𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

❤︎𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 61❤︎

He chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He pressed himself against you, his body molding to yours. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the want. He knew you were just as affected as he was.

His eyes never left yours, his gaze holding your captive as he grasped the back of your dress, pulling it down as it was about to fall. You instinctively hugged him, breathing heavily.

"How could you even doubt it?" he murmured, his hands roaming your bare back under the fabric of your dress. His touch was like fire on your skin, his fingers finding the fastening of your bra and undoing it with a flick of his wrist.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. You gasped, the sudden freeing of your chest making your head spin. His touch was electric, his proximity overwhelming. You wanted more, needed more.

"I-I-" you started, but the words got caught in your throat. It was hard to think, to speak. Your body was arching into him, your legs weakening.

"A-asshole-" you muttered weakly.

He chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied. He could see how affected you were, how you were slowly losing control. He loved it, loved the power he had over you, the way your body responded to his touch.

His hands continued to roam your skin, his mouth attaching to your neck, trailing a path downward. He was marking you, claiming you, making sure that you knew exactly who you belonged to.

Without warning, he picked you up, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

You gasped, wrapping your legs around him instinctively. The shift in position caused you to be even closer to him, your body pressed flush against his muscular frame. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, trying to calm your racing heart. But it was no use, being this close to him was like a drug, an addiction.

He carried you to the bed, his lips still attached to your skin, leaving a trail of kisses down your shoulders. He laid you down gently, his body covering yours, his weight a heavy yet comforting presence.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense as he looked at you. "You feel what you do to me?" he murmured, his hips pressing into yours. You shivered, feeling the evidence of his words against your hip. Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulders, your body responding on its own.

You could feel the tension, the need building between you, a storm cloud about to burst. The air was thick with anticipation, the silence between you palpable.

"J-Jungkook-" you gasped, unable to put your thoughts into words. Your voice was barely audible, but he heard it, his eyes flashing with desire.

He let out a low growl, the sound primal and possessive. It sent a shiver down your spine, making your heart race with anticipation. He captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue demanding access. He wanted to devour you, to make you his in every way possible.

He ground into you, his hips pressing against yours, creating a friction that sent sparks through your body. You felt like you were melting into him, your body arching into his as you sought more contact.

You kissed him back hungrily, your body craving his touch. Your mind was a frenzied mess, overwhelmed by the barrage of sensations. His touch, his taste, his scent, it was all-consuming. You felt like you were drowning in him, and you didn't want to be saved.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more. Your hands roamed his back, his shoulders, his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You were lost in the moment, lost in him, and you never wanted to be found.