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Pieces of Greece | KNJ & KSJ

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon x reader Genre: smut, a little fluff, a whole lot of bickering AU: established relationship, fwb to lovers Wordcount: 17,100 on the dot Summary: After the events during Christmas in the Swiss mountains, your boyfriend Namjoon wants to go to Greece for his birthday. And, of course, another surprise in the form of Kim Seokjin. Warnings: There's. So. Much. Smut. Plane sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Namjoon loves to watch but this time he gets to participate. ice play, threesomes the entire time. DVP fun time, creampie, oral in every which way, unprotected sex, it goes on. mxm moments that make my heart happy. IT'S SMUT WITH SOME PLOT OKAY. Rating: M / 18+ AN: Sooooooooooooooo....Many many many many months ago, someone asked if there'd ever be a sequel. i joked there would be a summer vacation. then summer happened and nothing was written. Then I met my favorite @echotoyou and well, they said they loved Swiss Miss and I mentioned the thought of a sequel and they got excited and then Namjoon's birthday was coming up and i thought fuck it and THEY ASKED FOR MOST OF THE SMUT IN THIS OKAY. so this is for my baby starcandy. i love you so much, i hope you enjoy. Thank you to my lovely @theharrowing for beta-reading and @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Also tagging @simp47koreancrackheads for reasons. Enjoy!!! 💜Masterlist | AskBox | AO3

When Namjoon brought up the idea of an end of summer vacation for his birthday, you were hesitant at first. Last time you let him plan a vacation, he dragged you to the Swiss mountains and it was miserable. 

Well…not all of it was miserable. 

Seokjin being your Christmas present made up for the freezing mountain getaway. 

It’s been almost nine months since then. Seokjin’s been away filming and being a gorgeous model, but you both still kept in contact. The three of you agreed it’d be okay to send photos of you in lingerie sets, Namjoon taking it a step further to send videos of you riding his cock, begging to come. Seokjin would send videos back, specifically to you, of his hand stroking his cock until he was a moaning mess, coming all over himself. 

The two of you met up with him a few times since Christmas. Once in February, once in April, and the last time being very briefly in July when Namjoon watched on as Seokjin fucked you so ridiculously that you squirted all over the hotel bed while he erupted inside of you. 

As far as you were concerned, your relationship with Namjoon was technically still monogamous. At least, until Seokjin became involved and suddenly he was the added friend with benefits for you. Namjoon and Seokjin never got involved with one another; your boyfriend only ever watching on as his best friend fucked you sensless, and fucking you right after so your last orgasm was from the man you loved.

You understood Namjoon loved to watch. Every time you’d look over at him slowly rubbing his hard cock, either with his hand coated in your arousal or with your underwear, his eyes would be watching the faces you’d make in pleasure or the way Seokjin’s cock pounded into you. But there was always a moment where it felt like he wanted to be involved. You’ve tried to ask, but could never find a way to bring it up. 

So you agreed to the trip, hoping you’d get the chance to ask at some point. 

“Joon, what’d the attendant say?” Your boyfriend makes his way back to where you’re sitting in the terminal, wearing a long summer dress with thin straps. Your flight’s been delayed an hour at this point, and you’re feeling just a tad bit suffocated in this airport that conveniently has the air conditioning down for maintenance. 

“Good news and bad news.” He sighs, plopping down in the seat next to you, “which do you want first?”

“Always start with the bad.”

“Bad news is it’s another ‘forty-five minutes at least’ until we can board.” He pauses for your groan of frustration, fanning yourself with the book cover of some nonsense romance book you found in the gift shop. 

“And the good?”

“The good,” he smiles, handing you the boarding passes, “there aren’t a lot of people on our flight anyway, and the girl thought I was cute so we got upgraded to first class for free.”

Your eyes barely glance at the passes with the upgraded seat locations on them, instead finding their way to the female attendant that had her eyes on your boyfriend. Namjoon might not mind sharing you with another man, but you can’t say the same about you sharing Namjoon with another woman. 

“Y/n. Don’t give her that look.” 

“I’m not giving her a look.”

“Yes you are. You’re giving her that look at my man one more time and I’ll end your happiness look.”

“No I’m no— wait. I have a look like that?” You look at Namjoon with wide eyes, a grin slowly creeping across your face. “That’s so cool. Is it easily readable? Do I have others?” 

The girl is long forgotten about as you see Namjoon’s beautiful dimples appear with his smile as he leans closer to whisper in your ear. 

“Yeah. You make some other ones. Like when you’re about to come all over me. When I’ve fucked you so hard that you’re about to black out. The face you make when you realize you’ve taken every inch of me is my favorite, though.”

Your face flushes in heat as you sit completely still, eyes staring straight ahead. You hear him chuckle next to you before kissing your temple, leaning back in his seat with an arm resting against the back of yours. The goosebumps on your skin and the back of your neck raise with every pass his fingers make across your shoulder and back. You know it’s for comfort, but it feels like the best kind of torture. 

Shockingly, the wait time is far less than forty-five minutes before you’re one of the first groups to board, letting Namjoon hand over the boarding passes to the attendant. She gives him a big smile and flirty eyes and you have to fight yourself to not give her whatever look Namjoon was talking about. You’re about to spend ten hours on a plane, two weeks in Greece, and potentially the rest of your life with this man. She will be left behind at this terminal; she is no threat. 

If anything, she’s a gift to this world. The first class seats are amazing in comparison to the main cabin seats Namjoon originally booked. You immediately claim the cubby-like seat next to the window, Namjoon sitting in the cubicle parallel to yours. The flight attendant left you both pillows, blankets, a bottle of what deemed fancy water and snacks already laid out for each of you. 

“Is this what Jin experiences with being famous? Because if so, one of us needs to get on it, stat, Joon. Probably you. Make an onlyfans.” You giggle when he ignores you, his face taking a turn at going flush with heat. 

You don’t tease further, getting comfortable in your little bed for the next ten hours. You poke the buttons to make the bed come out from under your feet before returning it to a sitting position and pulling the partition down between you and your boyfriend’s seats. 

“Hi.” You smile at him while he sorts out both of your bags, pulling out your phone charger and handing it to you. “Thank you, Joonie.” You lean across the divider to give him a kiss, laughing when you try to pull back, only to have a giant hand cradle the back of your neck, tugging you back against his lips. 

“I love you, baby.” He whispers, finally pulling away when the surge of other passengers begin to board the plane. You quickly say it back, full love-sick grin on display for him. 

God, you really do love him. 

Halfway through the flight, you’re being nudged awake, pulled from an amazing dream or memory - you can’t tell anymore - of you and Namjoon. Your headphones are slowly pulled off your head as you groggily turn over to find Namjoon leaning through the divider with a smirk. 

“What?” You grumble, wiping your eyes. 

“You were moaning my name.”

“What?” You were moaning in your dream, but surely not in real life? On a plane? 

“Bathroom in five minutes.” Is all he says before sliding the divider back up. All you hear is quiet rustling until you see his top half making its way to the first class bathrooms. 

He can’t be serious. 

He can’t. 

While you love the control Namjoon has over you, and you both share an openness to exploring new kinks and sexual experiences, this wasn’t on either of your lists. 

You watch the time on your phone move slowly, one minute down. 

You shouldn’t do this.

Two minutes down. 

You’ll get caught. 

Three minutes. 

You’ll be banned from flying. And how will you get back home if so? A ship of some sort? 

Four. 

But he’s waiting for you. Possibly hard and you’re soaked from your dream. 

Five. 

You tuck your phone under your pillow, slowly crawling out of your cubicle and tiptoeing your way to the front. Luckily first class only has about eight seats and everyone seems to be sound asleep as you reach the bathroom door, giving one small secret knock. The door unlocks and you creep it open, sneaking your way in. 

“Holy fuck, it’s huge.” You whisper, eyes scanning the bigger than normal airplane bathroom. There’s enough space to have a moderately small sized counter and an actual sink. And enough space for your boyfriend to stand up tall without banging his head on the ceiling. 

“I feel like I should make a joke there, but we have limited time. Turn and bend. Now.” He quietly growls. It’s only then you notice his hardened length in his hand, slowly being pumped as he waits for you to follow instructions. 

“Sir, yes sir.” You quip, ignoring his glare as you turn around and brace yourself against the counter. He parts your legs with his feet, a hand grabbing your waist when you momentarily lose balance. 

“Remember. Not a sound, okay?” He whispers against your ear, tongue tracing down your neck. You quickly nod, skin shivering as he pulls the hem of your dress up, bringing the fabric to the front and giving it to you to hold against your stomach. Your underwear is dropped past your knees and you quickly step one foot out so you can freely move. 

He wastes no time smacking your ass once, grabbing at the meaty flesh right after. You fight back the yelp, covering your mouth as you watch his intense gaze through the mirror. His eyes are glued to your ass while he massages it, watching in awe as your arousal pools at your entrance. 

