"You were supposed to be a bath bomb!"
"Well turns out its your lucky day, sweetheart, cause you just got something ten times better: me."
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In which a bath bomb from Walmart turns out to be an over cocky, ridiculously hot, yet surpris...
Lulu, to your utter shock, revealed that she'd received her own reunion with a certain demigod of the underworld. To further increase your incredulity, she admitted they'd had their own few hot nights.
The confrontation with Kihyun had been just as you expected: awkward to say the least. In all honesty he'd been a little hurt and offended by your actions. You didn't blame him. In the end, though, after you apologized to him he'd forgiven you and the two of you had gone back to the solid friend-zone.
Since then the past year had slowly dragged by. It had become a routine. You never knew exactly when Jungkook would return. When he did, you didn't know how much time the two of you would have together. It could last between just a few weeks or several months.
But when you were together you cherished every single moment. You both had taken the phrases "seize the moment" and "live today like you have no tomorrow" to heart in your relationship.
Like now, as he ran his hands down your body, mouth moving against yours. In just matter of moments he took your breath away. His hands glided over you fervently.
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Your body arched against his as he molded you under his hands, running his palms down your torso, your hips. He pushed his body against yours, trapping you between the wall and him as he began dragging his mouth down to your neck.
You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers burying in his hair as his mouth instantly found the right places on your skin. The suction and soft stinging sensations warned you to wear a turtleneck to classes tomorrow.
"You want this sweetheart?" He murmured, his mouth to your collarbone now, but hovering just above the skin.
"I have to walk to college tomorrow," you warned. "My truck is still in the shop for the oil change."
"I heard there's a lovely mortal invention called a wheelchair," he smirked.
You glared at him. "I will strangle you. And I mean that in the least kinkiest way possible."
Jungkook tilted his head to the side and glanced up at you, amusement and desire clouding his eyes. "Note taken," he murmured. "But don't get mad if you have a slight limp."
You groaned in exasperation. Or at least tried to. The groan instantly transformed into a much more erotic noise as his lips locked back onto you.
His hands slid over your hips and took hold of your blouse's hem. In one swift movement the shirt was off and tossed carelessly to the side. You let your head fall back against the wall as he continued his kisses from the collarbone to the shoulder, and then even lower, following your bra strap down.
Your own hands found the buttons on the front of his shirt and easily began freeing each one. With one palm still pressed against you, his other helped hurry the unbuttoning process and soon his shirt joined yours on the ground.
