YALL NEW CHAPTER LETS GOOOOO!

YALL NEW CHAPTER LETS GOOOOO!

Sinful Lust | ch 3 (myg & jjk)

☆summary: Yoongi finds himself questioning everything that led to him enjoying both you and Jungkook in his bedroom life. Still, he folds for you both, but will he always do?

☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook

☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

☆genre: mostly smut, angst, snippets of life!au

☆warnings: alcohol, jealousy, establishing ground rules, curses, a crush, pet names, lies, explicit content: oral sex (male on male, male on female, female on male), mentions of anal sex, dom!Jungkook, dom!reader, sub!Yoongi, praise, degradation, fingering, jerking off, clit play, breast play, balls play, mouth fucking, anal fingering, unprotected sex (don't be stupid) cum play (kiss with a mouthful of cum? if that makes any sense lmao there might be a term for it but Idk it), begging

☆word count: 12.4k

☆a/n: Finally a Yoongi pov! I hope you enjoy this one! We're moving away from mostly pwp to finally start knowing more about the life of the characters outside of the bedroom. Thank you @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3

☆a/n pt2: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading

☆series masterpost

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Yoongi feels strange. He feels strange sitting at his kitchen table while you grab a notebook and a pen, strange catching Jungkook’s gaze, who purses his lips and looks at a knot in the wood of the table.

There’s want, in his younger friend’s posture. Yoongi sees it clear as day. Jungkook can barely conceal the looks he’s throwing towards you, and to Yoongi’s surprise, towards him too.

Of course, you suggested establishing ground rules. Inviting Jungkook over for dinner, that Yoongi cooked while you and Jungkook shared glasses of wine at the table, always making sure Yoongi also had one. And you always made sure he was included in the conversation too, but he’s realized that you and Jungkook have a complicity he didn’t even expect to form between the two of you.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous, but at night he knows he is the one you fall asleep next to. He’s been holding onto that fact for days now.

“So,” you start as you sit next to Yoongi.

Jungkook is across the table, arms crossed on his chest in a nonchalant and arrogant way that’s also been making Yoongi feel strange. Especially as his tongue keeps poking at his piercing, and Yoongi’s brain struggles with not picturing the way Jungkook’s tongue feels on his dick.

Needless to say, it feels far too good.

“So,” Jungkook echoes with a smirk ghosting on his lips. “Ground rules, huh?”

You nod, and your gaze burns into Yoongi’s profile before it falls to the paper in front of you. “Just so everyone is on the same page.”

Even though it was sort of his idea, Yoongi doesn’t even know what you all could establish as ground rules. He thinks about when he saw you and Jungkook together, looking the perfect picture of a happy couple, and he has to rein in the jealousy that is threatening to overcome his senses.

“I was thinking…” you start, nibbling on the end of the pen as you visibly search for words. “I don’t think we mind if you have sex with other people, but maybe you could always wear protection?”

Jungkook chuckles, tilting his head to the side. “Of course. I always wear protection.” He pauses, seems to ponder for a time before he adds, “Usually, that is”.

Because you haven’t worn protection when you’ve had sex together. Which reminds Yoongi of how it felt to fuck you at the same time as Jungkook, and he doesn’t have to look down to see his semi appearing, pushing against the fabric of his pants. He shifts in his seat, watching you as you scribble the rule on the page.

“Is it really necessary to write it down?” Jungkook asks, sounding more genuine than Yoongi expected. “Isn’t it weird to treat it like a contract?”

You fake-glare at him, and Yoongi doesn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes light up when you laugh. He chuckles too, just because he hates feeling left out.

“I mean,” he says, and both your gaze and Jungkook’s move to him. “It kind of is a contract, when you think of it.”

Jungkook snorts. “Way to make it not sexy at all, hyung.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and prepares a retort when you gently pat his arm, and his head goes empty.

“Do you have something you’d like for us to add?” you ask Jungkook. “Any rule that comes to your mind?”

“You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he fires back.

“IUD.”

Yoongi sits back in his chair as you add that, formulating it as a “contraceptive method”. It’s a little funny, but then he imagines what would happen if you got pregnant with Jungkook’s child. It’s enough to douse him in a cold shower, and he nibbles at his lower lip as your eyes slide to him.

“And you?” you enquire. “Anything you can think of?”

He holds your gaze, lets you read it in his eyes more than he lets it show in his tone. Because he doesn’t want you to think it’s pettiness, or jealousy, even though it probably stems from that. Indeed, he says, “No sleeping in the same bed”.

You nod, all business-like, putting the rule down. Before you even finish writing it, Jungkook is quick to speak.

“No one fucks my ass,” he says, half-joking.

Yoongi clenches his jaw, especially as the thought of fucking Jungkook makes his dick strain against his pants, and he has to shift in his seat again.

“Noted,” you reply pensively, writing it down under the previous rule. As the two men remain silent, you raise your head, gaze going between them a couple of times before you say, “Would you guys be willing to hang out for more than just sex? Just to make sure we always are comfortable with each other?”

Jungkook’s gaze is on you when he answers, “I’d love to”.

It has Yoongi clenching his jaw again, but who would he be to say no? Jungkook is one of his closest friends and adding you into the mix shouldn’t have to be weird.

Though he reckons everything has been weird lately.

You look happy, and you put it down on the paper as Yoongi shifts again. Jungkook glances at him, and a smirk grows on his lips once more.

“Something wrong, hyung?”

Yoongi’s cheeks burn, and he slightly shakes his head. “Nah, all good.”

“You look flustered,” Jungkook adds, all teasing.

Fuck.

You glance at him, eyes darting to his dick once. “Gosh, Yoons.” You pat his thigh, far too close to his cock for comfort. “Can’t even wait until we’re done with establishing ground rules, can you?”

He curses, slightly shaking his head. He wants to be able to bite back, to say something that would make you flush with arousal, but he’s never been good with that.

“What about a safe word?” you suggest, eyes trailing to Jungkook.

“That could be a good idea,” Jungkook approves. “Hyung, anything in mind?”

“We can go with the usual ‘red’.”

It’s indeed the one you’ve established in your relationship, and it feels simple to just add Jungkook to it. The latter nods, agreeing to Yoongi’s idea.

“Simple enough,” he comments.

There’s a prolonged silence then, as no one can think of another ground rule. Jungkook keeps eyeing you, and as a reflex Yoongi drapes an arm on the back of your chair. You glance at him and offer him a smile.

“So,” you say as you glance down at the list. “We can always add more if we think about something else.”

Jungkook nods. “Sounds like a plan.”

Both of them turn towards Yoongi, and Yoongi meets your gaze. “Works for me too.”

You grin, and you put the pen down before grabbing your wine glass. You’re the only one that isn’t done drinking, and Yoongi watches your throat work as you swallow.

He wants you. He wants you right now, wants to be the reason why you come. He wants Jungkook to watch and not be allowed to touch, wants to remind him what his place in the relationship is.

It’s primal. An animalistic urge, and it’s making his semi grow harder as his imagination runs wild.

“Do you guys want to drink more?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi’s gaze snaps to his friend, and the smirk on Jungkook’s lips is enough to convince him to turn towards you.

“Babe,” he tells you.

You cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“Let’s get some whiskey?”

You nod, smiling as you lean forward. You press a kiss to his cheek, and then you get up and go grab the whiskey. As you grab some glasses, Yoongi meets Jungkook’s gaze again. Now, there’s a knowing glint in Jungkook’s eyes, and it makes Yoongi shift in his seat.

“Are you sure you want to drink more, hyung?” Jungkook teases. “I’m getting a feeling that you’re already ready to go.”

“Jungkook!” you say as Yoongi remains silent, clenching his jaw.

It’s true. He’s ready enough to go, but he’s frustrated. He really doesn’t want Jungkook to touch you today.

You put ice in three glasses, while all Yoongi’s able to do is watch Jungkook. The latter falls serious, cocking his head to the side. “Unless that’s not what you want?”

Yoongi scoffs. “Just want to treat my girl right tonight.”

You stay awfully silent, as Jungkook smirks again. It’s dangerous, the way he does it, and Yoongi can’t help but palm himself through his pants.

“You want to make her feel good?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes.”

Yoongi hears you pour the whiskey, but he still can’t look away from Jungkook. It’s almost as if he’s in a trance, and it only gets stronger as Jungkook says, “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”

Yoongi’s unable to hold Jungkook’s gaze after that, and his eyes fall to a spot on his friend’s chest. “I don’t want you to touch her tonight.”

“What?” you let out as you put a glass down in front of him, and then slide one to Jungkook. You lean against the table, folding your arms on your chest as you look down at Yoongi. “So you get all the fun?”

You’re saying it teasingly, with a smile on your face, but when you notice that he’s fully serious, the smile falls. It’s replaced by fire in your eyes, and Yoongi can’t help the smirk that grows on his lips.

“Why don’t you sit on the table?” he says, surprising even himself with the dominance in his tone.

You obey, and his eyes fall to your naked legs. You’re wearing a skirt, and he already imagines just taking you right then and there.

“So I’m just supposed to watch?” Jungkook asks, laughing slightly.

Yoongi runs a hand on the inside of your thigh possessively as he grabs his glass of whiskey and knocks it back in one long gulp. He meets Jungkook’s gaze again then, and he tilts his head to the side.

Jungkook’s lips are parted, and his tongue darts to play with his piercing. It’s a gesture Yoongi’s always found hot, and right now it makes his blood boil in his veins. It’s almost enough for him to lose his hold on the dominance, but he’s saved by you when you say, “Suck his dick, JK. Show him that you can make him feel good too.”

Jungkook chuckles dryly, shaking his head no. “I’m curious what hyung has in mind,” he says to you. “What do you have in mind?”

The question is directed to Yoongi, and he wets his lips. You’ve offered him salvation, because all he has to do is repeat, “Suck my dick, Jungkook-ie. I want to hear you choke on me.”

“Damn, Yoons,” you let out, and your mouth falls open as his long fingers find your entrance over your panties. He hisses in satisfaction as he finds you already soaked, especially as you add, “You want to be in control tonight?”

He does. He always wishes he was in control, but he struggles with it. Folds whenever you look at him with your sultry eyes, whenever Jungkook uses that commanding voice of his. And Jungkook knows. His younger friend knows, and uses it against him.

Perhaps choosing Jungkook as the one to join you two for threesomes was a bad decision after all. Because, would Yoongi ever be able to tell Jungkook no?

He highly doubts so.

And maybe that’s why he wants Jungkook to be choking on his dick. Because Jungkook can’t control him like that, can’t look at you with wonder in his big eyes, like he’s been looking at you since the first day he met you.

Yoongi thinks his blood is running cold, but you lean forward, and press a kiss on his cheek. It settles the wave that was cresting over his heart, sends it back into the slumbering depths of the ocean in his chest. And as you drag a finger on his jaw, slowly, the ocean starts boiling again.

“You want me to spread my legs for you?” you ask.

Unable to find words, Yoongi only nods. Nods as his eyes dart to Jungkook, who’s sat back in his chair. From the looks of it, he’s already unbuttoned his pants, entirely prepared to watch Yoongi and you going at it.

It shoots the boiling sensation right to his dick, and Yoongi feels it straining against the fabric of his pants once more. He thinks he might be sick and twisted, to enjoy the ache that comes with you and Jungkook together. To enjoy the power trip of knowing that, at the end of the day, you’re still his.

And tonight, he’ll prove that to Jungkook too.

You sit back on the table, searching for a more comfortable position before pushing the notebook and the pen on top of it away. You’re fully dressed, yet you spread your legs wide open to make space for him, and Yoongi stands up. He grabs your face, tilts your head slightly back, and then leans to suck a deep, purple mark on your neck.

He then sits back down, glancing at Jungkook.

“Why don’t you suck my dick while I eat her out?” he tells his friend, and Jungkook looks conflicted. Conflicted, but the moment you look at him over your shoulder, Jungkook folds.

Yoongi sees it. Every time, he sees that Jungkook only gives in because of you. He doesn’t know if he likes it, just knows that the feeling of Jungkook’s lips and piercing on his dick is incredible every time.

He’s become addicted to it already, hasn’t he?

Jungkook goes under the table, moving closer to Yoongi before sitting back on his heels. His pants are unbuttoned but he’s abandoned his dick, instead resting his large hands on his muscular thighs. The fabric stretches over his legs, sinfully so, and Yoongi feels his desire for his younger friend in every single drop of blood his heart pumps in his veins.

He’s so damned confused.

So he focuses on your spread legs, on the way you’re already breathing lightly, chest moving up and down rapidly. He grabs your ankle, forces you to put your leg on his shoulder even though you’re still fully clothed, and he leans forward to inhale your sweet scent.

