The Lieutenant [Jeon Jungkook x Reader][21+][COMPLETE]

Chapter Forty-Five

Author's Note: I just want to say that this is probably one of my favourite chapters, and I hope you all love it. Also, please don't hate me for it!  Happy reading, and please let me know what you think! :)

P.S .There are only five chapters left after this one!

Stepping out of my training uniform at the end of the day felt like heaven on earth. My feet ached from how long we stood around, not doing much at all, so unlacing my boots was an exceptionally welcome feeling.

I pulled back the shower door and turned on the water so it could heat up while I stripped out of the rest of my clothes. Once I noticed that the mirror started to fog up, I stepped into the warm stream of water and pulled closed the shower door behind me.

As I started to lather my body in soap, I ran over the events of the day in my head. I smiled at the thought of the silly games we had played, and how quickly I had gotten to know our dorm mates. The group of people seemed to be friendly and definitely more approachable than the people I had been with in my previous dorm. I knew I would like it better here, even though it was missing the bubbly personality that is Jackson Wang. I missed him already, so I dreaded how much I would come to miss him in the coming days.

I chuckled to myself as I thought more about the new friends that I would make here, but the smile was very quickly wiped from my face when a fleeting thought of Namjoon whipped through my mind. I groaned and rinsed my skin under the warm water, washing the bubbles down my milky skin, and down the drain; desperately hoping my thoughts of Namjoon would wash away with them, but the more I tried not to think about him, the more I did.

The thought of him shoving me against his door enraged me. Who does he think he is? Does he think he is allowed to treat me like that? I grumbled incoherent sentences under my breath as I ran my shampoo through my wet hair with my fingers. As upset as I was, all I could think about was Namjoon's body being pressed up against mine and his intoxicating scent clouding my senses.

I squeezed my eyes closed in an attempt to rid the thought of Namjoon's breath brushing against my cheek, and his hand wrapped around my neck; but it was no use, the warm, tingling sensation had already settled in the pits of my stomach.

"Please, no. Not today, not now, not him..." I groaned.

I squeezed my thighs together as I rinsed out my shampoo. The friction supplied a small semblance of relief, much to my dismay. The blatant arousal I was experiencing annoyed me more than Namjoon had, because I knew he was the reason for it. I massaged my conditioner through the ends of my hair as I continued to squeeze my thighs together, creating somewhat of a steady rhythm by clenching and unclenching the muscles.

Once I rinsed my hair of my conditioner, I leaned my forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall to try and compose myself. I wanted so badly to touch myself and diffuse the tight coil that had started to form in my stomach, indicating that an orgasm had started to build. But I knew if I did, it would mean I was doing it because of Namjoon, at the thought of Namjoon. I didn't want to give him that kind of power over me, even if he would never know; but he would never know... There was absolutely no way he could know what I did to myself in this shower, so there was no point in denying myself.

"Oh, fuck it," I muttered to myself as I gave in to the feeling.

*Mature content warning*

I slowly slid my right hand down my body and stopped just above my aching womanhood. I used my left hand to lean against the white tiled wall and support myself. The warm water of the shower still encompassed my body in its entirety. I spread my legs slightly to allow myself entrance, a feeling I was familiar with. Masturbating in the shower was my usual choice, it was the only place I knew I wouldn't be interrupted, especially with the brother I have. He has no respect for boundaries, and rarely knocks.