#jungkook hard hours

[kcake555]

Jungkook cake 🍰

bts

[kooberryfields4ever]

lucky

hello !!!!!!! was not expecting this to get as long as it did nor did i expect the turn but what can i say i am a creature driven by self satisfaction……… :( anyways originally this was gonna be like a 1k max drabble bc i rewatched jks sleepy eepy sweetie live and he was twitching and looked so pretty that i HAD to write something domestic !!!! but i am an ANIMAL and thinking about jungkook sleepy in the morning made me feral😇 hope u enjoy!!!!!!!!

wc: 2500+

content warnings : fluff & smut below the cut, light nipple play, fingering, jungkook has a cute panty kink(?), jungkook is an unstoppable force, unprotected piv sex, gendered terms (the word “girl” is used & detailed desc of female anatomy), messy orgasm

MDNI !

You’ve been awake for ten minutes now, just watching Jungkook twitch in his slumber. It’s early morning – a little after 8:00AM – and he looks so unbelievably beautiful under the gentle sunlight flittering through the blinds. With a soft smile on your lips, your eyes trail over his eyebrows, paying attention to how they raise and drop in his unconsciousness, moving down to his relaxed jaw and the divots of his shoulder blades when your gaze lowers. The gentle rise and fall of his back as he breathes and the fist that keeps clenching and unclenching while you lay beside him makes your smile widen. Jungkook is a breath-taking sight, looking so at peace while you observe him. His muscles are softer in their unflexed state and you can’t help it when your finger finds his right triceps and paints shapes over it. His tattoos are next on your list of targets, and soon your wandering finger is tracing the inked motifs like you’re re-carving them into his skin, following the lines and curves of the patterns as if they were new to you.  

They are very much not new to you, though. You think you’ve studied them over a hundred times, committed them to memory, made them so indelible in your mind that you’re sure you could redraw them perfectly if he ever asked. You chance at moving your touch to his fingers, watching his face amusedly when you lift his hand to inspect them and he furrows his brow. The soft letters adorning the bones of his joints are met with the pad of your thumb as you stroke them adoringly, fighting the desperate urge to kiss his calloused palm when the tips of your fingers press against the rough skin. Your fingers don’t get to explore for long before he opens a single eye suspiciously, curling his fingers around your hand to stop you. 

“Good morning,” his voice is deeper, sluggish, yet gentle still through the rasp. “You having fun?” 

“I was,” you smirk, intertwining your fingers with his instinctually, “until you so rudely interrupted me.” His thumb rubs your knuckles sleepily, bringing them to his lips for a chaste kiss, turning onto his back, pulling you closer to his chest and tucking his other hand behind his head. 

“Mm, my bad.” Comes his short reply, blinking his eyes open once again to find yours. His fingers card through your hair when you sit up on your elbows, leaning against his solid frame. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip while you allow yourself to continue observing him from above now that he’s awake.  

“Do you know you twitch a lot in your sleep?” You ask, reaching over to rub some sleep from the corner of his eye. Your thumb runs over his cheek, then down to his lower lip, dragging it down playfully and watching it bounce back when you let go abruptly. He shakes his head slightly to answer your question but sits quietly, content to just let you fiddle, fondly mirroring the smile you offer him when you lean forward to press your foreheads together. “I should’ve filmed it. You almost knocked me out.” 

“Instead of leaving me in peace?” He quirks a brow, tilting his head back to press a kiss to your lips quickly before lowering it again. “I don’t think I’m capable of hurting you, even if I’m unconscious. It’s written out of my biological code.”  

You giggle, shaking your head. “As if I would’ve let you anyway, we both know I'd win in a fight.” 

Your lips chase his naturally, and he hums sweetly when you connect them again, smirking. “Is that a challenge?” He mumbles into your mouth, you feel his hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer still before flipping you onto your back effortlessly. He continues kissing you like that. 

“Because I really beg to differ,” he ruses, trailing a hand down to the back of your thigh to hold your leg up against his hip. “Think I’d win in a heartbeat.” Another kiss. “How easy was it for me to get you like this?” His hips move against yours in a slow motion, making you very aware of a growing presence between his legs as it presses against you through all your layers of clothing. 

“You play dirty, that’s why,” you joke back, pushing your palm against his forehead. He moves away from your lips to attach his mouth to your neck, kissing down to your collarbone delicately, the same way your fingers did to him minutes ago. “Caught me off guard, that’s- that’s not fair,” the small moan that leaves you after your stutter is unintentional. Curse Jungkook and how easily your body gives in to his ministrations. You loathe the way he seems to revel in it too, snickering when he moves his hips again. 

You lean your head back against the pillows when he pushes your tank top up over your tits and you can feel his lips enclose around your nipple. It’s not a fair fight, Jungkook knows that. Knows that when his teeth brush against the darker flesh it’ll pebble against his tongue. Knows that when his hands slip down past your waist and hips, your legs will spread instinctually for him. Knows that when your fingers tangle in his hair, he’s got you.  

“Could die between your tits,” His muffled voice knocks you out of your pleasured trance, and you hum in acknowledgement. He’s resting his face between your breasts rather lovingly now, kissing the skin between them with a hand on your waist. The hand tangled in his hair falls to his nape, scratching at the baby hairs grown out from his last haircut.  

“I wouldn’t encourage you to.” 

“Couldn’t be the worst fate.” 

His response has you rolling your eyes, “No, a worse fate would be me beating you to a pulp because you thought you’d win in a wrestling match against me.” He chuckles, looking up at you and resting his chin on your chest with a soft pout. 

“Seemed to like my approach a second ago,” he murmurs, crawling back up your body to kiss you again. There’s no underlying motive behind it, he just really likes your lips on his. You give in because, despite your argumentative nature, you like his lips too. He kisses you lazily, knee slotted between your legs, half-heartedly holding his body up to stop himself from leaning all of his weight on you. Your arms drape naturally over his shoulders and around his neck to keep him there, and you can feel his smile against your lips. 

“You still hard?” His only response is the subtle grind of his hips against yours in affirmation and a slight lowering of his hand on your waist, on a slow but steady mission. 

“Should I be offended that you don’t seem to be doing anything about it?” 

