𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

You’re pinned beneath him before you even realize how it happened. Jungkook’s hands braced on either side of your head, his weight warm and solid as he hovers just above you. His eyes flick down to your lips, then back up again, dark with something restrained and dangerous.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs, low and you didn't move at all. He lowers himself slowly, deliberately, until your bodies finally meet. The friction alone pulls a soft sound from your throat, a sinful moan that can make him cum by just listening to it.

Jungkook exhales sharply, like he felt it just as hard. His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath uneven now. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

“You feel that too, don’t you?” His hips roll once in a teasing manner. Every movement calculated to make you feel exactly how close he is without crossing the line he’s clearly fighting himself to respect.

Your hands grip his shirt, knuckles white. “Jungkook—” That’s all it takes. He groans softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he presses into you again, this time harder.