Rule 46
"I DON'T THINK it's right for me to stay here tonight." I mumbled quietly, taking a moment to look around Jungkook's bedroom as the man in question finally emerged from his walk-in-closet with a raised eyebrow.
"It's my father's house. And you're in my bedroom, Y/N. So if I say it's right that you stay here tonight, and you're not feeling so uncomfortable and unwelcome as to want to return to the dorms right at this moment when it's literally—" He paused to glance up at digital wall clock. "—forty five minutes past midnight," He stated meaningfully before walking towards me with light and easy steps. "Then I think it's pretty damn right that you do."
Stopping barely inches away from where I was sitting on the edge of his neatly made bed, he brought two of his fingers out to tip my chin upwards and leaned forward slightly until I was forced to look into his dark, amused eyes. "Do you feel uncomfortable being in my bedroom alone with me, flower?"
"N-Not really as much as feeling uncomfortable at thought of overstaying my welcome." I found myself mumbling in a surprisingly steady voice even as Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, his gaze automatically flitting to my swollen, pink lips as he leaned closer just like he had done a few minutes ago, outside this very room.
I had intended to delay this for as long as it was possible but apparently, it was impossible to keep Jungkook from staring at my mouth the moment we found ourselves alone in an enclosed space with each other. Which was often.
And which further led me to wonder exactly how much he had subjected me to this outrightly shameless staring in the past month.
"Oh, I assure you, you're definitely not." Jungkook rasped, the corner of his mouth tugging up slightly when I blinked at him dubiously.
Biting my lip to calm down my nervousness, I glanced away for a second to gather my thoughts before focusing on him again.
Or more specifically his lips.
Ones that he was biting down upon, unconsciously mirroring me.
I suddenly felt all too aware of the way he was looking at me, the breath in my lungs getting knocked out when I saw him lightly suck his lower lip into his mouth—drawing my attention towards the little mole which I always thought added a whole lot of softness to his otherwise chiseled, masculine face—before releasing it as he studied my flushed face with a barely masked interest.
If he'd somehow noticed my fascination... and fixation with that particular detail of his appearance, he didn't say so and simply gazed at me with a faint, half-amused smile of sorts, smoothing a thumb over the corner of my mouth and delicately caressing the skin along my jawline with the lightest of touches.
As if he were allowing his hands to stray unchecked for just a little while longer before he was eventually forced to pull away.
The notion that he found it simply impossible to keep himself from touching me in any way that I would allow him to made my heart swell with warm feminine pride as it did a little pitter-patter dance inside my chest. I had never considered myself to be particularly beautiful—never even thought that a guy as attractive as him would ever be interested in indulging my hidden but desperate desire for casual intimacy and find himself so utterly taken with me that he simply couldn't bring himself to resist reaching out and touching me, but here I was.
Experiencing things I never thought I would get to experience. And enjoying myself a little too much as I secretly allowed myself to want more.
"Where will I sleep?" Letting out a shaky breath, I swallowed hard, gazing at him wide-eyed and curious as to what exactly he was thinking in that moment to smile like that, that too unprompted—as I wasn't sure if said anything funny at all to make him look so awfully entertained.
And yet I was met with a slow, languorous grin as Jungkook cocked a mischievous eyebrow at me, before slowly looking towards his bed.
He didn't need to enunciate his response, I soon realised, as I followed his gaze and nodded. Of course.
If we could survive sharing my tiny little bed at the dorm, we could definitely share a king-size bed. That too, without me having to worry about brushing against him too much and erm—causing his body to have an uncomfortable reaction.
As overbearing as he could be at times, with the amount of relentless teasing he put me through and the not-so-subtle, amused gleam in his eyes every time he said something dirty in my presence, I still didn't want him to spend another night hurting.
Because even though he hadn't said anything this morning, I knew it had been painful. It had looked painful too and Jungkook really wasn't so bad a guy that I would deliberately want to cause him more discomfort.
"Fine, can I sleep on the left side then?" I asked. It was the side closest to the bathroom in case my period decided to arrive earlier than expected. The mere thought of bleeding through my vagina and cramping horribly in a completely unfamiliar place where the only person I could remotely claim to know was of the opposite gender gave me terrible anxiety, but it was certainly reassuring to know that I had my emergency period kit ready in my bag.
