Alone

Together: Part 1

⚠︎ depiction of sexual content ⚠︎

Jungkook's POV

"Seriously?", I scoffed after I closed the door behind myself and took a few steps forward. Y/N was sitting on the couch, nibbling on her thumb, her book on her lap, and now looked over at me in confusion.
"You haven't moved since I left."
"Huh? You're already back?", she gasped, making me roll my eyes and nod eagerly.
"I was gone for over an hour.", I responded, causing her eyes to widen as she had to laugh at herself.
"Oh. Wow. It definitely didn't feel like an hour."
I chuckled and walked up to her for a peck.
"Good book, hm?"
Her gaze fell down to the pages, tongue gliding over her lips for a split second before she shrugged.
"Had I been at this point last night, I swear there would've been no chance for you to separate me from it to go out to the club."
"How fortunate for me, I guess.", I mumbled, went to the kitchen to store some of the food I got in the fridge and grabbed some cutlery for us before returning to her.
"You know we'll be heading out soon, right? You wanted to get ready while I was gone."
I kicked my shoes off and dropped next to her. Y/N temporarily closed her book, but kept her index finger between the pages and tilted her head towards me.
"Yeah, I thought about that and I still see no reason for us to go.", she pointed out.
It was far from the first time she had brought that up and it was starting to get to me a little.
"It's an open house at school.", I replied.
"We just graduated like five weeks ago. I'm glad to finally be out of that place and have no need to go back yet."
I eyed her cautiously to find out how serious she was about this. Her mood was vital for my plans.
"It's already settled. Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin and Tae are expecting us.", I reminded her, which made her release a defeated sigh.
"And peaches?"
She closed her book properly and put it on the coffee table.
"Will be there as well of course. By the way, why do you call her that? It's Jimin's nickname for her.", I chuckled while shaking my head.
"And I find the story behind it cute.", she shrugged with a smile on her lips.
I found it adorable, reached my hand out to her face and started lightly poking her cheek.
"Such a softie, aren't you?"
Y/N side-eyed me and then slapped my hand away.
"Stop that.", she snapped back with her baby voice, letting me know that she wasn't upset.
"Anyways, point being we are definitely going.", I clarified.
My girlfriend responded with an eye roll.
"Why out of all places our high school? Couldn't we just meet up for coffee or something?"
I also rolled my eyes and disregarded her annoyance.
"It is what it is. Now scooch over."
She winced her eyes for a second, but then did as told and moved forward a bit for me to sit behind her and pull her against my chest.
"What did you get?", she changed the subject as soon as she pulled the small box onto her lap.
"Waffles."
A smile brightened her face.
"I like waffles."
I nudged the side of her ear with my nose and affectionately squeezed her waist.
"You don't say."
Y/N lightly elbowed me in return, then asked for a fork and hummed when I stabbed up a piece to feed her with. I let go of the fork once she secured it between her teeth and picked up a piece for myself after showing her the box of blackberries I brought with me. Her face lit up even further at that, four berries disappearing in her mouth in the next moment. I grinned, happy that she liked my little surprise, put one arm around her to hold her close and pressed a kiss on her temple. The way she snuggled into my embrace made my heart flutter for a second. No matter how much time passed, these little things would always get to me. We ate and fooled around, her sloppily feeding me with the food combinations she came up with yet missing my mouth quite a few times due to her position, thus smearing vanilla sauce or syrup all over me, and me attacking her with kisses to mess her up just as much. We cleaned ourselves up with some napkins when we were done with the waffles and I quickly slipped another blackberry into my mouth.
"Aww. You just had the last one.", Y/N realized upon reaching into the the box and finding herself empty handed.
Immediately, I froze in my movements and looked at her with big eyes, feeling bad for not having asked if she wanted it first. I knew strawberries and blackberries were her favorites - whether she could admit that or not. She shrugged and put the empty boxes on the coffee table. As soon as she turned to face me again, I cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. I parted my lips, signaling her to do the same and pushed the berry over into her mouth. Then I gave her an apologetic peck and smiled.
"There you go."
Y/N quickly chewed and swallowed, completely turned her body towards me and climbed onto my lap as she raised her hands up to my face to kiss me again. I laughed against her lips when she pressed me further and further back until we were almost laying down.
"Let's stay here.", she exhaled before trailing wet pecks from the corner of my mouth down to my neck. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to give her more space, but remained focused.
"No way, kitten."
In response, she made a few hickeys that had me gulping. Still, I hummed denyingly, causing her to abruptly raise her head and pout.
"This usually works. Why are you so eager?"
I glanced at her and booped her nose.
"We made plans and I'm sticking to them."
"You made plans.", she corrected.
"Exactly. Now stop pouting.", I winked and also sat up as she did so.
Crossing her arms and clicking her tongue, my girlfriend professed: "I am not pouting."
"What's this then?", I wondered and ran my thumb over her pursed bottom lip.
She quickly pulled it back upon my action, pretending like nothing had happened. I kept my index finger under her chin and my thumb on top, then tilted my head, eyes fixed on her to see her reaction.
"And I thought you enjoy what I like to do about your pout."
Her gaze found back to mine and darkened as Y/N pushed her bottom lip forward again.
Knew it.
I smirked and ran my thumb over it like before, then leaned forward and fanned my lips over hers until I captured her bottom one to gently nibble and suck. She sighed at that, wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me. My hands descended to her lower back, tugged her closer and slipped under her shirt afterwards. Since she hadn't moved while I was gone, her outfit was still the same. An oversized shirt of mine and a fresh pair of panties. Nothing else. I mentally smiled at the way my fingers brushed over the soft cotton, that transitioned into lace along the edges of her underwear. Was this the black or baby pink one, I wondered.
