a/n: please trust me when i say this isn't intended for minors. for the sake of my own sanity, skip ahead lol x

JUNGKOOK

Days on trial: 69

Grass is green. 

The sky is blue. 

Peonies are pink. 

Lemons yellow. Rubies red. Plums purple.

Annie's studded ears boasted emerald green jewels, sparkling in the low light of her living room as my teeth grazed ever so gently on them, while my tongue trailed sweet nothings over them.

Her eyes, now closed and tranquil, were bluer than any sky I'd sat beneath or sea I'd swum in. 

Puckered and pouty against my cheek, sweeter than sugar as I elicited moans from them, her lips were rosy pink.

Her grip that had wandered from my chest, to my neck, to my arms and back around again left a burning trail from her mustard yellow nails, which singed my skin as fire burned between the pair of us.

As her shirt slipped above her head, albeit encouraged greatly by my wandering hands, the strapless bra that sat snug around her chest was scarlet red, like a traffic sign, though it wasn't warning me to stop.

Down her neck I ventured, unable to help myself, sucking against her smooth skin. Remnants of her perfume intoxicated me even further, as I left besotted boysenberry bruises in my tongues wake.

"God damnit, Kook," Annie laughed, melting into my touch. 

"Can't help myself," I mumbled, cheeks flushed, but not caring too much. Annie was pure confirmation that I had a sweet tooth, and she was as sweet as they came. Sugar, honey, and syrup all had nothing on her. "Too fucking delicious."

She giggled, nails scratching against my scalp and I whimpered like a fucking puppy.

"Oh, you like that?" She teased, and even though I couldn't see it, I just knew how she'd be smiling. My heart fluttered.

"I like a lot of things, Annie," I returned to my full stature, hands grappled on her waist, pulling her body flush to mine. Her fingers crept up the hem of my shirt, and I knew what she was asking for, so I did the hard work for her; discarding my shirt by our feet next to her own abandoned clothes. Shuddering as her nails tickled down my back, it felt like she was getting me high. "You, for starters."

"Is that so?" She laughed. 

"So much," I mumbled into her lips. "So so much."

We stumbled backwards, her guiding me into her bedroom, and immediately I'm greeted with the scent of her perfume.

Our clothes were off, a tangled mess on her hard wood floor, her bed perfectly made just for the pair of us to ruin it. 

All that remained were my boxers, and her matching underwear set: red, lacey, and so unbearably sexy that it's impossible to hide the boner she's creating.

I was pretty positive in that moment that she could ruin me, mind, body and soul, and I'd thank her for it. I was sure of it.

Obsessed with my own certainties, I wanted to check on hers.

"You sure about this?" I cupped the sides of her face, and she looked up at me with wide, warm eyes. She nodded and pressed a slow, longing kiss into my lips.

Her hands reached to the strap on her back, and she released it without hesitation. My breath hitched in my throat, unsure if it was okay for me to look.

"I'm sure, you idiot."

"See, you call me an idiot and then you strip for me, Annie, it's very conflicting," I joked, pulling her as close to me as I possibly could, letting my tongue slip into her mouth, the desire to be inside her overwhelming my senses. This would have to do - not that I was complaining. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

Her sinful smirk returned as she bent down, pushing her panties to her ankles. "Does this help with your confliction?"

"Yeah," I whispered, gulping. "Yeah, that helps."

It didn't take long for my boxers to join her underwear, wandering hands learning each others bodies as if we were studying for a Harvard entrance exam. Her bed became our library, my lips acting as pens, taking notes of everything that made her moan, her body more fascinating than any book I'd ever read before.

I revised the previous lessons I'd learned, kissing my way down her body, spreading her legs to find my favourite subject.

"Fuck, Kook," she mewled as my fingers got to work, pushing into her, causing me to sigh almost as deeply as she did.

Water gathered in my mouth, pooling to the tip of my tongue. Tenderly, I pursed my lips as if to whistle, letting the spit trickle downwards, seeping over her clit. 

She gasped at the contact, my spit cooled by the winter air in her apartment, back arching at the new sensitivity. My fingers continued to pump into her as I watched my saliva glimmer, trailing down and round the shape of her. 