Due to that unexpected little 'sensation' that had happened earlier at the dinner table, I still felt extremely moist down there, almost uncomfortably so, and I wanted to be prepared to get off the bed and make a run for the bathroom if the situation so warranted.
"Not like that, no, you can't." Jungkook shook his head dismissively as he took me in my tight, body-hugging dress. As good as I knew I looked in it, it wasn't exactly going to be the most comfortable to sleep in and it was obvious I would need something looser. Something more suitable.
Something that Jungkook had already thought of, I realised as I finally looked at the clothes in his other hand.
"Change into these first and you can have whichever side you want later." He stated generously as I took the clothes. He'd given me one of his huge, oversized white t-shirts and a pair of loose grey pants that looked like they would fit two of me if I tried hard enough.
"Don't you think these might be a little too big for me?" I asked, a little sarcastically but Jungkook seemed prepared for my remark as he immediately responded with a gesture towards the door.
For a second, I almost thought he meant to say 'wear these or get out' but no such luck. With Jungkook's newfound desire to always stay by my side, stuck to me like an annoying piece of bubblegum in my hair, I figured that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
With the way things were going right now, he was much more likely to drag me into his room than ask me to leave.
"Well it's either these oversized clothes or the perfectly fitted lingerie that came with your dress." He smirked wickedly, clearly getting a kick out my scandalous expressions. "What do you say?" He grinned, enjoying this way too much. "Do you want me to go get it?"
"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed horrified, my cheeks burning brighter than the red of my dress as I petulantly reached for his t-shirt. "Don't you dare move a muscle until I come back." I told him urgently, well, as urgently as I could with how bashful I felt, before picking up the clothes and dashing towards the walk-in-closet.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare, little flower." Came Jungkook's snarky reply just as I shut the door behind me, blushing even more furiously at the note of laughter in his voice.
He thought this was funny?
I huffed to myself. Maybe he did deserve to be in pain after all.
Shaking my head to rid it of my vicious train of thoughts, I finally managed to strip out of my dress after struggling with the zipper for what seemed like an hour. Only it wasn't really an hour, more like a tiring couple of minutes that had successfully drained me of at least ninety percent of my energy, causing me to inelegantly slump onto the creamy beige ottoman chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror right in the middle of the narrow closet.
And yet, despite the day's exhaustion weighing down on me, I couldn't help but glance at my half-naked reflection in the mirror that had clearly been cleaned to perfection by the housekeeping.
I was pretty sure, if I tried hard enough, I could even see the little hair on my body rising up as my bare torso was hit by the cold rush of air and realisation that I not only had to step out in just a t-shirt—without a bra giving me some degree of the protection I so desperately needed, but I also had to make a choice between either wearing my panties that were completely soiled or not wearing any underwear at all and going commando.
That too in a man's presence.
And not just any man.
Jungkook.
The guy who could mentally strip me naked with just one knowing glance.
But I had no choice. It was either sitting in this heavily carpeted, completely enclosed space for at least another eight hours and risking death by suffocation or faking nonchalance and stepping out into the room with my arms tightly crossed over my chest until the moment I could safely slip under the comforter.
Faking nonchalance it was, then.
Grimacing to myself, I quickly slipped the t-shirt over my head before bending down to pull my panties off and letting them pool around my ankles, frowning at their visible dampness.
I could not understand why my body was acting this way. It was clear from my underwear that it wasn't my period. And I had definitely not peed myself either.
And yet, the uncomfortably moist and sticky feeling between my legs refused to disappear, growing more and more strong the more I focused on it.
Feeling extremely concerned and a little bit anxious, I forced my rapidly thumping heart to calm down as I hesitantly slid my fingers downwards and under Jungkook's shirt. Strangely enough, my heartbeat simply refused to fall into a steady pattern, growing even wilder with apprehension as I let my fingers explore, my eyes widening at the unfamiliar wetness that met my fingertips.
What the hell?
Sure, I didn't know much about the human physiology but I knew enough about the female hygiene to know that this was not discharge.
Silently instructing myself to not panic, I focused on regulating my uneven breathing as I hesitantly slid my fingers upwards, prodding around gently until a sharp flurry of a sweet, heady sensation shot through my body once again—this time much more stronger than last time.
