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AUTHOR'S NOTE: um i think i kinda popped off with this one LOL. i lowkey kinda like this tension and concept and i really want to make it into a story. I just don't know if i have enough imagination to make this like a full plot or not. But stayed tuned because this might be remixed somewhere along the way
Tags: Some choking, pet names, cheating, overstimulation, and kinda dubious w/consent. This is a relatively mild entry but still *spicy*
WC: 10,046.
-3rd Person Pov-
You and your friend Casey waited up in the bleachers, high in the stands of the basketball stadium of your school. The rest of your cheer squad waited with you, pulling their hair up, moisturizing their legs, powdering their hands as they waited for practice to start. Normally, the team would meet outside, a couple blocks away on the football field. But as the turf is being repainted, your coach reserved the courts for a practice slot after the basketball team's.
The smell of hot rubber and leather wafted through the air, and though it bothered a lot of your teammates, you were more less used to it. You're in the basketball court regularly, visiting your boyfriend Ben after practice. Today was extra special -- you got to see his practice in fruition. Though...the excitement of this situation seemed to be completely one sided.
Up there, you couldn't help but be proud of him. Out there in a plain white shirt and athletic shorts that matched the blue of your cheer jersey. You bought them for him from your bi-weekly trips to Fabletics. The original ones you bought were about two inches shorter, but he hated them and made you exchange them for this longer version. At least he's wearing it. He had his curly brown hair pulled back, as sweat glistened down his warm, caramel skin. His hazel eyes wandered around the court...never landing on you.
You tried not to get irritated. He was focused. In the zone. He can't just daze off at you sitting in the stands. Give you his attention for a millisecond. Or just a single wave to acknowledge your presence. When you got in the stadium, the boys were split into two squads -- teal and gray, and they were using their last half hour of practice to challenge each other to a scrimmage. Ben was leading the teals, while the gray was held by his teammate and co-captain, Jungkook. One of the senior year players.
Honestly, calling them co anything is a bit of a stretch. Because those two couldn't be further from compatible. Ben is ALWAYS complaining about him. Jungkook did this, Jungkook said that. He even shows up at your dorm room in tears sometimes because of how aggressive Jungkook's taunting can get. You can even see it on the court now -- the tension between them was so apparent that even their coaches seemed to be growing frustrated with them. The entire team for that matter.
Ben had the ball, and was dribbling down the court with it while the other teals spread out the lower end of the court, hoping he'd send the ball in their direction. He was about to pass it to a teal that stepped out into his vision when a taller, stronger player in gray positioned himself impossibly in front of him, arms out, ready to block any further movement. You could tell by the scowl on Ben's face that it was Jungkook. You could also tell by his black tank top and shorts, and the bright, thin chain hanging from his neck. His hair was pulled back in a bun, his chiseled face and jawline on full display along with his sleeve of tattoos that trail down to his hands.
Any move that Ben made, Jungkook was a step ahead of him, and kept him from making it. They were all but on top of each other -- leaving you to watch from the bleachers in slight distress. Using his shoulder, Ben blew past him and passed the ball to the open teal, and hurried around Jungkook to get open again. When he was, and the ball was passed back to him, he made a move for the hoop.
But again, Jungkook was right on him, not leaving enough room for Ben to even breathe as he ran. And just as Ben raised his arms to take a shot...Jungkook brought his hand down hastily. Only he didn't just hit the ball. Jungkook brought his hand down with so much force that he hit both the basketball and Ben's head down. Ben collapsed to the floor and the ball rolled far beyond the bound line.
The teals rushed to Ben's aid while Jungkook, with a grin, took several steps back with his hands up defensively. The grays either turned from the scene to laugh to themselves, or hid their smirks by resting their hands on their knees and hanging their heads low.
Jungkook: Heh. That's my fault, coach.
Ben jumped up from the crowd, pushed past the teals and grays alike to shove Jungkook with all his force. You perked up in your seat, worried that a fight would break out. Ben is strong. He lifts things for you all the time. He carries you on one arm. You spot him when he bench presses up to almost three hundred pounds. Yet with all of that strength, Jungkook didn't budge in the slightest when hit. If anything, it made his grin turn into a full smirk.
Coach: Alright! Enough! Ben, you get two shots. Line up.
The groups dispersed and lined up for the free throws, and the realignment gave you a full view of Jungkook. He had such a full head of hair that he had to have it pulled back. His eyes were perfectly brown and round, with eyebrows that arched symmetrically over the double hoods of his eyelids. Though he wasn't wearing any of his jewelry besides his chain, he had a bunch of piercings in both ears and one in his left eyebrow. And his lips were so pink, his lower one pouting out just slightly...
You were staring for entirely too long.
Casey: Damn he's hot.
You: Huh?
Casey: The guy with the tats. Damn, I should really learn the roaster.
You: *laughing* Why does it matter? You hardly talk to people off the squad.
Casey: Yeah but you know the basketball team is the only thing that funds this school.
You: *laughing* Valid. But word of advice...he's a jerk.
Casey: Is that why you keep staring at him?
You: ...I'm...not...I'm watching Ben, my boyfriend, play basketball.
Casey: Do you have a thing for co-captains?
You: *sighing* Shut up, Casey.
Casey: *laughing* You mad but you know I'm right.
She is wrong. There is absolutely no way that you could be attracted to Jungkook. You hate him. An enemy of Ben is an enemy of yours. And sure, maybe Jungkook has a pretty face but it doesn't make up for his ugly, sadistic personality. Just look at him now. All but fuming at the mouth after successfully slamming Ben to the ground. Universe, protect the person whoever ends up falling in love with him.
Ben stepped up to the free throw line, dribbling the ball and he prepared to take the shot. In the center of the left line up, Jungkook stood. Breathing heavily, lifting the hem of his muscle tank to wipe the sweat from his forehead, which resulted in the reveal of his toned abs. His...very tone, glistening abs. He licked his lips, and leaned forward again, resting his hands on his knees as his eyes wandered around the court. Scanning the benched half of the team, your fellow cheerleaders and eventually...you.