“Fuck, I love how ready you are for me all the time, baby.” He groans, lining your hips up with his, gliding his cock along your folds. You bite the inside of your cheek to not make a noise. 

“Stop that.” The hand on your hip slides up and around to your neck, pulling you up to his chest. “Don’t bite the inside of your cheek, it’ll get infected.”

“Then don’t tease me.” You rasp, voice straining when his grip tightens around your neck. 

“If you insist.” He gives one bite to your neck before letting you go and bending you forward again. He gives no warning as he realigns himself, pushing past your entrance in one go. 

You let out a silent scream, covering your mouth again with your free hand as you practically hug the sink. There’s no hesitation when he starts pounding into you, both of you a mess of silent moans. 

“Come back up here.” He groans, pulling you back up by your arms. “I think it’s me that has to be careful about sounds, baby. How are you always so fucking tight?”

“Feels so good.” You gasp, fighting the moan building in your throat when he kisses your neck.

He’s about to respond when there’s a small amount of turbulence, causing him to thrust even deeper into you. One of your hands flies to your mouth, followed quickly by him biting your neck. 

Namjoon removes your hand from your mouth, placing his there instead, snaking his fingers past your lips and making you suck. “Get yourself off on my cock, baby. We don’t have time.” You whine, your fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing. 

Another little bout of turbulence and his cock being buried even deeper inside of you makes you fight against the urge to scream around his fingers, walls clenching as you come around his cock. He comes seconds later, deep inside, holding you close while his lips leave feather kisses across your skin. 

You’re both silent after, his cock remaining tucked deep within your walls as his hands rub up and down your sides realizing you have another five hours before landing. The kiss he places on your shoulder tells you he’s having the same thought. 

“Need help?” He asks in a hushed whisper. You shake your head, letting him pull out. It’s almost awkward having to move around one another to clean up, but Namjoon makes sure to give you his dimpled smile and a quick kiss every passing until he’s ready to go back, leaving you to finish up in peace. 

The rest of the flight was normal. Half the time you were asleep, the other half playing phone games with Namjoon or listening to music or watching a movie while he was reading. 

When you landed, Namjoon was quick to grab your carry on and usher you off the plane, almost running to baggage claim. 

“Jooooooon, our bags aren’t going to magically appear the second we get to baggage claim. They have to unload the plane first.”

“I know, I know. But…I have a surprise for you.” Namjoon grins, pulling you past baggage claim to where people are waiting for their loved ones to emerge.

And that’s when you swear your heart stops for a moment.

Kim Seokjin.

In Greece.

“Jin?!” You accidentally shout. In hindsight, you’ll understand why Namjoon grabbed your bags and didn’t let you carry anything. You would’ve dropped it all or thrown it across the building as you ran up to your friend and jumped into his awaiting embrace.

“Oh my god, you’re here?! Why are you here?” you start rambling off nonsense, speaking into his neck as he hugs you, holding you in the air with his arms holding just below your ass. “How have you been? How was the movi–”

“Princess, slow down!” He laughs, finally placing you back on your feet. Your hands rest on his forearms, his on your elbows as you finally look at him.

He’s still beautiful. His hair is still the same, if not a little bit longer. You told him he was in his long fluffy era while he’s taking a break from filming last time you saw him. It was fun tugging on it when his mouth was exploring your body. His eyes are a mixture of exhaustion, happiness, and a hint of mischief. He somehow looks bigger, like he’s been working out a lot more. It’s only been two months since you’ve seen him, but it feels like a lot longer. There’s a small ache in your heart when you look up at him, and you’re not even sure when you started crying until his hands cradle your face, thumbs wiping away your tears.

“Why is my beautiful princess crying, hmm? Can’t stand my beauty?” 

You scoff out a sob, lightly smacking him. The ache in your heart turns into a searing jolt at my beautiful princess. 

“Shut up, you’re hideous.” 

“Tell that to Vogue.” 

“Will do. I’ll write a book about it.” 

“Oh, can I have the first copy?”

“Of course. I’ll sign it and everything.” 

“Oh my god, what an honor.”

“I’ve missed you, Seokjin.”

“I’ve missed you too, y/n.”

He pulls you into another hug, tightening his arms around you when you let out a soft squeak.

“Okay, you two, let’s get this vacation underway.” Your boyfriend’s voice drags you out of the hug you’ve missed so much, stepping away from Seokjin to let the two men hug and greet one another while you mind the bags Namjoon must’ve grabbed while you were busy. 

“You’re not gonna run into my arms? Only her?” Seokjin playfully pouts at your boyfriend, who rolls his eyes in response, grabbing your hand in his.

“Nah, that’s her thing.” 

“What’s your thing then?” you ask, tilting your head to the side with a smirk.

“Later.” 

He doesn’t look at you, so you turn to look at Seokjin instead, who has an eyebrow raised at you. You shrug in response, giving him a look that says I’m just as confused and walk out with your boyfriend and best friend. 

“So, welcome to Athens.” Seokjin starts and he and Namjoon load the bags into the back of the small car, “I’ll be your driver today and the rest of the time we’re here until we get to–”

“Don’t say it, hyung.” Namjoon quickly interjects as you get in the passenger seat.

“Don’t say what?” You turn to look at your boyfriend sitting behind the driver’s seat. 

“You haven’t told her any of the plans?” Seokjin looks in the rear view mirror in astonishment. 

“Nope. And it stays that way.”

“Boo.”

“Lame.”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Joon, it’s your birthday. Why am I the one being surprised?”

He doesn’t say anything more, giving Seokjin a knowing smile that frustrates you when he raises his eyebrows and grins in response. 

You pout, “I hate you both.”

“Lying is bad for your health, princess.” 

Your annoyance with the two men in the car is quickly forgotten about when Seokjin starts driving through Athens. Everything is gorgeous. You get a little giddy, driving through streets you refuse to admit to going through on Google maps, or seeing structures you’ve seen in video games. 

“Princess, look out my window.” Seokjin’s hand lightly grabs at your thigh to get your attention, making you swivel around to look out his window where you can just make out a building you know you’ve climbed in an Assassin’s Creed game. 

“Is that the Parthenon?!” The question is rhetoric, but your excitement is overflowing. “Holy shit, we’re actually in Greece! Can we go see the Olympic park? The observatory? Oh! Joon there’s some really cool art museums there, too! Can we go there?”

“Baby, breathe.” Your boyfriend laughs, Seokjin snickering beside you, his hand still on your thigh, “we’ll go tomorrow first thing. Today we just need to get to the hotel and get dinner.” 

“How are we going to do all this in two weeks? Greece is huge.” You plop back in your seat, huffing in response. 

It’s only now you notice Seokjin’s hand on your thigh, following the limb up to its owner who has his eyes switching from the road to the gps, slightly confused expression on his face in concentration. You turn your head to look at Namjoon, whose eyes are on the hand on your thigh, a soft smile he tries to hide when he realizes you’re looking. 

It’s confusing. It should be Namjoon’s hand there, and yet it still feels right. You love Namjoon. Absolutely head over heels in love with him. 

But in comes Seokjin. The man you’ve had a crush on for years. Who you finally found out actually had feelings for you too. 

You adore Seokjin. You always will. You probably could’ve fallen in love with him if he had said anything back then. But then what would’ve happened with Namjoon? Your stomach drops at the thought.

You silently thank any and every god there is that neither you or Seokjin said anything and that you met your boyfriend. And that by some weird miracle, he’s willing to share you with no one other than Seokjin.

You’re so spaced out, you barely notice when Seokjin pulls into the parking lot of where you will be staying. It’s a gorgeous private villa, an elegant white building with a mixture of modern and Greek design. You hop out of the car while the two men grab the bags. 

“You got a whole house?” You’re not sure if you’re asking Namjoon or Seokjin. But they both respond at the same time. 

“Yes.”

“Yup. Privacy is priceless.” Seokjin chimes in. You roll your eyes with a smile, grabbing the key from him and unlocking the door. 

“There’s three king sized beds and two smaller ones. I took one of the king ones just off the kitchen.” Seokjin guides you both through the house, bags left by the front door with your shoes, “there’s a sauna, a little gym, air conditioning thank god, and a bunch more I haven’t actually explored yet.” 

“With how much we’ll be exploring, we don’t really need a sauna or a gym or anything like that. Y’all really love to go overboard.” You poke both of them in their sides, Namjoon quietly grabs your wrist while Seokjin dramatically cries out as if you’ve stabbed him. 

“It’s nice to have the option, princess!” His dramatics will never cease to amuse you, “Aish, now I’m going to bruise and it’s all your fault.” He rubs his side as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. 

“Let him have the weird accommodations, baby. He’s a celebrity like that.” Namjoon speaks next to your ear, wrapping his arms around your middle and hugging you. 

“He’s weird.”

“And yet…” his voice trails off, his nose nudging against your throat when he kisses your shoulder. 

