𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ● 𝐉𝐉𝐊

• 25 • peint

● JUNGKOOK ●

My mind's always been so, so twisted.

So fucking rampant, she'll subside into a baby Bichon if she ever came across my thoughts. I gaze at her alluring back as she enters into my penthouse. She's in my den. Been here since so long. How have I been holding on?

Why haven't I ripped her sultry body to shreds yet?

Blood stimulates, hot.

Bam is still awake. The canine runs to my love, wagging his tail and asking for pats cutely. The fancily dressed lady has been stiff with enthusiasm ever since she stepped off from the car and I noticed. I took notice of everything, my tongue passing over the larger, shiny lower lip. Hesitantly, her soft palm strokes my boy's dark brown fur coat.

She set the bouquet I gave her aside on the table I've kept my art supplies.

Tight grip over her purse, fretting breath, joint legs, bitten lips, canopy of thick, delicate eyelashes falling on tender pillows while just petting my dog. She's turned on.

Can't keep it in.

Wants me to manhandle her darling little body all over. Oh, she's desperate for it. If I don't give it soon enough, she's gonna start demanding. Asking for it. I just tend to be scrupulous when it comes to her. I don't think I can help it either. When I notice minor details about her physique, it turns me on even more. Her fingers keep fisting repeatedly, curling inwards as if craving for skin on her palms. It was hilarious that she was so touchy and eager in the car but the moment she stepped out, she had been behaving like a nervous kitten.

I chuckle, quietly, knowing she has submitted to me already in her mind.

The satisfaction which rains down inside my body is immense. My dom roars for physical contact. Her flesh.

My hand slides on her waist, possessively gripping. The daintiest squeak elongates from her cute mouth making Bam jump. My boy starts rubbing himself on my legs and asking for pets from me too, I give in and caress his fur. All the while holding chérie close, promising risk to her heart. And, sweet little body. I know she's looking at me as I take my time to pamper the huge doggo. Bright, fierce ponds staring at me with anticipation and innocent unrest. Churns my loins, hard.

I'm patient, I try to be slow right now because I know nothing will be slow once we start going at it. "What happened tonight, Y/N?"

"W-What?" She gulps, unconsciously playing with the left collar of my black shirt.

My hand slides down, tempted, to her ass. The slow touch makes her close her eyes in building arousal. I grope the area, pulling her strongly on me. She starts shaking. Fuck, this is becoming interesting.

"Bam, house," I command with a snap of my fingers and the third-wheeling dog runs back into the theatre room where his house is.

"You misbehaved."

Her breath hitches and she distanced her body from mine, which is very much against her body's will. Her body does want to stay stuck to mine but she can't get past the shyness. Fucking adorable. Behind those innocent pools of lust, there stands a woman who's ecstatic about me sending Bam back to his house. It's just us two. I can do whatever I want with her and she loves it. She absolutely fucking loves it.