Hell has witnessed more bliss than Heaven.
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Juggling two worlds can be a difficult task for a young girl who is experiencing newfound emotions on a daily basis.
when her two worlds collide - she has to deal with much more than just personal life i...
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"Do you always dress like that? I thought engineers wore coveralls ", I followed him into the silent apartment. He simply ignored and removed his coat. "What type of engineer are you?", he turned to me with a shut the fuck up expression. "Come here -", he called while removing his little scarf or whatever the fuck that was. I hesitate but slowly pace to where he stood. "What good are these doing?", he asked - taking my hand in his and removing the many bracelets I wore over my bandage. "Anything to hide the mess I've made-", I whisper, watching him wrap his scarf around the bandage. "Try something else to cover it up", he brought it up to his lips , gently pressing a kiss to the scarf.
"That's Gucci-", I trail as his eyes met mine. "So?", he raised a brow and I swallowed hard at how hypnotizing his eyes were. Hooded as if he were hunting prey.
The prey being me.
"Are you supposed to be my sugar daddy?", I furrow my brows and he chuckled at my stupidity. I swear he wore his smile like a fallen angel. This was the first time I had heard a blissful sound erupt from this man. He was always so uptight and surrounded by dark energy. "I'll be whatever you want baby-", his voice dropping an octave lower as his fingers traced my jawline.
"Are you nervous?", he whispered.
Ofcourse I was. I am. "Yes-", I gulp ,feeling his fingers unbuttoning my little coat. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you-", he pushed the coat off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Eyes lowering to my lace bra. "I don't despise lace but I don't like it either. Yet on you - it's oddly satisfying to gawk at", was he complimenting? I couldn't focus on anything apart from the way his hands were traveling down my spine.
"Are you a virgin?", he forehead brushed against mine and I inhale sharply- "no-", I whisper and he stilled. "Jungkook?", he sounded curious. "No", I pry open my eyes to find him staring. "It's not something I like opening up about-", he took the hint , giving a nod. "But - it's been almost 5 years-", I tried to explain that I wasn't experienced. "It's okay-", he said while getting down on his knee. "We're really going to do it here?", I look around the living room. "We hadn't even spoken -", I mumble as he unfastened the button on my shorts, dragging it down my thighs. He was literally taking his time.
"Speak? About what? ", he pressed a kiss on my thigh and I reach down, sinking my fingers into his hair . Wow - I knew it looked soft but damn - it was like fluffy clouds. "We didn't even eat-", I go on as he stood, towering me. "Eat? We aren't a couple", he tapped his index against my nose. "Don't get it twisted-", he furrowed his brows. "Fuck buddies?", I ask and he shook his head. "We're fucking with no title. We aren't friends Anastasia ", he cupped my face , leaning in to kiss me. "We will never be anything more than a simple deal -", with that he pressed his lips to mine. He tasted minty. His cologne strong enough to drown out the ocean. I keep my hands on his firm chest.
He backed me up until I bump into the couch, automatic sitting on my ass with a huff. I peek up through my lashes while he continued to skim his fingertips along my jaw. Was he admiring me? I push those thoughts away and wait for him to speak. The silence was awkward and I just wanted to get this over and done with.