“And yet…” you sigh, repeating the statement back. You both silently stand in the middle of the living area, Namjoon leaving kisses across your shoulder, and you staring out the window. You can see just enough of the city of Athens, it feels like a dream. 

“I’m gonna shower really quick, go keep Seokjin entertained, hmm?” Your boyfriend kisses your temple, humming when you agree. He gives your ass a light smack before he walks away, grabbing the bags and taking them to a room with a bathroom. 

You find your way to the kitchen where Seokjin is holding two bottles of wine in either hand, eyes flicking back and forth on each label. He looks up when you enter, eyes scanning next to you before he pouts. 

“Where's Joon?”

“Shower. Told me to entertain you.” You shrug, walking with a little skip over to him. He smirks as you hop up on the island counter, placing the bottles of wine on the main counter away from you. 

“And how do you plan on entertaining me, princess?” His tone teases and you shrug once again, kicking your feet out a little as you rest your palms on the counter’s edge. 

“I dunno. How would you like to be entertained?” You know where this is going, you haven’t seen or felt him in over two months. You miss him. So much. 

And he has clearly missed you just as much when he grabs your kicking feet, moving them to spread your legs so he can stand between them. One of his hands finds the back of your head, fingers curling in your hair, as he brings your lips to his. 

It’s slow and deep, but it quickly turns heated and desperate when his head turns to the side to gain better access. Your lips part and you let out a soft moan that he quickly swallows, tongues fighting against one another as he keeps his fingers tangled in your hair and the other hand gripping your hip tight. 

Your hands stay cradling his face, desperate to remember how he feels when kissing you so desperately. 

“God, princess, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”  

“Me too.” You pant between kisses. 

“How often I look at those photos you sent me or the videos Joon sent of you taking his cock so deep. It fucking killed me every time.”

“Jin.” You moan when his lips trail down to your clavicle. 

“I don’t need to see old buildings or art or any of that, I’d rather spend the next two weeks fucking you with Namjoon.” He curses against your skin, your dress’s straps falling off your shoulder. Your breasts are so close to spilling out, if not for a third voice causing you both to jump, you pulling the straps back up to cover yourself. 

“As much as I would like to have two weeks to fuck our baby stupid, I didn’t plan this trip for that.” Namjoon gives a mischievous smirk. You know he might not have planned for that. But he did plan something. You just don’t know what. 

“As long as I get to taste her at some point.” Seokjin says, smiling up at you as he speaks to your boyfriend. 

“You will, but for now she should shower the plane off of her and get ready for dinner.” 

You nod, sighing as you tap Seokjin’s arms to let go of you. He backs away, letting you hop down and toward your boyfriend who grabs your waist as you walk by, tugging you to stand in front of him. 

“Be a good girl, and you’ll get rewarded.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. You give him a playful glare, stepping to the side and walking past him, towards the bathroom he used.

You shower quickly, changing into another summer dress, this one a mix of green and blue chiffon with beautiful off-shoulder straps that fall perfectly in place just below your shoulders. Even though it’s about five in the evening, it’s still ridiculously hot. You put barely any makeup on, fixing your hair up to stop yourself from sweating down your back. 

When you return to the kitchen, Namjoon is bothering Seokjin while he’s focused on pouring the three of you some wine, making sure it’s an equal amount for each of you. What takes you by surprise, however, is Namjoon’s chin resting on his friend’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around his middle like he does with you. 

Oh. 

Suddenly it makes sense. 

“There she is!” Seokjin’s voice pipes through the kitchen. Namjoon slowly backs away from Seokjin’s back, grabbing two glasses of wine and bringing one to you. 

“You look stunning, baby.” 

“Thank you. It’s too hot.” You pout, taking the wine and giving a small thanks. You join him and Seokjin back in the kitchen where he’s prepared a little plate of snacks to go with the wine. 

“That’s Greece. I don’t think it’s ever cold?” Namjoon shrugs, taking a sip of his wine. 

“I bet it’s like LA. Maybe cold like once or twice a year.” Seokjin pops a cracker into his mouth. You share a look with Namjoon, both of you snickering. 

“Oh, look at this fancy boy, saying LA like it’s so casual for him.” You tease, taking a big sip of the wine. 

“Ha ha ha. Keep being jealous.” He deadpans. 

“Me? Jealous? Of your exhausting life? Absolutely not, handsome. I like being in Seoul where I sleep and eat and the only traveling I do is to various museums and art galleries for work.”

“Ah, yes. Our little curator. That’s how you stole her from the world, right Namjoon?” 

“I didn’t steal her.”

“More like held me hostage.”

“In bed I assume?” 

“Of course. Then I think it became some sort of Stockholm Syndrome and I fell in love.”

“A true romance right there. Can I tell that story at the wedding?” 

“Please. I’ll write it all down for you.” 

“Thank you, princess. I’ll memorize it and give the best performance.”

“I know you will.”

“God, I forgot what it’s like when you two get together.” Namjoon groans, leaning over the counter to bury his head in his arms. You look over at Seokjin in feigned shock. 

“I feel like he’s being rude and offensive.”

“So rude. So offensive.” 

“Extremely.”

“I thought you loved us!” Seokjin exclaims dramatically, hand on chest and fake tears starting to build up. 

“I do!” He laughs almost manically, lifting his head up and running his fingers through his hair. “It’s like you’re twins or something, it’s so much.” 

You giggle, leaning across the counter to soothe your boyfriend. 

“We’ll tone it down a bit, babe. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” Seokjin shrugs, a smug look on his face. He exclaims when you lightly hit his shoulder, “What? He said he loves me! I’m over the fucking moon right now.” 

All three of you laugh, finishing up your wine and snack grazing. Seokjin orders a cab for the three of you to take to a fancy restaurant by the beach where there’s even more wine. Multiple bottles of it. 

You barely remember the dinner, only remembering that the wine kept coming and resulted in both men having their hands on you the entire night. Whether it was Namjoon’s hands on your waist while standing in a crowd, or Seokjin’s hand clutching yours tight while guiding you through the masses of people. 

The light touches on your arms at dinner or your thighs in the car, they both knew what they were doing to you and fully aware of the hold they had on you. 

At one point, you ended up in a square that had people performing live music and people dancing to it. Seokjin dragged you and Namjoon to the makeshift dance floor, making you dance with your back against his chest and Namjoon facing you. Your hips swayed perfectly against Seokjin’s, pressing just right against his cock while Namjoon’s was pressing against your lower stomach. 

Both men covered either side of your neck with kisses, really testing your ability to not moan in public. It took you mumbling something about going home for them to stop, quickly getting a ride back to the private villa. 

The moment you hit the mattress, Namjoon has you splayed out on the bed, your summer dress riding dangerously high up your legs. Seokjin stands at the edge of the bed, quietly taking his shirt and pants off. 

Namjoon, still fully clothed minus his shoes, crawls over your body, deeply kissing you while his hand roams your entire body. His lips trail down your neck to your shoulder where he stops for a moment. It’s when he lets out a heavy sigh that you feel a sense of panic. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m too drunk.”

“What?”

“I can barely stay awake, baby.” He rolls off you, laying on his side while he hugs a pillow. 

“But…”

“Jinnie can take care of you. Right, hyung?” He barely opens his eyes to look at the older male, who looks just as confused as you do. “You just can’t fuck her though. Have her ride your thigh. That should do it.”

His eyes fall shut and you sit up, not sure what to do next. You look over to Seokjin, who’s looking at you for confirmation of what to do next, standing there in his underwear that’s straining his cock right now. 

“Should we go to your room?” You ask tentatively, moving to get up when he nods.

“No.” Namjoon’s voice returns from its slumber. “I wanna hear it. Do it here.”  

“Joonie, you’re tired.” You try to reason, but you know for a fact you’d rather do it here than without him there. 

“Here or not at all, baby.” His tired groan sounds serious, so you nod again, bending over to kiss his cheek, a small dimple appearing from his smile. 

“I love you, Joonie.”

“Love you too.” 

You turn back to Seokjin, a hand reaching out that he quickly takes, pulling you up to meet his standing position with your knees on the bed.  

“We don’t have to.” He murmurs, fingers delicately tangling with yours while his other hand finds your waist, bunching up the fabric there. 

You shake your head, leaning forward to softly meet his lips with yours. Kissing Seokjin is an experience every time. His plush pout’s ability to take over the kiss, and the moans he makes when you tug on his bottom lip with your teeth to try to regain control, makes you want to crumble into a pile of goo. 

“I need something, anything, Jinnie. Please?”

You rarely call Seokjin by the nickname Namjoon and Yoongi gave him years ago. You could probably count on one hand how many times you’ve said it. While it was a loving joke type of nickname from the guys, it always felt almost too intimate coming from you. So you have always stuck with Jin. 

Seokjin sighs, smiling at your adorable pouty expression. He whispers okay before leaning in to kiss you again, “what princess wants, princess gets.” 

