Bad At Love | JJK 18+ ✔

Chapter Thirteen

"Show me something?" I ask, stopping in my tracks as he stands closer and closer to my backside.

"Yeah. Your left isn't as strong as your right." He presses his front to my back so that he can guide me.

The feeling of his manhood through his sweatpants on the thin fabric of my leggings makes me stop breathing momentarily. Jungkook was well endowed, especially if this is him relaxed and as much as I've told myself not to go there with either of my roommates, I just can't help but to feel more and more drawn to especially him. Like the urge to feed my curiosity is starting to overpower my sense of judgement.

He pulls on my arms as if he was my personal puppeteer, showing me how to throw a more powerful left hook but when he moves and I can feel his dick reflexively flinch, I'm no longer paying attention to anything else. The twist in my belly and the throbbing between my legs makes me want to fuck him right there in that boxing ring. The sexual tension between us keeps building as time goes on and it's so much to bear. With his voice faintly being heard in the background, my mind imagines all of the positions those ropes could help us achieve.

"Do you think you've got it?" I hear him ask, his voice reentering my conscious louder than it had been the entire time he'd been talking.

"No, I have no clue what you said to me." I think to myself. "Yeah, I think so." I lie out loud.

"Give it a try." He encourages as he steps away.

The loss of his body makes me want to pout, but I continue to act as if I didn't even notice a difference as I do my best to try to remember what he had been saying to me that entire time. However, when I swing, it's all too obvious I wasn't paying any attention whatsoever.

"You didn't listen to anything I just said, did you?" He chuckles and steps back up to me.

"I tried!" I continue to lie with a nervous chuckle.

"Why do you do that?" He questions once he's standing right behind me again, his tone much more serious.

"Do what?" I ask just above a whisper while keeping my eyes trained on the punching bag.

Jungkook wraps his arm around my waist, swiftly spinning me around to look at him. My chest collides with his and I gaze up at him through my lashes, my lips parting in a mixture of anticipation and shock as my breath quickens to an unsteady gallop.

"Act like I don't phase you. Do I not?" He asks with his grip around my waist becoming tighter as if he didn't want to let me go while the index finger of his left hand slowly runs down my spine.

My breath shudders and my heart pounds out of my chest as his lips get closer and closer to my own.

"Answer me." His voice drops to a seductive and softly demanding timbre.

"What do you think?" I challenge.

He smirks just as his lips are centimeters away from mine and pauses, "Yes."

I lift my chin and press my anxious lips against his, an appreciative moan escapes him as we melt into one another. Slow and sensual at first, our lips mold together as if they were two puzzle pieces meant to be aligned this whole time, but the moment his warm tongue slips in between my lips to find mine, our chaste kiss turns into a heated frenzy. Ripping my gloves off of my hands the best I could while his hands roam all over my backside, he walks me towards the boxing ring. Gloves forgotten, my hands grip and glide over his back as I moan into his mouth, wanting more and more of him when I feel his muscles contract under my touch. His hands roam over my ass and down to the backs of my thighs without even slightly breaking our kiss. Picking me up with ease, he places me at the edge of the boxing ring and stands in between my parted thighs, grabbing my hands and pinning them to the red ropes separating us from the mat.