The front door are shut with Jungkook's leg, his hands too busy fiddling with your dress as he tries to feel you up through the red material. Your mouths are occupied with kissing each other, tingling from the amazing sensation.
You're not quite sure how this all started.
One minute you were stressing over Hoseok on the way to Jungkook's home, whispering furiously to him so the driver couldn't hear you. The next your pretended boyfriend assured you Hoseok won't be a trouble anymore, shutting you with his mouth before you followed his slow but intense kisses.
"We're in a cab, Kook." you reminded him as soon as he pulled away, not too much though. Just enough to catch a breath before he went for another kiss.
"Relax, he's probably seen lot worse." he said, not giving you a chance to respond or protest. And you went with it, because your dignity wasn't as important as Jungkook's lips were.
The only time when you weren't kissing was when the driver pulled in front of Jungkook's apartment building, while he paid him and helped you to get out of the car. When he did, his hand stayed placed on your lower back as he ushered you inside. Those five minutes in front of the elevator were intense, you both wondering who's going to make the first move. But as soon as those elevator door opened and you stepped in, Jungkook clicked the button of his floor before you both threw yourselves at each other. Your back collided with the elevator wall and you gasped, giving him a perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue in.
And here you are now.
"Jungkook," you whisper, feeling his breath ghosting against your neck.
"Hm?" he hums, sucking your skin there, the tips of his fingers grazing over your exposed thigh.
"I want you." you mumble, nails tracing his exposed collarbones as you wish he'd just take off the goddamn shirt, so you could see his perfectly tanned and soft skin.
"I want you too." he admits, your heart clenching at those words. It's something how he says it, so effortlessly and honestly. He makes you wanted without even realizing it.
He dives back for a kiss, tongue swiping across your bottom lip just to bite down on it. Not too harsh, just enough to make you groan both in surprise and lust. You can taste the little of alcohol he had on his lips, and you're certain your own match to his. Surprisingly, you sobered a bit during the ride, whether it was a shock of Jungkook kissing you in a cab where driver just pretended he doesn't hear your lips smooching against each other, or simply of you getting some fresh air.
Although, you're choosing the first reason.
"I want you to fuck me." you say bluntly, staring at his doe and dark eyes which soaks into your own.
His Adam's apple bobs at your words, bottom lip clutched between his teeth before he lets it go. "I wanna fuck you too," he says, "But are you sure? We both drank a bit."
Your senses are little bit slowed down and if it weren't for Jungkook's mouth, your movements would be way lazier than they're now. But you're nowhere near drunk, knowing exactly what you want. And that is Jungkook fucking you.
"Do I look drunk?"
"No," he answers, but still making sure he keeps his eyes on you, checking your expression. "You're cutely affected by alcohol."
Giggling, you shake your head at him, seeing his mouth spreading to a wide grin. "What does that even mean?"
He takes a step closer to you, caging you between the wall and his body again. You can smell his cologne, wondering how can he smell so amazing after hours of being at the wedding and dancing. He clutches your jaw, surprised you by his rough movements as he turns your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. And you expect him to kiss you there, but he doesn't.
