Hae-Yeon

 
Taking his hand in mine, I carefully guide Jungkook to sit down on the couch. He seems to have no intention of wasting any time today as he quickly wraps his fingers around my wrist and pulls me towards him once he sits down on the couch.

I stumble and drop on his lap, gasping lightly, and he wraps his hands around my waist. The perfume that I’m wearing tonight is mild yet seducing, and it is among my favorite fragrances to wear, with undertones of vanilla and rose. It is quite different from the usual one that I wear, which is also the one he is familiar with. Jungkook expresses his admiration by inhaling the smell quite obviously with a smile spreading across his lips.

Linking my arms around his neck, I ease myself on his lap, and he places a hand on my knee. Jungkook softly caresses my knee, moving his hand up slowly and feeling my curves. He takes a moment to study the texture and details on the dress, smirking when he’s sure that I’m wearing the one that he sent me yesterday.

“Did you have a nice time tonight, Sarang?” He asks me as he smoothly glides his hand up and down along my thigh.

“It was fun; I had a couple of drinks and...” I drag my words and then pause speaking.

“And?” He gently squeezes my waist, urging me to continue talking about my experience at the club.

“And... There was a couple at the club. Uhm...” I shy away once again, and he smirks.

“What about them? Hm?” He whispers this time, tugging me closer by my waist, and his smirk raises my suspicions that he probably already knows something.

“They were...uhm... very intimate, and I-” I clear my throat, “I was looking at them,” my voice lowers, and I pull myself closer to him; my breasts are now touching his face.

“Tell me more,” he murmurs, breathing hard and fighting the urge to comfort his face into my chest as he makes firm circles with his thumb on my inner thigh.

“I enjoyed seeing what they were doing... I even wished I had my camera to click pictures of them,” I say just above a whisper, my hand now softly fondling the side of his neck and jaw.

“Mhm?”

Whether he was there or not, I’m not sure, and my head is too light now to quiz him about that. But I’m guessing he knows that I wanted to be intimate like that going by his soft touches and sultry tone.

“And I was thinking about you... I wanted us to be like that and do the things they were doing,” I confess shamelessly with a little giggle; thanks to the alcohol.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he brushes his face against my breasts while allowing his hand to travel further up under the hem of my dress.

Bringing a hand to hold his face on both sides, I dip my neck to connect our lips together in an impatient kiss. I was already aroused by merely thinking about him, but now I feel as if I’m levitating under a spell he cast on me.

Jungkook traces both his hands over the curve of my waist and brings them to my chest, delicately dipping his fingers into the neckline of my dress. But the dress doesn’t budge as it is stuck to my body, and even though he can feel my skin at his fingertips, he is unable to pull the fabric down.

“Sorry, I stuck the dress with some tape,” I disconnect our mouths reluctantly, and he chuckles through his nose, nodding his head a little.

My fingers brush past his, and I rip out the tape to allow him to do whatever he pleases to do with my dress tonight. Once he senses that the tape is gone, he curls his fingers into the neckline of my dress and drags down the fabric, softly pressing his lips to the skin that he exposed just now.

A breathy moan leaves my lips in response, and my back arches when his lips part against my skin. My fingers weave through his hair, loosely gripping a handful as my breathing becomes more audible now. The sexy sounds that we make while he slowly moves his lips over the curve of my breast are making me feel more drunk than I already am at the moment.

“Hae-Yeon,” he mumbles against my chest, and the way his voice calls my name makes my skin bristle, and I’m already feeling his arousal hard and clear beneath my bottom.

I hum in response, unable to manage any words at the moment.

“Where’s your bed?” Jungkook whispers, pressing a kiss to my chest thereafter.

Without saying a word, I climb out of his lap, and he gets up from the couch too. Taking hold of his hand and tucking it under my elbow, I walk towards my bed. Jungkook tries to take careful steps so as not to bump into anything, but there’s no obstacle on the way because I avoid any potential threats, and then I let go of his hand.

I step closer to him, and his subtle yet manly scent begins to invade my senses as I glide my hands up his chest and place them on his shoulders.

“Get on the bed, Hae-Yeon,” Jungkook cups one hand over my ass and caresses it softly, smacking me once.

“What are we gonna do?” My mildly alcoholic breath fills the space between our faces while my hand is under his shirt now. I boldly allow my fingers to traverse the defined muscles on his abs and reach his chest, and then I make soft circles with the tips of my fingers.

“I want to touch you with all of me,” his hand slips in between my thighs and lands directly on the soft lace fabric of my panties that’s clinging to my body.

A string of salacious moans fall from my lips when he presses the ball of his thumb to my clit and applies enough pressure that causes my thighs to tighten around his hand; my nails digging into his chest. With a few soft and deft moves of his strong hands, he lowers my dress and drops it to the floor. I’m wearing just my lace bra and panties, and it makes my whole body erupt into a wave of goosebumps; my nipples perking upright under the fabric. I take a few steps back, and he moves along with me, and then I slowly climb onto the mattress behind me.

