DADDY ISSUES || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 14 | Deep

"Hm?" I frown at her, acting annoyed and hiding my face in her pillow. "Wake up," she pecks my cheek, fluttering my heart that doesn't seem to want to be indifferent to her touches anymore.

I know I always have had sex with a girl I love, I know how affected I can be by this type of intimacy, so why the hell did I let myself go and had sex with her when we're just friends?

"Jungoo..." she showers the same spot on my cheek with kisses, causing a smile on my face that I cannot restrain. "Stop this," I turn my head to look at her, having her features extremely close to mine. She smiles and shakes her head. "Look what I got for you," she takes something that is on her left but already brings her finger to my mouth. I move my head up from the pillow but check what's on the tip of her finger.

"That's Nutella, I saw you were eating it like a hungry animal this morning," she giggles at me. I smile but move forth to trap her finger in my mouth and lick everything off. She grins at my action, but I pull away and make a popping sound playfully, licking my lips afterward.

"I want to eat dinner, but my dad said he won't be back before seven..." she rests her head on her hand, staring deep into my eyes but provoking a fizzy feeling inside my chest. "What will you eat for dinner?"

"Bolognese pasta, and this is my favorite meal, so I can't wait," she asks for food again, always being hungry but sounding cute. "Hm. I like that too."

"What will your mom cook today?" she asks me, not proposing me to stay here. "I don't know..." I put my head back on the pillow and cover my naked body with the blanket. "And I don't care..." I mumble and grab a pillow to hide my face with it.

"How can you not care? I think about food twenty-four hours a day," her adorable answer makes me smile against the fabric, and I pull the pillow down. "So you're one of those girls?"

"What girls?" she doesn't understand my question. "Those cute girls who eat what they want without caring about what others think."

"Oh, I guess I am," she smiles. I chuckle but cover my face again. "What time is it?" I ask to know how many hours or minutes I can still spend with her. "It's five past four p.m," she replies. "Only three hours left then..."

"It's not 'only', it's 'still' three long hours left before eating pasta..." she complains like a little girl. "Shh," I playfully hush her. "Hey. Let me express my frustration, please."

"No, keep quiet a little. Spare my ears, please," I look at her, removing the pillow from my head to hug it. "I'm in my house. I do what I want."

I smile at her but shake my head. She nods to respond and keeps on arguing, but since I want to have the last word, I move forth and cup the side of her neck to lock our lips. I kiss her and make sure she cannot speak at all, calming her down but enjoying this feeling. "My little brat is too noisy," I smile between the frictions but go back to it.

She forces backward with her head and breaks the kiss. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" she looks into my eyes but finally speaks more peacefully. I agree to it, exulting internally. "You'll eat the pasta my dad cooks, they're the best."

I grin but pull away. "I can't wait."

"I need to tell you something," she licks her lips, staring into my eyes and smiling. "Tell me," I drop my attention on her shiny, rosy lips, but she comes closer and approaches them from my ear, making me wonder what she could do or say.

"I love how you sound when you moan," she laughs in a quiet manner but moves back to gaze at me, getting me to feel bashful. I chuckle but avoid looking into her eyes.