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Not to be That Person(TM) posting remarks about weather on your dash but there’s been a surge of climate change posts on mine. And not to trivialize the seriousness of those with my anecdotal shitpost but goddamit it’s October and I live in CANADA:
A big Typhlosion flexes toward you..
IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE !
For Draken on FA.
im pouring sweat and had to take a break in some grass but look at my super cool long board!!
waiting for, m | jjk, myg
pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook
summary: Jeon Jungkook is paying for erotic photos and he is going to jack off to them. Nothing wrong with that, right? Ah, yeah, except, well... he paid for them because he knew the one featured was none other than Min Yoongi's very own girlfriend, who he wanted to fuck very... very much. Probably too much. Shit.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (yg/you); if it isn't obvious already, sex work involving erotic photography; wild OT7 karaoke scene lol; a whole lotta guilt; smut (fem reader, descriptions of erotic photos with BDSM themes, m-masturbation, phone sex, f-receiving oral); non-idol!AU - (secret) sex worker!reader x music producer!Yoongi ft video editor and photographer!Jungkook and far too friendly?Park Jimin (he always sneaks he way in here, idk how, oop); Jungkook's POV
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now playing – waiting for by taemin
He was finally alone.
Only now could he breathe.
Jeon Jungkook was on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He knew what he was going to do, but it still felt wrong. It felt wrong being naked on his bed, sheets soft against his skin, illuminated by nothing but his phone screen. The harsh light reflected off his toned chest and his inked right arm as Jungkook held his phone up with his left. He was clutching his phone too hard; he could see that his knuckles were white even in the low light.
He exhaled, pushing the air out of his lungs as he relaxed his grip.
His eyes flickered to the time. Almost. Two minutes.
Part of him felt guilty, even if it wasn’t that guilty of an act. Because it wasn’t, really. It was a service being provided; he wasn’t stealing. He paid for it, just like the others. But still. Part of him felt guilty.
The other part was horny as fuck.
He saw the notification pop up. Hand delivered to his account inbox. It made Jungkook feel special, even if he wasn’t. Every other customer who paid for this tier got the same rewards. It disturbed him a little how his finger didn’t shake anymore when he pressed the ‘open me’ button.
From: _thehornedsin.
In an instant, he was breathless.
The first thing he noticed was her lips. Painted a glossy dark red, perfectly shaped. Slightly parted, with her little pink tongue sticking out. The second thing he noticed was the curve of her chin, nestled above the leather collar with a huge metal padlock. The third thing was the blindfold, black lace layered over lush maroon velvet. And the fourth thing was the horns.
That’s right, the curved, black ram’s horns draped with black lace.
It was a close up shot of her shoulders and face, with the focus on her damn lips. Her absolutely plush, perfectly fuckable lips that demanded to have a cock shoved into them.
Jungkook hated that he thought that, but he did.
She had a few different variations of ram’s horns, but he admired the black the most because they looked almost real, like they were part of her head. It was part of her signature, a striking feature in every picture, along with the blindfold.
She always wore a blindfold.
He flipped through the pictures, slowly, admiring every detail. She was laid across an extravagant red velvet couch, draped in long black lace robes. A single leg stuck out, covered in a sheer black thigh-high stocking and an elegant black pump. With each picture, the layers of lace robe lowered, down her shoulders, her arms. Shots of her bare back, no bra. The top of the garter belt, the curve of her ass.
A whole goddamn story, packed in those pictures he now had on his phone.
His right hand slid down his side, creeping down his abs. He gasped as his fingertips brushed his cock, already hard, staring at a perfect photo of her back view, knees on the couch, hands on her ass and spreading her cheeks. Still wearing the heels and the fucking sheer thigh-highs. His hand grasped his cock. Jungkook swiped again.
Holy fuck.
Front view now, tongue between her teeth, legs crossed, her perfect fingers elegantly poised, framing those flawless tits. Nails painted red with black crystals, matching the entire vibe of the photoshoot. Pointing straight to her nipples, large and hard. Jungkook let himself pump now, slow, breathing already shallow. Swipe. Legs open, nails sinking into her juicy thighs, pussy glistening with her chest jutting out. He fucking zoomed in. He zoomed in and moaned softly, seeing that beautiful wet opening. His right hand went faster, harder. Swipe. She was holding fucking wooden clothespins, back arched against the couch, one leg leaning against the back and the other lazily trailing the floor.
