Your Voice Resonates, Too
Part 1
The music echoed through the building; the sounds from the microphones bouncing off the concrete walls resonating all throughout the stadium. I was used to this sound; the sounds of rumbling echoes and screaming fans. These were the typical things to be heard during every concert performed by the most popular boy band in the world.
I moved the aluminum lids from atop their corresponding metal dishes filled with different foods and placed them to the side. There was a lot of food to choose from on this buffet style table, including many hand-crafted dishes that I made just hours prior before traveling them from the large kitchen at my home to the North-West Stadium where the mid-tour concert was being held. It was then I heard what sounded like a crowd of people shuffling through the small hallway corridor outside the cafeteria door.
They must be done rehearsing.
I bent down to organize the extra utensils, plates, and boxes of trays that rested on the shelves below the buffet tables. I could hear the crowd moving into my area now. Styrofoam trays being lifted and metal spoons scooping up food from the table as well as different voices speaking all at once. “You guys really don’t know how to come into a room quietly, huh?” I stood up from my crouched position startling Hoseok, a spoon of kimchi fried rice falling like confetti onto the floor.
“Ah, we were wondering where our favorite chef was,” Namjoon stated while coming up behind Hoseok, planting his hands on his shoulders.
“I could’ve found out without being frightened, though,” Hoseok retorted.
“Ah,” I smiled brightly at my friend, while grabbing a napkin, “I’m sorry, Hobi, I didn’t intend to startle you.” I moved to the front of the table to scoop up the fallen rice while the boys went to a table to sit and eat.
I stirred some of the items on the buffet and placed more drinks into the ice bucket that sat beside the table before glancing back over to the table where the boys sat enjoying their lunch.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, -- Someone was missing…
“Hey guys, where’s Jungkook?”
Taehyung answered swiftly, “He wanted to finish his set for Euphoria again. He said something didn’t feel right.”
I nodded my head in response to this, not really knowing what to say. Jungkook always pushed himself to be the best he could, incredibly worried about disappointing anyone.
“Why don’t you come sit with us for a bit? You’ve been working hard, too,” Jimin says while dragging out a chair from beneath another table and pushing it towards the one they sat.
I stayed with the boys for a while, enjoying quiet banter as they finished their meals, staying long after they had finished to prepare to clean the area.
He came into the room and plopped into the crooked chair beside me. His hair disheveled and his frame curving into a shape that was relating to that of a weeping willow, Jungkook hung his head back against the chair. His eyes were shut, sweat glistening from his protruding Adam’s apple, and his mouth slightly opened as he breathed heavily. This is what exhaustion looked like.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” I spoke out quietly, my hand reaching over to brush his hair, that begun to stick to his forehead from the sweat, back to its place. He smiled that cheeky smile of his as I stroked his hair, my fingers feeling the waves of his dark locks entangling between the spaces of my fingers and separating them slowly.
I scooted my chair closer to him, allowing myself to have easier access to his skin, running my fingers along his jawline gently rubbing his skin, feeling the rough patches of hair just starting to poke the surface to create a five o’clock shadow. “I know, I need to shave again, right?” He spoke in a burly tone, his lungs still trying to gain back their energy.
“I don’t think so,” I continued to run circles across his skin, feeling every curve of his face beneath my fingertips as if to remember his every feature; “then again I like facial hair.” I rested my chin on his shoulder to gain a better look at him.
I could see his brain ticking, his eyes opening to look into mine. “I think you just like me,” he spoke in a cocky tone now, he is so full of it.
“Oh, yes. I just got to have all of Jungkook, all of the time!” I exclaimed pressing a teasing kiss against his cheek.
His smirk burned into me as he turned slightly to look into my eyes, his hair fluffed up from my fingers teasing the roots. He perks his lips out towards me, a genuine duck face for the naked eye. I lean forward and press a kiss against his lips, the warmth something I was familiar with as it wasn’t our first lip-lock.
The skin on his hand was a bit rough as it found its way to my face, his hand taking in the entire side of my face. I placed my hand over his and kissed him once more. He dragged my hand down and pulled my body over, me barely being able to stay in my own seat. “Come here.”
“Jungkook I don’t think this is the best place for –“
“No one is even here,” He tugged at me once more.
