La petite morté
Summary: You find yourself in a night of wild fantasy teethering on something fragile between two men you loved but dare not hope for anything.
Tags: PWP with emotions (?) M/M/F, OC (represented as 'you'), exhibitionism, voyeurism, sharing between partners, unbloomed feelings, not pre-discussed kink negotiation, unsafe vaginal sex
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'Hyung.' Jungkook's voice comes out real soft, almost sombre for the debauched display in front of him. Yoongi's eyes are almost dazed over.
'Hyung, do you want to see her?'
It is a bold question, you want to say to Kook. But, the hard line of Yoongi's cock in his shorts beneath your spread thighs jump slightly at the suggestion and Yoongi mewls, helpless and so so horny.
Jungkook turns to you finally, almost as if now realising you are truly present with them here.
'Babe, you don't mind showing hyung, do you?' Your Champaign-drenched nipples are already hard enough to be see-through in your tiny tank top.
Yoongi's beautiful, long fingers gently rub your exposed sides above your pajama shorts in quiet affirmation.
'Yeah, Kook. Hyung can see. Why don't you show hyung what you like?'
'Fuck ' they curse in unison. It would be quite hilarious had you not been riding dry your friend while your boyfriend eggs on.
Jungkook's soft fingers gently remove your tank top, leaving you only in your tiny bra and shorts. You unwittingly spread your legs further, lining up Yoongi's cock perfectly alighned to gently rub your core against. You all three moan in unison.
'Look at her, hyung. She is so beautiful.'
'Yeah, Guk. God, can I touch you babe?' Yoongi grips your waist and pull you up slightly and slam his hips up at you. Sparks of arousal fly through the room. For a while it is just the sound of heavy breathing, before Jungkook bends forward from where he is sitting near Yoongi's head and pulls down one of the bra cup to latch his mouth on your nipple. You cry out at the sansation.
Yoongi's fingers find your other boob and massages it into his palm like a dough.
You three stay on the precipice of soft arousal like that until you feel your short sticking to your wet core and making the friction way more desperate.
'Fuck. Babe, stop.' two pairs of hands and a pair of lips disappear from your body instantly, just like that. You want to coo at them for always being so kind and in tune with each other's needs.
'No, no. Don't freak out. I just want more.'
'What do you want, babe?' Jungkook asks eagerly.
'I wanna ride one of you.'
'Fuck. Yeah, hold on. Hyung, let her ride you. I wanna watch. Believe me, she is a sight on top.'
Jungkook moves behind you and pull both yours and Yoongi's shorts away. He looks at Yoongi once before simply grabbing his long, hard length and gives it a couple of fast and powerful strokes. Yoongi's head lols back and he keens while exposing his long, beautiful neck.
'Jesus, Guk. God, yes. Just like that.'
'Yeah?'
'Yeah.' Yoongi pants below you. It is a sight. Truly.
'I am going to put you in her now, hyung. You both ready?'
You both merely shook your head in affirmation. Soon enough, you feel Yoongi's blunt head breaching through your entrance and you reach back to grab Jungkook's wrist to assist it in further. Once sheathed to the hips, you take a quick breath before you rise up on your knee and slide right back in. You both moan out loud at the sensation.
Jungkook rubs your back and starts to pump himself at a brutal pace. You find Yoongi watching Jungkook touching himself with a kind of reverence and you both reach for Kook simultaneously as if pulled by an invisible need.
'Guk, come ride hyung's face.' Jungkook nearly chokes up but you continue, fast, lest your own embarrassment catches up. 'You will like that, right, Yoongi?'
Yoongi merely nods and Jungkook climbs up to the head of the bed. He is still fully clothed except for his thick hard cock hanging straight out of his joggers. He makes quite a sight. Yoongi definitely agrees based on his groan.
'Hyung, you sure?'
'Shut up and ride my face.' Yoongi pants as he slams a particularly hard thrust into you.
Jungkook positions himself above Yoongi's head. He puts a pillow under Yoongi's neck and tilts his face back exposing his neck and then bends down to quickly kiss him on the lips.
'Ready?'
'Born ready, bitch.'
Both you and Kook laugh at Yoongi's sass. It is one of his best quality, you both agree.
Jungkook enters slow. He allows Yoongi to suckle only the head for nearly a minute before sliding another inch. By the time he is deep in Yoongi's throat, Yoongi has worked himself into a frenzy; fucking into you with a hard, blurring speed. You watch the soft bulge in Yoongi's throat as if on a trance. Before you know it, Jungkook places his hand on yours still holding Yoongi's shirt and replaces it on his throat and softly squeezes. Yoongi jerks.
All three of you stop abruptly. Jungkook swiftly pulls out and raises Yoongi's head up. Yoongi takes one look at each of you and immediately comes inside you with a hoarse groan in his fucked up throat.
Your orgasm washes over you as Yoongi pulses inside and you bend forward and grab Jungkook's cock and swallow down. Jungkook pumps twice in your mouth before he comes down your throat as well.
You three lay there like rag dolls with cut-off strings before Yoongi starts complaining of your weight on him. You swat his chest and move to lie on his side. After a moment, Jungkook goes to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean you, being the maknae and all.
Yoongi laughs suddenly. 'You know, this was the last thing I expected to happen today. God, you are awesome. You both are.' His gums show up. Your heart clanches with so much of unspoken feelings. By then Jungkook returns, and he gets in between like a giant baby to cuddle as soon as he is done cleaning you up.
Your heart feels full and yet empty. Love love, love, and love. And as your eyes slowly closes in, you hope that it will be enough.
