Lisa

The kisses he spread were strong and expressive. As if we both know this is a sex to bid our farewells.

We were still on our uniforms and it's already a lot of work wearing this double layered uniform.

Jungkook went up to kiss my lips as he removes his tux without breaking the kiss. But a loud gasp escaped my lips when he suddenly pulled down my buttons, causing them to rip and fall from the bed.

"Jungkook! My uniform!" I gasped.

He didn't let me whine and kissed me even more, torridly but passionately.

His hands went south, travelling down to my inner thighs and massaging near the depths of my desires.

He never touched me like this.

Not even when we're drunk or high.

And considering we're both sober, all of this is slowly making a little sense.

His heavy breathing added intimacy to the mood when he pulled away and started unbuckling his belt. I couldn't bear to just watch the Jeon Jungkook on top of me doing a very erotic thing so I sat up and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

His Balenciaga underwear was already peeking through his uniform slacks.

After undoing the fourth button, I looked up to him and he was staring down at me with such hunger.

If lust had a face, it would look like us.

He pinned me back to the mattress and continued to spread kisses along my collarbones.

His left hand traced along my thighs, causing me to arch my back in pleasure.

He took that oppurtunity to unclasp my bra, slightly pushing it up to my collarbones since my inner uniform blouse was still clinging in both my arms with broken buttons.

He cupped one of my breast while he played the other with his tongue.

And oh God...

His tongue is used better at teasing my sensitive parts rather than speaking to me.

"Fuck." I gasped when his fingers crawled inside my underwear.

I couldn't take a good view since I'm still wearing my skirt and his veiny hands were underneath them.

He went up, facing me and went back to kiss me. Our lips might have turned swollen already from all the kissing.

It's not like he's a bad kisser but the foreplay is taking too long for me.

"How long are you gonna kiss me?" I furrowed my brows when he pulled away from the kiss.

"Until we both could speak the same words over and over." He stared down at my lips.

His words are confusing but I don't have a fucking time to analyze shit and I pulled him in a kiss once more.

His kisses tastes like coffee and chocolates. It was addicting.

My eyes widened when he grabbed both my thighs and pushed them down on the bed.

He pulled away from our kiss, taking a good look at my state opening widely for him.

"Hold them for me, Princess." He demanded and I held both my thighs down and wide for him.

I don't even know if Princess was an endearment or a formality.

I watch as he slid the Balenciaga garter slightly downwards, allowing both of us to have a full view.

He fapped himself for a few glide and poked my clit with the head of his. And I almost wanted to let go of my thighs and just grab him in.

"Oh shit, condom." He suddenly cussed face palming himself.

The mood automatically went down the drain.

I let go of my thighs and sighed in disappointment. I sat up and watched Jungkook scrqtching the back of his head.

"I never expected this to happen so... I'm unprepared." He said.

I only sighed and shifted towards the bedside table, "Maybe there's freebies."

I opened the drawer of the bedside table and my lips automatically formed into a mischievous grin.

"Ultra thin, banana flavored, XL..." I showed him the yellow box I got from the drawer.

Jungkook took one sachet, "Do you hate bananas?"

"Did you know that Banana is called a 'happy fruit'?" I tilted my head.

"Why?"

"Because it actually lightens up your mood once you give it a taste." I explained.

Jungkook nodded.

He stared down at the blue sachet, "My mood's kinda down."

I smirked, "Me too."

2:59 pm...

"Holy... Ah~" I grabbed the sheets as Jungkook pounded inside me for as many as I could remember.

How many times did we do it?

Do we even have enough condoms left?

I already lost track of time.

"Oh, Lisa..." He groaned, going in deeper.

Onomatopoeia echoed in the suite. It's  as if none of us plans on eating dinner, lunch, i don't fucking know already.

All I know is that Jungkook is penetrating all my walls like a porn star and we're in his favorite position.

I burried my face on the pillow but he grabbed my hair into a ponytail and pulled me back up, kissing my nape from behind as he gave me rough thrusts, reaching the places where I wanted him to be.

"Fuck, c—"

I couldn't finish my sentence when his speed increased and pushed me lower on the bed.

He burried his face on my nape as our moans responded like we were having an unoffici verbal communication.

"Cumming!"

I couldn't hold it any longer and climaxed together with him for the nth time.

"Oh... ah..." His deep voice resonated in my ears when I felt his member throbbing inside of me, shooting its load.

We stayed like that for a good minute before he finally pulled his dick out and laid beside me.

He pulled out the condom full of his seeds and threw it on the floor.

I shifted towards him and rested my head on his chest as he catch our breaths. He pulled the sheets and covered us both with it.

"That was the last rubber." He said in between his pants.

I closed my eyes, "How many pieces were in the box?"

"Fifteen."

Oh wow... That was a lot, considering we only did it for a few hours.

"I guess we came too fast." I chuckled.

Jungkook suddenly kissed my forehead, "If I knew we were this good in bed, I should've had sex with you a long time ago."

"Just eat my pussy. You're better at oral sex than speaking." I joked.

He sighed, "But seriously, Lisa."

We both went silent when he tightened his hold around me. I looked up to him and he was staring at the ceiling.

"After this, are you going to search for Eunha?" I asked.

He scoffed, "Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Just answer it." I rolled my eyes.

"No."

His answer was brief and sudden, which I never expected.

"I've been chasing her my whole senior year and I knew she only compensated my feelings out of annoyance." He answered.

"What did you like about her that was worth fighting against our marriage contract?" I asked, tracing my finger on his perfectly sculpted abs to distract my emotions from going further.

Jungkook looked down on me, "Actually... I'm figuring that out myself. But all I could think about is just me and my hormones. Then the instincts of protecting her."

"I see..." I muttered.

"Are we really going to talk about Eunha after having sex?" He chuckled.

I shook my head, "I was just asking."

Silence surrounded us after that. None of us talked as I stared at his body and him, staring at the ceiling.

"Time sure flies quick." Jungkook muttered out of nowhere.

I smiled, "Even if we met in a different situation, you would still be in love with Eunha."

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore and it flowed down from my eyes. My tears dripping from Jungkook's skin made him look down at me.

"Even if I was a better fiancé and kinder than Eunha, you would still choose her—"

He didn't let me finish and suddenly shifted towards me, pulling me in his chest as I sob my tears out.

He tightened the hug as if he wanted me to acknowledge that.

"I'm sorry." he muttered.

I closed my eyes and hugged him back. This will be the last time we're going to interact anyway.

In the end, I'm still the cold hearted villain between Jungkook and Eunha's fated love story.