Jungkook finally sat back, chest heaving, every line of ink across his body flexing with the rise and fall of his breath. His abs gleamed, cut so deep they looked carved from stone, each ridge twitching as he dragged the back of his hand across his chin to wipe your slick away.

His throat worked as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, jaw tight — and his eyes burned into you like fire, drinking in your wrecked, twitching body.