Her || Jungkook X Reader (translated from italian)

CHAPTER 15 - GAME OF GLANCES

POV YOU

- Why are you here Kookie? - I gently asked.

He almost looked like a fish out of water, at times immersed in his thoughts and at times smiling at me with such tenderness.

- The truth is that I am here to tell you that I am very happy that you went out with Yoongi hyung. -

I felt a spasm in my heart, short but damn painful, and I barely refrained from bringing my hand to my chest. Why was he telling me this?

- But... I didn't... - I tried to say confused but he cut me off.

- No, really, you don't have to hide or anything like that. -

- Kookie, I think there's a misunderstanding. Last night we met by chance, there is nothing between us. - I said coldly.

At that point, Jungkook got up from his chair and put his forearms on the desk, moving closer to my face, with his gaze focused on my neck. His eyes burned my skin and I saw how his stare continued to investigate the features of my face and then he slowly bit his lower lip.

He was getting me turned on and pissed off at the same time, very difficult to explain, but on one hand it gave me a huge annoyance that he came here to ask about my life with that arrogant air, as if he were my owner, but on the other side his perfect face was inches away from mine and... God... he had that look on his face, as if he'd wanted to eat me. His eyes landed in mine and my accelerated heartbeat unleashed a shiver inside me that crossed my back and then ended up in my lower abdomen. I clenched my legs together trying to chase away those lustful images of me and him that were now buzzing in my head.

He looked at me intensely, and like that time in the elevator, the air in the room became electric, I could literally feel the tension between us and all of that was happening simply because we were looking into each other's eyes. I decided not to give into his gaze, I didn't have the slightest idea of where this discussion was going, but if he had the impression that he could tower over me, he is about to find out how mistaken he is. I am a grown woman and above all a direct one, if he wants to communicate something to me it is better that he does it by looking me straight in the eyes. I held his gaze amused and finally took the word:

- Can I help you?-

- Ooh... you have no idea. - he answers by drawing a mischievous smile on his face.

God give me the strength to resist him because I don't think I can do it alone.

- So tell me what you need. - I replied with the same tantalizing attitude.
- I need... - he started talking, moving from in front of my desk to my right. I turned my chair towards him, pointing him with my eyes as he curved his back to reach my height.

- Yes? - I innocently ask.
I see him leaning on the arms of my chair and I immediately recognize his strong, irresistible scent. His face at a small distance from mine.
- I need you to get out of my head. - I felt his minty breath on my lips and once again the heat in my lower abdomen made me sigh. I get even closer to his face, just enough to brush his lips with mine and whisper:
- You need to get me out of there then. –

In a fraction of a second he crashed on my thirsty lips that were ready for a while to welcome him.

I got up from the chair but remained glued to his greedy lips as he lifted my body in order for me to sit on the desk while spreading my legs open as he positioned himself in between my thighs. I felt his tongue desperately searching for mine as he stroked both thighs with his hands, pushing himself against me.

He broke away from that hot make out session. He looked at me and arrogantly smiled, as if to say "I know how much you want me but I'm an asshole".