Hae-Yeon

 
I had a bad night’s sleep, and my eyes feel heavy as I walk into the studio. Mi-Seul said she’d be a little late today, and she made sure to tell me that after I reached the studio. So I have just decided to stay here and catch a nap before she arrives.

But just as I prepare to lay my head down on the couch, I hear a knock on the front door which I locked just moments ago. Groaning, I drag my feet to the front door, and when I throw it open, my eyeballs almost fall out of their sockets seeing Jungkook there.

“Jungkook, hi!” I exclaim, reaching out to take his hand in mine.

“Hi, Hae. Did I surprise you?” He asks me while stepping inside, and I usher him to the couch.

“You sure did. I thought you were busy today,” I smile as I stand facing him.

“I was just kidding. I do not have any appointments today. Are you alone here?” Jungkook asks me, leaning back on the couch and spreading his legs wide, and I hum in confirmation.

The space looks just enough for me, almost as if inviting me to jump onto his lap. I would gladly do that, but would it be hypocritical to say that I’m a little shy to do it?

While I stand there staring at him, contemplating moving closer to him, he speaks as if he picked up my brain waves.

“Hae-Yeon, come closer, please,” Jungkook pleads in a soft but arrestingly seducing voice, extending a hand while resting the elbow of his other hand on top of the backrest of his seat.

Without a word, I inch closer to him and take his hand in mine. It feels as if he has gravity which pulls me to him without my control. The handsome man in front of me smiles softly, gently tugging my hand and reducing the space between us.

“I want to hold you,” he says, lifting his back off the couch and bringing the side of his head to lean on my stomach, his hands wrapping around my hips as he nestles his face against my body that goes rigid in a flash.

“You’re so warm, I want to stay this way,” his voice sounds nothing but a mashup of cuddly words in a deeper tone, and it brings a smile to my face, making my shoulders loosen up.

I reciprocate his gesture by circling his neck with my hands and holding him close to me.

“Jungkook, I like this. I want to hold you close too,” I ruffle his hair lightly, my words making him hum in response, and he sounds as though he’s ready to fall asleep.

But then he pulls away after a few seconds and leans back on the couch once again; his arms sliding away from my body.

“Sit on me,” he demands, and my eyes widen upon hearing his words; I swallow thickly to moisten my suddenly parched throat.

Sensing that I’ve been silent and motionless for a few seconds, he furrows his eyebrows a little.

“I can hold you closer that way,” there is absolutely no innocence in the way he says that, and my legs start trembling a little.

Turning my head around, I notice that the front door is closed but not locked. I wouldn’t want someone walking in on us, so I take a moment to lock the door, and while I do, I notice the naughty smirk forming on Jungkook’s lips. I step forward taking deep breaths, and then I sit down on his lap, facing him while still being cautious not to exert my whole weight on his lap.

Laughing softly, he hooks his hands under both my knees and brings them to rest on either side of him on the seat of the couch, pulling me closer and making me straddle him. I place my shivering hands on his shoulders for support as he brings his hands to lock around my waist, reducing the space between our bodies.

Jungkook frowns a little in disappointment when he realizes that I’m sitting still.

“I thought you wanted to hold me too,” he complains, pouting, and I chuckle nervously.

I slide my hands a little to his back and feel his muscles with my palms as if trying to remember if his body still matches my visual memory from a few nights ago. My move melts the frown on his face and turns it into a luminous smile.

“Say something, Sarang. I want to keep talking and listening to you,” his voice drops lower, and the way he speaks is making me feel strange pulsations between my thighs.

“I- I’m a little nervous?” I smile a little when he does the same, and, heck! His lips are so distracting.

“Why are you nervous? You were so comfortable the other night, and I loved it so much,” he recollects, making a shiver run up my spine.

“I- I mean,” I laugh nervously, internally scolding myself for being so under-prepared for such an encounter. “I haven’t been so close to anybody,” my voice lowers to a timid squeak.