Jungkook follows me, and he curls closer to me from the back while his hand holds my hip and keeps my body stuck to his. He slowly fondles my outer thigh, caressing the tiny stretch marks that are spread all over the area and letting out a low and dragged, soft moan.

“Hae-Yeon, your skin feels so good to touch,” he speaks in a whisper; his warm breath tickling the side of my neck and making a fresh wave of goosebumps sprout on my body.

I’m already elevating to bliss, and my mind isn’t working properly, but all that I know is that he is appreciative of my body and making me feel good at the same time. And I’m loving it, already feeling the addiction to his touch spreading its roots strong and deep within me.

His hand on my hip moves slightly to the front, and he pulls me even closer to him. My ass is pressed against him, and the contact, even through layers of clothing, makes me let out a low groan.

Jungkook’s hand starts traveling up my thighs, barely touching me where I feel the rising need to be touched by him, and his fingers reach my stomach. He gently dips a finger into my belly button and slowly starts making sensual circles around it with his fingertips. My eyelids fall shut at this pleasurable touch, and I shudder when I hear him moan low against my ear.

He moves his thigh over my hips and wraps me with his lower half while letting his hand travel further up to the base of my breasts. He softly traces the lace of my bra with the pads of his fingertips.

“Take it off.” I voice out in desperation, feeling the dire need to be touched like that by him climbing to the top of my head.

Jungkook wastes no time in unhooking my bra and slowly sliding the strap down my shoulder and arm. As he does, he shuffles a little and begins leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along my arm, following the path of the removed bra strap.

My bra flies to the floor, after which I feel him shifting behind me. Turning my head around, I look over my shoulder and see him pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it away before he pulls off his trousers and discards that as well. He then lays back down with his chest closely stuck to my back.

Jungkook’s hand immediately cups my breast and begins to softly roll the handful of flesh, earning soft and needy moans from me. The moment he places the tip of his index finger over my perked-up nipple and begins to roll it lightly, I involuntarily push my ass further up against him.

He growls instinctively, pinching my nipple in response. “Don’t stop,” he encourages me to keep grinding my ass against him while he teasingly pulls my nipple and moves to do the same to my other nipple.

The lace of my panties, which is my only defense against him right now, is too flimsy, and the fabric of his briefs is not very thick as well, and I can feel him twitching in arousal and excitement, which boosts my confidence. I roll my hips, grinding against his erection which is rock-solid now. My panties are embarrassingly soaked already, and I can feel the silky wetness trickling down with his every touch and moan.

Jungkook suddenly stops pleasuring my nipples and slides his hand to take hold of mine, lacing our fingers together in an intimate hold. He then moves our entwined hands down my bare stomach and under the hem of my panties. My core pulses as both our hands slide past the small patch of trimmed hair to come into contact with my fully aroused clit.

Taking my index and middle fingers in his hand, Jungkook controls them to spread open my wet folds and places the pad of my fingers directly over my sensitive nub. I release a shaky moan, my whole body trembling when I feel him let go of my hand and drag the tip of his middle finger along the inside of my wall coated with my arousal.

“Do it, Hae-Yeon,” he whispers directly into my ear, allowing his fingers to explore the crevices of my wet lips. “Pleasure yourself,” he dirty talks, dropping his lips to my shoulder as he begins kissing me most sensually.

It isn’t new to me, and I have masturbated way too many times while imagining his touch and hearing his voice this close, but always only in total privacy. Now, however, alcohol is stripping me of my last slivers of shame as I begin moving my fingertips in circles over my clit, just as he asked of me.

I should probably be embarrassed to do this in someone’s presence, but I’m not in the least embarrassed. It feels right to do it when he’s near me. In fact, I’m feeling even more aroused than before as I feel my walls clench and release in need. The sounds that leave my mouth, and the combined, intoxicating pleasure of his fingers teasing my entrance along with my fingers working against my clit, make us both emit vulgar noises.

His absent-minded, wet kisses turn sloppier when he slowly slips one thick finger inside me, and a masculine groan follows thereafter, encouraging a lewd moan from me.

“How does it feel?” His voice deepens and rumbles low against my ear while he simultaneously inserts another finger, slowly and smoothly.

“S-So good,” I stutter breathlessly, making him gently bite my shoulder.