Easy way to find out.
I glided my fingertips underneath the edges and slowly moved them down to her butt until I cupped her cheeks like a fresh peach.
Baby pink.
The black slip was more like a thong, whereas this one covered more of her skin. Not that it mattered. I gave her butt a tender squeeze and made her hum into my mouth, the butterflies in my stomach making me feel all fuzzy. I couldn't wait to hear more of those sounds from her; to make her release more of those sounds for me. We had transitioned into a passionate make-out in the meantime, now leading me to gradually lay her down on the couch until I was hovering over her. This time, I was the one to trail wet kisses down her neck, not making more hickeys just yet though. Her skin was still marked with the ones I made last night and I knew I would definitely get carried away later, so I should spare her for now. Otherwise, people might think that we abused each other rather than those being signs of our untamed love. However, I couldn't hold back from pushing the shirt up to her chest, thus exposing her breasts for me to admire for a few seconds after I drew back from her neck. My thumbs moved in small, circular motions over her ribs as I let my gaze wander over her body. The goosebumps overdrawing her skin, the curves and edges softly bulging towards me with every breath she took and the all too familiar shapes I encountered whilst kissing my way down to her intimacy. How she tilted herself up to my mouth to keep it attached to herself...
So perfect.
I closed my eyes to get lost in the affection I showered her in, only glanced upwards every now and then to make sure she was indulging in my touch to the fullest. How badly I wanted to dip between her thighs to leave her shaking for me. However, as soon as my lips fanned the lace edges of the waistband of her panties, I snapped out of my haze and made sure not to let this escalate. That didn't mean I stopped there though. No, I decided to tease her a little, give her a taste of what she craved. I slowly slipped my hands from her ribs down to her thighs, lightly scraping my nails over her skin in the process, which lured a soft hum out of her as she arched her back. My eyes rolled back at the sound, my longing for her increasing by the second.
No escalation. No getting carried away.
I pressed soft kisses onto the baby pink fabric, going lower millimeter by millimeter until I was met with her sensitive clit. Just exhaling against it had her squirming and mewling. Maybe I should have gone easier on her this morning. I halted, waiting for some sort of signal that would show me whether my actions were pleasant or rather torturous for her, one of her hands reaching down to roam through my hair doing just that. A smile formed on my lips when she curled her fingers. Even though I kind of had this thing going on of not allowing her to do that, I couldn't deny how much I secretly adored it. Maybe it wasn't that much of a secret anymore. After all, I asked her to do it almost every night due to how soothing and relaxing I found it. I pressed my mouth down for a feather peck, then another and another. Y/N released a faint moan for me and tilted her head to the side in response.
Did she even realize what those sounds did to me? How addictive and alluring they were?
Like music in my ears.
Paint strokes on a canvas.
Art.
She was pure art to me.
Complex and beautiful.
Captivating and profound.
Confusing and intriguing.
Comforting and provoking.
Soothing and inspiring.
"I love you.", I whispered without her hearing it, my hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.
Strategically fanning my lips over her core in different motions and with different amounts of pressure, I aimed for more sweet sounds of joy, satisfaction and pleasure from her until I would eventually hear my name escape her throat. It took two heavenly minutes. I wondered how wet she had gotten for me in the meantime, if just applying the smallest bit of pressure further down would leave her slip drenched at this point. That was definitely too much though. I couldn't take it that far. At least not now.
"Do me a favor and wear the light blue-ish dress.", I mumbled against her abdomen after ascending from her intimacy.
She was not keen to have me stop with my previous actions and whined in hopes that it would make me proceed. It didn't, but it was cute. Once she realized I was serious about my request, my girlfriend scrunched her face at me and dropped her head.
"Meh.", she pouted, then arched her back towards me to shift my attention back to her body. I chuckled and quickly kissed my way up to her chin.
"Pretty please, kitten."
Y/N squinted her eyes at me, crossed her arms and further pushed her bottom lip forward, clearly wordlessly signaling me to treat it the same way as before. I gave in to gently nibbling for a short moment and then repeated my request.
"Why?", she asked back.
"Because you look beautiful in it.", I answered, rubbed my nose against hers and tugged her shirt back in place before snuggling my head into the crook of her neck. She let out a scoff.
"So I look ugly in my other clothes?"
"Very funny. Don't twist my words like that.", I retorted playfully, knowing she was just joking around. One arm wrapped over my shoulders, the other laid over mine, her index finger mindlessly tracing my triceps.
"It's glaucous, not blue.", she corrected eventually.
"As long as we're both talking about the fluttery one that hugs and accentuates your body so perfectly, I don't care what specific color it is.", I hummed and bumped my scrunched nose up against her jaw, leaving her soft like butter underneath me.
"How fortunate that you don't work at a boutique or something. You would sell out pieces with compliments like those effortlessly.", Y/N giggled, making me shrug.
"The sincerity might be questionable then though, whereas now, I couldn't be more genuine."
She tapped my shoulders and slid out of my hold and off the couch.
"Alright, alright. You already had me at 'you look beautiful in it', so stop the flattery. I'll get changed."
I laid on my side, supported my head on my hand and checked her out on her way to our bedroom.
"Breathtaking, stunning, ravishing, angelic...", I hissed and bit my lip.
"Shut up.", she retorted, rolled her eyes when glancing at me over her shoulder and then disappeared behind the door.
I dropped onto my back and excitedly fiddled with my fingers.