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When I agree with him going up to my place, under those demanding eyes, I know the last thing in his mind is to have a polite conversation on how capitalism is the cancer -yet, at the same time, the oxygen- of our society. He follows me up close as soon as he manages to park his motorbike next to the entrance door. The hairs in my arms lift painfully when I feel him on my back, pushing the door while I keep trying to open it.

Suddenly I feel shy when I turn to see him once the door is open. It might be because of how close he is, or the sided smile, but every single time we are this close and in this intimate environment, he makes me feel a hundred different things -all different from the other sensations I could've ever felt.

And it all changes as soon as we cross the door to my apartment. All the tension that was building up in the lift, falls upon us like an ice bucket as soon as the sound of the door closing fills the silence.

He walks to me, and I instantly walk back and make my back collide against the wooden surface. The second I'm caged, he lets his fingers wander over my body while his lips catch mine on a hot and passionate kiss that makes our teeth crash slightly at first.

Pating against his mouth, I tried to keep up with the kiss and follow his pace, but he's being so demanding that it's making it difficult. I break the kiss gasping for air, moving my head back, just when he was sucking on my lower lip. A loud sound comes from our lips when I separate them, and I can't deny that simple "choup" sound sends electrick shocks over my body.

Jungkook looks at me with squinted eyes, as if his eyelids were too heavy to keep them open right now, and his lips parted and wet. With shaky breathing and both hands on my hips, he bends over me and tries to get back to where we were, but I move back again playfully.

He doesn't find it funny though.

One of the hands on my hips goes up over me and, with no warning, his digits hold my jaw to put me in place so he can kiss me again. Jungkook grunts in my mouth the second our tongues twirl against one another, and just that sound gets me started, getting in the deepest side of my brain to make all my sensitive parts aware of what's coming up.

My nipples harden against the cotton fabric of my bra and my core starts throbbing painfully. Trying to find some kind of relief, I press my thighs together, but those fingers on my jaw exert more pressure on my skin.

Jungkook doesn't say anything, neither lets me know he'll start walking. He only pulls my body against his, and starts walking blindly over the couch before he lets his body fall on it and breaks the kiss to keep me standing in between his legs.

—Are you alright? —I simply nod— Y/n —he warns me, using my name—, I'll need you to use your words.

—Yes.

—Do you want to stop?

I don't know how far we will go, or how far he's planning to go tonight, but I'm sure I don't want it to stop as of now. I'm too intoxicated by the way he's looking at me, his taste and his fresh scent to get rid of it so soon.

—No.

Giving me a smirk, he untucks my t-shirt and pulls it away from the edge of my jeans, lifting it just enough to leave my belly in sight. The first contact of his lips against my skin feels warm and soft, and makes my legs shake enough to force me to hold myself onto his shoulders. His lips curve with my reaction, and that only makes my skin burn even harder for him. Seeing Jungkook enjoying what he's causing on me is inexplicably hot.

He lets go of the t-shirt, making the hem fall on his head and hide his movements from me, when he moves his hands to the edge of my pants. Suddenly, I feel them baggy around my hips, before his tongue sends shiverings down my spine when it moves from the edge to my panties up to my bra cup. His fingers feel soft when he starts sliding my pants down my legs, so calmly it's making me dizzy.

His hands go up my legs once we get rid of my pants, and stop on my thighs to pull me closer and move my body so I straddle his lap.

The hairs on my nape raise as soon as his warm breath caresses my lips, making them needy and encouraging me to bend over to kiss him, but every single time he moves his head back with a smirk. Jungkook finally gives in and lets me kiss him again, but he breaks the kiss fast to start a trail of kisses down my neck. The sounds his mouth makes every time he sucks on my skin, his warm wet tongue tasting every spot on my throat... They all are the reason why the knot on my stomach tense and the tickles on my skin get so intense I can barely control myself.

I move my hips down, needy for some friction, and I feel satisfied and encouraged to do more when I feel his growing bulge against my crotch. I grind on it, and let my body get loose when his covered dick with those hard denim rub against my -still covered- clit.

I feel his teeth spread some bites all over my neck, and the moment I gasp when they pinch the sensitive skin under my ear, he lifts my hips and pulls me away from his crotch so I just straddle one of his thighs. He doesn't say a word, he just places his hands on both sides of my hips and starts moving me back and forwards. He makes my hips move smoothly, making sure my back arches every single time I move back so every stroke on my clit feels a million times more powerful than when I was moving my hips myself.

The muscles on his thigh tense as soon as he lifts it a little, so the friction intensifies against that sensitive spot. I press my lips together, I bite my lips... I try everything to avoid letting out a sound that could ruin this moment, but his thumb pushes my lower lip down, making my lips part. Soon after my gasps are too loud, and I can't keep holding back those whiny moans.

—That's it. Let me hear you —he grunts.

I'm close to losing my mind, twenty minutes ago I lost common sense, and my shyness was left downstairs, right next to where his motorbike is parked. If he's already making me feel like this now, I'm scared of what he'll cause on me once we start going further.

He leans on the couch, his thumb still falling loosely on my lower lip, and his other hand holding me by my hips, but making no effort to control my movements. I'm on my own.

Jungkook throws a sinful look at me, smirking while his tongue keeps playing with his lip ring. He's enjoying this, and how he keeps pushing me over the edge without doing a thing.

I see his hand palming his crotch over his pants, trying to fit the bulge under the fabric. And although I don't know if what I want to do will feel right, I move my hand to that same spot, but Jungkook is faster and wraps his fingers around my wrist to stop me midway, and place it on my back.

—I'll take care of that later.

—But...

—Just keep riding my thigh and cum for me.

Those words make my whole body twist over him. The hand on my hip cages my side perfectly, and fondles my skin when he starts to control my movements, making me go faster on him. I move faster and harder on his leg, so close to let go of myself I can't think of anything else right now.

My head feels heavier and falls back when a wave of pleasure falls on my body. I moan loud and my nails sink on his forearm when that intense feeling runs over me. I've cummed many times whenever I touched myself, but neither of those felt as intense as this one.

The fingers on my wrist let go of it slowly, and I'm back to being able to move that arm freely.

—But you... —he stops me.

—It's alright —he nods, while moving one of my locks behind my ear—. It's the first time, and we'll have a lot of other opportunities. I don't want to rush it for you —he smiles—. Either way, I think it'll be enough with your moans to imagine how I'd fuck you while I take care of this —he looks down to his crotch for one second—, for now.

I forget how to breathe as soon as he says that like it isn't a big deal. And, right now, I don't really know what's hotter: the image of him touching himself thinking of me or the scene that will be replaying in his head while he's doing it.

After a few minutes, he finally lifts my body carefully and places my body next to his on the couch. My cheeks burn when I see one spot on his jeans darker than the rest because of the humidity. It's like now I'm fully conscious of what we did, of what I did.

His fingers hold my chin and move my face to his, so he's able to plant a cute peck on my lips before he gets up.

—Send me a text when you get home —I ask him, seeing him walk to the door.

He throws a squared smile and winks at me, before he finally leaves.