So intoxicated by the sight of it, my mouth was watering again. Instead of teasing this time, I spat sharply, hitting her pussy with my thin spittle. She whimpered and cursed as I moved my tongue to rub languid circles on her clit, spreading my spit and claiming her as my own.

My lips puckered, sucking wantonly at her as my tongue continued to swirl. Her hips moved in coordination with the bob of my head, making sure I was getting the pressure just right. Sliding my fingers out, I worked my body backwards slightly, watching her intently as I used the flats of my hands to push the backs of her thighs up ever so slightly. On full display, I groaned at the mess I had made, watching slick wetness seep from her entrance as she clenched, missing my fingers.

I sank back down and dived in, replacing my fingers with my tongue, moaning into her as I felt her tighten around me. It was a sensation unlike anything else, and as much as I wanted to feel her come undone on my tongue, drinking her up as she orgasmed, I couldn't let her - not yet, at least.

"You're so cruel," she simpered as I crawled back up to meet her lips, and she didn't hesitate to welcome me back. Moaning as she tasted herself on my tongue, I was lost in the way her body moved beneath me, her arms wrapping around my neck.

I could have stayed with her like that forever, kissing her gently, whispering sweet nothings into her ears till the end of time. To live in such a way would be to live content; safe and secure in the arms of the woman who I couldn't imagine my life without. 

I broke from her lips, peppering them with kisses because I couldn't quite bear to leave them, bringing one of her hands up with mine.

Affectionately kissing her knuckles over and over, from her pinkies to her thumbs, I trailed down her wrist and twisting to her palm. My teeth grazed her skin, biting down on the fleshy pad next to her thumb, pursing my lips against it.

"Mount of Venus," she mused, looking at me adoringly. I furrowed my brows, confused.

"Isn't that..." I trailed, casting my eyes down her body. God, she was gorgeous.  

"That's mound of Venus," she laughed, nose scrunching at my take on the female anatomy. "The Mount of Venus is that little bit on my hand that you just kissed, or at least it is according to palm readers."

"Oh? And what does your Mount of Venus tell you?" I teased, knowing that she checked her horoscopes far too much for someone who claimed to not believe in them. She bit down on her lip, her torso shuddering beneath my body, warm and homely.

"Apparently," she began slowly, trying to pretend as if she didn't know. "It rules your appreciation for beautiful things, like art and clothes..."

"And you?" I flicked my hand to check my own elevated area on my palm, taking note of it's plump shape at the base of my wrist, thin lines criss crossing over it.

"Well, not exactly," she was smiling still, cheeks blushed from the inconspicuous compliment I had just paid her. "Passion, romance, sensuality... they can all be determined by it. Here," she clasped her dainty fingers around mine, turning my palm to face her, squidging at it very slightly, musing. "Very firm."

"And?"

She could have told me that it meant that I was next in line to the throne, and I would have believed anything that tumbled from her lips in that moment. 

"These little lines are called a star," she traced them with the pad of her index finger, causing me to shiver slightly. Her smile grew, bottom lip trapped by her perfect teeth. Bringing my palm to her lips, she kissed it gently, clearly pleased. "Not many people have them."

"And that's a good thing?" I toyed, smitten with her utterly adorable nature. She pulled me into her lips tenderly, letting her tongue slip between them, massaging against my own. 

"Maybe. Finish the job you started, and then I'll let you know if palmistry is bullshit or not."

"You're making me nervous, Annie," I flirted. "What if I can't live up to it?"

"You're doing alright so far."

Teeth grazing her earlobe, just how I knew she liked, the room was filled with a wanting moan, nails digging into my biceps.

"Only 'alright', huh?"

I sank to her neck, revisiting former haunts, kissing the bruises I had made better - and then making some more. "Fuck."

"What was that?" I teased, not giving her a chance to respond before my tongue trailed down her chest, circling flat around her nipple before taking it in my mouth.  My hands grappled at the flesh of her full chest, rolling my thumb over the rosy nub exposed in the cold air. 

"You're -uh, fuck- doing fine," she flirted with me as my fingers dragged across her arousal. There were audible noises as I got acquainted with her body, sinking into her slowly, filling her knuckle by knuckle, listening intently to the hitching of her breath.

