The Art of Revenge

Chapter 9

First, Jungkook was on top of you, kissing you tenderly in a session that was passionate but unrushed. His palms were dipped underneath the hem of your shirt, and were warming the squishy skin of your sides, while his thumbs brushed over the contours of your ribs.Your knees were pulled softly up to straddle around his hips, and your hands passed gently over his biceps, his shoulders and into his hair.

After minutes of heart teasingly sweet making out, he sat up and started pulling your shirt upwards towards your head. You crossed your arms over your torso, grabbed the hem and helped him peel it off you. He then reached for his shirt and did the same. He took a moment to pass a hand over your naked belly, and looked at your form with that appreciative and mesmerized gaze of his that had your head and your heart singing with warmth.

He leaned over you, catching your lips once more as his fingers began to pull apart the fastenings of your denim shorts. Sometimes, you love the feeling of his fingers undressing you more than you liked the feel of his body grinding against you. Those small touches over your clothes were sometimes like the microgasms to an orgasm. They were a promise for a finale, and thus, were just as arousing and sensual.

When he was done with the zipper, he sat up again and hooked his fingers into your waistband. You shimmied your hips as he stripped the shorts from your body, taking your panties along with them. You crossed your arms over your chest, grabbing the elastic of your slip-on bra, and pulling it too off your head.

Your skin began to tingle with the need to feel him against you. At any other time, he would stretch his strong body long to cover yours, and you would moan into his mouth as you appreciated how soft and smooth he felt naked against you. But this time, he didn't - even though you could see that he wanted to. This time, he crawled out from your thighs which caged around him, then climbed off the bed to stand next to the nightstand. You watched him adoringly, drinking in his tall, broad, sculpted form as he pulled his pants off of himself, then opened the nightstand, and retrieved out the unused paints and long brushes. You laughed when you realized how prepared he was for this.

"We're gonna make a mess of the sheets if we do it here," you mused.

"Fuck the sheets," he said, his voice low, and his tenor emphasizing how much he didn't give a fuck about any sheets. He wanted nothing but you. And that knowledge made you smile as you bit down on your lip, and caused your legs to shuffle into new placements as your nether regions sung.

He placed the containers of paint beside you, then returned to his rightful place between your legs. He reached over and grabbed a pillow, then ordered you to lift your ass so he could stuff it under your back. He then grabbed you around the thighs and tugged you harshly against his groin, so you felt the stiff length of his erection long against your folds.

It was a tantalizing feeling. Hot, and arousing to have him pressed against you like that, but not grinding against you, or slipping in and out of you. But the contact - because the connection wasn't necessarily about actively inducing pleasure - felt incredibly intimate. Like last night - after you both had come - when he didn't retreat from you, and instead held himself inside you while you kissed and flirted and caressed each other. That sort of intimacy that came before you felt him growing hard inside you again, triggering you to fuck once more before bed.

Jungkook picked up the first container, the green one, and began inspecting the label.

"Green apple," he announced.

"Maybe we should test each one out first?" you suggested, pushing yourself up from the mattress so you could sit in front of him. "I bet at least one of them is disgusting."

"Good thinking," he nodded.

You took the first initiative, sticking a finger into the paint - just a tiny amount since in your experience, things that were green apple flavored, but weren't a green apple, were often terrible. You drew a small swirl just above his nipple, sensing how he licked his lips as you did. You then leaned forward, flattened your tongue, and laved over the paint in a long caress, now sensing the way air was rumbling in the back of his throat.