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Before Jaehyun left the dorm, Sungho grabbed him by the shoulders and said, “Dude, you’re about to fuck Jeon Jungkook.”
Jaehyun brushed it off. “No I’m not,” he said, coil of anxiety already sitting low in his stomach. “It’s not like that. He’s just going to give me advice, or something.”
“You don’t douche to go get advice, dude,” Sungho insisted. His fingers were pressing so hard into Jaehyun’s shoulders that Jaehyun could feel Sungho’s nails through his jacket.
From the couch, Dongmin snorted. Jaehyun could feel the heat of a blush forming on his cheeks. He thought he was quiet enough in the bathroom that no one would know about the douching, but, then again, he took way longer than usual getting ready.
“Do you think it’ll be weird fucking someone who looks so much like you?” Donghyun asked, not bothering to look up from his book. “Or is that part of the draw?”
“Goodbye,” Jaehyun insisted, pushing Sungho off of him and sliding on his shoes. “Don’t wait up.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Dongmin said breezily.
In the hallway, Jaehyun ran into Woonhak and Sanghyuk coming home from the convenience store. “Oh, are you on your way to Jungkook-sunbaenim’s?” Sanghuck asked.
“Yeah, he’s on his way to get fucked by Jungkook-sunbaenim,” Woonhak snickered.
“Language,” Jaehyun and Sanghyuk scolded. But then Sanghyuk winked at Jaehyun. Said, “Have fun,” in an overly sing-song-y tone.
Jaehyun’s blush didn’t subside until he was halfway to Jungkook’s place, and even then, he could still feel it simmering in his ears.
The last few days have been… a lot.
It started as a joke for the fans. Or, that’s how Jaehyun framed it.
To the fans, he’s a perfectly straight idol playing up his starry-eyed boy-crush on his senior. In truth, Jaehyun does want to fuck Jeon Jungkook. Obviously Jaehyun wants to fuck Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook was the cornerstone of Jaehyun’s bisexual awakening. He’s talented, and hot, and he’s completely out of reach, despite the fact that they’re kind of coworkers.
He was going to cool it down after the concert. But, the concert came and went, and he got on live with Sungho and said some stuff that he probably shouldn’t have said. (His poetic waxing about Jungkook looked overtly pathetic to anyone with eyes, Donghyun informed him.) And then Jeon Jungkook was publicly reaching out to ask Jaehyun to do a challenge with him. Reposting videos of Jaehyun simping over him. Getting in contact with Jaehyun’s manager to arrange a time.
So, Jaehyun met Jeon Jungkook yesterday for the first time. The first real meeting that wasn't a shuffled, quick greeting backstage. Jaehyun went up to Jungkook’s practice room, made a fucking fool of himself on camera as he fumbled through the initial contact. Jungkook smiled at him, and he didn’t stop smiling the entire time he and Jaehyun spent together.
Jaehyun isn’t stupid. Being queer in the industry they’re in takes shape in a certain way. A lot of it is silent. Looks and touches. Asking things in certain ways. Knowing someone who knows someone.
Jungkook’s eyes were intense immediately. He looked at Jaehyun like he couldn’t look away— or, wouldn’t. When he suggested that Jaehyun stay for a bit to talk, Jaehyun’s manager got lost. Like he knew, too.
It wasn’t too long. Jungkook leaned against the wall, wiping his neck with a towel, and said, “You’ve been talking about me a lot. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to face me.”
Jaehyun tried to play it cool. He shrugged, looked down at his feet. “I’m a really big fan, hyung.”
“You’re cute, Jaehyun-ah,” Jungkook said. He drifted a little closer to Jaehyun. Jaehyun could smell the sweat on him. It made his mouth water. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“I—” Jaehyun choked on nothing. He managed to spit out a, “Yeah— uh— nothing— I mean, I can be doing nothing, if you want— or—”
Jungkook’s smile widened. He reached up and flicked a lock of hair out of Jaehyun’s face, and Jaehyun stopped breathing. “Why don’t you come to mine? I have someone I want you to meet. We can talk about things.”
Jaehyun nodded almost too quickly. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
Before Jungkook could say anything else, the door opened.
Jungkook didn’t move, but Jaehyun sprung backwards, pressing his back to the wall. His heart beat out of control. Min Yoongi stood at the door, coffee in his hand, hair messy and eyebrows raised at the scene. He looked between Jungkook and Jaehyun and scoffed. Shook his head.
“Is Jungkookie being nice to you, Jaehyun-ssi?” he asked, lilt of amusement in his voice. He knew.
“Y—” Jaehyun started.
“Don’t answer that,” Jungkook interrupted. “Yoongi-yah is a demon.”
Jaehyun swallows his words, glancing nervously at Jungkook.
“Get out of here, Jaehyun-ah,” Jungkook tipped his chin towards the door. “I’ll see you later.”
“Sure, hyung, thanks,” Jaehyun muttered. He bowed. Hurried towards the door and bowed to Yoongi, too. “Nice to meet you, Suga-sunbaenim,” he squeaked.
As he was escaping, he heard Yoongi say, “He’s adorable, Jungkook-ah. And too young for you.”
“Hyung—” Jungkook complained. Then the door closed, and Jaehyun couldn’t hear any more.
Jungkook messaged him later to confirm their meeting. Nine PM, address, no other information.