When Jungkook hesitantly palms him through his pants, Yoongi loses it. He once again sits back in his chair, and though he tries to sound commanding, his voice is whiny when he tells you, “Take off your panties and shirt, but keep the skirt.”

You smirk at him, the empress and he the mere servant, but you still obey. Still rid yourself of your shirt and underwear as Jungkook just remains kneeling there, watching with big doe eyes clouding with lust with every item of clothing that you remove.

Yoongi can’t help himself. He quickly pushes his pants down his legs along with his boxer briefs, releasing the pressure of the fabric on his dick. Precum already beads at his tip, and he grabs his base to squeeze once, looking at Jungkook.

“Get to work,” he tells his friend.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, almost innocently. “You haven’t even touched her yet, hyung. Can’t let her be forgotten.”

Yoongi gulps when you tip his head back with one finger. “Oh, don’t worry”, you purr. “Watching you choke on him is plenty enough pleasure for me.”

Yoongi wants to whine, wants to tell you that you saying so is almost enough to make him bust on the spot, but he reins in the words, reins in his will to submit to you, the way that he always does. Instead, he smirks at you lazily, wetting his lips.

“But I want to get drunk on you,” he tells you, voice low and husky.

It’s your turn to gulp, as you lean back on your hands, putting one leg on his shoulder again. “Then get to it, baby. Show me how good you can eat me out.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Yoongi immediately leans in, pushing your skirt up so he can lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. He barely touches the bundle of nerves, but you still moan softly, carding your fingers through his hair.

And when you tug, he can’t help the small whimper he lets out, and he hopes it went unheard to both you and Jungkook as he sucks on your clit, hard. The sound you let out rivals his own, and maybe Jungkook didn’t care anyway because he grabs Yoongi’s cock, jerking him off while Yoongi busies himself with drinking you in. With exploring every crevice of your pussy that he can reach, plunging his tongue deep inside of you as you look down at him, pink lips parted in pleasure.

But he’s bound to lose. Yoongi knows it. Knows that the second Jungkook’s tongue will be on him, he’ll forget everything about defiance and control. He’ll turn into your own little toy, and he knows he’ll do anything for you. For you, and for the man between his legs.

So, he really focuses on you. Really tries to stay buried between your legs, but the second Jungkook’s tongue laps at his slit, he hisses, resting his face on your thigh. You’re merciless – you pull his hair hard, force him back to your pussy. And he obliges, even though Jungkook is now sucking on his tip, and all of his blood aims for his dick, leaving his head empty and dizzy.

You taste good. Sweeter than honey, as you always do. When he first started dating you, Yoongi loved eating you out for hours. Didn’t need you to touch him to be satisfied. Only needed to get drunk on you, on your taste and your heady scent and on every little sound you make.

Today, this hasn’t changed. Especially not as you let out a broken “Yoons…”, and then he’s sucking on your clit before circling it relentlessly, giving in more pressure before stopping, teasing the sensitive organ until you’re grinding in his face.

You’re exactly where he wants you to be. But he’s not there yet. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to unleash himself on you. Especially not as Jungkook takes more of his dick in, and he feels the piercing on every inch of his cock. Feels Jungkook’s wet tongue as it flattens against his dick, caressing the side until Jungkook stops, swallowing around his tip.

Yoongi has to pull away again, and you whine, perhaps in anger. He doesn’t even care. Only knows that he wants to fuck up into Jungkook’s mouth, wants to hear the lewd sounds his younger friend would make as he’d choke on him.

But Jungkook has sensed him moving. Because he pulls away, and Yoongi feels entranced with the sight of the string of saliva connecting his dick to Jungkook’s mouth. When Jungkook smirks, it breaks, yet all Yoongi can do is keep staring at those sinful lips, previously wrapped around his cock.

“Why aren’t you eating her out anymore?” Jungkook asks smugly. “Getting distracted?”

Yoongi can’t help himself. He grumbles, “Fuck off”, which earns him a squeeze of his dick that sends his mind flying up to the sky above.

“Look at that dirty mouth,” Jungkook says. “He thinks he can just speak to me like that?”

You laugh, and Yoongi thinks it’s a little mean. But he’s always liked that, always liked you degrading him, and his balls feel so fucking tight he thinks they might explode.

“Let him be, he was missing you,” you tease.

He was. Damn him, Yoongi was missing Jungkook.

He really is confused, isn’t he?

“Why would I suck the dick of such a brat?” Jungkook ponders aloud.

“If you want us to make you feel good after, you better not stop sucking him,” you tell Jungkook, and there’s so much command in your voice Yoongi expects Jungkook to fold.

This time around, Jungkook resists though. Sits back on his heels, lets go of Yoongi’s dick to palm himself instead. “Baby, he doesn’t want me to touch you tonight.”

Yoongi doesn’t miss the slight pout of your lips. And he hates that you two are discussing him like he’s not there, but he’s just gone mute. Mute and stupid and everything in between. There’s not enough blood left in his brain for him to formulate a coherent thought after all.

“Oh, Yoons will make you feel good,” you promise Jungkook. “Right, baby?”

That he can. Because if it’s him touching Jungkook then maybe he won’t have to watch how Jungkook holds you, or how Jungkook never finishes when it’s both of them with you. Only finishes when he’s got you all to himself, something Yoongi partly hates, though you’ve never forgotten about him once.

Perhaps he’s too possessive for this.

Jungkook leans forward, swirls his tongue around Yoongi’s tip, and just like that Yoongi knows he’s not too possessive.

He wants Jungkook just as badly as Jungkook wants you. And maybe that’ll explode in his face one day, but for now he just wants to enjoy it while he can.

“Yeah,” Yoongi breathes out, wondering if you and Jungkook can hear that he’s battling himself, heart and mind and dick all aching for different things.

“Let’s head to the bedroom, then,” you suggest. “We have more space over there for us three.”

There’s male satisfaction in Yoongi when you grab his hand to pull him behind you, letting Jungkook follow on your heels. And Jungkook and Yoongi exchange a look – a careful, assessing glance, as you walk in the bedroom, dropping Yoongi’s hand to lay down on the bed after having removed your skirt.

“Why don’t we start with you two kissing, mmh?” you suggest.

Yoongi also doesn’t hesitate for that. And Jungkook kisses him with a fervor he wasn’t expecting, making his dick ache from being untouched. But it doesn’t last long – Jungkook wraps a hand around his cock, pumping him a few times.

“Shit, hyung,” he says when he pulls away from the kiss, looking down at Yoongi. “You’re so fucking hard already.”

“He’s always hard for us,” you purr from your spot on the bed.

A glance at you makes Yoongi weak in the knees. You’ve got two fingers knuckles deep in your pussy, your legs spread open for the two men to see, and you’re rolling lazy circles on your clit with your other hand.

“Can’t help it when you guys feel so good,” Yoongi says, not expecting to actually speak out loud.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, and it sounds so much like a moan Yoongi wants to walk to you, spread your legs even wider so he could fuck into you, so hard you’d forget anything other than his name. “Suck him,” you beg. “I want to see you swallow his cum.”

“Baby…” Jungkook lets out.

Yoongi doesn’t know how his hand reached for Jungkook’s neck. Only knows that he’s tightening his fist against his friend’s throat, restricting the air flow to his brain, and Jungkook shoots him an alarmed look.

“Get on your fucking knees,” Yoongi orders, and this time Jungkook does fold, dropping to his knees as Yoongi releases his throat.

“Good boy,” you praise from the bed.

Jungkook tries to turn his head towards you, but Yoongi has had enough of that. So he forces his friend to keep his eyes fixed on him, and he taps the head of his dick against Jungkook’s lips.

“Open up,” he growls.

Jungkook obeys. He parts his lips, big, doe eyes narrowed in lust as Yoongi pushes his cock in his mouth.

“I want to fuck your mouth so bad,” Yoongi murmurs, not breaking eye contact.

He’s trying to tell Jungkook that one more fucking baby to you and he’ll be dead. He doesn’t know if Jungkook understands. Only that he somehow grabbed a hold of his balls, squeezing just a little harder than he likes it, which makes Yoongi hiss in pain.

“You think you deserve it?” Jungkook asks when he pulls away.

You moan from the bed, but both men don’t look at you this time around. And Yoongi likes it. Likes that Jungkook’s full attention is on him for once, and he doesn’t want to miss the opportunity.

“I let you fuck my girl, the least you can do is let me fuck that dirty mouth of yours,” Yoongi hisses through his teeth.

Jungkook bites his lip, before offering a dark smile to Yoongi. “I tap your leg if it’s too much?”

Yoongi nods, but still waits for Jungkook to wrap his lips around his cock before he does anything. The second those sinful lips are once again wrapped around his dick though, Yoongi lets go of all of his restraint. He fucks Jungkook’s mouth, relentlessly, snapping his hips forward in short, hard thrust as Jungkook chokes around the tip of his cock, though surprisingly doesn’t tap his leg.

Jungkook wants to be good. That much Yoongi can tell. And he wonders, does he want to be good because he can tell that this is actually hurting Yoongi a little?

Can he read him better than you’ve been reading him lately?

Yoongi chases the thought away as he chases his orgasm instead, refusing to shut his eyes lest he forgets he’s fucking Jungkook’s mouth, and not yours. And though your mouth feels like heaven to him, Jungkook’s is a close second and he knows he’ll reach his high in no time.

Jungkook gags a little harder than previously as Yoongi nears his orgasm, and he pulls out of his younger friend’s mouth, breathing raggedly.

“You good?” he asks, not enough of an asshole to not care about his friend’s wellbeing.

Jungkook nods. “I don’t know why girls like this shit cause it feels like hell,” he comments drily, before chuckling.

Yoongi feels the blush creeping up his chest and neck, before reaching his cheeks. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Jungkook reassures him. “But as much as I want you to feel good, I genuinely don’t think I’m ready to have your cum in my throat.”

Yoongi tries to hide his disappointment, though it goes unnoticed as Jungkook immediately turns his head to look at you.

“Why don’t you come in her mouth instead?” he suggests.

Not really being able to say no to that, Yoongi looks at you too. You’re still circling your clit, lazily, and your chest is flushed red, beads of sweat collecting on your forehead. Just from the sight of you, Yoongi knows that you’ve already orgasmed. He’d tease you for it, tell you that you’re quick off the mark, but something about the fact that you orgasmed watching Jungkook choking on his dick makes him want to grab Jungkook and force him to swallow every drop of his cum.

He resists, not wanting to push his friend’s boundaries, and instead walks to where you are waiting on the bed. You find it in you to lazily smirk up at him as he climbs on top of you, but a second later he’s crashing his lips on yours, wiping the smirk from your features. You lose your hands in his hair, tugging hard, which only makes his balls grow infinitely tighter. He doesn’t know what Jungkook is doing where he left him, and frankly, right now he doesn’t care.

Right now, he just wants to feel your walls rubbing against his dick. So instead of aiming for your mouth, like Jungkook suggested, Yoongi fists his cock, aiming right for your entrance. You break away from the kiss, resting your head on the bed, and your ragged breath fills the air around you.

“Your shirt,” you whine as he’s about to push inside of you.

He pauses, conflicted, before kneeling back on his heels so that he can quickly take off his shirt. He notices your eyes going behind him and he can’t help but look over his shoulder too.

Jungkook has taken off his clothes too. He’s standing there, muscles rippling on his chest and abdomen as he jerks off, teeth digging in his bottom lip as he watches Yoongi and you.

“Don’t stop for me,” Jungkook teases, flashing a corner smile before he lets out a grunt, probably because he’s started squeezing his dick harder.

Yoongi is going to go insane. He wishes it was his hand around Jungkook’s cock, him that’d pull moans and grunts and curses out of the pretty mouth of his friend. But he resists, focusing on you instead. Focusing on your awaiting eyes, on the sleek juice that coats the tip of his dick when he rubs it against your fold.

“What’s got you so wet?” he asks you.

You reach between the two of you, grabbing the back of his neck the moment he pushes in so you can pull him down, closer. “You,” you whisper in his ear, for just him to hear.

Because of course you always take the time to reassure him, whenever you have sex with Jungkook too. To reassure Yoongi that it’s him, that Jungkook doesn’t matter like he does. Or maybe that’s just what Yoongi likes to tell himself, or else he’d go crazy.

“Fuck,” he curses lowly, and then he pulls almost all the way out, before slamming into you again.

You moan in his ear, fingers digging in the back of his neck. Your nails are pressing on his skin, and the slight pain spurs Yoongi on, sending him into a frenzy of pounding into you so hard the bed rocks against the wall.

He knows he won’t last long at this rhythm. But he doesn’t care – his orgasm is just on the horizon, and he wants to sprint toward the blessed oblivion, to forget that one of his closest friends is jerking off behind him right now.

