Jungkook got to his feet as he turned and began to search for the T.V remote while you gave the area a once over for the remote to the digital fireplace. He found his device first and clicked the power button. Tossing the device in the chair he occupied earlier he cast his gaze across the room at you. For a woman that radiated with confidence and pride, the idea of turning off the lights almost seemed shameful, but it was. Wasn't it? You couldn't help but wonder if he knew that. His bare feet slapped along the hardwood floor as he made his way back over to you.
Realizing the remote to the fireplace was still on the bed you pushed yourself up off the floor. Jungkook met your frame nearby as you unfolded your frame. Your eyes dismissed him as you noticed the remote over on the bed. Leaning over you tried to reach for it but Jungkook's hands stopped you as they planted on your waist. Your eyes narrowed seductively and your head whipping back in his direction. Well-well, the little puppy dog had some courage in him. Turning into him you let him guide your body back to a standing position. His hands gliding up your waist as he stared into your clear eyes. Perhaps he was trying to prevent you from turning off the last light in the room or perhaps he was just an eager beaver.
Never the less he drew you in. You could smell your cocoa butter body wash on his skin from the shower he had just taken in your room. Cocoa butter never smelt better. Somehow the scent was just transformed with his own musk that was like pure filtered liquor pouring into your senses. Your eyes fluttered with a long inhale before looking up to meet his milk chocolate eyes. That wet black hair hung down and weighted his hair. It wasn't soaking wet but it stilled retained enough moisture to look freshly showered. Like the grass a glow from the brisk morning dew.
Your hands reached up to him, placing your bare palms on his enlarged biceps and over his broad shoulders. Your fingers traced over inked lines as you felt his moisturized skin. Reaching the side of his neck you held him in place while your thumb traced a jawline that stretched for days. Once you saw past his adorable smile and innocent eyes, when you really looked - you could see the man hiding behind a layer of kindness that he felt he owed the world. Like a Demi-god just trying his best. He was perfect in his own unique way that no one could truly appreciate.
Your unoccupied hand moved to your own chest as you curled your fingers into the plush lining of your black and grey robe. Your nails scraping your bare skin as you pulled the fabric back and letting it slip down your frame. You released your insecurities with a last 'fuck it' breath that huffed from your lungs. Bruises and marks shined against your skin in the light of the fire. You knew he was staring at them, but he was trying so hard to ignore their existence for your sake. You'd distract him from the bruises in time. Just as you wanted.
Leaning up you stood on the pads of your feet as you tried to reach his ear with your naked lips. "Are you going to touch me, Baby boy?" Hissing words left your lips like a snake's venom. You were drawing him in like a siren's curse and it was a type of power you hadn't felt in some time. The dazzling look of surprise in his eyes was enough to make you feel a little bit more whole. After your question, Jungkook's hand left your hip and traveled north up your chest.
His fingers found your bare skin and exposed breasts quickly. You could feel his touch slow as he ran over the soft mounds of warm flesh but tried not to make it obvious. Encouraging his actions you widened your jaw as you released a breathy moan into his ear. You could feel the shiver run down the back of his neck against your fingertips. How deliciously cute. As his hand occupied your chest and hip you released your grasp on your robe to reach for the edge of the towel on his sculped hips.
Your head leaned back to fully catch his gaze when he realized his towel would fall. Giving the coarse cloth a quick tug you saw his eyes dilate in surprise. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as he remained frozen for the two seconds it'd take for the fabric shield to drop, you ate in his expression. You could see the predatory response in his eyes that most men possessed. He wanted to show his worth, prove he was going to be entertaining enough for your attention. He felt he had something to prove in a frustrated retaliation to your feminine wilds. A feeling so deeply rooted, but it could be disabled another momentary surprise to override that pride and get them to mold against your wishes. Like an ancient womanhood code.
While his attention focused on his stark naked frame you reached up to his face and quickly took his jaw in your grasp to force his attention back to you. His eyes flashed up to yours with nervous anticipation of your coming actions. "They say having a woman seated on your face is a near godly experience." Pride and confidence found their way back to your voice as you looked up at him. Your fingers released his jaw and your nails trailed down his chin, throat, and ending at his chest. "Now, go lay down." Your fingers pulled from him as you pointed to the bed beside the two of you. Your voice commanded action as your deadpan eyes peered up at him. "You're about to find out if the rumors are true."
