The Apocalypse

Chapter 40

(A/n: sorry to dissapoint but im literally an adult with the mind of a child. I literally only discovered porn was a thing bcos of tht interview years ago where jimin exposed namjoon for watching it so clearly my virgin eyes can't write a full on smut, but i tried to get as close to it as I can. To: Innocent readers, start reading after you find the hobi water. To: the less innocent, use the hobi water to cleanse ur minds)

Your POV:

I'd just stepped under the shower when someone knocked on my bathroom door.

I had a rough idea on who it is but still I shut the water off and haphazardly pulled a towel around myself, just in time for the door to fly open.

Jungkook stepped into the bathroom, eyes landing on me, the same kind of eyes from back in the car.

"I need to shower," he said, voice much more silkier than it usually is, shutting and locking the bathroom door behind him.

Flirting with innocent Jungkook was one thing but this side is a whole other ordeal, both excitement and intimidation merged together in me.

He's already shirtless .... I've seen it before but damn it never gets old.

I push open the glass shower door, my bathroom isn't huge nor luxurious so when he stepped into my little glass cubicle nearly every bit of me touched every bit of him.

My arms wrapped around his neck a small trace of shock fluttered on his face, for a second the innocent side came back.

"So," I confidently began, the excitement bubbling over.

His hand brushed a few loose strands off my face tucking it behind my ear. The hybrid between a smirk and smile danced on his lips as his eyes travelled all over me, no trace of innocence in them anymore.

"So," he copied, his thumb now traced my jawline, he wasn't harsh nor demanding but rather exceedingly gentle.

He leaned down next to my ear, a warm breath hit my cheek but it sent shivers down me.

"Let's continue," is all he said before lips press against the area right beneath the corner of my jaw, his lips continue to skim all over my neck, leaving a trail of smal kisses.

"I swear you learnt your English from pornhub," my hands tangle themselves in his hair- holy shit it IS the fluffiest thing in existence.

He places another kiss, a longer one, on my cheek this time, while an arm wrapped around my waist. Another hand found where the ends of my towel met, that left a thin stripe of my side exposed. His fingers languidly traced over it before his entire hand slipped under to grip my hip.

He pulled his face away, resting his forehead against mine, eyebrows raised and fell once while he smirked and pulled my hips to his "I learn more than English,"

Holy f*cking hell. Well I guess thats one way to keep an english class engaged. Great job Namjoon.

He leaned down once more, this time the kiss is right next to my lips. I pull my head back slightly, the tips of our noses still touching, to look in his eyes, heavy-lidded and lustful.

I don't know if he'll understand but...

"Show me what you learnt," I whispered.

Instantly lips were pressed against mine, first softly, slowly moulding against mine.

Guess he understood.

My lids fluttered shut and I began to kiss back, melting into it, a hand of mine slid down his torso, appreciating every bit of skin it touched.