But he can’t forget. Not when the thought of it forces him to look back. Jungkook has gotten closer. If he wanted to, he’d be able to touch Yoongi. And when Yoongi’s gaze connects with Jungkook, Jungkook tilts his head to the side.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks Yoongi. And only Yoongi, which for some reasons makes him want to kiss Jungkook.

“Fucking come closer,” he rasps, slowing his motions so that he can catch Jungkook’s lips in a kiss when his friend sits next to you.

Jungkook grunts in his mouth, and Yoongi thinks he’s about to come. Even though he’s slowed down fucking into you, he’ll come, and he’ll come hard.

Because Jungkook decided it was time to finger his ass, and the tight ring of muscle barely resists before Jungkook is able to push one slender finger in up to the first knuckle.

“Shit,” Yoongi whimpers.

“That feels good?” Jungkook asks. He glances at you, at your fucked out expression, and then settles his gaze on Yoongi again. “To be balls deep inside of her while I’m fingering your ass?”

Yoongi moans this time, especially as you roll your hips, bringing friction to his dick. He shuts his eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, but as soon as Jungkook starts fingering his ass, pushing in and out in quick motions, he loses it.

He comes, and he comes hard. So hard he thinks his balls will explode, and he can’t help the whimpers he let out in your neck as he bends down. You hold him tight against you, whispering praises in his ear, and his dick keeps on twitching inside of you, his release filling you up.

When the orgasm finally leaves him empty, Yoongi can’t move. Especially not as Jungkook is still fingering his ass, and he thinks, if you both gave him a minute, he’d be able to go again. But you’ve got other things in mind. Indeed, one of your hands leaves Yoongi’s back, and when Jungkook curses, Yoongi can only imagine that you’ve started touching his friend.

A glimpse to the side reveals that you are indeed jerking Jungkook off, and precum glistens on the tip of his younger friend’s pretty cock. It’s instinct that guides Yoongi down until he’s licked at Jungkook’s tip, which earns Yoongi a hiss from him.

And when Jungkook buries a second finger in his ass, Yoongi starts sucking his friend, while you hold his cock up for him. It’s a little awkward at first from the position, so Yoongi moves, releasing you from the prison of his limbs. From the corner of his eyes, he sees you reach up to Jungkook’s cheeks, sees you kissing his friend languidly, but right now he doesn’t care.

Not when Jungkook’s sweet precum is slowly coating his mouth.

So he focuses on that. Focuses on the taste of his friend, on his hard cock in his mouth. On the fingers in his ass, that haven’t stopped moving since they found their way there. He focuses on the sensations, not caring that you’re probably still kissing Jungkook, that the grunts Jungkook lets out are swallowed by your avid mouth. No, right now, Yoongi really wants to share his younger friend with you, even if he knows it’ll hurt later.

He pulls away, one hand wrapping around the base of Jungkook’s cock so that he can lick on the side of his friend’s dick, aiming for his balls. And when he sucks one in, Yoongi holds Jungkook’s cock up for you, and you dip down to suck on the tip hard.

“Fucking shit,” Jungkook curses.

And then he slaps Yoongi’s ass, so hard it stings, and Yoongi lets go of Jungkook’s ball to watch you as you take all of Jungkook’s cock in your mouth, or at least all that fits.

“Why don’t you come in her mouth?” Yoongi suggests as he watches the pleasure on his friend’s features.

Jungkook only nods, clearly unable to form words as you start bobbing your head up and down quickly, letting out choked sounds whenever you’re all the way down.

And perhaps it’s mercy for his friend, but Yoongi pulls Jungkook’s hand away from his ass. As much as it felt good, he has an inkling that Jungkook doesn’t quite enjoy bisexual action as much as he himself does, and he just wants his friend to feel good. To come in your mouth rather than in your pussy, which for some reason doesn’t feel quite as bad to Yoongi.

Especially not as he sees the moment Jungkook unravels, his features turning pained as he lets out a broken curse and then digs his teeth in his lower lip. Unable to resist, Yoongi leans forward, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s neck before sucking on the skin, hard, leaving a mark behind. It only makes Jungkook moan again, and a few seconds later, you’re sitting back on your heels.

Yoongi looks at you as Jungkook forces you to open your mouth, and the sight of his friend’s cum in your mouth makes his dick twitch.

“Kiss him,” Jungkook orders.

Your hungry eyes turn to Yoongi, and a second later you’re kissing, and the heady taste of Jungkook’s cum fills Yoongi’s mouth. He swipes his tongue in your mouth, wanting more of it, more of the insanity, and you both don’t notice that Jungkook has moved to the side, giving you space, as Yoongi pushes you down on the bed, his dick hardening by the second.

Jungkook laughs condescendingly at the sight. “I won’t be able to resist if you fuck her again.”

Yoongi pulls away from your lips, spit and cum on his lips as he looks at Jungkook. “To resist what? Fucking her too?”

Jungkook’s brows knit together, and he looks down at you. His features relax when your gaze connects to his, and Yoongi hates it. Hates the softness that grows on Jungkook’s features.

“I want you both,” you breathe out from under him.

The statement stings, yet all Yoongi does is push in you, satisfied to feel his cum still lubricating your walls.

“You’re mine, baby,” he can’t help but say. And he’s aware that he doesn’t necessarily call you baby a lot. Maybe he just wanted to see how Jungkook would react.

And Jungkook does react. If he was aroused a moment ago, he clearly isn’t anymore. Indeed, he just sits on the side of the bed, head angled away from Yoongi and you, and Yoongi immediately starts pounding in you again, until you’re a moaning and writhing mess under him, until you’ve clawed at his thighs and left red marks behind.

Only then does he pull out, grabbing Jungkook’s jaw to force him to look at him.

“You want to fuck her too?” he asks his friend, needing to chase away the shadows that seem to be clinging to Jungkook now.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook says. “I’m not even…”

“You think you can be a good boy and fuck her?” Yoongi asks.

He doesn’t even know why. Doesn’t even know where he found the commanding tone in his voice, but it does the deed. The shadows change into a darkness that means nothing good on Jungkook’s features, especially as he glances at you.

And gulps once.

“Maybe I can fuck her ass while you fuck her pussy,” Jungkook suggests.

It’s then that Yoongi remembers he told Jungkook not to touch you tonight.

“Where do you want him?” Yoongi asks you then.

“Everywhere.”

Jungkook chuckles, while Yoongi runs a hand on your thigh. “Gotta choose.”

“Pussy,” you immediately say.

And though it does hurt Yoongi, he moves to the side to allow Jungkook to replace him between your legs. Jungkook is still semi-soft though, and to remedy the situation Yoongi leans down, wrapping his lips around the head of Jungkook’s cock. He sucks softly at first, and when Jungkook doesn’t stop him, he starts going harder, swallowing his friend’s dick, deep throating it easily as it is still not quite hard.

“Fuck, hyung,” Jungkook lets out.

And then Yoongi unleashes himself. Sucks Jungkook dry, until his friend’s dick is so hard he thinks it’ll explode in his mouth. Only then does he pull away, guiding Jungkook to your entrance. And he watches Jungkook’s cock sliding in you with barely any resistance, your sleek juice soon coating Jungkook’s dick as he starts ramming in and out of you.

Yoongi watches, listens to your moans and Jungkook’s grunts as he jerks off. Somehow, the sight of you coming under Jungkook makes him think he’s insane, because he enjoys it far too much. Enjoys the pain in his heart and the arousal in his lower stomach, the tightening of his balls. Everything feels too good, and when Jungkook slams in to the hilt and lets out a loud moan, clearly coming, Yoongi loses it too, coming all over his hand and the sheets underneath him.

It takes a long time for the three of you to come down from the high. Yoongi doesn’t even think he can speak – he just listens to you offering to Jungkook to sleep over in the guest room once again. Jungkook accepts the offer, cheeks turning pink as you exchange a look.

Yoongi closes his eyes, waits until Jungkook leaves the bedroom before opening them again.

“We need to clean the sheets,” you joke, and he offers you a half-hearted smile.

“We do.”

You furrow your brows, and Yoongi almost expects you to say something else. To ask what’s troubling him, like you would have done before. But somehow tonight you remain silent, waiting for Yoongi to say more, until you realize that he won’t.

He listens to you leave the room just like he listened to Jungkook leave before he gets up to clean himself with tissues. He feels dirty – he wants to take a shower to rid himself of the sensation. He heads to the bathroom, but he hears the shower is already on, and you and Jungkook speaking from inside the room. To his relief, he understands that you’re showing Jungkook how to turn on the shower, and a few seconds later you’re walking out, clad in only a shirt.

You stop, meeting Yoongi’s gaze. “He said he’ll be quick,” you sheepishly tell him. “We can take a shower together after?”

Yoongi nods, sighing deeply. “Sure.”

And if you notice his lack of enthusiasm, you still don’t say anything. He wonders, is this hurting you too?

He doesn’t think he wants to know the answer.

*****

                The new employee is late, Yoongi realizes. He’s been leaning against the wall next to the elevators for over ten minutes, and the guy was supposed to show up five minutes ago, but he’s yet to appear.

Yoongi looks down at the paper in his hands, searching for the guy’s name again. Park Jimin. He’s waiting for a certain Park Jimin, and if that certain Park Jimin isn’t here in two minutes, Yoongi will tell the boss that the newcomer was a no show.

He sighs, glances at the clock on the wall and then decides that he’s done. You’re off early today, and he’d rather go home and see you.

He’s been needing to be with you more lately. To remind himself of everything that he loves about you, about your relationship. And it’s been easy. Yes, you’ve had sex with Jungkook a couple of times again. Each time, Yoongi thinks he’s insane, and yet he always gets out of it satisfied in ways you never really satisfy him when you’re alone. Not that you aren’t good, or that you aren’t enough. The mix of the pleasure of Jungkook and you together is just more.

He wonders when you’ll ask to see Jungkook again. And right as the elevator dings, he knows it has to be soon – you haven’t seen Jungkook in about two weeks, a new record now.

When Park Jimin walks out of the elevator, every thought empties out of Yoongi’s brain. He doesn’t remember how to speak, how to think, just that the man that appears in front of him is the prettiest he’s seen in his entire life. With a soft aura surrounding him, like he’s just walked out of heaven to grace the world with his presence.

And when Park Jimin actually smiles, hair ruffled by the wind outside, Yoongi thinks he is actually the most beautiful person – man or woman – he’s ever seen before.

“Hi, gosh,” Jimin lets out. He runs a hand through his unruly hair. “I am so sorry I’m late. I ran to get here.”

Yoongi feels his cheeks tinting with pink, right as he forces himself to shrug. He means to reply to Jimin, but all that he’s able to do is push up from the wall and clear his throat. Jimin politely waits, that damned smile still on his full lips.

“Hi,” Yoongi lets out. It sounds strangled, and he feels like a damn fool and all he wants is to disappear through the floor. “Welcome to the company.”

Jimin’s grin broadens. “Thank you. I assume you’re Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi nods. “The one and only. I’ll show you around tonight.”

He thinks it’s stupid that he agreed to this. That he didn’t suggest doing it in the morning instead, but Park Jimin sounded too friendly over email, when he’d instead suggested doing it tonight, so that he’d be all ready for his first day tomorrow, Yoongi hadn’t found it in him to say no.

“Thanks man,” Jimin says. “I’m again so sorry for being late.”

Yoongi can’t help the smile that grows on his lips. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t have anywhere to be tonight.”

Except he does, because you’re supposed to have dinner together, but being a little late won’t hurt, will it?

Especially not as he finds out that Park Jimin is equally as friendly in person. With an easy smile and laugh that Yoongi can’t help but reciprocate, and with bright eyes that dust Yoongi’s features with a pale shade of pink whenever Jimin catches him looking.

And Jimin pretends he doesn’t see. Yoongi is not surprised – someone attractive like him is probably already aware of all the attention that they get wherever they go. They bask in the attention, shine in it, in a pure, soft way that only makes Yoongi unable to tear his eyes off Jimin.

It doesn’t help that they’re to work closely together. Doesn’t help that Jimin’s desk is going to be right across from his. But Yoongi can’t bring himself to care. Not as Jimin profusely thanks him for showing him around and suggests grabbing lunch together the next day to get to know each other better.

Not even as he gets in his car, well over an hour after the time he was supposed to get home, just now realizing that he has four missed calls on his phone, all of them from you. He does feel a little guilty at the sight, but he doesn’t call back.

He’s going to be home in twenty minutes anyway. And when he gets home, he makes sure to apologize. To hug you tight, to pepper the side of your face with kisses. It chases Jimin out of his thoughts as you giggle and hold him just as tight, saying that he could have told you he had to work late tonight.

He only shrugs and guides you to the table, where you’ve already eaten dinner. You still sit with him, telling him about your day, while his brain produces an image of a previous dinner, with a certain Jeon Jungkook sitting across the table.