It was only for a split second that your eyes met, but it was enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You shifted in your seat, quickly putting your attention back on Ben. You could've sworn that you saw him smirk to himself. And that smirk got wider as Ben took his free throw...and missed. Ben glared at him but Jungkook just smiled. He took his second shot. Another miss. A humble applause came from the teals as a gray caught the rebound, and set the game back in motion.
Ben's first course of action was to play defense against Jungkook, but Jungkook swiftly crossed him and made himself open in the center of the court. A gray, surrounded by three teals, desperately threw the ball over their shoulders in Jungkook's direction. He caught the ball and made a break down the empty side of the court. Ben bolted in his direction too, so desperate to keep Jungkook from scoring that he wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist right as he was about to make a smooth lay up.
Ben's desperation brought both of them brutally to the ground, Ben landing on Jungkook's torso. And Jungkook's attempt at a shot...made it perfectly through the hoop. Nothing but net. Both groaned, and Jungkook threw Ben off his chest and onto the stained wood of the court.
The collision between Ben and the floor made a giant thud, and startled the cheerleaders in the bleachers (especially those who weren't paying attention), and their benched teammates alike. Both you and Casey stared with wide eyes and dropped jaws. Their coach ran from the sidelines and tried his best to push through the crowd of boys.
Jungkook: Fuck off me, bitch.
Jungkook's words angered Ben further, and he elbowed his co-captain in the gut -- again to little effect outside blind rage. Jungkook slammed Ben back down, making him collide with the floor again before standing up himself and stepping over him.
But this blow made Ben hit the ground awkwardly with another thud. He winced, taking a pained hold of his shoulder. Jungkook wiped away the sweat from his forehead the same way he did earlier, not even looking over his shoulder to check on Ben. Finally the coach reached him and squatted on the floor, trying to help Ben up and check for injuries beyond the obvious.
You jumped from your seat, rushing down the bleachers to get a closer look. Ben sniffled, his eyes squeezed shut and face scrunched up. Obviously trying his best not to break down in front of all his teammates. You couldn't hear what the coach was saying to him, but Ben nodded.
Coach: Alright. Practice is over, everyone to the showers. Now!
The entire team dispersed, leaving Ben and the coach on the end of the court. Jungkook shook his head as he walked away. And as he turned on his heel, heading towards the locker rooms, you caught his eye once again. His eyes trailed over every inch of your skin, making the world stand still around you until again, he flashed a sly smile, and continued onto the locker rooms.
Casey: Maybe co-captains have a thing for you.
You: *mumbling* Stop it, Case.
Casey: Did I lie?
With the team cleared, you ran down to Ben, who was finally sitting up right. He continued to massage his shoulder as you squatted down next to him, checking for any further injuries. Aside from a little bump of the back of his head, he seemed to be fine. You cupped his face in your hands, turning his head towards you to search his eyes.
You: Are you okay, babe?
Ben refused to look at you, his face flushed with red and exhaustion. He pulled out of your grasp and pushed you away. You lost balance, falling from your knees to your bottom. It didn't hurt, but it took you by surprise.
Ben: Stop acting like my fucking mom. I'm fine.
Without so much as a look back, Ben stood up and stormed off to the locker room. Casey rushed down from the bleachers too, coming to your aid, holding out her hands to give you balance as you stood up. She seemed more distressed than you as you stared aimlessly at Ben walking away.
You: It's okay, I'm okay.
Casey: The fuck is his problem?
You: He's had bad practice. We'll talk about when he calms down.
Casey: Will you?
You: It's okay! I promise. Come on, practice is going to start.
Casey nodded, though not completely convinced.
It seemed as though the basketball team wanted to return the favor of sitting in for a practice. Ben went straight back to his dorm without saying a word to you while some of the other players helped bring out the weighted mats and lay them out for the cheer squad. The rest, after showering and dressing in new, clean clothes, sat in the bleachers as your team went through their routines. Including Jungkook.
He wouldn't take his eyes off you the entire time. Like he was fixated. You tried to not let it screw you up, but it was all you could notice while on top of the pyramid...where he had the perfect view of you. And you of him and that stupid fucking smile.
At the end, the players filed out of the bleachers, while the grays from earlier approached the squad with their duffel bags. You couldn't see what they were handing out from them, as you kept your distance, focusing on getting your own gym back in order.Casey wandered off to talk to one, and came back to you squealing.
Casey: Oh my god, [Your Name], look!
You: What?
Casey: Flops and Shots!
You: Okay...?
Casey: The team is having a party! Beach themed, you know I love a beach theme.
You: Are you asking me to go with you?
Casey: *pouting* Please?
Over Casey's shoulder, you saw Jungkook making his rounds. He got a lot of attention from your teammates. And after making some small talk with them, he began to slip his way through the crowd, heading towards you. Your face fell and lips parted, eyes wide as his attention was undeniably on you.
Casey: Damn, does it really sound that bad?
You: No. Behind you-
Jungkook: Just the person I wanted to see.
You: ...
Jungkook: I wanted to give this to you personally.
He reached into his bag and handed you a flier. Two girls and a guy, all in their bathing suits and a Hawaiian shirt, holding red solo cups in the air. The title Flops and Shots was written under their picture in blue bubble letters. You looked back up at him, trying not to let the height difference get to you, and pressing your lips together.
You: You're aware I have a boyfriend, right?
Jungkook: Do you?
You: Ben.
Jungkook: Hmm. I don't think I know a "Ben."
You: ...
Jungkook: *chuckling* It's because you were on top of the pyramid. It's a tradition for a captain to invite you. And um...it seems the other one dipped out early.
You: I'll see if I'm free.
Jungkook: *smiling* Mhm. See you tonight.
He nodded at Casey before leaving you there, and meeting up with his other teammates. She was obviously struggling to keep her composure, and broke down into laughs as soon as Jungkook was out of their hearing.
Casey: Remember what I said about the co-captains?
You: *laughing* Enough.
Casey: Well are you going to come? The whole squad is!
You: I don't know if I should. I don't really want to talk to him again.
