The sound of his voice, so raw, so full of need, sent a shiver down your spine. Your body was thrumming with need, your skin on fire where he touched you. Every fiber of your being was screaming to give in, to throw caution to the wind and give him what he wanted, what you both wanted.
His face was so close, his breath mixing with yours in the scant space between you, his eyes burning with desire and need, begging without words for the thing you both wanted so badly.
He was hanging on by a thread, and you could feel it in the way he trembled against you, his body taut and tense, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. The words seemed to have left him, replaced by a primal need that was only getting stronger, more intense with every passing second. The air between you was thick with desire, with anticipation, with the knowledge of what was coming, what was unavoidable.
And then, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing onto yours.
The moment his lips touched yours, it was like a dam had broken. All the tension, the restraint, the pent up need, it all exploded in that one touch, that one, desperate kiss.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you impossibly closer, his body flush against yours, crushing you against him. His mouth was hot and demanding, his lip ring adding a different sensation to the kiss that made your head spin.
He kissed you almost hungrily, his hands roaming over your body, as if he couldn't get enough, as if he was trying to devour you. His tongue teased your lips making you gasp, seeking entrance, and when you granted it he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a hot, messy dance that left you breathless, your legs weak.
He backed you up against the bike, pressing your body between the cool metal and his heated frame, the contrast sending another shiver down your spine. His hands were on your waist, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
He kissed you like a man drowning, his sounds quiet moans and gasps that vibrated through your lips, his body language saying more than words ever could.
You clutched onto him, your body responding to his touch, your mind hazy with the overwhelming sensations. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, his hair, anything you could reach, anchoring yourself to him as if he was a lifeline in a storm of desire.
He broke the kiss,, his breaths coming out in hot, ragged puffs, his hands still mapping out your body with single-minded focus, as if trying to memorize every inch of your skin.
He put his forehead on yours, you both panting heavily.
The pause in the onslaught of kisses was a brief moment of reprieve, a chance for you both to catch your breath, to try and gather the shattered pieces of your thoughts. He was still holding you tightly, his body pressed against yours, his hands still trailing up and down your sides, caressing your skin.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes still darkened with desire, his gaze raking over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly.
His touch was now a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness, his hands tracing patterns on your skin, as if he was trying to soothe and rile you up at the same time. His face was mere inches from yours, his breaths still coming in ragged gasps, his heart racing against your chest.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his voice a hoarse, gravelly whisper.
"I've wanted to do that for so long."
He nipped your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his voice heavy with desire and something more, something that sounded like vulnerability.
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Fanfiction*Jungkook felt a thrill run through him at your words, the way you so readily and wholeheartedly admitted that you were his and his alone making his heart race. He loved the feeling of possessiveness and ownership that came with knowing that you bel...
