Whiplash | jjk.

[27]: Ocytocin

The room spun around the two of you like the Gravitron at your school fair.

There was nothing simple about it.

When your lips first met, it felt like a breath of fresh air, and you'd been starved of oxygen for way too long.

It felt like an explosion of colours in your brain; like fireworks.

All panic and worry went out the window as soon as your motions started to sync with his. It didn't take long, you were well in tune with each other.

Jungkook's hunger was about as discrete as a pride flag, as his hands had started to roam your body. His hot fingers ran down your arms, grazing over your waist, past your hips, and landed on the small of your back, pulling you into him in a way that felt too good to be healthy.

You didn't know where to put your hands, but your heart seemed to take care of that as they both floated up to link around his neck. One hand then moved to cup the sharp curve of his jaw, while your thumb came to rest underneath it.

You wanted him closer.

Your other hand remained firm behind the soft skin of his neck, pulling him down towards you.

Holy fuck! What are you doing?

JUNGKOOK! This is Jungkook!

None of your thoughts lasted more than a few seconds. You had been driven to insanity and there was no hope for sense now.

The intensity of the kiss came in waves. And it wasn't long before his tongue took you by surprise. The warm sensation sparking excitement in you, and making your back arch further into him.

You had never done this before.

Not like this.

Not so blinding and red and hot and hungry. Not so intense, and certainly not with Jungkook.

You pull away, your lips pulsing and your jaw agape as you try to catch your breath. You place your palm against his chest, forcing yourself to look at the wall.

"This is dumb," you argue breathlessly.

"Stupid." he whispers with a grin, gently grabbing your chin and pulling you into him again.

But this time, it's just one, long kiss. One that urges you to hold your breath. One that has you reaching out to grab him again. And finally, after forever in a second comes to an end, he pulls away with a loud 'chu~'.

You stare up at him and swear you can feel your heartbeat shaking the walls.

His eyes are inky black pools of lust, finding some sort of sanctuary in yours.

You're a bright red, bloody fucking mess in front of him.

And he's eating it up.

His hands are still on your hips, making sure you don't get too far away from him. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't like that.

There is a blush across his features. A smugness on his face that you want to slap off.

You bite your bottom lip and almost wince as you notice the oncoming bruise. Then, you remember that he had nipped it, and revisit the moment, and blush even harder.

Fuck.

"We- we can't..."

You look at him to see if he's on the same page. Though, you're not really sure if that's even the page you're actually on.

He's still grinning. He's still hungry.

And he's leaning in again.

"We can't." he repeats in a whisper.