PAINTED DESIRES|| JJK fanfiction

1.New Hues

Third Person's POV

'Kissing down the length of her neck, his tongue swirled on her milky skin making her wet with the intense pleasure he was giving her. She threw her head back as she moaned his name, giving him access to mark her as his own.

His hands rested on her hips trailed down to her thighs, slowly making its way to the inner part to massage it. His fingers increased their pace they as moved futher to her swollen clit, rubbing circles on it to make her moan again.

The girl beneath, receiving all the pleasure ran out of air, she force her eyes to open to see him prepare his thick shaft to enter her sweet hole.

He tightened his grip around her pinned wrists as he shoved his length filling her, without any warning. He slid himself outside before thrusting his erection again. He picked up the pace going in and out, fucking her hard.

She screamed in pleasure, crumbling the stained bedsheet between her fingers, in her grasp while contracting her walls around him.

Driven by pleasure, they felt the orgasm building up as their muscles twisted into knots before realising.'

"Shit!" He groaned in frustration rolling and crumbling the corner of the printed page binded in the novel, rubbing his other hand on his clothed erection protruding from his tight pants.

Jungkook hurriedly unbuckled his leather belt, panting hard. A wave of sudden heat came gushing over his skin forming small beads of sweat to trickle down his robust shapes, increasing the sensations on his excited skin. The hot artist unzipped his pants as his arousal sprung out.

He moaned in relief mixed with pleasure stroking his thick length, which was itching inside the compact space in his pants as he tried to calm down the boner, caused by reading the erotic novel again, to which he was addicted.

Sitting on chair shirtless, his breathy moans blended with the faint smell of acrylic, reverberating between the four dark walls of his studio, he relaxed his uneven breathing and his racing heart beating inside his chest.

He treated his boner with a few more strokes pleasing himself thinking about this beautiful author whom he wanted to throw his dick in. Making all the scenes she had written on a peice of paper come true. He wanted to make her feel the real pleasure she was seeking for while writing this book, leaving her breathless and pleading for more beneath him, just like she left him frustrated yet satisfied with just her words.

Her words were like colors melding with her emotions as she painted her fantasies to form the output which gave his lustful desires colors to form an identity of themselves as his paintings. His fingers itched to touch the wet color painted on her soul to apply it on his own.

Her text was an art, an art he wanted to feel and...an art he wanted to paint.

This specific author had given him a purpose to lift his brush and cover multiple canvas with the images she made him imagine and an idea to take revenge. Her text collected the broken peices of his life putting them back together when no one could mend him. Her art in the form of printed words was gold, the gold that he treasured.

"Ms.Park you are driving me crazy. I want your name as much as I want you." He mumbled under his heavy breath which was somewhat stable now, zipping his pants and leaving his boner unsatisfied, as a punishment for him for not finding about this beautiful mystery he craved for.

Sliding the closed the pile of binded pages inside the board cardboard cover, along the smooth surface of the wooden furniture to its opposite edge, he stood up to advance to finish his last peice of his artist collection which was to be displayed in two days.