Casey: Okay, then don't. I'll have your back the whole night. It'll just be us and the girls. And if he approaches you, I'll tell him to fuck off.
You: Promise?
Casey: Promise.
After leaving the gym, you returned to your dorm. Showering and refreshing yourself. You left a couple texts and messages for Ben with no response. Your roommate had left for a different party at the sorority they were pledging, which gave you the full room to get ready. They left you a cup condom, and lent them one of your bottles of mase before parting ways.
You picked your outfit in a pinch, a simple, casual pink dress. It was form fitting, with thin spaghetti straps for sleeves and a back too low for a bra, but not overly revealing. You were halfway into it when there was a loud, pounding knock on the door. You checked the time, concluding it hadn't been Casey. She still had a few minutes before picking you up...and God knows she's never on time. Let alone early.
Putting down your blending sponge, you ran to the door, curiously pulling it open to find a less than chipper Ben behind it. Still, you smiled, and widened the door to gesture him inside, and quickly locked the door before your RA could see.
You: How did you get up here?
Ben: Gym stairs.
You: Oh.
Ben: You were blowing up my phone, so I figured I should make face before you have a stroke.
You: I just wanted to see if you were okay.
Ben: Of course I'm not fucking okay. Jungkook is literally always giving me shit and now he did it in front of you. I'm fucking humiliated.
You: Don't be. I understand.
Ben: No you don't.
You: Yes I do. I've spent all of middle school getting bullied-
Ben: *scoffing* Bullied? I'm not a fucking kid [Your Name].
You: Bullied? Harassed? It's the same thing.
Ben: No it's not. And this is neither. Jungkook is just a dick who is standing in the way of me going pro. So no, you have no fucking idea what I'm going through right now.
You: Okay...you're in a bad mood. I'm not going to push it. But I don't think any less of you after today. I'm always here for you, especially when things are bad.
For the first time that day, he met your eyes. Then his eyes trailed up and down, and his eyes squinted up. You couldn't tell if it was out of confusion or disgust, but either way it made you feel awkward. Like your parents were examining your outfit before deciding it was okay for you to go out that night.
Ben: Where the fuck are you going?
You: Out with Casey. There is a party and the squad was invited.
Ben: Flops and Shots?
You: Yeah. Are you gonna go?
Ben: Why the fuck would I go to a party that you know Jungkook is hosting?
You: I didn't know that he was the host and I'm not going for him, I'm going to support my teammates.
Ben: *scoffing* Yeah right.
You: I'm a freshman! I need facetime with them. To make friends.
Ben: Be fucking for real, [Your Name]. You're already on top of the fucking pyrimid.
You: I didn't get there by sitting in my dorm.
Ben: No, just acting like a....nevermind.
You: ...Just because you had a bad day doesn't mean you can take it out on me.
Ben: I'm sorry. I kinda wanted it to be an "us" night.
You: You can wait in here. My roommate isn't coming back, they have a rush event. I'll try to be back here before one.
Ben: Fine. I'll wait here. Do you have food?
You: In the fridge. It's leftovers from my dad. And there is dip in there too. Chips are in the drawer under my desk.
Ben: *nodding* Okay.
You: *kissing his cheek* I'll be back later.
Sure enough, Casey's much softer knock came down on the door. After waving to Ben, she took your hand and led you outside to the car, where several of your teammates waited for you. You weren't even buckled yet before they were handing you a flask and encouraging you to drink from it. The pregame started without you but that's okay. There will be plenty of fun at the party itself.
The address wasn't that far from campus, about a ten minute drive. It was a town house in a neighborhood that was oriented around students living off campus. And it was already jumping by the time the car arrived.
Everyone loved going to the parties hosted by the basketball team. Under Ben and Jungkook's leadership, the team made a conscious (and sometimes violent) effort to ensure the safety of the party goers. They had a saying: creeps get reaped, which is a polite way of threatening to haze anyone who goes against their rules.
Your group entered through the backyard, where there was a pool, perfect to go along with the beach theme. Hardly any bathing suits despite the flyers. Swimmers just stripped to their underwear and drunkenly jumped in. Casey and one of your fellow cheerleaders ran into the party together, and returned to the group with several cups of punch, affectionately referred to as "fun juice."
Casey: Ok, Rosettes! Cheers!
In unison, the group of you drank from your cups in one go, crushed them and dropped them to the ground. For the most part, the party was fun. You and your friends were tipsy enough to dance with each other, but not drunk enough to throw up on each other. Every now and then you would see Jungkook...and he would see you. But Casey kept her promise of playing buffer if it seemed like he was trying to approach you.
More drinking. More dancing. Several videos of you getting down every lyric of No Hands with a Que Dog you met when he was handing out leis by the punch bowl. Somewhere along the way Casey got thrown in the pool. You didn't see what happened, and frantically shoved your way through the crowd to find out. Suddenly the music stopped.
Jungkook was at the DJ booth, and grabbed the microphone as Casey's head popped back up. You were still trying to push to the front but Casey shook her head, and the others in your group held you back.
Jungkook: Fucks going on over there?
Casey: That little cunt pushed me!
She pointed at a boy who stood in front of you. Short, pale, with dirty blonde hair. You were judging him earlier in the night for wearing Tommy Hilfiger to a beach themed party. He's been hitting on everyone he's seen all night. Casey seemed to have not entertained him. Once pointed out, the crowd backed away, signaling him out.
Jungkook: He a creep?
Casey: *nodding*
Jungkook: ...Well y'all know the rules.
Several members of the gray team brushed past you to get to the pale boy, and together they lifted him up high, and threw him and his Tommy Hilfiger into the water. You rushed to the side and helped Casey out of the water, scanning for injuries. Luckily there weren't any.
You: Are you okay?
Casey: I'm okay. I promise.
You: We can leave early if you want.
Casey: No, I'm just gonna dry off. I'll be back.
You: I'll come with.
The grays didn't just stop with the pale boy in the pool. They jumped in themselves, taking turns dunking his head under long enough to freak him out, letting him up for a few seconds of air before putting his head back under. After each one had their fun, they piled out of the pool and kicked him out of the party. In the meantime, you brought Casey inside and one of the basketball players waited at the door with a towel and a change of clothes for her.
