HYPERSEXTENSION

└THIRTY-FOUR┘

Jungkook's breaths hitched, incoherent words leaving his mouth as he fucked his whole fist into him, dealing with the rut all by himself for three days straight now.

Jungkook muffled his face into the pillow, small moans leaving his mouth as he fucked his prostrate with his fingers, eyes closed out together- imagining Taehyung's longs fingers into him as he would grab Jungkook's waist with his other hand- fuck. He wanted his thighs to be fucked by Taehyung again.

God. Jungkook humped himself into the mattress, coming again on the bedsheet and his breaths had turned uneven as well. He was too exhausted but his cock was hard again and Jungkook didn't even have energy left to pleasure himself.

Fuck fuck fuck- how badly he wanted to be fucked senseless into the bed and have Taehyung's knot in him and they would stay connected for hours. Jungkook turned on his back, legs spread wide as he squeezed his eyes shut together, jerking his swollen cock off and he fingered himself with his other hand.

Fuck- that sinful tongue that he had in his mouth, and licked his sensitive parts, that mouth, those fingers, that voice, those goddamn eyes and that cock that Jungkook would never get enough off. Jungkook moaned out, drooling a little as he hiccuped.

He wanted to feel Taehyung's naked body against his, he wanted Taehyung to explore every inch of him- holy fuck. He wanted Taehyung so bad, the obsession didn't even seem natural anymore even to Jungkook himself.

Jungkook hiccuped slightly, hitting his stupid prostrate. He wanted Taehyung's slender fingers in him, fuck- Jungkook groaned a little, coming again but he continued to fuck himself with the fingers. Swallowing a large gulp of lump down his throat, Jungkook fluttered his eyelashes, getting rid of the tears that came from overstimulation.

Was it worth it? Was hurting Taehyung's feelings because Namjoon told him so was it really worth it? After all, if he didn't listen to Namjoon, Taehyung would have been here, fucking his brains out.

But then again, Jungkook was angry at Taehyung too for what he had done to his father. Like, fuck. What was he supposed to do? Forget his father? And being in a situation where he was angry as fuck at Taehyung, Namjoon told him to do something and take Taehyung's virginity and Jungkook did it so.

But now to think about it, Jungkook really didn't know what was right and wrong anymore.

He wanted Taehyung. He needed Taehyung. He craved for Taehyung and god. If something happened between him and Taehyung, it would be him that would face the consequences afterward and not Namjoon. Damn, he really should stop listening to Namjoon when it came to Taehyung, what the fuck.

Jungkook's chest heaved up and down, fucking himself harder. Shit- Jungkook despised the idea of thinking Jin had Taehyung all by himself now, like, why?? He didn't want to think about how Taehyung would make Jin all vulnerable beneath him just like the way Taehyung made him on that Monday.

Jungkook whined, shaking his head. He didn't like the thought of Jin having Taehyung above him, his body sweaty and deliciously sated above his, and the way Taehyung would have his eyes filled with lust and god- the way he would smirk and husk- fuck fuck fuck- Jungkook didn't want to imagine how Jin had the chance to hear Taehyung's fucking moans whenever he wanted.

Thinking about that stuff didn't really sound like a good idea considering the fact that Jungkook found his eyes getting blurry and himself panting heavily. He came again and then pulled his fingers out, tears streaming down his eyes, he didn't want to sob out loud.

Jungkook knew Taehyung and Jin's relationship was none of his concerns, after all. And he also knew he wasn't jealous either. (Or maybe he was?) But it just fucking hurt to think those two together.