WARNING: Please be warned that this story is rated mature. This chapter contains explicit sexual scenario. Proceed with caution.
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The scent of female pheromones released during sexual intercourse is considered as the strongest aphrodisiac.
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Jungkook drags Daun out of the pavilion and to a path that she never noticed before. Their hands are tightly linked together as they trudge along the dirt path and towards the towering trees. They stop from time to time to graze their lips with the needed kisses.
They are sweet. They are rushed. They are gentle. They are fierce. Altogether, the kisses are hot, never failing to inflame the swelling emotions that Daun feels inside. She can only giggle with the bubbling mirth and happiness.
He smiles as he tags her to hurry and hushes her from time to time with her loudening giggles, warning that someone might notice them. Her giggles morphs to echoing laughs with his absurdity. Of course, there are no one to be watchful of, except from her other worried soulmates. However, Daun doesn't think of them as much for she knows too well that she is already okay. Her only thoughts are the need to be with Jungkook and the excitement of what to come.
Her thoughts are only with the youngest of her soulmates and the tingles in their touch, never bothering how the towering trees had parted to reveal an old cabin with beautiful river as its background. The waters are pristine, silently rushing just like her emotions for the past hours before finding him in the pavilion. She had never thought to be alone with the man. It was always with the others. Sometimes she would think that he somehow just puts up with her presence because she is also his soulmate. Of course, it was one of the thoughts that are nonsensical. After all their several make outs, which are both heated or tamed that never escalated so far, with the approving eyes of the others, her brain would still think the same. She had thought a lot about it, castigating her mind with which Yoongi had soothed her earlier this morning. Perhaps, her brain can't still comprehend that she has seven and that Jungkook too has the same need of her as the others.
"Come." She hears him darkly say as they finally step to a foyer. The air is cold but somehow, the fire that is Jungkook, is warming her up. Like a moth so eager to be burned, she lets him tag her inside.
The hinges of the door rattle with how hard Jungkook shuts it with haste. Not a second is wasted as he firmly presses her against the hard wood, earning him a breathy gasp. He then simultaneously nibbles and sucks her already swollen lips, swallowing all her reprimands of his roughness.
The two are so engrossed to the wonderful pleasant zings of their connection, not even giving time to assess the place that they are in.
The cabin's interior is anything but old. An antique crystal chandelier shines above them, witnessing their hungry fingers, fiddling, touching and caressing on the expanse of their clothed body. It hears their moans as they entangle their tongues and dances with the heated music of intense lust. They are so caught up with how much they could burn each other that they are missing how there is already a lit fireplace with new stocks of firewood by the side, making the cabin welcomingly warm. There are canvasses littered by the glass window facing the river and paint brushes with a pallet of acrylic paint beside an already used glass of water, muddled with a mixed of colors. There is a half-filled bottle of cider and a slightly bitten burger at the coffee table. Definitely, someone was or is already occupying the place, yet they never notice it.
She moans louder with his searing hands firmly squeezing her bum as he finally discards the jacket.
Jungkook can't help but catches his breath on the beauty that is in front of him as he steps back a little. His gaze wonders on her as his tongue wets the tremble on his lips. There is no mistake on the swirls of adoration as he sizes her from head to toe. Her baby hair sticky on the sweat of her forehead. Her eyes hooded mirroring his. Her lips are so swollen and so red. Her chest heaving. Her skin glows with a blush.
She feels an unexplainable pride on seeing all of this on his orbs. If anything, that they are similar with, it was the same way how his eyes show the emotions and thoughts battling inside him. She could tell everything or assume. If she was able to dismiss all of these before, leading her to think anything otherwise, then being alone with him, at this moment, had made it clearer as ever.
Jeon Jungkook wants and needs her.
His harsh intake the moment the jacket thuds on the floor, revealing her outfit underneath it, tells much and more. The fire in his eyes were obviously ranging as ever. Embers sparks wildly in his orbs. The swirls of gold are like tornedo with its intensity. His tongue was poking on his inner cheeks as if holding himself up from consuming and ravishing her whole.
"Why are you wearing this?" He questions with a growl.
Her brow lifts up and feels the usual uneasy beating of her heart. He looks so enraged with how she dresses.
'What's wrong?' She wants to know for the gentle fire had blown too hot for her tell what he wants to point out.
"This." He growls.
"The jacket was too heavy already. And it was too warm." She explains nervously. She didn't even know why she dressed like that. Perhaps because she was getting annoyed with how Seokjin insisted the jacket for her to wear. He aggressively requested for her to be warm always. He even added a scarf which she chose to leave. Don't mistake it, she loved his attention and the thought that he bought her clothes to make her warm. However, she only wanted him to undress her and kiss her... or perhaps make love to her? Instead, she was being wrapped by layers and layers of cloth. It was unbecoming to what she really wants.
"No... I mean these damn socks." Jungkook curses under his breath as he traces its elastic band.
