➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 014

Jeon Jungkook.

"Bang Chan!"
Is the first thing I hear when waking up,it could be equivalent to that of a siren,or at least it's one of the first thoughts as it echos through the apartment and into my room.

What was going on?

My limbs lazy as I stretch,my feet poking off the edge when my hands reach the headboard. A yawn leaves my mouth once I settle upright,the blankets surrounding me in that of waves.

Ruffling my hair, pushing the strands standing in the way of my eyesight along with the rest to the back of my head.

"Damn you, fucking imbeciles.
Fucking small weened, irresponsible, despicable, disgusting,low life shits-"
Is what I hear while pulling up some sweats,it sounding an awful lot like Arielle but I could've been mistaken.
After all,what could have her stressed as much, this early in the morning?

My movements might be a little hastened when pulling up the elastic band of my pants,for I don't even a matron would cooperate with as much foul language that was passing through Arielle's lips.

"Darling?"
The nickname falls as a question,as my gaze rakes upon her wetted form when she comes stomping through the hallway.

I don't think any woman has looked as good when wet,and to think she wasn't even naked as much. Her luscious wet curls that twist and turn around her shoulders, shoulders that were clad in what seemed to be a blueish robe. I don't think it was much coverage,rather,not with how it clung to her clockwise figure.

Fuck.

I could see melanin brown skin showcased through what she was clad in,her arms hauled above her head where she was clutching at her curls wetting her shoulders with little droplets of water. Thanks to that,it gave the perfect portraytion of her pebbled nipples,the darker shade where her robe clung to her lower regions,the form of her hips.

My lips feel dry and chapped when I let my tongue out to wet them,lust gathering in the pit of my stomach at a sight so fucking luscious.

Unfortunately,the lowering of her arms come to soon,where she crosses them over her breasts and therefore hiding her nipples looking tempting as they were.
Now lost out of the grip she tried holding her hair in,it flowed in different directions towards her shoulders,her eyelashes blinking up at the sound of me calling her.

So pretty...

"What you doing parading around naked now, darling?"
I utter the question, trying to keep the smirk of my face when I follow her gaze.

It trailing from where the elastic band settled low around my hips,up the happy trail I'm assuming to the shallow pathway situated between my abdominal muscles before it settles on that of my neck for a little longer than necessary.

So the feeling must've been mutual then,I'm assuming.

This time I don't even try to stop the smirk littering my face, leaning against that of the doorframe,where I knew my biceps would be doubling in size.
Justified by the widening of her eyes,the lick of her lips,and the cobbling of her fists,I take it that I was right.

And that she liked it.

"None of you're business."
Is what she finally utters, strutting past me and I inhale the sweet scent that follows after her.And if I notice the slight fastening in her step,I dismiss it with a smirk, because I knew.

She couldn't keep running for long,not when she grew as flustered as quick as she just did.

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The lights were dimmed low,I was busy covering a sleeping Chan with the nearest thing I could find,it being a bunch of pillows,before I was on my way to the kitchen.
After all,one more drink couldn't hurt,now could it?

My footsteps are light when entering,and I spot Arielle to be leaning against the counter.Clad in what seemed to be some loose silk shorts and a tank.

Also,did it any since help my raging libido,that she was stood in a position just right for fucking her against a kitchen counter?

"Darling?"
My words has her standing taut,it seems she's in a haste as she puts her phone down as well.Kind of has me wondering,just what was going on there?

"Jeon."
So formal,and I find myself frowning.
Weren't we past the stage of formalities,if she's been as close as to scold me about my underwear?

"So... Boundaries?"
I recall her wanting to talk about it earlier,and seeing that she's was trying to act as prim and proper as she did,maybe a shit talk about boundaries would loosen up the atmosphere?

"Boundaries?
What about them?"
Now watching her facial expression,it seemed she was conflicted.Which I found even more odd,for if she was so adamant on setting boundaries,why couldn't she let loose on me now?

"That you talked about earlier,when nonchalantly disrupting my game?
It seemed ,urgent..."
Well,she did disrupt my game watching without showcasing her any existence of a conscious until minutes later, while the topic had seemed urgent and important.

For what ever reason did it look like she would rather run to her room then,instead of taking on an unconventional situation like her usual stubborn self?

"Umm,yes well.
You didn't seem that much interested earlier-"
She seems to be struggling with the enjoined of coherent sentences,or in simpler terms rather,
She was stumbling and stuttering?

"I am now."
I push myself away from where I was leaning against the fridge,slowly making my way over to where she was stood against the kitchen island.
Watching me with that of a narrowed gaze.

"Why not start with listing them off then?"
I now stood a little more than two feet away from her,as to where I would only need to take two more steps,and I would be crowding her personal space.

"First,start gathering you're knowledge about personal space,Jeon."
Her breath seems laboured,and feigning ignorance about her request of knowledgeable personal space,I take a step closer, caging her between my arms at either side of her hips.

"Like...
this?"
I could clearly see the pretty mocha of her gaze, moonlight streaming in through the balcony's doors,how alight it set her facial features.

Starting at the little mole situated on the left of sleek arched brows, trailing down to a stubby button nose,wondrously with a line of different situated freckles lining it,the dark pink of her lips,her tongue flitting out for a total of probably 2 seconds. Leaving the alluring sheen it had to it.

"Jungkook."
Her voice is barely above a whisper,and I don't know if she's doing it on purpose nor do I think I care,not when her soft hands felt as good as it did on the planes of my chest,cobbled into fists, clutching the material of my sweatshirt.

"Darling?"
She was so close,I could smell how our breaths mingled together,my hand cradling the arch of her back now, pushing her closer.

It would be at a moment like this where I would like to have called her mommy,and be told I was a good boy.If  it just hadn't been for that damn fucktard Chan who switched on the kitchen lights.
Dumbly still clutching on to most of the pillows.

Goddamnit.

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𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒,𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇.
𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡,𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘.

[👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🪐].