Giant hands maneuver you so he can lay down. When you twist your body to straddle his lap while facing him, the big hands still your hips. 

“Ride my face.” 

Funny how three little words can make your entire body feel like it’s on fire.

You quickly look over to Namjoon who has his eyes closed, pillow tucked against his chest, but there’s a smile there that you know was in response to Seokjin’s order. 

You huff out, moving to crawl further up Seokjin’s body, but you’re stopped again when you’re just about over his face. 

“Turn around.”

“What?”

“If I can’t fuck you right now, I need your mouth to remind me what it can do.” 

You nod, afraid if you speak, it’ll be mushed up nonsense, and turn around, getting on your hands and knees facing away from Seokjin. His hands grab your upper thighs and tug you closer to his face, making you gasp and almost fall forward when you lose balance on your hands. 

“The dress has to go, y/n.” He gives your ass a light squeeze and you quickly rid the dress from your body. Jin lets out a low hum of approval at your matching bra and underwear; a deep crimson red and satin set.

“Every time…” he says under his breath, hooking his fingers into the side of your underwear and pulling it to your knees. You awkwardly lift one so he can move the underwear off it, not caring about the other leg. 

You palm Seokjin’s cock through his briefs, smiling softly at the sound he makes. 

You don’t hear his response, only gasping when he tugs your lower half down to meet those plush lips of his as he licks a long stripe through your folds, lips wrapping around your clit. 

“Fuck, Jin.” You whimper, head dropping to his hip as you slowly rut against his face. His hand smacks the side of your thigh, making you still. 

“Let me take care of you, princess.” He says, almost as a warning. 

You nod, forgetting he can’t see you, and lift your head up. With one of your shaking hands, you free his cock from the confines of his briefs, momentarily laughing when he tries to kick the fabric off his body. 

A harsh suck against your clit stops you from laughing. 

You pull yourself together again, wrapping your fingers around his impressive length. You fondly remember when you saw it for the first time last Christmas. You wanted so badly to touch it, hold it in your palm to feel how heavy it was. But there was a desperate need the first time you were with him. Now, nine months later, you had all the time in the world. 

Leaning down, you kiss the tip of his cock, enjoying the way it twitches at the contact followed by Seokjin’s light moan. You do it a few more times, on the tip, down the shaft, a kiss or two lands on his balls. Each kiss earns a twitch or a groan. Just as his tongue dives deep in your folds, you gather enough spit to trickle past your lips and onto his cock, using your hand to spread it around before slowly lowering your mouth down his now leaking member. 

You let his cock prod the back of your throat for a moment, thanking whatever gods that you barely have a gag reflex, and hum around him. Your nails dig into his thighs as he groans against your center, a hand smacking your ass. 

“Princess, what the fuck are you doing to me.”

His hips buck up, his cock somehow finding its way deeper down your throat. You cough, fighting the urge to pull off as his hips continue to buck up, your hands finding the bedding to brace yourself as he fucks your throat. You whine when two fingers ease past your folds, curling inside of you to press against your walls. 

It’s not long after that, that you’re crying, coming around his fingers and tongue and whining around his cock. Seconds later, he’s coming as well, bitter liquid shooting down your throat. 

You’re so lost in focusing on swallowing and not choking that you don’t hear the small breath of a laugh coming from your boyfriend. 

Seokjin, however, heard perfectly. 

“Ya, your girl’s a menace.”

You lift your throat off his cock, taking slow but short breaths as you look over at your boyfriend whose eyes travel from your lips down to his best friend’s soaked cock, some cum still coated around him. 

You glance down at the wet spot at his crotch. 

“Are you still too tired?” Your voice rasps. He nods, but your eyes stay locked on his crotch. 

Seokjin pats your ass, signaling for you to crawl off just enough that he can get off the bed. 

“I’m gonna shower and head to bed. Tomorrow we will explore Athens.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek before turning to the door and heading to his room. You smile, turning back to your boyfriend who has his eyes barely opened, watching you. Your eyes go back to the wet patch. 

“Let me take care of you, Joonie.”

“Baby…”

“Please?” 

“I’m fine, baby. Come to bed.” Sighing, you lay down next to him, your leg finding its way between his as you lean in just enough, connecting your lips to his. He moans deeply, tasting Seokjin on your tongue. Your suspicions are confirmed as you feel the bulge in his pants move underneath you. 

“You sure you don’t want me to take care of that?” You tease against his lips. Your hand sneaks between you both, but is quickly grabbed by Namjoon’s. 

“Yes, baby. I’m sure.” He smiles, eyes shut as he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingers briefly. “Sleep.” 

You murmur defeat, getting off the bed to brush your teeth and change into a large shirt to sleep in. When you come back to bed, Namjoon is fast asleep on his back, his arm splayed out waiting for you. You pout, crawling into bed and curling up against his side. The moment your head rests on his shoulder, his arm moves on instinct to wrap around your back, thumb moving back and forth against your shoulder. 

It’s not until you’re at the edge of falling asleep that you realize this is the first time Namjoon let you be with Seokjin without claiming you after or being the one to make you come last.

Athens is beautiful. You spent the first three days simply wandering around the ancient city, going from ruin to ruin and museum to museum.

This is how you met Namjoon. You were part of the opening of a new museum in Seoul and Yoongi dragged Namjoon as his plus one. You both immediately hit it off and have been in love ever since. 

Yoongi demanded to be one to marry you both, getting ordained on your one year anniversary just in case. 

Museums and art galleries quickly became your thing with Namjoon. While it was a part of your job to constantly be in museums and galleries, it’s your dream job for a reason. And what could be better than finding someone who loves your job as much as you do? 

Seokjin, however, never showed any particular interest in museums or art in general. Sure, he’d go and take pictures either of or in front of the art, post it to socials, and come up with some horrible dad joke. But he couldn’t stand the idea of spending hours walking around looking at things from years and years ago. 

But you have to give him brownie points, he persevered the few days in Athens, knowing there would be wine and delicious food at the end of it all. And potentially a blow job from you. 

Namjoon still refused you both from actual sex, making you and Seokjin pout or whine. Seokjin almost begged one night, much to Namjoon’s delight, but he still said no. 

After Athens, the three of you packed your bags and boarded a boat to head to the next stop in Greece. Seokjin was beyond excited, Namjoon had a smug smile the entire way over, and you were completely clueless. 

That is, until you stepped off the boat onto a wooden deck and it clicked immediately. 

“Is this…?”

“Where they filmed Mamma Mia? Yes. Yes it is.” Namjoon replies, helping Seokjin off the boat after you. 

“Ahhh, it’s even prettier in person!” Seokjin's voice squeaks, running to stand next to you, hand grabbing yours. 

You grin, trying to avoid screaming like you want to. Mamma Mia has and always will be one of your favorite films. It’s your comfort movie and you and Seokjin would watch it consistently when either of you had a shitty day. You’d always end up standing on the couch or coffee table dramatically singing along with the ABBA songs or quoting the movie and acting them out while it played in the background. 

Still holding Seokjin’s hand, you turn to your boyfriend, who’s making sure all the luggage is accounted for. 

“Oh, right. Sorry, Joonie.” You drag Seokjin back to Namjoon, both of you grabbing as much luggage as you can and following the other tourists off the dock. 

Again, Seokjin arranged for a private villa. This one, however is smaller, only has one bed as well as a couch, and no air conditioning. 

The first two days aren't a problem. The weather is cool, the clouds covering the sun a majority of the day, and an amazing ocean breeze to make you shiver every now and again. The three of you travel around the island, you and Seokjin giggling every time you find a spot from the movie and having Namjoon take a photo of the both of you mid-reenactment. 

During the third and last day on Skopelos, however, there was a heat wave. And it is miserable to put it nicely. 

So miserable, none of you want to move. Seokjin is groaning that Greece isn't going anywhere. And you are complaining that days like this are why Google Street View exists. Namjoon is huffy at you both, deciding to go for a run while you two lie around, complaining about the heat. 

It is on his run, however, when a perfect idea pops into his head as he sees some locals with frozen treats. 

When he comes in, he finds you lying on the tile floor, your flowy summer dress draped around your body and the floor, and Seokjin on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge and the other off the back of the couch. You both look ridiculous as Namjoon heads to the kitchen. 

“Jooooooonie, can you make the fan do more?”

It’s a silly question to ask, you know the answer. But you have hope. 

“Nope, baby. Sorry.” He answers, head in the freezer. “I have a better idea, though. Hyung, come here.” 

He groans, throwing himself off the couch dramatically and playfully stomping his way to Namjoon in the kitchen. He’s about to speak when the two exchange glances. Seokjin glances down at the bowl in his hand and grins, nodding quickly as if to agree to Namjoon’s silent question. 

“Princess.”

“Baby.”

They speak at the same time, causing you to tilt your head backwards, looking at the upside down men quizzically. 

“Hmm?”

How’s the tile down there?” Your boyfriend asks, hands behind his back. 

