BTS Smuts

Bad Boy - Jungkook

You look up at the clock, tapping my pencil against the desk. There are still forty five minutes left in school and you internally groan, not wanting to sit in prison for any longer. You flick your gaze from the clock to the television as the front of the class room. You roll your eyes at the boring documentary being played before you, knowing that you could be doing something a lot more productive with your life.

You let your eyes wander around the classroom, viewing the nearly sleeping jocks, attentive nerds, and everybody else. You eyes just so happen to land on Jeon Jungkook, the bad boy of the class. His jawline is so prominent, his brown hair styled messily, his perfectly flawless skin.

There simply isn't a trait about Jeon Jungkook that isn't appealing. He turns his head, catching you staring at him. He cocks up an eyebrow, half grinning that mischievous grin of his.

You turn your head back to the movie, wanting to cry. You simply cannot stand being in here any longer.

You drop your pencil, walking to the front of the class, asking Mr. Choi if you can go to the restroom. He complies, letting you go; as if he even cares. Yy walk down the hall, trying to decide what you want to do because you were most definitely not going back to class. You begin to start walking around the hallway, scrolling though your phone until you see a teacher. You pass another student here and there, none of them seeming to care what you're up to.

That is, until you see him, leaning up against one of the blue lockers that line the walkways of the building. You walk up to Jungkook, but try not to make it obvious that you're going towards him, more like passed him.

"Don't think I didn't notice you staring at me in class." You roll your eyes at the sound of his voice.

"What do you want, Jungkook?"

"I want you, Y/N." He teasingly wiggles his eyebrows, licking his bottom lip slowly, making sure he catches your attention.

"I don't mess around with fuck boys." You laugh, beginning to continue walking forward. You don't even have the chance to take a single step before Jungkook is standing in front of you.

"So, you're telling me, that you don't want this?" He bites his bottom lip, slightly lifting up his shirt in the most casual way possible, slightly showing off his toned abs. You close your eyes momentarily, trying not to show that his attributes are getting to you.

"N-no, I don't." You state, straightening up, patting down your black skater skirt.

"Then why am I making you so nervous?" He steps forward, placing his hand on your waist.

"What are you talking about? You're not making me nervous." You pat his hands away angrily, even though deep down you really just want to take on all of what this boy has in store.

"C'mon, it's better than sitting in class, watching a stupid biography on whatever his name is, isn't it?" He backs you up against a locker, placing one of his arms against it next to your head, supporting his weight.

"N-no, I'de rather go back." You gulp, still trying not to seem scared or nervous by all means. You watch his actions as he shrugs his shoulders before smashing his lips onto your. For a split second you begin to kiss him back, before you realized what you were doing. You push him off of you, unwillingly.

"What about now?"

"The answer is still no. Get off of me." You begin to get angry.

"It's not like you've never done it before, I know about you and Taehyung." He winks, and in that moment you give up, you're so done trying because Jeon Jungkook is so fucking hot that you cannot handle it any longer.

"Fuck it." You murmur, fisting Jungkook's black shirt, pulling him towards you. You crash your lips into his hungrily, his hands falling to the small of your back. Things begin to get heated really quickly as one of his hands slip down your thigh, slightly lifting up your skirt, you slight gasp as he begins to rub you through your red, lace underwear.

"M-maybe we shouldn't do this here." You break the heated make out session and grab his hand, quickly walking to the janitors closet.

"Kinky." He smirks. You simply shove him into the small area, shutting and managing to lock the door behind you. You throw yourself onto him as he begins to quickly rip down your panties, shoving you against the wall. You grip his hair as he quickly shoves a finger in you, pumping his hand in and out. You pull him down to your lips and let out a quiet moan as he slips another finger in you.

"Mm, you're tight babe." You can feel him grinning against your lips, and although you're no virgin, you cannot deny the fact that you're not fully adjusted to having sex often. You ignore his comment and reach forward, fumbling with the button of his pants. You yank them down and can see his large bulge through his boxers. You continue with pulling down his Calvin Klein underwear.

Without warning he harshly shoves himself into you. You yelp at the sudden impact and he sharply cups a hand over your mouth.

"You wouldn't want to get us caught." Jungkook seductively whispers into your ear as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. It's hard to keep your moans back as he starts pumping faster. He releases his hand from your mouth and he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. With the easier access he is able to harshly slam into you repeatedly. You roll your head back in pleasure, letting your hands run under his shirt feeling his toned abs.

His actions decease, causing you to frown, until you realize what he is intending for you to do. He drops his hands from tightly gripping your butt and you wrap your arms tightly around his neck, supporting yourself. You roll your hips onto him and watch as he rolls his head back as well, a loud moan falling from his mouth.

"Sh-shut up, Mr. B-Badboy." You manage to get out. He has had enough of your slow actions and starts grinding himself into you again. He doesn't give you any time to adjust to his huge cock as he pounds into you, harder and faster each time. The pleasure is so unbearable and it's overwhelming.

"Oh my god, Jungkook." You squeeze your eyes shut, arms tightening around his neck. His hands tightly grip my ass, one of them momentarily letting go to slap it.

"Tell me how you like it, babe." He breathily speaks.

"R-rough." You cry, wanting more. Jungkook puts you down and positions you doggy style against some of the buckets in the small closet. It's no surprise when he harshly thrusts into you again, stretching out your tight pussy. Each movement increases, and each time when you think it's impossible for the pleasure to get better, it does.

"F-fuck me harder, Jungkook." You cry. He grabs onto your thighs and pounds into you, harder than before. You manage to keep your moans to a minimum and one of the only sounds that is surrounding the area is the hard slapping of your skin against each other's. He guides you back and forth, slamming you all the way down his length.

"Fuck Y/N." Jungkook manages to get out, out of breath.

It isn't long later when you feel a tingling sensation beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. You grip the closest object as you let yourself release onto Jungkook's huge dick. He quickly pulls out and releases his own juices onto the floor. Your pussy is still pounding as you pull up my panties. Jungkook cleans up his mess and puts his pants back on as well. He quietly opens the door, looking at you with a smirk.

"Ladies first." His smirk turns into a grin as you exit the janitor's closet.