The boy next door

Chapter 39

I shed a few tears over this pic of Jungkook, ngl..

WARNING: this chapter contains mature content so if you're not comfortable with any of that you need to skip it. I can't promise that the story line won't lack anything but I think it would be okay.

I let go of his shirt just to lift my arms and run my fingers through the small curls on the back of his head. I tugged on them as waves of pleasure washed over me initiated by his lips.

I was glad that it was night time and cold outside so no one was out and about to catch us two making out on the balcony or hear my my moans.

If it was possible he went even harder on my neck making me arch my back against his lower abdomen in search for more friction.

"I bet Jimin can't do this to you", he growled against my neck as he shortly drew a breath.

"You don't get it, do you?", I asked feeling my annoyance and resistance dispersing, "it's not about him."

"Then I don't see a problem", he said shrugging and looking up at me to see that I rolled my eyes in response. He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head. I knew he didn't like it when I rolled my eyes at him. But his denial and stubborness were just so trustfrating.

He didn't hesitate for a second and wrapped his right arm around my stomach and threw me over his shoulder.

I let out a surprised and shocked squeal kicking my feet in the air. "What are you doing?", I breathed holding tightly on to his back in case he might let me fall.

He opened the balcony door to my room with his free hand and tightened his grip around my waist. "Stop moving or I'll drop you", he said walking inside and closed the door behind him.

"You wouldn't", I said boldly enough.

Suddenly he loosened his grip and let me fall off his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before he quickly caught me again. I had to press my teeth together to not scream and wake my parents. Only a muffled squeak was heard through my sealed lips.

"Thought so", he said chuckling deeply.

He went up to the bed and gently placed me down. I bent my legs pulling them up so that they were set upright in a rectangular shape.

He crawled on the bed on his knees never breaking eye contact with me. I knew where this was leading but I didn't stop it.

Why? I don't know.

What I knew is that it was wrong since he was drunk and we haven't made up yet, but I didn't move. I let him walk all over me again.

He pushed my legs open with his hands and then came closer. He placed his hands next to my head on the bed and hovered over me, his lower body between my spread legs. He lowered himself as in a push-up position to keep our bodies from colliding.

He connected his lips to mine and our tongues met in my mouth. He kissed me hungrily clearly dominating me. The slight aftertaste of alcohol didn't even bother me anymore.

His lips detached from mine and he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses from my jaw to my collarbone. He pushed himself off of the mattress and observed me with hooded eyes as he opened the button of my jeans along with the zipper and hooked his fingers into the waistband to pull them down.