And perhaps it’s a trick of the light, or the glass of wine Yoongi has been sipping with the food, but when he looks up, he can almost see Park Jimin sitting there, smiling at him with a devious smile that makes his blood rush to his cheeks.

He can’t chase the image out of his mind all evening, and he finds himself lying awake that night, with you tucked in his side as you breathe deeply, sleep having found you a while ago. You’re warm, and you smell of your coconut shampoo and it’s a scent Yoongi’s always loved, but somehow all his brain remembers is the musky scent of Jimin’s cologne.

He shuts his eyes, frustrated, trying to chase the man out of his thoughts. He feels like he’s struck, like he’s got a teenager crush all over again, and he curses himself mentally. Curses Park Jimin too, even though the man is not to blame.

And right before he finally falls asleep, Yoongi realizes that perhaps the blame is actually on another man entirely.

*****

Late winter is unforgiving. It clings to the world, refuses to let go even though the sun rays warm up the days, melting the snow until it lies in puddles on the road. Night is a land of winter though, and Yoongi has slipped on at least three ice patches so far just trying to get to the bookstore.

He doesn’t know why he chose today to come here. He’s wanted to buy you a book for a while, since you’ve mentioned it a few weeks ago. That same night he got home late because he showed Jimin around the office…

But today is freezing and he wishes he was already home, cuddled up in a blanket, instead of walking to the bookstore where your story started five years ago. Indeed, you’d had your first date here so long ago. You’d bought a book for each other, reading it and annotating it before exchanging.

It’s one of Yoongi’s fondest memories with you. You’d sat right there in the old bookstore, back against a shelf, shoulder brushing his whenever you shifted. He’d smelled your perfume – Mon Paris by Yves Saint-Laurent, he’d later learn – and he’d right away known that he would grow to love the smell, to associate it with you wherever he went.

And he does now. If he catches a whiff of the perfume, he immediately thinks of you.

Yoongi finally reaches the door, and he pushes it open, bells ringing to announce his entry. The old man that’s usually behind the cash register is nowhere to be found, though Yoongi knows that he sometimes disappears in the back store to work on restoring some older books, something he’s always found quite impressive.

Perhaps he could get one of those books for himself today.

But first, Yoongi focuses on the book you’ve mentioned. Something about a dragon school and a shadow guy, but he doesn’t quite remember the name. It’s not his usual book, as he prefers non-fiction these days, but he still promised he’d read it too so that you could both tell each other what you thought of it, forming your own little book club.

He’s in front of the new books section when the old man greets him, appearing at the end of the aisle. They’ve been on a first name basis, so Yoongi barely startles when the elderly man calls his name.

He does startle a lot when he notices the beautiful man behind Seojun. Especially as said man’s eyes widen, before that same grin he’s come to love and hate appears on his lips.

“Yoongi!” Jimin lets out. “You followed me here?”

Seojun glances at Jimin. “You two know each other?”

“We’re colleagues,” Jimin gently tells the other man. “From my new job, you know?”

Seojun nods once, before shrugging. “Well, I’ll let you help him, then.”

The whole interaction just leaves Yoongi gaping at them, not knowing what to say. Because yes, he’s come to the conclusion that he indeed has a crush on Jimin. But who wouldn’t? It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you. It doesn’t mean anything at all, but to see Park Jimin in this space he associates with you feels strange.

Wrong, somehow. As if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

Jimin walks down the aisle, stopping next to Yoongi, his full lips still stretched in a smile. “What are you looking for?”

Yoongi snaps out of his trance, blinking a few times as blush creeps on his cheeks. He looks at the rows of books in front of him, but somehow, he doesn’t even remember why he was here in the first place.

“You work here?” he asks.

“I just help my granddad once in a while, when his arthritis hurts too much.”

Yoongi’s gaze widens. “Seojun is your granddad?”

“You’re on a first name basis with him?” Jimin counters back.

Yoongi chuckles, shrugging. “I’ve been coming here for years. He asked me to call him by his first name over two years ago.”

Jimin’s laugh is something straight out of a fairytale. Light and airy, gentle, soothing and yet angelic. Yoongi has come to hate it too, to hate the way it makes his heart race in his chest.

“You’re one lucky motherfucker,” Jimin jokes, gently nudging Yoongi with an elbow. “He doesn’t even let me do that.”

“Well,” Yoongi says, fighting the deepening blush. “You’re his grandson, that would be weird, no?”

“Mmh,” Jimin lets out. He tuts, before tilting his head to the side. “I guess so. But, enough of that. Anything I can help you with?”

Yoongi wonders if his heart always beats so loud, or if it’s just having Jimin here, in this place, that sends the organ racing for a finish line that doesn’t exist. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady the wild beats, but it does little to help.

All it does is make him inhale a whiff of Jimin’s musky cologne, and suddenly he feels like his head is spinning.

“Uh,” he chokes out. He hides it with a cough, hoping Jimin can’t sense his uneasiness. “I’m looking for a book? About dragons, and a school.”

“I didn’t take you for a fantasy reader,” Jimin comments. “You mean Fourth Wing?”

Relieved that Jimin immediately knew what he was speaking of, Yoongi nods his head. And he ignores Jimin’s comment – he indeed isn’t a fantasy reader. But how is he supposed to tell Jimin that the book is for you?

“Yeah, exactly that,” Yoongi answers carefully.

“It’s in the vitrine at the front, hold on a second,” Jimin says.

And then he walks around Yoongi, so close Yoongi feels the warmth of his body, and he gulps before Jimin walks out of the aisle, towards the front of the shop. It takes him a few seconds to follow, and he does find himself a little stupid that he didn’t notice it there, but he doesn’t say anything as Jimin grabs the book from a pile. He hands it to him, and Yoongi has to take a few steps towards Jimin to take it. He does so, cheeks burning from everything – from Jimin being here, from his proximity, from the way Jimin’s eyes are playfully shining where he’s standing.

He can’t wait to be home.

“I’ll get you good recommendations by tomorrow,” Jimin says. “Xaden’s hot, but I think there are better shadow daddies out there.”

Yoongi almost chokes on his saliva. He once again hides it in a cough, because what the hell did Jimin just say?

And then it occurs to Yoongi that Jimin never mentioned a woman, when it comes to his love life. Just said that he dated around a little bit, but that he’s waiting for the right person to come into his life.

But so what, if Jimin is gay? It doesn’t change anything. Yoongi loves you, you love him, and no matter how weird your sex life has gotten, nothing’s ever going to change that.

“Thanks man,” he tells Jimin, pointedly avoiding the way Jimin’s looking at him now. Instead, he focuses on heading to the cash register, and he pays Seojun while Jimin just remains in his spot, watching the whole thing.

“Hope you enjoy,” Jimin says once Yoongi is ready to leave. “Let me know when you’ve started it.”

Yoongi nods curtly. “Will do.”

Jimin offers him a last smile before he heads to the back of the store, disappearing between two stacks of books without even a word of goodbye. Yoongi takes it as a cue to leave, so he walks to the front door.

He’s about to push it open when Seojun speaks. “Is that book for Y/n? I think she’d love it a lot.”

Yoongi looks towards the old man. He’s watching him with a careful look on his features, as if testing the waters. Yoongi doesn’t really know why, but he still nods his head. “Yeah. You know, it’s right up her alley.”

Seojun nods wisely. “It is. Good evening, Yoongi.”

Yoongi tells the elderly man goodbye, and then he’s walking into the cold night outside, heart still racing from this whole exchange with Jimin. It’s a five minute walk to where he managed to park his car, so he keeps his head hung low as wind tries to rip his coat open. His fingers are frozen by the time he reaches the car, and he struggles to unlock the doors and get in. When he does manage to get in though, he quickly turns the keys in the ignition, blowing on his hands to try to get some warmth back in them.

His thoughts manage to trail to you then. To the bookstore, and the early days of your relationship, and to everything that he loves about you. It’s for that reason mostly that he finds himself wanting to go home, wanting to hold you close and breathe in your familiar scent. If he’s lucky, maybe Mon Paris will be clinging to your skin, and maybe he’ll forget that musky cologne Jimin uses.

He sighs, putting the car into drive before pulling up on the street. The drive is quick, as the bookstore is halfway between your place and work, and soon enough Yoongi is pulling into the underground parking lot, heading towards his dedicated parking spot. He’s quick to get out of the car, walking towards the elevators with his heart still beating out of his chest.

It’ll be better once he sees you. He just knows it will. Especially when you see he’s got the book for you. Maybe you can spend the night cuddled up on the couch and reading.

That sounds like a mighty plan indeed.

When Yoongi finally reaches your apartment, he walks in to the smell of a cooked meal. His stomach grumbles, making him realize that he’s been hungry all along, and before he even had the chance to take off his shoes you’re already throwing your arms around his neck.

“Yoons!” you let out.

He chuckles. “Hey, baby.”

And then you kiss him, gently. His heart settles in his chest, syncing with yours on that melody it’s known for years now, and you pull away from the kiss, eyes flitting to the book he’s holding.

“Oh my God, you bought it!” you say. You pull him into another tight hug, and he once again laughs, hugging you back with one arm.

“You mentioned you wanted it.”

You laugh. “I didn’t actually think you’d buy it.”

“I think you deserve it,” he says.

Your lips jut out in a cute pout, and he wants to kiss you again, wants to kiss you stupid, but you grab the book from his hand before walking towards the kitchen. “I made your favourite meal.”

Maybe he can wait until you’re at the table to kiss you stupid. So he kicks off his shoes, removes his coat and hangs it in the closet. After that, he follows behind you, stomach once again gurgling as the smell of the food just becomes stronger with every step. He’s already salivating, and he really can’t wait to eat.

You’re seated at the table already when he reaches the kitchen, book beside you, and he leans on the door frame for a second, just watching you. You catch his gaze, bright smile curving your lips upwards as your gazes hold.

“Come here,” you tell him, motioning to the seat across from you.

“Can I sit next to you instead?”

His suggestion makes your smile shine even brighter, and it takes just a few readjustments of the table’s arrangement for him to be seated next to you. You dive into the food, not quite waiting for him to be ready, though he doesn’t mind it.

The fact that you waited for him even though he was a little late pardons you by a lot.

“How was work today?” you ask as soon as you’ve swallowed your bite.

Yoongi answers, telling you everything. You smile and nod as he speaks, taking breaks to eat once in a while. Even if he’s starving, he knows just how important it is to you to have a conversation when you eat, so he indulges.

It’s worth the way your eyes have been shining with stars since he got here.

“Who’s Jimin again?” you ask innocently as Yoongi is telling you an anecdote that happened at work today – that is, Lydia spilling hot coffee on herself because she hadn’t seen Jimin was behind her.

She fortunately did not burn herself, but Yoongi understands the Park Jimin effect more than anyone.

And having you question him about Jimin feels strange, quite like the bookstore felt. He shrugs, glancing down at his plate to avoid your inquisitive gaze.

“Just my new colleague, remember?” he says.

“Oh,” you let out. “The one you showed around a few weeks ago.”

Yoongi nods. “The one and only.”

“You mention him a lot.”

Yoongi gulps – do you know he’s developed a crush on Jimin? Do you know that it’s been haunting him, that he wishes he didn’t feel this way?

It douses the happiness that’s been clinging to him since he got home, replacing it with guilt. “Well,” he starts. He doesn’t know how to explain, so he settles for the truth. Or at least part of it. “We work together. He’s replacing Ryan.”

“Right,” you say, nodding once.

Silence surrounds you, and Yoongi reckons maybe you don’t know at all. Maybe you have no idea of the treacherous thoughts that surround Yoongi like hungry wolves in the winter. And maybe he should be like you.

Maybe he shouldn’t entertain the idea of this crush with Jimin. Because it’s unfair to you. So he decides to let it go, to categorize Jimin into the friendship portion of his mind, and then he turns to you.

“What about you?” he asks then. “How was your day?”

And as you tell him about the text you had to translate, Yoongi focuses on you and you only, tuning out his surroundings. It’s easy to do when you rest a hand on his arm, mindlessly running a finger up and down the inside of his forearm. It makes his skin tingle, and his attention is solely on you as you speak.

On you and on the food, that is.

When you’re done eating, Yoongi takes care of putting the plates away, before joining you where you’ve already settled on the couch, a fluffy blanket in your lap and the book he bought on the coffee table next to you. You’re smiling at your phone, and you even let out a small laugh as he walks in.

“What’s got you laughing?” he asks, heading for the bookshelf where he left the book he’s been reading.

“JK sent me a meme,” you mindlessly reply.

Yoongi freezes for half a second before he resumes moving, grabbing the book. “Did he?”

It’s something he’s grown accustomed to. He and Jungkook barely texted before this whole ordeal started, so he’s not surprised that they haven’t started texting more. But he knows Jungkook has been texting you a lot – he’s got front row tickets to the show of your complicity each time you hang out after all.