My thumb moved slowly, teasing her swollen clit, slick from her wetness. I feel her tense around my fingers, and the thought of being inside her is almost enough to make me cum in my boxers. "Fucking hell, Annie," I growled, teeth resting around her nipple.

She created space between us, pushing me onto my back, and then closed it again as she straddled me.

For a moment or so, I forget how to breathe.

Positioned perfectly to grind her slick folds against my throbbing cock, she wastes no time, sending me reeling. I'm twitching beneath her, and she can feel it, and I swear I'll rage scream if she makes me cum in 5-seconds-flat again.

"You good?" She checks, angel eyes focused on me, pads of her fingers on my cheek. 

How could I not be?!

"Perfect, pretty baby," I growled, transfixed on the way she's still moving her hips, unable to think of much else. Her cheeks dimpled, pleased with the way I'd addressed her, and I made a mental note to do it more often. "You good?"

She nodded eagerly, her smile lighting up the room, my heart swelling in it's presence. "Perfect."

She raised her hips, and all I could do was watch, so bewitched by her as she lowered herself onto me, moaning ever so tenderly. I pushed myself upwards, hands firmly on her hips. Her hitched breath renders me deaf to the world outside of her window. It was just me, and her; us. 

We took our time familiarising ourselves with this new sensation, starting slow, and building to a comfortable tempo. A fair bit thicker than my fingers, I can feel my cock stretching her out, wet and wanting as she gently lowers herself further and further, until she bottoms out. I swear, once again, that I might die. I might already be dead. How can this be not be heaven?!

It's as if I'm fire and she's ice, the way she melts into me, soothing the burn that comes from a fuck this passionate. Our skin is damp, and it's hard to tell what's mine and what's hers, but none of it really matters, not when we're connected as one like this. Her nails are digging into the nape of my neck as her lips get revenge on mine for the state of hers. I know what she's doing and I can't protest - not that I'd want to, not when it feels this fucking good. 

Leaning back on my elbows, I watch as her posture straightens, body moving for me like I'm getting a private show. She's covered in pink; the beautiful mess of her soaked pussy, rising and falling on my stiff cock, her small, sensual nipples that stand proudly on her teardrop tits, and the blossoming bruises on her chest that bloom up her neck. Perhaps the pinkest of all are her pretty puckered lips, resting ajar and letting her moans fill the room, her tongue just shy of licking them. Rosy cheeked, dewy eyed, she looks completely fucked out. 

And she's fucking beautiful. 

My hips roll upwards, and I know that I won't be able to last much longer, not when her eyes are focused in half-moons, begging me to fill her up. She's velvet around me, luxe elegance, taking me with more grace than I'd ever known possible.

Letting my back rest against her stack of pillows, half of which had tumbled onto the floor, one of my hands grips around her body and into the flesh of her ass, making sure she keeps at the pace she's going. Any faster, and that would be it for me. 

My second hand ghosts her chest, moving down her body to her stomach, where I rested it flat, just above her mound of Venus. I had to hold back a small laugh, thinking of the anatomy lesson she had given me earlier - though that though is blown out of the water when I'm able to faintly feel my cock pushing into her through the muscles of her lower abdomen. 

"Fucking hell," my head throws itself back, overcome with sensation. She moans something incoherent, and all I can do is agree. Yeah, sure, whatever you say babe, I respond in my head. Fuck I can't think straight.

The hand that she's been using to balance herself intertwines with the one I have splayed her stomach and she slows her pace ever so slightly. She's looking at me like the weight of the world is on her shoulders, and it panics me. I stall my cock, moving it ever so tepidly, in and out of her slowly, as I pull her down against my chest.

"What's wrong, pretty baby?" I whisper as she kisses my neck. It takes everything in me not to slam into her as her languid hips encourage the friction. Her lips find mine, and my senses are suffocated by everything that Annie is. 

"You used to ask me what blue felt like," she mumbled, not really leaving my lips as she spoke, not that I minded. I would have missed them too much, even if they were only gone for a second. Her hips begin to roll now, ass bouncing gently, and I just know my cock is leaking pre-cum into her.