“Gettin’ to it, jus’ let me kiss you.” He licks into your mouth sweetly, chasing the taste of you. Tries to pull you impossibly closer when you chuckle, spurring him on even more. He bites your lower lip, his wandering hand finally slipping past the waistband of your pyjama pants and brushing over your underwear. You can feel him smirk when he finds the small bow on the front, parting from your lips to slip your pants down to get a good look at them. They’re childish, pink and polka dotted and old; you’ve had them since before you and Jungkook even started dating but hardly wear them anymore. 

“Cute.” Is all he says, and you roll your eyes before reaching down to pull them off. He grabs your wrists, meeting your eyes sternly. “Keep ‘em on.” 

You slip your hands from his grasp, nodding hesitantly but obediently. You watch him curiously when he focuses his entire attention on your clothed pussy, entranced by it, pressing his fingers against the damp fabric to watch it cling to the shape of you, darkening with your arousal. 

“Fuck, they’re so cute, baby,” he babbles, not really even speaking directly to you, just thinking out loud, “can I fuck you with them on?” He asks sweetly, kissing your chest and keeping an eye on you as he waits for your answer. You nod, combing your fingers through his hair when he peppers more kisses across your tits as a thank you. He pushes the fabric aside slightly to gain access to your pussy with no restrictions, not hesitating to sink his middle and index fingers past your opening. He knows you’re wet enough, preening when he hears your breaths turn to soft moans. He’s so familiar with your body now that curling his fingers up against your g-spot is second nature to him. You encourage him wordlessly, watching him work while his head still rests on your chest.  

He knows you, so when you start to tighten around him and your moans turn into held breaths, he withdraws from you. You go to protest, furrowing your brow annoyedly, but he shushes you.  

“Gonna have you come on my dick, baby.” There’s a brief pause while he separates from you to push his boxers down and take your pyjamas bottoms fully off too, grunting when he strokes himself languidly above you before rubbing his tip between your dripping folds, still fascinated by the panties he made you keep on. 

“So pretty,” he coos, and for lack of better judgement, you nod. “So fuckin’ wet, love when you get like this for me. All for me.” He’s egging you on, coating himself in your arousal and pressing his forehead to yours when he sinks the mushroom tip of his cock past your opening. It’s calculated and slow, you think it’s to tease you, to prolong your frustration even longer; truthfully, it’s because Jungkook is embarrassingly close and wants to make himself last as long as he can. 

“You wore these the first time I fucked you,” he admits, sinking deeper into your walls and breathing against your lips, “all I could think about for the rest of that week was getting to fuck you again, you were so perfect.” He pulls out slowly, before pushing back in, deeper this time. You let out a half-moan, half-breath, and he repeats until he’s fully seated inside of you. 

“Wanted to fuck you with them on then, too, thought they were so cute.” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“Thought it was pervy, thinking your panties were cute and wanting to keep them on,” he chuckles, kissing you gently and quickening the pace of his hips to fuck you faster, “think you would’ve thought I was a creep, wouldn’t have let me. Was easier to make you think I just wanted to take my time undressing you.” 

“You’re right, I wouldn’t have.” 

“Mm, you’re well trained now.” 

His words get him a slap at the back of his head, and he laughs with you. The amusement doesn’t last long however, and soon he’s hiding his face in your shoulder to piston his cock in and out of you. You curse under your breath, letting him grip your thigh to guide your knee to your chest, wanting to fuck you deeper. He tuts, frustrated at the fact that he can’t get as deep as he wants, and soon your knees are over his shoulders with his hands holding your hips while he fucks you vigorously. He’s grunting animalistically, his tip prodding your cervix over and over, the corona of his cock rubbing deliciously against your g-spot every time he pulls back.  

“Touch yourself.” He instructs from your shoulder. It’s gentle, you know he doesn’t mean to come across as commanding but you like it anyway. You’re quick to obey, of course, and soon you’re trailing a hand down to your own pussy to start rubbing at your clit. He wants you to finish, that much is apparent, and you assume it’s because he’s trying to hold off his own orgasm for you. It’s wordless between you when you feel the familiar band in your stomach begin to tighten, and your free hand wanders across his broad back, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades in such a contrasting way to how you were so gentle only ten minutes ago. He grunts, knows you’re close because you’re clenching around him and he can feel you holding your breath. He kisses your collarbone as silent encouragement, and a few more strokes has you coming undone around him, finally releasing your breath and pulsing around him in a way that has you nearly pushing him out. 

“Gonna come, where you want it?” He asks quietly, knows your answer but wants to hear it. You always want it inside, and Jungkook is always more than happy to oblige. 

“On my panties.” Comes your surprising reply, and Jungkook’s pupils dilate to proportions you didn’t think were physically possible. He stops moving, dropping his grip on your hips to brace his hands against the sides of your head and hold himself up above you.  

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” he jokes, dipping down to kiss you fervently, picking up the pace of his hips again, “you’re so fucking perfect, you want me to come all over your panties, baby? Want me to make a mess?” 

You’re not stupid, you know as much as the next girl that if there’s anything a man likes more than coming inside, it’s staking his claim. Of course, semen washes off - but the thought of Jungkook painting your panties white even makes your stomach flip. You nod, and he doesn’t need any more persuasion before he pulls out of you and sits up in order to stroke himself, a singular goal in mind. Your panties are still tucked to the side so he can see all of you as his fist pumps his cock quickly. You observe him, his cock is still wet from your arousal and his tip is so swollen and red that you’re unsure how he lasted even this long. As expected, he doesn’t last very long, and soon thick white ropes of come are shooting from his tip and coating your pussy and the fabric of your panties. He’s shuddering, curling over on himself before collapsing beside you on the bed. 

“C’mere,” he pants out, slipping his arms around your middle and pulling you toward him, “this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” 

“Really wasn’t, I was doting on you.” 

“Feeling me up is ‘doting’ now?” 

You push him away playfully, but he keeps his grip on you, laughing when you turn around to get away from him. He pulls you back towards him and spoons you.  

“I was being cute and you made it pervy, like always.” He can hear the pout in your voice, so he mumbles something in agreement. Knows there’s no winning here when he just came all over your panties like some kind of neanderthal. He rubs his hand over your belly, kissing your shoulder blade affectionately to keep you close. Your own hands cover his, intertwining your fingers once again and snuggling sweetly into him. 

a/n 🗒️ as always tysm for reading !!! if u have anything to say pls do i love to hear from ppl and reflecting on criticism is my driving force 💆‍♀️ reqs/asks are open !!!!