But lately he’s been good at focusing on the sex. On the fact that each night it’s in his bed that you fall asleep, and not in Jungkook’s.

“Yeah,” you let out.

When Yoongi walks over to the couch, sitting on the other end of it, you turn your phone towards him. It’s a video of a kid getting hurt, and though some part of him aches for the poor kid, Yoongi has to admit that the way he falls is funny.

“Oof,” he says.

You nod. “I know.”

And then you’re turning off your phone, putting it on the coffee table to grab your book instead.

“We should invite Jungkook over for dinner this weekend,” you comment as you turn the pages to the end.

You always read the last line first. Yoongi doesn’t know why you do it – you’ve spoiled a good amount of books to yourself by doing this. But you always said you’d rather know what to expect in the end, and that it makes you expectant to read, like you want to race to the end.

“Come here,” Yoongi says instead of replying. He opens up his arms for you, and you immediately get that he wants to cuddle. So you crawl to his side of the couch, leaning your back against him as he wraps his arms around you.

When you’re settled comfortably, you ask, “Do you want to invite him over?”

Yoongi makes a noncommittal sound, not really feeling like replying honestly to your question. You push up from his chest, turning to look at him.

“That sounds like you don’t want to,” you point out.

Of course you’d know.

“I mean,” Yoongi lets out. He sighs, holds your gaze for a few seconds before he realizes he’s too much of a coward to keep holding it. “We haven’t really been intimate without him in a while.”

“Oh”, is the only thing that you say for almost ten seconds, though Yoongi sees when you understand what he means. “You’re right.” You lean back into his chest, head tilting to the side. “Then let it just be us this weekend.”

For some reason he’d expected you to insist, to find some way to convince him. That you relented so quickly makes Yoongi feel like he hasn’t been giving you the benefit of the doubt enough over the last few weeks.

It also makes him crave your touch, right about now.

“This weekend?” he repeats, voice low and husky.

You immediately sense the change. Pushing your hair behind your ear, you look at him over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

You say it like the brat you are, and he’s not enough of a dom to call you out. To act on it. Instead, he wets his lips. “What about now, mmh?”

You’re breathless when you say, “What about it?”

Yoongi puts his book down on the coffee table, before carefully grabbing yours too, putting it on top of the other one. He pulls the blanket well over the two of you, before sliding his hand down your arm, heading towards your stomach. He pulls your shirt up, circling around your navel once as you push back into him, as if trying to crawl under his skin.

“Maybe I could touch you right now,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Maybe I could remind you who you belong to.”

You shudder against him as he does it again, this time nibbling on your lobe. Feeling bold, Yoongi slides his hand downwards, until his fingers graze over the button of your jeans.

“How does that sound?” he asks. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your hand between my legs,” you answer with a sultry voice. “Please, Yoons.”

He chuckles lowly. “You don’t usually beg for it.”

“I miss your touch.”

The answer hurts him somehow, because hasn’t he been touching you? Every time you have sex with Jungkook, he touches you too, doesn’t he?

Or do you think that doesn’t count?

He swallows the lump that wanted to form in his throat, focusing on the now. Focusing on how you let out a breathy sound as he cups your pussy over your clothes once, before heading back to the button.

His deft fingers get it undone in just a few seconds, and you immediately push down your jeans. It makes the blanket move, but as soon as you sit back against Yoongi again, he rearranges it over the two of you.

“Should I spread my legs for you now?” you ask, though you’re breathless. Whiny, something you rarely are with him.

It gives him courage he doesn’t usually have around you. “Do you deserve it?”

You whine, turning to look at him. “What’s got into you?”

The only answer that you get is him pushing your panties aside, one long finger pushing between your folds so that he can sense your aroused wetness. He doesn’t slide it in, just teases your entrance, and your eyes grow unfocused.

“Yoons,” you breathe, and the pang in his chest reverberates through his soul.

He loves you a lot, doesn’t he?

He murmurs your name lovingly. “What do you want me to do?”

As he asks the question, he circles your clit with a gentle pressure.

“Finger me,” you say. “Anything, baby. You always make me feel so good.”

He loses it. Maybe he had insecurities because of Jungkook, or maybe he genuinely just missed touching you, but Yoongi loses it, plunging his finger in you, immediately arching it as he searches for the spot he knows makes you come in no time. You moan, mouth falling open, and you turn your head away from him so that you can rest it on his shoulder again.

Slowly, he pushes in and out, teasing you as he peppers gentle kisses on the side of your face. He does it for a while, knowing by the way you’re circling your hips that you want more, but don’t dare ask.

As if he wouldn’t give in to you the moment you’d beg for it. But he doesn’t wait for you to beg, instead increasing his speed, squelching sounds coming from between your legs. Because you’re soaking wet, your soft walls sucking in his finger so much he knows you’d feel heavenly around his dick.

Blood rushes down, and he feels his erection starting as he adds a second finger in you, and one of your hands flies back until you’ve grabbed a hold of the side of his face. He pumps harder, faster, purposedly hitting your clit with his palm each time he pushes in. You’re still writhing, squirming under him, but he’s relentless.

He wants you to come all over his fingers. He wants to feel your walls pulsating, clenching around his digits, wants to hear your breathy moans and curses as you come. So he keeps going, hard and fast, even though his forearm hurts a little. He doesn’t care about that, just cares about your pleasure.

Your orgasm finally hits when he sucks a mark on your neck. You turn limp in his hold, and he rides you through your high, his dick straining against his pants each time your walls pulse on his fingers. When you whine from oversensitivity, he pulls his fingers out of you, almost reluctantly.

You push the blanket off yourself before turning in his hold. You wobble slightly from the remnants of your orgasm, but you’re quick to start working on the buttons of his own pants.

“I want to choke on your dick,” is all you say, and he’s the one to whine this time around. Especially as you run a hand along his clothed erection, and the friction makes him want more.

He always wants more with you anyway.

He helps you take off his pants, though you only push them down enough for his dick to spring free. You watch it for a moment, and the cold air makes it twitch.

Or maybe it’s the way that you bite your lips.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper, and then you gently graze his dick with the tip of your fingers. “So ready for me.”

He hisses as you grab his dick, jerking him off slowly, with barely any pressure. You’re being a brat, you always are, and he fucking loves it. So he throws his head back against the armrest of the couch, and lets you touch him how you want to touch him.

You increase the speed as you say, “Fucking look at me when I’m touching you.”

His balls tighten and his dick twitches as he meets your gaze. You’re smirking, and you wet your lips.

“Should I suck you or should I bury you in my pussy?”

“Suck me,” he says in a pleading voice, unable to say it with a bite the same way that he knows Jungkook would have.

You bite your lower lip, nodding once. “Alright.”

And then you’re bending down, tongue flicking out to taste the precum on the head of his dick. He grunts softly, especially as your tongue swirls around his tip, playing with his frenulum for a few seconds before your lips finally close around him.

You suck hard, and this time he whimpers, mostly because he knows he won’t last long.

“That’s right, baby,” you say as you pull away. “Fucking whimper for me.”

He does. He can’t help but do as you suck him dry, throat working around his dick whenever you go all the way down. It feels heavenly, and when you cup his balls, Yoongi loses a hand in your hair, pushing your head down. You moan around him, and he groans again, cursing softly.

You pull away to lick a line from between his balls up to the tip of his dick, and the sight makes him go insane. He’s about to explode, he knows it, and you know it just as well. He expects you to be a tease about it, but you only jerk him off as you hold his gaze. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, doesn’t break eye contact as you finally take him in your mouth again.

And when his dick hits the back of your throat, Yoongi moans, and it turns into a series of curses as your hand that was squeezing his balls moves lower, until one of your fingers is brushing his asshole.

You pull away to say, “Should I finger your ass at the same time?”

And all he can reply is, “Baby…”

You take that as a yes, and the moment you’re fucking a finger into him and sucking on his tip, Yoongi loses it, shooting ropes and ropes of his cum down your throat. You swallow everything that he gives you, sucking him through his orgasm, and Yoongi’s mind is swimming in bliss by the time you’re done, sitting back on your heels as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

And then you’re wrapping your arms around his middle, laying your head on his chest. He shakes out of the ecstasy just enough to loosely hug you with one arm while he pulls the blanket back over the two of you.

“I love you,” you whisper against him, and his heart picks up its pace in his chest as if it’s the first time he’s hearing it.

“I love you too,” he answers.

You sigh contentedly, holding him tighter. “We should spend more time just us two, without Jungkook,” you contemplatively comment.

And somehow that puts a damper on the hammering in his chest. It squeezes his heart, and all Yoongi can do is nod.

You glance up at him, and he wonders if you know where his mind goes whenever you mention Jungkook. Wonders if you can tell he wants you just for himself, but doesn’t dare say it.

Not when you enjoy it so much. And he enjoys it too – it just hurts whenever he sees Jungkook buried inside of you.

You watch him carefully, as if you can see every thought in his head, but like you have been doing recently, you shrug it off before resting your head on his chest again.

Yoongi refuses to acknowledge how much it pains him. He tries to act like you, like he’s unbothered, but his arms around you loosen, and he’s barely holding you anymore.

You also don’t comment on that, and Yoongi forces his eyes close, trying to remember your early days.

He’d give a lot to go back to the early days, coated with affection and sweetness and love that was just for the two of you.

But he knows that nothing gold can stay – even the sunset fades faster than it should. And as you snuggle even closer, Yoongi can’t help but wonder, is your relationship just another sunset, bound to fade into darkness?

He doesn’t think he wants to know the answer to that question.

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Sinful Lust | ch 4 (myg & jjk)

☆summary: Jungkook has been living his life like he's riding a car, and he sees a wall looming closer. Will he hit, or will he find a way to avoid the collision?

☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook

☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

☆genre: mostly smut, angst, snippets of life!au

☆warnings: cursing, jealousy, a flashback to how it all started five years ago, alcohol, mention of social anxiety, some sort of cheating?, explicit content: unprotected sex, jerking off, tied hands/bondage ish?, oral sex (male and female receiving, male on male, male on female), face riding, mouth fucking, choking, hair pulling, anal sex, cumshot, protected sex, sexting, nudes, a side of degradation?, facetime sex, ass slapping, guided sex, creampie

☆word count: 8.6k

☆a/n: Jungkook pov time babyyy! I hope you will love it <3 Thank you @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3

☆a/n pt2: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading

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                Each time he’s with you and Yoongi, Jungkook has a hard time figuring out why, or how. Especially right now, as he lies under you while you fuck yourself on him.

He watches your breasts as they bounce on your chest, watches the light sheen on your skin from your sweat. Yoongi is jerking off next to Jungkook, and he can’t help but glance at that too – Yoongi’s frowning, mouth slightly open as he grips his cock hard, pumping fast.

Your walls clench around Jungkook’s dick, and he returns his attention to you as he grunts and you let out a moan, bending forward to rest your hands on his shoulders for leverage. Jungkook lets you do it, though he tugs at his restraints, his cock twitching as his hands are held back in place.

It was Yoongi’s idea to tie him up. At the mischief lighting up your gaze, Jungkook hadn’t been able to say no, and frankly, he doesn’t think he regrets his decision.

It started with Yoongi sucking his dick while you sat on his face, and Jungkook can still taste your sleek juice in his mouth. It’s inebriating, and he thinks he’s drunk – or perhaps he’s just swimming in ecstasy. Even if Yoongi fucked his mouth after that.

Jungkook doesn’t particularly enjoy the bisexual action he’s been partaking in with you and Yoongi. He doesn’t dislike it, but he doesn’t feel any sexual attraction to it. He doesn’t think he would touch Yoongi if it wasn’t for your begging eyes. But whenever you look at him, whenever you tell him to do something, Jungkook folds, unable to tell you no.

He’s convinced Yoongi’s caught up to it, yet it seems you’re still lost in the fog of oblivion. Or maybe the three of you are just too good at pretending that it’s not there, that he didn’t say yes to this whole ordeal just because he gets to fuck you.

You clench again, this time moaning his name, and Jungkook has the visceral need to pull you flush to his chest so that he can thrust into you just like he likes. Tugging at the restraints proves to be useless, and he lets out a frustrated groan even as you pick up your pace, visibly chasing your orgasm.

It’s hot. It’s fucking hot and Jungkook feels his balls tighten, though he reins it in – he’s not going to come yet.

Your right hand shifts to his neck, and then you’re choking him, though your up-and-down motion grows sloppy, as if you have trouble focusing. And you barely choke him – you were just looking for leverage, he assumes.

“Bend down,” he tells you. “Fucking bend down, I’ll make you come.”

At his words Yoongi grabs a handful of Jungkook’s hair, forcing his head back. But you do bend down, and Jungkook braces his feet on the mattress so that he can fuck into you. He sets a relentless pace, meeting Yoongi’s gaze as you moan into his neck.