She can't help but tilt her head in confusion. She was waiting for his rage with the silky pajama set that she is wearing. She had expected of his disapproval with her dark violet spaghetti-strapped crop top and its pair of short shorts that could pass as underwear. She was waiting for his comment on its inappropriateness with the climate and yet he only comments on her black thigh-high socks.
"Should I take them off?" She only breathily asks.
"Why would you do that?" He gulps as his gaze becomes more heated. "They are sexy. I like them on you." He murmurs loud enough for her to hear. "I like to be the only one to peel them off of you." He growls again, as if the thought of gently taking off the elastic cloth of her creamy thighs excites him as much.
"Kookie!" She whines under his gaze. He looks so much intimidating with each passing second. Gone is her bunny. Gone is the adorable youngest which she sometimes would teasingly call him as baby, even though the man is older than her by a year. Perhaps it's why he would call her the same endearment from time to time. She couldn't help but let the solid wooden wall of the cabin hold her upright with how she slowly melts. Her knees buckling not to mention how his jaws grits, making her imagine his wild tendencies. After all, he is Jeon Jungkook. He may have admitted to be inexperienced but with their recent make outs, and how expertly he had been doing it, she doesn't know what to believe in anymore.
"Oppah!" He corrects her as he trails a sensitive nerve on her neck down to her soft taut breast with his shaking fingers. "Call me oppah just like hyungs."
She helplessly sighs with his gentle raspy growl and thought of the times that he insisted her to call him only Kookie. He had claimed that the nickname is endearing coming from her lips. She had thought that he abhors her calling him with such endearment. She just honestly knows that somehow, calling them "oppah" always guarantees their undivided attention. She is not that impolite, it's just, she doesn't have people around to call such honorifics aside from sir or mam. Maybe, having lived for a few months in the west had made her feel the ease of calling people with their first names. She had only used it first with her Hobi oppah for he is a dear brother to Ji-woo. It was a means of respecting the sibling of her dear friend. After all, a friend's brother is also hers. That's what she thought. Now, however, she knows too well that "oppah" brings out anything but being an older brother to her.
"Oppah." She moans.
She then yelps with how he attacks her collarbone with his tongue and sucks on it. It was like an automatic response to her moan. He holds her back and presses her tight to his hardness, poking her stomach. Unsatisfied, he cups her breast and swirls his tongue on her erect nipples, sending volts of electrifying sensations. She couldn't help but gasp and moan with how her crop top's strap snaps and the cloth tears apart with how harsh he tags it down, spilling her breast free.
Part of her is bemoaning with the wasted comfortable clothing. She had chosen it. She deemed it as the safest choice among the seductive lacy clothes that Ji-woo prepared for her. However, the other part of her is so much pleased with his roughness. She is now confirmed that she prefers them like this rather than being gentle, or she doesn't entirely know herself that yet.
She feels his fingers pushing down the garter of her silky shorts along with her lacy underwear as he trails bites and kisses down her hips and her stomach. Fearing for balance, she grips on the wooden frame of the door and the shelf by her side. Once again, she seeks help for the wall to refrain her shivering body to slide down with him.
"Jungkook!" She fearfully exclaims with how easy he lifts her other leg and positions it on his shoulders, causing her to almost lose her balance.
"Oppah" She flinches with his reprimanding muffled voice as she feels him breathes and kisses on her inner thighs. His face inching closer on her crotch, licking and then playfully biting her bundle of nerves in between. She couldn't help but find her sanity on the logs and beams that supports the roofing of the cabin with how eager his mouth taste her engorged and already wet nether lips. The squelch on each lap of his tongue is so lewd as it somehow echoes in the room together with the crackling of the fireplace.
"Oppah...please." She starts to beg as she feels like she's going crazy. The walls and the door frame can no longer give her the strength that she badly needs. Her fingers are already entangled on his dark locks, flinching and gripping. She swears she is hurting his scalp with how badly she holds the strands, trying her best to push or pull his head away or unto her pussy. She doesn't know what to do anymore.
"Please what, baby?" There is a silent laugh as he growls the question. He too is somehow at the edge. She could somehow sense it with how low his voice has become. "You smell so good." He groans as his other finger trails her glistening pussy.
Daun's eyes almost bulge out with his comment. "W-what? Why are you smelling me?" She exasperates. "Ohhh my god!" She screams with how he inserts two fingers in her tight walls without any warning.
Her brows are crossed. She could not help but fix her gaze on how his arms flexes. It also shines with his soul ink. Not to mention his long fingers that eagerly milking her pussy raw. Her inner walls can't help but latch on the two digits. Her stomach curling and tightening with the gazillions of nerves reacting with the touch.
"You don't know how your scent is making me crazy, baby." There is the endearment again. It adds another chill to her spine and to the ends of her tailbone together with the excitement of what he is doing. There is a mischievous glint in his eyes as he observes her every reaction with each rough push and pull of his fingers. She only moans her protest and screams the moment he happens a specific spot. "There it is." Jungkook evilly smirks.