Jaehyun told Sungho about it, and Sungho immediately jumped down his throat, convinced that Jungkook wanted to smash. Jaehyun doesn’t disagree that Jungkook was hinting at something, but he also said that he wanted Jaehyun to meet someone— so Jaehyun doesn’t know what to expect.
He douched anyway, just in case. He wants to be prepared for whatever the night brings.
He arrives at Jungkook’s place at nine on the dot. He timed his walking pace to ensure it. He takes a deep breath. Lets it out. Presses the bell on the PA system.
Should he have brought something? It’s rude not to bring something, but now it’s too late— and besides, Jaehyun has been working all day. Will Jungkook expect him to bring something? He’s, like, the biggest artist in Korea, people probably bring stuff for him all the time. It’s probably customary—
“Jaehyun-ah?” a voice crackling out of the PA system breaks Jaehyun out of his head.
He perks up, leaning closer to the camera and giving a little wave. “Hi, hyung.”
He swears he hears Jungkook laugh before the door clicks open.
A security guard meets Jaehyun past the first door. He guides him to the elevator, taps him up to the top. Jaehyun jiggles his foot nervously, palms sweating. He tries not to gasp when the doors open into Jungkook’s home.
The condo is just as lavish as it looks online. Jaeyhun has seen it in live streams. All black interiors and modern finishes. Jungkook seems to keep it low lit at all times. Soft lighting lining the floors and walls.
“Come in, Jaehyun,” Jungkook calls from somewhere down the hall.
Jaehyun takes off his shoes, arranging them neatly against the wall. He takes soft steps, following the direction he thinks the voice came from.
The hallway spits him out into a large living room. Black leather couches and matching armchairs arranged around a coffee table. Jungkook is sitting in one of the chairs, a woman folded up in his lap.
She’s pretty. Long, black hair falling over her shoulders, long legs bent, her already short shorts riding up her thighs. When she turns, Jaehyun can see how low her shirt is, showing off ample cleavage. He tries not to stare, dropping into an awkward bow instead.
She giggles. A light sound that makes Jaehyun’s breath stutter.
“No need to be polite, Jaehyun, I promise,” Jungkook says. “Sit down. Do you want a drink?”
“Um, sure?” Jaehyun nods, righting himself and moving towards the couch Jungkook gestured for him to sit on.
“This is my girlfriend, Nari.” Jungkook smiles, running his hand through the woman’s hair. “Do you like whiskey?”
Jaehyun’s eyes go wide, he wheezes. “It’s nice to meet you, Nari-ssi—”
“Noona is fine, Jaehyun-ah. God, you’re cute,” Nari says, wrinkling her nose. She pats Jungkook on the chest. “You were right, baby. Good job.”
“I know,” he says, looking up at her sweetly.
She slides off his lap, taking graceful strides across the living room. Her shorts are halfway up her ass. Jaehyun forces himself to look away. When he turns, Jungkook is staring at him, tongue playing with his lip ring.
This is the part where he should get upset that Jaehyun was staring at his girlfriend. Instead, he smirks.
“Whiskey?” Nari calls from around the corner.
“Um, sure!” Jaehyun manages, voice cracking. “Thank you, noona.”
“So polite,” Nari tsks.
“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, hyung,” Jaehyun says. It comes out awkwardly. His knees bump together.
Jungkook laughs. “I mean, that’s kind of the point…”
“Right. Yeah.” Jaehyun squeezes his hands into fists. “That makes sense.”
“Nari is different, though,” Jungkook continues. “She’s not in the industry. She’s on the same page as me on everything.” He pauses for a second, eyes dropping down to take Jaehyun in, clicking over every bit of him. “We like to have fun, Jaehyun-ah.”
Jaehyun is afraid that if he attempts to speak, it’ll come out as a whimper. Thankfully, Nari returns right then, two glasses of whiskey in her hands.
She delivers one to Jungkook. Bends down and kisses him, a sweet peck, and then she moves to where Jaehyun is.
When she hands him the glass, their hands brush. Nari’s fingers are ice-cold. She has long, painted nails with charms on them. Cute. As she bends over, giving Jaehyun a view straight down her shirt, Jaehyun realizes that she looks familiar. When she sits down next to him, folding her legs up under herself again, one hand draped across the back of the sofa, and smiles, it clicks.
Nari— Park Nari— she’s an Instagram model. Jaehyun follows her on his burner account. He’s guilty of liking her thirst traps. Bikini pictures showing off her particularly large, but obviously natural chest. He’s guilty of saving her posts for later— guilty of more that he can’t properly parse through right now. Now while she’s sitting right in front of him.
Jaehyun takes a sip of the liquor. It stings. He almost never drinks, and when he does, it’s usually beer. He chokes a little bit. Leans forward and sets the glass down on the coffee table.
When he sits back up, he swears Nari is closer to him.
“You and Kookie look so similar,” Nari says, breathing out. “It’s so crazy. He told me, and I looked you up, but it’s really something else in person.”
Jaehyun can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Thank you— I think— I mean, if it’s okay to say thank you to that, hyung, I don’t want to steal your face—”
Jungkook grins. Shakes his head, sipping his whiskey. “No, I don’t mind. That’s the whole reason I knew who you were— before you started flirting with me on live stream, of course.”
