blizzard

Part 8 (M)

But then you feel it.

Him.

SMUT WARNING

It's subtle at first, just a gentle pressure at your bottom.

Innocent and untainted as you are, you don't even realise what it is at first, so you shift your hips unconsciously.

Then it's stiffness grows, and grows, until it's a baton poking at your rear.

Something in your core ignites, your chest constricts, and a wildfire of lust you've never felt before smoulders from your scalp to your toes before finally rooting itself in your sex. Ten hells, Jungkook's boner is touching your ass. Jungkook has a boner and it's touching your ass. Jungkook has a boner because of you and it's touching your ass.

Your brain is devoid of all senses except a formidable hunger for him. Suddenly, though he's almost surrounding you completely, the only thing you can feel is his hard member prodding you.

Is he asleep or not, you need to know.

Then a strange force possesses your lower half, and like a puppet on a string, your ass sinks back further onto him until his length is tunnelled between your cheeks.

The softest moan escapes him, almost a gasp even.

You think he's going to say something, move away or stand up and leave. Instead he pulls himself away and slowly thrusts forward again. His clothed length slides smoothly up your crack, brushing ever so slightly over your slit. It sends a wave of arousal convulsing up your core, so powerful you almost choke.

Continuing to encourage him, your hips move in tandem with his, rubbing your ass all over his pulsing erection, occasionally letting it slide between your thighs against your clit. A pleasured mewl escapes, though you're not sure who from. You've never felt anything like this, the ruin that overtakes your core at the friction. This is a divine sensation, luxury of the gods.

Jungkook's fingers dig into your waist as his pace increases, his breathing slowly shifting into wavering panting. Finally you succumb to the urge to twist around to look at him. Your heart erupts at the pure devastation contorting his face. His brows angled in pleasure, teeth clamped down on his lip to suppress those unholy noises, lids hanging heavy at the weight of his thirst for you. When his eyes lock on yours, something unleashes in him and devours you wholly.

Fire and ice. His lips feel like both fire and ice. Fire because your entire mind is burning at his smoothness, fuelled by your unkempt want for him to take over you. Ice because everything that isn't him feels numb and insignificant, and your feelings for this man holding you is the purest flake of snow.

Your first kiss, and it's already the best kiss you'll ever have, you're sure. Because the way his lips meld onto your, the desperation in the way he leans so far into you, the heat of his arousal forging it's mark between your legs. Nothing in this world can top that.

'Noona.' He sighs into you. It drives you absolutely insane.

Fingers grappling in his wavy locks, you reposition yourself completely to face him. His length twitches against you as your leg swings behind him to pull him closer. He is holding your neck with a heartbreaking delicacy, thumb stroking your jaw like it's the most fragile of chinas.

'Jung-' You whimper. 'Koo...'

Tasting of mint, his tongue gently laps at yours when you open for him. You're drowning in his essence, lungs filling with his air, though you welcome your sweet painless death like it's a heavenly gift.

Knowing his docile nature, you move his hand underneath your top, giving him permission to roam freely on your skin. He snakes around your back and circles around your front before finally meeting your sore breasts. As he kneads them tenderly, you feel a warmth ooze out of you into a puddle of concupiscence in your pants.

Oh God.

Your own hands wander beneath his hoodie, raking up the bumps of his god-sculpted abdomen and taking hold of his muscular chest. His wet kisses are a drug, and you're completely and utterly under its control.

'Jungkook, I want you.' You moan.

When his eyes fly open, you're met with pools of desire, seething into you like jets of lust. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd experience him like this, covetous for you and withering under your touch.

'Noona... Fuck.' He trembles as your hand travels down his navel, daring to slide under the band of his sweatpants. 'I want you so bad, noona.'

The whimper that leaves his mouth when you palm him through his boxers sends a flood of yearning down to your core.

Holy shit.

He feels...

Massive.

Heavy with girth, only about half of his length fits in your palm. You have to stretch your fingers in order to fully encompass him. He is fully at your disposal, groaning, grip tightening on you.

As he huffs into the edge of your jaw, his own hand comes down to find your pussy pulsing for his touch. When his touches your clothed slit, a compulsion forces your hips to buckle forwards. And when he begins to rub circles right on that tender spot, waves upon waves of ecstasy hit you.

Whining like an animal, your head falls back at the newfound pleasure he's showing you. With you neck presented so openly to him like a platter of dessert, he plants dulcet kisses onto you, his gentleness kindling your fire for him. Despite your attempt to wind your focus back to him, your grip on his erection slackens at his vibrations on your cunt.

'Can I?' Jungkook whispers into your ear, softness tickling your lobe. You don't waste a second before nodding eagerly.

Then his fingers slide underneath your panties. Sensitivity explodes at the contact between the pad of his thumb and your clit. A string of moans release from you. His fingers stroke tactfully up your slick, lubricated by your wetness for him. And when he slides his digit into you, the thread that holds your soul to sanity snaps.

'Oh my god.' He pushes through the sleek pressure of your walls. 'Jungkook.' The whimper of his name rolling off your tongue sends a rush of blood down to his aching cock.

'Noona, is that okay?' The genuity in his voice squeezes your heart.

'Yes, it feels so, argh, good.'

He latches his lips onto your neck and sucks clouds of lavender to your smooth seamless sky. His finger is slowly pumping in and out. It is a foreign feeling, so strange and unfamiliar, yet all the more exciting. The rise of his knuckles hit your wall at eye-rolling angles. Your hips roll in his rhythm to help him reach newer depths. The pleasure is unforgiving, relentless.

Another feeling gnaws at your chest, a longing to please him.

'I want to make you feel good, Jungkook.' You mumble, shy.

He looks up at you, finger gradually ceasing its movement. The pure passion alit in his eyes drives you thrumming for him.

'O-Okay.'

'You... You have to teach me though.' Redness flushes your cheeks.

'Okay.' He says again, and you wonder if you've broken him at the way he's frozen.

Sheepishly tugging down his pants, you inch yourself down and settle between his legs, the duvet rested upon your shoulders. He bobs free from the restraint of his apparel.

Your eyes bulge at his cock that is, despite the darkness, standing tall and proud, beaming at you. How is that monster going to fit inside you?

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