I got up and sat on his lap as he requested, playing with his right hand, spinning his rings along his pinky and middle fingers. I could feel his eyes on me as I did so, his other hand beginning to explore, fingertips rubbing and tugging on my waistband.
“Jungkook—“
His smile never fades from his face as he cocks his head to the side and looks up at me, those doe eyes burrowing deep into me telling me everything he wants.
“I swear to God if we get caught –“
His hand slid in between my waistband and my skin sliding the fabric down a bit, “we won’t, I promise.”
I stood up enough to slide my pants and panties down to expose myself, Jungkook adjusting his work-out pants to release his throbbing cock. He guides the head of his cock to the entrance to my dripping core with one hand while holding my hip with his other to guide me down. I take a slow deep breath before gently sliding my frame onto his engorged cock, its thickness stretching my walls ungratefully causing a gasp to release from my lips.
“Just go slow,” he was quick to reassure me, guiding my body down until it covered his cock, a wincing whine showing on his face, “how do you keep getting tighter?” He groaned.
“F-fucking kegel exercises,” I panted, just his dick filling my pussy was enough to leave me breathless.
Jungkook begins to rub my hips, his fingers curling and grasping hold of me, “what the fuck is a kegel?”
“It’s –“
His hips thrust up into me, his hands shifting my own hips to move with his causing me to gasp and moan loudly into the empty room.
Shit.
“Huh, is that a kegel?” He smirked once more before driving his cock into me repeatedly, his rhythm being found quickly with each thrust.
He thrusted his cock into my pussy as if to give it a new name. The tinging sharpness that filled every inch of my body recoiled back into the fire that grew quickly in my gut. I mewled out his name as I panted loudly into the still air, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounded ruthlessly into me, the head of his cock rubbing against my most tender of places, my walls tightening with each thrust.
Jungkook’s fingers loosened on one of my hips, his hand sliding into the front where my pants wear buttoned, before they started sliding to my knees. I draw my head back as his fingers find my clit; he pinches it tightly between two fingers and rolls the nub vigorously causing inhumanly sounds to resonate from my throat.
“I thought you didn’t want to get caught,” his smug remark blurred itself between pants and moans of pleasure he forced from my being, his thrusting never letting up.
I released whimpered whines against his chest, my body slowly turning into jelly as it was reaching its inevitable high. It was then Jungkook wraps his arms around my torso being sure to hold me against his chest in place and stood up, allowing my body to be placed on the table, left over food being smooshed into my shirt and exposed stomach.
“The hell, Jungkook, a warning would be n-ICE,” I wailed as Jungkook grabs hold of my shoulder and pounds into my pussy even harder, stroking against my g-spot releasing a scream of pleasure as I reached my high.
I breathed heavily as my bosom rubbed back and forth across a place of left over kimbap. Jungkook rolled his hips into me, the squelching sounds of my wet, fucked out pussy mixed with the sounds of the food being squished left a distasteful echo in the room.
Jungkook slides out of me, removes my pants and panties the rest of the way and pats my thigh. “Roll to your side.”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, I’m so close,” he pouts until I undoubtfully give in and roll to my side, Jungkook grabbing onto my leg and pulling me to the edge of the table, he teases my dripping core with his fingertips before sliding his cock back in, one of my legs being held up by his bicep.
I groan and bit down on my lip as Jungkook thrusts deeply into me. The feeling of his cock rubbing the sensitive tissue raising a new fire, one that was burning quickly. His hips clash into mine, the slapping sounds becoming the only sound now. “You take me so well, baby girl.”
Baby Girl.
I close my eyes and wince out tears as his thrusting becomes rapid and slowly erratic. He was reaching his high now, his pre-orgasm causing him to pause and grunt in a husky tone between thrusts until he finally pulled out and expelled his semen across the table and floor.
I sat up from the food/sexed table and bent down to pull my pants back on. My brain trailing into thoughts until I finally decided to ask him, his pants being adjusted and his hands playing with his hair.
“Hey, Kook,” I almost whispered.
“Hm?” He responded, beginning to brush off the food from my tainted shirt.
“Why’d you call me baby girl?”
Jungkook’s hand brushed off a bit a food before dropping it to his side, his hair hanging over his face to hide his expression until he finally cocked his chin up with that smirk on his face.