➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 28

I'm busy with the last of my yogurt when I hear the three rough knocks to my door, pausing the spoon on it's way to my mouth.
Not bothering on changing,after all,it isn't anything Jungguk hasn't seen,so I only bother with slipping on some comfortable shoes over my sick cladded feet,before I move towards my front door.

With a little shiver due the cold,I open it with my one hand while the other sustains the yogurt jar in my other.

"Umm."
Jungkook stands in front of me,clad in normal attire that existed out of some Nike tracks and a hoodie to match with,looking awfully edible in a hot way.

"Darling,
Is that my shirt?"
He asks,and I can hear the smirk in his voice when his gaze trails of my attire,which I now knew existed out of Jungkook's sweatshirt that covered me mid thigh.

"I don't know,is it?"
I send a snarky remark back at him,we both knew it was his sweater indeed though,and his eyes trail it's movement as a gust of wind has one end slipping of my shoulder.

I'm flustered,is what I'm gathering when he crowds my space to close the door behind him.Instead of turning his back toward me when closing it,he instead leans back into the wood as his gaze strokes across the expanse of my body.

A body that he has touched.
Kissed.
Sucked and marked.
Manhandled,when I let him ofcourse.

"What are you doing."
I ask when I take a step back,further down my hallway.

"Admiring how small you look in clothes three times you're size.
It's awfully endearing,darling Arielle."
His reply comes as I'm making my way across the carpeted floor.

I wait for him by the end of the hallway,a spoon nestled in my mouth as I suck the last of the yogurt's essence of it.His comment strokes a little flame of annoyance inside me
my belly,but I don't bother much.

When spotting him removing his sneakers at last,I intend on heading into the lounge,quite sure he'd catch up,but he calls my name.

"So what,I don't get a kiss as greeting Ari?"
He asks from behind me,the feel his warm presence against my back,the warm breath of air, having me shiver slightly as it teased my nape down my neck.

I turn around and lift my head to hold his gaze.What lingered there was something of mischief and a glint of something other that I didn't want to read too much into.

Before I could think too much about it,I tug him down by the string's of his hoodie,until his nose brushes mine,and his intoxicating scent is beneath my nose again.
I take a soft sniff,and something in me settles, pressing my lips to his, teasingly opening them a fraction to pull his soft lower lip in between mine,and his soft sigh delights me in ways that are worrisome.

"There,that should be better."
A cheeky smile, gently tapping his cheek with four of my fingers, trailing the ends of his jaw as his hands envelop my hips, pulling me closer into his chest.

"Can I get another taste of that granadilla yogurt you're eating?"
He asks,and his so close, perhaps too close,even when one can never be too close I suppose,with his hands trailing small circles into the material of his shirt that I'm currently clothed in,my nipples taut when they brush against the cold sensation of his rumpled hoodie and the ruff material of the sweater.

"Jungkook."
I try to say sternly,but he shuts me up with another kiss,this time stealing a gasp from me that he gladly takes into the cavern of his mouth,along with my tongue that he seductively sucks on before trailing his teeth across it lightly.

I sag against him abit at the gesture,the tug of my hand in his hair harsh. I'm brought to the realisation of just what I'm doing when the empty tub of yoghurt presses between us.

"Mhmm,okay,you got you're greeting.
Satisfied?"
I giggled against him,before pushing his tall muscular form away from me,my steps light as I near my kitchenette, placing the empty tub on the counter.

I go to lean against it when I spot Jungkook stood against the frame of my kitchen entrance, looking awfully relaxed with his hood now removed from his head,hair cutely ruffled along with the pink tip of his nose, presumably because of the cold temperature outside.

"I gotta just say this again,you look mighty pretty in clothes that aren't yours,but are mine."
He chuckled lightly when moving towards me,and I push myself up against the kitchen counter to make room for him between my legs.

"I look good in anything,and we both know that."
I sigh as if exasperated,but I stifle the little smile that wants to slip when he comes to stand between my legs,where we were eye level now.

"True,but you still look cute as hell in my clothes.
Would make the perfect dress, actually."
I roll my eyes at this,he was making fun of my height once again,and how much muscled weight he had on me, making me exactly as he proclaimed.

Small and cute against the gym rat with incredibly tall height that was Jeon Jungkook.

"I see we're back to you're arrogance,hmm?"
I sigh,my hands gently combing through the back of his mullet,a little sigh escaping him when I scrape the skin of his head, sagging his head in my hold abit.

"That feels good,God."
He sighs when catching my gaze again,this time his face much nearer to mine.

"I thought we stated that I wasn't God,that I'm just me,huh?"
I pulled his head closer to mine,our noses almost brushing as our breathing mingled.

"I wouldn't mind worshipping and praying to you everyday.
As long as you keep on doing to me what you're doing to me."
Jungkook laughs, pecking my lips lightly,a little fuzzy feeling making itself home in my chest.

Fuck, again.

"And what are those things?"

"Crazy, inexplicable things.
Things that drive me wild,that makes me want to do things, considered very much inappropriate."

"Ahh.
I think I have an idea of what those things intel ..."

"You do?
If so,mind enlightening me?"
He smirks against my lips, pulling the flesh of my lower lip into his mouth,his kisses soft and sweet.

It's honestly something I could get used to.

As he pulls me closer to him,my legs clasp around him securely when his touches trail from the low of my back,to the nakedness of my thighs, circling his fingers into the skin and having a little gasp slip last me.

"But-"
He kisses the corner of my lips.

"I wanted to talk and maybe just cuddle tonight,if that's okay with you?"
He whispered against the tingling of my lips,his cheeks tinted pink as he waits for what should be my rejection.

And, I am supposed to reject his wanting to do something that seems awfully more intimate than just casual sex,but that's not what I do.

Oh fuck no.

I'm not thinking,as I loosen my legs around him,my heart clenching at the way his pupils dilate a little in fear before I lace his hand with mine,and lead him to the lounge.

If he wanted to just talk,and cuddle I could do that.

It wasn't as if this would cause any unnecessary kinks like feelings in our relationship.

Right?

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