So strong that it became increasingly hard to breathe in that moment; my eyes fluttering close of their own accord and a moan getting stuck in the back of my throat as I blindly grasped for something to steady myself with. But there was nothing. And I barely had any time to catch myself before my knees hit the carpeted floor, buckling under my weight as throbbing tremors flowed through my entire body.
"Oh my God," I exhaled in shock, leaning heavily on the ottoman as I tried to pull myself upright. Still thrumming with pent-up energy, my body seemed to be screaming at me to touch myself down there once again, as if I'd left off something extremely important in between, chickening out before I could go all the way, but I was already beginning to regret giving in to my curiosity the first time.
Whatever it was that my body wanted, I figured, it would have to wait until I got back to Jeju-do where I could ask eomma about it. I was too embarrassed to even discuss this with Mackenzie even though I had a sneaking suspicion that she might know exactly what it was that I was experiencing.
Clenching my fists, I took in a deep breath, pointedly ignoring the sticky heat pooling between my legs and stood up straight before distractedly running my hands along the t-shirt to smoothen out the nonexistent wrinkles.
I felt incredibly bare down there with my private parts now completely exposed to the cold air but fortunately, the t-shirt was long enough to cover most of my upper thighs and I just had to be careful to not let the fabric hitch up when I slept.
Yeah, with my sleeping habits, that wasn't happening.
With a defeated sigh, I slipped into the pants Jungkook had given me. It was almost new and didn't look stretched out at all but there was still no way it was staying up on my waist by itself so I chose to pull the drawstrings as tight as they would go without snapping and gave myself a final once over in the mirror.
The sleeves of the t-shirt fell way past my elbows, the straight, baggy cut completely drowning out the shape of my body and the hem of the pants dragged against the carpet.
It looked like I was dressed for three, not one.
But oh well, at least it was comfortable.
Looking around the space, I lingered around for a few more seconds, partly because I was still feeling a little shaken due to the little 'knee-buckling incident' and didn't quite have the courage to go out just yet and partly because the potential architect in me couldn't help taking in the elegant dark grey and soft beige interior of Jungkook's walk-in-closet, even though most of it seemed to be unused with numerous compartments lying empty.
Perhaps, it was because Jungkook didn't really live here anymore and had moved majority of his things to the dorm but I found it difficult to believe that a guy as rich could find his entire closet emptied out just because he decided to temporarily shift some of his clothes elsewhere.
A part of me couldn't help but wonder if Jungkook's decision to live in the dorm despite living in Seoul was indeed influenced by his strained relationship with his father but I chose to keep my curiosity to myself as frankly, it was none of my business. Firmly reminding myself to not bring up this topic with Jungkook, I sat around pointlessly analysing details of Jungkook's closet for some more time, until I couldn't delay the inevitable any longer and had to finally walk out.
"I'm sorry I took so lo—" I stopped in my tracks upon seeing a half-naked, purely male figure sprawled across the bed as the said male in question regarded me with a look of absolutely wicked delight.
"And I thought you would never come out of there." Jungkook smirked, dark eyes glittering with sheer, unadulterated mischief as they assessed my flushed face knowingly. "Tell me, little flower," He drawled, propping himself up on one elbow comfortably, the small action causing his arm muscles to visibly flex and his abs to tighten in a shockingly attractive manner as I stood glued to the ground, suddenly not sure where to look.
I had seen him shirtless before, even held onto his bare torso as he had taken me flyboarding but both of those times I had had other things to look at to distract myself.
And he hadn't directly conversed with me all that much, bestowing all of his attention onto me.
The times that he had talked to me, we had been very close, meaning I only had to look at his face.
And even then, we hadn't been alone long enough for me to face this dilemma.
Where the hell was I supposed to look now when he was talking to me from far away enough that there was no way I could look at him without his body coming into my direct line of vision?
And what a body, indeed. There was a reason he felt so unnaturally comfortable and in his element despite being almost half-naked in my presence. With his strong, wide shoulders, arms that looked like they could easily lift someone twice my weight and a perfectly sculpted torso in all its lightly tanned glory, complete with at least three horizontally defined indentations that ended in a well-defined V right where his sweatpants began, it definitely wasn't a body one would shy away from showing off.
But the question was, why now?