“It’s cooler than the bed.” You answer slowly as Seokjin sits behind you, Namjoon moving to sit in front of you.

“Wanna play a game?”

“You wouldn’t let me bring my switch, so we can’t unless there’s one here…”

“No. Princess. A game.” 

It takes a second to process, but when it finally clicks, Namjoon’s already starting to spread your legs, the dress’s fabric falling to your hips. 

“Joonie, it’s too hot…”

“Right. It is way too hot. Which is why I want to play a game.”

You question what he means, allowing Seokjin to lift your head and shoulders enough to tuck himself underneath you, letting your upper torso and your head to rest against chest

“I just wanna help you cool down, baby.” He smirks, bringing the bowl into view for you to see what he means. It’s a small but deep bowl full of ice cubes and pieces alike. 

Fuck. 

You’re not sure if you say it in your mind or out loud. Possibly out loud since both men grin wide, snickering as Namjoon spreads your legs further. You relax into Seokjin’s chest, his hands finding the bottom of your dress and shimmying it up your torso. You lift your ass off the ground ever so slightly so he can pull the dress further up until he fully removes it, tossing it to the side. 

“Gonna be a good girl for us, princess?” Seokjin smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

“What are the rules?” You ask softly, your hands finding Seokjin’s forearms resting on your shoulders. 

“The rules, baby, are simple.” Namjoon grins, picking up one of the ice cubes, holding it in his fist to help it melt down a bit. 

“Move, and we stop. Come before we say so, and we stop.”

“I don’t like those rules.” You pout, Namjoon rolls his eyes, ignoring you while Seokjin snickers. 

“There’s our princess being a brat.”

“Those are the rules, baby. Follow them and you get rewarded.”

“What’s the reward?”

Namjoon looks up to Seokjin, eyebrows raised at Seokjin’s questioning gaze. 

“It’s a surprise.” He finally answers, putting the ice cube back in the bowl and trailing his frozen cold hand up your body. You shiver, fighting the urge to pull away from the freezing hand. 

“I like to know what I’m winning.” You grumble through chattering teeth, your boyfriend's hand softly gliding up your waist to behind your back. 

“I know you do, baby. And I promise you, you’ll feel so fulfilled after.” He whispers, undoing the clasp on your bra. 

“Joon.” You whine, fingers digging into Seokjin’s arms after your bra gets removed. 

“Ready, baby?” 

You nod, hating his teasing tone. 

He grabs the ice cube again, it already melting in his palm as he hovers his hand above your chest. All three of you wait as the little drop of freezing water develops under his grip, slowly getting ready to drip down. 

You feel yourself breathing harder, chest rising faster as you watch the droplet. When it finally drops, it feels like a spike of ice landing

But before the drop can land on your skin, Namjoon’s pulling it away again.

“New rule. Close your eyes, baby.”

You whine again, body wiggling in anticipation. 

“Eyes, princess. Let us make you feel good.” Seokjin whispers against your temple. You nod, shutting your eyes tight and leaning further back into Seokjin’s embrace. 

Not even seconds later, you feel a drop of water drip on your chest between your breasts.

“Fuck!” You yelp, body lifting off the ground from the initial shock. 

“Already breaking the rules, baby. Stay still or we stop.” Namjoon’s deep voice teases as another few drops land across your chest. 

“Okay. Okay okay okay.” You nod, keeping your eyes shut as you grip onto Seokjin’s arms even more to stay still.

You have no idea where the ice is going to be next, your body tensing in preparation for another jolt of cold against your skin. It’s almost torture how long between drops Namjoon lets it be before you feel a full cube against the bottom curve of your breast. 

You let out a high pitched whine, forcing yourself to stay still as he glides the ice all around your breasts, to across your clavicle, down the sides of your waist and across your middle section. Your breathing returns to rapid breaths, shivering with goosebumps as well as just pure arousal. 

You can’t tell what’s turning you on more; the frozen water being softly dragged across your sensitive skin, or the melted water that remains in its path, dripping down your sides and making its way to your back. 

Opposite of the freezing ice, however, is how hot Seokjin’s skin feels behind you. It almost feels like the ice dripping behind you is evaporating the moment it makes contact with his skin. 

It’s too hot. 

But you want more. 

Need more. 

The last piece of ice melts directly over your belly button, your breath stuttering when Namjoon’s hand goes flat across your stomach, gliding up to between your breasts and around your throat. 

“Good girl. Ready for more?” 

You whimper out a yes, your legs subconsciously spreading further for him, like your body begging where to go next. 

“Remember. No movements, princess.” Seokjin teases, having noticed your legs. 

You huff out in complaint, but it quickly turns into a shaking gasp when there’s an ice cube tracing up your inner thigh. Namjoon skips over where you want it most, dragging the cube to your other thigh and back up to your lower stomach, dancing the cube along the waistline of your underwear. 

“Joonie, please.”

“Please what?” 

“I hate the teasing.” You pout petulantly, head twisting to the side to bury your face in Seokjin’s arm. You’re desperately trying to ignore the hardening bulge pressing up against your back.

“Mmmm, I’d say otherwise, baby. You’re soaking through.  I mean, hyung just look at how soak—”

A string of curse words leave your lips, unable to hear anything the men are teasing about, when Namjoon presses a cube directly over the wet patch of your underwear, fitting perfectly against your folds and your clit. 

“Ya! No biting!” Seokjin’s voice yells, prying your mouth away from his bicep. 

Namjoon pulls the ice away, giving your clothed center a light smack. Your hips jerk from the sensation, fighting back the urge to open your eyes. 

“‘M sorry, Jin.” You whimper, kissing where you think you bit. 

“I don’t know if I should forgive you, princess. That was a very bad thing to do.”

“No no, I’ll be good. Please.”

There’s silence. With the inability to see them, you can’t tell if they’re silently discussing whether to punish or reward you. 

“I feel like she’s been through enough, Joonie. Maybe we should just stop here.”

“She can take more.”

“I can. I can do it. Please.” 

“What’s the word, baby?”

“Wendigo.” You let out a breathless laugh, the two men snickering at the memory. 

Namjoon taps your hip, telling you to lift so he can remove your underwear, tossing it aside with your dress. You feel movement down between your legs before you feel a sudden warm breath, making your toes curl. 

“Remember, princess. No movement.” 

You nod vigorously, clutching onto Seokjin again when Namjoon’s warm tongue licks a full stroke up your folds, the tip teasingly dancing against your clit. 

He’s vicious with the way he teases you, breathing against your soaked center with his hot breath before bringing the melting cube to your clit when he can feel you’re close. Your constant moans and cries only encourage him further as he pops the cube into his mouth, settling it below his tongue, and dancing it at your entrance. The switch between warm tongue and ice cube is infuriating to say the least.

“You’re being such a good girl, princess. I think Joonie might reward you soon.” Seokjin’s deep voice against your ear sends a different kind of shiver down your spine. 

Namjoon’s mouth pulls away from your throbbing center, giving your inner thigh a light kiss. You take a deep breath, eyes still shut, as you wait for whatever pleasurable torture was next. 

But nothing happens. 

Nothing happens for what feels like eternity but, in reality, it’s only a minute or two before you feel your boyfriend’s body move away from you. The sounds of shuffling as well as Seokjin letting you go slack against his body.

“Do you trust me, baby?” Namjoon’s voice comes from where you think the kitchen is located. You nod, muttering out of course while leaning further into Seokjin’s chest. 

“Let’s move her to the couch, hyung. Baby, keep your eyes shut.” Seokjin does as he’s told, lifting you up carefully and bringing you to stand in front of the couch. It sounds like more ice is being put into the ceramic bowl. Your body shakes at the thought.

“Sit, hyung.” When you hear movement to the left of you, you can only assume Seokjin’s following orders. 

“Jagi…” Namjoon’s voice is suddenly right in front of you, a big cold hand softly caressing your waist. The temperature makes you jump, but you settle into it immediately.

“I think hyung was right, you deserve a reward. I’m gonna sit you down on hyung’s cock, and you’re gonna be good and take it all, right?”

You nod again, pouting slightly when he reminds you to keep your eyes closed as he leads you back. Your hands reach behind you, finding Seokjin’s immediately as he and Namjoon help you onto the couch. They sit you down on Seokjin’s lap, your legs spread and hooked on either side of his thighs. Seokjin lets go of one of your hands to wrap around his cock, giving himself a few pumps before his tip meets your entrance. 

“Ready, princess?” 

“Please.” You beg, head falling back when he presses the tip past your folds, slowly easing himself inside of you. 

“Good job, baby. Keep taking his cock, take every inch.” Namjoon’s praises sound like they’re coming from below you, but you’re not sure, unable to focus as you try to relax around Seokjin’s massive length. 

Once you give the okay to Seokjin, he sinks down on the couch a bit more, bringing you back to plant your feet on the cushion so his hips are free to move at the pace he knows drives you crazy. 