A deep burn settles in Jaehyun’s cheeks. He smiles shyly. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t say sorry,” Nari murmurs. She brings her hand up and pushes Jaehyun’s bangs out of his face. The touch is so light it makes Jaehyun shiver. “Jungkookie is so endeared. He wouldn’t shut up about you.”
“Oh.” Jaehyun wipes his palms on his jeans.
Both Nari and Jungkook are looking at him with dark, hungry eyes. Nari keeps playing with his hair. An easy movement. Jungkook watches them, unbothered.
Jaehyun feels a bit like a mouse, held between the claws of two cats. Maybe he should want to escape, but the anxiety bubbling up in his chest just spurs him on. He wants to feel more of it. Wants to become so overwhelmed that his vision spots out— left for dead at their feet. If they’ll have him.
It’s almost too surreal. Jaehyun’s long-time celebrity crush and his celebrity crush’s girlfriend, sitting here, entertaining him. He’s afraid he’s dreaming. That he’ll wake up in the dorm, harder than he’s ever been. That his own hand won’t be enough to soothe the ache, now that he’s gotten himself prepared for so much more in his dreams.
“God, he really looks just like you ten years ago, oppa,” Nari breathes. She reaches out, taking Jaehyun by the chin between her index finger and thumb. Her long, acrylic nails bite into his skin as she turns his head left, and then right, assessing each angle.
Jungkook smiles into his drink, watching them over the rim of his glass. “Ten years, he murmurs. You’re not that young, are you, Jaehyun?”
“I’m twenty-three,” Jaehyun says, voice wobbling over the syllables.
“Mm.” Jungkook swallows his mouthful of liquor, smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth. “See, Nari-yah. He’s a big boy.”
Jaehyun averts his eyes, afraid if he looks too long, the tight heat in his stomach will coalesce into something entirely uncontrollable. His jeans are already too tight.
Nari sighs softly. She pushes out her bottom lip into a sweet pout, shiny with gloss. Jaehyun can see flecks of glitter, even in the low light of the living room. She finally drops Jaehyun’s chin, her hand meeting his shoulder instead, nail tracing the hem of Jaehyun’s shirt. Her arms push closer, emphasizing her chest, breasts pressing together in the low neck of her shirt.
Jaehyun looks away. Steals another glance. She’s so close to him it would be hard not to. He swallows thickly, ears burning.
“He’s just so cute, baby,” Nari gushes, turning back to Jungkook, emphasizing her pout even more.
Jungkook nods shortly, tongue running across his bottom lip. He’s fully smiling now, not bothering to hide it. “He is. A little shy now that he’s gotten what he’s been asking for, though.”
Jaehyun can hear the strained woosh of his own breath in his ears right next to the thready beat of his heart.
“He just needs to play a little bit to loosen up,” Nari simpers. Her finger reaches the neck of Jaehyun’s shirt, nail dragging over the skin at his collarbone. He shudders under the touch. She blinks her big, pretty eyes at Jungkook. “Can I, Jungkookie?”
Jungkook huffs, amused. He looks Jaehyun in the eye, nods his head in his direction. “Ask him, not me.”
Nari beams. She spins back around, flattening her palm over Jaehyun’s chest before pushing it up, fingers curling around the side of his neck. She uses her thumb to direct Jaehyun to look at her. Cocks her head a few degrees to one side. “Jaehyun-ah, have you ever kissed a girl?”
Jaheyun nods wordlessly. If he tried to speak, he’s afraid it would come out completely shaky.
“And what about a boy?”
Another nod. “I—” he tries, but his throat contracts immediately. He has to swallow before he can continue. “I’m not a virgin,” he manages.
“Mm, sweet boy,” she coos, thumb stroking back and forth against Jaehyun’s jaw. “Then you’ll know what to do.”
A soft noise escapes Jaehyun’s throat. He snaps his eyes over to Jungkook. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for. Permission, maybe, that he’s allowed. That Jungkook wants this, too. As much as Nari does. As much as Jaehyun does, his dick already twitching in his pants even though he’s barely been touched.
Jungkook rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He raises his eyebrows like as if he’s asking Jaehyun what he’s waiting for. Jaehyun exhales another strangled noise.
He’s still looking at Jungkook when Nari kisses him. Sticky, warm lips meeting the corner of his mouth, hand sliding up to cradle his cheek. She hums. Jaehyun kisses her back when she moves to the center of his mouth, their lips slotting together.
His eyes strain, watching Jungkook take another long pull of whiskey. He only shuts them when he can’t multi-task anymore, soft, slow kisses deepening as Nari teases at his mouth with her tongue.
She tastes like strawberries. Her lipgloss is gross, making a mess between them, but her lips are soft, and she slips her hand into Jaehyun’s hair, nails scraping against his scalp. He opens up for her, taking whatever she’ll give, tongue sliding experimentally against hers as she licks into him.
Jaehyun groans quietly, unsure of what to do with his hands. They hover awkwardly for a second before she takes him by the wrist and guides his palm to her chest. Jaehyun promptly forgets how to move. She arches into him like she’s prompting him to take.
More than anything, he wants this to be good for her, too. He wants to do well for both of them. Nari and Jungkook. He flexes his hand, squeezing her breast through her bra. When she gasps into his mouth, he tries again, more confident this time. His other hand finds her hip, hot against her skin where her shirt ends.
The kisses grow sloppier. Wetter. Jaehyun loses track of what he’s doing— overeager. He gropes at her chest needily, thumb rolling over where her nipple should be.
