One-Way Ticket | Jeon Jungkook

twenty-one

Whereas last night moonlight and neon signs had pooled in through the big windows, this morning it was bright sunlight. And it prickled and tickled my eyelids until I finally relented to open one a smidge, first thing seeing Jungkook lazily spreading out onto the pillows like a content cat in the sun. I smiled hazily at him, giggling slightly at his puffy, unruly morning hair and minor snoring. With a yawn I carefully wobbled out of the bed, silent on my unsteady legs as he, still sleeping, whined for me to return into his arms. He quickly stopped again though, deep sleep taking over him again as he snuggled further under the covers. I closed the door to the bedroom and took to ordering a breakfast tray with all sorts of delicious goodness's for us. It arrived quickly and I honestly expected nothing else from the 5-star hotel. Now with a big tray in my hands I slid open the door again and crawled up in bed beside him.

"Jungkook?" I started softly and let my fingers drift across his forehead to smooth out the silky strands of his jet-black hair. He mumbled something incomprehensible. I smiled to myself. "Kookie?" I tried again. Still no reaction. So, I sidled up closer and began placing little angel kisses all over his face. His forehead, his nose, his chin, his cheeks, the corners of his lips, until I heard a whiny sound leave him. "On the lips," he protested. And I of course let him have his will. It was like he finally woke up after an eternal slumber, like sleeping beauty, because he wasted no time in kissing me back. I laughed richly into the kiss and pushed his shoulders down. "J-Jungkook, stop. I brought breakfast."

"You're more delicious." He purred against my lips as he propped himself up on his elbows. I groaned at his persistence and the silly comment. "And that was really corny. You're terrible."
"You love it." He struck back with a wink before dragging his eyes down to the food tray. His face lit up and his mouth turned into a happy little o. "Did you make me breakfast in bed?" He gushed happily and wrapped his strong arms around my form, pulling me down to him. My hands landed on his chest.
"Not really, it's just room service." I deadpanned but then tilted my head at the way his face slowly morphed into a frown. "But if you want to imagine, then yes! Yes, I did." He smiled once again and began nuzzling into my neck.

​​​​​​​"You're so sweet." I gulped when his sweet nuzzling slowly morphed into heated kisses on my hickeys that were a blooming purple-red color by now, and my hands trembled slightly on his bare chest. His tones pecs right beneath my fingertips. "J-Jungkook-" I mumbled out and he simply hummed back with his raspy morning voice. I squeezed my eyes shot when his palms slid to my waist and pulled me tightly down onto his lap. "The croissants are going to get cold."
"Let them be." He answered and gave my hickeys a wet lick that had my toes curling. How he went from zero to one hundred in five seconds would always amaze me. I took in a ragged breath as he pressed his lips to mine, even more eager than before.
His lips were soft like velvet and plush like they belonged to a doll. His tongue slid against mine as I reached up to grasp his cheek, gently tilting his face to allow more access. His fingers played with the hem of my panties as I rolled my hips against his, earning a ragged moan to fall from his lips. I smirked in satisfaction and moved to kiss along the curve of his sharp jaw, as his hands moved my hips over his steadily growing erection to ease the tension.

I held his heavy head in both of my hands as his breathing grew short. When I pulled back to look at him his eyes were half-lidded in bliss and blood had run to his cheeks. His fingers bore into my flesh to keep me close as I trailed my nails down his toned torso, my eyes following his gaze as I drew closer to the hem of his sweatpants. He jerked his hips up against me and burrowed his face in the soft fabric of my t-shirt, right between my breasts. That sneaky motherfucker. He whined into the fabric. A side of him I had not yet seen of him, the desperate one. It made me feel strange inside. "Mhm baby, need you."
Heat rushed to my head, and I felt slightly fuzzy as I scooted down his legs until I came face to face with the tent in his pants. I looked up at Jungkook, his eyes were strained on me as I gently cupped him through the fabric. He immediately reacted with groan. He was very vocal. I liked it. With my heart thundering in my ears, I began to pull down his pants and boxers in one go when he stopped me, a gentle hand tipping up my chin. "You okay with this, doll?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. "I've never done this before..." I admitted shyly as his thumb ran across my bottom lip. He smiled softly down at me. "That's okay, I'll guide you."