You cry out, it’s been months since you’ve had him inside you and it feels so fucking good, you could write poems and songs about how good his cock feels filling and stretching you out with every thrust. 

“Fuck, please. Please let me come. Feels too good. Plea— oh, fuck.” Your body jolts at the sudden feeling of ice against the junction where your pelvis meets your thigh. Seokjin’s hands quickly steady you, massive hands holding your waist still while he continues to fuck you. 

The moans you make are pornographic as the ice cube slides around your skin, gliding and dancing around your pulsing clit that when he finally brings it there, you let out a sharp gasp. You bite your bottom lip, trying to fight the curses you want to scream at the top of your lungs. 

Namjoon quickly removes the cube from against your sensitive bundle of nerves, questioning Seokjin for permission to something you can’t hear because you’re too focused on Seokjin’s cock hitting exactly where it needs to. 

When you hear Seokjin whine, saying yes, he slows down his thrusts, hands bringing your waist down to sit on his lap with his cock fully inside of your clenching walls. 

You resist asking them what they’re doing, knowing it’s pointless. You lean your head against Seokjin’s shoulder, facing his neck as your lips find skin. 

You’re about to press soft kisses against the skin when a sharp bolt of ice courses through your body. 

Your eyes snap open, looking down at where you and Seokjin are connected and you nearly come just from the sight of Namjoon’s tongue shoving a small mostly melted ice cube past your entrance and against the bulging vein around Seokjin’s cock. 

Your boyfriend’s tongue is on your best friend’s dick. 

Okay, maybe it’s not on his dick, but it’s close enough to just graze over that counts. 

The fingers holding onto your waist dig deep into your skin as Seokjin groans at the feeling of the ice cube being kept inside of you by his dick. 

You whine, head leaning back again and shutting your eyes once more as you feel the cube, melting fast, make its way inside of you, being eased deeper by the head of Seokjin’s cock. 

“How’s it feel, baby?” Your boyfriend’s voice rumbles against your skin as he sits up on his knees, large hands on your thighs, watching the way you take Seokjin’s cock. 

“So fucking good.” You whimper. 

“Fucking heaven.” Seokjin whines behind you, hips beginning to lose their rhythm, teeth grazing your neck. “I won’t last long, fuck it’s so impossible to last long with you, y/n.”

You let out a soft laugh, a moan mixing through it, as you reach behind you, tugging Seokjin’s hair to pull his face back to yours, trapping him in a kiss. 

“Come for me, Jin. Fill me up. Please.” You repeat your request against his lips until you’re wincing from his teeth catching your bottom lip and one last thrust. The sensation of his cum filling you up makes you both moan. 

Namjoon’s hands help you lift yourself just enough that Seokjin’s cock slips out, but he quickly stands, leaning over you both on the couch, and slides himself past your entrance, stuffing his hyung’s cum back inside. 

“Joon!” You cry out, hands flying away from Seokjin and grasping Namjoon’s forearms. 

“Take his cock, princess. Gotta keep all my cum in there.” Seokjin’s strained voice comes from behind you. One hand barely helps to hold you up as the other sneaks away and you hear that damn ceramic bowl with ice being moved around. 

“Don’t you dare.” You mumble, immediately feeling Seokjin laugh under you.

“I thought you could take it, y/n?” Seokjin teases, grasping an ice cube and tracing it along your waist. You gasp, trying to move your body away from the sensation, but Namjoon tugs you back on top of the older man as he starts thrusting. 

Seokjin’s fingers trail the cube up your waist, alongside your ribs, just below your breasts, before finally bringing it to one of your nipples. Your back attempts to arch, but Seokjin’s other hand forces you back down from your stomach until you’re fully lying on him, no longer hovering.

It’s a chaotic mix of teasing, pleasure, and pain as Namjoon’s thumb starts circling your clit as he pounds into you at the same time as Seokjin’s ice trails along your skin. You barely give a warning before you’re crying out over your orgasm, body shaking and trying to grab onto anything you can. 

It’s only seconds later you feel Namjoon’s cock twitch inside of you, making you feel more full than before.

You wake up to the sounds of Seokjin snoring behind you. Eyes opening wide in panic when he lets out a rather loud one that almost sounds like he’s choking. You try to turn over to check on him, but you’re being held down by one of his arms. 

When your eyes open, you’re met with Namjoon’s closed ones, silently sleeping. He’s hugging his pillow tight, somehow unaware of the loud snores behind you. 

Or so you think. 

You try moving again, freezing instantly when Namjoon’s eyes open, a soft smile forming. 

“Hey, beautiful.” He whispers softly, his voice gravelly from the slumber. 

“Hi?”

“How you feeling?” His question confuses you. 

You feel fine. But you last remember Namjoon coming inside of you and that’s it. 

“Good? I don’t…remember what happened.” You try shuffling close to your boyfriend, but Seokjin’s hold on you is tight. Namjoon lets out a soft giggle, scooting closer to you instead. 

“You kinda passed out…?” His eyebrows raise a little, smile starting to form into a small laugh, “not like anything bad. But, after I came, you were a little loopy? It was amusing. We took care of you though. Cleaned you up and everything.”

“Hmm. I genuinely don’t remember, but thank you, baby.” 

“Where’s my thank you.” The voice behind you grumbles against your skin. You and Namjoon laugh as you twist your face into the pillow, muffling yourself. 

“Thank you, Jinnie” your voice drowns in the pillow. 

“Namjoon should thank me too. I was super helpful.”

You laugh into the pillow. 

“I take thank yous in kisses, please and thank you.” He snickers. You shake your head, twisting your body to face him now. 

“Shut up, hyung.” Namjoon sighs, his hand rubbing up against your waist.

Seokjin’s so pretty when he wakes up. His face is a little extra puffy, but it’s so cute. You love it. 

“I’ll get my kiss from him one day.” He pouts. 

“One day. I believe in it.” You grin, leaning in to give him an obnoxious kiss, pulling away with a loud mwah sound. 

The three of you laze around the rest of the day, only going out to get dinner before returning to sleep. 

The next day, the three of you make the trip to the final destination: Mykonos. 

It’s an island you had discussed early on in the relationship. Your typical Greece imagery of gorgeous waters, all white buildings and blue trim, beautiful beaches all around. Everything about it was perfect in the images you looked at. But it’s nothing compared to seeing it in person. 

You guys have the last four days here to just relax and enjoy the beaches. 

The day before Namjoon’s birthday, the three of you all separate to do different things. You stay inside, having some work stuff come up that you can't avoid. Seokjin decides to lounge on the deck of the villa you are staying in. It has stairs leading down straight onto the beach. There is a running path just off to the side and Namjoon decides to go see how much of the island he can cover (not much, but he does try).

When you finally finish up with work (you’re going to fight with Taehyung when you get back for directing the issue he could’ve easily fixed to you, knowing full well you are on vacation), you change into a bathing suit, throwing an oversized shirt (whether it’s Namjoon’s or Seokjin’s, you’ll never know) on over it and walk out onto the deck. 

You’ll never get over Seokjin without a shirt. 

He’s leaning over the balcony, in only shorts as his broad shoulders are on full display. The dimples in his back as well as the way his shoulder blades move when he shifts in place is enough to send shivers down your spine. 

You lean against the railing while standing next to him, staying quiet while he’s on the phone, having some sort of back and forth with who you assume is his manager. You’re quickly distracted by the beautiful blue waves rolling in to notice Seokjin repositioning to stand behind you, resting his chin on your head while he continues his phone call. 

“Yeah. I should be back in a few days and then I was hoping to stay in Seoul a few days before New York…but I guess that’s not happening?” 

You pout when he sighs, saying he understands and hanging up. The phone is tucked away in his back pocket while his arms snake around your waist. 

“Already have to go back to work?” 

He nods, moving down to rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“Unfortunately. They actually wanted me to come back tonight but I told him to fuck off.”

“No you didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t. But I did politely say no and made a compromise to come back asap.” 

“You’re too nice to them.” You pout, watching a couple playing in the ocean waves, “They overwork you. I miss you. Namjoon misses you.”

“I miss you too, princess. I miss you and Joon every time I’m away.” 

“Wanna stay here forever.” It’s a soft mumble, but you know he hears it when he hums in agreement, turning his head to kiss your cheek. You turn your face to him, letting your lips meet in a slow, deep, kiss. 

Again, there’s nothing quite like kissing Seokjin. Namjoon is the love of your life and always will be, but there’s just something about Seokjin’s lips that you crave constantly. Something about the way he holds you both delicately and possessively. Or the way he looks at you after a kiss, like he’s just as lost in it as you are. Like he’s trying to figure out the answer to the question you’ve been asking since that weekend in the Swiss mountains. 

He uses his tongue to tease your lips apart, making you gasp through a moan as he turns you around to face him, hands gripping your waist. 