Swipe.
His hand was moving of his own accord now. Jungkook was getting to the end of the pictures and of himself. The clothespins were on her nipples. He whined, seeing her poor nipples pinched, her mouth open, tongue licking her lips. Fuck, it was like he was there. Fuck, it was like he had been waiting just for this. Swipe. The next, one hand between her legs, the other pushing her tits together, nipples red from being constrained. His hand was moving so fast, cock throbbing, nearing release, breathing so hard that he was winding himself.
Swipe.
Head thrown back, leather collar with the heavy padlock right between her collarbones, tits sticking straight up, clothespins in the damn air, three fingers shoved into her tight pussy, already dripping and soaked. Jungkook could even see splatters of her juices on her inner thighs, shiny and slick thanks to the lighting.
He came.
Jungkook fucking exploded, moaning and gasping, his cock jerking in his hand as white spurts of semen shot out, all over his hand, his thighs, his bedsheets. He hadn’t expected to cum that fast or that hard, but he hadn’t expected the damn picture either. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his cock tight, as if it wasn’t his hand, as if he was inside that pussy he was staring at right now. Swipe. The last one. Her smug smirk, hand up, shiny fingers spread and covered in her orgasm. Pink tongue sticking out, licking her middle fingertip.
His eyelids fluttered, rolling back into his head as he opened his hand and spread his orgasm all over the head of his cock, aggravating the sensitivity and heightening the pleasure, torturing himself.
Once again, for another month, he came to the erotic photos of _thehornedsin. The photos he paid for, along with a few hundred other patrons. The photos of someone he knew, someone he would see tomorrow in person, someone who he shouldn’t be in love with, but was. And he was guilty, guilty because he was in love with her and was too ridiculously happy when he was told that she was low-key a sex worker.
Min Yoongi’s girlfriend.
-
“Did you know Yoongi-hyung’s girl has a sexy Twitter?”
At the time, he had no idea this question would change his life.
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, already three pieces deep in barbequed beef bulgogi. His mouth was completely filled and he chewed noisily, giving his friend Park Jimin a strange look. Jimin was on his phone, swiping with the hand that was holding his chopsticks.
“Let me bring it up,” Jimin was saying.
Jungkook swallowed, throat stretching too far. He coughed, taking a long sip of his beer. “There’s no way she has a sexy Twitter,” he chuckled. “Hyung would never let that happen. You know how possessive he is.”
Jimin waved his chopsticks dismissively. “Here.” And he turned his phone around.
Twitter profile for _thehornedsin. Pictures of woman wearing fake ram’s horns and a blindfold, strangely eerie and elegant, in beautiful lingerie. All hot. All sexy as fuck. Jungkook was already getting hard and these were only racy photos.
“Pfft, how is that hyung’s girlfriend?” he snorted, mentally noting the username because if that woman was single, he was definitely going to send a DM her way.
“Because,” Jimin continued, turning the phone back to himself to scroll upwards. “There are Yoongi-hyung’s hands.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. Large male hands pressed against the woman’s soft breasts, their heads out of frame, a silver necklace draped right in her cleavage. He recognized the rings Yoongi usually wore, the silver bracelets. There was even that black beaded bracelet Jung Hoseok had made for Yoongi a while back.
“They… they can’t be…” Jungkook sputtered.
Jimin grinned. “It is. I asked already.”
“You what?” Jungkook felt his ears burn. “You pervert!”
Jimin laughed, tucking his phone away and cheerfully grabbing some meat off the grill. “It’s a public Twitter. I only confirmed my suspicions.”
Jungkook began to stuff his face distractedly, trying to not think about how hard he was getting now that he knew this information. “How did you even find it?”
“I follow a lot of sexy Twitters. And pay for their email subscriptions if they have them.”
Jungkook choked. “You do what?”
“I pay for erotic photos,” Jimin stated calmly. “You know, support the artist.”
“Artist,” Jungkook echoed hauntingly.