Have you ever seen a man's jaw physically drop? It's an empowering feeling, one you didn't realize how badly you missed. The utter surprise washed over him due to the brash actions of a powerful woman. It was intoxicating. You wanted to die like this. A. Bad. Bitch. Reaching out you tapped his shoulders three times, signaling his time to get moving.
He climbed onto your queen size bed like a baby deer. You could see his limps shake as he grew more nervous. Even if he wasn't a virgin there was no way he had been with a woman like you. Turning he sat down on his behind as he laid his legs out straight in front of himself. You could see him internally panic as to if he was supposed to say seated up or lay back.
Turning to the bed you reached the rope of your robe and tugged at it. The coverage it had been providing was minimal but it was slowly becoming nonexistent. The smooth silky fabric crawled across your skin as gravity weighed it down. It bunched at your arms, hugging at your waist for a moment longer before falling to the floor. Jungkook's eyes were anchored on your frame, not even a bomb going off next would have stolen his gaze. You couldn't help but glance for a second as you assessed your bruises. You felt the stab in your ego at the demeaning sight but refused to focus on the memory. You buried it under the deliciously intoxicating evening you'd be having with the infamous 'Baby boy'.
With his attention fixated on you, you stalked closer to the bed. Your feet dancing across the floor in almost a rhythmic beat. Reaching the edge you grabbed onto the bed sheets and pulled yourself onto the pillowed mattress. Jungkook's eyes got a little bigger as his pulse quickened. You could see a faint twitch from the friend downstairs which earned a devious smile to curl across your lips as you crawled across the bed to Jungkook. Lining yourself up with his legs you forced him back as you crawled up his frame. Aligning your hips, you put yourself in his lap. A swift hand on his broad chest forced him onto his back.
You wanted him to look. Fuck any man who made you feel you had to hide your pride, that wasn't happening. Not today. Your body began to sway over him as you reached up into your faded out blue locks. Your hips swirled the air and taunted Jungkook as he looked between the two of you. You moved as if there were still music filling the air but instead of the sound of soft pants echoed in the large space. Giving your hair a fluff and a toss from your vision you brought your palm back to his chest as you leaned yourself down. His hands grabbing the outside of your thighs with a tight grasp.
Your body dropped before pausing just before you touched his lips. You let your hair cascade around your face and reach down at him like poisonous blue vines lit a glow by the fire a few feet away. Your eyes sparkled with lust as his lips dripped with adrenaline. How precious it was to rob him of his sweet nature, to see the hungry animal underneath. Your bare chest brushed against his own as your hips dipped the slightest bit lower.
You could feel your core straddling his shaft in a meek transfer of sensations and warmth. You could feel his nails drag against your thighs slowly at the brisk feeling, his body sensitive to your touch. Your lips dragged against his slowly and without reserve as you breathed in his excitement. "I always knew this pretty mouth of yours would get you in trouble." You whispered against his kiss before pressing yourself forward to steal his lips from a reply. Wasting no time, you deepened the kiss as your tongue slipped past his lips.
Your hips began to move more fluidly against his length. Rocking back and forth as you ground against his good build body. Four pairs of hands exploring one another's body with the glorious feeling of touch. His fingers leaving trails of heat against your skin. Admittedly when his hands ran over your thighs a trickle of pain lingered after that touch. Though they've had time to heal, the bruises still hurt. Regardless, you refused to wince in pain or let it be known.
Your hand snaked up to his chest, clawing at his flesh as you reached for his neck. Taking it in your grasp you carefully applied pressure to the sides of his throat as to not cut off airflow. Pushing yourself up you put yourself on display again. The speed of your hips increased as you rubbed yourself against his lap.
You could feel his pulse quicken under your fingers. His eyes started to flutter shut before rolling back in his head for just a moment. It didn't take a scientist to realize it had been quite some time since he had been with anyone. He struggled to hold back a meek moan, but you wanted to force it from his throat. Hearing a man's soft moans when most tried so hard to remain silent was like music to your ears. You wanted to hear those pipes sing for you.
Lowering yourself a bit more you let his length glide between your slit. Making sure not to allow it inside, not yet. You planned to milk foreplay for all it was worth and let the night drag on. You were starting to get carried away with the mood of the room and forget your troubles.
Finally, a breathy moan left his lips as his back arched away from the bed. "Good boy..." you whispered as your fingers released his neck. His eyes reopened when your hips stopped their sway. A thick brown brow raised closer to the sky as he wondered if you changed your mind. "Stay still." You instructed, signaling that you were far from done with him.