Casey: I'm okay from here. Go back and have fun.
You: Are you sure?
Casey: *nodding* Yeah. Go! Meet up with the girls and tell them not to worry. My knight in shining armor here can keep me company.
Her attention flipped from you to the teammate who held the clothes. At first he seemed a bit lost, then his eyes grew wide when Casey looked at him. Slightly flushed, he began to lead her to a quiet place to change. Relieved, you decided to go to the kitchen for a drink since you were already inside. Nothing alcoholic though. It's almost half past midnight...you're gonna need to sober up before going back to your dorm. Back to Ben.
The kitchen was crowded with people taking shots. There was a girl behind the island counter, pouring them round after round and encouraging the people around her to keep going. She made eye contact with you and wiggled a bottle of Ciroc in the air.
You: No, do you have a ginger ale back there? Or a sprite?
Girl: Um...is sierra mist okay?
You: ...
Girl: *laughing* I'm just kidding. Here you go.
She slid a green can of ginger ale across the counter, and as you were going to pick it up, a large, tattooed hand beat you to it. Jungkook appeared in front of you, smiling. His party outfit was very simple, a black, floral button up over plain white shorts. The shirt was unbuttoned down to his chest, just enough to cover his pectorals.
Jungkook: *smiling* Look who showed up.
He popped open the can and carefully placed it in your hands. You tried backing away, but you ran into the cool steel of the fridge behind you, which only made his smile grow wider. Jungkook reached up and grabbed a bottle of liquor and a solo cup from on top of the fridge, and poured it in a way that felt so taunting.
You refused to look at him. At least in the eyes. He practically towered over you. And the scent of his cologne carried on into your nose: fresh. Like sitting by the ocean on a summer afternoon, with hints of amber. Not too sweet, but somehow fitting for his overall aura. And those tattoos...they just went up his hands, his knuckles, all the way to his shoulder. If you could take off his shirt they would probably expand onto his chest...
Why are you thinking about his chest?
Jungkook: So, you realized you were free?
You: What?
Jungkook: Earlier.
You: Oh...yeah. It's kinda a team outing.
Jungkook: Hm. Did you bring the boyfriend you were talking about? What was his name again?
You: You know his name. You're the reason he didn't want to come.
Something inside of you wanted to get brave. You glared up at him but he didn't seem fazed by anything. More curious. Interested. Jungkook just looked down into your eyes as if he was trying to search them. And you looking away didn't stop him. He took the opportunity to glance at the rest of your body, slowly trailing his eyes down before coming back up to your eyes. Even if you refused to meet his.
Jungkook: Am I?
He casually took a sip from his cup as you stared aimlessly into your soda can. Him playing dumb aginated you in a way you never felt before. Maybe it was the alcohol that still lingered. But never in your life have you met someone as annoying as they are...attractive. It's okay to admit it. Pretty people are pretty people. It doesn't make you a bad girlfriend to know that.
You: You're such an asshole.
Jungkook: Ouch.
You: Listen, I get Ben can be Ben but he doesn't deserve this.
Jungkook: Still don't know who that is.
You: What do you even get out of this?! Picking on him? Taunting and fouling him on the court? Now you're flirting with his girlfriend?!
Jungkook: Heh! Flirting?
You: ...You've been doing it all day.
Jungkook: I mean, this is just how I am but if you want to consider it flirting then...
You: You know what...whatever. Back off Ben and show some respect for your co-captain.
Jungkook: *scoffing* Okay, [Your Name], I'm gonna stop you there. Respect? You...You think that manchild is worthy of respect? Be it the team's or mine? Nah, babygirl, respect is earned. And he hasn't earned it anymore than he has earned being co-captain. *mumbling* As a fucking sophmore.
You: That's it? That's why you hate him? Because he made co-capitan faster than you did?
Jungkook: I worked as a co-captain. I broke records, brought home championships, and last year when I was a junior, my old captain appointed me himself. Your precious boyfriend got there with mediocre stats and a whole lot of kiss ass. Sprinkle daddy's donations to the team and you have the perfect pinnacle of privilege.
You: I'm sorry about all of that, but what is tormenting him going to solve? Because right now you sound like a whiny brat.
Jungkook: You keep coming at me with all the questions. Why do I hate him...I think the real question is why don't you?
You: I don't have anything to do with this.
Jungkook: C'mon, [Your Name]. He's not here, let's be honest with each other. Ben drives you just as insane as he drives me.
You: That's not true.
Jungkook: Look me in the eyes, and tell me that Ben genuinely makes you happy.
You: ...
Jungkook: Because I know for fact you aren't.
You: You don't know anything about me.
Jungkook: Oh, baby. I think I know more about you than you want me to.
You: What? What does that mean?
Jungkook: *quietly* Ben regularly boasts about how keeping a clean mind and body is the key to keeping a clean game. And how much of a perfect girlfriend you are for sticking with his borderline psychotic celibacy pack.
You: He...told you about that?
Jungkook: He told everyone on the team, [Your Name]. Though, in the same breath he likes to brag about how good you are with your mouth. Followed up with the determination to never go down on you in return.
Your voice got caught in your throat. Jungkook took another swing of his drink and leaned against the fridge beside you. A part of you didn't want to believe him...but how could he be lying while knowing the full, exact truth. What the actual fuck was Ben's problem? What did he gain from putting your business out there? To his teammates. A group fifteen sum guys, two thirds of them you haven't even fucking had a conversation with. Yet they know the ins and outs of your sex life...or lack there of.
Shaking your head, you took a sip of your drink too, suddenly feeling the need for something stronger. You snatched Jungkook's away and took the rest down in one sip before crumbling the cup in your hand and throwing it to the ground. When that didn't make you feel better, you left the kitchen all together.
You weren't sure where you were going. Just trying to find somewhere quiet. Jungkook was following you...you just didn't realize it until you were going down an empty hall and still felt a presence behind you. He reached out for your wrist and turned you around. You faced him again, looking down at your feet to hide your quivering lip.
