he kissed around it first — lips dragging over the flushed skin, slow and purposeful, like he was getting off on teasing me. his tongue flicked once over my nipple, just a single, deliberate swipe, before he latched on with a rough suck that made my back arch.

i cried out — the sound tore from my throat, raw and needy.

he hummed low, mouth still locked around me, like my reaction was his favorite fucking sound. his other hand came up to squeeze my other tit, thumb brushing lazy, filthy circles over the hardened peak.

“already shaking?” he muttered against my skin, voice rough with pride. “i’ve barely even fucking started.”

my thighs clenched tight around his waist, grinding up against him, desperate. everything was too much — his tongue dragging slow, his palm switching from gentle fondling to sharp pinches that made my nipples throb, the heat of his breath soaking through my skin with every groan.

“jungkook…” i gasped, voice thin, wrecked. i didn’t know if it was a warning or a plea — maybe both.