SECOND LEAD SYNDROME | JJK

52 | NAIVE TEENAGE GIRL

"Can you tell me now?" I stand as he lays himself down on the couch.

He doesn't reply and only gestures for me to get on top. It didn't take long for me to strip naked and ride his dick since I'd missed him just as much. I straddled him and slowly took him in, thanking how lubricated I was otherwise it'd hurt so bad. Sex without a condom was on a different level.

"Do you really want me saying another female's name right now?" He grabs my breast and pulls me in for a kiss.

I kiss him nice and slow, savoring the moment to make up for lost time. This kiss wasn't like the other kisses we've had— it was one of those long, passionate kisses after realizing how much you needed each other. His naughty tongue found his way to mine and I found it difficult to kiss properly with him ramming himself into me.

I pull away after becoming frustrated and rest my hands on his chest. I was never the type to start off slow so I rode him faster than he fucked my throat, I rode him until his dick was covered in my juices and my cum dripped down his thighs.

I fucked him.

His nostrils flared and his pretty mouth parted open. For a while, I thought his eyes completely rolled backwards.

My breasts bounced rapidly and he was enjoying every bit of it. He said it was one of his favorite parts of sex— seeing my boobs go up and down. For me it was when the headboard banged against the wall— I don't know why but it turned me on.

It was a powerful elation, feeling his hardness inside of me. You couldn't explain how good it was, you could only feel it. And I felt every bit of him. My head fell backwards and I broke out in sweat once I felt myself closing up around him.

"Uh uh," he grips my waist tighter and starts to fuck me.

He went hard and fucked me like a whore, as if he didn't care that I was human. He pummeled himself inside me as if I were an inanimate object. He showed no mercy.

My body began to shake uncontrollably as I tightened around him. I fall onto his chest and he kisses me feverishly, sloppily. His lips glide down my neck as I find my release, the overwhelming feeling rushing through me like a strike of lightening. I hadn't heard the both of our panting until the blood stopped pounding in my ears and we were both covered in cum.

I was happy that I finally got to fuck him.

"You were just gonna stop," he chuckles recalling the moment I lost control when I was about to climax.

I hug him tight, thankful for the sex. I now felt a little less worried about the unknown girl. Maybe even not at all— at least for now anyways. "I can't control it around you."

"But you did with Yoongi?" He doesn't even sound mad about it. "I can't believe you fucked him on a toilet."

"Were you mad?" I looked up.

He grins and looks at me as if I had just asked the most stupidest question. And I did, on purpose just to see his reaction. "Was I mad?" He repeats. "Would you be mad if it were me?"

Yes.

"I'm sorry. I really thought we were over, even if I don't believe the reason why. I really did think you successfully pushed me away," my voice went hoarse as I thought about that dark period. For what it's worth, Yoongi was the only good part of it.

Jungkook strokes my shoulder, gently tracing around in circles. His mind seemed to have drifted after I spoke.

"Don't do that again."

"Does that mean we're together again?" He snaps back to reality.

I bite my lip and look away. I didn't want to talk about it, not when I was currently in a sex crazed haze. My mind was always euphoric and jumbled up before, during, and after sex. Anything I say was purely out of emotion.

And I didn't want to use my emotions. I wanted to use my logical thinking. Regarding our relationship anyway.

"Can you give me more time?" I sit upright.

Jungkook does the same. "More time? For what?"

To fuck around with Jin.

Joking.

"To think," I answer.

"You're really dragging this out, baby girl. Like seriously," he stands up to put on his boxers. "You're treating me like some naive teenage girl."

It was funny to think that I was. And Jungkook being Jungkook found his pride and ego being battered. It was satisfying to me. I was only playing with his feelings like he did mine when he pretended that everything was a joke to him— that really sent me into a depression for weeks.

"That's how you treated me when you told me you played me," I sat there all naked and not afraid. Another special quality that I had about myself was that I was confident in my own body. I've grown up with the mentality that bodies were literally just flashes of meat, homes for our souls. Big ass and titties and a flat stomach were just bonuses for those blessed to be born with or rich enough to afford it.

Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed effortlessly confident in himself. His biceps were large for a male of his size and his legs weren't scrawny like most guys— he worked out, you could tell. And well, I was there bored when he was exercising. He had a nice ass too, but my favorite part of him (aside from his dick) was his thighs. He could literally choke me with them and I'd enjoy it. Maybe I should ask him? Oh, and his abs were nice too. They were nice to look at and feel on.

I've said this before and I'll say it again; he is beautiful.

"You treat me like I'm Jimin," he manages to sound like he's whining yet joking at the same time.

"Good. It's good you feel that way," I get up and head for the bathroom just as he continues picking up his clothes, not realizing that I'd left.

"One day I'm gonna-" he finally realizes that I'm not there.

-

We went to school together the next day. Yoongi was nowhere in sight and Jungkook, as expected, got a slap on the wrist for last year's cheating scandal. I'd apologized to him about a thousand times and felt even more guilty after realizing that he'd been blackmailed about it— especially when I found out that everything he did was to protect me from being exposed.

It felt like things between Lisa, Jimin, and I went back to normal as well. The group was more unified than ever thanks to me finally announcing that I was going to stop being prejudice against Jimin. Honestly, he didn't seem too moved nor did he exactly believe me. But only time will tell.

Jungkook informed Jimin and Lisa about his mother's passing and how he wanted to invite us to her funeral this upcoming weekend. Everyone was bummed about it at first but had to act like they wanted to show their respects. But when Jungkook told them that it was going to be out of the country, they suddenly seemed more than happy to join him.

I, for one, wanted so bad to go and see all about Jungkook's mother. When he told me that we'd be staying at her estate in New York, I was beyond thrilled. This was everything to my nosy ass.

I wondered if Jungkook was also curious as to how his mother lived.