Jimin narrowed his eyes. “Yes, artist. Because they are real people and they work hard to take good pictures to help good human beings like me get off.”
Jungkook mouthed the words good human beings and Jimin scowled at him, popping a piece of grilled beef in his plump lips.
“How many times have you just looked up pics or videos and jacked off?” Jimin accused. “You don’t need to answer, because I already know the answer is, a lot. Tons of people don’t want to pay for porn. That’s fine. But I do, because there are people who work hard and do cool shit and I want to support that.”
“Weren’t you seeing someone?” Jungkook interrupted.
Jimin shrugged. “I was. We looked at them together when we were dating.”
“You… looked at Yoongi-hyung’s girlfriend’s sexy pics… with another woman?” Jungkook blinked, disbelieving.
“Yeah, I did. She liked them too.”
His mind was blown.
“She thought the horns were cool. Me too.”
They were kind of weird, but the more Jungkook thought about it, the more he kind of liked it too. A fun play on words with them being ram’s horns and all. They gave her a dark vibe.
“What’s with the blindfold?”
“Well, obviously so her identity isn’t that easy to figure out. And it’s hot.”
It was. Jungkook’s dick was throbbing thinking about it.
“She had a paid subscription, with nude photos.”
Jungkook’s eyes bulged. “She has what?”
Jimin gave him a pitiful look. “Nude photos. Because she is a sex worker. Jungkook, are you an adult or what?”
His jaw flapped trying to form a sentence. “W-Well, I’m not trying to look up erotic photos on Twitter usually! I follow gaming stuff.”
Jimin shook his head. “Poor Jungkookie. So innocent to the world.”
There was a short silence of Jimin chewing and sipping beer.
“Do you… pay for her subscription?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Of course.”
Jungkook gave him a very pointed, eager look.
Jimin smirked. “Pay for it yourself. Support your friends.”
-
The subscription wasn’t very expensive. Jungkook paid for it the second when he got home, gaining immediate access to a few of the most popular sets.
He never jacked off so many times in one night.
For a bit more money, he could gain access to all of her photo sets.
So, he paid for that too and, over the course of a week, nearly lost his dick with how many times he masturbated. He should have made it last longer. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t because for the two years Yoongi and his girlfriend had been dating, Jungkook had thirsted over that ass and those thighs. For two years, he had been staring at her tits, wondering what they looked like. For two years, he had been admiring the way her lips pressed into Yoongi’s, wondering what that kiss felt like.
And to find out he could get her sexy as fuck nudes for a fee?
Fuck yeah, he paid for them.
She posted a new set once a month. The lowest tier got the non-nude erotic photos, the middle tier got those and the nude ones, and the highest tier got all the photos, including teasers and a few nudes during the month. Casual, in bed ones. Some with Yoongi’s hands doing various things to her. Things Jungkook wanted to do, like playing with her nipples, fingering her, and shoving toys in her holes.
He wanted more.
But then again, he always had.
-
Seeing her snuggled up to Min Yoongi’s side at the karaoke room was torture.
Torture because he wanted to be Yoongi and torture because he wanted to be the fucking chair under her ass. She was wearing a red plaid dress with Yoongi’s hoodie over it and black thigh-high socks. They were laughing at Kim Seokjin’s drunken high notes, taking shots together. Her cheeks were pink and pressed against Yoongi’s flushed face. His hyung was always more lovey-dovey when he was tipsy. Surprisingly, she was always quite calm, as if she wasn’t drunk at all.
Yoongi nuzzled her neck and kissed it.
Jungkook fumed, eyes fixated on the dirty floor because he couldn’t bear to look.
Park Jimin planted himself next to him, holding the karaoke iPad.
“Whatchu wanna sing?” he said, grinning, pink cheeks glowing.
Jungkook struggled to sound neutral. “Er… I dunno. I don’t like singing.”
Jimin nudged him. “Yes, you do. You love singing. And she loves your voice.”
“Jimin…”
Jimin loved poking the bear. The bear being Jungkook’s infatuation with Yoongi’s girlfriend.
“They’re looking for a photographer,” he said suddenly.
Jungkook swallowed air far too fast, coughing. “What do you mean?”
