”

She leaned back further in the jump seat, spreading her thighs obscenely wide. With two fingers, she parted her plump, puffy outer lips, opening her slick pink pussy like a blooming flower. The wet inner folds glistened under the cabin lights, strings of her arousal stretching between them.

“Look inside, baby,” she purred. “Look how Mommy’s cunt is fluttering for you.”

Jungkook obeyed instantly, leaning forward with wide, hungry eyes. He could see everything — the way her pink walls clenched and relaxed rhythmically, winking and pulsing as if begging to be filled. Her hole looked soft, warm, and well-stretched from previous use.

“Good boy,” she praised softly, making his cock jump. “Such an obedient baby for Mommy. Now wrap your hand around that big cock and start stroking. Slowly.”

He didn’t hesitate. His fingers curled around his thick shaft and he began pumping slowly, eyes glued to her exposed pussy.

Y/N moaned softly, clearly enjoying the power. She slid one finger up and down her slit, coating it in her slick juices before pushing it inside her fluttering hole. Then she added a second finger, slowly fucking herself while keeping her lips parted with her other hand, giving him an even better view. The side of her labia stretched beautifully around her fingers, shiny and wet, the delicate pink flesh quivering with every thrust.

“Mmm… look at how wet Mommy gets when her baby boy watches,” she breathed, voice husky. “You like seeing inside Mommy’s dirty fuckhole? It’s been used so many times today already… but it’s still hungry.”

Jungkook stroked faster, breathing ragged, completely lost in the filthy sight. His big cock was rock-hard and throbbing in his fist, the head swollen and dripping as he watched her fingers plunge in and out of her sloppy cunt, the wet sounds barely audible over the hum of the plane engines.

“Mommy…” he whimpered, voice breaking with need. “It feels so good… but I want to be inside you so bad…”

Y/N chuckled darkly, curling her fingers deeper while keeping her pussy spread open for his greedy eyes. “Not yet, baby boy. Mommy decides when that big cock gets to go inside her used-up hole. Keep stroking and watch Mommy’s cunt flutter. Be a good boy and maybe I’ll let you cum soon.”

Y/N kept her pussy spread open with one hand while slowly fucking herself with two fingers from the other. Her eyes stayed locked on Jungkook’s desperate face as he stroked his thick cock.

“Imagine that it’s your dick, baby,” she purred softly. “My fingers are your big, fat cock sliding inside Mommy’s cunt right now. Can you see it? Can you imagine how sloppy Mommy can be? I’m not tight anymore, sweetheart. Mommy’s been fucked by so many daddies before you… captains, co-pilots, rich passengers just like you. This hole is loose and sloppy and very, very wet. But it’s wet enough to give you the perfect glide, isn’t it?”

Jungkook whimpered loudly like the bratty boy he was, his hand moving faster along his veiny shaft. “I love sloppy cunts the most, Mommy… the ones that get all creamy and produce so much slick. Fuck, I want that…”

The moment the words left his mouth, Y/N’s pussy responded. A filthy, wet gush suddenly poured out of her hole — a thick, shiny glob of clear slick that oozed slowly down between her spread lips and dripped onto the jump seat beneath her.

“Fuck!” Jungkook cursed under his breath, eyes wide with marvel. “That much slick? Oh my god… Are you a fucking faucet now?”

Y/N let out a low, throaty snicker, still slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her drooling cunt. “Well, consider it your luck, baby boy. Maybe it’s those thick eight inches of yours that have made Mommy drool so much. Besides… if Mommy’s cunt isn’t supposed to drool like this, then whose is? Some boring little virgin’s dry pussy?”

She laughed softly at her own words while Jungkook pumped himself even harder, his fist flying up and down his glistening cock, breathing ragged.