His raven locks bounced as he offered a compliant nod. His head leaning back against the bed. You pulled yourself up his frame, climbing him like a tree as you stood tall on your knees. Your knees by his ribs as you glanced down your body and looked to him. The way his dark brown eyes growing the slightest bit wider. You swung each knee up and over his shoulder before planting them on either side of his head. His gaze averted now, staring right at your slit in nervous excitement.
"Are you ready to see god, baby?" You teased with a grin. You forced your mind to ignore the bruises that littered your hips and thighs and Jungkook appeared to do the same.
Jungkook's hands reached up to the outer part of your thighs and once again squeezed them, a gesture he didn't realize sent a soft ping of pain radiating in your muscles. You simply breathed and let the unwelcome sensation leave you. Your fingers laced into his freshly dyed locks and let your nails stretch at his scalp softly.
Admittedly you approached this long-awaited situation more delicately when you would have in the past. A month ago you would have ripped his clothes off and would have already been up against the wall in heated passion, but things were different. The way you saw the world was whipped clean and replaced with more hesitation and fear. You didn't want to push Jungkook past his limit of comfortability. Despite your hatred for the organization, you cared about Jungkook. Hell, you probably cared what he thought about you at this point which was something unusual for you.
While you were lost in your thoughts, admiring the heavenly sight below you, Jungkook grew impatient. His face leaned up unexpectedly to press his lips to yours. A shiver radiated from the bottom of your spine and trailed all the way up. You felt his tongue slipping between your slit and washing your body with a gentle wave of pressure. Your head leaned back and your eyes closed as you focused only on the feeling of his warm tongue.
You could feel the confidence to replace the uncertainty in his body as he continued on his task. It wasn't often men knew how to use their tongues properly, but Jungkook - he was doing a hell of a job for being younger than yourself and likely not extremely experienced with women.
You felt the tip of his tongue massage against your clit as he sent waves of calming pressure to your nerves. Your hips began to sway and roll with him laid out heavenly below you. Gentle moans filled the room, your voice responding to how his tongue waved and you didn't waste energy with being overdramatic. You didn't need to fake your pleasure, you wouldn't. He would either do a good job or you'd teach him how.
Your neck popped as you looked back down at him. Your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Taking in a hissing inhale as the sight of him was almost as arousing as his actions, even with those Bambi eyes closed. You let your fingers tangle in his hair, giving a gentle tug to gain his attention.
His earthy eyes opened and met your hovering gaze. "Don't be shy, Baby boy." You whispered out seductively. "Use your fingers too." You ordered, knowing his mouth was a bit too full to answer. With a breath, he released your hip as he drew his hand under you.
He pulled back from your heat for just a moment as his fingers circled your entrance. Slowly he slipped two long fingers into you and returned his tongue to its rightful place. He pushed his digits deeper inside as his tongue began to swirl your clit quicker.
"Yesss..." you whispered, dragging out the 's' as ecstasy began to force through you. "That's my boy." You gripped tighter at his raven locks. Your praise serving to excite him further, he picked up speed.
Releasing his head you leaned back. Your hands placed on his firm abdomen as you used him for balance. He pushed his fingers in deep, letting them curl as he searched for that one unique sweet spot all the while not letting his tongue tire out. He was lasting longer at his task than plenty of men before him which earned him more brownie points than he already had.
Small explosions of pleasure were all you could focus on now as a sense of euphoria started to build in your stomach. Oh, that mouth was going to earn him plenty, and you weren't some pillow princess who wouldn't return the favor.
Your voice got louder with each passing minute and your heartbeat raced. Releasing your hands from him you brought them to your face to brush back your dull blue locks from your eyes. Jungkook's speed increased and you felt yourself shutter. A staggering moan left you as the pleasure started to become too much. Your thighs inched closer to the sides of his head as a lustful electricity shot through your body.
Biting down on your lip you hummed loudly, but the sound couldn't be silenced for long. Your lower lip rocked out from beneath your teeth as you gasped for air. The wind coming out of your lungs in exasperated pants. Now, the bar for oral pleasure was set high. Seokjin made sure of that. Jungkook was no Jin, but he was making himself rocket up the ranks.
Your body shivered and jerked as your climax started to find you. You leaned back, anchoring your hands behind yourself on Jungkook's chest. Pulling his fingers from inside you, he slapped his hands on your backside as he was determined to let his tongue solely finish the job.