“I’m not a dangerous person, and I hope you know that,” Jungkook raises his eyebrows in question, his sparkling eyes seemingly staring hard at me.

“It’s not about you. It’s...about me,” I manage to say softly, and his eyebrows return to their place, his shoulders relaxing as well.

“Relax, Hae-Yeon. I won’t cross my limits, and if you’re uncomfortable, let me know. But I actually came here for something else,” he says in a riddled manner, causing a look of confusion to fall upon my features.

“Something else?” I ask him, but the answer dawns upon me in a flash.

“The cake,” we both say simultaneously, breaking into a short fit of laughter thereafter.

“Right, I almost forgot that,” I say in a more relaxed tone this time.

“I hope you didn’t forget to bring it along?” He questions me, his hands are locked behind my back, and mine are resting on his shoulders.

“Of course, I didn’t. Wait up,” I gently tap his shoulder before I climb out of his lap and head over to the mini refrigerator in a corner of the room.

The little cake that’s overloaded with chocolate is sitting pretty, and I take it out with a smile of achievement playing on my lips. Carefully carrying it towards the couch, I set the cake down on the small corner table and take a seat beside Jungkook.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll go get us the plates and forks,” I try to get up from the couch to get us the said items, and Jungkook holds my wrist and stops me.

“I don’t think we need those,” he says, focusing somewhere he thinks my eyes are.

My eyebrows come together in a slightly confused manner, and Jungkook flashes a silly grin, making me mirror the same.

“You want to get your hands dirty, I guess?”

“Not just mine,” A smirk grows on his lips. “Where’s the cake?” He asks cheekily, and I turn around, picking up the cake and putting it in the small space between our bodies on the couch.

He knows that the cake is there, but he can’t obviously locate it correctly, so I guide his hand to the cake, and he dips a finger into the chocolate cream on top of it, gathering a heap of it by swiping his finger over the cake.

“Can I?” Jungkook asks, lifting his finger close to his mouth.

“Sure,” I nod, watching his lips part, and then he sticks his cream-coated finger into his mouth, sucking it all off and then pulling out his finger with a little pop sound.

“Mmmmm,” he furrows his eyebrows and intensely hums in approval of the flavor. It sounds more like a sexy moan that causes a knot to form within my stomach.

“It tastes amazing,” his finger reaches the cake more accurately this time, and he uses the same finger to collect another finger full of cream.

“Do you want to taste it too?” He raises his brows, extending his finger in my direction, and as much as I want to taste it right off his finger, I feel too shy to accept the highly tempting offer.

“Come on,” Jungkook whines, pouting a little. “You can relax, Sarang,” he slightly twists his upper body, and his free hand finds my knee as he softly strokes it, making a strange tingle spread all over my body, and every hair fiber on my body stands on its end.

My cheeks heat up, and my hands tremble, but they somehow, almost magnetically, reach out to hold his hand. Another smirk forms on his pretty lips as I slightly tilt his finger towards my lips and put it into my mouth.

God! Hae-Yeon?

It seems like I’m on autopilot as my eyelids fall shut, and I lick the cream off his finger, sucking it clean whilst simultaneously feeling a mighty shiver run up my spine; my whole body shuddering lightly.

Jungkook’s hand on my knee clamps down tighter as he glides his finger over my tongue, and right now my heart is thundering away—the sound of which he must have heard very clearly.

It takes a while for my senses to return to earth, and I quickly open my eyes, only to find Jungkook having his eyes closed and breathing heavily through his slightly parted lips.

I slowly pull his finger out of my mouth while keeping my gaze strong on him, and his eyes flutter open too. He can’t see the crimson painted on my cheeks, but I’m sure he knows how my body is reacting because my hands that are holding his hand are freezing out of excitement.

“How does it taste?” His question seems innocent, but there’s that smirk dancing on his lips which says otherwise.

“It tastes just the way I like it,” I return his hand to his side, but it returns to the cake instead, and it seems as if he has almost memorized the position with such fine precision.