“Think about it, baby,” she continued in that sweet, filthy Mommy voice. “When Mommy finally lets you put it in… you’ll slide right in so easily. My sloppy walls will just swallow every inch of you. You’ll feel all that warm, creamy slick coating your big dick while I ride you. Or maybe I’ll bend over and let you pound this used-up hole from behind. It’ll make the wettest, sloppiest sounds every time you thrust. You’ll feel how loose and welcoming Mommy’s cunt is… perfect for a greedy boy like you to dump load after load inside.”

Jungkook’s strokes grew frantic, his abs tightening. “Mommy… I’m so close—”

“Cum for me, baby boy,” she commanded softly. “Cum while watching Mommy’s sloppy cunt.”

He let out a broken whine as his orgasm hit hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his pulsing cock, splattering across his toned stomach and chest in heavy spurts. At the same time, Y/N moaned, her fingers plunging deep as her own climax washed over her. Her pussy clenched visibly, and a flood of creamy slick mixed with her cum gushed out in big, obscene globs, coating her fingers and dripping messily down her ass onto the seat.

Jungkook stared at the creamy mess with hungry eyes, almost scrambling forward. His free hand shot out instinctively, desperate to touch it, to scoop some of her cum onto his fingers.

But Y/N was faster. She snapped her legs shut with a wicked little smile, trapping his reaching hand between her soft, warm thighs. His fingers stopped just short of her pussy folds, but the sudden pressure pushed them forward enough to catch some of the warm, slick fluid that had leaked out. The tips of his fingers brushed against the sticky wetness, coating them lightly in her cum.

“Ah-ah, baby,” she cooed, still breathing heavily. “Mommy didn’t say you could touch yet.”

Jungkook whimpered pathetically, his spent cock still twitching as he felt the warmth of her slick on his trapped fingers, so close yet not close enough to the puffy, creamy cunt he desperately wanted.

“Such a bad, naughty boy!” she scolded, her voice sharp but still laced with that dominant, teasing edge. “Touching Mommy without permission? After I told you to behave? How dare you.”

Jungkook immediately turned into a desperate, whimpering mess. “I’m sorry, Mommy! I’ll be a good boy, I promise! Please let me have it… I need it so bad…”

“No.” Her tone was firm and final. “Naughty boys deserve punishment. And your punishment is that I will not let you fuck me. I won’t even let you touch me anymore.”

With that, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand firmly out from between her warm thighs. His fingers were glistening with a small amount of her thick, creamy slick. The second his hand was free, Jungkook did what any depraved, horny boy would do — he brought his fingers straight to his mouth and sucked them clean, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“Mmm… fuck,” he moaned around his fingers, licking every drop like it was the sweetest nectar. “I knew it… Mommy’s juices are the tastiest. So sweet and creamy. I love it so much…”

Y/N watched him with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused by how shameless he was. She leaned back in the jump seat and casually reached over to grab a few tissues from the small compartment beside his seat.

“Well, now you’re going to enjoy just that,” she said coolly as she began cleaning herself up. “That’s all you’re getting for your punishment, naughty boy. No touching Mommy’s pussy. No fucking me. Nothing.”

She wiped the slick and cum from her inner thighs and around her puffy lips with deliberate slowness, making sure he could see every motion. Then she used more tissues to gently dab between her folds, cleaning up the mess while leaving some of her wetness still deep inside.

Jungkook watched with wide, hungry eyes as she adjusted the tiny black string thong, pulling the thin thread back between her plump pussy lips until it disappeared again. The minuscule fabric settled back into place, barely covering anything.

He finally understood exactly why she wore something so slutty and minimal. There was almost nothing to get soaked and sticky. Even with remnants of her cum still tucked inside her warm pussy lips, the thong would stay comfortable and dry against her skin for the rest of the flight. Easy access, easy cleanup — the perfect uniform for a frequent flyer whore.

“And besides,” Y/N continued as she smoothed her skirt back down over her thighs, “I don’t fuck boys who have a big dick and an even bigger ego with zero real experience. That’s honestly the worst combination, if you ask me.”