Did he actually gain some sort of an iniquitous pleasure in knowing that I would be looking?
"Tell you what?" I echoed bashfully, shyly crossing my arms over my chest and studying at the wall behind Jungkook with deliberate intensity as his eyes roved over me, taking his sweet freaking time even when I did my best to glare at him. Or, more specifically, the wall.
"Whether you enjoyed touching yourself in there." He responded silkily, as I looked up at him speechless. He asked that so casually, as if he were asking me about the weather and not if I had just touched myself down there.
"I-I did not." I insisted, intending to sound assertive but ending up fumbling over the first word as the whole effect was ruined, confirming Jungkook's suspicions.
He grinned devilishly. "Didn't touch yourself or didn't enjoy it?"
I bit my lip. "Both."
Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "I heard you moan." He stated hoarsely.
"Clear enough for me to know it was pleasurable. Which means one of two things." He threw me a heated glance. "That you, my innocent little flower, were either so fucking sensitive that you came all over your fingers with just one touch or," he paused, lips quirking up slightly as he stared at my mouth parted in shock. "Perhaps even that one touch was too much for you and you copped out at the last moment, failing to reach an orgasm."
Orgasm. There it was again. The darned word I had no idea about.
And even though I felt utterly mortified at being confronted like this, I shoved my embarrassment to the back of my conscience and marched towards the bed to retrieve my phone.
Might as well find out what the freaking word actually meant.
"The peak of sexual pleasure." Jungkook spoke even before I could reach for it. "That's all a Google search will tell you." He stated nonchalantly. "Perhaps in slightly more complicated words and/or accompanied by even lengthier explanations but either of which may not be of much help unless you accidentally happen to stumble upon porn." He added matter-of-factly as I simply blinked at him.
"Oh." I enunciated lamely before gingerly taking a seat on the edge of the bed, my back facing him. "You make it sound terribly boring."
A low chuckle sounded behind me. "Was it boring, what you did in there?"
I gulped, my face heating up. "Uhh n-not really boring per se." I mumbled quietly. "More jarring. Because it was unexpected."
"So you did not cum?"
"I... don't know?" I turned to look at him, equal parts confused and curious. "What does that even mean? You said the word earlier today as well and I'm afraid I have no idea what you mean."
"Why not ask Google?" Jungkook arched a taunting brow at me and then smirked when I scowled at him.
"Fuck you," Practically bristling with annoyance, I cursed him before I could change my mind and jerkily leaning forward once again to grab my phone.
I didn't know what made me say such crude words but I didn't feel guilty at all. He deserved that for always getting on my nerves.
"Fuck me?" Jungkook repeated, arching a brow once he had recovered from the initial shock, a secretive smirk now playing on his lips as I typed away on my phone furiously.
"I sure hope you do, flower." He laughed amused as I stared at him in absolute horror.
He was shameless.
For saying things like this and for implying that he would make me cum on his fingers.
"I definitely will not!" I practically exclaimed, shaking with indignation and something else as I glared at his handsome face. "And I will not cum on your fingers ever!"
I felt something stir painfully in my pants as I took in the delicate, animated features and the gorgeous, flushed face of the girl sitting in front of me, who was currently staring at me in absolute outrage as her chest heaved up and down from the effort.
Two bad words in one single conversation? From a mouth that had never said a single mean word to anyone who didn't deserve it? I really had to give it to Y/N for her phenomenal prowess.
I couldn't help the grin that made its way onto my lips.
"But you will on your own, yeah?" I whispered, biting my lip as her throat visibly bobbed. She was nervous. But hardly what I would describe as unwilling.
She looked way too turned on for me to doubt the next words that left my mouth and yet, I knew there was no way I was going to make her go into this until I was completely sure of what she really wanted.
"Complete here what you couldn't inside my wardrobe?" I watched intently as her breath hitched at the idea, getting stuck near the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat.
"I can't do that." Y/N shook her head, sounding breathless as she stared down at her hands. "I don't know how to."
Disappointment flared up inside my chest at her quiet response but I clamped it down and nodded. Anything sexual that happened between us either had to happen when she felt as optimistic about doing it as I did or not happen at all. That was the only condition at which I was allowing myself to do this relationship thing with her.