"Mhmm," I mumbled, obsessed with the taste of her tongue, massaging mine against hers.

She stilled her hips, keeping my cock warm inside her. With one hand on either side of my face, she wants to make sure I'm paying attention - which is pretty fucking impossible when I can feel her throb around me.

"Blue feels like you."

The focus she wanted from me is granted, my body stopping in its tracks.

"If you say shit like that Annie, I'm gonna think you're seeing colours for me," I teased her, pressing kisses into her lips, knowing that I had to make a joke out of it to stop myself from coming undone inside of her right that second.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" she smiled, grinding against me again, encouraging my hips to buck up into her. With one last kiss, she sits back up and I swear I've never seen anything more angelic. She's glowing, the light of her floor lamp illuminating her as if she's got a fucking halo.

Lifting my hand, she sucks gently on my index finger, and then my middle finger, before taking them both in her mouth. It's wet, so fucking wet, her tongue soft and lips even more so. As she pulls them out, she mirrors the actions of my mouth, and spits down on them slowly like I had done to her clit earlier. A string of saliva connects my fingers to her mouth, and I groan at just how fucking sexy I find her.

I'd come into it with zero expectations, and yet she was surprising me every step of the way.

She kitten licks at them, cutting the connection, and guides my hands to her clit, letting me rub against it, spreading her spit like lube as she continues to ride me. I'm filling her completely, trying to hold back from finishing, out of the desire to see her finish first.

Cupping her boobs with her small hands, her eyes closed. Pleasure coated her entire being. I marveled at the overspill from her fingers, the soft flesh of her tits bouncing like absolute sin. She was edging me closer and closer, and I was so obsessed with the sensation that I could have stayed in that position for days.

I didn't even need to be fucking her, I just wanted to be as close to her as I could possibly get, my cock buried deep inside her, enveloped in her lov- no, lust, I corrected my train of thought.

"You feel a lot like red, too," she moaned, punctuating every word with a small gasp. My hips bucked, pacing into her harder, deeper. She lets me work her body how I want, no objection, her eyes desperately focused on mine, apart from when they close sporadically, intensified by deep thrusts. 

"Fucking hell, Annie," I cursed, desperately trying to chase a climax out of her body.

"And orange," she simpered, sinking down to take my lips in hers. I rolled our bodies over, hips slowly waving into her, an elbow resting on her side of her head and I got lost in her lips once more. Her legs wrap around me, drawing me closer. She knows exactly what she's doing, and I'm almost positive she's gonna do it again.

"Yellow?" I beat her to to it, my balls swollen and tight, desperate to fill her.

"And green," she moaned as one of my hands finds her throat, squeezing at it gently. Her smile is sinful, eyes on mine, challenging me. Pink cheeks and swollen lips from the sheer amount of kisses she's peppered me with, I've never been more enamoured. 

Her arms wrap around me, and I know she's about to say something that's gonna tip me over the edge. I can see it in her eyes, and I'm half tempted to kiss her again, just to make her shut up - but christ, I don't wanna stop looking at her.

"Annie," I growled as a warning, which only causes her to bite down on her lips and rotate her hips, encouraging my pace to increase. She's tensing around me deliberately and I don't know how to fucking act, all sense of reality slowly loosening from my grip.

She's trouble, and we both know it.

"Wanna know what you really feel like?" she simpered sinfully.

"Aish, fuck, Annie," I cursed, unable to stop myself, losing myself in her. My strokes are strong, pushing into her deeply, deeper than I ever thought possible, letting her take every single inch of me. It's like she was made for me. As I filled her to the hilt, my balls slapped against her wet skin, the sound of our bodies echoing in the sanctuary of her bedroom. I can't take it much longer, if at all. She's too fucking perfect to resist.

"You feel like liquid fucking gold."

That was it; the point of no return, my lips crashing into hers as my body bucked against her, ramming myself into Annie without any comprehension for what the fuck she had said, just that she had said it. 

"Let yourself go, babe," she rasped, gasping with each slap of my hips against hers. Cradling my face, her nails were uncharacteristically soft against my cheeks. "I've got you."

