****!!!!! this is your last warning: the rest of this book will contain scenes with VERY detailed, mildly kinky smut, so if you're uncomfortable with reading that, you might wanna stop reading ... unless you wanna skip, like, half the book for a possible drop of drama at the end ????😭
PS - put the playlist from that chapter earlier on, now ... trust me.
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It had all started in his car.
You two were already in such a rush, having left the wedding without a signal and practically throwing yourselves into Jungkook's car.
You hadn't even cared to notice what brand, or even color, it was. Your mind had clouded over with a thick layer of growing need— having had sobered you up before the alcohol could have taken its full effects.
Whilst driving, Jungkook had rested one of his hands on your upper thigh— squeezing and caressing the area— and it wasn't helping the throbbing down there. Luckily, his house was a mere five minutes away, and the stillness of the drive had absolutely skyrocketed the fervid sexual tension between the two of you.
Finally, you entered his building.
You scrambled in, him dragging you by the wrist. The elevator ride up to his penthouse was hellishly long, and you'd nearly run out of self-control before the doors opened and you stumbled into his house.
Finally, you launched yourself at him, crashing your lips against his, his own responding with just as much need. Your arms snake around his neck, and he pulls you closer by the waist as you jointly stagger to his bedroom.
His suit jacket was first to go, sliding off of his broad shoulders onto the ground. You break the kiss, your breathing shallow, and help him loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, tossing them off to reveal his toned chest. Inky drawings decorated parts of his upper body, and you noticed an especially big one on his right rib.
Fuck. He was so hot.
You stare up at Jungkook through your lids, and he's quick to pull you back into a heated kiss. He sucks on your lower lip slightly, tugging and biting before running his tongue across the area, making you moan right into his mouth.
The sound reverberates through his body, and the desire he feels only heightens. His arm slips around to the back of your dress, unzipping it and pulling it off of you. It pools at your ankles, and you step out of it, letting Jungkook admire your half-naked self.
He loved the way the curves and lines of your body matched the black lace of the tantalizing lingerie you wore so perfectly. Drinking you in, he could never get enough— the sight of you looking so delicate yet so provocative made him want to fuck the absolute shit out of you.
"You looked so fucking pretty in that dress," he whispers, pulling you back in, "But you look even better without it on."
"Hmm~" you hum, overwhelmed by yearning. You wanted him so bad, you needed to feel him as close to you as possible.