Perhaps that will be enough to make him come after all. Because he knows your Yoongi’s. Knows he’ll never have you any other way. But when you cling to him like you are doing right now, Jungkook likes to believe that you’re his, too.

He knows you’re coming the moment your orgasm crashes into you, and he doesn’t relent, doesn’t slow down. You moan against his skin, and Yoongi pulls on his hair harder, and Jungkook thinks maybe he’s coming too.

He keeps it in at the last second, his balls hurting from the denied orgasm. But he doesn’t want to come in such a subdued position – he’ll fucking ride you until you cry from the pleasure before.

He slows down, and you slump against him, your sweaty skin feeling like heaven against his. He’s still looking at Yoongi, who’s still pumping his cock hard, though he finally lets go of Jungkook’s hair. Nothing happens for a moment, until you raise your head from his neck, and then Jungkook meets your gaze.

Your cheeks are flushed red, your pupils are blown wide and you look so fucked out he feels his dick twitch inside of you. At that you moan again, and the pain in his balls increases even more because fucking hell does he need to come soon.

You smirk. You smirk and Jungkook thinks he’ll go insane. Especially as you push up from him, and then his dick leaves your velvety walls as you move to the side. You grab his cock, jerking him slowly, and Jungkook looks down at himself.

He’s covered in your juice. You came on him – a lot – and now you’re using it as lubrication to jerk him off and he doesn’t know right from left and up from down anymore. He’s insane – you’ve brought him right to the land of insanity.

“Gosh,” you let out, and he focuses on your face again, though you go in and out of focus as his orgasm is still so close. “I’ve soaked your dick so much you could fuck Yoons like that.”

The orgasm recedes, and Jungkook remembers that he’s not alone with you. That Yoongi is here, and he’s been deprived of attention for a while. Jungkook does feel bad about it a little, but then again, your hand on his dick just feels too good.

Yoongi murmurs your name, adding, “Don’t push his boundaries.”

You bite your lips, holding Jungkook’s gaze with a searing look in your eyes. “Would you fuck his ass if I ride your face again?”

Jungkook is at a loss for words. Especially as you bend down and spit on his dick, adding lubrication to his already soaked cock.

He thinks you’re jerking Yoongi off too now, because Yoongi groans and you let out a small laugh.

“I fucking love having the two of you for myself,” you say.

And that’s when Jungkook knows he’ll say yes. He doesn’t even care that it’s Yoongi’s ass as Yoongi sinks on him a minute later. All he’s looking at is you, and Yoongi’s ass is so fucking tight Jungkook thinks he might not get to fuck you into oblivion after all.

Yoongi moves up and down, slowly, and Jungkook grunts as you wrap your hand around his neck, choking him again. And then you force him to look at Yoongi, who’s got his head thrown back and dick so hard Jungkook feels like Yoongi’s going to come on him in just a few strokes.

You’re the one that reaches out to grab Yoongi’s dick, and you start jerking your boyfriend off as he keeps fucking himself on Jungkook. Jungkook watches, unable to do anything else, and when Yoongi’s ass clenches on his dick Jungkook closes his eyes.

He doesn’t want to see Yoongi coming on him. Doesn’t want to think about the fact he’s got a man on his dick right now, and not you. He just wants to feel how fucking tight it is, and how the drag on his dick is so sinful he knows he will come.

He’s turned on. He’s so fucking turned on by the tightness of Yoongi’s ass that he pulls at the restraints, once again trying to take control. But he can’t. He can’t, yet Yoongi bends forward somehow, and Jungkook’s mind fills with so much ecstasy from the new angle that all he can think to do is to start hammering his hips into his friend.

He comes first. He comes as he’s fucking Yoongi so hard everything hurts, and then Yoongi is coming on him, while you praise the two of them. Jungkook almost forgot that you were there, but then when he opens his eyes, it’s you that he sees first.

Perhaps because Yoongi’s hiding his face in his neck, just like you were doing earlier. And seeing you so close makes Jungkook’s orgasm linger, his dick twitching in Yoongi.

You bend down, catching Jungkook’s mouth in a languid kiss, and he kisses you back with everything in his chest, not caring that he emptied his balls in your boyfriend just a moment ago. Not when you kiss him like that – like every swipe of your tongue on his is a hidden message, of feelings shared even though they shouldn’t be.

Yoongi moves away from Jungkook as you’re still kissing him, and Jungkook tries to hold you, to cup your cheeks, but his hands still don’t move from where Yoongi tied them up. He pushes his tongue in your mouth still, lapping you up, and right when he thinks he’ll die from the lack of oxygen, you pull away from the kiss.

It takes Jungkook a moment to realize that Yoongi is gone. You’re looking towards the door, and Jungkook is still just watching you, and something hurts in his chest. He clears his throat to push it away, which gains him your attention again.

“Can you untie me?” he asks, voice still a little scrappy from when Yoongi fucked his mouth earlier.

You nod, and he notices you gulping. Something’s wrong. Something definitely is wrong between you and Yoongi, and Jungkook feels sick and twisted for it.

“Sorry,” you apologize as he mindlessly massages his shoulders, which started to ache a while ago from staying in that position for so long.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook tells you, and then he glances at his stomach. At his dick, that’s softening on his pelvis.

He’s covered in cum. Both his and Yoongi’s, and even yours from before all that. The sight nearly makes him gag, and he motions to the box of tissues on the night table.

“Can you pass me these?” he asks.

You don’t answer, though you grab a handful of tissues. Jungkook makes to grab them from your hands, but you start cleaning him up. He almost gulps from the attention, from the care in each of your motions, but he focuses on looking towards the door.

He doesn’t even know if he wants Yoongi to come back. Just that it feels weird that Yoongi left so quickly.

“Is something wrong?” you ask him, and he frowns, looking back towards you.

“No,” he answers. And though he doesn’t want to pry, he returns the question to you.

You finish cleaning his stomach before you move to his dick, and it feels a little strange to have a serious conversation with you while you’re cleaning up his dick, but then again, his entire relationship with you is weird.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I guess.” You shrug. “He doesn’t tell me how he feels anymore.”

You look so sad saying the words that Jungkook feels his heart breaking in his chest. He’s been expecting this since the very first time he had sex with you though. The moment when it’d create a wedge between you and Yoongi, or between Yoongi and him.

“Oh,” he lets out. He chews on his lower lip, tongue darting out to play with his piercing. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug your shoulders again. “Don’t be.” You fall silent, eyes trailing to the doorway. You take a deep breath, and then softly let it out, shaking your head slightly. “Let me just go talk to him.”

Jungkook remains silent as you get up, and he looks away from you as you put on your clothes. And he feels far too awkward staying in your bed without you and Yoongi, so he gets up too, grabbing his clothes. He puts them on quickly, feeling the need to leave as fast as he can.

He’ll hate himself if your relationship goes to hell because of him.

So he puts everything on and then tiptoes to the front door. He curses himself when he has one of his shoes on – he left his motorcycle helmet in the kitchen. He glances in that direction – is that where you and Yoongi are?

He doesn’t want to interrupt a conversation between his friend and you.

But he needs the helmet. Can’t drive his motorcycle without it. So he kicks off his shoe, before walking towards the kitchen, slowly, even though it is entirely silent. He passes in front of the bathroom on the way, and there, he hears voices from behind the closed door. Muffled and low, clearly meant for you and Yoongi only, so Jungkook moves away, towards his helmet that he can now see on the counter.

He grabs it, spins on his heels to head back to the door, but he startles at the sight of Yoongi standing there.

“Oh, hyung,” is all Jungkook can think to say.

“You’re leaving?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook’s gaze widens, not really knowing how to reply. “Uh…” He gulps. “I figured it would be better to leave you and Y/n alone…”

Yoongi nods, sighing, and his eyes close momentarily before he looks at Jungkook again. “Sorry about this.”

“About what?” Jungkook asks, and he feels stupid for the question, but it just slipped out on its own.

“Making things awkward,” Yoongi explains. “I guess… I guess I should have asked that you guys don’t…” He stops speaking again, and this time he scratches the back of his head. Jungkook remains silent, giving Yoongi space to collect his thoughts. When he finally does, Yoongi says, “I don’t like you guys kissing like that? I told Y/n, and we’re going to add it to the ground rules.”

Jungkook’s heart squeezes in his chest, yet he still nods, not wanting to hurt his older friend. Especially considering that Jungkook is the guest in this whole scenario, and not Yoongi.

“That sounds good to me,” Jungkook answers, even if every word pains him. “I’ll stop.”

“And the pet names too,” Yoongi adds. “Don’t call her baby.”

There’s possessiveness in Yoongi’s tone, and Jungkook bristles a little, though he forces himself to nod. “Sure. I’m…” he trails off, eyes falling to a spot on the floor between him and Yoongi. “I’m sorry.”

And he does feel apologetic. Guilty, even. But you’ve become a drug that he can’t get enough of, and if he has to stop doing these things to be able to still get a taste of you, then he will.

“Don’t be,” Yoongi says, and he sounds reassuring. Far more than Jungkook expected him to be in the situation. “Don’t ever feel sorry. We invited you in our relationship. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me for not setting my boundaries more clearly.”

At that Jungkook feels jealousy taking shape inside of him. Because Yoongi will get to kiss you, to hold you, to be yours when Jungkook will always just be the guest. But the kisses and pet names allowed him to pretend that, for just a short period of time, you were his. And now he has to let them go, to let the feeling of your lips against his be just a memory. It hurts somehow, which he reckons is stupid.

He doesn’t usually get attached to the women he fucks. But you’re different.

You’ve been different since the day he met you.

“If you want to stay for the night, you can,” Yoongi says in the silence that was stretching to the point of awkwardness. “Guest room is yours, as always.”

And though he usually always stays the night, Jungkook feels the need to be alone. To ride his bike, to eat the road and feel the wind and forget about his thoughts for a moment. So he declines the offer, feeling strange as Yoongi walks him to the door.

He wishes you’d come say goodbye, but you’re in the shower from the sounds of it. He feels guilty for leaving like this, but then again, the night sky and the streetlights are awaiting outside, and it’s going to be much needed therapy.

“Thanks for the invitation,” Jungkook says once his shoes are on and he’s checked his pockets to make sure he has everything.

“Of course,” Yoongi answers, flashing a strained smile.

Jungkook wants to ask if his friend is okay. If he wants to stop this madness altogether, but he can’t bring himself to ask.

It’s like he’s watching a car crash into a wall, or the moments before the accident. He knows it’s about to happen, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

“We’ll let you know when we want to see you again,” Yoongi adds when Jungkook just stays standing there.

The dismissal is clear, and Jungkook nods his head once before wishing good night to his friend. Yoongi tells him to drive safe and text him when he’ll get home, which Jungkook knows he won’t do.

Perhaps because he knows he won’t go home for a while still.

And he doesn’t. He rides in the night, aimlessly, going out of the city with only the moon high above as company. His bike roars like a beast under him, eating mile after mile until trees replace concrete, until he has to stop at a small gas station that looks straight out of a horror movie to fill the tank. The weather outside has been growing warmer, but the night is cold, and the moon has been lowering on the horizon, replaced by a sea of distant stars, each of them sparkling with all the might of their own little world.

If only you knew what you mean to him. But you’re like the stars up above – out of reach, for the eternity of life. And though he’d wished to be an astronaut when he was a kid, Jungkook knows he’ll never get to sail in the sky above, to meet you in outer space meant to belong to you and him. Not to you and Yoongi.

The thought has him climbing on his bike again, and it roars back to life as he turns the key in the engine. A second later he’s back on the road, and he doesn’t even care about where he’s going. Doesn’t even care that he might get lost, because he’s felt lost for weeks anyway.

With the wind and the stars as his lone companions, Jungkook rides through the night, seeking salvation. Seeking to forget he ever said yes, to forget that the second he felt you on his dick, he knew no one else would ever compare to you.

But he’s always felt this way. The night sky is too pretty to dwell in memories though, and Jungkook stops where the road meets the sea, only to listen to the waves hitting the shore like they’re keen on forming their own melody. It’s different than the one of wind in his ear, yet it’s peaceful.

Everything but his heart seems peaceful in the night. So he breathes the saline air in, lets the mist from the waves hitting the rocks cool his features, and with eyes shut Jungkook takes everything in.

And when peace finally finds his heart too, somewhere between his inhales and exhales, Jungkook climbs back on the motorcycle and heads home.

*****

If there’s someone Jungkook knows he can talk to, it’s Namjoon. His older friend, brother, a calm presence in his life whom he’s sought the help of countless times in the past. Whenever his blood ran cold or hot from fights he won or lost in the past, whenever things don’t quite work out the way he’d hoped them too, Jungkook always knows Namjoon will be there for him.