His chest is pressed against my back, and my skin starts to grow damp with a layer of sweat that’s forming on our bodies. Jungkook takes my earlobe between his teeth and runs his tongue over the shell of my ear, but my mind isn’t able to focus on the movements of his tongue. I’m so lost in drowning in my own lust and immense pleasure that I begin jerking my hips up to match the curling movements of his fingers against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

My fingers work faster against my clit as do his fingers that are repeatedly curling and moving in and out of me. I’m close to releasing, like really close, and that’s when I hear him emit a low groan while letting his fingers glide out of me. But before I react, he brings his lips close to my ear and whispers, “I want us both to feel the pleasure.”

His dirty words make me want to say something dirtier back to him, but I’m unsure what to say, unsure if I might say something foolish and off-putting. So, I hum quietly in response, eager to see what he means by both of us feeling the pleasure. At the same time.

I’m not sure if I’m ready for penetrative sex yet, and I’m hoping he doesn’t want it with me right away. It will be an outright lie if I said that I’m not feeling my nerves about to explode with curiosity until, that is, his hand travels to my lower back, slowly tracing the hem of my panties before he tucks in two fingers and slightly pulls it down. I gasp audibly, turning my head around to look at him.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispers in a low and deep voice as his hand further drags down my panties and fully exposes my bottom. “I only want to feel more of you,” Jungkook says in a deep whisper before he leans in for a quick kiss on the side of my head.

“I trust you,” I whisper back with a smile.

He uses his feet and legs to pull up the duvet to cover our lower halves, knowing that I may be intimidated a little. I certainly would be because, to me, the male body is an unexplored territory. And I’ve never been in such an intimate position with any man ever. Let alone what awaits me when he strips himself off his briefs. I don’t know what to expect, and even though I felt the entirety of his masculinity against me the other day and up until now while making out, it was all still while we were clothed.

Today, his briefs are more restraining than the loose trousers he wore the other day, and I’m clueless about what I should expect. As my thoughts wander, Jungkook lifts his hips a little and pulls down his briefs under the sheets, rendering himself fully naked. My eyes widen and my heart hammers wildly when I feel him crawling closer to my back, and the slightly wet tip of his erection comes into contact with my right ass cheek.

With a gentle yet firm squeeze to my outer thigh, Jungkook slides a hand to wrap around my inner thigh, and he lifts it a little before he adjusts himself in position and lets go of my thigh. His throbbing erection is sandwiched right in between my thighs from behind me, and my wetness is coating his length that is sitting between my thighs and my wet folds.

I look down under the sheets and see his tip peeking through from in between my thighs. The sight causes a twisting sensation within the pit of my stomach that radiates the intense need to take this further. I feel the hardness of his erection pressed in between the softness of my thighs, and I have no clue what I was expecting before his clothes were gone. But I must say that he is…large.

With a few slow, rocking moves of his hip, my wetness coats the entirety of his length, lubricating him and making it easier for him to move in between my thighs. Every rocking movement of his hips causes his tip to tease my clit, and the base of his erection is right at the crook of my ass. The sensation is out-worldly when he quickens his pace and starts to rock his hips into mine, setting a smooth rhythm and tempo that makes me shut my eyes in pleasure. The bed rocks and creaks with his thrusts, my hormones are raging like wildfire, and never did I imagine that having sex even without penetration would be so stimulating and sensual.

“Your thighs, oh, God!” Jungkook grunts in pleasure, cursing through gritted teeth and causing me to clench my thighs tighter around him.

No one has ever taken a moment to appreciate my thighs, structurally or functionally. I haven’t ever done it myself. In fact, I’m not even a fan of my thick thighs. But his words of adoration are making me feel powerful as do his erotic sounds that are also because of me. And the fact that he is exposed and being his most vulnerable self with me right now, without any reservations, is surely skyrocketing my confidence.

The repeated movement of his glistening tip against my clit accelerates my ascension to bliss at a much quicker rate. Jungkook roughly moves a hand to grab my breast, filling his hand up with my flesh and squeezing it harshly as he continues slamming into my thighs at a brutal pace.

“Oh, fuck, Hae-Yeon! Cum for me, baby. Let loose,” he continues his dirty talk, and the voice he used now is the one that is absolutely detrimental to my sanity. I don’t hold back my moans that keep flowing in response to his words and his movements. His deep male moans combined with his huffing and pounding cause me to totally lose control and snap as he continues to destroy my soul. My skin heats up and begins to prickle as I completely fall apart and crumble with the most intense orgasm, letting out loud and heavy moans.

My release makes my core extremely sensitive to his thrusts, and it isn’t entirely pleasurable. But the sensation doesn’t last long as in a few more seconds, I feel spurts of his warm release spilling onto my inner thighs. He keeps rocking his hips slowly until he releases to the very last drop and falls back on the pillow, panting heavily. His rigid body softens a little as his head slumps onto my shoulder blade, and our bodies curl together. We both then lay in total silence, trying to learn how to breathe normally once again.
 

*splashes Hobi water on y'all*
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Published on : 09/27/2023