Lust | JJK ✔️

16- I want his touch

You were longing for Jungkook's touch. You had tried to rest in the heat of the afternoon in your room, but you couldn't stop thinking about what if Jungkook was here with you, the way he would lean on you, the way he would run his finger on your lip before kissing you, the way he would glue his hand to your waist and attach you to himself and make your heart pump rapidly.

You covered your flushed face with your hands, biting your lip at his thought.

You had never felt this wild, oh if only he barges in through the door at you and shows his fury on you his way, but you know it probably won't happen.

Staring at Jungkook's shut door in a far distance from the window, you drown in a pool of thoughts. The place was empty, it was just you and him in the stillness of the day, why were you not taking advantage of it? Little will Aban know, you needed him right there, right now.

You get up.

You open your door with a blow as you walk out into the courtyard, eyes glued onto the door of Jungkook's room. With every step you took your thoughts clouded your eyes more, you just wanted to see his face as soon as it may be.

You take larger steps than usual, to cover the distance fast, quickening your pace and ultimately running through the open to reach his room's wall and resting against it, catching your breath back. You wanted to be in your perfect form before presenting yourself to him.

Slowly you creep closer to the door, fisting your hand to give it a light knock.

"Kook?" You mutter.

"Come." You hear his voice as you happily enter his room in your bright bubble, only to gasp at the sight in front.

He was shirtless again this time, what's up with him hating his shirts, sitting on a stool as he had a paintbrush clutched in his hand. There was a palette on the side as he stroked some paint on a canvas, tilting his head and surely being quiet dissatisfied with what he was doing.

"What are you drawing?" You ask slowly walking closer.

"I am trying, nothing yet." He says annoyed at his lack of idea as he scrunches his nose at the similar emptiness of the canvas and his mind.

"Where did you find this stuff?" You ask caressing the rim of the canvas.

"I asked Aban for this before he left, I said I wanted to paint. Just once before I leave tomorrow." You pout.

"Don't say you have to leave." You mutter. "Come back as soon as you go." He laughs.

"I sure will, princess." He pulls your hand to give it a kiss.

"And hey.." he looks up at you. "Sorry for before, I just.." he sighs.

"I couldn't control my emotions, I just can't see you getting hurt, especially if I am present there. It's like I failed to protect you or..." he stutters. "I just never want you to get hurt because of my carelessness." He coaxes.

You smile.

"And I am grateful." You peck his nose lightly before giving him a shoulder massage from behind.

"What do I draw, I can't seem to get any ideas today." He whines and you giggle.

"Think think." You encourage, quickening your pace on his shoulders.

"Hmm..." he tilts his head and shuts his eyes, his lips slightly parting open at the touch of your hands.

"I guess I'll go and clean the kitchen and the mess in the mean time, you continue." You say and turn around to leave but he catches your wrist.

"Don't go." He says. "Get those puppet maids to clean it, stay with me." He slowly palms your hand on his bare chest, his heartbeat resonating through your skin. "I want you close."

"Fine." You say and hug his back, he turns back around to hover the brush over the canvas, squinting his eyes to carve out some sort of idea for his painting, anything, anything will work right now. Why is his mind so blank today? He could go out and paint a scenery of the colourful animals roaming, or he could draw in the garden, but it all seemed to not satisfy him.

He throws his head back on your shoulder and you turn your head slightly to look at him, before nuzzling your face into his neck. "I love you so much.." you mutter and he brings up a hand to run through your hair.

"Hey, I have an idea." He suddenly speaks.

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"Mhm, a little more." Jungkook says as he guides you to pose.

"Like this?" You ask, your cheeks red like fresh tomatoes.

"Yeah." He bites his lip as he squeezes the handle of the paintbrush to calm himself down too. "I'll start, don't tempt me." He chuckles before starting his painting.

There, his brush spreads on the canvas, drawing strokes as they capture your silhouette. Jungkook was so professional that it almost seemed like a real scenery, and not a painting. He then draws the crook of your neck, continuing the stroke until he outlines your face.

He draws out rough strokes to get an idea of your hair, the silky long locks you had on yourself, as he zooms into the canvas to get focused.

He then draws on your eyes, nose, and lips, still roughly. He could admit it was challenging to draw you, your features were simple yet beautiful, he wonders if the end result of the painting will really be as pretty as you.

He dips the brush onto the colours laid out on the palette, and colours in the hair, slightly flicking it and getting into details, slowly and delicately.

His lower lip curls inwards as he shifts deeper into focus, yet this was the least focused he has ever been because you were the sight in front of him.

He flips back his hair and releases a breath, now outlining your body. The lean yet beautiful form you and only you possessed, your soft curves, your milky soft skin, your tempting glory.

He dips his brush again. Every time he dipped his brush it was like him renewing his patience as he outlines the small pieces of jewellery you wore, all violets.

"Surprisingly, this is the first time I am using violet, one of my favourite colours, in a painting." Jungkook says. "I'm glad it's you." He stares at you through dark eyes as he clenches his jaw while resisting, all temptation and needs.

You blush as your naked body feels the erotic waves rush through, all displayed out for him.

[A/N]

Well fuck. 🌚