Stirring The Soul

Chapter 18

**21+ warning – smut below - proceed with caution and holy water**

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For some unfathomable reason, you try to postpone whatever is about to ensue, "What happened to the shy JK from before, who didn't want to rush things?" you ask nervously. Why are you suddenly nervous? Isn't this what you wanted?

"I just want to please you, Noona, and how can I resist when you look like this," he says as leans in to kiss you, one hand supporting your neck. His other hand slides down your thigh, making you tingle. Uh oh.
It then travels up your inner thigh making you visibly shudder this time. With that, all inhibitions evaporate and you now freely kiss Jungkook back, too exhilarated to resist, and allowing yourself to succumb to whatever he has planned.
His roving hand has found its destination, now tracing the outline of your slit while his middle finger probes into your wet insides. You moan. The rest of his fingers lightly play your labia and vulva, moistening them with your freshly produced juices. You groan this time as your legs respond to his touch. You reach for his crotch, but he firmly keeps your hand away. "This is just about you," he whispers coarsely in between kisses. You wrap your arms around his neck for support, not caring anymore what happens with your towel while he continues to pleasure you.
He upgrades the hand service to two fingers effortlessly glide in and out of your pussy, reaching up to your G-spot. He uses his thumb to put pressure over the sensitive part of your skin whilst playing with your clit, which starts to send you over the edge. You try to hold it in, but your moans are all that can be heard.
He increases the vigour of this action to make sure you thoroughly enjoy what he's doing. The pace of his fingers quicken in and out of your lubricated insides with the friction causing wonderfully pleasant sensations. He still kisses you, muffling your moans, and it's only when you convulse in ecstasy does he break away from kissing you. You grip his arms for support, moaning in spasms as you cum.
Taking shallow breaths, you slump forward to lean against his body. "Holy shit, mother of holy fuck, JK," you say, your breathing getting deeper. He releases his fingers from your dripping pussy and licks them clean. "You taste so good, Noona," he says smiling darkly.

Still holding onto him for support, "What.....how.....are you trying to kill me JK?!"
His dark mode still turned on, he says, "Do you need to take another shower Noona? I can help clean you if you like."

"No! I mean, let me just catch my breath. Who the hell was that guy? What happened to the sweet, shy guy from before?" you ask, but at the same time wondering why you're questioning the existence of the part of Jungkook that just made you cum as you did. He grins coyly and says, "He rarely makes an appearance off-stage, but I told you Noona, when I'm around you, I feel a lot more confident, if you know what I mean."

"So, your Mr Hyde is quite experienced with his fingers eh? Been practising much?" you tease trying to subtly elicit his experience with other women.

"What are you trying to say Noona?" he says in mock hurt. "What I just did for you, I haven't done to anyone else, I simply followed my instincts. Was it to your liking?" he asks slyly.

"Erm, I think you know that it was, Jeon Jungkook! If you could do that much damage without prior experience (allegedly), then you will destroy me with practice," you say.

"When I saw you come out of the shower, I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to please you there and then," he explains.

"All I can say is, well done, and thank you for that. I will be sure to return the favour," you say, teasingly stroking his torso. Suddenly you notice the time, "Shit, I didn't realise it's almost 2! Ok, I'm gonna run back into the shower," you say, ushering him out, "You, get dressed asap, please." Jungkook starts to protest but you stop him, "Just Febreze your clothes. Keeping them on for the rest of the day is safer for both of us." You speed into the shower and do the necessary. When done, you peek through the door to make sure that Jungkook isn't lurking around for round two. Thankfully, you see that he's now fully dressed and tinkering on your piano. You dash to your room and lock the door. You can hear him laughing outside. Thanks to him, I'm sure I've burnt enough calories for the whole week, you think. As soon as you're ready, you come out and ask, "What are your plans for today, JK?"

"Erm, well, before I unexpectedly bumped into you this morning, I was planning on going to the Academy to practise on their stage piano. Actually, I was going to ask if you could meet me there to have our session, but I guess things turned out better than I'd hoped. Why? Do you have something you have to do?" he asks.

"Yes, I need to buy groceries! It's the highlight of my Sunday! Well, it used to be the highlight up until a few hours ago," you say cheekily.

"Cool, let's go together! It'll be so much fun, I haven't done any food shopping since I came to London!" he says excitedly.

"What? Never? Not even to the corner shop for essentials?" you ask, unconvinced.

"Nope, my housemates usually have food around the house and I just steal, I mean, have whatever is lying around. They don't mind," he explains, clearly living in oblivion.

"JK! Good grief, I'm sure they will start to mind at some point. Come on, you'd better buy some things to repay them for all the food you nicked" you say.

"Nicked?"

"Stole."

"Ah, you guys and your confusing take on the English language. Why don't you just say 'stole'? It's still only one syllable," Jungkook asks, actually curious to know.

You ponder for a moment, then say, "It's a British thing, come on." You take what you need and leave your apartment for the second time that day, but this time under very different circumstances, and in a very different mood compared to this morning. Jungkook takes your hand in his and, although for a moment you hesitate, you think what the hell, it's London. No-one will even bat an eyelid. You confidently hold hands as you walk to the supermarket.