[sometimesiwritethings]

Waste It on Me | Namjoon & Jungkook

🌑pairing | Kim Namjoon x gn!reader x Jeon Jungkook

🌘genre | smut and lots of feelings

🌗word count | 6.3k

🌖includes | established relationship, boyfriend Namjoon, drunken confessions, best friend Jungkook, friends to lovers, threesome, power dynamics, dirty talk, voyeurism, unprotected sex, sub drop, (belated) healthy communication, polyamory

🌕blurb | Jungkook realized his mistake as soon as he saw the wheels turning furiously behind Namjoon’s narrowed eyes. “I’m not in love with you. I just... I love both of you! As buddies! It’s not lik-”

Jungkook tossed and turned for what felt like hours, even though his phone claimed he'd laid down less than twenty minutes ago. It wasn’t just the limited space of your couch that kept him awake, nor the inevitable fact that he'd wake up with a stiff back in the morning. No, it was his overactive mind that betrayed him.

All he could do was play the night’s events over and over again in his head. Each quick glance Namjoon shot you at the bar. Every kiss you stole from his hyung while Jungkook took his turn at the pool table. The fire in Namjoon’s eyes as he practically dragged you into the bedroom, leaving Jungkook alone the moment the three of you made it back to your apartment. He wasn’t sure if it was the memories or the alcohol creating the tight burn in his stomach, but the feeling grew stronger until he buried his face in the cushions to muffle his whines.

It was all so perfect.

Jungkook had been the biggest supporter of your budding relationship ever since you confided in him about your crush on Namjoon. After all, Jungkook had introduced the two of you. So, of course, he'd been excited when both his closest friends began to date in secret.

Whenever he noticed your relationship hit a rough patch, Jungkook felt it was his personal responsibility to make sure you two came out of it stronger than before. Plus it was a nice distraction from his nonexistent dating life. He preferred it this way. Love had never worked for Jungkook before, he was no stranger to heartbreak and the pain of always being let go. He would much rather dedicate his time to making sure you and Namjoon had better luck than he did.

Lately, it seemed like the two of you were stuck in a rut. Tonight had been his attempt to recreate the first date Namjoon had taken you on, hoping to highlight the reason you two had fallen in love in the first place. It was a last-ditch effort, but thankfully it paid off.

As great as this victory was, Jungkook was doing himself no favors by letting it run on repeat in his mind. There had been mention of brunch plans that he was going to miss out on if he didn’t get to sleep soon. He vaguely remembered there was a bottle of melatonin in your medicine cabinet and rolled off the couch in search of it.

A thin beam of light escaped from the crack in your doorway to illuminate the dark hallway. The idea of you and Namjoon staying up well into the night thanks to Jungkook’s role as cupid made him feel strangely satisfied and warm to his core. He really did try to allow the two of you some semblance of privacy and ignore the whispers coming from your room. But when he heard his name not once, but twice in a hushed tone, Jungkook couldn’t help but stop and listen.

“… always there. How am I supposed to focus on us when we never have time alone?” Namjoon’s voice was thick and raspy after a night of drinking.

“That’s not fair and you know it.” Your voice was softer and more controlled, though it still held a stern warning.

“Why not? You know it’s true,” Namjoon was quick to defend himself. “Let’s face it, we’re not a couple. It’s like our relationship has a third hidden member and I just don’t know what that means for us. I don’t know how to deal with that without-”

If he'd been sober, Jungkook would have had enough self-awareness to retreat back to the living room. He would have spent the rest of the night quietly dissecting Namjoon’s words before reaching the inevitable conclusion it was his own fault your relationship was unable to move forward in any meaningful way. He would have slipped out of your apartment before the sun rose and begun to distance himself from the two most important people in his life, no matter how it would break his heart to do so.

But there was just enough alcohol in Jungkook's system to make him overly sensitive and in desperate need of answers, no matter the consequence.

“What do you mean you’re not a couple!” Jungkook demanded as he burst into your room. He ignored your surprised yelp and set his sights on Namjoon, who stood by your desk wearing only a pair of sweatpants and a weary expression. A small voice of reason tried to warn him that he'd regret this in the morning, but Jungkook was too heated to listen.

“I call to the stand my surprise witness: Jeon Jungkook,” Namjoon remarked with a heavy sigh. He ignored Jungkook entirely and turned his attention back to where you sat on the bed. “Do you get it now? This isn't normal.”

A feverish heat raced across Jungkook’s cheeks. How dare his hyung keep gossiping as if he wasn’t there. He stepped directly in front of Namjoon, refusing to be ignored. “You should be grateful to have such an abnormal friend! Do you have any idea how many hours I’ve wasted on both of you? Arranging dates. Late-night advice. Keeping it all a secret.” With each example, he poked Namjoon’s bare chest for emphasis. “You think I'd do that if I thought you two weren’t perfect for each other? If you weren’t a real couple?”

“Kookie.”

It was only a single word spoken barely above a whisper, but it was enough to bring his rant to a halt. He exchanged a guilty look with Namjoon, who almost looked as shameful as Jungkook felt, before he turned around to face you.

You had always made him feel soft, but the sight of you dressed only in a pair of fuzzy socks and Namjoon’s oversized sweatshirt made Jungkook’s heart melt. For a brief moment, he wondered if you were still wearing the new underwear he helped you pick out earlier that week or if you'd already stripped it off.

“I really didn’t want to have this conversation with either of you tonight, but here we are,” you huffed. A tired smile flitted across your lips as you reached out to take Jungkook’s hand in yours. “I’m sorry you overheard us talking, but I promise it’s not as sinister as it sounds. Please, sit down?”

Jungkook spared a glance over his shoulder, but Namjoon was busy ignoring him again and pacing the length of your room. A gentle tug on his hand brought Jungkook’s attention back to you. There wasn’t a man alive who could resist your cute little pout, so he took a spot next to you on the bed and rested his head on your shoulder. The scent of your lotion still clung to your skin and mixed nicely with the smell of Namjoon’s sweatshirt.

The blend of the two scents helped to calm Jungkook’s racing heart, and his eyes slid shut as he inhaled it deeper. It was a smell that was soothing, consoling. One that assured him that he'd found his place in the world. He was always meant to go through life with you and Namjoon at his side. And yet, for the first time, he was worried his safe haven might crumble beneath his feet.

