Lust | JJK ✔️

39- I want you back (m)

"Stay still." Jungkook clicks his tongue, hands shaking as he spreads the black of the lead on the canvas again. His tears were blinding his sight again and again, making him feel sour in all ways. His chest feels full as he draws your figure on the sinful paper, eyes blinking in sorrow making him inhale a lengthy breath, growing exceptionally weaker when he dips his brush into the violet paint.

"I think I'll have to finish by drawing a sketch, you move too much." He laughs making your heart thump with nervousness. "Sorry! Yn just felt like itching her-"

"It's okay babe, now try to stay still." He coos to which you nod and rest your head back on the pillow. Your pose was literally so graceful, beautiful and alluring.

You looked like a serpent in her human form, your slender figure which you easily controlled your unintentional yet seductive movements over. Lying on your stomach, one arm laid above your head and a leg curled up just the slightest of bit, putting your back on full display, with some little blockage caused by the silk which uprooted from your head.

Your eyes were the highlight of the painting. Those big, doll like globes which dilated everytime he looked at you right in the eye, forcing you to either blink or look somewhere else out of the butterflies in your stomach. "Look at me baby." He gently whispers, to which your doe eyes errand back to him timidly. "Look at me."

Your eyes were literally so pretty, whether it were your darkest of limbal rings outlining the pool of your eyes, starry and pleading to get lost in. The brown etched into the pearly white- similar to that of your teeth- and the inkiest raven lashes which were pitch darkness, jet black seaming your eyes into a pair of magical, undiscovered planets floating in the milky solar system of your face.

Jungkook wipes his neck off of sweat and leaves a trail of pink paint behind, slightly tsking at the fact but continuing to finish off his masterpiece anyways. He leans back running a tongue over his lip as he smirks at the finished product, leaning to the side to eye you from top to bottom.

"It's done." He gets up and picks up the painting from the easel and hands it over to you, while he takes a seat beside you chugging down some water. Running a hand through your hair, he smiles and parts his lips. "Do you like it?"

"Of course!" You bite your lip at how accurately he drew the tulle fabric wrapped around your body in a desirable dress, almost not successful in hiding your goods. Of course you couldn't be completely nude in front of him, or he'd run out of red paint trying to cope up with your blush.

Jungkook's gaze transfers to you, submerged in observing each and every detail which he had  displayed in your form on the canvas, battling your eyelashes and skimming a finger over every edge.

He sighs when he catches a glimpse of your body, curved into perfection that you were under the minimal white fabric draped around you. You lift your eyes to meet his with a gleeful smile and satisfaction sprayed over your face, to which his eyes droop and smile wears off. He suddenly nudges forward and smashes his lips on yours, grazing his tongue over your lower lip subtly.

He tries hard to keep his hands to himself, leaning forward to push his nose underneath your ear, soon flattening his lips against the soft skin.

You don't really care about what he was doing, too busy engaged in the object in your hand until he suddenly parts his lips and sucks on the skin of your neck. You gasp and bob your head down to see his hands now over your waist, sliding across in the slowest of pace. Jungkook caresses your skin with his warm tongue before sucking at it again, placing steamy kisses on the area.