Let’s be Polite and not Leave Him Out
Synopsis: When Jungkook brings his friend Eunwoo over for a late-night drink, you hadn’t expected to be the evening’s entertainment. Clad in only a skimpy nightgown, your bratty refusal to follow orders earns you more attention than you bargained for. Under Jungkook’s firm hand, and with Eunwoo’s curious gaze, you’re pushed to the edge and back, your obedience tested, your limits blurred.
Pairing: Idol Jungkook x Reader x Idol Eunwoo
Word count: 5,118
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Little plot/lots of smut, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, voyeurism, light humiliation, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), use of honorifics
A/N: Hi beautiful people! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ Thank you guys so much for 100 followers!! I am so overwhelmed with the abundance of love I am receiving and I am so appreciative that you all take time out of your day to read my fics🫶🏽! I have a very smutty gift for you all, lol. But I hope you guys enjoy it. I definitely had to go touch some grass after this lol.
Tonight is one of the rare occasions Jungkook hangs out with his friends. It doesn’t happen often, his schedule too demanding. But lately, things have lightened up, giving him some room to breathe.
He usually gets in late, so you know better than to wait up.
But for some reason, sleep doesn’t come easy tonight. So you curl up on the couch with Bam, the glow of the TV casting shifting light across the walls as you catch up on a Netflix series.
You’re halfway through an episode when you hear the jingle of keys and the soft thud of the door. Bam’s ears perk up as he bounds off the couch, knocking the remote over in his pursuit.
You stay put, blanket wrapped loosely around your body as you wait for Jungkook to appear.
He stumbles into the kitchen, laughing softly as Bam playfully circles his legs. He hasn’t noticed you yet, his voice low, movements loose from a drink or two. You smile to yourself, soaking in the rare, unguarded version of him.
But then another figure appears behind him.
Eunwoo.
Your eyes widen and you tug the blanket tighter around yourself, sitting up just as Bam comes trotting back in.
A moment later, Jungkook appears around the corner, tossing something into the sink as he speaks to Eunwoo behind him. He stops mid-step when he spots you.
“Baby, I told you not to wait up,” he says, lips quirking into a smirk.
“I know,” you murmur, voice quiet. “I just couldn’t sleep.”
He walks in slowly, looking more amused than surprised, while Eunwoo lingers in the kitchen—like he’s unsure if he should follow.
Your fingers tighten around the blanket as you shift. “Hey, Eunwoo. Nice to see you,” you say, trying to sound casual despite your current state of undress.
He bows slightly. “Nice to see you too, Y/N.”
Jungkook finally drops onto the couch behind you, pulling you gently into his chest with a familiarity that makes you feel a little less exposed.
“Man, you can come sit,” he calls out to Eunwoo. “You don’t have to stand there like a weirdo.”
He lowers his voice to your ear. “It’s cool if he stays, right? We weren’t expecting you to be up, so I suggested we continue our drinking at my place.”
You nod. “Sure. I can give you guys a little privacy.”
You shift, attempting to stand, but Jungkook’s arm tightens slightly.
“Nah, baby. You’re good right here. More the merrier, right Eunwoo?” His tone dips, teasing, and your stomach drops.
“Right,” Eunwoo replies with a smirk, glancing briefly at you before his eyes flick to the TV, his own face on screen. The episode must’ve kept playing after the remote fell.
“We can put something else on if you want,” you offer quickly, reaching for the remote, only for Jungkook to kick it across the floor with a sharp thud.
You look back at him, eyebrows raised.
He knows exactly what you have on. He saw it before he left. A skimpy nightgown that clings to your curves, leaving little to the imagination.
You hadn’t felt the need to change out of it. This is your home, after all. But you also weren’t expecting guests, otherwise you would’ve put on a bra. And underwear.
“I’m not getting that,” you say flatly, your voice laced with annoyance.