Her words etch themselves into my very being, and I know she's right. She's got me hook, line and sinker. Arching her back, our chests are together, hearts beating exhaustively against one another. I'm coming undone, and I can feel her hot walls tensing, desperately trying to milk me for all I've got. She wants me just as badly as I need her and the knowledge fucking ruins me.

I'm at the mercy of her body, giving myself up, and letting myself go, just like she told me to. Her name rolls off the tip of my tongue and my hips to the same but into her arousal, utterly obsessed with her.

"Fuck, Annie" I groaned as I stilled, the build of my release tipping over, my body collapsing onto her as my cock fills her. "I'm fuh-fuck-" I could feel the release shooting from me, covering the walls that held me tight, filling her completely. I'd never wanted to make anything mine more, and here I was, laying claim to her pussy like it was made for me. The release was dizzying, ropes and ropes of my hot cum emptying into her.

She was panting, utterly fucked out, but she wasn't done, and I wasn't about let her think that I took priority. This was about her and making sure she knew exactly how I felt. 

Raising to my knees, she pouted and whined, wanting me back on top of her. She looked fucking adorable; my paramour, my inamorata, my colour.

Still hard and twitching from the intensity of my orgasm, I pulled out slowly, enamoured with the sight of it. I was half convinced just the sight of my cock covered in the pair of us would make me climax all over again. She whimpered, brows furrowed but eyes closed, agonisingly aching due to my withdrawal from her arousal.

"So fuckin' pretty," I cooed, letting my fingers rest by her entrance as she tightened around the head of my cock, not wanting to lose the feeling of me inside of her. It's torture, and I don't want to leave her either, but I need to. I need to make her feel as good as she made me feel. Cupping her pussy as my hips finally pulled away fully, I could feel my cum leaking out of her and onto my fingers.

I sink them into her, pushing my release back into her, my eyes frantically trying to decide what I wanted to look at more; the mess I'd made between her legs or the mouth that was cursing at me through simpered moans.

"That okay?" I checked, cautious of not ruining her pretty little cunt too badly. She laughed and I felt her clamp around my fingers.

"It's ah- it's golden," she smiled, and I did the same.

"Don't you dare," I warned, secretly wanting to hear her tease me with colour a little bit more. As I stared at her sultry lips, watching that smirk before it falls into gasping o's, I can't help but notice that everything feels a little brighter, a little warmer. The saturation of the room had changed, reds and oranges coming to the forefront of my focus; and pink, oh god, pink. I'm reminded of her pussy and focus my attention back on it, until her body begins to falter, tesning, toes curling and back arching. My fingers bottom out, filling her.

"Koo," she moaned, and I coaxed her on, begging her to cum for me.

"I've got you," I whispered, mirroring the sweet nothings that had sent me over the edge. 

Her orgasm washes over her, like an electric current travelling from her softened brows, tightly closed eyes and splayed lashes, to the tips of her soft feet, tightly curled toes and perfectly painted nails. Her body shudders, and I can't believe I'm lucky enough to get to watch this, to feel this, to experience this.

She's panting, chest heaving, laughing beautifully. Completely and totally fucked out, she's never looked more heavenly. 

Wiping my fingers on the sheets, figuring they'll need a wash regardless, I collapse onto the bed beside her, pulling her sweaty body into mine. There's something about this, seeing her all hot and bothered that just gets me raring to go all over again. 

Her body nestled into mine, as if it was made to be there, and I can feel her heartbeat against my arm. Her lashes fluttered a few times against my chest, until they rested shut, content, safe.

"That little star I mentioned," she took my palm in hers, kissing the pad on she had fixated on earlier. "Means you're an incredibly good lover."

"Thank fuck for that," I laughed, although how her body had reacted to me could have already told me that. The way she spoke about things that interested her never failed to enamour me though, so I'd have let her read my palm for days if it meant watching her eyes light up with every new discovery.

There was one question that nagged at me slightly, still.

"Did you mean it?" I whispered, pressing a kiss into her coconut-scented hair. "That I feel like blue?"

She doesn't say anything for a moment, tracing my skin with her nails, until she tilts her head upwards to capture my lips in a tentative kiss. "I meant it."

"And gold?" I pushed my luck.