“It tastes amazing, and what better way to celebrate than with a cake?” Jungkook laughs softly, swiping off a dollop of the cream and sucking it away.

“What’s the occasion? I mean, it’s not that we really need an occasion for cake... I haven’t been at it lately, but I bake and eat whenever I feel like it, and then I end up feeling guilty about all the calories,” I chuckle, leaning back on the couch.

“I’ll tell you if you come closer,” he confidently leans back on the couch, lightly flicking his wrist to point to his lap and telling me to return there now that the cake has been fetched.

This time, at the drop of a hat, I straddle his thighs and sit on his lap, smiling softly when sheer happiness shows on his face. His hands make contact with my outer thighs, slowly sliding up over the curve of my hips and to the small of my back where he links his fingers together and keeps me in place. It almost feels like he is revisiting his memory to see if I still look and feel the same. Furthermore, the trousers that I’m wearing today are baggy ones, which intensifies the sensation of having his hands on me.

“It’s my birthday,” Jungkook’s voice lowers.

My eyes widen, and I stare at him slack-jawed. “Wow! I- I never knew,” the surprise shows in my voice.

“Yeah, of course, no one knows, and I didn’t tell you as well,” he sends a toothy grin my way, using his left hand to push away the hair from his forehead, and I laugh softly.

“Happy birthday, Jungkook,” I smile at him, resting my elbows on his shoulders and using my fingers to tousle the locks of hair that are behind his neck.

“That’s it?”

“No, there’s cake,” I chuckle a little as I gather a generous amount of cream on my forefinger and bring it to his lips.

Jungkook takes my finger into his mouth, gliding his smooth, wet tongue all over my finger, making me emit an insuppressible low moan; my eyelids falling shut. My arousal builds up at a phenomenal pace, and I figure that I wouldn’t ever be able to get enough of him.

With my finger still in his mouth, he moves his hands up my back, under the sweatshirt that I’m wearing. His slightly calloused hands feel like fire against my skin, and I’m unable to open my eyes as I begin responding to his touch by slightly arching my back.

Pulling my finger out of his mouth, I open my eyes to find him having his eyes open, and his hands have reached the clasp of my bra as if waiting for me to grant them permission to undo it. All of a sudden, all my clothing feels too suffocating to live in.

Jungkook allows his fingers to slide under the elastic band of my bra and expertly snaps open the clasp. My chest dips and rises in anticipation, my breathing already heavy and labored.

“I liked it this way,” he mumbles, and his hand stays on my back, delicately swiping up and down.

“I’m still hungry,” Jungkook whispers in a deep voice, and I eagerly reach out to collect more cream in my index and middle fingers this time and stick them into his mouth.

His tongue, wet and smooth against my fingers, sends a series of electric current waves directly to my core, making me clench and release against nothing, almost painfully, and it makes me crave this even more.

I slowly slide my fingers out of his mouth, and simultaneously his hand leaves my back to dip into the cake and pick up more cream, but he swabs the finger over my neck instead of feeding it to me. At this point, I don’t even know if it was by mistake or if this was what he intended to do—the latter most definitely, going by the slightly vicious grin that spreads across his attractive lips.

Leaning closer to me, Jungkook presses his lips to dip in between my collarbones, and I throw my head back, weaving my fingers through his dark hair. His lips are tender on my skin as he leaves a little trail of kisses to reach the smear of cream on my neck. And then his tongue is on my neck, licking away the cream sensually; his hands have now returned to caress my spine in tender up and down movements.

“This tastes even better,” he mumbles against my neck, guiding his lips up the side of my neck and to my jaw before he leans back, licking away a part of the cream that was on his upper lip.

There’s a smudge of cream at the tip of his nose, and my heart pounds like crazy as I bend towards him, holding his head on both sides to kiss away the cream without any hesitation. Before I could lean back, Jungkook presses his hands down on my back and keeps me stuck to him as his soft lips touch my chin in a delicate kiss.