The humor drains from Jungkook’s face almost instantly. In its place: something darker. His posture shifts, still relaxed, but commanding. You know that look. His dominance slipping into the space between you like a charged current.
Your breath hitches.
Jungkook leans in slightly, his voice low and sharp. “No, Y/N. I think you are. Now.”
Before you can protest, he yanks the blanket off your lap in one swift motion, exposing the full length of your nightgown to your guest.
Heat rushes to your face, but you don’t move.
You hear the slight intake of breath from Eunwoo, now seated on the adjacent couch, watching this all play out.
Still, you hesitate.
“Crawl,” Jungkook demands, the word sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to.
You know what crawling means. What part of you will be exposed as soon as your knees hit the floor.
“Jungkook,” you whine lowly, peeking at Eunwoo. “Don’t make me do this.”
Your voice is small, shaky with something you can’t quite name, part embarrassment, part thrill. You clutch at what’s left of your dignity, fingers digging into the cushion beneath you.
But Jungkook just stares. Slow. Deliberate. His eyes glitter with control.
“You should’ve thought about that before you started acting like a brat,” he says coolly, the amusement in his voice gone. “Now be a good girl. Or I’ll make it worse.”
Your stomach flips at the warning.
From the side, you feel Eunwoo’s gaze lingering, steady and unrelenting. He hasn’t spoken again, hasn’t moved, but the awareness of him is enough to make your skin prickle.
Still, you hesitate for one breath longer.
Then your knees slide forward.
The first brush of the floor against your bare skin sends a shiver through your spine. You keep your eyes down, but you feel the shift in the room instantly. Your nightgown rides up just as you feared, baring the backs of your thighs. Your most vulnerable parts kissed by the cool air.
You hear the faintest curse under Eunwoo’s breath.
Shame licks up your chest. Arousal coils low in your belly.
And still, Jungkook says nothing.
Not until you reach the remote.
“Now bring it to me,” he says, voice calm and collected, like he hasn’t just unraveled you with a single command.
You grab the remote and turn, cheeks flushed, arm extended as you offer it back to Jungkook, eyes avoiding his completely.
He doesn’t take it right away.
Instead, he leans back, one arm draped casually along the back of the couch. His eyes trail over your body, slowly, unapologetically, lingering on the spot where the nightgown has risen.
You swallow hard, pulse racing in your throat. He finally reaches out, brushing his fingers against yours as he takes the remote. The small contact sends a shiver to your core.
He turns the TV off. The muted LED light becomes the only illumination in the room.
You stay there on your knees, feeling the weight of not just Jungkook’s gaze, but another. Steadier. Quieter.
Eunwoo.
He sits on the adjacent couch, manspread with a glass in his hand, watching your every move. A part of you burns under his attention. But another part of you… revels in it.
Jungkook lets the silence stretch.
Then, he hooks two fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to his. The touch is gentle, but there’s nothing soft in his expression.
“She had to be told twice,” he says, voice low, almost thoughtful. “You know how much I hate repeating myself.”
He doesn’t look at you when he says it. But at Eunwoo.
“What do you think?” he asks, tone casual. “Should I punish her?”
A slow sip from the glass. Ice clinks. A pause.
“She was a little mouthy,” Eunwoo replies, voice calm but edged now with something darker. “I’d say she needs reminding.”
Jungkook hums, satisfied.
“Thought so,” he says, his thumb brushing lazily over your bottom lip like he’s testing how much more you’ll take. “I think she forgot who she belongs to for a second.”
You can’t speak. Your breath catches in your throat, your body warm all over.
And the worst part?
They’re talking about you like you’re not even there.
Like you’re already theirs to decide over.
The room feels heavier now, the dim LED glow throwing soft shadows across their faces. Bam has long since retreated to another room. The only sound is the faint clink of ice as Eunwoo swirls the liquor in his glass.
Jungkook shifts on the couch, one hand dragging lazily down your neck to the exposed dip of your collarbone.
“You like being watched, don’t you?” he murmurs, more a statement than a question.
