Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
His voice silents
Jungkook's eyes expand
Jung hee's lips tremble
The blood from Namjoon's shoulder streamed like water, drenching his white shirt.
He fell to the...
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Jungkook enters his passcode and opens the door. The whole house was dark as usual, not a single light on yet he still pointed out you on the balcony, in your maroon silk robe and a glass of wine, sipping it from time to time.
He removed his shoes and walked towards you, peeling off his coat midway and the belt that had kept him strangled the whole day. Without any warning, he turned you around and started kissing you passionately, like his life depended on the edge of your tongue. He took the wine glass away from your hands.
You, too, kissed him as desperately as he did. Fingers entangling in his curls and tracing the edge of his ears. What hardened him was your butt-naked body under the thin silk material of the so-called robe. The robe was dying to be slipped off your honey-ed skin, he glimpsed at your clothes on the side, the red bra and panties precisely.
Oh, that would've been a pleasure to rip with his hands but what he has in his view was way more fun. The robe was buttoned just above your boobs, and your nipples perked at every caress he made and every time he rolled his shaft against yours. Yes, he was dry-humping you right there.
He actually can't wait till the bed as your fingers danced around the hem of his pants, slowly opening them. His tongue lick the side of your neck as you bite your lips. His hands caress and play with your covered breasts while he kisses you like a madman.
Your back arch when you feel his hands against your shaved and smooth skin of womanhood. He shoved his two fingers inside harshly, "Welcome home." You whispered as he smiled, kissing the end of your ears. "I missed this goddess of a clitoris of yours." He whispered and finally moved his fingers.
A moan instead of a hum finally escapes your throat. "Y'know what baby? I can finger you after this." He said before positioning at your hole and slipping in a little too hard. A cry left your mouth, "Ah, fuck you're so warm!" He bites his lower lip, almost bleeding. His cock twitched inside of you as he gasp for air, moving in a direction that if he was on the bed, he would've ripped the bedsheets off.
Jungkook himself, couldn't stop mewling, his chest swelling with intense pleasure whenever he felt you clench. Soon enough his thrusts got hard, he just wanted to cum at this point. "C'mon fucking moan, let the neighbors know how I make kids with you, yeah?" He whispered while wet sounds blessed his ears, "didn't even need a lubricant you were dripping precum, my love." You said and rolled your hips as he moaned and groaned, feeling the knot tighten in his stomach.
"Don't ruin the railings." You said, gripping on his neck.
Railings. The clear transparent glass railings of the balcony. Someone out there might even be seeing you have sex on the 28th floor. With your beats of a goddamn boyfriend whom you've been teasing for the last week. Leaving him stranded.