“Are you guys going to break up?”

Jungkook hated how his voice betrayed him, making him sound as small and uncertain as he felt at that moment. Of course, he'd known on some level there was a chance that your relationship might not last forever. But he never imagined the end coming so suddenly - certainly not after he'd orchestrated the perfect date. Nor had he ever considered the possibility that he'd be the catalyst for the end of it all.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and pulled him closer against the curve of your neck. “I told you it wasn’t like that,” you sighed. Deft fingers combed through Jungkook’s hair as he relaxed deeper into your touch. “It was your big mouth that started this, Joon. You explain it to him.”

Jungkook peaked his eyes open to find that Namjoon had stopped his pacing and now stood directly in front of him. The withering look in his hyung’s eyes made Jungkook feel small in your arms. He couldn’t help but notice the way Namjoon’s jaw jutted forward in irritation, or how his broad shoulders were pushed back to bring himself to his full height.

It was clear that Namjoon felt a touch territorial at that moment. Jungkook tried to squirm his way out of your arms, but you simply held him tighter. Above his head, he could feel your jaw move as you silently mouthed something that made Namjoon huff and roll his eyes. Whatever secret message that passed between you two managed to soften his edge, though.

“I know how much you do for us Kook, I really do,” Namjoon reassured as he began his nervous pacing once more. “But that’s the weird part. You’ve never put this much effort into any of your past relationships combined.”

Namjoon sighed and shot Jungkook another look, one that made Kook’s stomach turn with how lost his hyung appeared. “I want to think things would have gone just as well without your help, but I honestly don’t know if that’s true. You’ve always been an unofficial part of our relationship.”

“And you want me to take a step back to let you guys be a real couple,” Jungkook mumbled.

It was only logical. Of course the two of you wanted more time alone; you were brilliant people with so much to learn and love about each other. And here he was selfishly getting in the way every time.

“No, no, no!” In a flash, Namjoon knelt in front of Jungkook and grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him upright out of your arms. “That’s the last thing either of us want,” Namjoon assured him. He took a moment to study Jungkook’s wide eyes before he took a deep breath and cupped the younger man’s cheek. “I just need to know. Why do you hang around us so much? What’s in it for you?”

Perhaps it was the lingering effect of the alcohol or the whirlwind of Namjoon’s shifting mood. Whatever the reason, Jungkook found himself nuzzling against the warm hand on his cheek as the confession escaped his lips, “Because I’m in love with you.”

Shit.

Jungkook realized his mistake as soon as he saw the wheels turning furiously behind Namjoon’s narrowed eyes. He knew his hyung was weighing his words and would soon realize the hidden depth to them not even Jungkook had fully come to terms with. “I’m not in love with you. I just... I love both of you! As buddies! It’s not lik-”

Namjoon grabbed the back of his neck, warm and Jungkook fully believed he was about to be thrown out into the dark hallway. The last thing he expected was to feel Namjoon's mouth crushed against his own quivering lips. Jungkook froze. His confused mind took far too long to realize he was experiencing a kiss.

It was a delicate kiss despite all of Namjoon’s earlier posturing. His lips felt warm and safe, just as inviting as the man they belonged to. Jungkook found himself melting against those soft lips as he hesitantly returned the kiss. He had no clue what was going on or why, but he had experienced too many guilty dreams about this exact moment not to give in a little.

It wasn’t long before the grip on Jungkook’s neck tightened. The kiss began to deepen and Namjoon nipped at his lower lip. Jungkook yelped out, more from surprise than pain, and pulled away from the kiss. A strained growl rippled in Namjoon’s chest, but he didn’t fight against Jungkook’s retreat.

Jungkook struggled to straighten his head and catch his breath. He caught Namjoon watching him closely with a hungry expression, his eyes hazy with need. It made Jungkook shiver, but he froze as a pair of hands wrapped around his waist and he guiltily remembered you were sitting right next to him.

And you had watched Jungkook share the most intimate kiss of his life with your boyfriend.

“Slow down, Joon,” you laughed. You rested your chin on Jungkook’s shoulder and gazed up at him. Your eyes held the same need as Namjoon’s, but more playful and curious. “Kookie hasn’t had as long to process this as we have. Give him a chance to catch up.”

Jungkook glanced between you and Namjoon, feeling absolutely lost. He felt as though all the pieces were there, but for the life of him he could not figure out how they fit together. It was like the two of you read ahead to learn the twist ending and were waiting patiently for Jungkook to figure it out himself. But his mind was a mess; he was too busy staring at Namjoon’s lips to think straight.

“I’m so confused,” Jungkook confessed.

Namjoon chuckled and laid his hands on Jungkook's thighs, causing his heart to stutter. “We’ve tried to do this on our own, but it always feels like there’s something missing.” You hummed in agreement when Namjoon glanced at you for support. “We don’t want you to take a step back, Kook. We want you to stop hanging out on the sidelines and start being a real part of our relationship.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed in deep thought. Somehow he felt even more confused after Namjoon’s confession. Sure, he'd entertained this very what-if fantasy more times than he cared to admit. But it was a delusion that he had never put any real thought into. He knew for certain that indulging himself would only be a waste of time. He knew what love did to people.

How many times had he sat back and laughed at the chaotic love lives of his hyungs? At least when he kept to the sidelines, Jungkook could keep his wits about him. He could see the trouble on the horizon and squash it before it had a chance to ruin things.

If Jungkook were to leave the sidelines and join in the game, he knew his heart would get the better of him. He'd become just as blind as everyone else. He wouldn’t be able to protect you and Namjoon the same way he did now. Even worse, he might become the cause of tears and heartbreak for you two. And Jungkook had no idea how he'd ever hope to pick up the pieces if that happened.

Jungkook smiled bitterly and he shook his head. “I can't, hyung.”

“Why not?” Namjoon demanded with a frown. “You just said you were in love with me, with us. We love you too, Kook.” He reached forward to brush back Jungkook’s bangs, looking wounded when he pulled back from the touch. “I know it’s a lot to process right now, but don’t turn us down without thinking it through.”

Jungkook sighed because he had thought it through. Countless times. And each time he mentally watched it end in warfare that destroyed his closest friendships. He didn’t want to be eaten up and then thrown away once you both realized he wasn’t to your taste. At least this way he could stay in your lives without shattering the delicate balance he'd worked so hard to achieve.