You open your mouth, but no sound comes.
Jungkook leans in, voice a whisper meant only for you. “Say it.”
Your throat tightens. The words catch somewhere between embarrassment and arousal, but they’re there.
“Yes,” you breathe. Barely audible. Barely brave.
Your response is met with a sharp, sudden slap to your cheek. Not hard enough to harm, but enough to sting. Enough to make your eyes water instantly.
Heat blooms beneath your skin. Arousal stirs in your stomach like a low flame catching wind. Shame curls in your chest, quickly eclipsed by the wetness pooling between your thighs.
Jungkook’s voice slices through the silence, low, controlled, and unmistakably commanding.
“Yes what?”
Your gaze snaps up to meet his, lips parting before the answer even fully forms.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper, breath hitching, your tone full of submission, and something deeper.
Need.
He nods in approval.
“Good,” he murmurs, his thumb pressing firmly against your lips until they part. He slips it inside, resting it on your tongue.
You obey without thinking, lips sealing around the digit, your cheeks hollowing as you suck. Slow, deliberate.
His eyes darken.
“That’s it,” Jungkook hums, watching you.
His other hand strokes lazily through your coarse fro, tightening just enough to ache at the scalp.
He leans in, voice low. “Let’s show Eunwoo how well you use this mouth, hmm? I’m sure he’s been dying to see.”
Your breath catches.
Jungkook shifts in his seat, legs spreading slightly as he guides you forward with a gentle but firm tug of your hair. Your knees slide between his thighs, slow and trembling, until you’re eye level with the thick outline pressing against his jeans.
You’re certain there’s a puddle beneath you now. Your thighs already slick, sticky from how turned on you are. The room feels hotter, as you shift your weight, trying to breathe through it.
With shaking hands, you reach for his belt. The sound of the buckle coming undone echoing loud in the quiet room, and you feel every heartbeat between your ears.
Stage fright tugs at your chest, the weight of two sets of eyes on you pressing down like a heavy hand.
But more than anything, you want to do good. For Jungkook.
Your fingers work quickly, tugging the waistband of his boxers down just enough.
A small, involuntary gasp slips past your lips as his cock springs free. Thick, flushed, and already half-hard. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, it always steals your breath. Always makes your throat tighten in both anticipation and awe.
A shudder runs through you.
You glance up.
Jungkook watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted slightly like he’s already imagining how you’ll take him. One hand remains tangled in your hair, possessive. Guiding.
But it’s Eunwoo you feel, too.
Still silently watching.
Eunwoo’s hand flexes around his glass, knuckles pale. Eyes dragging slowly from Jungkook’s cock down to your lips, and you swear his jaw ticks.
Heat floods your cheeks, and your core pulses.
Jungkook tilts your chin again, commanding your attention back to him.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs. “Make it pretty.”
You inhale through your nose and lean forward, lips brushing against his tip, warm and heavy against your mouth. You press a soft kiss there first, reverent. Then your tongue flicks out, kittenish and slow, tasting him, lips wrapping around the crown in a motion that’s more worship than act.
Jungkook’s jaw flexes.
“Good girl,” he breathes, the praise curling low in your stomach.
You take him deeper, inch by inch, one hand wrapping around the base, the other steadying yourself on his thigh. Your mouth works gently, tongue sliding along the underside as he groans, deep and approving.
But it’s not long before his patience thins.
His hand tightens in your hair, not hard, but firm, guiding you off of him slowly before pulling you right back down, just a little deeper than you dared on your own.
Your throat clenches around him and you fight back a gag.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “Let me use that pretty mouth. You wanted to be good, didn’t you?”
You nod around him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. The stretch burns, but so does the need. The arousal between your thighs now unbearable.
Jungkook finds a rhythm, hips rolling slowly, steadily. His hand keeps you in place, fingers fisted in your hair, dragging you forward again and again until your lips are wet, your cheeks hollowed, and your jaw aching in that addictive, perfect way.