So when Namjoon invites him over to his art gallery for a small gala he’s hosting for charity, Jungkook says yes. Because he knows he’ll likely be the only one of the friend group invited, mostly because he is some sort of a celebrity to begin with. And though he doesn’t mind people knowing him for his boxing career, he also doesn’t want to just be seen as this brute that only knows how to punch other people.

Namjoon knows it, and understands it all too well. Perhaps because he was a boxer once too before he turned into an artist.

So Jungkook dons a nice outfit, a black all-denim jean and jacket combo that he was given while shooting for Calvin Klein again a couple of weeks ago. He knows he’s going to stand out in the crowd of nicely-dressed art enthusiasts, but he doesn’t care.

Maybe if he stands out enough, he’s going to attract the attention of someone that can make him forget you riding his dick like you only have one night left on this Earth.

As soon as he gets to the gallery, Jungkook heads in, motorcycle helmet in hand. He aims for Namjoon’s office, which he knows the lock password of, and he leaves his helmet there before heading into the gallery proper.

He assesses the room for a moment, anxiety spiking in his blood at the sight of so many people crowded in a place that seems like it’s about to burst. He’s not surprised – Namjoon is a renowned painter now, and rich people flock to him like moths to a flame hoping that they would get the chance to buy one of his pieces.

Jungkook stays by the door, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he scans the gallery, trying to figure out if anyone would be worth his attention. He notices a woman that looks about his age, if not a little older. She’s wearing a red dress that enhances her curves beautifully, and her long hair cascades down her back as she turns towards him, a knowing smile on her lips. Jungkook returns the smile and he’s about to head her way when Namjoon comes into his vision.

“JK!” Namjoon lets out, happily clasping his shoulder. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Jungkook watches the girl as she winces, but then she turns away, walking towards where a group of rich sons are speaking. Maybe she’s here as the date of one of them. Jungkook reckons he doesn’t care because, frankly, even donned in that expensive dress she doesn’t look half as good as you look wearing just a t-shirt.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook returns, forcing his disappointment away, along with the feelings you always bring up in him. “This place is about to burst.”

“I didn’t expect so many people to show up for the charity,” Namjoon admits as he too scans the room. “But it’s all for the better!” He grabs two glasses of champagne from a server passing by, handing one to Jungkook. “We better drink before it starts because it promises to be long.”

Jungkook nods, clinking his glass with Namjoon’s before taking a long sip. The golden liquid bubbles in his mouth, and though Jungkook prefers whiskey, he does enjoy the taste as it slips in his throat.

“Got a lot of pieces on auction tonight?” he enquires as his friend knocks back the whole glass, never one to entertain a glass of champagne for more than a few seconds.

Namjoon wipes his mouth with the back of a hand, nodding curtly. “Five. The rest were provided by promising artists from the community.”

Before they can say more, a group of people approaches them, and Jungkook forces himself to participate in the conversation, offering them smiles and nods and a word here and there. It goes like this for a while, until someone ushers the room into silence so that the charity can properly start.

Jungkook slides to the back of the room, fishing a flask from an inner pocket of his jacket. He takes a swig of it, the strong taste of whiskey washing away the taste from the champagne he drank before. It’s a thankful respite, and Jungkook finds an empty wall to lean against as the auction starts.

It takes all of six minutes before the red-dress girl heads his way, meeting him away from the rest of the crowd.

“You’re not going to auction?” she asks as an introduction.

Jungkook shrugs, flashing her a smile. “Are you?”

She chuckles, and it lights up her eyes prettily. “I don’t think I’m here for this kind of prize.”

And just like that Jungkook knows exactly in what category she belongs. It might be harsh of him, but he recognizes her for what she is – someone that’s only trying to climb the social ladder, hoping that being a socialite might bring happiness into her life.

He might not have a lot of money to offer her, but for a night…

They’re fucking in the bathroom before he’s actually had the time to think this through. The condom on his dick feels like hell, keeping most of the sensations away, and she doesn’t feel quite as tight as you always do. As Yoongi’s ass did… Yet Jungkook only pushes her head down in the sink, watching how she’s grasping onto the edges of it, moaning unabashedly loud. The bathroom is far enough from the auction that Jungkook isn’t afraid to be heard, but he still puts his hand on her mouth, stifling her sounds.

And though he does find release, he realizes that it’s more of the haunting kind. As if his balls are still full, the ecstasy shying away from him. It only leaves him with a bitter aftertaste in mouth, and he declines the girl’s invitation to a hotel nearby.

As he watches her leave, he realizes that he doesn’t even know her name. And he doesn’t care for it. All that he cares for is to return to the auction, which thankfully is almost over. He listens to it in a daze, hoping that people can’t tell he just fucked someone, hoping that they can’t see the ghosts haunting him.

Namjoon sees them the moment the auction ends, and Jungkook tries to slip away in the night. Indeed, his older friend catches him in the office as he goes to retrieve his helmet, much like Yoongi had caught him that night when he’d established new boundaries.

“I hope you’re not leaving right away,” Namjoon says as he heads to a decanter on a small table by a bookshelf. “Just sold a piece for a billion won, and I need someone to celebrate with me.”

“This is hardly the first time you’ve sold a piece for that amount of money,” Jungkook reminds his friend, but he still puts the helmet down, heading for the leather seat on one side of the desk.

Namjoon pours whiskey in two crystal glasses, handing one to Jungkook before he sits on the other side. “I still never get used to it. Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course, man,” Jungkook answers.

He takes a sip of the whiskey, a much more expensive one than the one that’s hidden in the flask in the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Something’s been troubling you,” Namjoon comments after a small silence of both of them appreciating the whiskey. Jungkook remains silent, not knowing what to say. After a while, Namjoon says, “I invited Taehyung and Seokjin, but they were caught up at the restaurant.”

Seokjin’s restaurant. Where Taehyung and his jazz band play every now and then, offering live music to the patrons, and helping Taehyung get a good amount of listens on Spotify. Because Taehyung’s voice is smooth velvet, and Jungkook already can see his friend climbing the ladder to success.

“What about Hobi?” he can’t help but ask.

“His girlfriend was super sick, and he asked if I minded him staying with her.”

Jungkook thinks about Ryunah, and he makes a mental note to send a text to Hoseok later to make sure that the girl is okay. Because she’s his friend too – Hoseok has been dating her for so long that she’s become an integral part of the friend group too.

“And Yoongi said it was going to be too many people,” Namjoon adds.

Jungkook immediately bristles at the mention of Yoongi, and Namjoon cocks an eyebrow, never one to miss anything. Jungkook tries to play it cool by taking a swig of whiskey, but he highly doubts that it works.

“Yoongi is an introvert,” he says carefully.

Namjoon purses his lips, nodding once. “Are you still…”

He’s told Namjoon after the first time it happened. In a situation much like this one, though a lot more alcohol had been involved. So much that Jungkook had ended up spending the night on the couch of Namjoon’s loft, which lies on the third floor of this building.

“Once in a while,” Jungkook says, and he hates how his voice is clipped.

He knows he wears his emotions on his sleeve for all to see, and fuck he hates it.

“How has that been going?” Namjoon carefully asks.

Jungkook winces. He knows he can’t escape the truth, especially not when he’s speaking to Namjoon. “It’s fun. It really is, but I think it’s driving Yoongi and Y/n apart.”

“And what about you and Yoongi?”

Jungkook gulps, eyes falling to the desk between him and his friend. He doesn’t really know how to answer that question: he’s always seen Yoongi like a reliable older brother, someone that offers a helping hand when he needs it, but now he doesn’t feel like Yoongi would be inclined to help him all that much anymore.

Then again perhaps that’s not giving his friend enough credit. Because Yoongi knows about Jungkook’s crush on you, has known since the very first day, and he’s still been a good friend to Jungkook. Even if that very first night, Jungkook believed that you were meant to be his.

Some foolish, stupid part of him will always believe it.

*****

Five years ago

                The bar is filled to the brim with people who’d come to watch the Olympics on the big screens. Jungkook is squeezed in one corner, Namjoon sitting so close to him he’s been trying to mold himself into the wall to try to get some air. It’s not Namjoon’s fault – the bar really is too crowded, and they’ve been lucky that they’ve found a place to sit amidst the chaos.

Yoongi is seated across from Jungkook, Taehyung next to him, and Seokjin and Hoseok went to get a new pitcher of beer at the bar. Jungkook glances in that direction, trying to see his friends. They aren’t there, probably headed to the toilet first, yet Jungkook’s gaze catches on something. Or rather on someone.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone as beautiful as you. Maybe he’s still concussed from his latest fight, though he was the one to come out of it as the victor. Had been the one to win every fight for a while, he reckons.

But you’re an angel brought to life. Beautiful hair framing your face, big eyes taking in the bar as if you’re waiting for someone. From the distance it’s hard to tell the color of your eyes, yet Jungkook thinks they are boring right through his soul as you meet his gaze.

The corners of your lips stretch in a mindless smile, as if it’s a reaction, and Jungkook thinks he’s been brought down to his knees. It hits harder than an uppercut to the jaw, and he can’t help but smile back, though he feels clumsy and young and stupid.

You look away, and he thinks he stumbles forwards, thinks he’s sprawled on the floor when Yoongi says, “Should we go get that fucking pitcher ourselves? I think Jin and Hobi went for a smoke.”

Jungkook meets Yoongi’s gaze, eyes slightly widened. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow in question, immediately noticing Jungkook’s state.

“Wh- what?” Jungkook lets out.

“What’s got you stuttering?” Yoongi asks, laughing. “Got hit too hard last time?”

Jungkook frowns, though he glances over his shoulder towards you again. “There’s a girl at the bar.”

As if he understood everything by that simple sentence, Yoongi says, “So you’re looking to fuck?” It’s teasing. It really is, so Jungkook doesn’t take it as an insult when Yoongi continues, “I thought tonight was for the boys.”

Jungkook feels his cheeks burning. “No I… She looks like she’s waiting for someone.”

Yoongi moves to the side, trying to catch sight of you. He nods when he does, before looking towards Jungkook again.

“She does.”

“Would it be stupid to ask for her number?”

“Whose number?” Namjoon jumps in.

Yoongi motions towards you. “That girl.”

“She’s hot,” Taehyung answers.

“Fuck, guys stop it,” Jungkook begs, embarrassment swirling in his blood. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Just ask her for her number,” Taehyung insists.

Jungkook shakes his head, scrunching up his nose. “No, all good. Yoongi’s right, tonight is for the boys.”

“I can ask for you,” Yoongi suggests, clearly feeling a little guilty for bringing the other guys into the conversation.

“Bruh, he’s a boxer, pretty sure he can ask a girl out himself,” Taehyung jokes.

Jungkook loves Taehyung to bits, but sometimes he hates him too. Right now is one of those times. “Fuck off, Tae.”

Taehyung just grins from ear to ear, eyes bright with laughter. “Love you too.”

“Let’s just go get that pitcher,” Yoongi then says.

Taehyung whines as Yoongi pushes him, but they soon slide out of the booth. Namjoon doesn’t budge, and Jungkook watches the two other guys as they head to the bar. Taehyung says something in Yoongi’s ear, and Yoongi looks back towards them as he answers.

Though he’s far enough, Jungkook can read the ‘fuck off’ on Yoongi’s lips that makes Taehyung burst out laughing. Taehyung seems to insist, and Yoongi folds, catching Jungkook’s gaze once before nodding his head.

And then Jungkook watches them as they approach you. He’s never seen Yoongi flirt with anyone before, and he watches in horror or maybe awe as Yoongi leans against the bar next to you, saying something that prompts you to laugh, while Taehyung stands behind him to talk to the barman.

Even though the bar is crowded, Jungkook thinks he hears your laugh. It’s crystal clear, soft, and he wishes he could be in Yoongi’s spot. But he’s a shit flirter, usually only hitting on girls to fuck them. It’s always been easy to him, that part, but something about the way you carry yourself tells him that it wouldn’t work with you.

He forces himself to look away, letting out a groan. Namjoon turns his head towards him, a contemplative look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Yoongi is speaking to her,” Jungkook says, motioning over his shoulder.

Namjoon looks in that direction, and says, “And they are looking this way.”

Jungkook glances over his shoulder right away, an anxious thrill moving through his body. He catches your gaze again, though you look away immediately. He’s pretty sure you’re blushing, though you shake your head no.

Jungkook looks away, feeling disappointed because you looked embarrassed. As if him wanting to have your number is an embarrassing thing. Or maybe he’s just overthinking everything, and Yoongi didn’t even mention him.

Taehyung comes back a few minutes later with a full pitcher. “Yoongi’s still talking to that girl,” he complains as he sits down. “She said no to give you her number, by the way.”

It’s the way Taehyung says the word, as if he doesn’t give a shit about it, that prompts Jungkook to look over his shoulder again.