Jungkook sat there stunned, his spent cock still half-hard and messy with his own cum, lips shiny from sucking her slick off his fingers. The punishment hit harder than he expected. The spoiled brat inside him wanted to whine and throw another tantrum… but the submissive side was strangely thrilled by her firm denial.

Y/N gave him a sweet, almost mocking smile as she buckled her jump seat belt again.

“Be a good boy for the rest of the flight and maybe Mommy will think about rewarding you later. Until then… enjoy the taste you stole.”

Y/N stood up gracefully after a few more minutes, smoothing down her tight navy skirt as if nothing filthy had just happened. She gave Jungkook one last teasing smirk.

“Behave yourself, baby boy. Mommy needs to rest in the crew chambers for a bit since there’s no active service right now. Don’t cause too much trouble.”

With that, she disappeared behind the curtain toward the front of the plane, leaving Jungkook alone in his First Class pod.

He sat there fuming.

The entitled little brat inside him came roaring back with full force. How fucking dare she? A mere air hostess — a glorified waitress in the sky — had the audacity to edge him, make him cum untouched, then deny him her sloppy cunt and walk away like she was in control?

Me? Jeon Jungkook? Son of the richest man in Korea? Left here covered in my own cum while she goes to rest?

His jaw clenched as his big cock twitched back to life. He wanted revenge. He wanted to bend her over in that crew rest area and destroy that well-used, dripping hole until she was the one whimpering and begging. He spent the next thirty minutes plotting — everything from threatening to buy the airline to having his father call the CEO mid-flight. But she still didn’t return.

Finally, Jungkook lost patience.

Still completely naked from the waist down, his thick cock half-hard and messy, he pressed the call button aggressively.

A different flight attendant — a pretty brunette in her late twenties — arrived quickly. The second she pulled the curtain aside and saw him sitting there naked, legs spread, big dick hanging heavy between his thighs, her eyes widened in pure shock.

“Sir—?!”

Jungkook didn’t even bother covering himself. He looked up at her with cold, arrogant eyes.

“Do you know who I am?” he said flatly. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Only son of Jeon Tae-Hyun. My family owns half this country and a big chunk of this airline’s business. Right now, I’m horny as fuck and extremely dissatisfied with the service.”

The woman’s professional mask cracked instantly. She glanced once more at his impressive cock, then dropped smoothly to her knees right there in the pod.

“Then let me help you, sir,” she said eagerly, her hand already sliding up his thigh. “However you want. I can suck it, ride it, whatever you need—”

Jungkook swatted her hand away sharply.

“No.” His voice was cold. “I don’t want someone who drops to her knees so easily. I want the one who made me fight for it.”

The attendant looked confused but stayed on her knees.

“Where are the crew rest chambers?” he demanded.

She told him the exact location — a small private area just behind the first-class galley, accessible through a narrow door.

Jungkook stood up, his heavy cock swaying between his legs as he cursed under his breath. That sloppy fucking whore… I’m going to find her and ram every inch of this dick into her loose cunt until she screams. He could already imagine pinning Y/N down and using her like the airline slut she was.

With the second attendant’s nervous help, he pulled his pants back up, though his massive erection made it obvious he was still painfully hard. He adjusted himself roughly and started walking toward the crew rest chambers, the attendant looking from behind him nervously.

His mind was filled with nothing but filthy, vengeful thoughts of Y/N’s puffy, cum-drooling pussy.

He was going to get what he wanted — one way or another.

There she was.

Y/N was lying on her side in the narrow bunk, seemingly fast asleep under a thin white blanket. Her tight skirt had ridden up, and the curve of her ass looked incredibly inviting in the dim lighting. The bunk was so tight there was barely enough room for one person, let alone two.

Perfect, he thought, a dark smirk spreading across his face. You thought you could deny me, you little slut? I’m going to wake you up with an orgasm.

He carefully lifted the thin blanket and slid in behind her, pressing his body flush against hers in a tight spooning position. His hard cock nestled right against her ass as he wrapped one arm around her waist.