When he shifts to try to get closer, Nari pulls away all at once, leaving Jaehyun’s mouth chasing after her. She stops him with a hand on his chest, right over his heart. He pauses, breath labored, pulse pounding in his ears. Her mouth is slick with spit and lipgloss, a smile creasing up into her eyes. She wipes her chin on the back of her hand. She turns to look at Jungkook, and Jaehyun has no choice but to follow her gaze.
His breath catches in his throat when Jungkook is already looking at him. Pupils blown out, eyes nearly black. His legs are spread wider than they were before, hand laying in his lap as he lazily rolls the heel of his palm over his dick. Like he can’t be bothered to do it properly.
“Well?” he asks, glancing over to Nari.
Nari uses her thumb to wipe Jaehyun’s spit from the corner of her mouth. “I think I like him,” she says. “He has potential.”
Jaehyun’s heart pathetically jumps in his chest. It’s the most bland way to be complimented, but for some reason, it has his tail wagging.
“If I let you fuck my girlfriend, you’re going to have to do it the right way, Jaehyun-ah.” Jungkook downs the rest of his whiskey, tipping his head back, throat bobbing.
A drop of sweat rolls down Jaehyun’s back, right between his shoulderblades. His next exhale is shakier than the last. He nods, maybe too eager.
Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles. “Are you good at following directions?”
“Yes.” Jaehyun nods again.
“Good.” Jungkook sets down his empty glass on the floor. He groans as he stands up, stretching his arms above his head. His half-hard cock strains against his sweatpants. “Maybe if you do well, I’ll give you a treat.” He lowers his arms. “That is what you came here for, isn’t it? To get fucked?”
Jaehyun’s eyes sting when he blinks. He doesn’t know how long he’s gone without, too stuck on staring at Jungkook. He nods again. “Yes, hyung.”
“But that’s only if you do a good job.” Jungkook motions for them to follow him as he walks off.
Nari hops up, giddy smile on her face. She pulls Jaehyun up with her, holding onto his hand with both of hers. She hugs so close to his arm that he can feel her tits pushed against him.
Jungkook looks at them over his shoulder, snorting at the sight, shaking his head. “Nari, no cheating just because you like him.”
Nari tugs Jaehyun along behind Jungkook, turning to give Jaehyun a wink. “I’m not cheating. We haven’t even started yet,” she whines.
That’s news to Jaehyun. He thought they started half an hour ago. That Jungkook and Nari just like to play with their food.
He wonders how often they do this. Bring someone else in. Jungkook calling the shots, watching his girlfriend with another man. Maybe sometimes it’s a woman. Jaehyun feels lucky to have been picked at all.
Jungkook pushes into a room at the end of the hall. Leaves the door wide open. Once they’re inside, he drops into a large armchair sitting perpendicular to the massive bed in the center of the room. He lazily flicks open the buttons on his shirt, letting it fall open.
Jaehyun doesn’t realize his mouth is open until Nari reaches up and shuts it for him. She giggles, hooking her finger into Jaehyun’s collar and pulling him to the bed.
The blinds are open, city sparkling outside, though the windows are treated with a one way tint so that no one can see in. The same, low lighting that covers the rest of the place continues into the bedroom, a dim glow along the floor and walls.
Jaehyun’s chest seizes when Nari pushes him down to sit on the bed. He looks up just as she’s climbing into his lap, legs on either side of his hips. He nearly blacks out.
He whips his head towards Jungkook, still unsure if he’s truly allowed all of this. Jungkook drags his index finger along his bottom lip. He raises his eyebrows again. Nods.
Jaehyun swallows the spit pooling in his mouth, hands splaying across Nari’s thighs. Her skin is so smooth. Warm. She preens against him when his fingers creep higher.
“Okay, Jaehyun-ah,” Jungkook speaks up, leaning back further in his chair, legs spread wide. Jaehyun can still see his dick through his pants. Definitely not hard yet, but not soft, either. “Do you understand how this works?”
“Um, I think so?” Jaehyun stammers.
“Be nice, Kook, he’s a baby,” Nari scolds. She presses forward until her stomach is almost flush with Jaehyun’s, grinding down against his crotch in the process. It punches the breath straight out of him.
Jungkook’s lips quirk up into a smirk. “I’m going to teach you how to fuck Nari properly, Jaehyun,” Jungkook says. “Once I know that you can do it right, then maybe I can trust you to take care of her again. If she wants that. But it all depends on how well you do. Understand?”
Jaehyun nods so hard that his teeth clack together.
Nari wiggles again, clearly getting impatient. Jaehyun can feel her breath against his cheek.
“First things first,” Jungkook says. “You have to warm her up. Kiss her a little bit. Touch her. She likes when you touch her. And you’re both wearing too many clothes. I want you both naked for tonight.” He nods when he’s finished, like he’s giving Jaehyun the green light to begin.
Jaehyun takes it and runs.
He’s not the most experienced. It’s hard to be, doing what he does. He lost his virginity while he was a trainee. Boys and girls. He and Dongmin have fucked around a few times since then, and he had a girlfriend his age— one of their dancers— teach him almost everything else. How to make a girl come. That feels particularly important right now.
When he tips his head up towards Nari, she’s already there. She takes his face in her hands, smiling into his mouth when he kisses her.
