“P-please. I really can’t control myself anymore.”
Whipping your head around, you aren’t sure if it is the lust intoxicating your consciousness or if there is actually a half-naked Jungkook watching intently as your boyfriend kneads your ass. What the fuck is going on? One moment you were fooling around with Namjoon in his room, and the next his roommate was standing by the door, cheeks flushed as his chest heaves up and down. You slowly withdraw your hand from under Namjoon’s shirt, the desire to trace lazy swirls on his chest suddenly nonexistent.
“Jungkook. God, what the fuck?” You feel Namjoon’s warm hands on your bottom shift to lift you on to the mattress, leaving you needy and greedy as he turns to address the younger man. Your boyfriend scoots himself to the edge of the bed, his long legs dangling over the wooden frame as he runs a frustrated hand through his pale, pink locks. “You choose now of all time to bring this up.”