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✧༺♥༻∞Kinktober Day 4

Yeonjun ft. Jeon Jungkook

Squirting +Mirror sex + Voyeurism

warnings: smut, squirting, mirror sex, unclear sex boundaries, there is slightly dubious consent about JK sitting in

Taglist: @taekookstata @owjohny @dickdeprived @lvefoolishh

word count: 1374 words

a/n: ik this is late. i'm shifting to my college dorm this week so it's a bit hectic. i'm gonna catch up though (hopefully :P)

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“They’re gonna know,” you whimper, glancing at the door, the wooden flooring cold under your ass, contrasting with the heat of the man behind you.

“They won’t,” Yeonjun’s tongue is sticking out between his teeth, a tiny peek of pink in the mirror which you glance at. “There are no cameras in this room, it’s for our personal use.”

“They’ll hear,” you gasp as Yeonjun’s fingers shove deeper in your pussy, two fingers deep already having worked you open already, slick fluid dripping down, pooling on the hardwood floor as Yeonjun fingers you, your body coiling tighter with each brush of his fingers against your nerves.

He nuzzles your ear, your back pressed against his chest and watches in the mirror as you lose your composure under his touch, watches your pretty thighs tremble when he presses the pad of his middle finger to your clit, rubbing tight circles which has you arching your back, falling against him, your skirt bunched at your waist, your panties hanging off your left ankle, a pretty baby pink thing.

“Fuck- ju-junnie!” you moan, your hand scrabbling at his wrist, to press closer, to push him off, you don’t know. The knot in your belly is so tight, you’re on the verge of coming undone. You catch a glimpse of him in the mirror and the sight really hits you.

The practice room, Yeonjun’s concentrated look, the furrow of his eyebrows, how dark his usually soft brown eyes are, the sweat that sticks to both of you. The smell of his deodorant, the tense muscles in his biceps as he hitches you higher into his lap, makes you spread your legs more in the mirror like a wanton whore, putting yourself on display in your boyfriend’s company building knowing anyone can walk in, knowing that the door doesn’t lock from the inside, not after Kai got stuck in one of the rooms and missed a schedule.

Your fingers wander from Yeonjun’s wrist to his knuckles, your orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Inside me, please,” you whisper, a choked moan following right after.

You pray no one comes here, especially not one of the juniors. You don’t want to scar them mentally for life. Yeonjun’s fingers plunge into your sopping wet hole again, a slick squelch audible as he curls his fingers inside you. That was your last straw.

You cum, toes curling in your shoes, body tensing as your pussy flutters around Yeonjun’s fingers, eyes fluttering shut when you see a sliver of black in your periphery.

Someone coughs behind you and then you freeze.

Yeonjun stiffens too, his arms snapping your thighs close with undue strength, making you wince and you turn, eyes widening in horror.

“Hyung,” Yeonjun’s voice is shaky, dumbstruck. Scared.

“You should lock doors, you know? Or do it in rooms that actually lock,” Jungkook states, fiddling with the broken lock on the door. His doe-eyes flick up. “Oh, don’t be scared, I’m not gonna tell anyone, kid,” he grins mischievously, keeping his eyes firmly away from your compromising figure, even now that your legs are closed, you are still acutely aware of your underwear on display for Yeonjun’s sunbae. The Jeon Jungkook.

You want to laugh. You also want to cry and bury your head in Yeonjun’s chest, ashamed. You move to tug up your underwear and hopefully walk away like this never happened in the first place. At least that’s what you try to do but Yeonjun’s hand catches your wrist.

“Do you mind if hyung watches?” Yeonjun asks abruptly, eyes flickering up to meet yours.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Jungkook’s swagger falter as well at Yeonjun’s intonation.

“What- watches what-,” you stumble over your words, gaze whipping back and forth between Yeonjun and a dumbstruck senior standing by the door.

“Yeonjun I don’t thi-,” Jungkook begins but is silenced at the pleading look in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Okay,” you say. “I don’t mind.” And though your hands tremble, a thrill runs through you.

The grin on Yeonjun’s face is Cheshire like, the way his eyes crinkle in an almost unfriendly way. Once, this had been a fantasy he had discussed with you and you had said yes.

“Do you mind watching, hyung?” Yeonjun asks, voice so honeyed, the way it only got when he was at his absolutely depravity.

Jungkook’s lips pursed up but he shook his head, taking long strides across the floor, coming to stand in front of the mirror. You take in the sight of what you have only ever watched in fancams or in passing before, the way the muscles in Jungkook’s calves shift as he crouches down in front of the mirror before sitting against it, eyes wide, wondering, waiting.

“Open your legs for hyung now,” Yeonjun’s hands press on the inside of your thighs, opening you up again. You see Jungkook swallow reflexively as Yeonjun pulls your skirt up, tucking it back into your waistband so it doesn’t fall.

“What would you like to see hyung?” cat-eyes flick up to Jungkook who glances between the bared pink slit and the hungry, almost feral glint in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Finger her like you were doing before,” Jungkook says, keeping his voice as steady as he could.

Yeonjun nods, tracing your folds with a cold index before coming to circle your clit the subsequent pleasure having you buck your hips into his hand.

“Look at hyung while I get you off, okay?” Yeonjun instructs pushing a finger in you. You could cum right now if Yeonjun sped up the slightest bit. Could cum with Jeon Jungkook’s eyes on your, so doe-eyed and yet no innocence, the clench of his jaw an indication of the restraint he was exercising.

Yeonjun kisses your neck, licking behind your ear; you shiver, more wetness pooling on Yeonjun’s fingers. He pushes in three which has you gasping, once again right where you were before Jungkook walked in, so close to orgasm. Yeonjun fingers brush against your g-spot again. And again. And again and you’re moaning, the pressure in your belly unrelenting and there is this other need. You feel like you’re gonna pee. And you really don’t want to in front of two guys.

“Ye- stop, Yeonjun,” you bite your lips, muscles tense, threatening to release you into an orgasm. But Yeonjun is too far gone, to indulged in the way his fingers glisten in the mirror when he pulls them out of you and then pushes the milky arousal back into your cunt, so fucking wet, wetter than he has ever had the pleasure of seeing you.

“Stop- junnie- I’m gonna cu-“ you whisper voice cut short by the fuse going off in your body. You cry out, mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ while Yeonjun still continues fingering you unrelenting.

You hear a soft gasp from Jungkook, the unforeseen amount of wet you feel gush out of you as you climax, vision darkening, heartbeat thundering in your ears and so much fluid coming out of you, you are sure not all of it is just your arousal.

“You squirted,” there is wonder in Yeonjun’s voice. “I didn’t know you could do that.” His hand squeezing your thigh, massaging it while your limp body tried to regain its senses, utterly mortified.

“I didn’t know either,” you whispered, breath heavy, only now realising that the feeling of wanting to ‘pee’ was simply instinct to squirt. Oh my god Yeonjun made me cum so hard that I squirted-

Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath, eyes on the puddle of clear liquid before flicking back up to your face.

“That was… fucking amazing,” he nods as though confirming his conclusions to himself and you feel suddenly even more mortified sitting in front of him with not a single piece of fabric covering your ass and yet dressed in shoes and socks.

“Next time I’m not just watching,” Jungkook says voice deep; promptly getting up and walking out the practice room, but not before you see the imprint of his cock in his joggers.

“I’m gonna make you squirt every single time now,” Yeonjun nips at your ear, massaging your thighs. “Gonna make Jungkook hyung watch again if that’s what it takes.