Your nails dragged across his chest as your release found you. Heated moans leaving your lips in quick recession. He felt your climax run its course without stopping short. You felt the pleasure replace with a soft tickle which let you know it was time to switch it up.
Leaning up you grabbing his black hair tightly and gave his head a firm tug back and away from your clit he was so merciless showing attention too. His soil rich eyes flashed open and met your gaze. There it was, that unfiltered sexual hunger that laid dormant in him. It shined so brightly in his brown eyes now. You swung your leg from beside his head and sat yourself down on the bed beside him. You offered him a breathless smile as he turned his head to see you.
"Not bad, baby boy." You snickered softly, a half-ass compliment but the last thing you wanted was a man to get too cocky with you right now.
Jungkook just smiled, his faint overbite letting his front teeth peer onto his lower lip adorably. In taunt, his tongue left his lips and licked a bit of flavor from them softly. The gesture causing a brow to raise.
"Not bad." He responded, mocking your half-assed compliment with a devious grin.
'You little shit." You laughed as you swatted him playfully on his firm chest. Jungkook only chuckled harder. Reaching up once last time you tucked your hair behind your ears. "I'll show you 'not bad'."
Leaning forward quickly you leaned over the bed and him. You brought your head near his lower half and hovered your face over his sizable shaft. Maybe it wasn't your favorite task, but you did enjoy seeing the pleasure your partners got off the gesture. He earned it after all.
You only got as far as opening your mouth when you felt his strong arm wrap under your body and grab your shoulder. Putting force in, he shoved you back and slammed you into the bed beside him. With lightning-fast reflexes, he quickly threw himself onto of you and pinned you in place by your wrists as he held you firmly, but not tight.
Your head bounced against the mattress - stunning you. Your eyes shot open wide as you looked at the greek sculped demi-god that laid atop you. It took only a second for the shock to wear off.
"The fuck do you think you're doing, Baby Boy?" Your tone was calm and collected as you stared up at him with interest. You'd be lying if you claimed R's face didn't just flash beyond your eyes when he did that, but you'd never admit it.
His tone was hushed as he parted his lips to answer. "You don't have to do that for me..." bashfully his words left him and that pink tint returned to his cheeks. "I just want to make you feel good..." he tried not to glance down at your bruises but you saw the quickest flicker of his eye as he did.
Kind-hearted men were always tricky. They want to take care of you, show you kindness, never yell. Sometimes, it was appreciated. Sometimes it was suffocating. You were too headstrong to accept kindness. People always expected something from you no matter what emotion they were feeling, at least the angry ones admitted it. Perhaps you were just too damaged to believe that people could simply be kind.
"You wanna make me feel good?" You repeated with a scuff as you turned your face away from him. Quickly you tried to think of something to say that wouldn't break his already large heart. Slowly your eyes found their way back to his bare frame as he hovered over you. "Then fuck me like there isn't a tomorrow."
Jungkook's brows hunched down. Those deer-like eyes just staring at you as he tried to find meaning in what you meant. His innocent confusion just added to his appeal.
He was like a blank sheet of paper cradled in a book. He had the potential to be anything. Stamp love against him and you get compassion. Write love on his pages and turn him into a symphony. You could toss ink all over his pages and ruin him or simply set the pages on fire and shatter him. How badly did you want to destroy his story?
Worming your wrist from his grasp wasn't hard, he let you go with the slightest of struggle. Reaching up you placed your delicate fingers on his face, feeling the warmth of his pink cheeks against your touch.
"You won't hurt me." Bravely you proclaimed. "Your too kind for that." A meek chuckle left your closed lips. You saw his expression soften as kindness boiled at the surface. "Let your urges dictate your actions. Take me without restraint." Releasing his face you extended a finger to tap his nose playfully. "Stop worrying that you will hurt me and just enjoy the ride."
He read you, trying to find any signal of distress to which he'd find none. Jungkook was so much different than the others. This life wasn't built for him, part of him probably knew that. After all, he was only here because of Jimin. A compassionate soul simply trying to help a friend.
"Now are you going to kiss me again, or just hoover there like a lost pup?" Tilting your head to the side you grinned. There was too much hesitation and not enough blind distraction sex.
Jungkook's honey chocolate eyes flickered with bewilderment. Your smile was infectious as it spread to his lips. Deciding you no longer wanted to wait you quickly snaked your hand behind his neck and yanked him downward. Your knees clenching his hips as you locked him in with more than a kiss. The long-awaited anticipation of what this man had to offer would finally be solved and that was far more interesting than sulking in your room alone.