Heart wants what it wants [Completed ✅] [ JJK × Reader ]

Bonus 2

In kitchen you were sitting on counter as he was cooking for you. A usual way to start your weekend. He glanced over at you, sitting on the counter as he cooked. And his smitten heart shivered in bliss at the sight of you looking utterly gorgeous and perfect.

The way you sat there, looking so soft, fragile and beautiful in his oversized t-shirt. Ethereal. An angel. His angel. Your lips were lifted up into a constant small smile as you busily placed strokes on the paper with lead pencil.

His heart skipped a beat as he watched you, alongside preparing the food. A soft half-smile playing on his lips. His soul thanked God infinite times to bless him with you, the only reason for him to exist.

He couldn't stop himself from coming closer to you, leaving the pan aside for a moment. He moved in front of you, his hands resting on the counter on either side of you, effectively caging you as he loomed over you. 

He didn't say anything, gaze roaming all over you, a silent way of expressing his deep, almost obsessive love and possessiveness for you. It always happened, he could just stare at you for hours without blinking, mesmerized.

Your expression didn't change, the faint, constant soft smile on your face as you continued drawing on the paper. You didn't even look at him, yet you were fully aware of his presence, of him being so close.

He leaned a little closer until he was only inches away from you. He inhaled deeply, the soft scent of your hair and the scent of your skin reached his nose. It was like a drug to him, his breath hitching in his throat.

His gaze was now fixed on your features, trailing over your forehead, nose bridge, and the soft, pink lips. His fingers itched to reach out, touch you, he could hardly hold himself back. He just wanted you. All the time, every second. All of you.

You glanced at him with an affectionate smile for a moment before concentrating back on your sketch.
And his breath hitched once more, his heart beating a tad bit faster with that simple gesture of affection. A subtle sign that you were aware of him, that you weren't ignoring him.

He stood still, eyes drinking you in, tracing the contours of your face through his gaze. He wanted to tell you, to prove you, to show you every damn second of his life, how perfect you were. His perfect angel.

He instead shifted even closer, his eyes getting closer automatically as he rested his head on your shoulder inhaling you, nourishing his soul to the depths. The weight of his head on your shoulder was a feeling you grew accustomed to, a warm familiar feeling that filled your heart and soul. Without thinking, your hand came up to the back of his head, softly running your fingers through his hair.

He let out a soft sigh at the gesture, practically purring like a cat, his arms coming to clasp around you tightly. He closed his eyes, letting the feeling of you soothe his soul.The warm sensation of your hand on his head had his heart skipping, fingers clutching at you a tad bit tighter. He could almost moan, with the way the simple gesture affected him so greatly.

He remained silent, burying his face into your neck, craving the contact, the feel of you. Even though he had just practically ate you up an hour ago, he was a greedy man for you, he always craved more of you. Always more of you. He was a sap when it came to the only woman who owned him. Body and soul.

His embrace around you tightened, wanting to be as close to you as possible. He knew he should get back to cooking but the feeling of you was just too addictive.You smiled and relrased a soft sigh, as you placed the sketchbook aside and wrapped your frail arms around his muscular back caressing it softly.

Your hands on his bare back caused chills to run through him, making him shiver subtly. Your touch, even as the slightest gesture, was enough to wreck him. His eyes closed shut as he nuzzled his face more into your neck, breathing deeply, inhaling your scent.