Jungkook: Hey. I didn't mean to upset you.
You: ...I just can't believe he would say that.
Jungkook: I'm sorry. But it's true. You can ask any of the guys here.
You: I just need to find somewhere quiet.
Jungkook: The bathroom around there probably has a packed line. I'll show you another one.
Still holding your wrist, he guided you out of the hall you entered and rounded the corner to the staircase. As he led you up, You caught a glimpse of Casey as she was headed back outside with the basketball player from earlier. She froze, looking at you, then at Jungkook, and back at you. Her eyebrows furrowed, and you shook your head in return, continuing to follow Jungkook upstairs.
He kept his promise and showed you to a bathroom that was in between two bedrooms. It was a single vanity, with a counter space on each side of the sink. When he turned on the lights, he put them to the second dim setting so the room wasn't so bright, but also not blindly dark.
You closed the door behind you two, and stood over the sink for a moment. Jungkook leaned against the right side of the sink, on the shower side of the bathroom so that he wasn't in the way of the door.
Jungkook: Can I get you anything?
You: A gun.
Jungkook: If it makes you feel any better, it's more embarrassing for him than it is for you.
You: In what world is he more embarrassed?
Jungkook: Well, a fully grown man just admitted that he can't get his girlfriend off. Personally, you wouldn't be able to waterboard that shit out of me, but hey, some people are open books.
You: Heh.
Jungkook: *smiling* Add that to the list of reasons why I hate him.
You: Please, could you just...leave him alone? If not for him then for me.
Jungkook: For you? Why would I do something for you?
You: You owe me. You never shut him up when he talks about me.
Jungkook: *eyebrow raise* What makes you think I don't?
You: Well do you?
Jungkook: I don't throw his clothes in the toilets for no reason.
You: *scoffing*...
He looked up at you as you shifted to face him, looking just past his face to avoid actually making eye contact with him. Jungkook started to stand up straight again, inching towards you. Noticing him getting closer, you backed away until your back was pressed against the door. He pressed his hands against the door too, one on above either shoulder, trapping you in place.
Jungkook: You were right before. Fucking with him won't change anything.
At first, he just traced your jawline with the back of his finger, but as he reached your chin, he lifted it up, forcing your eyes to finally meet his. And your greatest fear had been realized: He was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. From his round, tempting eyes to his pink, ready lips. To keep your eyes on him, he cupped your face with both hands, brushing a thumb against your lower lip as he stared at them longingly.
Jungkook: Heh. And you were right about me flirting.
You: What...What are you doing?
Jungkook: You know, the way I see things, [Your Name], it's you who owes me.
You: For what? The bare minimum?
Jungkook: I keep that little bitch humble for your sake. I think that's more than the bare minimum.
You: What do you want?
Jungkook: I want you to kiss me.
You: ...
Jungkook: Just once. And I'll call it even.
The reason you agreed? You didn't know, and you just froze after the words escaped your mouth. He smiled slightly, continuing to hold your face in his hands, leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes flew close as he closed the space between the two of you, pushing further against the door. Keeping his gentle hold on you, Jungkook began to slowly move his lips. Between the warmth of his hands and the softness of his hands, you all but melted away.
It felt so good that you forgot to feel guilty. Your actions didn't dawn on you until Jungkook paused, pressing his forehead with yours as he took a second to catch his breath. He smiled while caressing your cheek, and leaned forward to kiss you again. Flinching, you pressed a hand against his chest, stopping him from getting that close again.
You: You...You said one.
Jungkook: I also said for you to kiss me. I kissed you.
Slyly, he reached behind you and twisted the knob on the door, locking you both inside. You looked at him with wide eyes as he cupped your face again. You don't know what came over you, but you lifted your head and gently met his lips. He hummed, kissing you back aggressively, and for whatever reason you decided not to push him away again, only breaking when you were out of air.
You: You...You also have to leave Ben alone.
Jungkook: You're gonna have to do more than kiss me for that to happen.
You: *quietly* Like what?
Jungkook: For now...just stay still.
He leaned in just enough for your lips to graze against each other, testing you to see if you would move. You didn't, closing your eyes in anticipation, but you didn't need to see him to know the smirk he was probably wearing. Finally, your lips met again and both of you hummed. Jungkook's hands wandered down, following your body until taking hold of your waist. He paused for a breath again, then wrapped both arms around you. You stepped onto the tips of your toes, gripping his shoulder to help keep up, but that only ended up making it easier for him to deepen the kiss.
With his arms around you, Jungkook got carried away. Slightly lifting you off the ground and guiding you away from the door and pressing you against the counter. The closer your bodies squeezed together, the more you could feel his. The feeling of your lips, the sound of the small breaths you take in between kisses, the way your eagerness and shyness conflicted with each other as things got more heated, was enough to arouse him more than either of you anticipated.
In a sudden movement, Jungkook broke away, and knocked down all the contents of the counter onto the ground with one swing. And without a slight quiver in his biceps, he lifted you up by your waist and hoisted you onto the countertop. It was just big enough to hold you up, but your back was pressed against the mirror.
Being on the counter closed some of the height difference, making it easier for you to reach his lips though he was still a few inches taller. He pulled you back close, wrapping one arm around your body, and brought his other hand up to your neck, forming a strong, firm grip on your throat. It caught you by surprise...it's definitely not something Ben would do during make-outs. Jungkook took advantage of your shock to slip his tongue between your lips. All you could do is hold onto his shirt and let him have control. And he acted on that control, kissing you deeply, as if he wanted to devour you where you sat.
As he pulled away, he nibbled on your bottom lip and moved his hands back up to your face again. His eyes were dark with lust, taking a glance at your body before focusing back on you, your face flushed.
You: Is that...Is that all you wanted?
Jungkook: You know it isn't, baby.
His hands wandered again. Down your sides, tracing your hips and curves, smiling as he did. They trailed back up to your breast, rolling his thumbs over your nipples and watching them grow hard at his touch. He even gave them a squeeze, which made a small, unintentional noise escape your lips.
Jungkook: I wonder...