“You were really going to stop me from getting this sloppy hole?” he muttered under his breath, snickering darkly. “Not a fucking chance.”

His hand moved quickly, sliding down her body. He hooked a finger under the thin string of her thong and snapped it roughly to the side. Two thick fingers immediately found her pussy and pushed inside. She was still wet — warm, slick, and slightly creamy from earlier.

“Fuck yes…” he hissed in victory, pumping his fingers slowly and nastily into her sleeping body. This is what I wanted. This sloppy, used-up cunt.

He kept fingering her, curling his fingers to rub against her walls while grinding his now rock-hard cock against her ass. After a few moments, he couldn’t wait any longer. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his thick eight inches, aligned the swollen head with her core, and pushed forward.

“I’m going to wake you up in the middle of an orgasm, Mommy,” he whispered filthily against her ear as he started pressing inside her. “How the fuck are you even sleeping through this?”

The tight bunk forced them into a deep, intimate spooning position — no room to move much, just close, nasty grinding.

The moment the thick head of his cock pushed between her thighs and started spreading her pussy lips, Y/N’s eyes flew open with a sharp gasp.

Her hand flew down instinctively, trying to cover her pussy.

Jungkook didn’t give her a single second to protest. He grabbed her wrist, pinned it against her stomach, and slammed his hips forward. His big, thick cock buried deep inside her in one powerful thrust, stretching her sloppy walls wide open.

“This,” he growled triumphantly, “this is exactly what I wanted to do to you. You thought a man like me couldn’t satisfy you, huh?”

Y/N moaned loudly, her body shuddering around his cock. At that exact moment, the plane hit a patch of turbulence, jolting them both. The sudden movement drove Jungkook even deeper, forcing his cock to slam against the very back of her cunt.

“Fuck—!” she cried out, voice thick with pleasure.

Jungkook started thrusting as much as the tight bunk allowed — short, nasty, deep strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her. He kept her wrist pinned as he fucked her hard from behind.

“This is what your slutty cunt deserves,” he growled right against her ear, voice low and commanding. “Getting wrecked by a real man. I’m going to show this loose, sloppy hole exactly how it should be fucked — hard, deep, and without mercy.”

Y/N turned into a complete moaning mess. Her head fell back against his shoulder as broken cries spilled from her lips. She eagerly parted her thighs even wider, hooking one leg slightly back over his to give him better access. Her hand slid down between her legs, rubbing frantic circles over her swollen clit and slick folds while he railed her.

“Ah—! Fuck—! Jungkook—!”

“Look at you,” he taunted between heavy grunts, slamming into her again and again. “Such a pathetic moaning mess. Dripping all over my cock like a cheap whore. You were really going to deny me this? Deny yourself this? How fucking stupid.”

Y/N’s voice came out breathy and broken, her words constantly interrupted by loud, shameless moans and gasps as his thick cock bullied her insides.

“Ahh—! I was r-right— ooh fuck—! I knew it— ahhn— your ego… is bigger than your fucking brain—!”

Jungkook suddenly faltered, his powerful thrusts slowing as he stared at the side of her face in confusion. His hips stilled for a moment, cock still buried deep inside her fluttering walls.

“Huh?” he asked, genuinely phased. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

Y/N let out a shaky, breathy laugh mixed with another moan as her pussy clenched around his throbbing length. She kept lazily rubbing her slick clit, clearly enjoying how she had thrown him off even while getting fucked senseless.

“This is exactly what I wanted,” she moaned breathily. “For your ego to get hurt when I denied you… so you would storm in here and fuck me senseless like a real man. Had I not pushed you to this edge… would you have come and railed me this hard with such purpose? Hmm?”

Jungkook’s face twisted with a mix of disdain and humiliation. This woman — this mere flight attendant — had completely outsmarted him. The 18-year-old billionaire’s son felt his pride sting badly. His cheeks burned red with anger.

