Lust | JJK ✔️

17- Painting you

Jungkook's forehead creases as he throws his head back once, then coming back to his work. You could tell he was uneasy and eager, he wanted to touch you but it was a bit too much for his professional self. Eyes pinned in discipline, his fast hand sliding from one edge to some other every while.

His hand unceasingly spread colours on the canvas in front with all sorts of techniques, easy and hard, his pace quickening every moment as he makes sure to not stare at you for long and only takes glances, he knew he couldn't hold back if he did.

A bead of sweat drizzles down his sideburns and down his neck, reaching his chest.

You on the other hand watched him, it had been quite a while of you being in this position, and you were surprised at the amount of patience this man held. You stare at him, giving him a few more minutes before you speak.

"Imagine if Aban comes in through the door right now.." you chuckle.

He simply gives you a quick nod and doesn't really pay you any attention. You furrow your brows. "Professional ay." You mock in a deep voice and this makes him grin a little too, but it was just a light grin and nothing more. 'Okay?' You sigh and lean back into your position, waiting for him to complete his painting.

"You know.." you start. "I never realised how caged I was until I met you. It was like you showed me the real world." You stare at the ceiling as you speak, every stroke which Jungkook spread on the canvas seemed to tingle you everywhere too.

"And I never realised how much I could do, how weak I was being turned to forcefully, I was limited to this palace. But after meeting you, I just feel like I got wings. I feel like I broke free, like I realised my capabilities. I genuinely felt so happy Kook, I've never felt this content before. I had everything inside this palace, but you. That's why I was always empty. The only person who knows how gloomy I was without you is me." You sigh.

"But now." You turn your head to him. "I have you." You smile. His hair had fallen above his eyes, partially covering them as you saw the sparkle in his eyes reflect through his dark hair strands. The little mole under his lip when he curled it inwards, his jaw clenching and unclenching, his tongue running over his soft lips, his veiny arms and muscular legs which his lower gripped on to.

You feel a fountain of butterflies erupt inside your stomach, you suddenly feel yourself getting warm as your heart started beating faster. Sweat formed on your hot body as you internally hissed at the unbelievably sensual man in front of you.

"I love you." You mutter without breaking your stare on him.

Jungkook smiles softly.

"How much?"

"Should I show you, or do you want to be the one to do that?" You say, embarrassed yet willing.

"I am not convinced yet." Jungkook knows he's teasing you but you weren't giving up either. You start.

"I like it when you touch me, I like it when you flirt with me, I like it when we are together, but I don't like it if another woman looks at you." You grit your teeth and a sly smile appears on his lips, eyes glued on his work.

You sink deeper into the mattress of the bed you were laid across, feeling yourself, feeling your estrogen get dominant, feeling your femininity take over. You feel seductive, spreading your arms and shutting your eyes close, while arching your back.

"Just like that.." Jungkook's hand fastens as he captures all he can with his brush, while biting his lip through a smirk.

"And if you want me, you better get rid of that Ayat, because I'm not sharing." You say with aggression and this was the first time Jungkook saw this side of you, and oh lord for sure he loved it.

You knew you were having some sort of effect on him, but it just wasn't enough to distract him. A little more, just some more and he's all over you.

"Jungkook, we're all alone." You mumble in a low voice. His grip tightens on his brush as he tries to dodge your words. "We're alone and it won't be the same tomorrow." You say.

"I want you to make love to me, Jungkook." You murmur. "The painting can wait, I want you to paint me with yourself." His hand applies force on the sheet, his breathing quickens.

"Take me Jungkook, claim me as yours. This is the chance."

He shuts his eyes close for a brief second before opening them back and shaking his head.

"Don't you want to get dirty with me?" You give head a tilt and say in an ironically innocent voice.

"I'm all yours Jungkook, you can do whatever you want with me." You bite your lip, flipping around to lay on your stomach.

"Take me to the sky, Jungkook. Touch me, make love to me till I shake." You say in a sultry voice. "Just us."

The next thing you knew was that Jungkook threw his paintbrush into the air in a distance, paint smearing all over the floor. You could clean it later, but you couldn't clean your thoughts at the moment. A blob of paint lands on your belly as well, but you didn't care.

He aggressively walks towards you as he crawls on the bed, fisting your hair and jerking you up. "Oh you're too fine." He mumbles but soon his expression turns darker.

"Slut." He hovers on you with his arms on side, trapping you. "Your slut." You correct him.

He stares at you for a couple of seconds in awe before he smashes his lips on yours at the response and holds you tighter and tighter, getting hard himself. How could it be this difficult to contain yourself, he wonders.

"Baby, you better look for some magic potion to make you walk properly tomorrow, because Aban will not be suspicious, he'll be damn sure what happened between us after seeing your condition." He says in a low tone as he jerks off the jewels from your body.

[A/N]
This looks rushed asf but ok ;-;