He leaned back in, kissing your cheek as he lingered his hands further down your body, gripping your thighs gently before parting them. He teased, fiddling with the hem of your dress, making you think he was going to lift it, only for him to squeeze your thighs instead, and grazing his lips against your ear. Between the smell of his cologne and the way he lowered his voice, your mind was in a frenzy.
Jungkook: ...can you even wear panties with a dress that tight?
Looking you in the eyes now, Jungkook finally slipped his hands under your dress, pulling your panties off. He was so gentle with it. Not harsh, quick and scratchy like Ben does during his version of a steamy make-out. You don't even know why he would take them off...you two never do anything afterwards. Anything that satisfies you anyway. But Jungkook just slipped them away, holding the soft pink lace with one finger.
Jungkook: Heh. I stand corrected.
You: ...
Jungkook: You buy these for Ben?
God no.
You: *shaking your head* They...matched the dress.
Jungkook: *laughing* How convenient for me.
He kissed you again, slipping your panties into his pockets before putting his hands back on your waist. It held you still enough for him to move from your lips to your neck. Now that made you squirm. The feeling of his lips on your neck made you feel like your entire body was on fire, your nerves tingling over each inch of skin he touched.
Jungkook: *quietly* Open your legs.
You: Jungkook-
Jungkook: Ah, you want me to leave your boyfriend alone? Right?
You: But I don't want to cheat.
Jungkook: You already are.
Humming, he put his lips to yours again, his hands gripping your lower thighs. Though he initiated it, you continued it, pulling on his shirt to keep him close to you. It was like your body and your mind were going against each other, and your body was winning. So much so that it was almost hurtful when he broke away again.
Jungkook: *quietly* Open your legs.
You couldn't figure out what he was going to do next, but you parted your legs wider anyways. He gave you a quick kiss on your lips before brushing your lower one with his thumb. Then, he was pressing down, forcing your mouth open as well. That lust into his eyes turned into satisfaction as you obeyed.
Jungkook: Wider.
Following his word, Jungkook pushed his thumb into your mouth, and slipped two more fingers, covered in tattoos, inside too. He slid them down your tongue testing the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, and he pushed them further, making you struggle to keep as quiet as you wanted to. He pulled his fingers out, and immediately slipped that hand back under your dress. He eased them between your folds, rolling his middle finger gently over your clit.
You leaned your head against the mirror, your breathy moans turning into whiny ones as he continued with that same, perfect pace and pressure. Your shyness was almost gone, keeping eye contact with him as your hips rolled impulsively, begging for more friction against his fingers.
Jungkook: *chuckling* Oh, you poor baby. So touch starved. Can't even handle my fingers.
You don't even remember the last time someone touched you like this. Ben tried once on one of his generous days. It didn't feel like anything, so you diverted by touching him. But Jungkook touches you like he's known you for years. Like he's had time to study and learn your body and what makes it tick. And he was a fast learner.
You: Jungkook...
Jungkook: Don't tell me you're close already. I've barely touched you.
You: *whining* ngh...
Jungkook: If you like this just wait til I'm inside you.
Right as the pressure on your stomach was about to release, Jungkook locked your lips back together, forcing you to moan into his mouth as you spilled all over his fingers. You shivered against him, placing a shaking hand on his chest as he kissed from your lips to your neck once more. He kept his fingers going as your moans and curses echoed through the room.
Jungkook: Heh, you're so adorable.
Smiling, he continued to leave wet, butterfly kisses on your neck, then lingered his way down to your collarbone and eventually to your cleavage. His hands worked their way up your body again too, gently squeezing your breast before sliding the spaghetti strap of your dress down your shoulder. You shuttered with the cool air hitting your skin.
Jungkook stared at your exposed body, his mind racing with adoration for you. Both hands cupped your breasts, warming you before he leaned in to wrap his lips around your nipple. It was a part of your body you didn't realize was so sensitive until his tongue started to whirl around. He paid equal attention to them, kissing on as his fingers fondled and rolled around the other.
You hummed -- all this pleasure made you forget to feel guilty again. It was wrong but so what? It's a one time thing. You have needs too. And Ben doesn't ever ever have to know.
Eventually Jungkook wanted more from you. He kissed your nipple one last time before coming down to his knees. You sat up, confused until you felt him push your knees apart again. He hooked his around your lower thighs, fitting his head between them while resting your legs over his shoulders.
His tongue slipped between your folds, and with it he drew circles as his eyes remained glued to you. Eyes widened and lips trembling apart, you sharply inhaled as all your sweetness melted in his mouth. Jungkook dug his fingers to keep your thighs from closing, and continued to flick round and round.
Through moans, you called for him, and Jungkook responded by sucking down on your core. Your eyebrows were furrowed while your hands ran through and tugged on his long, jet black hair, your whimpers echoing through the room.
Self consciously, you squeezed your eyes shut. From the way you shifted your hips and staggered your breath, Jungkook could tell you were close. As much as he wanted to make you wait...you just tasted so sweet in his mouth. Accompanied by your pretty, pretty whimpers, music to his ears, he couldn't help himself. Jungkook pressed his tongue down, rolling at as fast as he could manage.
Gripping his hair, you came again. Your legs trembled and your head rolled back as you let out a long, drawn moan. Jungkook didn't let up, continuing to flick his tongue around, ignoring how overstimulated you were in hopes that he could earn another orgasm from you in one go.
You called for him over and over again, but he kept going. A pit grew in your stomach again as the rest of your body continued to tremble. Jungkook's fingers sunk deeper into your thighs, not letting you squeeze him out. He was determined. It felt just as good for him as it did for you. Back and forth he went until you were cumming again. Jungkook had to exert all his strength to keep your legs from closing on his face while your body spazzed uncontrollably.
Finally, he came back up, licking his lips. He trailed a finger between your folds, smiling at how wet you were after finishing for a third time. He brought that same finger to his mouth, licking it clean, humming to himself.
Jungkook: God, your pussy is so sweet.
You took his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours. He smiled into it, taking your waist and pulling you up on the counter closer to him. You broke for a second to catch your breath, pressing your forehead against his.
