When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover tha...
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Y/N WAS A vision. The perfect picture of seduction with dark swathes of her perfect, wavy hair spread out over the pristine white pillows, her eyes hooded, the russet depths swirling with desire, and her beautiful, naked figure sprawled in front of me to feast my eyes upon.
Everything about her, from her slightly protruding collarbones, the soft swell of her breasts and the dip in her abdomen as her back arched off the mattress, was utter, blinding perfection.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Jungkook." Y/N's voice cracked from overuse as she repeated the words over and over again, her eyes scrunched close and her hands buried in her own hair, as if left with nothing else stable enough to latch onto that could stop her world from tilting off its axis. Her breathing felt erratic, her cheeks flushed from the heat and her thighs weak underneath me, and yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop.
Couldn't bring myself to stop licking her perfect pussy until she was nothing but a shaking, screaming, dripping mess.
And I didn't want to stop either. Not until I'd lapped up every drop of the sweet cum that she had to give me and extracted every single 'I love you' from her pink, fuckable mouth.
"You changed your mind yet, little flower?" Repeatedly flicking her already overstimulated clitoris with the pointed tip of my tongue, I reached upward to play with one her breasts as she whimpered, hiding her face with her palm before moaning out a small 'please'.
I'd been at this for a good thirty minutes now, driving her to the very edge and then pulling her back right as she was about to orgasm. And as much as I hated not giving her that pleasure, I couldn't bring myself to feel guilty about it either.
She was mine. Mine to play with. Mine to tease. And mine to torture. And I fucking loved every second of it.
"What?" I feigned nonchalance as I lifted my head to look up at her, a frustrated scream leaving her mouth as she teetered at the edge of an orgasm that seemed like it would never come. "I didn't quite hear you, baby."
Y/N trembled under me, her legs quivering from being hauled up over my shoulders for so long. Smirking, I stole a look at her flushed face before going down between her legs and placing another slow lick along her slick centre.
"Don't tell me you want to cum already?" I raised an eyebrow at her, using my thumb to lightly rub her clitoris now that my mouth was no longer sucking it. Y/N sucked in a sudden, sharp breath, shocked at the intensity of the pressure that was obviously stronger than the one she's been subjected to so far.
"Is that what it is, hmm?" I continued, my lips pulling into a mocking smile. "You don't want to tell me that you love me, but you want me to make you cum?"
Whimpering a little, Y/N shook her head as my thumb continued to draw circles over her swollen clit, dipping lower to play with the arousal that collected between her folds in the mere seconds that my mouth hadn't been there to suck it all up.