Without warning, he started thrusting harder than before, slamming into her with brutal force. He scissored his thick cock inside her already loose, sloppy hole, stretching her walls even wider with every angry snap of his hips.

“You just had to ask me to fuck you roughly if you wanted that, you slut!” he snarled, pounding her relentlessly in the tight bunk.

Y/N moaned loudly, pushing her ass back against him like a whore in heat.

“Oh really?” she gasped, voice dripping with mockery even while getting destroyed. “I could have done that when you were being all baby and wanting me to dominate you. I’m sorry~ ahh—! I don’t like men with eight inches of dick who don’t have the anger to satisfy me. But look at you now… so pumped up and angry. I did this for both of us, darling. What did you think? I was going to let you not have fun with me when I was so down bad for it?”

She slid her hand lower, pushing one finger inside her pussy right next to his pistoning cock. The added stretch made her moan even louder.

“Look at me… I’m so spread out and stretched for you. Fuck me nicely, baby boy… or else I’ll go find the captains and let them take care of me instead—”

That was the final straw.

Jungkook’s hand came down hard with a loud SMACK on her ass, leaving a red handprint.

“Your little trick isn’t going to work on me anymore,” he growled dangerously. “You want to be fucked hard? I’ll fuck you hard, you greedy whore.”

He suddenly pulled out of her dripping cunt with a wet squelch. Before she could react, he manhandled her roughly in the cramped bunk — pushing her face down into the thin mattress, muffling her moans, while yanking her ass high up in the air. The position was perfect for him to dominate her completely.

Jungkook stared down at her exposed holes — her puffy, creamy pussy and the tight little ring of her ass winking above it. He leaned in, buried his face between her cheeks, and slobbered all over her like a depraved animal. He licked, sucked, and spat thickly on both her holes, coating everything in his saliva.

“I’m going to fuck both of your holes simultaneously now,” he snarled, voice thick with lust and anger. “You wanted a real man? You’re going to get one.”

Y/N’s eyes widened the moment she felt the thick, spit-slick head of Jungkook’s cock press against her tight, virgin asshole. Her face paled instantly, a flash of real nervousness crossing her features.

Jungkook caught it immediately. A smug, victorious grin spread across his face as he finally had the upper hand again.

“Wait— Jungkook…” she breathed, voice shaky.

He pressed the head firmer against her puckered rim, not pushing in yet, just teasing. “What’s wrong, Mommy? Lost your big mouth already?”

She bit the inside of her cheek hard, cheeks burning with embarrassment. After a few seconds, she confessed in a small, humiliated voice:

“I’ve… never had anything up there before. No one’s ever fucked my ass.”

Jungkook let out a low, dark chuckle, clearly thrilled by the revelation.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he said mockingly, voice dripping with dominance. “And this time you’re going to get your ass ruined by the same bratty boy you thought couldn’t dominate you. How does that feel?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

Jungkook reached down and scooped thick globs of her own creamy slick straight from her dripping pussy. He smeared it generously over her tight little asshole, rubbing it in circles before slowly pushing one finger inside her virgin back hole.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, slowly working his finger deeper. He curled it gently inside her, massaging her tight walls. “How does it feel, huh? Having your ass played with for the first time?”

Y/N moaned shakily into the mattress, fingers gripping the sheets. “It’s… weird… but good— ahh…”

He added more of her slick, pumping his finger in and out slowly, stretching her carefully. Every now and then he spat directly onto her hole, watching it glisten as he worked a second finger inside, scissoring her open.

“Such a tight little virgin ass,” he growled filthily. “But not for long. I’m going to turn this hole into a sloppy, well-fucked mess just like your cunt.”

He coated his massive cock thoroughly with a mix of her pussy juices and his own spit, making the thick shaft shine. Then he pressed the swollen head against her prepared rim and started pushing in slowly.

Y/N let out a long, broken moan as her virgin asshole stretched around his girth. Inch by inch, he sank into her incredibly tight heat until his hips were flush against her ass.