“Can I have my birthday present now?” His lips move against my jawline, causing a tumbling sensation within my stomach. “I want to kiss you,” he whispers.

His words and the tone of his voice cause the heat in the air to escalate way too quickly, and the teasing moves of his lips leave me wanting more. I almost groan when his lips leave my chin, but then he returns immediately and softly guides his lips towards mine, parting them slightly as he breathes against my tender flesh.

My mind has lost all its rational thinking ability, and all I feel now is the wanton desire to kiss him. There is not an ounce of hesitation in me when I make the first move and press my lips to his because ever since I felt his lips on my hand the other night in an innocent kiss, the sensation has just left me dazed. I’ve been internally dying to experience the softness and warmth of his lips with my lips, over and over again. Jungkook kisses me back with no intention of letting it pass as a simple lip kiss. Neither do I want it that way.

Our mouths fit perfectly together, and our tongues glide over each other as I lock my arms around his neck and push myself closer to him. His hands push my hips down against his thighs to practically feel the heat emanating from our groins against one another. I can clearly feel his erection that is growing within his pants, and my skin bristles at the sensation. I shift a little on his lap as I gasp into his mouth, making him smirk against my lips.

His loose trousers do nothing to restrain his growing bulge that presses against my core, my dripping wet core, that is. Strong hands angle my hips and hold them on either side, expertly guiding me to grind against him, which I do, feeling a heady mix of widely contrasting emotions that range from a feral desire to a heavy doubt if I’m doing it right.

The friction of his hard bulk against my heat, even through at least three or four layers of clothing, is making me feel incredible. But am I making him feel good with my inexperienced moves? If not, is he going to be frustrated?

My doubts are canceled when his erection twitches against my throbbing core, and Jungkook growls into the kiss, sliding his hands a little to the back and gripping tighter onto my ass cheeks. The kiss deepens further when he tilts his head to one side and then to the other, effortlessly swallowing my moans that were too shy to come out at first. I know that these sounds are falling in his ears with high precision, and those are what will elevate him to euphoria, just like what his erotic masculine moans are doing to me at the moment.

The movements of our lips right now barely qualify as a kiss. I roll my hips against him, rocking my bottom back and forth as I detach our mouths and throw my head back. I feel so drunk, intoxicated even, when I haven’t had a drop of alcohol. But I know now that alcohol stands no chance against what this man could do to me.

My breaths come out in short gasps through my parted lips, and my eyebrows fall together at the intensifying pleasure. I’m enjoying this way too much, my body is writhing, and my orgasm seems within a hand’s reach. His breathing pattern mirrors mine, but I’m unable to focus on anything as I find myself moving at a haphazard rhythm while clutching tight onto his muscular shoulders.

“What do you want, Hae-Yeon? Tell me,” Jungkook’s voice rumbles low, much deeper than his usual, and that does it for me. I’m unable to answer him, and no words make it past my throat rather, it’s only just a set of incoherent moans and mumbles.

And then, I feel it happening—an explosive orgasm crashes right through me as every muscle in my body tightens, and I moan loudly; so loud and erotic that it sounds almost lewd to me. My body tenses up and arches backwards, pushing my hips further against him, and my hands grip his shoulders for dear life while my movements slow down gradually.

At that moment, Jungkook’s groans and hisses echo within the room. My eyes stay glued to his face, watching his climax manifest on his face by forcing his eyes to screw shut. His jaw clenches tight as he twitches repeatedly against my sensitive core while panting heavily and throwing his head back. His hands slide up a little and tightly hold my bare waist on either side, squeezing the flesh as he slowly descends to normalcy.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker open after a while, and they meet mine with a fond smile on his lips.

“That was the best birthday gift,” he whispers, leaning close to me to leave butterfly pecks on my lips before kissing me deeply once again.
 

Boy just had a cake smash in his style.
😏

Published on : 09/24/2023