The Art of Revenge

Chapter 7

"I just knew you would have some sorta kink like that," you looked down at Jungkook, your eyes narrowing in playful accusation.

He cocked an eyebrow, not refuting the claim in the least, not even a touch shy about the taboo. "Is that something you're into?"

It wasn't something you were into, necessarily... but it wasn't something you weren't not into either. You had crawled out of a few beds with a couple reddened cheeks in your day, but the moments were always fairly standard: you face down on the mattress, ass high and knees parted; your partner pounding you from behind, idolizingly massaging the globes of your flesh, then sparking your skin with a hand or two for good measure, groaning as they admired how your skin rippled in waves. You *had liked it. That sudden, hot shock of hard contact and how it contrasted then merged with the heat of your pussy consuming a dick. Those moments were fleeting in your sex life, and you had never explored them as anything more than a mid-coitus love tap... but since it felt good, why hadn't you?

"It's something that I *could be into?" you stated your answer in the form of a question.

"Alright," Jungkook's eyes twinkled with a dark, salacious sparkle. "Bend over and I'll teach you a lesson."

You weren't sure which lesson he was referring to... the art of spanking fetishes, or the decorum of foot-jobbing someone out of paying for a brunch bill. Regardless, your skin and blood was beginning to tingle with the feeling of weightless lust, and your groin was beginning to moisten with the need to be pleasured again.

You unwrapped your arm from around his neck, and together you shifted in the tight space, until your knees were pressed into his seat, your torso was stretched over his lap, your palms were purchased over *your seat, and your ass was staring him in the face (and probably any unsuspecting locals who might be pulling their own trucks up the dirt road at any moment.)

Jungkook rubbed his palm heavy and firm over the leggings that guarded the rounded hills of your backside. Then his fingers hooked beneath the fabric at the top of your tailbone, and he pulled... peeling the spandex slowly down, revealing the inches of bouncy flesh and muscle, exposing your skin, until you could feel the humid air of summer waft over your dampened folds. You nibbled on your lip, stifling a small moan that wanted to escape. He wasn't even touching you - but the feeling of being bare and vulnerable for him was doing things to your libido.

Jungkook, however, shamelessly hummed a throaty growl of appreciation as he smoothed his hand lengthwise across your butt. He then palmed its rounds southward - squeezing his fingers into the squishy clay. "God, you have a great ass, Y/N."

You yelped as he pinched you, but your cry was only 10% shock - the rest was a dark and bubbling erotic plea for more.

His hand slid further south, over your crack, causing you to tense ever so slightly as it passed over the hidden crevice between your cheeks. You wondered - if you stuck around until Sunday - or longer - how soon you might be discovering that assplay was another interest in Jungkook's repertoire. You had tried it before with Chris, and it had been a spectacular disaster.

*Fuck Chris! you silently cursed. Jungkook wasn't him. Jungkook was methodical. Tender when he needed to be, and rough only when you deserved it. You'd bet the house you were about to sell that he would know how to do it right.

Today, however, was not the day for *that discovery. Jungkook's palm curved deeper between your legs, and you gasped in an audible choke of air when his fingers knitted their way through your folds, and found your clit still hard and wanting.

You closed your eyes and bit harder on your lip, as you focused all your attention on the pleasure of him touching you. He circled your clit with his middle and ring finger, then stroked downward, splitting your lips apart, touching every lick of your pussy the pads of his fingers could find. His thumb leading the campaign - it smoothed up and back through the canyon between your cheeks, as his fingers slithered through your wetness. You tensed again as it teased your *other entrance with its mere proximity, but you relaxed a little more with each pass.