Jimin tipped his chin to Yoongi and his girlfriend, who were now egging on Seokjin, adding backing vocals to all his words. It actually made Jungkook smile, because the two of them looked cute as shit. Would be a lot easier if he just straight up despised seeing them together, but, alas, life fucked him up good.
“Taehyung can’t do it anymore. He’s moving to the city in a couple weeks ‘cause of his job.”
“Taehyung is their photographer?” Jungkook whispered shrilly, making Jimin jump.
“Yeah… didn’t I tell you?” Jimin said, squinting. “No?”
Jungkook’s giant eyeballs told Jimin, no, he did not tell him. He snapped his head to Kim Taehyung, who was beside Seokjin, waving Jung Hoseok’s arms around in attempt to add backup dancing to this nonsense. Kim Namjoon was beside them, just straight up yelling, because… well there really wasn’t a reason other than being tipsy. Namjoon cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted particularly loudly, only to jerk back and look at his hands, as if he was confused why he did that.
Okay, maybe Namjoon was actually drunk.
“Taehyung has seen her naked?” Jungkook hissed.
“I mean… you have too.”
“Yeah, but not naked in real life!”
“The pictures are real life?” Jimin said, confused.
Jungkook smacked him in the arm. “You know what I mean!”
Now he was actually furious. Furious that Jimin hadn’t told him, furious that Taehyung hadn’t said anything (not that he would, because that wouldn’t make sense, but Jungkook didn’t care), furious that Yoongi and her looked so fucking cute so he didn’t even want to try and break them up because, fuck, look at them jumping up and down and hugging each other as Seokjin scored a ninety-five.
Fuck!
Jimin got up and suggested another song, tapping the iPad as Namjoon and Hoseok grabbed the mics. Oh, dear. It was going to get loud.
Normally, Jungkook would be singing like crazy too, but he was feeling too many emotions and it was taking everything in him to smile and pretend like he was fine. He exhaled and looked up, trying to enjoy Namjoon shrieking on the top of his lungs as Hoseok attempted the high notes – it was chaotic to say the least.
When he was finally feeling some sense of calm, he sensed a presence next to him.
Oh.
No.
“You aren’t going to sing?”
He turned his head mechanically to see Yoongi’s girlfriend tilting her head at him. Staring at her red lips, the lips he had seen yesterday licking her own cum off her hands. Yoongi’s arm snaked around her waist, hand splayed over her stomach. He didn’t look at Jungkook, cheering on Hoseok instead, hyping him up.
He coughed. “Ah, I don’t know. I have a sore throat.”
She smiled apologetically. “Me too.” Then she smirked. “But probably for a different reason than you.”
Jungkook’s cock woke up suddenly, fighting his jeans.
“Ahaha…”
“Oh, sorry,” she said quickly. “I forgot you don’t like dirty jokes.”
No, that’s not quite it. “Ah… It’s okay.”
He spied Yoongi’s fingers digging into the hoodie. He was listening, all right.
“Jungkook,” she continued, unaware that her saying his name so innocently was making his dick leak an embarrassing amount of pre-cum into his pants. “You still work at that music company, right? Directing and editing videos?”
Jungkook blinked slowly, trying to be calm. She wasn’t even that close. But he could still see how her thighs spread out on the chair when she was sitting down, lightly constricted by her thigh-highs.
“Yeah. I do more editing than directing though. I was only assistant director a couple times.”
“Hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully. “You’re pretty good with a camera, huh?”
His heartbeat accelerated rapidly. “A-Ah… I wouldn’t say that.”
Yoongi’s hand was sliding up. Up. Up to her breasts, cupping one in his hand over the thick fabric. She turned her head, kissing Yoongi on the cheek.
“Going to the bathroom, my love,” she murmured to his skin before standing up and walking out of the loud room. Now Jimin and Taehyung were doing a soulful duet, swaying together as Namjoon pretended to wail. Hoseok and Seokjin where adding background vocals (read: heckling on the top of their lungs) in between chugs of beer.
This left Jungkook and Yoongi sitting in the corner.
Yoongi seemed to be tired from shouting. He was leaning against the chair, wrapped in his black parka and dark blue jeans. Cool and calm, round cheeks flushed.