“Fuuuuck—!” she cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow.

Jungkook didn’t give her much time to adjust.

He grabbed her hips hard and started fucking her ass — hard and fast. Brutal, deep strokes that made her entire body jolt forward with every thrust. The tight bunk left no room for escape. He was pounding her mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping against her soaked pussy with every snap of his hips.

Y/N was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably. The pain was intense — she knew her asshole was going to be bruised and sore for days — but the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure had her dripping even more.

“Fuck— it hurts— but don’t stop—!” she gasped, pushing back against him like a desperate slut.

Jungkook grinned darkly, slamming into her virgin ass even harder.

“That’s right. Take it, you filthy whore. This is what you get for playing games with me.”

He kept railing her with raw, angry energy, completely owning her tight back hole while she moaned and trembled beneath him, secretly loving every brutal second of her first anal fucking.

Jungkook was in a full dominant rage now.

He suddenly pulled his thick cock out of her freshly stretched asshole with a wet pop, only to immediately slam it balls-deep back into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. The sudden switch made Y/N scream into the mattress. He gave her only a few savage pumps before pulling out again and forcing his way back into her tight ass, stretching the virgin ring brutally wide once more.

Every single time he switched holes, he pulled out completely — making her feel the fresh, burning stretch all over again.

“Fuuuuck— you bastard!” she cursed loudly, voice hoarse. “It hurts— you’re too fucking big—!”

But even as she cursed him, her body betrayed her. Her pussy drooled nonstop and her asshole clenched greedily around him every time he invaded it. She was secretly loving the brutal, nasty treatment.

Jungkook laughed darkly at her words. He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back hard, arching her body painfully as he kept switching between her holes with merciless force.

“Shut the fuck up, you dirty bitch,” he snarled, slamming back into her ass. “Look at you. Acting like such a high and mighty slut earlier, denying me, playing your little games… and now you’re getting your holes destroyed by the ‘bratty boy’ you underestimated.”

He switched again — ripping out of her ass and spearing her cunt violently.

“You’re nothing but a cock-hungry airline whore. A walking cum dumpster who pretends to be in control. But the second a real dick shows up, you fall apart like a pathetic, desperate bitch.”

The degrading words hit her ego hard. Y/N’s face flushed with a mix of humiliation and twisted arousal. She moaned louder, unable to hide how much it turned her on.

Y/N had enough of being purely on the receiving end.

With a sudden burst of strength, she howled and twisted her body underneath him, flipping them both over in the cramped bunk. She maneuvered until they were face-to-face in a tight, uncomfortable sitting lotus position — her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still buried deep inside her as they sat pressed together in the narrow space.

The position was incredibly cramped. Jungkook’s back was pressed against the wall of the bunk, his knees bent awkwardly.

“What the fuck— this is uncomfortable as hell,” he complained, scowling.

Y/N smirked, looking straight into his eyes as she rocked her hips slowly on his cock.

“Rich boy never had a day in his life where he had to adjust, huh?” she taunted sarcastically.

Before he could reply, her hand snaked around his back, sliding down to his firm ass. Her fingers teased his tight, untouched hole for a moment before one slick finger pushed inside him without warning.

Jungkook froze mid-thrust, eyes widening in shock. He looked back at her hand, then back at her face in disbelief.

“What the fuck are you doing—?!”

But the words died in his throat as her finger curled deep inside his ass, pressing firmly against his prostate. A loud, broken moan ripped out of him, followed by a high-pitched, bitchy cry.

“Oh fuck—! Ahh—!”

His entire body shuddered violently. As a man — especially a spoiled, entitled one — he had never once imagined anything going near his back door. The sudden intense pleasure mixed with the foreign stretch made his cock throb wildly inside her.

Y/N smirked victoriously, adding a second finger as she continued riding him slowly in the lotus position.

“Who’s the desperate bitch now, huh?” she purred, curling her fingers again and watching his face crumble in overwhelming pleasure.