And I was perfectly content just holding her in her sleep until she was ready for the next step.
"And it's alright if you don't," I shot her a reassuring grin before reaching out to smooth a hand over hers. "You'll figure it out at your own pace."
"Wh-What?" Y/N blinked at me in disbelief. Clearly, she had not been expecting me to back off at the first signs of hesitation.
The realisation only made my blood boil at the thought of the kind of men she'd met so far that she couldn't believe this was exactly the kind of treatment she deserved.
"I'm not going to apologise for shooting my shot just a few seconds ago," I clarified with a playful smile as she blushed. "I won't ever stop doing that. I can't stop doing that. But you don't need to take me seriously unless you're truly interes—"
A groan escaped my lips as Y/N suddenly tackled me back into the headboard, crushing her lips against mine. Throwing her arms around my neck, she manoeuvred her way into my lap as her lips moved against mine slowly but insistently, coaxing me to part my mouth.
"I meant 'I can't do it' as in I can't do it alone, you freaking idiot!" She murmured against my lips before moving to plant a string of kisses along my jaw as I found myself tensing up, my entire being zeroing in on the way her soft lips danced across my burning skin, slow and persuasive.
Fuck.
And she rocked in my lap, making herself comfortable without a damn care for my sanity, skimming those soft fucking hands along my abs just like I'd subconsciously imagined every night since I'd met her, and looking at me with those bright fucking doe eyes when all I could really think about was how close she was and how addictive she smelled.
It was unreal how someone could be so beautiful and yet so innocent. Pretty things were usually always the first ones to get tarnished by the forces of nature.
And right now, Y/N looked positively bewitching in my arms as she let me run up my hands along her sides. Touching. Stroking. Feeling.
The soft, thin fabric of my t-shirt did little to hide the fact that she was completely bare underneath it, and the sight of it clinging to her curves in a slow, sensuous and pliant way as it yielded to my audaciously explorative touch, combined with the multiple, soft shudders that raked through her body with every new inch that I covered, nearly had me on the verge of exploding.
A groan left my parted lips as Y/N brought her lips to mine once again, the action causing her front to press flush against mine as I gripped her waist to steady her.
Holy mother of God.
"And I'm going to cum on your fingers and your fingers only, you hear me? Whatever that feels like. So don't you dare smirk at me because I'm only going to say this once." She whispered seriously, her unwavering gaze locked on me confidently despite the hints of shyness still lingering in their dark russet depths. "I want you to give me an orgasm."
This girl was something else.
It took all of my determination in that moment to not claim her lips and flip her over so she was no longer hovering over me and instead lying underneath me with my fingers buried inside her pants. But I did it. I resisted the urge to have my wicked way with her as I pulled away to frown at her.
"Don't fuck with me, Y/N. And certainly don't rush into things on my account." I told her seriously. "Because once I start, it's going to be terribly difficult for me to stop and I don't want to do anything you're not truly ready for. So don't take spur of the moment decisions you're going to regret later."
She could never find out, the painstaking effort it took to say all of that to her as she sat there in all of her gorgeousness with her rose-tinted cheeks and swollen, sensuous lips when all I wanted to do was to wrap her luscious locks around my hand and tug her cute little chin up until I had free access to devour every last inch of her sweet mouth, and to find out just how loud she would scream into mine as my fingers drove in and out of her.
I clamped my eyes shut at the mental image before taking in a deep breath and opening them to continue again. But Y/N beat me to it.
"Is it something that will involve me losing my virginity?"
I swallowed. "No. Not really. We are not ready for that y—" I sucked in a shaky breath, looking at her with conflicted eyes. "Why do you even want to do this all of a sudden?" Up until a few moments ago she had been so opposed to the idea and now she was acting like this. It was uncharacteristic of how she generally behaved.
Y/N's face fell. "Don't you want to do it too?"
I cursed myself. "Of course, I do but you—"
But Y/N was already pushing me away as she made a move to get off me. "I get it. It's okay." She mumbled dejectedly, disappointment written clearly across her expressions as she disentangled her arms from around me.
Clenching my jaw, I gripped one of her wrists.
She wasn't fucking going anywhere.
"Fuck no, get back here, flower." I commanded. "You aren't moving from my lap until you explain."
"I'm heavy." She protested bashfully as I pulled her back to sit on me.
