𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

part 31

With a gentle but firm touch, he eased your legs apart, opening up a space for him to move closer. He stepped between your thighs, his body pressing against yours, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin fabric of his clothing. Your hands gripped his shirt, tugging at it desperately, aching to feel his bare skin against your own. You fumbled with the buttons, struggling to undo them in your haste to feel more of him, your lips pulling away from his only long enough to gasp for air.

His breath was ragged, his chest heaving against yours as he watched you feverishly unfasten his shirt, his eyes dark with lust. Your lips crashed against his once more, your kisses hungry and urgent, as if you could never get enough of him. He helped you shrug the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, before his hands were back on you, his palms running down your sides, squeezing your hips, as if to remind you that you were his. Your fingers explored his bare skin, tracing the contours of his muscles, your nails digging into his flesh.

You felt his hands slip around to your back, deftly unhooking your bra, the straps sliding down your shoulders. He broke away from the kiss, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, exposed and vulnerable before him. His lips traveled down your throat, kissing and nipping at the skin, his teeth grazing your collarbone, as his hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs grazing over your erect nipples.
"Agh~ A low gasp escaped from your mouth at the sensation, your head falling back, as you arched into his touch, silently begging for more.

He continued his tantalizing descent, his mouth moving down your chest, his tongue twirling around your nipple,
"Ahh J-Jungkook- you gripped his hairs,

A husky chuckle escaped from him as he heard your impatient plea, a low growl that only made you shiver. He was enjoying the slow buildup, the anticipation and the way your body reacted to his every touch. But he couldn't resist teasing you a little bit, his fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipple, but never quite touching where you wanted him the most. Your breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, your hands gripping his wrists, trying to guide him, but he resisted, his eyes locked with yours, his grin wicked.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Patience, my love," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want to savor every moment, to draw out every moan and gasp from your sweet lips." His fingers teased the sensitive skin of your thigh, his touch feather-light and maddening, as he nibbled at your earlobe, his tongue dipping into your ear.

The teasing sensation sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching against his, desperate for more. But he continued his slow, deliberate exploration, his lips moving back to your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin with just enough pressure to drive you wild. Your hands roamed his back, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, your nails digging into his flesh as he continued his sensual torture. His thumb brushed over your nipple, but just as you were about to cry out in pleasure, he pulled away, denying you the release you sought.

Your eyes met his, a mix of frustration and desire written across your features. He was toying with you, pushing you to the edge and then denying you the relief you craved. It was a sweet, delicious form of torture, and yet, you couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought that you were completely at his mercy. "Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible, your body trembling with need. "I need you."

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he heard your words, a primal sound that sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through your body. He loved hearing you beg, loved the way you surrendered to him, giving him control. For a moment, he simply looked at you, his eyes raking over your body, taking in every curve and contour. "Tell me," he said, his voice low and husky. "Tell me how much you want me."