Jungkook’s head fell forward onto her shoulder, moaning and whimpering pathetically like a bitch in heat as she finger-fucked his virgin ass while riding his cock.

“F-fuck… Mommy— ahhn—! It’s too much—!”

Y/N’s smirk only widened as she watched the proud, arrogant 18-year-old fall apart in her arms. She kept them locked in that tight, cramped lotus position, her legs wrapped firmly around his waist while her fingers worked deeper into his virgin asshole.

“Shhh, that’s it, baby boy,” she cooed, slipping fully back into her dominant Mommy role. “Let Mommy take care of you. Doesn’t it feel good? Having something inside your tight little ass while your big cock is buried in Mommy’s cunt?”

Jungkook let out a broken, whimpering moan, his face buried in the crook of her neck. His hips were twitching helplessly as she slowly fucked him with two slick fingers, curling and scissoring them against his prostate with expert precision.

“I— I’ve never— oh fuck, Mommy—!” His voice cracked pathetically.

“I know, baby,” she whispered sweetly, kissing the side of his head while her fingers pumped in and out of his ass. “Mommy likes it this way. I like breaking spoiled, arrogant boys like you. I like turning big-dicked brats into whimpering little bitches who cry on my fingers. This is how I like to fuck… when the man finally submits and lets me play with his pretty hole.”

She pushed a third finger inside him, stretching his tight ring even more. Jungkook cried out loudly, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy.

“Does my baby boy like it too?” she asked, voice soft and teasing as she rocked her hips, riding him slowly. “Be honest with Mommy.”

Jungkook’s entire body was trembling. The overwhelming pleasure radiating from his prostate was driving him insane. He nodded frantically against her neck, moaning like a desperate whore.

“Yes— fuck yes, Mommy… I like it— I love it— oh god, it feels so fucking good—!”

“That’s my good boy,” she praised, fingering his ass faster and harder. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of him filled the tiny bunk. “You were so mean and rough with Mommy’s holes earlier… but look at you now. Such a sensitive little baby when Mommy plays with your ass.”

She curled her fingers perfectly against his prostate again and again, milking him relentlessly while her pussy clenched around his cock.

Jungkook’s moans grew higher and more desperate. His hips started bucking up into her uncontrollably as tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked the corners of his eyes.

“Mommy—! I’m gonna— I can’t hold it—!”

“Cum for me, baby boy,” she commanded softly, fingers fucking his ass without mercy. “Fill Mommy’s cunt while I finger-fuck your slutty little hole. Be a good boy and give Mommy all your cum.”

With a loud, broken cry that sounded nothing like the arrogant Jungkook from earlier, he came hard.

His cock pulsed violently inside her as thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her pussy. At the same time, his asshole clenched tightly around her three fingers, spasming wildly as she kept milking his prostate through his intense orgasm.

Y/N moaned in satisfaction, holding him close as he shook and whimpered through the longest, most intense orgasm of his life. She kept her fingers buried deep in his ass until every last drop of cum was drained from his balls into her welcoming cunt.

When he finally collapsed against her, panting and trembling, she gently pulled her fingers out of his now-gaping, sensitive hole. She kissed his sweaty forehead tenderly.

“See, baby?” she whispered. “This is what Mommy likes. Rough when I want it… and completely breaking you when I want that too. And you loved every second of it, didn’t you?”

Jungkook could only nod weakly, still buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy, completely spent and submissive in her arms.

The long flight to France still had many hours left… and neither of them planned on leaving the crew rest bunk anytime soon.

The rest of the flight to France became an absolute haze of filthy, depraved shenanigans.

After their intense session in the crew rest bunk, Y/N and Jungkook couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The moment they slipped back into First Class, the real games began.

It started in the First Class lavatory.

Y/N dragged him inside barely twenty minutes after they returned to their seats. The second the door locked, she shoved him against the wall and dropped to her knees.

But this time, she had something filthier in mind.