The wet suction of your mouth around him, and the soft, broken groans Jungkook lets slip when your tongue swirls just right fill up the room.
You lose yourself in it, lips stretched, jaw burning, the warmth of his cock filling your mouth and your senses. Every little noise he makes feeds your hunger to keep going, to do better.
You’re so focused on pleasing him, so wrapped up in his rhythm and praise, that you almost forget.
You’re not alone.
The sudden heat of a palm sliding over your ass makes you jolt.
You flinch instinctively, trying to lift your head, but Jungkook’s hand presses firmly on the back of your skull, holding you in place.
Then—
Smack.
The slap stings sharp and sudden, echoing through the room, ass heating from the touch.
You moan around him, more shocked than hurt, hole tightening instinctively around nothing.
Jungkook sighs at the feeling. “Fuck.”
“Stay still, pretty,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. “Eunwoo just wants a taste.”
Your body tenses.
You can feel Eunwoo shift behind you, the air moving with him, closer and lower. A second later, a warm breath fans over your core, and you jolt forward, but Jungkook doesn’t let you go.
A broad hand spreads across your lower back. Steady. Possessive.
Followed by a slow, deliberate lick up your center.
Your moan is immediate, muffled around the thick length still resting on your tongue. The sensation is overwhelming. Your thighs twitching as your fingers dig into Jungkook’s jeans, knees threatening to give out.
“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses above you. “She liked that.”
You can’t think. Can’t breathe.
Eunwoo does it again. Slower. Flatter. A lazy stripe that has your spine arching and your hips rolling back into him without permission.
Another slap, harsher this time. It burns hot across your skin, sure to leave a mark.
“Stay still, Eunwoo mumbles against your flesh.
You cry out around Jungkook’s cock, the noise muffled.
You try, God, you try, but your body is vibrating, torn between the ache in your throat, the wet heat between your legs, and the sharp sting of his palm still seared into your skin.
“You hear that?” Jungkook says from above, his voice calm, amused. “You’re making him work harder than he should.”
You whimper, tears blurring your vision.
“You gonna behave?” he asks.
You nod desperately, body trembling.
“Use your words, baby.”
You pull back just enough to speak, voice hoarse and soaked in heat.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper.
Another deep hum from Eunwoo. A teasing lick against your folds. “She’s learning,” he says, almost to himself.
Jungkook exhales a slow breath. “Good,” he says. “Then she’s ready.”
In one swift motion, he lifts you off his cock, hand still firm in your hair as you gasp, spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin, glistening in the low light. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath, the room spinning slightly with heat and humiliation.
“Up,” he murmurs.
You obey immediately, legs shaky as you rise to your feet.
He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s guiding you again, hands on your waist, spinning you to face Eunwoo.
Jungkook pulls you into his lap with practiced ease, your back pressed to his chest, your legs falling naturally over his spread thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he hums in your ear, breath warm against your neck. “Let Eunwoo see how pretty that pussy is.”
Your core clenches at his words.
Still breathless, you let your knees fall open slowly, painfully aware of how soaked you are, of how your arousal glistens between your thighs
Jungkook’s hands slide down to your inner thighs, thumbs gently pulling you open wider, until there’s no room left for modesty. No hiding.
Only display.
“She’s fucking soaked,” Eunwoo mutters from between your legs. “Messy little thing, aren’t you?”
The sound of his voice that close, dripped in hunger, sends a jolt straight through your spine. You twitch in Jungkook’s lap, breath catching in your throat as your thighs try to close on instinct.
But Jungkook doesn’t let you.
His hands tighten around your legs, keeping them open, keeping you exposed.
“Nuh-uh,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “You wanted to be a brat earlier, remember? This is what happens.”
Eunwoo leans in closer, breath fanning across your inner thighs, nose nearly brushing your center.
Jungkook’s fingers trail down your chest, toying with the hem of your nightgown, dragging it higher.