It’s a little different than the first time. This time, Nari lets Jaehyun take the lead. She goes pliant. Hums in satisfaction when Jaehyun presses into her, her hands pushing up into his hair.
He tries to remember all of Jungkook’s directions. Touch her. He slides his hands up her thighs, hesitating for a second over the curve of her ass before going all in. She rewards him by bearing down on him again, taking his bottom lip between her teeth.
Jaehyun kisses back as best he can while moving his hands. It’s messy. He’s not as refined as he could be, but Nari doesn’t seem to mind. When he touches her chest again, palming both of her tits and squeezing, she breaks away to laugh.
He goes still, licking a string of spit off the corner of his mouth.
“You like them,” she says, placing her hands on top of Jaehyun’s. Jaehyun nods silently. She presses her lips together, returning her hands to Jaehyun’s head and pulling him forward so his face is buried in her tits.
He groans, hands moving to push up under Nari’s shirt at her back as he mouths at the swell of her breasts.
He feels starved. He’s never been with anyone older. Never been with someone so full. He kisses, and bites, and sucks, following the pattern of Nari’s breathing to figure out what she likes.
Eventually, his hands work her shirt up far enough to pull it off. She lifts her arms, folding them back around Jaehyun’s head after he frees her of her top. Her bra is see-through, nipples dark under thin mesh.
Jaehyun’s instincts take over when he lifts her up. Flips their position so Nari is underneath him on the bed. She gasps, mouth dropped open in surprise, quickly replaced with a dangerous smile when Jaehyun climbs on top of her.
He kisses her a bit more. Until Nari pulls his shirt off of him. Starts fiddling with the button of his jeans. Then, Jaehyun is in only his boxer briefs, fitted between Nari’s bare legs, her pink cotton panties the only thing keeping him from rutting up against her bare cunt like an animal.
He struggles to get her bra off, hooks stuck between the mattress and her back, but when he does, he hears Jungkook clap from the other side of the room. Nari giggles, dropping her head back, hair spread beneath her.
Jaehyun almost forgot Jungkook was there. That this was a performance.
He looks down at Nari, her nipples hardening against the air. He's fully erect, pressed against her inner thigh through his underwear. When he looks lower, he can see that Nari is wet, a dark spot soaked through her panties.
Jungkook is touching himself again. He’s shed his shirt since Jaehyun looked at him last, his hand resting over his dick through his pants. “Good job, baby,” he says, and Jaehyun doesn’t know if he’s talking to Nari or him. Either way, Jaehyun feels himself perk up.
“Should I get a condom—?” Jaehyun asks, cringing at the desperation in his voice. If he gets too excited to fuck Jungkook’s girlfriend, Jungkook might toss him out. But, he wants to be responsible.
It’s not really an issue of STDs. All HYBE idols take tests every week, just to be safe. They’re treated accordingly. But, a baby— that could ruin any of their lives.
Thankfully, Jungkook laughs rather than tossing Jaehyun out. Shakes his head. “She’s on birth control, but, even if that fails, it’s not like anyone will know it’s not mine.” He grins.
Nari wriggles under Jaehyun, impatient. She reaches up to try to bring him closer.
“But that won’t be an issue, Jaehyun-ah,” Jungkook continues, forcing Jaehyun’s attention away from Nari again. “Because you’re not going to come.”
Jaehyun chokes on his own spit. “I’m— not?”
Jungkook’s smile widens. He licks over his bottom lip. “No. Not until I tell you you can. Can you handle that?”
Honestly, Jaehyun isn’t sure if he can. He’s already spilling over with pre-cum, leaking through his underwear. His dick aches, begging to be touched. He’s going to be inside of Nari— no condom— hot, and wet, and— “Yes hyung,” he says.
He’s going to do it, because Jungkook wants him to.
“So agreeable,” Jungkook snorts.
That makes Jaehyun’s dick twitch, too, despite the humiliation.
Jungkook looks at Nari. At Jaehyun again. “I want you to make her come,” he says evenly, like he’s laying out a plan. “Once before you fuck her, and once as you fuck her. That’s how you know you’re doing well. That’s the benchmark. If you can’t even do that, then I don’t know if you deserve anything more.”
“I can,” Jaehyun blurts. He blinks a few times too many. “I’ve done it before— I— can do it.” He’s aware of how pathetic he sounds as he says it, but he can’t stop. He is pathetic. He’d beg for this over and over again, if he had to.
Jungkook splits into a broad smile. “Do you hear that, Nari-yah? He’s experienced in the area. Don’t worry.”
“Don’t be mean, Kook. He’s going to do fine.” Nari pokes out her bottom lip in a pout, but it wobbles, threatening to slip into a smile. “He’s already doing well…” She drags a hand down Jaehyun’s arm, fingers curling around his wrist. He lets her lead his hand where she wants it, assuming she’ll let him touch her chest again. Instead, she pulls him between her legs.
His breath hitches when his fingers touch wet cotton.
“Ah—” Jungkook warns. “No cheating, Nari.”
Nari huffs, but lets go of Jaehyun’s arm.
Jaehyun pauses for a second, looking between Nari and Jungkook. Both of them watch him carefully, waiting for his next move.
He’s confident in his ability to use his fingers. His ex-girlfriend said he’s good at that. Strong enough to make it work. If he tries to make Nari come with his mouth first, they could be here for hours. He’s not as practiced— though maybe she’d let him try again another time— he wouldn’t mind being between Nari’s legs for hours.