You: You're really good at that.
Jungkook: Heh. I'm good at other things too.
As his belt jingled, your world fell still. You were doing this. You were going to have sex with Jungkook. And the guilt dawned on you as Jungkook dropped his pants and boxers. Your eyes grew wide at the sight...he wasn't even fully erect yet, but your stomach turned to knots just thinking about how it will feel when it is.
Ben couldn't even compare...and that's just being nice. Jungkook tilted your chin up and stole another kiss. With his other hand, he took your wrist and brought it down to his length, guiding your hand to stroke it until it was hard and firm in your palm. He groaned against your lips, biting them before pulling away.
You: Do you think...this is too far?
Jungkook: I don't think it's far enough.
You: Ben is gonna-
Jungkook: What Ben doesn't know won't hurt him.
You: ...Do you promise?
Jungkook: *chuckling* You can trust me, baby. We can keep this little secret...
At first, Jungkook lifted your dress slightly higher, and let his tip graze against your wet clit, which made you shiver. Never have you been so desperate for something in your life. You just wanted him to put it in. You wanted to know what it was like to have it inside you. Have him inside you. But Jungkook just relished in your reaction to his teasing.
Jungkook: ...between us.
Finally, he lined himself up with your hole and pushed into you. You unwittingly held your breath as he made his way inside. All the way inside. The back of your head pressed against the mirror as Jungkook looked down at you with eyes full of amusement, and gripped your waist with his hands.
Jungkook: *quietly* Breathe. Breathe.
When you exhaled it came out as a moan. A whiny, pitiful one that made Jungkook smile. It was such a strange feeling. Not bad or painful...but strange. New. That plus the tight hold he had on your waist, reminding you how strong his hands can be...it felt like you were elevating to another planet. You pressed a hand to his lower stomach, feeling his firm abs beneath his shirt.
Jungkook: Look at you. Taking it all so well.
He began to roll his hips, slowly pulling out before ramming himself back in. It was powerful enough to rattle the counter. A moan slipped out again, right as Jungkook thrusted again. His pace started steady and slow, then gradually increased in rhythm. He hummed as he did so, holding your waist tighter and watching your chest bounce with each time your bodies collided.
Jungkook: *grunting* God, you're so fucking wet, baby.
Your words got lost in your moans, shivering as he continued snapping his hips back and forth, and eventually, his lips found their way back to yours. You struggled to return the favor, and he peeled away, wandering your body as he did before. Your neck. Your collarbone. Your breasts, trying to give both their rightful attention. All while snapping his hips into you in a consistent pattern, your skin slapping together, the banging of the counter echoing through the walls.
He held onto your waist even tighter, moaning under his heavy breaths while his head rolled back. You could see it on his face, all the restraint it took for him to keep his pace steady. When he felt himself nearing his end, he paused for a moment, pulling out and kissing you until he was calm enough to continue. And just like that, he pulled away again, hands back at your waist, beginning his former rhythm.
Only this time, Jungkook tried at a different angle, hitting a spot that neither of you knew was sensitive until then. Your body shivered in a jolt of pleasure, and amused by your reaction, Jungkook pressed his full length against that one point. Whining, you took a hold of his wrist, sinking your nails into his soft skin. He chuckled, speaking to you in a low voice.
You: Fuuck...Ah!
Jungkook: Is that where you like it, babygirl?
You: *nodding* Mhm hm.
Jungkook: Use your words.
You: T-That's-
As you were about to speak, Jungkook thrusted his hips again. Your words got caught between your moans and your shuddering body. He chuckled to himself again, repeating his movements as he broke from the hold you had on his wrist, wrapping his hands around your throat again.
Jungkook: Answer me or I'll stop.
You: *stumbling* No...Jungkook p-please don't stop.
Jungkook: Answer me. Is that where you like it?
You: *whining* Y-Yes, that's...w-where I like it.
Jungkook: I couldn't hear you, babygirl.
You: *whining* Y-Yes! Yes! T-That's...where I like it!
There was a gleam in his eyes watching you struggle, but Jungkook didn't want to let you run out of air, so he released you from the grip he had on your throat, and took hold of your waist again, keeping you still. His thrusts progressed harder though, seeking even more of a reaction.
You: *whimpering* G-God...
With heavy breaths, you felt your mind leaving itself. Your body was experiencing so much stimulation that there was simply no more room for thoughts, guilt or shame. You looked to the ceiling, rocking with each thrust, the sound of the party below you just fading away into nothing. You felt your face being cupped again, Jungkook using one hand to gently squeeze your cheeks and bring your attention back to him.
Jungkook: Focus on me, baby.
You: *quietly whining* i'm so close...
Jungkook: Hold it.
You: I...can't...
With another roll of his hips, your voice trailed off in a squealish moan, another orgasm rolling over your body. This one was violent. Your legs quaked faster than you could control, and your hand slapped itself against the wall, also shaky and unstable. You cursed through your moans as Jungkook stopped everything, still inside you, pressing his full length into that same sweet spot.
Jungkook: *chuckling* I knew I spoiled you.
You: *breathless* H-How are you not done?
Jungkook: I have stamina unlike your boyfriend.
You: *shaking your head* Stop. Don't talk about him.
Jungkook: *laughing* Okay. Come here. Hug me.
He wouldn't move. He stood there inside of you and you could feel it as it throbbed and pulse. That is the kind of self control you wish you could have. Jungkook used the grip he had on your sides to sit you up and pulled you closer to him. He guided your legs to wrap around his slim waist, and following his "hug me" instructions, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders as well.
This position had you closer to him than you were all night. You could smell the faint alcohol off his breath and what lingered of his beachy cologne. You held each other's gaze for a second, then Jungkook closed the gap between your lips, beginning his former rhythm again. Gripping his shirt, you moan in surprise, breaking away from the kiss.
You: Jungkook!
Jungkook: One more time, baby. Cum for me one more time.
You: I...can't...
Jungkook: That's why you listen to me when I tell you to hold it.
You: *quietly* fuck...
Jungkook: You can do it, baby. One more time.