“She can take it,” he says, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “She doesn’t have much of a choice.”
Eunwoo doesn’t wait a second longer.
He dives back in, this time far less polite, tongue firm, confident, moving with purpose. The first stroke has your head rolling back against Jungkook’s shoulder, your mouth dropping open in a silent cry.
Your legs try to close again. Too much, it’s too much. But Jungkook holds them apart, pulling them against your chest to give Eunwoo better access.
“Take it,” he murmurs, voice all silk and command. “Let him taste all of it.”
Eunwoo moans into you, tongue lapping deep, mouth a filthy mess. Each swipe firmer, more deliberate.
Your breath catches on a sob, hips stuttering against Jungkook’s grip. You’re trembling, thighs shaking in his hands, the pressure between your legs coiling tight and dangerous.
“Shit,” you whisper, voice barely there.
But Jungkook hears it.
He chuckles, dark and low in your ear. “Already?”
You nod, eyes clenched shut, your whole body drawn taut like a wire pulled to its limit.
“Eunwoo,” Jungkook says, voice smooth but clipped now, “Slow down. She’s not allowed to cum yet.”
You can’t move, not with your legs pinned to your chest, not with Jungkook’s arm locking you in place like you belong there.
Eunwoo groans against you, but obeys, his movements softening, tongue flattening, pulling back into something maddeningly slow and shallow.
It doesn’t stop the build. If anything, it makes it worse.
You squirm in Jungkook’s hold, whimpering, your hands flying to grip his thighs as your high teeters just out of reach.
“Please,” you breathe, barely coherent. “Please, sir please—”
Jungkook tilts your face toward him, lips brushing your temple.
“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs. “Not until I say.”
You whimper, desperate, frantic, as Eunwoo’s mouth moves with cruel precision.
Every lick is slower. Every flick of his tongue more deliberate. But then his lips close around your clit, and suck.
Just right.
Your whole body jerks in Jungkook’s lap, a broken cry tearing from your throat before you can stop it.
“No—fuck! Please!”
He doesn’t stop. His mouth locks there, tongue swirling in sync with every tug of suction, and your vision goes white at the edges. Nails digging into Jungkook’s thighs as your hips rut forward, chasing it, needing it.
And all the while, Jungkook holds you steady.
“You wanna cum that bad?” he breathes against your jaw. “After being a brat?”
You nod frantically, tears prickling behind your eyes.
“I can’t—I—please, sir.”
A beat of silence. Then.
“Cum.”
The second the word leaves his mouth, your body shatters.
Your orgasm hits hard. Unforgiving, hot and fast and violent as it rips through you. Your thighs clamp instinctively around Eunwoo’s head, but Jungkook forces them open, making you take it, making you feel all of it.
You sob his name, both of their names, as your hips tremble and your breath breaks.
Eunwoo doesn’t stop until you’re fully undone, until the overstimulation starts to blur into pain, and even then it takes Jungkook’s voice to end it.
“That’s enough.”
Eunwoo pulls back, chin glistening, chest rising with his own heavy breaths.
Jungkook presses a soft kiss to the side of your temple, his voice lower now. “Good girl.”
He pushes you off of him without a word, and you flop onto the couch, boneless and trembling.
Your hit the cushions with a soft thud, thighs still twitching, chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. The room spins a little, your pulse thudding in your ears, every nerve in your body humming with aftershock.
The cool air kisses your soaked skin, reminding you of how messy and exposed you are.
You try to pull your nightgown down to cover yourself, but Jungkook catches your wrist mid-movement.
“Uh-uh,” he says, firm but quiet. “We’re not done.”
He maneuvers you onto your hands and knees, body weak as you struggle to hold yourself up. “Please sir, I need a minute,” you beg. But it falls on death ears.
He’s already lining himself up against your pussy, running his head through your messy folds before sinking in. To the hilt.
You yelp at how full you are with no prep, the burn causing your eyes to water as your arms buckle beneath you.
