➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 005

Jeon Jungkook

Neck feeling stuff,as if it had been bent flexibly for a long amount of time is how I wake up, blinking up into that of a white ceiling.Twisting it so I won't groan aloud for the pain in my neck,I try to scan my surroundings.I find myself to be somewhere unfamiliar,the potplant stood near the window sill definitely not being mine.

One could say I was quick to pull at my wit's,an occuring anxiety attack speeding my way,that is,until the sound of soft snores pierce my ears. Looking down the length of my body,I find Arielle to be attached to my leg,cheek squished so that her mouth was sat into this adorable pout,as she slept against my thigh.
One outstretched arm skimming along my ribcage as I our fingers grazed each others.

Now I was even more confused.
Why the hell,was I not in my penthouse where I would've supposedly been,and had a sleeping beauty blessing the side of my thigh, by slumbering against it?

Was this some weird dream, perhaps?

But no,when I move to poke at her puckered lips,she lifts her hand sleepily to swat mine away, the fluttering of her eyes slow as she finally wakes up.

There's a print against her cheek where she had lain against the denim of my jean,a lingering pink etched to it,albeit a bit darker than that of her other flushed cheek.
When she seems to fully wake out of her slumber,her eyes stretch abit,as she leans back to get a better look at who is sitting before her.

And did the pinch to my gut hurt abit,when she immediately furrowed her eyebrows?
The sour expression her pretty face took as she let her gaze roam over my features, lingering on what I thought was probably my morning stubble,and a baffled smile makes it's way to my face.

"Jeon?"
God,her voice sounded of the sweetest nectar,velvetly soft in her morning daze. The usual tense tone not present,just the light suprisment of seeing me sat in front of her.She smoothed what seemed to be something of silk on her head,then proceeded to rotate her head in a circular form,where she most probably was trying to loosen the tension etched there.

"Yes?"
A little bit humiliation has the top of my ears flaming up undoubtedly,and I bashfully tug a hand up and through my hair when her puffy cheeks deflate even more,when I make it known that yes,I was actually seated in front her and that this was in no way just  the haze one usually experienced  after  waking up.

"I'm taking it I feel asleep here too then?"
Stumbling abit,she stands up and stretches,a little yawn leaving her when she settles her arms at her sides again.

"Wh-what do you mean by that?"
Mild is my confusion, Arielle seemed to have not been shocked at all by me in her home,and was staring at me with that of sleepy hooded eyes?

"That I had to drag you away from a club,and you drunkenly depending on me for where you would end up for the rest  night. Only,since I didn't know in which of the four apartments you own,you actually lived in and had to take you to my own place?
Therefore here you are.
Waking up on my couch?"

"A-oh."
That was, unexpected.
How did we even end up in the same club?
I thought Arielle being her own self,that she'd rather be hauled up in some library than be situated between drunk people grinding up on each other?

"Yeah,umm.
Any migraines,or feelings of nauseousness?
I don't want to clean any vomit stains of my carpet,if you'd mind."

There's a bitter tone to her voice,and I can't help the smirk lightly pulling at the corners of my mouth as she narrows her eyes at me,hands folded over her chest awaiting her answer.

"Just, slight headache?"
I opt to rather leave annoying the living hell out of Arielle for later,when she was in a better ,less foul mood.

"Gotcha."
She turns around abruptly,and my eyes can't help themselves as they follow the sway of her hips,her ass looking absolutely delicious as she made her way out of her lounge and to what I assume was her kitchen.

Afterwards, calling my whirling subconscious to a halt and finally standing up from my sitting position to follow her into wherever she was heading.

When I pass the room she's situated in,I find it to be a closet,and she was currently throwing clothes in every direction it seemed,a sport bra hitting me solid in the chest before dropping to my feet.
When she finally stops to straighten her bowing form,much to my dismay since her ass looked especially pleasing from the angle,she turns around and lets out a startled yelp.

"Jungkook!
What the fuck,you sneaking up behind me like that?"
She says,voice tuned to a higher pitch than normal,and a slight chuckle leaves me.

"Sorry, didn't quite think it through when i stopped by in the doorway-"

"And ogled my ass most probably?"
She sighs out when she passes me, thrusting what seemed to be some loose baggy shorts into my chest.

"Well,it does look peak,even if I say so myself."

She stops and turns around slowly.
"Just put on the shorts Jeon,I don't have the time for you're flirty antics,and well.
You looked rather uncomfortable in what you're,wearing right now."
Her eyes trail down to my dark washed jeans, currently hugging my thighs tight,and I can't help but smirk when her eyes linger longer than what was deemed necessary.

"Whose ogling who now?
Darling Arielle?"
I chuckle.

"Just get the damn shorts on Jeon."
She utters out,voice sounding abit labored as she exits by the doorway again,leaving me to tug on the shorts that surprisingly fit,even if it sat abit looser around my hips.

And now I was imagining her broad hips, positioning herself atop me as she used me as her toy, teaching me a lesson I so desperately wanted to learn-
A tent was now stood in my shorts.

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