"I'm sure I can take it." I muttered dryly. If she was heavy, I was fucking weak. "Explain, now."
"There's nothing to explain." She all but whined, hands coming up to play with the chain around my neck as I kept one hand steady around her waist and brought another one upto her chin to make her look at me. "I was just intimidated earlier and it just rushed out of my mouth, okay? You were teasing me and I just wanted to get back at you by saying that I wouldn't let you give me an orgasm. Happy?" She huffed, stealing an embarrassed glance at me as I grinned.
"But you do actually want an orgasm, yes?" I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the way she squirmed under my questioning gaze a little too much for my own good.
"Yes. Yes I do! How many times are you going to make me say it?" She complained petulantly as I chuckled.
God, she made it too much fucking fun to mess with her sometimes.
"Until I get sick of hearing it." Wrapping my hands around her waist, I drew her closer until her chest pressed against mine, our foreheads touching and our breaths mixing.
"Now, tell me, baby." I let out a shaky groan as she braced herself by pushing her hands flat on my abdomen, unconsciously grinding against my pelvis as her jaw slacked open in shock and panic. Clearly, she felt what I was feeling too.
But she simply wasn't ready for it yet.
"Fuck, flower." I cursed darkly as I flipped us over so that she was no longer torturing me. Tonight, I needed to keep my head on straight if I really wanted to make this about her. And it was about her. Only about her.
It was hard enough as it is with her wearing my clothes, her intoxicatingly sweet scent swirling in with the familiar fresh notes of my cologne and fucking with my senses. She really fucking needed to stop tempting me lest my restraint snapped.
"Which way do you want to do it, hmm? Do you want me to help you touch yourself or do you want me to do it for you?" I mumbled, leaning down to place a kiss against the shell of her ear before moving to the point where her jaw met her neck. "Because you clearly seem to need some guidance considering how you couldn't bring yourself to a climax in my closet earlier."
"I want you to do it for me." She whispered shyly, blushing crimson at her own words. "As I said before I'm not really sure how to do it and I don't want to accidentally hurt myself."
She trusted me to not hurt her.
I couldn't help but smile at that, a sense of masculine pride filling me as I gazed down at her with all of the love that I could possibly muster for her. And there was a lot. Because I felt this indescribably ridiculous urge to kiss her and keep going until both of us were out of breath.
Until all I could breathe was her.
"I want you to tell me to stop at any moment you don't feel like going ahead with this, alright?" I mumbled, hovering my lips over hers as I gently licked the seam of her mouth, silently urging her to open up.
And that she did, a beautiful, strangled moan falling from her lips as I pulled up her—my t-shirt and slowly edged towards the waistband of the pants, my fingers dragging along the smooth skin of her lower abdomen and allowing her enough time to resist before they dipped lower.
If she allowed me to do this, I was going to make her mine and there were no two ways about that.
I didn't care what the initial agreement had entailed but if I was going to make her cum in my bedroom, on my bed, wearing my fucking clothes and on my fingers, she was mine.
"Is this okay?" I glanced at her for confirmation as she quietly nodded, biting her lip so hard when my hand slipped into the pants that I was afraid she would draw blood.
"Your words, flower. Use them." I instructed hoarsely, my face inches away from hers as she hesitantly let go of her lower lip to respond with a subtle nod.
"Yes, it's okay." Y/N gasped, her body practically shaking with anticipation as my hand finally slipped between her legs. "Kiss me, Jungkook."
"I'd be an idiot not to." Jungkook grinned before diving in with a fervour unknown to me as I shuddered at the onslaught of sensations, wet, warm and pleasurable. His tongue met mine in a frenzy as I arched off the bed, my body involuntarily seeking his proximity as his fingers found my most intimate part.
"Fuck," A low curse escaped Jungkook's throat as two of his fingers slid along my slit. "You're drenched, flower. And all for me."
Something inside me clenched at the possessive note in his deep voice. I hoped that was a good thing because all I could think of right now was the way his fingers were moving against my skin. Slow and pleasurable. It had felt nothing like this when I'd done the same and the sensations coursing through my body were indescribable as his hand slipped sideways to spread my legs apart a bit more, squeezing the tender skin of my upper inner thigh.
