The Story of Us | Jikook/Kookmin

45 | Bonus Chapter and Farewell

[A/N: This is our last hello, so I hope you take your time reading it.]

Jimin POV.

Night-time, adorned as told in the story.

The stream flows afront the lidded casement windows, harmonizing with the little sounds coming from our dim-lit haven, blending smoke traces of jasmine-scented candles and body heat on the rise into what resembles a scene out of a movie.

Scenes like this can't exist in movies because such perfection is impossible, I think tenuously, barely holding back the sound my throat forces me to salve. My head spins when my back arches from the softest black sheets in the essay of a perfect sensual angle, and only belatedly I realize Jungkook's hand has been supporting me.

It's a wonder whether I saw the darkness in his eyes or whether I made it up. There is no time to take it into account but maybe reality isn't bound to be figured out at this moment. Whatever your heart screams you believe blindly and follow down the path it guides you. 

Jungkook's lips find mine, lazily mingling as he drags his palm from my kneecap to my inner thighs, caressing all the goosebumps filling the gaps of skin between aligned straps of lace. It's another mystery how big his hand feels against my thigh, an impossible proportion if it's up to science, but again - things that happen in this here and now aren't meant to make sense in reality if they don't momentarily do. 

I gasp in reaction to his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, tilt my head to the side when he nibbles on it, giving him full control of my mouth. His tongue comes to lick on the surface of my reddened lip, pitch black eyes flicking up to mine for a split second before clicking closed again. 

I breathe. 

They are dark.

The moan I've been holding back pains on my throat. He is teasing my inner thigh, thumb digging on the outlines of my black panty and pressing into my perinium over the fabric. That's it. I can't help myself anymore, mewling into his mouth and allowing him the satisfaction of seeing me slowly lose control. 

I reach desperately for his neck with one of my hands, and slide the other from his shoulder to his chest, rummaging through the surface of his skin with my thumb until I feel my finger brush on his nipple bud. There. As I go through it back and forth his greed awakens in form of finger slipping under the panty to tease on my bare parts. 

I'm too gone before we even did anything. At this rate I won't be able to keep up, but that's kind of my fault. I knew he'd drive crazy over the lingerie, I wanted him to wreck me when he'd transform into his reckless self and here he is now, kissing bruises on every part of my neck and making sure I take in the consequences of making him fall in love with me yet another time.

- Is there a way of getting rid of this without taking off the leg rings?

I look down shakily to find him fiddling with the corner of my panties, frustrated with it's stubborn design. It looked good at first sight when it hugged my hips and revealed the outline of my member tightly but it's nothing more than a hurdle on his way now.