"All of them," she smiles shyly, as if I haven't just had her cumming on my fingers. Twiddling with the chain around my neck, I can tell she's contemplating whether or not she wants to divulge more. She seems scared, vulnerable.

Pulling her duvet up, I covered her, tucking it around her to give her one less vulnerability to worry about. Not that she needed to worry, not when she looked like that. Fucking angel.

She didn't look at me, just at my chain, tapping it slightly, before whispering it's colour. "Gold."

"I thought we already established that," I chuckled, kissing her forehead. Her eyes were similarly bewildered as they were when she had first noticed it, but they weren't scared now, though it did seem as if she was filled with trepidation.

Pulling away from me, I mourned the loss of her warmth as she sat on the edge of her bed. Her sloped shoulders moved with elegance as she reached over towards her dressing table, ass lifting ever so slightly. I had to hold back a groan. Not now.

She returned, something familiar rattling in her hand as I pulled her close to me again. I couldn't bear to be away from her. 

"Whats up?" I queried, concern growing. She wasn't acting like herself. Her eyes met mine, and I could tell she was worried. "I've got you," I echoed, emphasising the point with a squeeze of her body. She could tell me anything. She knew that.

It took me a second to realise what she was holding, and I wondered what she was storing in it. It was tiny, only big enough for maybe a pair of earrings or one of my pills, so the options were limited. Without a word, she passed it to me, letting me open it for myself.

The metal lid popped off with a crisp metallic grind, and I could feel her eyes on me, staring as it took a second for me to realise what I was looking at.

Picking up the small white pill, I checked it for the signature marking of a lowercase 'i' on its shell - and there it was, clear as day.

It took me longer than I would have liked to have admit to respond to her. It must have been hell, watching me process this information, the confusion sweeping over my face, before it softened.

She'd seen gold without the pill.

The one colour she had never seen before.

She'd seen colour without the pill.

She'd seen colour. 

"Annie?" I whispered, realising that I had nothing planned to say next.

"I'm sorry," she tried to pulled away from me, but I kept her secure. If anything, I drew her in tighter. Closer. Where she belonged. 

"Don't apologise," I spoke quietly, still unsure of what to do.

I wanted to scream from the top of her apartment block, letting everyone within a 5-mile radius know that I had made Annie see gold - but she seemed scared. So scared.

"Annie, please don't be sorry."

She didn't say anything, continuing to hug tighter onto me than she ever had done before, as if she was afraid to lose me.

But how could I possibly let her go?

"Saying sorry makes it seem like you don't want to see colour for me," I admitted sheepishly, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. She'd seen gold for me, that much was a given, but what about-

Her lips pressed a kiss against my wrist, where she'd tied a navy blue string a few weeks back when we'd been hanging out. "Navy."

"Annie..."

She looked up at me, and pressed her lips against mine. "Pink."

I didn't have the words to articulate a response to what she was telling me. My head was pounding, heart doing the exact same, and all I wanted to do was to alleviate her of the fear that she was exhibiting. 

"How many?" My voice was barely a whisper.

She paused and took a deep breath.

"All of them."

a/n: hehe :) 

I don't like establishing my OC's being on the pill, because I just see it as a given, but here's how I imagine them discussing it (way before they got together, like maybe three weeks into knowing each other lol.)

Annie's POV

"It sucks," he moaned, complaining about taking his pills every morning, only for me to roll my eyes.

"Oh, what a shame," my voice is laced with sarcasm that he doesn't quite understand.

"You don't get it," he stropped, folding his arms like a petulant teenager. "You don't know what it's like."

"You're such a man," I rustled around in my bag, pulling out a shiny pill packet, tossing at him across the table. He picked it up, tilting his head as he read it, sounding out the words.

"Nore-thin-drone... the fuck is that?"

"It's what I take every single morning, you big baby."

"You're ill?!"

"No," I laughed. "I'm a sexually active woman."

"Oh," his voice faltered, seemingly surprised by the revelation. And then he realised. "Oh. OH. Ew," he tossed it back over to me, as if he'd just been given a serious case of cooties. 

"Once a day for nearly a decade."

"Fine," he was still stropping. "You win."

Anyway, okay, bye, see you all in hell xxxx