“Jinnie” you whine, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His lips trail down your jaw to that special spot between your neck and shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. We shouldn’t unless Namjoon’s around. But,” he leaves a small love bite on your shoulder, “you just have this effect on me. I can’t help it.”

You nod, moaning when you tug on his hair, making him suck harder on your skin. You’re going to be covered in bruises and hickies when you get home. You don’t care. 

“What’d I miss?” Namjoon’s voice breaks you two apart, but only barely. Seokjin’s lips place soft kisses on your cheek and forehead while you look at the man you love. 

“Jin told his manager to fuck off and wait until his vacation is over.”

“No he didn’t.”

“See?” You look at Seokjin, a playful smile and raised eyebrow, “you’re too nice.”

“I have to be. Or it ruins my reputation and makes me look like I’m difficult to work with.”

“But you are difficult to work with.”

“I take it back. I don’t miss you. I only miss Namjoon.” He jokingly shoves you away, stepping to move behind Namjoon, getting on his tiptoes to put his chin on the younger’s shoulder. “You’re too tall.” He grumbles, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s middle. 

Namjoon smirks, hands holding onto Seokjin’s forearms to keep him there. 

“Well, I still think you’re too nice. You guys have fun. I’m going to get in the water.” You laugh, heading down the steps to the beach. You hear snickers, turning back briefly to see Namjoon turning in Seokjin’s arms to face him. 

You look back towards the beach, allowing them privacy even though that word barely exists with you three. 

The water is perfect. It’s not cold like the Pacific Ocean, not weirdly warm like the Atlantic. It’s a perfect balance. 

You let your feet sink into the sand, the gentle waves slowly bringing you closer to the ocean as the sand keeps you still. 

You love it here. 

You love your job, love your life, love your friends, family, and your boyfriend. 

But here? With not only your boyfriend but the man you crushed on for years that you now have the privilege to be with along with your boyfriend? For two whole weeks? 

That’s heaven.

It’s felt right these two weeks with them. Any time it’s been just you and Namjoon, it’s been perfect as usual, but it always feels like something is missing. 

Or rather someone.

You’re not sure how long you’re out here, staring at the horizon. The sand is halfway up your calves and the waves are hitting your upper thighs by the time two large arms wrap around your middle, body draping over your back as lips find refuge on your neck. 

You smile, sighing as you relax in his hold, tilting your head to the opposite side so he has better access. 

“Where’s my Jagi right now?” Namjoon’s voice barely breaks above the waves, only enough because it’s right by your ear. 

“Thinking.” 

“About?” His nose nudges under your ear. 

“Us.” You pause when you feel him tense, “us and Jin.”

“What about us and Jin?” His body relaxes, but barely. You use his hold on you as support as you pull your feet from the sand, both of you stepping a little further from the ocean when you turn to face him. 

“What is this to you, Joon?” Your arms snake around his neck, fingers dancing through his hair there. “Or rather, what is Jin? I know last year he was my present or whatever, but…that was nine months ago. And after all the texts with photos and videos and the times we’ve been with him…I don’t know. I need some sort of understanding before this gets too much.”

Namjoon’s eyes stay steady on you the entire time, the hands sitting on your waist, holding you gently, yet firm enough to keep you still. His thumbs rubbing circles through the shirt. 

“Too much, how?” Is all he asks. 

“I…I don’t know. Too much like he’s part of this? Too much like my crush from before you comes back and causes issues?”

“How would that cause issues, Jagi?”

“I don’t want to choose…”

“Baby,” Namjoon smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead, “there is nothing to choose. I’m yours forever and if you want him, too…as long as he wants you back…I’m pretty sure I’ve done nothing but show you I’m very okay with sharing you.”

“That’s nice and all and I love you for that,” you pull away from him just slightly, forcing him to look at you again, “but what about you? What is this to you? It can’t just be me with two boyfriends. I mean, it can. But…what about you and Jin?”

And that’s where his confidence falters, for just a moment, you see it in his eyes and the way his lips twitch. 

He comes up with nothing when his mouth opens to speak, face contorting almost into confusion. 

“Joon? You okay?”

“Yeah…I just…” you let him pause, finding the right words as his eyes flit behind you to the crashing waves. It’s hard to bite back the smile when you try to soothe whatever worries he seems to have by massaging his nape. His eyes close momentarily before opening again, landing on your own. 

“I don’t know yet. But…I think there’s something…between him and I, I mean.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods slowly, eyes back on the ocean, “I just don’t know what exactly it is. If it’s just because of you or if it’s something else entirely? It’s confusing.”

“It’s okay, Joon. You don’t need to figure anything out right this second, but we should all sit down and figure this out at some point…maybe not tomorrow, though.”

“Why not tomorrow?” His head tilts to the side, looking back at you. 

“Your birthday? The whole reason we went on this trip?”

It takes two seconds of silence before he starts fully laughing, having to back away from you to bend over.

“I’ll be one hundred percent honest, I totally forgot.”

…

“You can’t be serious.”

“I was just treating it like a vacation with my best friend and my girlfriend.”

“Oh my god, Kim Namjoon. You’re an actual goober!” You playfully smack his shoulder, laughing with him. He takes the perfect opportunity to launch himself at you, bending slightly to pick you up by your thighs. You both laugh as your legs wrap around his waist, arms around his shoulders again. 

It’s a playful series of events, he threatens to lean forward, dumping you into the waves, you returning the threat with your own of no skin contact for a month, and just all around cuteness between you both that you’d be lying if you said wasn’t one of your favorite things about him. He’s so serious at work, so serious in most social situations. Except for with you, where he can be himself; laughing, dancing badly, making really terrible dad jokes, and just being your Namjoon. 

That night, the three of you are all dressed up for dinner reservations Seokjin made at the five star restaurant at the resort you’re staying at. 

Both men go for formal casual; slacks, a tucked in button up shirt, leaving the first three buttons undone for an added we’re on vacation and gorgeous models look that Seokjin will not shut up about. 

You dress up in a little black mini dress. It isn't too short to be informal, but just short enough that Namjoon’s hands stay on your thigh during dinner and Seokjin playfully grabs at your ass when you are waiting to be seated. 

Seokjin has the staff come sing happy birthday to Namjoon, the man’s face turning the deepest shades of embarrassment until the staff leave. 

Two bottles of expensive wine and a delicious meal later, the three of you are walking lazily down the pathway back to the villa. Seokjin directly behind you, his hands wandering your body as he kept you against his chest.

Mumbles of your nickname are pressed against your neck as he kisses and licks the skin there, not caring about where you are walking. 

With your head tilted to give him more access, your hazy eyes find your boyfriend a few feet away, holding onto the jacket you thought you might need, as well as your purse and heels you ditched at one point. He’s smiling his I’m tipsy grin, dimples peeking through as he watches his best friend cling to you. 

When you step past the front door of the villa, your body is quickly turned, back pressed up against the wall as Seokjin lifts your legs around his waist to bruise your neck some more. 

Your moans are cut off by your boyfriend’s words. 

“Hyung.” Seokjin quickly removes his lips from your skin. Head turning to look at his friend. “Bed.” Is all he says, tossing your stuff on the couch on the way to the bedroom. Seokjin smirks, tightening his hold on you as he pulls off the wall and heading to the bedroom with you in his arms. 

Namjoon is already standing by the foot of the bed, shirt pulled out of the waistband of the slacks that are unbuttoned, but still sitting on his hips. There’s a very prominent bulge peeking through the pants and it’s amazing how nervous it still makes you after all these years. 

There’s a silent exchange between the two men as Seokjin lays you down on the bed, letting you scoot back towards the headboard as he crawls over you. His mouth is on your neck again, wet lips marking anywhere he can. 

A free hand feels its way down your body, long fingers heading straight to your clothed center. He pushes a finger against your entrance, the fabric gathering up the arousal. 

You both let out a curse, your hips rolling up to meet his hand, trying so hard to get his finger to fully enter you. But it doesn’t, he teases you repeatedly, gathering more slick against your underwear until your boyfriend’s voice off to the side tells him to stop.

It’s almost like deja vu the way Seokjin pulls your underwear off, and hands it directly to Namjoon, who’s sitting in a chair next to the bed, cock already in his hand.

Your eyes stay on the way the underwear slides against his erection, the amount of arousal on the fabric mixing with his own. 

But his eyes? His eyes are on Seokjin. The way his fingers dig into your flesh as they roam your body. 

No. Not again. 

“Jin, off.” You whisper it, having to repeat it a little louder when he ignores you in favor of kissing your jaw. 

“You okay?” His whisper is panicked, hands leaving your skin to hold himself above you by placing them on either side of you on the bed. 

“Yeah,” you nod quickly, “just…the birthday boy.” Your eyes find Seokjin’s and you don’t know when it happened, but somehow you two developed a similar mind. He nods, kissing your nose and rolling off you to sit at the head of the bed, lightly palming himself. 

You grin, crawling off the bed, making sure Seokjin has a perfect view of your soaked center sans underwear. 

