When God Blinks

Chapter 1: History Books

Jungkook loves the little wicked glances. How I lick my lips and open them so naughtily, knowing he's imagining what I'd look like with spit dribbling down my chin. Webs of saliva hanging themselves and bubbles decorating the shaft of his dick. How I'd look like at the mercy of his hands, my knuckles white and my right ass cheek rosy; outlining a huge hand that fit just right.

He loves the little moments where I tease and rut up against him. He loves how my ass manages to squeeze his erection through the fabric of my shorts. He loves how my fingers flirt with the hem of his underwear, occasionally tapping at the slit and licking his precum. He loves it when I tease him, because his emotions get the best of him and he can fuck me until the only words I know are his name and "harder."

How I dress myself up in the tightest clothing knowing he can't touch; or if I'm feeling bold, wearing nothing but an apron as I serve him breakfast and ride him in bed. I take time to do everything carefully. How I lick my spoon, how I turn my head. From the way I stand up to the way I grind my cock on his.

Jungkook loves it when God blinks, because he knows that it's my cue to start my performance of playful obscenity. Where the world becomes my lecherous playground and getting to all kinds of trouble with my Daddy.

"Jimin, we're in a library!"

"So?" I wink at him, nibbling at his earlobe while I push my thigh up his crotch.

"Do you really want to say "so?" to me?"

"Mhhhm. Tell me what you'll do O, Mr. Jeon! Tell me what you will d-"

I can feel myself being spun around, but I smile in defeat knowing I'm getting my fix.

"Mock me one more time baby, try it. I dare you. You can tease me all you want but I won't let you cum."

I feel a hand grip at my right cheek, and I exude one of the most lewdest moans a library could ever hear. I think everyone in the library heard me moan so high. Maybe even the dead people in the books around us could hear me. I can feel his pinky digging its way into my hole, and my dick is twitching in anticipation. I back up on Jungkook, holding one of the shelves as support. He's squeezing awfully hard, and I can't help but tiptoe as I'm manhandled in a place of learning. My head starts pulsating, and a hand snakes itself to trace the outline of my zipper. I can feel his nails dangerously playing with the head of my dick through my pants, fingers welcoming themselves into my mouth.

I always loved sucking his fingers. It made me feel so hot yet filthy inside, like I was too needy of a slut that I'd suffice with a couple digits. I rut back against his crotch, but everything suddenly feels empty. His hand frees itself from squeezing my ass, and his fingers exit my mouth forming a long string. I watch open mouthed in sadness as his finger disappears. I turn back around at Jungkook, and he leans back on one of the shelves, licking at his fingers. Cheater.

"Hey, that was your cue to you know- fuck me and ben-"

"Don't you remember?" Jungkook cups both my cheeks this time, and he swallows me whole. He entwines his tongue with mine, swallowing my whimpers and saliva. I can feel his hands leave my ass cheeks, switching to a different position. His left hand sits on my waist, the other trailing circles from my balls to my twitching hole. There are shivers and jolts coursing through my body, my breathing quickly accelerating. I arch my back, and my hand naturally meets his. I end up holding one of his fingers, pushing it deeper myself. I can feel him at my hole, and I moan again; disgustingly high.
I can feel him lift his hand, and my backside has never felt so alone.
He leaves my mouth, and I'm left there in a state of blankness. My breathing is irregular, spit plastered on my face. I am everything below the societal standard, completely dazed and fucked out.

And he hasn't even put it in yet.

"So. You wanna grab some coffee?"