“Eunwoo, how about you test out her mouth,” Jungkook grits out as he fucks you slowly. Dragging his dick all the way out, just fill you to the brim all over again.
“She’s already warmed up,” Jungkook murmurs. “Might as well put her to use.”
You don’t protest. You can’t. Your limbs feel heavy, your mind swimming in submission, and the lingering throb of overstimulation.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Eunwoo says as he stands, walking over to the edge of the couch.
He lifts your chin, forcing you make eye contact with him as he brushes a curl from your face. You were sure your twist-out would be no good by the end of the night.
You watch as he unzips his jeans, releasing his monstrous dick. It was no longer than Jungkook’s, but boy was it girthy.
A sharp thrust from behind sends you gasping for air and Eunwoo takes the opportunity to slip between your lips.
“Fuck,” he moans out causing Jungkook to chuckle, palming the globes of your ass as he drives into you.
“I told you,” Jungkook pants out, “her mouth is unreal.
Eunwoo’s heavy on your tongue, and a little salty from precum, but you don’t mind. Though you struggle to keep up with them both. As one pulls out the other thrusts deeper, you caught in the middle, like a spit roast.
You try to engage, bobbing your head on Eunwoo’s cock, bouncing your ass back to meet Jungkook’s thrusts, but it’s no use. You were no match for these two.
Eunwoo works you until jaw hurts and you muster up the courage to pinch his thigh, signaling him to stop. He pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop and you gasp for breath, coughing slightly.
“You ok baby,” Jungkook asks. Concern in his voice, though he doesn’t slow up, hip pounding into your ass.
You could feel your second orgasm steadily approaching, and you were sure he could too by how hard your walls were contracting around him.
“Fuck,” he sighs out breathless as he slaps your ass, obsessed with the jiggle in response. “Does my princess want to cum?” He asks, earning a shudder from you in response.
He grips you by the hair, arching your back as the head of his dick stabs you right on that special spot, making you see stars.
He tightens his hold in your hair, causing you to wince. “Answer me,” he growls in your ear.
You stare straight ahead at Eunwoo, who’s currently fisting his cock as he watches, the tip an angry purple.
“Yes sir, please let-,” your voice sounds pathetic but you don’t give a fuck. “Let me cum please. I can’t take it,”
He laughs releasing you as he pulls out. You flop back into the couch, well spent.
“I can’t let you come again before our guest Y/N. That’s bad hospitality. Now spin around and present that pretty pussy for Eunwoo. I’m sure he’s been dying to get inside.” Jungkook commands, nudging you.
It takes a minute, but you comply on shaky legs, giving Eunwoo clear access to your soaked pussy.
“So pretty,” he whispers, rubbing a finger through your folds, before sinking in slowly.
You glance over your shoulder and watch as he pulls his digit out of you, popping the finger in his mouth and sucking.
You hang your head, surprised. Who the fuck knew Eunwoo was this freaky.
Too caught off guard by his act, you aren’t prepared for when he sinks in, dick pulsating inside of you.
It doesn’t burn as much anymore, but the stretch was still there.
“Do what you want, but don’t cum inside,” Jungkook warns Eunwoo, watching from his end of the couch.
Eunwoo huffs out a laugh, hips slamming against your ass, jostling you into Jungkook.
“You’re doing so good princess,” Jungkook says as he pats your face. “You’re taking Eunwoo so well.”
He smooths the sweaty curls out of your face as you whine. Eunwoo’s dick had a sick curve to it, and it was hitting you just right, you wouldn’t last much longer.
“I need to cum,” you choke out, orgasm approaching stronger than the first. Eunwoo’s thrust were growing irregular behind you, off-beat signaling he wasn’t too far behind.
“Oh you need to huh?” Jungkook asks, teasing. “Too bad.”
You groan resting your head on your forearms as you take it, fighting the urge for as long as humanly possible.
