" I'm not letting you have sex with me Jungkook." Vivi sighs, crossing her arms.
" Then be my pillow princess."
*contains smuts, yes sir.
** slow burn
not a ship book and not a y/n book.
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❛ VIVI ❜
I stare at the clock as it tics by every second, the ticking only audible to my ears as my professor continues to talk about x and y's and finding the answer that equals whatever else. I'm not math smart. Not even the slightest bit.
You can ask me what two plus two is and everyone's answer would be four and knowing me I'd most likely say fish. Why? I don't know it's how my brain functions.
Jungkook's been calling and texting me for the past week and I've been doing my best to avoid him. Why? Because I'm too much of a wuss to see him face to face and confront him with an answer he's expecting from me.
I sigh to myself and face plant into the table with a soft thud. I've been talking to myself to build up the courage to tell him and if he's had the courage to ask me such question then, I should have the same courage to tell him my answer.
I groan to myself in my head and bring my hands to my face. Why am I making things so complicated for myself. Just why? Oh! Geez, maybe cause you're not so use to weird bizarre things happening in your life.
Questions like: Do you wanna be my pillow princess?
That shit doesn't just fall from the sky and onto someone's lap out of no where. But lucky me who has no experience in anything sexual it just so happens falls right onto my lap. And not only that it's with some guy so hot that I'm afraid he could break my back if we were to ever have sex. Having his tattooed covered hand wrapped around my neck as he pounds into me and I gasp for ai—
Oh, my god!
I quickly grab my belongings, glancing at the clock as it struck two thirty. Class ends. I quickly leave and rush off the campus and get my ass an uber home. I can't believe it went from freaking out to having a fucking fantasy about Jungkook and not only that in fucking class. That shit is so embarrassing.
My uber gets here and I get dropped off at my building and I go up to my floor quickly as possible. My phone rings and I look down at the caller ID.
Pot Head is calling...
I decline the call and stare at the elevator floors as they pass. Can this shit go any faster? I press the floor to my apartment aggressively telling this shit box of metal to go up faster. It reaches my floor finally and I step out the elevator and turn to the right fumbling with my keys in my hand. I glance up and see Jungkook standing in front of my apartment door.