“Of course I love you guys, you’re my friends,” Jungkook enunciated. He swallowed hard around the lie when your arms became rigid around him. “But I don’t want things to change. I’m not interested in either of you like that. I just want to be your friend and stay by your side through everything.”

Namjoon let out a harsh laugh. He leaned back on his heels and fixed Jungkook with a stern look. “Don’t lie to us. Is that why you kissed me back? Because you’re not interested?”

“You took me by surprise is all,” Jungkook muttered as he fidgeted beneath Namjoon’s gaze.

“Fine, so you don’t want me.” There was a flash of genuine hurt in Namjoon’s eyes. Jungkook hated knowing that he was the cause of it. The vulnerability was swiftly replaced by the posturing from earlier as Namjoon held his chin high. He stood and pointed to the floor.

“Sit,” Namjoon commanded.

Jungkook scrambled out of your arms and practically dove towards the floor. There was something so final about that single word that made it impossible to disobey. He watched with wide eyes as Namjoon took over his spot on the bed.

Namjoon turned his attention to you with open arms. He patted his thigh in an invitation, but you hesitated and glanced down at Jungkook. He could see his own questions mirrored in your eyes. At least he wasn’t the only one completely thrown off by Namjoon’s volatile mood.

“What about-” You yelped as Namjoon wrapped one arm around your waist and hauled you into his lap. His lips crashed against yours in a frenzied kiss. Namjoon pressed a hand against the small of your back to hold you close as the other tangled in your hair.

Jungkook couldn’t help but stare with his mouth hanging open. It made him feel shy to witness such an intimate moment. He'd seen Namjoon kiss you before, but only quick little pecks on the corner of your lips. This kiss was different. It was demanding and possessive, harsher than Jungkook had ever imagined his hyung could be. It made him remember his own kiss with Namjoon and his lip throbbed where Namjoon had bitten him.

Jungkook licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. He leaned forward and placed his hand on Namjoon’s knee, reaching out in need but not quite sure what it was he wanted. Namjoon practically growled into your mouth as he slapped Jungkook’s hand away.

“No touching,” Namjoon barked.

Jungkook whined softly but obediently sat back on his heels. He wanted to be good for Namjoon. He didn’t quite know what to do in this situation besides fidgeting into a more comfortable position as Namjoon kissed you again.

Namjoon rested his hand on your knee. It crept up the expanse of your thigh, pebbling the skin as his fingers skated upwards. His hand dipped beneath the hem of your oversized sweatshirt. Your legs clenched around his hand and you gasped, breaking the kiss.

“What about Kookie?” You glanced down at Jungkook, meeting his entranced gaze for the briefest moment before you looked away.

Namjoon smirked. “What about him? He said he wanted to just sit back and watch us, right? So we might as well give him something worth watching.”

You worried your lip between your teeth. “What if he doesn’t want to just watch?” The double meaning of your words - what if he doesn't want to see this and what if he wants to do more than watch - made Jungkook’s ears ring with curiosity.

“He knows where the door is,” Namjoon growled, only answering one half of the question. You shifted in his lap, hesitation still evident in your face. Namjoon softened and lifted your chin with his fingers.

“It’s okay, baby. Remember your colors.” Namjoon’s voice was low and comforting. Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed even though he wasn't the one being spoken to. He always loved seeing Namjoon treat you so gently. You looked at ease as Namjoon asked, “Where are you at?”

You gave Namjoon a small smile and muttered something under your breath that Jungkook didn’t catch. But Namjoon’s eyes turned dark at your answer. He leaned over to grab the vaseline from the bedside table and coated two fingers in the jelly. Namjoon slipped his hand back between your thighs. This time, you didn’t stop him.

Jungkook watched how you responded to Namjoon’s touch with rapt attention. He noticed the way the muscles in your thighs tensed up, the way your breathing turned heavy and affected the rise and fall of your chest. He loved seeing all the different facial expressions you made trying to stay quiet while Namjoon opened you up.

Namjoon cupped your cheek with his free hand, dragging his thumb across your lips. “Such a pretty mouth,” he whispered. Jungkook couldn’t help but groan in agreement. “How often have you thought about these lips, Jungkook-ah?”

“You’re not playing fair,” Jungkook whined. He was struggling to hold onto his reasons for not getting involved, trying to remember why he was so resistant to giving in to what he obviously wanted. He knew it had been important, but his mind was too clouded to remember.

Namjoon let out a deep laugh, one that rumbled through his chest. “It sounds like you’ve thought about it a lot. How did they feel in your daydreams? Did you imagine them kissing down your throat?”

Jungkook could do nothing but whine in response. He'd thought about kissing you lots of times, almost as often as he had fantasized about kissing Namjoon. It was agony now to watch your lips spill out gentle moans as Namjoon continued to play with you.

Namjoon pushed his thumb into your mouth. He smiled as you wasted no time in hollowing out your cheeks to suck him. “Such a greedy little mouth,” Namjoon praised in a low voice. “You ever think about these lips wrapped around your cock? I bet you have.”

Jungkook felt overheated. He stripped off his shirt but it did nothing to cool him down. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants and he reached down to adjust himself.

“No touching.”

Jungkook whined, feeling small under Namjoon’s critical eyes. First he couldn’t touch either of you and now he wasn’t even allowed to touch himself. He wanted so badly to feel some sort of relief, but he feared Namjoon would stop everything if he didn’t behave. Jungkook shifted to sit cross-legged, one hand placed palm down on the floor between his thighs.

Namjoon pulled his thumb out of your mouth. He shifted you in his lap so that you now sat with your back against his broad chest. He hooked your legs over his knees and forced your legs open as he spread his thighs. Namjoon’s hand dipped down between your thighs once again as the hem of the sweatshirt rode up, barely concealing anything from where Jungkook was sitting.

“Let me see, hyung,” Jungkook begged. He felt small as Namjoon fixed him with a hard look, adding a soft, “Please.”

“I don’t know, Kook, you haven’t done a good job obeying my one rule.” Namjoon began to play with the hem of your sweatshirt, teasing Jungkook. “Do you really think you deserve a reward?”

“No, but I promise I’ll be good from now on.” The words spilled out of Jungkook’s lips the same moment he realized it was an impossible promise to keep.