You nodded your head, understanding that there was no end in sight. As he buried his face in the crook of your neck, Jungkook's hand wandered down, both palms taking handfuls of your butt as he fucked you consistantly. He kissed your neck softly, looking down and watching himself plunge into you again and again.
Jungkook: *mumbling* Such a good little girl.
He met your lips, desperate to hold it together as he kissed you. You returned it, struggling, but equally desperate. His hand moved from behind you to your thighs, then dug between them. You broke away again, moaning pathetically as he began to roll his fingers over your clit. There was no faking with Jungkook -- he was on a mission. Like he wanted to break a record.
Jungkook: *quietly* You look so pretty...getting fucked dumb.
You: *moaning* ngh...
Jungkook: You're so spoiled. You're never going to get fucked like this again. Not even your boyfriend can fuck you this good.
You: *moaning* S-Stop...
Jungkook: *chuckling* Don't worry, babygirl. I won't tell him. I won't tell a soul.
He leaned into you, speaking against your lips. His fingers were trying to follow the pace of his thrusts, and you didn't know how much longer you could keep up with him. You glanced down, watching as his hand worked you while he kissed your cheek gently.
Jungkook: Because this...
Something in him changed. He became dark again, snapping his hips furiously, pushing pressure on the spot he knew would pleasure you the most.
Jungkook: ...this is gonna happen *thrust* over *thrust* and over *thrust* again.
With each pound, your moans grew louder. Needing something to stabilize yourself with, you took hold of his long hair as both the pace of his hips and his hand grew more and more unforgiving. That now familiar feeling built up in your stomach again. That pressure on your body that is aching and craving to be released.
You: *whining* It's...so...much...it's so much.
Jungkook: *chuckling* I know, baby. I know.
You held onto him tighter as that knot in your stomach came undone. This time, your body was too tired to even react to your orgasm, it just rolled over you like a wave, leaving you to simply shiver in Jungkook's arms as he gave into his high too. He grunted with his, in a low and raspy voice. He came, and filled you to the brim with his warmth.
Before you could react, his lips were on yours again, gently this time. Sweetly. You melted as he held you in his arms as he lifted you off the counter. As your lips peeled apart, Jungkook squatted just enough to pull out of you. Drops of his seed followed after, falling to his tip and the floor under you.
And you couldn't believe what you had done.
Jungkook: *chuckling; quietly* You're such a good girl.
He moved you to the cleaner side of the bathroom, placed you gently on the floor, and helped freshen and clean you up with a new washcloth. As you calmed down, the more horrified you became of your actions. Even more horrified that you don't seem to regret them very much either. Jungkook was gentle to you, pulling your dress back up and smoothing down your hair, but your eyes were glued to the puddle of cum that remained on the floor.
Jungkook: Don't worry. I have morning after.
You: *nodding* okay...
When he was done with you, he wiped off the floor, then left, going for the plan b. Still shaken, you utilize the time to use the bathroom. Your legs felt shaky -- too light to carry your body weight. Standing exhausted you. When Jungkook came back, he did with water, the pill, and a hoodie to cover the marks he left along your neck. You said nothing as he covered you, then snatched the bottle and pill box from his hand, leaving the bathroom stumbling.
Jungkook: Hey! [Your Name]! Careful.
He couldn't watch you carry on the way you were, and linked your arms together, letting you lean some of your weight on him. And as you discovered earlier, it was less than an inconvenience to him.
Together, you descended down the stairs. You were too ashamed to meet anyone's eyes. You felt like they all heard you...and knew your new secret. It's not like you could hide it from your flushed, joy teared-stained face.
At the bottom of the staircase was Casey, who had been looking for you for the fifteen minutes of the near hour you spent in the bathroom. Seeing you and Jungkook together...it didn't take her long to put the pieces together. Before you could approach her, Jungkook stepped in front of you, speaking to you in a voice so low only you could hear while cupping your face in his hands.
Jungkook: Next time your boyfriend can't get you off, just call me.
Kissing your forehead, he disappeared back into the party, leaving Casey to approach you. Her eyes were wide and you genuinely couldn't find the words to describe what happened...or Jungkook. So douchey yet so tempting at the same time.
Casey: [Your Name], what the hell was that? Did you two...?
She scanned your body. From your wobbly knees to your flushed face and messy hair. She knew the answer. You looked down and away from her, eyes glued to your feet when you realized that Jungkook never returned your underwear to you. That fucking snake. When Casey saw the lilac colored box in your hand she grabbed it, looking between you and the pill. You kept your eyes glued to the floor.
Casey: Did he...?
You: *nodding*
Casey: What were you thinking?!
You: ...I wasn't.
Casey: ...C'mon. Let's get you home.
The rest of the team was rounded up, and you were back in the middle of the car. Casey was on your right, not knowing whether to smack you or hold your hand. You were quiet the entire ride back to your dorm. In the elevator, you took the pill and down the water bottle, throwing it in the trash before coming to your room.
Ben was still there. On your cot, a computer laid in front of him with the Game of Thrones opening playing while his eyes rested shut -- having drifted off two episodes ago. You kicked off your shoes, pulled the hoodie over your chest, and slipped into bed with him. Ben's eyes fluttered open, and he opened the sheets for you to lay beside him.
Ben: You're back. Finally.
You: Yeah...yeah I'm back.
Ben: *yawning* You missed Tywin being on some fuck shit earlier.
You: Mhm.
Ben: You wanna call it a night?
You: Yeah.
He closed the computer and reached over you to put it on the ground. He fought sleep until he couldn't anymore -- his eyelids heavy to see and his voice too faint to speak audibly. With the little consciousness he had left, Ben hooked his arm over your side as sleep finally caught up with his resistance.
Ben: Love you.
You: ...love you.
In the quiet and in the darkness, you laid awake. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel where Jungkook's hands touched and where his lips kissed. Off his hoodie, she could still smell his cologne and feel the warmth and strength of his arms. You could never seek Jungkook out...ever. You know that. And it was time to put this one slip to rest.
So, you closed your eyes...but ended up inventing ways to find yourself alone with him again.