Jungkook swallowed. He felt the tension. He didn’t know why, because Yoongi obviously knew people got off to his girlfriend’s suggestive pictures. He was part of them, after all. And his hyung must know that Jimin purchased nudes, but their friendship dynamic never changed. In fact, Jimin was quite close to Yoongi (in height too, but Jimin was still shorter), and Jungkook had never seen them act strangely around each other.
He chewed on his lip. He knew it was him. He knew he was the one making it weird. Yoongi was just sitting there, nearly asleep. Harmless.
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Special mini photoset for highest tier members, arriving at 00:00. love, Sin from _thehornedsin
Jungkook made sure he was home by midnight.
And was greeted by the biggest surprise of his life.
-
“Park Jimin!”
It was the next day, and Jungkook was shouting at his phone, in a video call.
The older male rolled over in his bed and rubbed his eyes, black hair rumpled and messy. “Why are you yelling?” he mumbled sleepily, voice hoarse from singing his lungs out last night. “And why the video call?” He was definitely a little hung over. Maybe more than a little.
“So I can see your face as you try to explain to me why you were in Sin’s special mini photoset that was released last night,” Jungkook growled viciously.
The phone dropped suddenly, showing only video feed of Jimin’s white sheets.
“Erm… that couldn’t be me, haha…” Jimin muttered, hastily picking up the phone.
“I recognize your tiny pinkies anywhere.”
Jimin glared at him, turning his eyes into lines. “That’s insulting.”
Jungkook made a noise like a snarling bear.
Jimin winced. “Er, okay, yeah. It was me.” He got up from the bed, stretching. “They just wanted another pair of hands to add to the spooky factor. Yoongi can’t grow another set of hands.”
Jungkook wanted to throw his phone across the room, march to Jimin’s apartment, and strangle him.
Another pair of hands? The whole set had been those four hands all over her body, crawling over her front-tie blue silk teddy, undoing the strings, taking off her matching bra and panties, touching everything. Everything. Her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, her fucking pussy, all edited perfectly so it was only arms and hands all over her horned, blindfolded, sinful body.
And Jungkook jacked off to it, because yes, it was sexy as fuck, but he wasn’t happy about it.
“And why,” he growled, “Would you not tell me?”
Jimin raised an eyebrow, yawning. “Why should I? It was strictly professional. I got paid and everything.”
He got paid to touch Yoongi’s woman?
Jimin seemed to realize that was the wrong answer and that Jungkook was slowly frothing at the mouth.
“I didn’t say anything,” he added quickly. “Because I knew you would be jealous and overact like you’re overreacting right now.”
“I’m not…” Jungkook snapped his toothbrush in half as he attempted to brush his teeth. “Overreacting.”
Jimin shook his head. “You need help. You should not be this angry. She is not your girlfriend. You do not own her. Yoongi doesn’t even own her. She is her own person and you need to understand that.”
Suddenly all the rage seemed to be sucked out of him. Jimin was right. He should not be this angry or angry at all. Jungkook suddenly felt very, very guilty and ashamed.
He ended the call without saying goodbye.
-
For two whole weeks, Jungkook didn't look at her pictures.
Every time he wanted to, he told himself he couldn't. Every time he ever so much thought about it, he scolded himself. He used to look at them at least once a day, jack off to them at least two to three times a week. But now he told himself he couldn't.
Now, the only time Jungkook allowed himself visit her was in his dreams. If she appeared, he rejoiced, and if she didn’t, he would have a restless night chasing a shadow. He was aware of how messed up this was, but at this point he was a slave to his dreams.
Jimin didn't take his outburst personally. He even called back later, asking if he was okay. Asking if he wanted to go out to eat or something. But Jungkook refused, telling him in a monotone voice that he was fine.
At the end of a week, Kim Seokjin asked to stop by. He was in the area and wanted to chat for a bit. At first, Jungkook wanted to say no, but he relented. Seokjin was the oldest, after all. Also, he never took no for an answer.
Seokjin popped up with bags of gummies and banana milk. Asked to use the bathroom. They talked about game updates and new releases. The new sci-fi RPG that was coming out in a couple days.
