Y/n: You’ll never own me.
Jungkook pressed his lips to her skin. Then his tongue darted out, licking along her pulse point. He sucked and nibbled on her throat, his fingers cupping her head, tilting it to the side. Her eyes fluttered shut. The sensations were foreign and mesmerizing. Jungkook’s mouth on her throat seemed to send shockwaves through her body, creating sensations she’d never experienced before. His warm body pressed into her, his scent flooding her nose.
Y/n was motionless, stunned, confused by her body’s reaction. How could my throat be such a sensitive spot of my body? How could it fill me with so much forbidden desire? She wonders. He pulled back but didn’t straighten immediately, his face still close to her throat as he exhaled. When he finally stood, his dark eyes sent a new ripple through her body. His fingertips brushed over her tender throat, and her lips parted in a small exhale. Their eyes locked and one corner of his mouth lifted.