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12 - WoozyFace and Morning After

He watches her confidently strutting into his room.

"Shin-a...?" His voice husky.

Jungkook's eyes stay trained on her figure as she twists at waist level to face him and reaches for the zipper on the side of her dress.

"Aren't you coming?" Her eyes brights firey.

Following her, he smirks. "No 'tap' will save you. Remember that".

A chill shakes her back spine as a thrill rushes to her center. But she won't subdue, not yet.

"Are you saying I will ask for a truce? That I won't be able to keep up?"

He lifts an eyebrow. He wouldn't expect anything less from her, but smiles teasingly.

"You will keep asking for more, Shin-seul".

Shin nips at her lip. Gosh, he's only talking and she's wet like never before. But she won't let him notice the intimidation, although seductive, he surges in her.

"We'll see. Now strip".

🥴 The air is tense and hot as they both uncover from one piece of clothing to the other in turns.

They take their time, savoring their bodies reveal into nakedness.

His shirt goes as her dress falls. His trousers as her bra. Shin's nipples poke through her black long hair. Jungkook moves closer to brush them behind her shoulder. The soft strings glide on her sensitive pebbles, making her shiver.

He emits a low sound at the sight of such sumptuous perfection. Said sound vibrates right on Shin's exposed breasts leaving them aching and lacking.

And he devours her figure a moment longer before submitting to her softness. Mouth and tongue dance, kissing and sucking, followed by his strong hand around one cup.

Shin looks attentively as his defined upper lip pouts perfectly around one nipple and then the other. The sight itself was enough to have her underwear soaked, but he has to go and make these deep sounds like he's having a taste of heaven.

When he feels satisfied, although leaving Shin in a haze, it's her turn to admire him. It's her turn to give him the devotion his body demands. Because Jungkook's body seems crafted into pure, exquisite sin and designed with scorching lust.

Shin approaches him cautiously, is she even worthy of such?

He grins.

"Don't laugh. I..." Shin blushes, suddenly timid.

"I'm not laughing. I'm smiling, because I'm happy. And if you knew what you're doing to me, Shin-a, you would know we are just the same".

Shin looks up into his coffee eyes and sees everything she needs to. He wants her, he loves her.

She rests her palms on his chest, his pecs tense beneath. She follows the dips and plains of his abs, resting her hands on his waist.

This waist is beyond this world!

She feels dizzy, a pleasurable dizzy, as she tiptoes to kiss him again on the lips, and then along his sculpted jawline. She fills her hands with his butt cheeks while Jungkook's hand moves to the edge of her underwear.

"This needs to go". He whispers, nibbling the skin in the crook of her neck, eliciting sweet cries from her.

Between caresses of lips, nipping of tongues and kisses of fingers exploring every textures of their skins, they relieve themselves from those last garments, and relish their most vulnerable and honest form.