Maknae | j.jk

Chapter 50 [!!!]

[50th Chapter Special: Finally an actual smut... Haven't had one since chapter 23, so be happy, y'all ain't getting any other ones after this HAHA LOL. P.S I don't make graphic ones... On this account at least ;) HAPPY JIMIN DAY BTW]

I sat beside Jungkook in the chair, our space was tight and cramped but I didn't really care for it.

We were 40 minutes into the movie and I was 3 cups of orange juice into it. Jungkook may have taken only about 2 plates of pasta and a full glass of orange juice too. I'm a light ride, so I easily get sugar-infested. As well as Jungkook. Surprisingly. Normally whenever I'm hyper, I have SOME of the effects as of when I'm high. I get excited, giggly, relaxed most times, and.. Horny. Sugar has its ways with me, I love the taste yet all my fat goes to my ass and legs, rarely my boobs for their size.

Finding myself with my hand on Jungkook's crotch area surprised myself, telling myself mentally to stop it!... And keep away! But all I did was begin rubbing the centerpiece of his pants, making him look over at me in allure yet surprise.

"Camila?.." He whispered, the smell of fruit wisping in his breath past my nostrils.

"Jungkook, I can't help myself." I quietly muttered into his ear as I began adding more friction to my movements on his current bulge. He leaned his head back on the chair and closed his eyes, taking unsteady breaths.

"T-Take it slow, Cammh.." He swallowed a lump and tried his best to hold in any groans.

"Can we go somewhere?" I whispered, tickling his ear.

"Mhm.." He nodded with a hum and stood up, taking my hand down the hallway while Namjoon silently snored.

"Goodnight~" Hoseok whispered, forgetting we weren't even staying the night as Jimin didn't give less a shit.

I stumbled over my ankles, finding it hard to walk straight in such a dizzy state.

"Who's room is this?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Taehyung-ah's." Jungkook answered, shutting the door behind him then locking it.

"Why does he have so many plushies over there?.. Isn't he like 24 years old?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yup." Jungkook laughed, really boasting the rosy color of his cheeks along with the bridge of his nose.

"Do you really want to do this?" He asked me in the quiet room. All that was heard were the quiet crickets outside the window, muffled noises of other dorms and the TV from the small living room.

I stared at his face. It was the same baby boy face I first saw nearly 4 years ago. The era where we were practically innocent teenagers meeting adulthood. Not even knowing we'd have children together. We went through so much together, and I can't help but know; He's the one for me. But am I the one for him? Slowly, I nodded my head. A smile grew on my face as he gave me a confirmed smirk.

"I can't wait to see this dimples." A smug grin spread across his face.

I touched my face and forced a smile, feeling for any dimples on my face curiously.

"I don't have any dimples." I frowned.

"Not those." He backed me up, our toes touching as we did so.

Jungkook looked down at his finger entangling with the trim of my cropped tank top, rolling the ribbed knit fabric up slowly to reveal my smooth caramel toned skin. He quivered, feeling the excitement of being able to see me like this, sober this time and able to remember it.

Slowly, the top rolled up until he successfully pulled it over my bra, tugging at it slightly from the size then making it over my head. He tossed my shirt beside my bed and crouched, kissing my lower abdomen whilst unbuttoning my loose cargo pants, easily sliding them down my legs after unzipping them.