"What happened to your toothbrush?" Seokjin came out of the bathroom, laughing as he held up half of a toothbrush. The half with the brush head.
Jungkook's eyes shifted. "I broke it. Still works though, so I was just going to keep using it."
Seokjin's laugh became squeakier as Jungkook tried to hide his conflicted expression. "Hyung will buy you a new one."
Truth was, Jungkook kept it so he could remind himself every day that he was an asshole.
-
Not masturbating made Jungkook crabby.
He found himself with little patience and constantly annoyed, although he tried to not let it show. Every day, he felt his resolve dying a little. Every night, he dreamed, waking up with a fucking telephone pole in his pants and not letting himself finish, as if he dealing some weird self-punishment for his jealous actions.
In short, Jungkook had put himself in horny jail.
He was sitting in his gaming chair, shirtless, playing Valorant. Even if he wasn't as invested in it as Overwatch, he was still very competitive. He wanted to be good at everything. Or he wanted to distract himself from his actual problems. Probably both.
Ah, his team lost.
He ran a hand through his long hair, fluffy and curled from being unbrushed and slept on. Annoyed, he scooted his chair away from the computer, ignoring his queue requests. Picked up his phone and then remembered he couldn't. Maybe he would go work out or something. Tire himself out.
His phone rang.
Jungkook's phone was almost always on silent. He had memorized the times the important notifications came. His friends, well. They could wait on him and his lack of response. He eyed his phone, knowing it was ringing because the screen was flashing at him. The only reason he picked it up and pressed the green call button was because of the name.
Min Yoongi.
Yoongi was almost as mute as Jungkook was when it came to communication, either in the group chat or phone calls. The only reason Yoongi was active was when it was necessary to collect the other six brain cells of the group. They had a tendency to lose focus of what the point was, such as getting lost on road trips and arguing about where to eat.
Jungkook had a feeling Yoongi did not want to talk about something that involved their friend group.
His stomach churned nervously as he brought his phone to his ear.
"... Hyung?"
"Jungkook!"
Breathless, beautiful, and not Yoongi's voice at all. His heart went to his throat. Guilt made him break out in sweat. He breathed her name into the mic, forgetting the honorific, biting his lip.
In his dreams, he didn’t use the honorific, because she was already his.
"Why... are you in hyung’s phone?"
"Ah, I don't have your number," she replied. "Yoongi said to use his, since you'll answer him."
Well, yeah. Because Yoongi never called unless someone was dying or something equal to that.
"What's wrong?" He moved his phone to his left hand, wiping his sweaty palm on his sweatpants.
"Nothing." A wispy chuckle, almost like Yoongi's. "Nothing's wrong, Jungkook."
The inflection on his name made him gulp. Almost teasing. His right hand slid to his inner thigh.
"How's work?" she asked, making small talk calmly and without a lick of nervousness.
His fingers bunched in the thick gray fabric of his pants, trying to stop his palms sweating. "It's okay. Stressful sometimes. Deadlines and stuff," he mumbled.
"I'm sorry about that." Her tone became apologetic, soft. "I called to ask you a question."
"What is it?"
"Do you..." Barely the hint of a gasp at her words. "Know anything about professional photography?"
Jungkook's eyes widened. Was she asking...? His hand slid under the waistband of his sweatpants. He inhaled sharply as his fingertips touched his stiff cock, ignored for far too long, brushing against his hot, taut skin.
"I..."
"I'm asking," she interrupted, voice as smooth as thick honey. Or butter, even. "Because you've been a longtime follower, busanboy97."
His breathing hitched at his username.
Jungkook did not, however, stop touching himself
"I... I'm sorry..."
She exhaled like a push of smoke straight into his ears. Jungkook moaned. He couldn't help it. He grasped his cock and shoved his pants down, panting into his phone, praying Yoongi couldn't hear him.
"Why are you sorry?" she murmured soothingly. "I send those pictures to you, so you can see them, Jungkook."
And then he heard it. Wet skin being teased, played with. His hand was already moving up and down, lower lip caught in his teeth, moaning low in his throat, desire and want and guilt.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asked, sweet and alluring.
