Blossoming Love |Taekook Story|

Bonus (M)

The room was filled with the scent of paint and the soft hum of an old record playing in the background. Jungkook stood shirtless in front of his canvas, lost in a world of colors and brushstrokes, Beads of sweat glistened on his skin under the warm room lights, highlighting the taut muscles of his back and arms.

I watched him from across the room, my heart swelling with love and desire. Jungkook was my weakness, and he knew it well. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of how boldly he'd proposed just the day before, a stupid yet endearing idea that had stolen my heart all over again.

I approached him, my footsteps soft on the wooden floor, unable to hold back any longer. I encircled him with my arms from behind, taking in the warmth and rhythm of his breathing.

He paused, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You like what you see?" he teased, his voice low and playful. He obviously knew.

Resting my head on his shoulder, I pressed a kiss to the curve of his neck. "How could I not? You need to give my eyes a little break, though. I whispered, my breath warm against his skin.

Jungkook chuckled, setting his brush aside. He turned in my arms, his eyes darkening with a mix of mischief and desire. "And what about you? You need a break from watching me paint?"

"Never," I murmured, my fingers tracing the lines of his torso. "I love the way you make me feel. Every touch, every glance...you give me butterflies."

His hands came up to cup my face, his thumb gently brushing over my cheek. "Then stay with me," he said softly, his voice dropping an octave. "Stay and let me show you how much I need you,"

His words sent shivers down my spine, so I nodded and closed the distance between us for a passionate kiss. The warmth of our bodies combined with the heat of our desire, and I felt my knees weaken as his lips pressed against mine with increasing urgency.

Jungkook's hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, pressing me against him. I could feel his heart pounding in sync with mine, and the intensity of our connection was overwhelming. My fingers became entangled in his hair as I deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of him and the sensation of his skin against mine.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a fiery gaze. "Let us take this to the next level," he muttered in a quiet voice.

Without waiting for a response, he lifted me and carried me to the couch in the corner of the room. He laid me down gently, his body hovering over mine, the weight of his desire pressing against me.

My fingers traced every muscle and line on his body as I studied its contours. I could feel the heat between us; it was like an electric current that stopped my breathing.

His mouth moved down my neck, kissing me and making me feel ecstatic every time. "You're everything to me," he against my skin, his whispered breath hot and ragged.   

"I want you to feel how much I need you." "I do," I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation. "I need you too. Jungkook."

With a smile on his face as he felt my smooth skin, Jungkook's hands slid under my shirt and moved to my stomach, aiming his lips for mine. He then carefully undid the button, took it off, and threw it away. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down my chest, each touch igniting a fire within me. I arched into him, my body craving more of his touch.

He unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. The look in his eyes was intense, filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his hands exploring every inch of my exposed skin.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the slickness of his sweat mingling with mine. Our movements grew increasingly urgent and desperate.

Jungkook's fingers traced patterns down my torso, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through me. At last, he moved to take down the final barriers separating us, but his movements were slow and methodical, each touch a sign of things to come.

He pressed himself against me, the heat of his body searing into mine. We moved in a rhythm that was both comfortable and unfamiliar to each other, our connection growing stronger with every touch and kiss.

As he entered me, an inaudible gasp escaped my lips, and the world outside the room vanished. There was just us, our bodies moving in perfect unison, our breaths mingling as we whispered each other's names. The pleasure increased, wave after wave, until we were both lost in the sensation, our love and desire intertwined.

Jungkook's movements became more urgent, more desperate, his ands gripping my hips as he drove us both to the edge. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, my body trembling with the intensity of our connection.

I said, "I am coming."

"Come for me, Canvas."

When the climax finally came, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over us and leaving us both breathless and spent. We lay tangled together, our bodies still humming with the
afterglow of our passion.

In the aftermath, Jungkook's fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, a contented smile playing on his lips. "I love you, Taehyung," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

"I love you too, Jungkook," I replied, my heart full. "Always." As we lay there, basking in the warmth of our love, I knew that this moment, this connection, something I would cherish forever.

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Please ignore the mistake
I wrote something spicy for the first time.

I hope you like it <3