Lust | JJK ✔️

72- disguise (m)

"Get over here!" You hear Jungkook shout as you rush away from him while chiming, hiding behind one of the tall canvases resting on a wooden easel.

"You're upto something!" You say and watch him shake his head while he shuffles through his art supplies. "I'm not."

After rejecting many brushes, ink pens and knives, he picks up a thick tipped pencil which had been freshly sharpened.

"I promise." He starts to stroke some lines on the paper in front of him, quickly rubbing them off with dissatisfaction.

"It's so dull in here, I feel like a trapped rodent." He clicks his tongue and runs his eyes through the several bottles and jars of paint. "Where were you all day?" His eyes now reach you.

"You know, at the shrine." You say slowly walking towards the opposite side of the room to look at some of the tiny clay made reference figures. Each of them was moulded into a different position.

"It felt like forever without you."

"Jimin started talking, what could I have done.." you bend the hand of a figure to make it rest on its hips. "Also.."

Your breath hitches in a little hesitation because you felt your statement may make Jungkook feel excluded. But you say it anyways.

"It felt good out there. The atmosphere lifted some weight off my shoulders and got rid of the stress." You say itching the back of your neck. "I don't mean to say it feels bad here, but I think we should go out together as soon as possible."

"I don't mind it Yn, it's good that you felt cheerful." He says turning around and leaning back against the table, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"But what did you mean by stress? Are you stressed?" He asks unfolding his hand in front of him, curling his fingers inwards to signal you to come near. You smile a little before walking in his direction.

"Of course I am stressed." You palm your hands over his clothed chest, his hands rest on your love handles. "Your life was at stake.." you pout brushing your nose with his.

You watch his eyes curl into crescent moons, as he parts his mouth to emit a loud laugh, a kind of laugh you hadn't heard from him in a while.

"I'm safe Yn." He brushes his nose with yours again. "How can I die when I have a girl like you near me?"

"What do you mean by that?" You force a laugh too, internally still very worried after the topic was being brought up again.

"I can't die just yet.." he lowers his frame to match the level of your lips, hovering his lips on yours. "I have to get that stress out of you.."

Your heart skips a beat.

Your lips search for his as your cheeks scorch, eyes shut close to avoid dealing with piercing eye contacts. His lips release a whispered chuckle, as he backs away a bit, making you bite your lip as you lean in more.

He backs away again, which makes your heart do backflips. You bite your inner cheek out of slight humiliation before you feel him fisting at a bunch of your hair at the nape of your neck.

His strong grip easily bends back your head as you close your eyes with a burning sensation throughout your body, turning into an internal forest fire especially where he touched you.

His lips grab yours as he releases a hot, stretched out moan which rings inside your mouth. Your hands scrunch your own skirt as you clench your thighs together which tremble.

How embarrassing.

He can do so much to you with just the perfect kind of kiss.

His lips separate only to bend your head more for a more satisfactory angle, his lips coming for yours again as you wait. However your insides explode when he pushes his tongue in instead of just another peck, making you open wider as he devours you. His tongue does wonders inside your mouth and your eyebrows raise, toes curl, and what not.