We Are The Dreamers || Liskook

Quickie

Lisa has been ready for 20 minutes but Jungkook still fusses at himself in the mirror. She watches, endeared.

Finally, he turns to face her, fixing the collar on his shirt.

“How do I look?” He asks. She laughs and tries not to roll her eyes at the silly question.

Really, there are never words to describe how beautiful he is at any given moment, fussed at or not.

“Too good,” she replies, extending her hand so he’ll join where she lays on the bed.

He bounces on his feet and let’s out a regretful whine. “We have to go soon, everyone is waiting for us.”

Lisa leaves her hand extended. “Could you be convinced?”

“Everyone will know why we’re late,” he warns.

“So do you think you need a little convincing or a lot of convincing?”

He laughs. “What do you got?”

Lisa grins and quickly turns around pushing her ass up in air and lifts the hem of her dress, revealing her bare pussy and ass.

“How do I look?” she grins and rolls off to her back.

Eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted, he leaps to the bed, grasping at her waist.

Immediately he drags his thumb from her opening up to her clit, gauging her and strategizing his time.

He covers her with his mouth, sucking at her core. “We definitely don’t have time for this,” Lisa pants, gripping hair at the back of his head.

“Mmm…It looks too good,” looking up at her, then closing his eyes to dive in again.

He pulls himself away, giving her pussy a light smack of his hands, making her knees buckle. He pushes them wide open, pulling her dress up higher.

Lisa moans in anticipation and he loosens himself from his pants, pushing inside her with a hurried pace, the sound of the other members gathering near the front door, questioning where they both are. He scrambles to the bedside table, seeking any toy with a power switch.

He hands it to her to rub the vibrator on herself, already hearing knocking at the door. The cars are here.

He pushes his forehead to hers and kisses her, trying to consume more of her .

“Tell me when,” he instructs, shakily.

Lisa nods and replace her hand with his, the notion of him holding it, that much more enticing.

Sweat beads on his face as he presses into her hastily.

“I’m coming,” she whines as he quickens his pace, vibrator working on her clit. It’s that cue that sends him over the edge, moaning loudly, unconcerned with any audience. They all know.

They both catch their breath and he wipes himself on the sheets, standing to re-assess himself in the mirror. He’s slightly disheveled but looks flawless anyway.

He turns to her. “Ready?” he asks.