Indeed, you’re still speaking to Yoongi. And you look like you’re enjoying yourself, laughing and smiling as Yoongi also sports that same comfortable attitude. It’s so rare to see Yoongi like this that Jungkook feels guilty for mentioning you, for acting as if he was entitled to you earlier.

When you rest a hand on Yoongi’s forearm where it’s resting on the counter Jungkook knows that he lost this fight. Not that it was a fight to begin with, but he still feels like he lost when Yoongi doesn’t come back for a while still, only coming back to them after Seokjin and Hoseok returned too, both smelling of cigarettes.

Yoongi sits at the head of the table, and Jungkook meets his gaze. He has a piece of paper in his hand and he hands it to Jungkook, causing silence to fall at the table.

“I got it,” Yoongi says, a smile gracing his lips.

Jungkook thinks that it’s the same smile Yoongi was offering you earlier, as if it’s lingering around.

“Ah, keep it,” Jungkook replies. “You two were clearly getting along.”

Yoongi frowns slightly. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want…” he trails off, shrugging his shoulders.

“It’s all good,” Jungkook insists. “We never see you getting along with women, just keep it.”

“It’s because he prefers dick,” Taehyung jokes, and the table is a mixture of rolling eyes and loud laughs for a few seconds.

“Shut the fuck up,” Yoongi tells Taehyung, though his features are soft as he safely puts away your number in his wallet.

Jungkook watches the piece of paper as it disappears from view, and all he can do is just hope that he won’t regret his decision later on.

*****

The usual pain of his knuckles hitting the punching bag, of the recoil in his whole arm, is grounding. Jungkook goes through his usual routine, mind zeroing on the motions of his body, like the waves relentlessly hitting the shore. He’s just the vessel on this ocean, and each thump of his fists against the punching bag is satisfying, in ways words can’t explain.

It’s late. The world outside has gone dark, and Jungkook can see his reflection on the windows. From the corner of his eyes, he sees how precise each of his movements are, how fluid he is. Like a wave – never fully stopping, never lowering his guard. He knows this dance more than he knows how to breathe.

He started boxing when he got bullied so rough that going to school had started being dangerous to him, almost twenty years ago. Then, his small fists had barely been able to make the punching bag sway, but today he has to be careful not to let his strength go unchecked.

Yet he keeps going. The motions carry him, the 1-2-2-1 in his head a litany, like it’s a prayer to a religion only he knows. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent, doesn’t slow down, a machine more than a human being.

It’s the best way to evade his feelings. To find a place of cool calm where he can just be, he can just exist, instead of having to think and feel. Because lately he’s been feeling too much.

It’s been weeks since Namjoon’s gallery show. Since Namjoon asked if a wedge was created between Yoongi and Jungkook. And though Jungkook answered with the negative, the follow-up question Namjoon asked was haunting, and he doesn’t want to think about it.

So he goes faster, hits harder. Maybe if his punches are loud enough they’ll cover the sound of his thoughts. Or maybe he should have put some music on – the sound of his clipped breathing and grunts is haunting even to his own ears.

Frustration spikes in him, and Jungkook stops, grabbing the punching bag to keep it from swinging aimlessly. He leans his forehead against it, not caring that he’s covered in sweat and that his hair is clinging to it. He takes a few long breaths, focuses on the hammering of his heart in his chest, of the blood pumping in his veins.

And then he thinks of you, he thinks of Yoongi, and he’s right where he started this evening. Under you, under Yoongi, pleasuring the both of you while he was incapable of finding his own pleasure.

You didn’t say anything. Neither did Yoongi, or Jungkook. All of you pretended that it didn’t happen. That Jungkook hasn’t come in weeks now.

He’s just unable to do it with you now. Not that he doesn’t want to – he really does, but not being able to kiss you has been playing games on his mind, and most of the time he loses his erection before he’s been able to come.

He still feels pleasure. A lot of it. Far more than he’s felt in any sexual encounters before, but he just isn’t able to reach completion anymore. He thinks, when it’ll find him, maybe he’ll thank the God above, if there’s even one.

Or maybe he should be thanking the one in hell.

He sighs as his breathing slowly returns to normal, and then pushes away from the punching bag to head to where he left his water bottle and shirt. Indeed, he’s shirtless, and he watches his reflection in the windows as he takes off his gloves, and then gulps down the water. He isn’t as ripped as he was before he retired from boxing, but he’s still toned, defined muscles creating a play of shadows and lights on his chest and stomach. He’s proud of his body – proud of the way you look at him. Proud of the way Yoongi looks at him, with lust and attraction and a side of envy. Or at least Jungkook likes to tell himself so, because he looks at Yoongi with far too much envy for it to be healthy.

He empties the water bottle, before bending down to grab his shirt. Even though he’s sweaty, Jungkook puts it on, knowing he’ll throw it in the washing machine the minute he gets home. And then he heads to his locker, where he left his motorcycle helmet and keys, switching those with the gloves he always leaves here, and a second later he’s turning off the lights to the gym, before heading outside.

He locks the door, breathing in the fresh air of early spring, and then he walks over to where his bike is parked. He’s quick to mount the motorcycle, to push the key in the ignition, and his bike purrs to life. The vibration shakes through his entire body, and then Jungkook is shooting out of the parking lot, heading home.

The streets are empty at this time of night, and Jungkook enjoys the ride, even though it’s short-lived. First thing he does when he gets home is put everything he’s wearing in the washing machine, and then he takes a really long and hot shower, hoping to erase the feeling of you and Yoongi on him.

It doesn’t work. It never fully works, and here, alone in his shower, Jungkook can’t help the lust that takes over him. Can’t help the tightening of his balls and the hardening of his dick, but he ignores it, not caring that something aches in his lower stomach from the repetitive denied orgasms.

He steps out of the shower once the water has turned cold, grabbing a towel to dry out his hair before wrapping it around his hips. He’s about to step into his walk-in, which is connected to his bedroom, when he sees his phone lighting up where he left it next to the sink.

He frowns – who would text him at this hour? – before heading to the device. His heart sinks in his chest when he sees your name, mostly because you never text him so late.

Did something happen with Yoongi?

Apparently not, Jungkook thinks. Not as he reads,

[4:57 am] You: I’m sorry about tonight

Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for. You’re always good, so good to him. His heart has just been playing with his mind.

[4:58 am] Jungkook: why? [4:58 am] Jungkook: don’t be sorry, you were great

It doesn’t take you long to reply. Or at least to start typing a reply. Jungkook watches the three dots appearing and disappearing for almost a whole minute before your text finally comes in.

[4:59 am] You: you didn’t cum [4:59 am] Jungkook: don’t worry about it

Maybe you’re drunk, or maybe the late hour has been getting to your head much like it’s been getting to his. Because your reply makes him so hard he thinks he might actually be able to bust tonight.

[5:00 am] You: i miss feeling you cum in me

Jungkook shuts his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose as if that would change your reply. When he opens his eyes again, he sees that it hasn’t, that you really did say that. He doesn’t really know what to make of it. So he heads to his bed, takes off the towel and lies down, fully naked and skin still wet from the shower, right in the middle of the mattress.

[5:01 am] Jungkook: you’re filthy [5:01 am] You: only for you

He’s going insane.

[5:02 am] Jungkook: are you sure you should be texting me this shit rn? [5:03 am] You: honestly Idk. yoons is sleeping next to me

Jungkook oh so wishes it was him next to you. Him that would get to fall asleep in your bed, him that would get to fuck you in the middle of the night whenever you can’t sleep.

[5:03 am] Jungkook: I don’t think you should be telling me this when he’s not with us [5:04 am] You: I know [5:04 am] You: I agree [5:04 am] You: but I haven’t been able to sleep bc I’ve been thinking about you filling me up, and it feels wrong to wake yoons up for this [5:05 am] Jungkook: maybe u should wake him up. Maybe you can ride him with your eyes closed thinking that it’s me

Jungkook starts jerking off right then and there. He feels like what he’s doing is wrong, far too wrong, but somehow, he’s aroused by the thought of you unable to sleep because of him, because you want him so desperately.

You don’t reply for a while. And he doesn’t think he deserves a reply. He knows he’ll hate himself as soon as his lust passes, if it ever does.

So he shuts his eyes. Remembers the first time he felt your walls clenching around his dick, and he squeezes himself harder to try to reproduce the feeling. Nothing compares, but you’re there, printed behind his closed eyelids, and he thinks maybe he’ll finally be able to come.

His phone vibrates, and like an addict in need of a hit he quickly grabs it where he left it on his mattress. And when he sees what you sent, he goes into a frenzy he’ll only later describe as the stupidest moment of his life.

You sent him a nude. He can’t see your face, but your lips are on full display, your breasts the centerpiece of the picture. Your nipples are perked prettily, as if just begging for him to suck on them, and he squeezes his dick so hard it actually fucking hurts.

He doesn’t hesitate. He takes a picture of himself that he sends to you, the tip of his dick leaking with precum.

[5:09 am] Jungkook: I’m so fkg hard for you [5:10 am] You: just fucking cum, jk, it shouldn’t be that hard

The degradation in the sentence sends him flying over the edge, and he grunts loudly as he does come on his stomach. He picks up his pace, milks his orgasm as it runs through him, alighting every single one of his nerves with pleasure. He’s shaking when he’s done, feeling weak and blissed and like he’s just committed something unforgivable. He wonders if you feel the same, lying in bed next to Yoongi.

Something breaks. Something physically breaks in him and he hates it. Hates every moment that led him to do this, to do the irreparable to one of his friends. He reckons, if Yoongi hates him forever, he’ll deserve it. Because he knows he won’t be able to hide this from his friend, knows that…

His phone rings, breaking him out of his train of thoughts. To his surprise, and mostly fear, it’s Yoongi calling on Facetime. Jungkook swallows a lump in his throat as he answers, the camera obviously angled towards his face.

Yoongi appears a few seconds later, looking half asleep. “So you’re sending nudes to my girlfriend now?”

Jungkook feels tears burning in his eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

Yoongi laughs, and it breaks into a moan that makes the tears still in Jungkook’s eyes.

“She wanted me to…” Yoongi grunts. “Call you to show you what you’ve done to her.”

And then the camera flips, and it’s your ass on display as you ride Yoongi in reverse cowgirl. Every thought eddies out of Jungkook’s head, and he just watches, entirely forgetting that he’s covered in his own cum when you moan.

Yoongi’s cock glistens in the dim light of the lamp on your night table. You’re so wet Jungkook can hear it through the phone, and his arousal spikes, waking something in him.

“Why don’t you slap her ass?” he tells Yoongi, voice low and dark. “To punish her for what she did tonight.”

Yoongi doesn’t even hesitate. And he slaps so hard Jungkook can see his imprint slowly forming on your skin. It’s sinful, and he does feel bad because the sound you let out is slightly pained, until Yoongi massages your ass and you moan.

Then Jungkook disconnects from reality. Or maybe he dissociates. He knows he tells Yoongi what to do. Knows he tells Yoongi to fuck you in doggy style, to pull at your hair and mark your back with his nails. He guides his friend through the whole thing until his own dick is aching again, ready to go even though he already came. So he jerks himself off, the pain in his chest increasing yet he’s unable to pay attention to it. Unable to do anything other than watch you and Yoongi fuck like animals, until Yoongi comes and pulls out to let Jungkook see his cum dripping out of your cunt.

Jungkook comes at the sight. Not as much as he did earlier, but he still grunts and moans and curses as new cum meets the one that was already on his stomach. He feels even more disgusting, but you and Yoongi don’t seem to notice. Indeed, you invite Jungkook over the next day, and maybe he’s just a little too distracted to notice the shadows in Yoongi’s gaze.

Jungkook accepts the invitation, knowing that he’ll never be able to say no to you. And when you finally hang up, after having spoken for a few minutes, Jungkook barely has the strength to drag himself to the shower to clean up.

Once he’s lying back in bed, he feels like he’s spinning. Like the Earth has sped up, or maybe like he’s a mere sock getting tossed around in the dryer. It’s sickening, just like that feeling that’s clutching at his guts, and that’s been clutching at his guts for a while now.

Because his bed is empty, cold. His bed is always empty and cold. He doesn’t have you by his side, doesn’t have someone to warm up the covers. Hasn’t had anyone to warm up his covers in what feels like forever now.

And so his heart breaks, even more. It aches like acid was poured on it, and no amount of breathing techniques he’d used to get in the game before his boxing matches help. No, the tears win, and though he feels weak for it, he lets them free. Lets them be testaments of his feelings for you, of the loneliness that’s been creeping on him every fucking day since he felt you on his dick for the first time.

The car looms closer to the wall and tonight, Jungkook thinks it may very well meet its end sooner than expected.

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*chuckles* we're in danger. What did you guys think about this one? I'm so afraid you won't like the direction this fic is taking :') let me know what you think!

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