Namjoon hummed thoughtfully to himself. He took his sweet time mulling over Jungkook’s words, but finally hiked up the sweatshirt. Jungkook shifted his hips forward on instinct, grinding his cock against the palm of his hand as discreetly as possible. He knew he was already breaking his promise to Namjoon. But he couldn’t help it. He watched with wide eyes as Namjoon's slick fingers toyed expertly with your body.

You moaned and leaned your head back against Namjoon’s shoulder. The expanse of your throat was laid bare, and Namjoon was quick to take advantage of it. “Do you know how hard it is for me to share?” Namjoon muttered against your neck as he pressed kisses to your skin. “I don’t normally let others play with my toys.”

Jungkook groaned and rutted himself against his arm as he realized Namjoon was talking about you, as if you were nothing more than an inanimate object. He was surprised by how much he liked it. You must have enjoyed it too, considering the way you rolled your hips down on Namjoon's fingers.

“It took so long to warm up to the idea of sharing.” Namjoon slid his fingers out of you. He held out his hand towards Jungkook, and Jungkook nearly fell over himself for a chance to suck Namjoon’s fingers clean. ”Then you had to act so mean and refuse to play with me.”

Jungkook’s lips barely brushed the tip of Namjoon’s fingers before Namjoon pulled his hand away, leaving Jungkook to whine and lick the faintest taste of you from his lips while Namjoon popped his fingers into his own mouth. “How do they taste, hyung?” Jungkook asked in a small voice.

Namjoon sucked his fingers clean, pulling them from his mouth with a wet pop. “Better than you could imagine, Kook,” he said with a smirk.

You wiggled in Namjoon’s lap, pushing your hips back against him. “So are you going to fuck me, or do you just plan to blue ball all three of us tonight?”

“Don’t get mouthy,” Namjoon warned with a smile. He held you steady with an arm around your waist as he shifted his sweatpants down around his ankles. He yanked off your sweatshirt and gave your butt a playful smack before leaning back on his elbows against the mattress. “Go on and fuck yourself since you have no patience.”

You got up to stand between Namjoon’s open legs, your thighs spread wide as you grabbed his cock by the base and lined it up just right. Jungkook took the moment to admire how big Namjoon looked with your hand wrapped around his cock. Of course he'd seen Namjoon naked before, but only been in passing during wardrobe changes or when he'd forget to bring clothes into the bathroom after a shower. Jungkook had never seen Namjoon like this, fully hard and leaking precum as you rubbed his cockhead between your thighs.

You sunk down slowly onto Namjoon’s cock. Jungkook watched in amazement at how you stretched around Namjoon’s girth, watching you quiver as he filled the need inside of you. Jungkook wondered if you'd look just as good with his own cock stuffed inside you.

You took a moment to adjust to the girth inside of you, but Namjoon seemed to have other plans. He thrust his hips up, pushing the rest of the way inside of you until he bottomed out. The force of it nearly sent you falling forward, but Jungkook was up on his knees in an instant to help steady you.

Jungkook licked his lips as he met your eye for what felt like the first time in years. You offered him a small smile that he couldn’t help but return. “You can use me,” he breathed out before realizing how it sounded. “For balance, I mean.” He put your hands on his shoulders and let his arms drop by his sides. You gave him a quick squeeze that brought back that troublesome warmth in Jungkook’s chest.

You ground down on Namjoon’s cock, rocking back and forth as you found your rhythm. Jungkook felt torn. His eyes keep darting between your face and down to where you and Namjoon were connected. You began to bounce on Namjoon’s cock after a bit, your lips open as you moaned in mindless pleasure.

Jungkook couldn’t pass up the chance to lean in to kiss you, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. It was so weird yet amazing at the same time to feel your lips working against his. Namjoon huffed and kicked out his foot to hit Jungkook in the thigh. Jungkook grunted into the kiss but he didn’t pull back. Not even the threat of Namjoon’s wrath was enough to drag him away from your lips.

Namjoon grabbed your hips, pulling you back from the kiss and deep onto his cock. “I thought I made myself very clear about touching,” he growled. He laid down fully on the bed and planted his feet firmly against the floor. He fucked up into you with a new passion, gripping your hips so hard that Jungkook was certain it would leave a bruise. You could only blabber apologies as Namjoon pistoned into you, leaning back and clenching the sheets into your fists.

Jungkook palmed himself through his pants in another blatant act of disobedience. He shuffled closer, trying to stroke himself in time with Namjoon’s thrusts. He wanted to see you cum while clenched around Namjoon’s cock, wanted to watch as Namjoon filled your hole until it dripped out of you. Before he knew it, those very words were cascading out into the world before he had a chance to stop them.

Fingers tangled in his hair and Jungkook allowed you to drag his head between your thighs until he was only a breath away, watching as Namjoon fucked into you without mercy. Jungkook leaned in to lick you, his tongue dragging across Namjoon’s shaft as he teased your hole. He couldn’t help but enjoy the way Namjoon’s hips stuttered.

“Behave,” Namjoon barely managed to choke out.

Your hands were firm on Jungkook’s head, giving him a silent and entirely contradictory order. Jungkook flattened his tongue and let you guide him by his hair, using his mouth to help chase your release. He felt you clenched rapidly beneath his tongue as you came, coating his face as you rode out the intense pleasure.

“Fuckin’ swear, Kook. When this is over I’m gonna-” Namjoon choked on the threat as Jungkook began to knead Namjoon’s balls with the palm of his hand. Jungkook pressed his thumb against the base of Namjoon’s cock when he came inside you, knowing firsthand how intense it made his own orgasms feel. It seemed to have the same effect on Namjoon if his throaty moans were anything to go off of.

You released Jungkook just as Namjoon’s hips collapsed against the mattress. You lifted off his cock slowly and Jungkook watched as it bounced up to smack against Namjoon’s abs. His own cock was still hard and throbbing. Jungkook couldn’t resist leaning in to drag his tongue up the full length of Namjoon’s shaft to taste the tangy mix of orgasms. His lips wrapped around the tip when he reached it.

“Can’t you be good for one second?” Namjoon groaned. He rested his hand against the back of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook hummed in response. Namjoon pulled Jungkook off with a wet pop and pushed him into your arms. “Go be a little cumslut over there.”

