"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her.
"Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out...
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Game Night....?
I gripped tighter onto his locks, his tongue working miracles on my skin. His tongue glided throughout my neck, erupting millions of butterflies in my tummy. My lips remained parted, moans escaping through them. He soon found my sensitive spot, nibbling and teasing my skin. He groaned out loud as he bit the part hard, marking his territory.
He placed soft kisses tracing my collar bones, shivers and tingles resonating through my nerves.
He pulled away for a moment to meet my eyes. Smirking, without any warning, he dipped down taking one of my boobs in his large hand while massaging the other with the other one. I moaned out loud, my hands finding themselves moving around his torso to his muscular hands. I felt them twitch and stiffen under my touch.
His tongue worked wonders, sucking and pulling my hardened nips with his teeth, alternating them with his tongue technology and hand magic.
"Ah~" I felt a puddle of heat pool up in my panties, all warm and wet, ready for some hot action. I felt Jungkook's hard erection press against my womanhood, giving me chills imagining his length.
Suddenly, he stopped and supported himself on his hands to look at me with lust filled eyes. His long trenches fell upon his eyebrows, partially covering his eyes, making him look even more appealing and extremely sexy.
The type, where all you would want was to be pressed against him and feel him, feel all of him.
His lips were swollen due to the long make out session we enjoyed a while ago. They looked even more delicious and plumpy right now, making me want to devour them again. Trailing my hands towards his sharp, hard built back, I pulled him closer and connected our lips back again, tugging and sucking, dominating and surrendering to each other.
Until, I felt a sharp pain in my forehead. My eyes, which remained closed, scrunched and forcefully opened, trying to comprehend the source of the hit. Squinting my eyes, I realised I was on the carpeted floor, my head dangerously close to the sharp end of the night stand. It was still dark, only the dim moonlight shone in through the curtains.
Supporting myself on my elbows, I sat up. I touched my forehead again, where it had stung before, and winced at the sharp pain.
Damn the hit must be pretty hard to pain so bad.
I peeped up at the wide bed, on which now Jungkook remained sprawled across, his hands on one side, while his legs dangling towards my side.
This bitch kicked me out of the bed. And yesterday, it was him complaining about me kicking in my sleep.
