Orphaned

three

Rina's hips sink back into Jungkook's. 

The younger boy's hands grip at her flesh, his fingers digging into the softness of her skin. Her naked back is spread out before him, his eyes desperately taking in the sight. 

When she makes a sound, he loses his mind. It's the softest little whimper that Jungkook has ever heard, but fuck it sounds so good. 

His eyes trail down to where they're connected, her intimate area stretching to accommodate him. This is a sight that he's dreamt about for years, and here he is, finally able to enjoy it. 

She looks so good right now. 

The satin sheets dip below her bare knees, the smooth fabric giving her something comfy to rest against. He reaches forward, placing his hand between her shoulder blades. Her skin is so soft. The smoothness itself is almost enough for Jungkook to climax, but he just barely manages to hold it back. He presses down on her spine, watching with alert eyes as she allows her upper body to fall to the sheets. 

She reaches her fingers out and grips at the material, balling up her fists with each thrust from the boy behind her. More sweet noises leave her mouth with the new spot that Jungkook is hitting with each thrust. 

His hands grip at her hips, bringing them back to meet his own movements. She's close to release, he can tell from the way her toes are beginning to curl. He decides to slow his movements until they're painfully slow, just barely moving, really. She scrunches up her eyes, pushing herself back into him desperately. 

He leans down, his hips just slowly rocking at this point. He drapes his form over hers, resting his chin on her shoulder. He runs his tongue up her throat, coming to a stop when he reaches her ear. 

"Does my noona want more?" he mumbles into her ear softly. He rolls his hips into hers slowly, Jungkook practically salivating at the soft whimper that left her mouth. 

"P-please-"

"Please, what? Use your words," he says, reaching his arm under her body. He rests his limb between her breasts, finding his hand able to grip her shoulder. She leans her body up into his torso, finding comfort in his arm pressed across her chest. His grip around her tightening, holding her securely against him. 

This was a feeling that he's desired for longer than he could remember. 

Her skin against his. 

Her body leaning into him. 

The feeling of her tight wetness wrapped around him. 

The scent of her filling his nostrils. 

Her sweet sounds drifting through his ear canals, winding their way from his brain straight to his heart. He can practically feel her wrapped tightly around the vital organ inside of him. It's a sensation that he's always felt. He's always known that she was the only person he'd ever love. 

He'd come to terms with her hold on him long ago. 

"P-please, I want more," her voice is soft and raspy. He can hear the desperation in her tone. Her thighs are shaking, the weight of her body proving to be too much after the hours they've spent today in similar positions. He can feel her tightening around him, desperate for a climax that he's been holding out of her reach for the past half hour. 

"Does noona want me to finish her off?" Jungkook asks, reaching his other hand down between her legs. Her body begins to shake with each movement of his fingers against her most sensitive spot. 

Her sounds are so sweet. Her body feels so good. She's so perfect. So beautiful. 

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah, noona?"