Finally, a command Jungkook could happily obey. He pressed kisses down your stomach as you guided him between your legs. Jungkook wasted no time in burying his face into you, eager to lick and suck you clean. His hips ground down against the mattress as he ate you out. He was hyper-aware now of his neglected cock, so close to his own release despite going completely untouched.

Namjoon’s strong hands gripped Jungkook’s waist to lift him away from the delicious friction of the sheets. He could have cried in frustration. When he realized that Namjoon was wrestling him out of his pants, Jungkook did his best to helpfully wiggle his way out of the last of his clothing.

Two sets of hands maneuvered Jungkook so he laid on top of you. He quickly buried his face into the curve of your neck, completely incapable of maintaining eye contact when he was so far gone. His hips slotted between yours, his dick twitching as he desperately ground down against the combined mess of Namjoon's cum and his own spit.

There was a hand in his hair, one scratching down his back while another cupped his ass and squeezed. Yet another hand cupped his balls, and sooner than he would’ve liked, it became too much. His skin felt too small to contain him, and Jungkook muffled his own groan as he came across your stomach.

He felt sticky, hot, and over-touched. Yet he still huffed in annoyance when you rolled him off of you, defiant in the way he curled up as close as possible. It was too many sensations at once for his exhausted body to take, but he refused be the first to pull away. Because there was a warning going off in the back of his mind. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he felt a growing certainty that once he let go, he'd never get to touch either of you again.

“Hey.” Your voice pulled Jungkook out of his own head and back into reality. You pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

Jungkook opened his mouth only to realize he had no idea how to answer. The haze in his mind was finally starting to clear after coming down from his insanely horny high. Suddenly he was able to look back on the night’s events with a growing pit of dread in his stomach. His confession. Namjoon’s kiss. Every time he touched you despite the strict orders not to.

He didn’t realize he was crying until you wiped your thumb across his wet cheek. “Joonie. He's dropping.”

Jungkook didn’t know where Namjoon had slipped off to, but he was back on the bed in an instant. Jungkook was wrapped up and pinned against Namjoon’s chest while the other man murmured sweet nothings into the shell of his ear. It felt safe and warm and right, and it made Jungkook sob even harder.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Namjoon crooned. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

“No, it’s not!” Jungkook pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes. “I knew I couldn’t do this right. I kept doing the one thing you told me not to do. No touching. I saw how upset it made you when I was hugging-” He bit his lip, unable to bring himself to even say your name. “Then I went and did all that and I fucking ruined everything!”

“You ruined nothing.” Namjoon’s voice was stern. His large hands began to trace absentmindedly across Jungkook’s back. It wasn’t enough to calm him down, but it soothed Jungkook enough for him to regain control of his lungs and suck in a deep breath.

When Jungkook’s sobs quieted down to soft hiccups, Namjoon spoke up. “I wasn’t mad at you two for cuddling up together. I was mad at myself.” He paused, searching for the right words. “It hurts seeing you get so worked up, Kook. Hurts double when I’m the reason you’re upset. Cause then I can’t be the one to hold you and tell you it’s all okay.”

Jungkook allowed himself to consider the full meaning of those words. Looking back with what he now knew, he could almost believe that Namjoon had been jealous over not being able to comfort him. The fact that he was currently cradled in Namjoon’s arms helped with the realization. “But I kept breaking your rule: no touching.”

“Aish, I wanted you to touch,” Namjoon chuckled. “But you were being so damn stubborn, so I figured a little reverse psychology couldn’t make things any worse. And maybe my ego was a little bruised when you said you weren’t interested in me.” Namjoon’s arms tensed up around him. “Which is fine! I get it, I’m not the most…”

Jungkook sat up and put on his serious face to stare Namjoon down until he trailed off. Then he leaned in to properly finish the kiss that set the whole night in motion. “I might have undersold my interest at first,” Jungkook confessed once they pulled apart to breathe.

“Told ya Kookie was into you,” you chirped up. Namjoon glared at you, but it held no weight. You leaned across Jungkook to kiss the sour look off of Namjoon’s face.

Jungkook smiled as he laid back to watch the two of you get lost in your own little world for a moment. It almost felt like normal. Try as he might, he couldn’t spot a forced smile or a single hollow word that could prove that anything had soured between the three of you. He could almost believe that nothing had changed if not for the fact that he was still naked and covered in his own cum.

“What happens now?” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. It was a question he didn’t want to ask, worried that it would be the moment that would ruin his warm, fuzzy feeling. But it needed to be asked.

You and Namjoon finally broke apart. There was a thoughtful look shared between you two, one that Jungkook wished he understood. His stomach flipped as he wondered if he would be able to get close enough to communicate with either of you through just a glance.

“Sleep is what happens now,” Namjoon decided. “Then a shower when we wake up.” He untangled himself from the mess of limbs long enough to turn off the lights before flopping back into bed.

“I think the brunch plans are shot to hell,” you mumbled as you sorted out the sheets. “But there’s a half-decent diner just a few blocks away. We could probably make it in time for the dinner special. And we can figure out the rest after that.”

You curled up against Jungkook’s chest as Namjoon threw an arm across his stomach. Jungkook was squished between your naked bodies but it didn’t feel awkward in the slightest. He still had about a million questions about your relationship dynamic and how the hell he was supposed to fit into it. But then you kissed his chin at the same time Namjoon whispered good night in his ear, and Jungkook decided those questions could wait until after sleep and showers and dinner.

He'd already wasted so much time on the two of you- what was one more night?

A/N: See, I can write something other than fluff with Joonie ;-;

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[heeseongism]

Listen im no hoe but 👀 i might just force myself into a daddy kink ngl

[yeonjun4beagles]

istg im very, very, VERY tempted to bite his lip ring. i know he would love it when you bite his lip ring while making out with him and he would let out such deep groan while groping your ass 😩

and this live is giving me very much camboy!jungkook

[kooberryfields4ever]

CLOSER (TO YOU)

small jungkook bang bang sex time as my first official non-nsfw-alphabet post teehee………. i miss this man soooo bad guys it’s close to killing me😭😭😭😭 i was looping closer to you on the train when i thought this up bc the song just ignited something heady and hot and fast in my brain nd i needed to get it down!!!!!!!!! i hope u all enjoy……. i’m also working on sfw/longer fics so bare with me through the seemingly unending nsfw while i do😭😭

i really recommend listening to closer to you while you read to properly discern the DESPERATIONNNN behind this fic

wc: 1402

content warnings : smut below the cut, pwp, cunnilingus, piv sex, creampie, no dialogue!