His two longest fingers slide over Nari’s panties, applying just enough pressure to begin splitting into her. She hums in satisfaction when Jaehyun rolls his fingers over where her clit is. He looks down, thinking about the optics of pushing her panties aside and taking her like that, but they’re so small. Barely covering the trimmed patch of hair between her legs. Jaheyun moves back, hooking his fingers around them and peeling them off her legs. He swears when he sees all of her laid out for him, her pussy visibly slick.
When he finally touches her in earnest, he kisses her first. Takes her by surprise, swallowing down the noise she makes and pushing his fingers into her folds. The slide is easy. She’s drenched. It puffs up Jaehyun’s ego enough to keep him moving. Licking into her mouth as he fucks two fingers inside of her, her walls clenching around him.
She moans into his mouth. That must be a good sign. Jaehyun crooks his fingers, working them over where he’s been taught to focus. She arches into him, hands clenching against the sheets.
“Don’t be afraid of her tits, Jaehyun-ah,” Jungkook coaches. “She likes when you use your mouth. You can get messy.”
Jaehyun takes the direction in stride. He kisses down Nari’s neck, cupping one of her tits in his free hand as he mouths over the other. He closes his mouth over her nipple, tongue rolling over the bud. Nari’s back arches. She gasps sharply, hand fisting into Jaehyun’s hair.
“Good,” Jungkook praises. Jaehyun opens his eyes long enough to look over and see that Jungkook has his hand in his pants, now, stroking himself lazily as he watches. Jaehyun’s chest swells with pride.
He pinches Nari’s nipple, suckling at the other. His fingers move inside of her, thumb circling her clit.
It doesn’t take much longer like that.
Nari’s thighs tighten around him. She starts whimpering, slurring out praise. “Oh, Jaehyun-ah, yes, please—”
When she comes, she cries out, grabbing Jaehyun’s hair so tightly he thinks she might pull it out. It happens so fast that he doesn’t realize she’s squirting until his hand is soaked, dripping with her release as he fucks her though the peak. Her legs tremble, lips parted with thin breaths.
After he’s sure she’s done, Jaehyun pulls out, wiping his hand on Jungkook’s sheets. He releases a soft breath. Looks over when Jungkook whistles lowly.
“Wow,” he says, still working at his dick. “I’m impressed, Jaehyun-ah.”
Jaehyun shifts, trying to get any sort of relief, his cock throbbing uselessly in his underwear. “Thank you, hyung.”
“Well, don’t stop,” Jungkook says, tossing his free hand in Nari’s direction. “I told you to fuck her. You’re halfway there.”
“Yeah.” Jaehyun nods, sliding to the floor for just long enough to pull off his underwear.
“Look at you, so excited already you’re leaking,” Jungkook sighs happily, eyes glued to Jaehyun’s crotch. “Remember the rules, though, baby.”
“Not until you tell me I can,” Jaehyun murmurs, setting his sights back on Nari again.
“Good,” Jungkook hums.
Nari lifts herself up on her arms, legs still spread for him. Her cheeks are pink, a dark, purple mark forming on her left breast where Jaehyun bit too hard. She’s so pretty Jaehyun almost comes on the spot. He stumbles back into the bed, trying to get close to her again.
She brings up her foot, stopping him by pressing it into his sternum.
“Can I please get on top, oppa?” she pleads, giving Jungkook the most devastating puppy-dog eyes Jaehyun has ever seen.
“Not tonight, princess,” Jungkook says solemnly. He meets Jaehyun’s eyes. “I’d love to let her ride the ride, but I’m afraid you might actually die, Jaehyun-ah.” He laughs. “That would be bad publicity.”
Jaehyun can’t disagree.
“There’s always next time,” Nari says cheerfully, already over her spot of disappointment. She sits up fully before turning over, getting on her hands and knees in front of Jaehyun.
All Jaehyun can do is make a tiny, pathetic noise as he stares. She pushes back a bit, spreading herself open for him. He gets dizzy. Puts one hand on her ass, testing.
“You have a nice cock, Jaehyun. You won’t need to work all that hard. Nari is good at taking what she’s given,” Jungkook says. His voice sounds far away in Jaehyun’s ears. “You’ll need to go hard and fast. Don’t forget to touch her. That’s important. There are standards. Doesn’t she deserve to be touched?”
“Y— yes,” Jaehyun chokes.
Jungkook nods his approval. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”
Jaehyun swallows, but spit immediately pools in his mouth again. He looks down at Nari, taking his cock into his hand as gently as he can. He doesn’t know how he’ll survive this without coming. Nari looks at him over her shoulder, wiggling back until she’s pushing her ass against his cock.
He lays a hand on the small of her back, pushes it up the line of her spine until it’s resting between her shoulder blades. She takes it gracefully, exhaling as she leans down into the mattress. Jaehyun lines himself up. Closes his eyes as he pushes into her so he doesn’t explode.
She’s tight. Hot and wet, practically sucking him in. He moans when he’s fully seated inside of her, hips twitching trying to push deeper. She naturally moves around him, walls fluttering. Looks at him again, her eyes glassy. “Come on, baby. Be a good boy for noona,” she breathes.
