• THREE •

...ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ᴘᴏᴠ :...

After Jungkook disappeared, from my sight, i walked away. I went to my car and roared it, to sixth gear. The car sped up, towards my apartment.

When, i reached, i hurriedly opened the doors and barely unlocked, any of them. I didn't even bother to turn on the lights, because i was too engrossed, in-my throbbing under the pants.

I entered my room, undid my pants and belt. I sat on the bed and touched, my hard erection.

The shaft, just, couldn't calm down.

I jerked it and pumped the sensation hard. I moaned, imagining a specific person, over me.

I imagined, Jungkook, riding me while trembling, moaning, begging and lowering himself with inexperienced and clumsy moves, trying to take my whole length.

His eyes teary, mouth unable to speak but producing low moans and curses, hips swaying and hands grabbing my body, to calm his pleasure.

Jungkook, moaning my name and jumping, over my erection, taking my length, full into him. I didn't stop my fantasy, until i came.

The fluid spread on my thighs and abdomen, i cared less, to clean myself.

I sat there, thinking of Jungkook. Breathing heavily, a smirk grew on my lips.

"Jungkook...I'm going to take you so hard...and you are going to remember it every damn time you try to sleep!"

...█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌║▌║...

Weeks went by. My obsession and possesion towards Jungkook ignited more, with each encounter.

Whenever, we clash each other, his cold look excites me, more. His indifferent aura makes me want to take him, then, and there, roughly.

This week, our every encounter resonated, some, sweet wars.

Me, going to his class at lunch break and waiting for his response to my silly words, while, him, sitting silently on his desk without glancing at me.

It became my routine, but, my patience ran thin, when i saw him, that day.

I sat infront of him, on the desk, watching him write down in his notes. His pencil slipped, down his fingers and fell on the floor.

I was about to bend myself and pick it up for him, but he stopped me, saying, "I will do it. I have arms."

He stood up and walked to the far away, thrown, pencil. He, subtly, bent his hips, back facing me.

His, covered, buttocks clearly in show for me.

My eyes never left them. Infact, i stared at his back without any shame. Anyways, i have no shame. I admit.

His round things stayed in air until, he picked up his pencil and stood straight.

Turning to me, he sat down, again. I, quickly, stood up and left, his classroom.

That day, I went home without anyone's permission. I have authority, anyway. Going home, I touched myself again. Imagining him again.

It became my addiction now.

I have never had masturbating addictions, but now, I'm masturbating very often.

And that too, while thinking about Jungkook. Imagining him.

My senses were lost, I lost track on my semen releases and I lost count on, how many times I have done this per day.

I can't go-without touching myself, without thinking of Jungkook, without imagining him doing different stunts, before my eyes, to arouse me more.

I, just, can't control.

That day, I had to attend a dinner night with my mom. She wanted me, to be introduced, with her new business partners. With no other way, I went, to the venue.

After dinner, Mom insisted me, to spend the night with her. I had to spend that night, at her huge villa.

The night tortured me, because I wanted to touch myself, but, i can not.

...█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌║▌║...

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴘᴏᴠ :

Weeks went in a jiffy. It's been more than a week since that sick bastard, Taehyung, has been circling around me.

He follows me to my apartment, comes to stare at me in lunch breaks, occasionally tries to tease me and talks dirty at uneven places.

These all maddened me. I can't hold back my anger when he's around. Even when, he does nothing.

My arms refrained to hit him, because I knew, he's someone, I shouldn't mess with.

Taehyung has Influence, power, money and background. These reasons stopped me, from creating a chaotic fight, with him. Or else, i would have punched his face so hard, he wouldn't ever forget it.

My rage was muffled, under his influence and I dared not to mess with him, when, he has the upper hand.

I was sitting on my desk, watching the students, slowly gathering in the classroom. There's still time for the school to start, so, i decided to write notes.

I took out my notebook and wrote down, the previously memorized lesson. I focused and wrote down.

When the school bell rang, I zoned out, thinking about someone.

Taehyung.

"He didn't come to tease me in the morning."

It's not like, I was upset, a relief washed over me. Like always, Taehyung didn't come to mess with me, in the early morning, so, it lightened My mood.

After a long time, I felt like, a whole freedom, compensating me. I relaxed, on my desk, and looked at my notes.

In between the clattering of students, the classroom door opened. Students, whom were in choas, a minute ago, suddenly, went silent.

I sighed, "Speak of the devil." I knew, it was Taehyung.

His shoe clicks echoed, in the classroom and his, strong, cologne hit my nostrils, signalling me about his presence, close to me.

I didn't need to look up, I knew, he would straight come, to me.

I waited for his damn voice to, irritate me, but, that never happened. I felt a breath fanning, over my neck, i jolted up and spun around, to face him.

He was behind my desk, near my face. I pushed him away, "I didn't know, you had such...reflexive skills." Taehyung mocked and neared my figure.

"What do you want now, Tae?" I gasped, when, he, out of the blue, shouted at the student, "Get out!"

The people ran out, immediately, leaving us, in that empty classroom.

Taehyung didn't wait, for any minute, and shoved me, to the window glass panel. He gripped my throat, firmly, but not suffocating me and pinned me, to the window glass panel.

I was caged, between him and the barrier, behind me.

"Missed me?" I grabbed his hands, on my throat and tried to free myself, "Leave me, Tae!" I snorted, but, he never left me, yet, he tightened his grip, making me gasp for air.

"Uh...always so rude to me. I should teach you some manners, darling." I couldn't help, but, avoid staring into his eyes, I don't want to show him his victory, while, I'm being teary, infront of him.

He noticed my tears and smirked at me. I hated that. I hated him looking, at my vulnerability. I wanted to hold back myself, but, i can't.

He chuckled, at my face and left my throat. I filled my lungs and huffed in air.

I lowered my head, letting my tears slip, through my eyelids. I wanted to relax myself for a second, but, he forced me to look up, by grabbing my chin.

His narrowed eyes, stared into mine.

"I love when you fight back...but, I'm sure, you will give up soon. And, that will happen sooner than you think." With that, he left me and walked away.

I saw him, disappear from the classroom. After a minute, the students, again, entered in, with confused look.

They all stared, at my, tensed and crying, face. I, immediately, went back, to my desk and ignored them.

I washed my face, before attending the lectures. I tried to focus, on studying, but, my mind didn't let me.

My thoughts ran through, the previous event.

How vulnerable i was under him!

...█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌║▌║...

...Tbc......

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***