MDNI !

You and Jungkook are fighting to release each other’s lips as you fumble your way through the front door. He kicks it shut, pressing you firmly against the wood as his hands find purchase at your waist, gripping tightly. He’s straining against his trousers, like the way you can feel your panties dampening under your silk dress. He’s expertly licking into your mouth, hungrily, suckling on your tongue and drawing moans out of you. You pull away to breathe a little, giggling with your head thrown back against the door at both of your determination. Jungkook chuckles in suit, attaching his lips to your neck sweetly as you expose your neck to him. His fingers dig further into your skin when he presses his hips into you - you gasp at the feeling of his hardened length pressing into your pelvis. His kisses are slow as he trails them up and down from your jaw to your collar; he nibbles gently, hand sliding up to caress the side of your tit. You sigh. Jungkook pulls back for a second, eyes on your body as both of his hands dance slowly down the length of your dress, scrunching it up to reveal your heat to him, slowly. He observes you, a dark glint in his eye as your chest heaves with desire. You watch as he sinks to the floor, his eyes boring holes into your skin. 

The moan that leaves your throat is crude as Jungkook attaches his lips to your clothed cunt, tongue running along the folds. You clench your eyes shut when he pushes his nose into you, goosebumps raising on your skin when it presses against your clit. He holds the length of your dress up against your hip, nuzzling into your pussy like a man starved, and you throw your leg up and over his shoulder when he taps your thigh. You can barely see him, his face covered by the red silk of your dress, but you can feel when his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and he drags them down slowly. He’s quick to dive back in when your pussy his finally exposed to him, his ministrations fast and desperate as he licks into your cunt with the same fervour he had when kissing you. Your hands fly to grip his scalp, bucking into him as your panties slide further down and he takes it into his own hands to pull them off you completely. His hands slide up from your calf to your thigh, before joining his mouth at your entrance. He plunges his middle finger in deep, to the knuckle, curling it against the spongy walls of your insides with precision. The noises he’s making are dirty, wet in way you can’t describe. He sucks expertly at your clit, finger pushing in and out repeatedly as you cream around him.

When a second finger slides into you, you feel your body curl into itself, your grip on his scalp tightening. Jungkook hisses, taking the stinging pain in stride as he continues mouth-fucking you. He pumps his fingers as deep as they can go, brushing against your g-spot almost teasingly, drawing moan after moan from your lips. You can feel your resolve beginning to break, the band holding you from climax bending aggressively before snapping, sending you hurling into an orgasm. Your walls pulse around Jungkook’s fingers as he fucks you through it, kissing and licking at your folds and clit while you come down. When you begin to twitch from overstimulation, he finally pulls out, standing up to loom back over you before taking his fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks your essence from his knuckles gently, his free hand moving back to your hip to press himself against you once again. You close your eyes, the bulge of his hardened member pressing into you erotically. You can barely move.

It's unsurprising when Jungkook picks you up in your daze, swinging you over his shoulder unceremoniously as he carries you to his bedroom. The passion from before still lingers when he throws you down as gently as he can, crawling over you. His mouth finds yours once again, reigniting the flame within your belly as you moan into his mouth. He smirks. Your hands fumble at his belt, parting from him as you desperately work against the buckle and his zip. He shoves them down, alongside his underwear, and shrugs them off, resuming his position over you to press his lips against yours. His dick presses against your thigh.

He’s gentler with your clothes, fingers tucking under the thin straps of your dress delicately, letting them fall off your shoulders as he presses kiss after kiss onto your mouth. He leans back from you for only a second to grip at the hem and pull the fabric over your head, exposing you to him finally. He sighs happily. Sems unable to detach himself from your lips, diving back in to taste you hungrily, yet tenderly. You gasp when his finger finds your bra strap, pinging it against your skin with a breathy chuckle, urging you to sit up a little while his hands unclasp it from the back. He sits back this time, keen to watch as you slide the bra off your chest slowly, your breasts drooping from the cups. He watches for a short while, his eyes darting between your tits, watching your nipples grow impossibly harder from the chill in the air as they’re exposed.

You lay back. He tilts his head a little, still sat up as he reaches down to take one of your breasts in his large hand, thumb rolling over your nipple fondly. His touch is achingly slow, finger joining his thumb to pinch you, and you sigh. He finally knocks himself out of his trance when he feels his dick twitch, and watches you observe before leaning back over you to kiss you once again. You clench around nothing when his length presses against your skin again, moaning as he grabs it and jabs his tip into your clit teasingly. He allows himself to thrust between your dripping folds a few times, lubing himself up before aligning himself with your entrance and pushing in, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. His thrusts are immediately desperate, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he drives into you quickly. Your hands fly around the back of his head, pressing him into your shoulder as you both moan. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, fingers sure to bruise as he pounds himself into you, unrelenting when you clench and groan and scratch at his back. He presses a chaste kiss to your collar, hands dropping to your thighs to help lift your hips ever so slightly off the bed to push himself even deeper. Your eyes widen, his tip prodding at your cervix deliciously with every thrust.

When his breathing becomes heavier against your skin, you can tell he’s close. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously. Jungkook practically growls when he feels you tighten around him, your walls pushing him out as your climax nears. He lifts his head up from your shoulder, eyes dark with desire when he fixes his gaze on you and dives into your lips for a final time. You kiss him back with equal fervour, fingers dancing expertly across your nub as Jungkook pile-drives into your pussy. His free hand comes up to play desperately with your tit, squeezing the flesh and rolling his palm against your hardened nipple. It’s enough to send you over the edge once more, your breath hitching against his unstopping lips as your cunt clenches tightly around him over and over. He presses his forehead against yours, lifting your hips even higher with a grunt as his own hips stutter. His eyes search yours desperately, brows furrowed when he buries himself to the hilt and lets out a shaky breath, cum flooding your womb as he makes short thrusts at your cervix. He swallows, and you watch him carefully as he lets go of your thigh, pulling out and collapsing beside you.

You can feel his cum dribble pathetically out of your entrance, his loud snores permeating through the air. You chuckle, pulling him closer to you and nestling into his chest. Cleaning up can come later.

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