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Chapter Seven 🔞

🔞 Mature content 🔞

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April 2015

Namjoon and Mika arrived at her hotel, the second the lift doors closed they were attached to one another. They were like moths to a flame; they couldn't keep away from one another now. As the doors opened they staggered out, lips still attached as they both giggled. Mika guided Namjoon to the direction of her hotel room as they continued to kiss.

Once outside Mika fumbled around inside her bag for the key card, her bag dropped to the floor as Namjoon pushed her against the door. Their kisses intensifying. She reluctantly pulled away from his lips so she could pick her bag up and hunt for her key card. Namjoon was standing behind her, his lips were kissing her neck causing her legs to feel weak, his hands playing with the hem of her skirt. She slid the key card into the machine and it turned red.

"Fuck sake." Mika groaned trying it again, "Don't fucking do this to me."

It turned green and the door latch clicked open. She turned to Namjoon and kissed him as she pushed the door open. He lifted her into his arms causing her to scream loudly and laugh, her legs wrapped around his waist he tripped into the room but managed to save them from falling. Mika couldn't contain her laughter at this. He took her straight into the bedroom of her suite and dropped her onto the bed. She laughed even more as she nearly bounced off the side of the bed.

"I am so sorry. This isn't quite going like I pictured it would in my head." He chuckled nervously

"Don't be sorry." She smiled at him

Mika got up onto her knees and pulled him towards her. Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him slowly. She pulled his jacket off as his hands played with her long hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers. They could feel the heat rise between them, their soft kisses turning desperate for more.

Mika pulled him down onto the bed on top of her as they began to take each other's clothes off. As Namjoon unzipped her skirt the zip got stuck, nerves rising he didn't know what to do so he tried to pull the entire skirt down but it was going anywhere. Mika began to giggle again, he loved hearing that sound, but he was beginning to feel flustered.

Neither of them was virgins, far from it but this night was turning into a fumbling mess. Mika stopped kissing him and tried to fix the zip, but it wasn't moving up or down now. The pair of them started laughing as he began trying to sort it too.

"Fuck it." She said yanking the material apart so it ripped open, and her skirt could finally come off her hips

"You are strong, remind me to never get on your bad side." He chuckled

Namjoons lips crashed back onto hers as she started taking his trousers off, feeling his bulge against her. It was turning her on so much. His breathing was becoming erratic as his trousers were thrown to the floor. They were now in their underwear, looking at one another.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked moving her hair behind her ear

"There is nothing I want more." She said smiled up to him as he smiled back at her, "I am nervous though. Only because it's with you and I never thought we would be lying here like this ever."

"I am nervous too for the same reasons." he admitted too, "We can take it slow though."

She nodded and pulled his body down onto hers as she kissed him slowly and softly. His hand moved around her back to unhook her bra, he pulled it off and threw it onto the floor. His lips moving down to her neck.