Jaehyun stops thinking. He fucks her just like he was told to. Hard and fast. Hands on her hips as he gets into a rhythm. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with Nari’s breathy moans. Jaehyun is so close to coming that it hurts. He forces it back with all of his willpower. The discipline he learned while training to be an idol. It’s good for almost nothing but this. Torturing himself.
Once he quells his own orgasm, he follows through on the rest of Jungkook’s instructions. He touches Nari. Plays with her tits as he fucks her. Drops his hand between her legs to circle her clit.
The second time Nari comes, it’s more subdued than the first. She goes limp under Jaehyun, letting out a sob of his name, pussy clenching around him.
When he’s able to pull out, Jaehyun turns, flops onto his back on the bed, vision whiting out as he swallows back the pain radiating from his dick. He’s never been so close to coming without giving in. His head spins. He might be crying.
He registers Nari’s nails across his chest. Her lips at his jaw. “Sweet boy,” she coos. “You did such a good job, baby. Made me feel so good, Jaehyun-ah.”
A soft whimper leaves Jaehyun’s lips.
“I know it hurts, honey,” Nari continues. “Just hold on, hm? Kookie will take care of you, sweetheart. You’re such a good boy, Jaehyun.”
Jaehyun’s hands grasp at the air. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for. A sharp pain shoots through his stomach, balls sore. When he opens his eyes again, Jungkook is standing over him. He leans down, and Nari moves out of the way. Two fingers catch Jaehyun’s chin. Jaehyun’s breath comes out shallow.
“How do you feel, baby?” Jungkook murmurs.
“Enng—” Jaehyun whines. “I feel good, hyung. But— it really hurts.”
Jungkook hums, leaning closer and kissing the tears off of Jaehyun’s cheeks. When he’s done with that, he catches Jaehyun’s lips in a soft, slow kiss.
Jaehyun never imagined that his first kiss with Jungkook would be like this. He didn’t think he’d ever get to kiss Jungkook at all. But here he is, kissing Jungkook after he fucked Jungkook’s girlfriend within an inch of his life.
It’s better than Jaehyun could have imagined. Jungkook is patient with him. He goes slowly. He draws Jaehyun up and into his lap. Settles against the headboard with Jaehyun curled into him, clinging to his neck and kissing him back desperately. Like a dog trying to lick up spilt milk.
Jungkook cools Jaehyun down like that. Soothing hands skimming over Jaehyun’s back and legs. Until the pain subsides and Jaehyun’s heart is beating closer to a normal rate.
Only then does Jungkook reach for the lube.
He has Jaehyun straddle him as he fingers him open. Jaehyun draped over one of his shoulders, nails scraping down his back. Jungkook laughs when he’s able to fit two fingers inside of Jaehyun relatively easily.
“You were ready for this,” he says.
Jaehyun nods. His dick is rubbing against Jungkook’s stomach, making a mess. Pre-cum smeared over skin. Nari lays and watches them. She holds Jaehyun’s hand when Jungkook stretches him to three fingers. Tells Jaehyun he’s pretty. Jaehyun believes her.
When he’s ready, Jungkook makes Jaehyun stand up. He takes his hand, offering him a pretty smile and leading him towards the full-length mirror on the wall.
He stands behind Jaehyun there, runs his hands down Jaehyun’s arms and kisses his neck. Jaehyun can see Nari lounging on the bed in the reflection, reaching for her phone, like she’s bored.
Jungkook is beautiful. He always has been. His tattoos, his body, his everything. His cock is no different. Long and thick, hanging between his legs. Jaehyun gets his fill before Jungkook steps fully behind him. Tucks his chin into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck. Looks at him in the reflection.
He splays his hand over Jaehyun’s lower belly. Pushes Jaehyun back into him. Jaehyun groans when he feels Jungkook’s cock against his ass.
“Hyung—” he begs.
“We look good together, Jaehyun-ah,” Jungkook says. “It’s almost eerie from some angles.” Another kiss to Jaehyun’s jaw. “That’s why we’re idols. We like looking at ourselves, no?”
“I like looking at you,” Jaehyun breathes.
Jungkook laughs into his throat. He turns Jaehyun with a hand under his chin and kisses him.
The angle is awkward. Uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter. Jaehyun moans into it. He moans again when Jungkook presses against his entrance, blunt head of his cock against Jaehyun’s hole.
Jaehyun bends slightly at the waist to accommodate him. When Jungkook fucks into him, Jaehyun forgets how to breathe.
“Relax, baby,” Jungkook says, mouth hot and damp against Jaehyun’s neck. He holds Jaehyun close as he starts to fuck him. Looks him in the eye in the mirror.
Jaehyun is all choked up. His chest stuffed with cotton. His orgasm starts building again, more desperate than before. Jungkook fills him up so nicely. He’s bigger than Dongmin is. Jaehyun only has Dongmin to compare Jungkook to.
Dongmin doesn’t leave Jaehyun completely brainless like this. He doesn’t keep Jaehyun begging for more like this. Doesn’t fuck into Jaehyun with such strong, precise strokes.
“Come back,” Nari complains just when Jaehyun is worried he may start crying again. “I’m bored.”
Jungkook slows his hips. Laughs into Jaehyun’s sweat damp skin. He pulls out all at once. Takes Jaehyun by the hips and pushes him back to the bed.