"Please...please... just take me." She begs again. Her eyes watery with frustration.
His fingers are a torture. Her knees are already hurting as they are buckling with too much pleasure. The squelch is much wetter and lewder in her ears. It's much more embarrassing. "Please." She screams with the speed he is fucking her with his fingers.
"No not yet, baby." He replies. "I want your scent coming from you as you orgasm. Just like the time with Hobi hyung. I want to smell it again."
"What are you talking about?" She manages to argue before she shakes, feeling the impending urge to pee.
"I could bottle your essence if you allow me too." His words are but gibberish. Her brain is too much muddled with the tidal wave of intense pleasure threatening to flood throughout her entire body. It's hyper wire. The usual zing and zaps of their soul is now a ball of lightning, so much stronger, almost hurting her every pore.
"Stop. Stop. Stop!" She screams as she embarrassingly wets on his fingers. She finally shivers and almost topples down if not with Jungkook's quick reflex. She helplessly bites on his neck earning her a guttural moan.
"That was hot." She hears him as her high subsides. Her body almost draining as if her soul has been sucked out from her, a feeling that she kind of still question.
Her eyes are about to droop when a slap resounds the place, making her yelp. Jungkook just slapped her naked butt. The sting successfully keeps her awake. It somehow energized her weakened state.
"We are not through yet, baby." He warns.
"Jungkookie oppah." She whimpers as she feels her lust ablaze once again. It's as if Jungkook just refuels the burnt firewood with coal, making her hotter and more aware of his wondering hands.
"Don't you dare sleep with me." He groans. He then hoists her up, hooking her thighs on his hips as he takes her to the sofa bed in front of the fireplace. The two of them bounces as Jungkook sits with her on his lap. Her legs on both of his thighs, straddling him.
"This is unfair." She thought aloud after realizing that Jungkook is still fully clothed.
"Then undress me, baby." He dares.
And so, she did. Her fingers trembles as they fiddle with the hem of his hoody but thankfully, he helps her with it. Her legs are shaking as she moves down to allow him to lift himself up and to push his pants down together with his underwear, ultimately springing free his already hard and leaking cock.
She gasps.
Jungkook is huge and long, as expected with his body built. It is heavy as it slaps to his glistening abs.
It looks alive as it twitches under her gaze. It's pretty and less veiny than the other three of her soulmates that she had seen. It is velvety and the color matches his skin tone, so unlike with the angry red of Jimin's. It is pretty. Daun couldn't help but pokes it a little. His muscles rippling and shuddering with her innocent touch.
She lifts her eyes to his and sees the full-blown lust and uncertainty? They could have mistaken it, but there is definitely a concern peeking through. It's as if he is not sure of what is about to happen.
"What is it?" She couldn't help but ask as she sways as she leans towards his chest. It's rise and fall is heavy as he breathes or it's just her.
He reaches out and leans over, meeting her lips to his. He let go after sampling a bite as his fingers gingerly caress her face. His eyes clear and sincere, yet there is a bit of fear within. "Baby... I don't want to disappoint you." His growl is gone, only the usual gentleness of his voice and a little wicked growl that is threatening to resurface.
"Why would I be?" She gasps as she feels him pulls her to his chest as he leans back to the sofa. Their naked skin is like firewood in the fireplace, crackling with heat. Her breathing heavier than before. She could feel her getting hornier.
"I may have all the imagination and have studied a lot, but I never had pleasured a woman in the past. At least, not to the point of penetration. I can't hurt you or disappoint you, or what so ever." He admits.
She giggles.
"Don't laugh." He groans. He hides in embarrassment.
Her eyes wide with his admission. She had thought that his shyness was because he didn't want to overpower his hyungs. She didn't know that he had never really experienced sex before. Not with how he just expertly managed on making her orgasm with his mouth and fingers.
She then wets her lips and evilly smirks with a thought popping in her mind. She pushes herself up, leans over his lips and lands a resounding kiss, successfully peeling the arms hiding his eyes. "Oppah." She calls as she traces a finger over the chaotic beating of his heart. It's pulse is somewhat calming her, easing her to say something she had wished to say. "Then, can I do whatever I want then?" Her voice is sultry and so seductive. The excitement of what she is about to do is exponentially heightening her lust.
"Yes." Jungkook's eyes twinkle with delight.
Author's note:
Hello dear readers!
Whew! It took me so many revisions for this! Imagine 3 different scenarios before finally posting this version. I really wished words could spill endlessly and portray the things I want to show. Plus, I have to constantly research words in English just to write. However, I remember, that I am but a new writer. I have to admit that and constantly remind myself that it is enough to somehow write what I can however great it is or not. All I can say is... thank you Google.
It's up for you to decide how this chapter is. Is this good? Did it come out well?
By the way... did you attend PTD on stage or at least watch them in fan cams? Aren't they wonderful?
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- Gigi