PRIVATE PRACTICE | jeon jungkook â â¸â¸
starring:Â sex therapist!jungkook x fem!reader
synopsis: When your boyfriend Soobin struggles to satisfy you in the bedroom, you both agree to see the cityâs most sought-after sex therapist: Jeon Jungkook. Charming, confident, and dangerously skilled with his hands, Jungkook doesnât just offer adviceâ he shows you exactly how itâs supposed to feel. What starts as clinical demonstrations quickly turns into something far more intense, with Soobin watching helplessly from the corner as Jungkook takes his time teaching your body pleasures your boyfriend never could.
warnings: smut mdni, masturbation, use of a vibrator, cuckholding, fingering, oral (f.rec.), unprotected sex, missionary, lotus, doggystyle, biting, ass eating (because @merakoo asked for it), ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie, squirting, this is filthy as fuck, soobin x reader.
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The room was quiet except for the slow, uneven sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. You lay on your back beside Soobin, both of you staring up at the ceiling where the same faint crack in the paint had been mocking you for months now. The sheets beneath you felt sticky and warm, but the warmth wasnât the satisfying kind that usually came after really good sex. It was just⌠fine. Everything lately had been fine. His hand had been gentle on your hips, his kisses soft against your neck, and when he finally came, he let out that familiar quiet groan before collapsing beside you. But you hadnât. Not even close.
In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasnât mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldnât feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.
Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didnât quite know how to voice. âGoodnight, baby,â he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.
âGoodnight,â you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.
You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one youâd come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.
You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt youâd thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperateâ the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.
Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card youâd tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couplesâ intimacy issues. Youâd stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was⌠how hands-on.
Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappearedâ the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldnât keep going on like this. Something had to change.
The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last nightâs secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibratorâs buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.
All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.
You went through the motionsâ making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks Iâm unhappy with him as a person and not just⌠this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couplesâ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.
By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldnât stop racing.
Halfway through the meal, you couldnât take it anymore.
Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.
Soobinâs voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.
It wasnât the frustrated kind youâd feared. It was⌠relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.
âYouâve been thinking about this for a while, havenât you?â he asked quietly.
You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. âYes. I⌠I know things havenât been great. Between us. In bed. I know youâve felt it too.â
Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you againâ really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.
âI have,â he admitted, voice low. âIâve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you donât⌠every time you make those little sounds like youâre trying to spare my feelings.â He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. âI didnât know how to bring it up. I didnât want you to think I donât want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just⌠I donât know how to fix it.â
The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. âI donât want to keep pretending everythingâs fine when itâs not,â you whispered. âI think⌠maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what theyâre doing.â
Soobin glanced back down at Jungkookâs name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. âOkay,â he said softly. âIf youâre sure you want to do this⌠then Iâm in. Weâll do it together.â
You let out a shaky breath you didnât realize youâd been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.
The waiting room of Jeon Jungkookâs private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.
You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.
Ten minutes felt like an eternity.
Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldnât stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.
Finally, the door opened.
Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.
He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.
You couldnât stop staring.
Jungkook didnât speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldnât tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.
After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.
His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. âHello,â he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. âIâm Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. Iâve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.â He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. âSo⌠why donât you tell me what brought you here today?â
You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.
You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of âfineâ could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkookâs gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.
Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you werenât fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didnât know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.
Jungkook listened intently the entire time.
His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didnât interrupt. He didnât offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.
When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.
âI appreciate how open youâve both been so far,â he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. âBut to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly⌠what does it actually look like when youâre together?â
You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobinâs hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. âLetâs start with positions,â he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. âWhat positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor inâ duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?â
The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkookâs gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at youâ focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.
You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. âWe⌠we mostly just do missionary,â you admitted, cheeks burning. âItâs what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes Iâll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do⌠thereâs not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesnât feel⌠right.â
Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didnât look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.