“I need to piss so bad,” she whispered, eyes dark with lust. “But I want you inside me while I do it.”

Jungkook’s cock hardened instantly. He bent her over the tiny sink, yanked her skirt up, and slammed into her soaked pussy in one thrust. The position was cramped and awkward, but that only made it hotter.

“Fuck, Mommy… you’re such a dirty slut,” he groaned, pounding into her.

Y/N moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Don’t pull out when I cum… I’m going to piss all over your cock.”

She didn’t hold back. As her orgasm hit, a hot gush of piss mixed with her cum sprayed out around his thrusting cock, soaking his balls and dripping down both their thighs. The warm, wet sensation drove Jungkook wild. He fucked her even harder through her Omorashi release, the filthy sounds echoing in the small bathroom.

“You’re pissing on my dick like a desperate whore,” he growled, slapping her ass. “Such a nasty Mommy.”

Y/N was shaking with pleasure, another smaller squirt escaping as he railed her. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and filled her pussy with thick ropes of cum while her piss still trickled down.

They barely cleaned up before slipping back out, both of them smelling like sex and sin.

Later, during the meal service preparation, Y/N pulled him into the small galley area behind the curtain.

“Sit,” she ordered softly.

Jungkook sat on the small fold-down crew seat. Y/N hiked up her skirt, moved her thong aside, and sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion until she was fully seated.

“Cockwarm me while I prepare the meals,” she whispered, kissing his neck. “I’m a sucker for this big dick stretching me.”

Jungkook groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist as she started working — arranging trays, heating food, pouring drinks — all while his cock stayed buried deep inside her warm, fluttering pussy.

Every time she moved to reach for something, his cock shifted inside her, making her bite her lip to stay quiet. Jungkook was in heaven, buried in her sloppy, cum-filled cunt while she worked.

But when she had to leave to serve other First Class passengers, he started whining pathetically.

“Mommy… don’t go,” he whimpered, hips twitching up into her. “Stay on my cock. Please…”

Y/N kissed him sweetly. “Be a good boy and wait. Mommy will reward you when I come back.”

She returned ten minutes later.

As promised, she dropped to her knees right there in the galley, pulled his pants down, and gave him the best blowjob of his entire life.

She took him all the way to the back of her throat without gagging, drooling messily as she bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled around the head, sucking hard while her hand stroked the base. She looked up at him with teary, lust-filled eyes, humming around his cock like she was starving for it.

“Fuck— Mommy—! This is— oh my god—” Jungkook was a moaning mess, hands tangled in her hair.

She deepthroated him repeatedly, gagging herself on his thickness, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her tits that were spilling out of her blouse. When he finally came, she swallowed every drop, milking him dry with her throat before pulling off with a filthy pop and licking her lips.

“Best cock I’ve had in months,” she praised, kissing the tip.

Afterwards, Y/N stayed on his lap, cuddling against his chest as the plane flew through the night sky. Jungkook wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back.

“You know… this was supposed to be a punishment flight,” he said with a soft laugh. “Instead, it became the best day of my life.”

Y/N lifted her head and kissed him tenderly.

“Good. That was the point, baby. You don’t always need private jets and luxury to have fun. Sometimes you just need the right person to make things exciting.”

Jungkook smiled, looking more relaxed and genuine than he had in a long time.

When the plane landed in Paris early the next morning, Jungkook didn’t rush off to his usual VIP treatment. He waited for Y/N to finish her duties, then walked out of the airport with her hand in his.

For the first time in his spoiled life, he didn’t care about the private car waiting or the schedule. He just wanted to spend more time with the bold, filthy, caring woman who had completely turned his world upside down.

A few days later, Y/N was no longer just a flight attendant on that route. Jungkook made sure she had plenty of time off… and plenty of first-class tickets on his father’s planes.

Their relationship was messy, extremely filthy, and strangely perfect.

The spoiled billionaire’s son had finally found someone who could handle — and dominate — every side of him.

And he couldn’t be happier.

The End.