3rd Year | Jeon Jungkook

3 • Distractions

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"Ah, fuck. Fuck... Just like that."

"Just like that?"

"Mhm. Fuck."

Joy exhaled a sexy giggle as she rode Jungkook like the pro she was. Placing a hand on either side of his head, she kept rolling her hips, keeping her pace exactly where it was, steadily erasing his tension with every slide down his dick.

He had a lot of tension to release. Thanks to two term papers to plan on top of the homework he was sure to have this semester, work, classes, and everything else he was trying to cram into each passing 24 hour period, he was going to be busy even by his standards. If he planned to have any fun this school year, he was going to have to be very creative with his time management.

Soft hands caressing his face brought him back to the present. He hadn't meant to zone out.

To try to hide his lapse in focus, he grabbed Joy's hips and made her ride him a little faster. Biting his lower lip, he then trailed his hands up to her breasts when she took back control over the new pace he set and let out a long moan for good measure.

She wasn't boring in any way. His mind was just preoccupied with all the shit he had on his plate.

Any lingering inattention was killed when she started winding her hips in a circle. When his eyes rolled back into his head, she asked him a question she damn well knew the answer to.

"You like that?" Her breathy voice asked.

"Fuck yeah. Keep going."

Her breasts bounced in his face as she followed his order and he caught one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked the firm bud hard, knowing how much she got off on it when he made it hurt just a little bit. She moaned loudly, triggering his auralism, a kink that he didn't know he had until a certain someone from his past put a name to the way he got off on certain sounds much more than the average person.

Moans being one of them.

Turning his attention to her other nipple, Jungkook thanked his lucky stars that he didn't have to wait for this any longer. He needed this after the weekend that seemed to never end now that his roommate was there with her loud ass phone conversations.

He carefully dragged Joy's nipple from between his teeth and then looked up at the sexy face he knew she was making to see it replaced by Clover's. Wavy black hair instead of straight sandy blonde tumbled over her shoulders. Silky caramel skin replaced warm sand. Instead of heterochromatic hazel, he found himself looking at deep brown eyes set into the skull of the biggest fucking head he'd ever see a female carry on the top of her fucking neck.

He squeezed his eyes shut as his mind and body clashed. The mental image of Clover on top of him, as aggravating as it was, had also caused his stomach to drop in the way only a fast roller coaster or a coming orgasm could produce.

Clover's moans probably sounded like a squeaky chew toy anyway.

But the thought, originally made to cut through his internal tension, ended up piquing his curiosity. What would Clover sound like?

Angry with his uncontrollable thoughts, he bucked his hips while holding on to Joy's, quickly pulling out of her and ending her riding session. Laying on his back was giving him too much mental freedom to overthink. He needed to change positions.