HYPERSEXTENSION

└FIFTEEN┘

2.41 AM.

"F-fuck-" Jungkook let out, drool oozing from his mouth as he fucked his wrecked hole with his two fingers, brushing his prostate with every single push.

It wasn't unusual for Jungkook to get himself off at midnight while imaging hot guys- but he didn't expect him to be one of them.

"T-Tae-" Jungkook moaned out, his knuckles hitting his ass as he continued to pound his fingers deep in him- no, they still weren't enough. So he added one another finger. He just remembered when Kris fucked his insides roughly and even fisted him open with Taehyung's appearance- fuck fuck fuck- those long fingers that slipped in him, reaching the spots that he couldn't- how the red hair got stuck in his forehead and his sweaty body, making him look just so fucking hot- Jungkook started to let precum out at the sight.

Fuck- the way Taehyung effortlessly pushed Namjoon on the bed and got on top of him- Jungkook wanting to be there instead of Namjoon would be an underestimate. Jungkook craved for it. That stupid smirk that comes out of nowhere and god- the way he winked at Namjoon before leaving- Jungkook fucked himself with four fingers instead, poking his tongue out and he grabbed his cock with his other hand.

Jungkook's sated, hot and sweaty body rested on the soft mattress, legs spread wide and moans and whimpers left his mouth. The party ended only a few hours ago and a little bit of him was hoping that he would remain with Namjoon's ice trait- but he knew he got his trait back when the sweet scent of his trait filled his nostrils.

There's a thing. The trait influences Jungkook too. When he uses his trait, the people around him aren't the only ones who get affected by it. And that's why Jungkook was so fucking sex-deprived and couldn't even help himself.

Jungkook jerked his hand around his cock up and down faster, feeling an overwhelm of pleasure as he kept hitting that sweet spot with his fingers- fuck. The way Taehyung's huge hands perfectly fit on his small waist, the way he smelled, the way everything about him was so fucking enchanting- Jungkook came on the spot. Jesus. He was so fucking close to getting dicked down by Taehyung but he always had to reject and push Jungkook away at the very last moment.

Jungkook was panting heavily by the time he pulled his fingers out of his hole and tried to relax his body but still, Jungkook felt bothered and hot. It's still not enough. He needed something else. God- this is so fucking wrong- Jungkook gulped, looking for his cellphone. He got up and sat down, after wiping his hands into the bedsheet, he took his cellphone from the nightstand and dialed a number with his shaky fingers- Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.

"C-can you come for tonight?" Jungkook stammered, eyes big, and bit his bottom lip.

"Why? It's 2.50 AM, Jungkook. Is everything alright?"

Jungkook hummed. "Please, just come over. As Taehyung because I don't wanna get turned off by your face." Jungkook gritted out. "And wear a bandana as well, Kris." And with that, Jungkook threw the cellphone somewhere in the huge bed and laid down.

Waiting, waiting, and waiting, Jungkook scratched his head, picking his cellphone up and looked at the time. 3 o'clock. He immediately got up, covering himself with the white blanket as he heard knocks on the door. Jungkook opened the door a little and felt like he forgot how to breathe when he scanned the boy before him. Red hair secured with a blue bandana and he was wearing some oversized shirt with a black velvet jacket on top and blue ripped jeans.

Jungkook felt himself almost staring at his crotch- Jungkook cleared his throat and looked up at his face, and smiled a little when he saw the flush on his face. Jesus, his scent so addicting- fuck, Taehyung.