Words betrayed me as I fell back into the pillows, gasping out loud when his fingers deliberately brushed against a particularly sensitive nub, so sensitive that just one touch had me completely arching off the bed as I fisted my hands into the sheets tightly, caught between the sudden desire to get out of Jungkook's firm grip and to grind myself into his hand at the same time.
"Ahh," I cried out, burying my face into the crook of his neck when he suddenly circled the sweet spot with two of his fingers, his bicep flexing against my chest.
"So you like this, huh?" Grinning wickedly against my skin, he placed a chaste kiss against the side of my neck before doing that again as I practically thrashed in his arms.
I'd always known that he was good with his hands, but not that it could feel so good too.
I trembled, shivering with excitement as the cool metal of Jungkook's bracelet rubbed against the sensitive skin of my mons, before his fingers parted me with a mind numbing urgency.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, flower." He commanded softly as I found myself complying, holding his gaze through barely open eyes for as long as I could before he did a particular manoeuvre with his fingers that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I whimpered uncontrollably.
"Let me see how fucking pretty you look when you're making a mess all over my fingers." He hummed as my thighs shook intensely from the tight circles he continued to draw around that one particular spot, mercilessly edging me on despite the lewd moans that fell from my throat.
"God, you're so fucking wet," He groaned as his fingers dipped into my wetness once again before coming upwards to rub the apex point until I almost saw stars. "I'm not surprised you're not wearing any panties. You would've ruined them."
"I-I think I already did." I enunciated breathlessly, whimpering as another wave of pleasure seemed to wash over me, almost reaching the pinnacle but something told me it wasn't quite there yet.
But that admission seemed to do it for Jungkook as he let out an almost painstaking groan, burying his head into my neck and inhaling sharply as he rubbed me even harder. "You liked the idea of me doing filthy things to you that much, huh?" He taunted as thinking became harder and harder, my entire being focused on the building sensation at the apex of my core.
"I never knew you were such a naughty fucking girl." He rasped, the sound of his low rumble echoing deep inside me and travelling right down to my core as I finally felt the last thread of bodily restraint snap.
Unending tremors of pleasure coursed through me as I came with a scream, my eyes clenching shut and my head spinning so hard I was pretty sure I could see blazing red stars glittering behind my closed eyes while my body refused to come down from the high, jerking involuntarily when Jungkook pressed a series of kisses from my jaw to my shoulder, his hand still buried between my legs.
"Good girl." He praised softly, his voice a rough hum against my heated skin as he pressed his lips to the base of my throat. "You make the prettiest sounds while cumming, baby. So fucking gorgeous."
"Mmh," I barely acknowledged his words as his fingers started to move again, ignoring the way my body practically twitched at his renewed stimulation.
Gathering my wetness between his fingers, he continued placing soft kisses on every inch of my skin bared to him as found the magic spot once again with the practiced ease of an experienced lover and rubbed it relentlessly, occasionally pinching and rolling it between his fingers as I started to pant again, feeling the familiar but oh so addictive tension build in my core.
"Please," I found myself seconds away from literally begging, my voice a whispered whine as my body shook with tiny, pleasurable spasms, desperately waiting for the final wave to break. "Please, Jungkook." I cried out, my voice a mix between a moan and a scream as he gave the little bundle of nerves one last flick before I was swept into ecstatic oblivion once again, my tired body slumping against the cool mattress as I rode out numerous mini-orgasms that seemed to hit one after the other until I was completely and utterly worn out.
And then, before I knew it I was drifting off into dreamland with the last memory in my half-closed eyes being of a shirtless Jungkook smirking and saying something unintelligible while he sucked his fingers clean and then pulling up the comforter to my chin before leaning to place a kiss on my forehead as I finally dozed off.
This might suck because it's been ages since I've written romantic smut. I haven't even read through the chapter yet as it took me so freaking long to write this and I have a pile of clothes waiting to be sorted before I sleep. So I have no idea if it actually turned out being as steamy as I intended it to be. I also tried switching the POV wherever it felt right as demanded by you all hahaha. Hopefully, that succeeded.
Obviously, I didn't want to make it too freaky because that would just be out of character for these two. Plus, it's only Y/N's first orgasm so I couldn't write anything over the top. I hope you guys will still like it though.
Until next time,
Byeee.
