Okinawa Lessons | Liskook (Completed)

XXII | The Eighth Lesson: Atrocity, Piety and Rhapsody

A/N: I do love it when I meet a deadline that I set for myself.  Please enjoy thoroughly as I did, writing this 🥰

Italics: emphasis, thoughts, foreign words
Bold: words from a phone screen

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Human emotion can be broken down to a series of chemical reactions. Heartbreak, for instance, can cause a drop in serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine in the brain, which can lead to depression. Tonight, in another alternate universe, Lisa would have been huddled up in bed, sleepless nights spent crying from being betrayed by her first love.

Not this Lisa.

This Lisa was filled to the brim with oxytocin and dopamine from the countless orgasms she had been savoring, courtesy of the two men who were, in their own ways, meisters in the arena of pleasure. She might have been wronged by one man, but on this king-sized bed, being in the arms of the two men she trusted the most, everything was made right again. For a moment, she felt safe, secure, and above all, invincible like she could take on the world—or more accurately put, two cocks at once.

That is, until she felt the said two massive appendages crowd against the gap between her thighs—Jungkook invading from the front and Taehyung, the rear—her flesh straining to accommodate. It felt like she was losing her virginity a second time, the ripping pain immediately causing her fight-or-flight response to take over and the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on one end.

"Wait!" She called out, retreating from their advances, eyes shut as she suddenly clung onto Jungkook's shoulders in reflex. The action made him look at her in concern, and Jungkook could see the evident panic in her eyes as she cracked them open with a humble request. "O-One at a time, please..."

Jungkook chuckled, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, cupping her chin as he brushed his thumb over her trembling lips.

"Why are you being so fucking adorable right now?" Jungkook asked, a soft grin etched across his gorgeous face as he pinched her cheek.

"Ah, shit. I forgot to glove up." Taehyung realized, momentarily having shaken off the haze of lust. Lisa felt the cool air brush her sweaty back as he pulled away from behind her, getting off the bed and checking the bedside drawer.

"I ran out," Taehyung simply stated, clicking his tongue as he slid it shut.

"I have more in my luggage. Inner pocket," the younger man offered, a corner of his lips angling upwards smugly. Hyung didn't bring enough rubber? He really has gotten rusty.

Lisa then chose that moment to dismount Jungkook's pelvis (to his dismay) and trot her way to the coffee table. "Oh, thank Buddha!" she sighed in relief, stretching. "About time I get my water break. We'll wait for you, Taehyung," the woman said brightly, turning to the elder.

"Hm," Taehyung responded unenthusiastically, hawk eyes narrowed in contemplation as they shifted between Jungkook and Lisa, before finally making the decision to head out the doorway and shut the door behind him.

As Lisa turned back to the coffee table and bent over to pour herself a cup of tea, she felt a sturdy arm wrap around her waist.

"While Hyung's busy," she heard him drawl against her ear, "Let me have you all to myself for a little while."

Lisa squeaked as Jungkook abruptly lifted her small figure over his shoulder, the abandoned teacup spilling all over the table. He pushed her down the mattress, clasping her hands on either side of her. Lisa looked up at Jungkook's hard angular features, softened by the way his eyes sparkled excitedly as he looked back down into her riveting doe eyes. "I believe this is where we left off."