“Yay!” Nari cheers when Jaehyun falls onto his back. She cradles his jaw in her hand, pulling him into a kiss. Jaehyun sighs into it. It’s comfortable by now. He feels Jungkook part his legs. He squeaks into Nari’s mouth. Looks up just as Jungkook fucks back into him.
It’s intimate like this. Jaehyun on his back and Jungkook between his legs, looming over him. A drop of sweat rolls down Jungkook’s temple. He breathes through his mouth as he pumps into Jaehyun.
Nari starts kissing Jaehyun’s neck, hand trailing down his stomach. She’s careful not to bite too hard. No marks for idols.
Jaehyun can feel her tits pushed up against his arm, warm and plush. His eyes sting, but he’s unwilling to look away. Jaehyun watches the flex of Jungkook’s muscles as he continuously fucks into his prostate. Jaehyun can’t feel his toes. He’s so pent up. Sweaty.
“How does it feel, Jaehyun-ah?” Jungkook asks, short on breath.
“Good, hyung—” Jaehyun babbles. “I’m— Please—” he doesn’t even remember what he’s asking for by now. Relief, maybe. Permission.
Nari’s hand closes around Jaehyun’s cock and he sobs, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. She hushes him gently, kissing them away.
If this is where he dies, he might be okay with it.
“You can come, Jaehyun-ah,” Jungkook says eventually, through the haze.
Jaehyun’s orgasm rips through him before the order has even left Jungkook’s lips. It’s immediate and violent. He completely loses track of space and time, vision tunnelling and hearing fuzzing out.
His muscles contract, come spurting across his stomach, hot and sticky. There’s no way to tell how long it lasts. Every cell in his body buzzes, head to toe. Nari keeps jerking him off until his dick twitches, nothing left to give. Until he starts going soft.
When Jaehyun finally comes to, his cheeks are wet with tears. Nari is holding him, stroking his face and whispering comfort, and Jungkook is coming, too, cock in his own hand, spilling all over Jaehyun’s belly. Jaehyun didn’t even feel him pull out.
“Oh my god,” Jaehyun says, voice wrecked. He’s glad he won’t be singing tomorrow. He’s a mess, covered in come, limbs trembling in exhaustion.
Jungkook smiles down at him, setting one hand next to Jaehyun’s head and leaning in to kiss him. Jaehyun kisses back with what little energy he has left. He whines when Jungkook pulls away, but relaxes when he doesn’t go far, laying down on Jaehyun’s other side.
Nari plays with Jaehyun’s hair as Jungkook strokes Jaehyun’s sternum with heavy fingers. Up and down. Up and down.
“He’s so adorable. I’m going to get attached,” Nari says softly, like Jaehyun isn't even there.
Jaehyun can see Jungkook smile out of the corner of his eye. He laughs. “You say that as if you aren’t already.”
“I can’t help it,” Nari sighs. She snuggles into Jungkook’s side. “Can we keep him, oppa?”
“Ask him, not me.”
“Jaehyun-ah,” Nari purrs, breath tickling Jaehyun’s jaw. “Can we keep you?”
Jaehyun’s throat bobs, mouth tacky. He nods. Makes a noise in the back of his throat, ruining his sad attempt to be non-chalant. “I’d do anything you and hyung wanted me to, noona.”
When Nari kisses him this time, it feels monumental.
Jaehyun gets home around three in the morning.
He showered at some point, but then Nari ended up sucking him off again, so he’s still a total mess. Jungkook asked if he would stay over, but Jaehyun has a schedule early enough tomorrow that he couldn’t accept.
The door beeps when he closes it behind him. He toes off his shoes, creeping into the dorm. All the lights are out. Jaehyun assumes everyone is asleep until he hears the soft rumble of a voice from the living room.
Is that… Jungkook’s voice? He must have really been fucked stupid.
He rounds the corner to find Sungho laying on the couch, holding his phone up. He’s watching a live stream. Jungkook sitting at his kitchen island eating noodles.
Sungho gasps when he sees Jaehyun. He stands up, dropping his phone on the couch. “Oh my god.”
Jaheyun breaks into a smile. He can’t help himself.
“You didn't,” Sungho grabs his arm, shaking violently.
“I did.” Jaehyun’s cheeks hurt from the force of his stupidly cocky grin. “But, I signed an NDA, so…” he lies.
Sungho squeals so loudly that Jaehyun has to cover his mouth with his hand. When he manages to wrestle Jaehyun away, he says, “Tell me everything. Holy shit! You fucked Jeon Jungkook!”
“I fucked his girlfriend,” Jaehyun corrects breezily. He sits down on the couch, picking up Sungho’s discarded phone. “He fucked me.”
“I’m going to fucking die!” Sungho gushes. He drops down next to Jaehyun, pulling the phone closer so they can both see.
Jungkook got on live ten minutes ago. A little after Jaehyun left his place.
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, his big, round eyes reading the comments. “I filmed a challenge with Jaehyun-ah yesterday. He’s so cute.” He smirks.
Sungho makes a noise that sounds like he’s choking.
Jaehyun pulls out his own phone, shooting off a message to Jungkook. Hyung…
A few seconds later, on-screen Jungkook giggles. He swipes away a notification. “Ah, now Jaehyun-ah is messaging me to complain.” He runs his tongue over his lip ring, the spot Jaehyun kissed just before he left. “Come over again soon, Jaehyunie,” Jungkook says sweetly. “Hyung misses you already.”