War of Hormones

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Jungkook nudged me back onto the bed, his muscular body towering above me. I bit my bottom lip, my body feeling hormonal and nervous. "Don't do that," he warned, making me tilt my head in question. "It's making it harder for me to not ram into you."

I gulped hard. Oh fuck.

He swept my bangs off my forehead and tucked it behind my ear. He stroked my cheek with his warm palm, using his thumb to trace my bottom lip. "You're so beautiful," he whispered lovingly, connecting his soft lips with mine. It was very slow and passionate, much different than the racy, desperate kisses we had in the past.

He placed wet kisses around my neck and collarbone, making my body shiver. A soft, quiet moan escaped my lips as he licked his way up my throat with the tip of his tongue, reconnecting our lips. He steadily rubbed down my waist and my hip, cuffing his hand under my knee and lifting it up around his waist. I softly bit onto his bottom lip, tugging it a little. He chuckled, "Someone's getting confident," leisurely starting to use his tongue in the kiss. It started getting more hot, my ears becoming red. 

He carefully felt his way down to the button of my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. The small sensation of his knuckles rubbing against my clit. I gasped, his mouth making me silent. His fingers started to creep into my jeans...

"Y/N!"

I speedily sat up, accidentally bumping into Jungkook's head. He fell back, holding his head in pain. I rubbed my head as well, making sure he was okay, "Oh my god! Are you okay?" He winced a little in pain, "Yeah, I'm good," followed by a little chuckle. I got up from the bed, fixing my jeans, "What do they want now?" Jungkook was still on the bed, his limbs spread out like a starfish, except for the hand holding his head. "Are you sure you are okay?" I asked as I put my hair into a ponytail. "Well, no..." he replied, rubbing his eyes irritatedly. "What's wrong?"

He sighed, lifting himself up a bit by using his forearms, "Well, I have an obvious erection and now I have to think about something that will take my mind off it." I looked at his crotch and saw the obvious tent in his pants that he mentioned. "I'm sorry..." I said sadly, "I wish I could help." "Well, technically you were going to, until we were interrupted," he sighed, "Now I have to think about cars or something," he replied. "Is there-" "Please just go, your presence is making it hard for it to go away," he whined.

That's sweet. I think.

I quickly left the room per his urging request, going downstairs. "Who was calling me?" "I was, come over here." Hoseok yanked my hand and sat me down on the couch. "We need you to settle something for us," Namjoon told me. "What is it?" I asked them, genuinely confused with this conversation. "Who gives off more big dick energy?" Hoseok asked me. I furrowed my eyebrows, "What the fuck?" "Just answer the question," Namjoon commanded, making me scoff. "Is this the urgent matter you called me down for?" They both nodded, making me curse at them mentally.

I was literally about to get dicked down.

"Why do you guys wanna know?" I asked them, crossing my arms. "We were watching youtube videos of women celebrities that give off big dick energy and we ended up arguing who had more-" "Okay! I got it!" I took out my phone and called Eunjae, "Hello?" "I'm gonna put you on speaker," I spoke into the phone. "Okay?" She responded. "Between Hoseok and Namjoon, who do you think has more big dick energy?" Without having to think about it for long she immediately responded, "Hoseok, definitely."

"HA!" He jumped up from the cushions, doing a little dance to rub it in Namjoon's face. "That was fast..." I told her, a little shook. "Yeah, well..." She replied, "Is that it?" "Yeah..." "See you tomorrow!" She said, hanging up the phone. "That's not fair!" Namjoon cried like a little baby. "What do you want me to do about it? Both of you guys have big dick energy, okay? She just thinks he has more, probably because they have been flirting here and there." I smirked, Hoseok becoming paralyzed.

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