That Night
Impatiently, you wait for Jungkook to return from his shower. Joining him, or even watching him would be too much for your pussy to handle. This 24 hours is going to be the death of me.
Your body starts to quake when the water stops and he reappears even sexier than when he left. (If that's possible)
You avert your eyes immediately, the brutal punishment of not being able to touch him feels like your body is starved of oxygen.
You glance over, Jungkook just stands there. He knows your suffering has already begun, with a colossal vengeance.
He stares you down, the look in his eyes has the desired effect as you slowly shrink into yourself.
"What's wrong babygirl? Hm?" No hint of irony in his voice.
"No. Nothing.." You attempt to sound impassive and chilled, but your voice deceives you. "Me? I'm fine. Why?"
He laughs to himself, sweeping his wet hair from his face. "Hmm, I wonder why it's so ... wet in here then?" He teased.
"Ha!" You mock him straight back. "Very funny!" You rise from the bed, and turn your back on Jungkook. Slowly starting to unzip the back of your dress. You let the dress fall to the floor, Jungkooks eyes brand your now exposed skin.
Slowly, you bend over infront of him, gently pulling your panties down. Once they get to your ankles, you twist round your head to face him before throwing your soaking wet thong his way.
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