Orphaned

eight

She tasted amazing. 

Jungkook couldn't put into words how delicious this was to him. 

Arms wound under her knees, holding her hips against him. 

Her hands tied together with the tie from his school uniform. 

She was begging for mercy from his tongue, tears streaming down her face. She was too overwhelmed, but she knew the safe word. She didn't want him to stop. 

So he didn't. 

He yanked her closer to his mouth, tongue diving deeply within her. The sweet noises that fell from her lips only motivated him to push further into her. 

Jungkook pulled one arm away from her hips, his long fingers pushing inside of her. 

She came immediately. 

Jungkook looked up at her for just a moment, the sight being his favorite. She was so beautiful, all layed out like that. Her body was shaking, her eyes squeezed shut, and her breathing labored. Her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each intake of air, her thighs trying to close around his head. 

"I-I can't do anymore," she spoke, her voice raspy and strained. Jungkook curled his fingers inside of her, loving the way that her body tensed from the movement. 

"I don't think that's true," he said, his voice smooth. She cracked her eyes open, her soft gaze meeting his. He fucking loved it when she looked at him like that. "You know the drill by now, noona. We keep going until you see stars. Are you seeing stars yet?" he asked, tilting his head playfully at her. 

She hesitating, knowing what her answer would mean for her. She shook her head slowly. 

"Well then, are we finished yet, noona?" he asked, slowly pushing another digit into her. Her body raised, eyes squeezing shut again. "I can't hear you," Jungkook mumbled. 

"I said wake up."

~

Jungkook awoke to Minjoon staring down at him with an unamused expression. "Rina said to wake you up for school. But you might want to jerk that out before you go out there," he said, nodding towards Jungkook's crotch. 

Needless to say, Jungkook wasn't in a great mood. 

"Please make sure that he gets to school safely," Rina asked, wrapping her arms around Jungkook's torso. The younger nodded, his arms falling to her hips and gripping her tightly. 

Minjoon observed with a blank stare. 

"I will, noona."

"And please make sure that no one bothers him."

"Don't worry, I'll watch out for him."

"I'll make something delicious for you both when you get back," she added, squeezing him a little more. He nearly drooled because of how well he could feel her breasts against him. 

"Okay. Do you need me to pick anything up for you?" he asked softly. He internally pouted when she pulled away from him, moving towards the counter behind her. There was a crumpled piece of paper that she picked up and looked over once more before handing it to him. 

Rina had never attended school. While growing up, she asked Jungkook to share what he learned with her at the end of each day, hoping that she'd at least be intelligent enough to join the workforce when she was finally old enough. 

Jungkook had lost count of the nights that she stayed awake, studying over the material that he'd brought back to her. He never fought with her over education. It was too important to her for him to say that he didn't enjoy it.