He whimpered an affirmation. "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he rambled, pushing his head back in his gaming chair, rocking his hips into his hand. "I'm so sorry, noona, I know you're Yoongi-hyung's, I don't want to break you guys up, I'm sorry, but I want you, I want you, I want you.” His voice thinned into a whine as his hand massaged his rock-hard cock. It felt so good. It felt so sinfully good, touching himself with her voice in his ear. “I'm so sorry..."
"Shhh..."
She shushed him. Her shallow breathing became needy. The wet sounds in his ear became louder, noisier. Something being slid in and out. Jungkook closed his eyes, imagining her body he had seen so many times before, legs spread open, fingers buried deep into her soaking core, mouth open. Wishing it could be his hands on her curves, wishing he could replace her hand with his cock, wishing he could be the reason she was moaning. He knew it was wrong, but how could it be wrong if she was right here, right here in his ear, whispering his name, nudging him to keep going. There was a sucking sound and a shuddering moan left her lips.
And then he heard a low, familiar hum.
A hum that wasn’t hers.
Jungkook swallowed tightly.
“Hyung…?”
And then he realized that the sounds he was hearing was a mouth on her clit, sucking and licking as she hissed in pleasure. For some reason, his hand wasn’t stopping. It kept going, gripping tighter, pre-cum leaking down his fingers. A loud sucking noise and she cried out in his ear. He heard wood snapping against the floor, the sharp sound of a chair scraping.
“Lower the phone,” Jungkook whispered. His voice surprised him, deep and commanding. “Put the phone next to his mouth.”
He was in no place to give orders, but he just had to, hearing the desperation in her moans as she chased her orgasm.
“Heh.”
She chuckled at him.
And then the sounds became louder, more intense. He could hear it all, Yoongi’s tongue in her folds, drinking her juices, her clit being assaulted by the deft work of an expert mouth, paired with her whimpers of lust as she climbed to her peak.
“Fuck.” He was nearing his end too, cock throbbing in his hand, the head a dark red, stroking himself even faster. “That’s so fucking hot.”
The phone was lifted back to her heavy breaths, chucking softly. “Promise you’ll come over and take pictures of me, Jungkook?”
“I promise, fuck yes.”
“Then cum with me, hm?” Her words were a spell, enchanting him closer and closer to his orgasm. “Cum all over those sexy hands of yours, onto those beautiful thighs. Drip onto the floor, be messy for noona.”
He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, seeing her pretty face above him, ram’s horns framing her head and hair, eyes on him, watching him. Her name floating off his tongue, no honorifics, dreaming she was his, growling into the mic.
“A-Ah, I wish you were here, watching…” he murmured. “Gonna cum for you.”
Her moans hiked. Sounds more uninhibited now, dirtier, yearning.
“J-Jungkook, come on… So close, so, close…”
He imagined her hand tangled in Yoongi’s hair, her hips humping his face.
“Cum for me, right now.”
“Mmm, Jungkook!”
His name punctuated by his own groan as he came with so much force that it actually shot out and hit the floor in long white streaks, soaking into his sweatpants and dribbling onto his hand. He heard her whimper, chair creaking as her hips squirmed, her orgasm being sucked out of her pussy. He heard a satisfied sigh, the soft kisses up her chest, the possessive whisper of her name.
“Yoongi…” she panted.
Jungkook’s chest was heaving, entire body racked with the aftershocks of his pent-up orgasm and shivering with fear as he heard his hyung’s rasp assault his ear.
“Don’t break your promise,” Yoongi snarled.
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followed by: fall in deeper, m | jjk, myg
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masterpost
an old one...
Ohhh, someone's a little jellyy~
OK WHAT THE FUCK CALIFORNIA?!?! WHY IS IT HOT AT NIGHT?!?! WHO ALLOWED THIS?!?!
There's just something so 😩 about seeing Knox get a tattoo
"Oh? Ruin the fun? No, no...not at all. That thrill of pulling each breathless word from your lungs, slowly, painfully admitted--that's the fun, for me. And if you're good... You get rewarded."
"What if we were pre-destined enemies because of some ancient curse that continues to cycle throughout the centuries but we also kissed?"