“Please sir, I can’t hold it,” you cry, begging for mercy. You stare at him with a tear streaked face, completely ruined.
“I don’t know baby, I think you can wait a little longer,” Jungkook trails off, chuckling as you yelp when Eunwoo leans forward, fingers circling your clit.
“Fuck! She’s squeezing me so tight,” Eunwoo gasps out, hips stuttering.
He plows into you once more before pulling out, seed spilling all over you ass. You feel it trickle down your thighs, Eunwoo rubbing it into your skin.
Jungkook slouches down in front of you, stroking his cock. He still hasn’t cum yet either. Fuck.
“Come ride me, Y/N,” he says, voice dripping with arousal.
“I can’t,” you whine out, “I can’t feel my legs,” you were struggling to hold yourself up, completely spent.
“Are you telling me no, Y/N?” He asks voice deep, lacking any humor. Goosebumps pierce your skin.
“Of course not, Sir,” you hurry out, mustering up the energy to move towards him.
Eunwoo had slouched down into the couch, watching hungrily as he comes down from his orgasm
Jungkook helps you out, hoisting you up by the arms as you struggle to line yourself up his cock.
When you sink down on it, the both of you hiss, your legs giving out forcing you to engulf the whole length.
You wrap your arms around his neck and he latches onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming you right back down.
The pace is slow, Jungkook enjoying the fucked out look on your face. You were so beautiful to him. So ethereal like this, coming undone on his cock.
“You did so good today, baby,” he praises as he quickens his thrust. “You took the both of us so well, I think you deserve an award.”
The praise goes straight to your core, your orgasm circling back. “Please sir…” you trail off unable to complete the sentence. You need this release.
He kisses your temple, then your nose and cheek, before finally your lips, before finally saying the words you’ve been dying to hear. “Cum for me Y/N.”
And you do.
Your orgasm rushes over you so intense that you shout out as your vision blurs. You clinch like a vice around Jungkook, sending him over the edge as he paints your walls.
“Fuck Baby,” he groans against you, fucking you through it, making it all the more intense.
You slump against him, mind soft and distant, like someone turned the volume down on the world. Your body melts into his, boneless and quiet, your skin humming with the aftershocks of release. Thoughts barely forms, just sensation: his warmth at your front, the steady thump of his heart, the low rumble of his voice somewhere far away.
You don’t speak. You can’t.
You only breathe, slow and shallow, as the room sways gently around you, everything hazy and far away. A gentle fog wraps around your thoughts
It takes you a minute to come back around, a lot longer than you realize. When awareness finally starts to return, you’re no longer on the couch, no longer bare and trembling under their gaze.
You’re warm.
Clean.
Wrapped in blankets and the steady rhythm of Jungkook’s heartbeat beneath your cheek.
His chest rises and falls beneath you, one hand stroking lazy, comforting circles into your back. The scent of him is all around you.
“It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs against your hair, kissing your head softly. “I’m here. You were so good for us, princess.”
Your throat is dry when you whisper, “Where’s Eunwoo?”
Jungkook smiles against your temple, voice still low, still gentle. “He left a little while ago. He wanted me to let you know that he enjoyed tonight.”
Heat blooms across your cheeks, slow and deep.
You bury your face further into Jungkook’s chest, heart fluttering at the thought. You’ll never be able to see Eunwoo the same after this.
Jungkook chuckles softly. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he murmurs, voice rich with warmth. “You were everything I knew you’d be,” he adds, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And more.”
You smile against his skin, body still heavy but finally at peace.
The two of you drift off to sleep after that—tangled in sheets, in each other, and in the quiet aftermath of something you both know neither of you will forget.
A/N: I definitely need to go touch some grass after this, lol! But thank you guys so much for 100 followers!! As I post this I’m already at 199, which is so crazy because I literally just hit 100 a few days ago😭! I appreciate you guys so much and I’m so happy you take time out of your day to read my fics!! 💕💕🫶🏽😚