âAnd how long does it usually last?â he asked, voice smooth. âFrom the moment clothes come off to when itâs over. Be honest.â
Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. âMaybe⌠ten to fifteen minutes?â he offered quietly. âSometimes less. I try to hold out, butâŚâ
You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. âItâs not that itâs bad,â you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. âItâs just⌠short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I donât know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. Thereâs no real⌠intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.â
Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. âNo oral?â he asked calmly. âNo doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?â
Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldnât be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what youâd been missing.
Soobin shook his head slowly. âWeâve tried oral a few times, but⌠it doesnât last long. And no, weâve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didnât know how.â
You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. âItâs always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too⌠predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how itâs going to be forever.â
Jungkookâs eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. âI understand,â he said, voice dropping slightly. âYouâre stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration youâre both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.â
Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.
âIâve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,â he said, voice low and smooth. âWords and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. Iâd like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.â
He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. âI wonât do anything without your explicit consent,â Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. âThis would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. Iâll start slow. Iâll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your bodyâs responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.â
Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobinâs hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.
Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never waveredâ calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. âYes,â you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, âYes⌠I want that.â
Jungkookâs lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. âAnd you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?â
Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. âIf she wants it⌠then yes.â Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.
âCome here,â he said softly. âLie back and get comfortable.â
Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.
He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. âRelax for me,â he murmured. âWeâre going to start very slow.â Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.
A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.
âSee how she responds when you take your time?â Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. âDonât rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.â
He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didnât even try to hold back.
Jungkookâs free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.
Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. âHow does that feel?â he asked you, voice husky. âBe honest.â
You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. âIt feels⌠really good,â you breathed, cheeks burning.
A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkookâs lips. âGood,â he murmured, leaning back down. âThen letâs continue.â Jungkookâs hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. âLetâs remove this,â he murmured, voice low and reassuring. âI want you to feel everything without barriers.â
His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.
The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined staresâ Soobinâs wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkookâs dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.
He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.
âWatch how Iâm touching her,â Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. âDonât just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this⌠feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until itâs sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? Thatâs what you want.â
You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.
After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkookâs hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. âStill okay?â he asked softly.
You nodded quickly, biting your lip. âYesâŚâ
With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything heâd done so far. Jungkookâs middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.
âFuck⌠sheâs soaked,â he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. âThis is key, Soobin. Donât rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?â
Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.
After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.
âSee that?â he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. âSheâs gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly⌠curl them like this⌠and listen to the sounds she makes.â He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Jungkookâs eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. âYouâre doing so well,â he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. âLet me hear you.â
Jungkookâs fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldnât hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. âAhâ fuck⌠Jungkookââ you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. âOh my god⌠it feels so goodââ
âThatâs it,â Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. âLet it out. Donât hold back for me.â His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.
Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything youâd felt in months.
Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. âIâm going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,â he told Soobin calmly. âThis combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.â
You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.
He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.
Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what heâd described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.
You were on cloud nine.
âFuckâ! Jungkookâ oh my fucking godââ you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.
Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. âSoobin,â Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. âCome closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.â
Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobinâs hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.
âBabyâ ahhâ it feels so good,â you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkookâs skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobinâs hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkookâs hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.
Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.
You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriendâs hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.
The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkookâs tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobinâs hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkookâs dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.
Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.
You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. âJungkookâ! Fuck, Iâm cummingâ!â Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobinâs hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another manâs mouth.
Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. âAre you both willing to continue?â he asked. âIâd like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what youâve been doing and what she actually needs.â
You didnât even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. âYes,â you breathed, almost desperately. âPlease⌠I want more.â
Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what heâd just witnessed, but he nodded as well. âIf she wants it⌠yes.â
A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkookâs lips. âGood,â he murmured. âIâm going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then Iâll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just⌠adequate.â
Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.
He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.
After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. âWatch carefully,â he told Soobin, voice rough. âThis is how you claim her.â
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.
You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. âFuck⌠so tight,â Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkookâs hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. âThatâs it,â he groaned, eyes locked on your face. âTake my cock. Feel how deep I am?â
Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.
Jungkookâs grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.
âFuckâ!â you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.
Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. âSoobin,â he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. âPlay with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.â
Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like heâd watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.
Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. âOh my godâ! Itâs so good⌠so fucking goodâ Jungkook, your cock is so bigâ I canâtâ ahh!â The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.
Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.
Soobinâs fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. âYou look so beautiful like this,â he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. âAll fucked out⌠youâre glowing. So fucking pretty when youâre moaning like that.â
His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobinâs hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkookâs forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. âYour dick is so big, it feels too good, I canât thinkâ please donât stopâ!â you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.
Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.
âThatâs right,â he growled, voice rough and low. âFeel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.â
He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkookâs thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.
The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkookâs cock slamming into you, combined with Soobinâs fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.
Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.
âJungkookâ! Iâm cummingâ fuck. â you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobinâs hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.
You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.
He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.
âThis is called the lotus position,â Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. âItâs intimate. Sheâs completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because sheâs full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.â
You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didnât even know existed.
âAhh! Jungkook!â you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. âItâs so deep⌠so fucking deep, oh my god.â
Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.
Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Thenâ smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. âFuck, thatâs it,â he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. âRide me just like that. Use my cock.â
He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.
You were lost in itâ sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkookâs cock and how his hands owned your ass.
Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. âThatâs my good girl⌠Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when youâre falling apart.â
You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkookâs thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. âJungkook⌠Jungkookâ fuck, Jungkookââ you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.
Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. âWhat is it, pretty girl?â he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. âWhat do you need? Tell me. Use your words.â
You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. âI want it from behind,â you begged, voice shaky and desperate. âPlease⌠I want you to fuck me from behind.â
Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. âGreedy girl,â he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.
He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. âSoobin, sit down right here,â he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobinâs lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.
You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.
Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.
âIâm going to eat her ass now,â Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. âMost men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.â Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.
A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. âOh my god!â you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.
You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobinâs thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.
His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. âFuckâ Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!â you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobinâs thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. âHear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what sheâs been missing.â Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.
Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobinâs thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didnât rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobinâs thighs.
Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldnât get enough.
Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.
Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. âNow Iâm going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.â
You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkookâs cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.
A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didnât give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.
âFuckâ so tight,â he growled, voice low and strained.
Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobinâs thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.
âYou like that?â he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. âYou like being fucked like a little toy from behind?â
âYes! Yes, fuckâ Jungkook!â you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.
Jungkookâs pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.
Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobinâs thigh. Jungkookâs grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.
He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. âSoobin,â he said, breathing heavily. âGrab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.â
Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkookâs thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkookâs.
âThatâs it,â Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. âPull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.â
Soobinâs hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkookâs cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkookâs cock slam even deeper inside you.
A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. âOh my god!â you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobinâs familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkookâs massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity youâd never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkookâs thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.
Jungkook groaned in approval. âGood. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.â
Soobinâs grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkookâs cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder â the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkookâs hips.
You were falling apart between them.
âFuckâ fuckâ itâs so deep!â you cried out, voice muffled against Soobinâs thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobinâs legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. âJungkookâs cock is so big⌠Soobin, baby, heâs so deep inside meâ I canâtâ
Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkookâs cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. âThatâs it,â Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. âFeel how sheâs dripping down my cock? Sheâs fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.â
Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.
The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkookâs thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.
Jungkookâs breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. âFuckâ Iâm close,â he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. âGonna fill this pretty pussy up.â
You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkookâs pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.
The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkookâs grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. âThatâs it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.â
The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkookâs cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didnât stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.
âFuck, look at her,â Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. âSheâs squirting everywhere. Good girl⌠such a messy, beautiful girl.â
Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobinâs hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks heâd left behind.
Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. âThat,â he said calmly, âis what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.â He looked at you softly. âHow do you feel?â
You could barely speak, still floating. âIncredibleâŚâ you whispered hoarsely. âIâve never⌠felt anything like that.â
Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. âYou did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. Weâll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.â
He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.
As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldnât stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.
Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. âBook your next session soon,â he said with a small, knowing smirk. âWe still have a lot to work on⌠and I think you both know now how much she needs it.â
You left the office leaning on Soobinâs arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened⌠and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.
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