“Joonie, join us.” You stand in front of him at his chair, light fingers taking the underwear away from his cock. 

“I’m okay here, baby. Get back to hyung.”

You shake your head, and he doesn’t hesitate to help you when you straddle his lap, his cock teasing your clit as you settle down. 

“Come.”

“That’s my line.” 

You roll your eyes at his beautiful dimples, leaning down to kiss each one. 

“It’s your birthday, Joonie. Let us take care of you.” 

“It’s not my birthday yet.”

“As of seven minutes ago, it is officially your birthday, Kim Namjoon.” Seokjin’s voice comes from the bed, phone in hand with a shit eating grin on his face. You grin as well, looking back at your boyfriend. 

“See? It’s your day, baby.” You coo, brushing his hair back. “What would you like for your birthday?” 

“What are you doing?” He questions, eyes trying to decipher your smile. 

“I just want my Joonie to be happy and properly taken care of.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Now, be good and get on the bed.”

“Oh, you’re telling me what to do now?”

You hum, nodding as you stand up between his legs, holding your hands out for him, palms up. He gives you a look before looking over at Seokjin and smiles nervously, taking your hands and standing with you. 

You back up to the bed, pulling him with you with a smile. You only let go to tug the slacks and briefs off the rest of the way.  

“Sit next to Jin.” You quietly command, letting him move past you to get on the bed, sitting next to Seokjin, who at some point pulled all his clothes off except his underwear. 

Still in your dress, you crawl back onto the bed, a smirk forming when it appears Namjoon knows exactly what you’re doing and spreads his legs just slightly. Just enough to let you get comfortable on your stomach and your arms resting on his thighs. 

“Happy birthday, Joonie.” You grin, taking his cock in your hand and giving it a single pump, standing it up in front of you. Your lips sneak small kisses up and down his length, longer ones on his tip, before slowly easing his entire length down your throat. Holding him there in your mouth, a free hand cradles his balls in your palm, giving them a gentle massage that makes him groan, hands clutching your hair. 

“God, she’s too good at that.” Seokjin murmurs, your lips wrapped around Namjoon’s tip, tongue teasing at the slit that’s already oozing with precum. 

“I bet you’d do just— ah, fuck,” Namjoon’s head falls back, hitting the headboard as you take him down in one go without warning. “You’d do just fine, hyung.”

“Oh, I know I would. I’d do more than fine.” Seokjin’s quick to quip and you can’t help but smile internally, lifting your mouth off and away from your boyfriend’s cock. 

“Prove it.”

Both men stare at you, one turning a deep shade, the other almost laughing if not for the shock of the call out. 

“That’s not…” Seokjin stutters, still trying not to smile. 

“Not what? Joonie loves his cock sucked. You have amazing lips and your mouth is big enough, I’m sure you could take him all.”

“Baby.” Namjoon warns but you ignore the tone, looking at him with pleading eyes. 

“Jin needs to prove himself, Joon. Is it okay if he helps me with your cock?”

Namjoon’s eyes stay locked on yours. You can’t tell if he’s angry or nervous, but it’s enough to make you feel like submitting to whatever he wants, but also rebel against everything and anything he says. 

Not to mention, the shooting jolt of arousal you get from just that gaze is enough. 

It’s Seokjin’s voice that breaks through the staring contest. 

“I’ll be good, Joon. I promise.”

Namjoon’s eyes tear away from yours to Seokjin’s so fast, you think his neck would’ve snapped. 

You keep watching your boyfriend for any sort of negative reaction. 

But his eyes dance from eye to eye to lips, back to his eyes and next thing you know, Namjoon is nodding, sliding further down the bed to give you both access. 

You share a look with Seokjin, both ending in a grin as you take place on the bed between Namjoon’s legs. Your boyfriend is muttering something quietly to himself, his arm thrown over his face. 

You give Seokjin’s cheek a kiss, a hand pressing soothing circles into Namjoon’s thigh. Seokjin reaches out for Namjoon’s cock, almost mimicking your actions from moments ago. You watch in awe as his lips prove to be perfect for this activity, his mouth wide enough to take Namjoon down without a problem. 

“Fuck, so fucking good.” Namjoon mutters, biting his forearm. You can’t fight the smirk when you and Seokjin dive in at the same time, licking and kissing along his shaft and tip, both taking turns with his balls. 

Namjoon is going insane, fighting the urges to either force both of you closer to his cock until he’s coming across both of your faces, or to fill Seokjin’s mouth with himself until Seokjin’s crying and coming down his throat. He so desperately wants to regain control, but if this is what happens when he doesn’t have control?

Fuck that. No better time to give it all up than right now. 

“Fuck, okay you have to stop or I’m going to explode.”

You look away from Seokjin’s swollen lips around Namjoon’s tip to look back at your boyfriend, who has his eyes on the ceiling, afraid to look down at the two of you for it might make him come. 

“That’s not how you ask.” 

“Baby.” There’s that warning tone again. 

“Joonie.” You mock the tone, Seokjin pulls off, giving his tip one last lick. 

“Tell him, princess.”

You grin, wrapping your hand around Namjoon’s shaft, pumping hellishly slow. 

“Come on, Joonie. Be good for us. Ask correctly.”

It takes a few more pumps, Seokjin next to you, kissing your shoulder, before Namjoon lets out a deep whine, voice cracking when he finally speaks. 

“Please stop. I need you to stop before I come. Please, baby.”

“I like that word coming from those lips,” Seokjin giggles, “no offense, princess. It’s just hotter.”

“None taken. I agree a hundred percent.” 

“You two are the worst.” Namjoon’s muffled words send you both into a giggle fit, giving one another a small high five. 

“It’s what we strive to be, Joon.” Seokjin nods in agreement, arms wrapping around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Now, since you clearly need a minute, how about I take care of the princess for a moment?” Seokjin’s lips trail up your neck to your jaw and finally seal your lips with his. He tastes like Namjoon, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you want to come right then and there.

Namjoon nods, muttering approval before you’re yoinked away from your boyfriend, giggling when you’re pulled on top of Seokjin. It’s a fumble getting his briefs off as well as your dress, but you manage to do it, out of breath from laughing too much at the end. 

You sit up, your mind in a blissful happiness you can’t describe at the sight of both men on the bed. 

“I’m too lucky.” You whisper, using one hand to steady yourself over Seokjin’s hips, the other wrapping around his cock, giving it a few pumps to coat it with his own precum. His hands find your hips, holding tightly as you align him with your center, sinking down until he’s fully inside. 

“Shit,” you curse, loving the stretch while you slowly lift your hips, circling them at the same time. 

“Come on, princess. Show me what you can do.” Seokjin coos, giving your ass a light spank to encourage you to move. You scoff, grabbing the hand on your ass to hold it there as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him. 

Seokjin’s cock is perfection, honestly. Or as close to it as one can get. Namjoon’s is too. But goddamn Kim Seokjin’s dick can make you see stars. 

Neither of you notice Namjoon getting on his knees to crawl to you, grabbing your face and kissing you like he’s never kissed you before. 

It’s hunger, lust, love, vulnerability, and just everything kissing should be with the one you love. 

You melt into him, your pace slowing again on Seokjin’s hips, your hands reaching to hold your boyfriend’s face. 

It’s not enough. 

“Joonie,” you breathe against his lips, your hips stilling, “I need you.”

“Wait until hyung’s done, baby.”

You shake your head almost too fast, pushing him back a bit. You gesture to Seokjin to fully lay down, laying across his torso, lifting your ass up as if you’re presenting yourself to him. 

“Both, Joonie. Want you both.” You moan against Seokjin’s collarbone, your hips rolling against his own, keeping his cock inside you. 

There’s a breath of a curse and your princess nickname under you, his hands holding your waist as you still. 

“Jagi,” Namjoon chokes in his next breath, eyes focused on your stretched cunt swallowing Seokjin whole, “are you sure?”

“Yes. I need it, baby. Wanna feel you both.”

“You’re not nearly stretched enough.”

“I’m fine. Please.” 

“If she says she’s fine, she’s fine, Joon. Please hurry up.” Seokjin tries to joke, but his jest is cut off by a groan when you lift your hips and slam them back down for some kind of friction. “Princess, behave. I’m trying to help you.”

“Both.” You whimper desperately. “Need you both.”

“Listen to her, Joonie,” Seokjin teases, spreading his legs some, “she needs us. You gave control. Do as she says.” 

“I did not give her control.”

“Joonie.” You cry with another roll of your hips. 

“Shit, Jagi. Okay.” His voice is rushed as he gets in his knees between Seokjin’s legs. 

“He’s so whipped for you, princess.”

You giggle softly into Seokjin’s neck. The three of you have to maneuver around just a little for the right angle, but you finally feel the tip of your boyfriend’s cock along your inner thigh.

You clench at the sensation, quietly apologizing to Seokjin when he gasps. 

“Relax, princess. You have to relax if you want us both.”

“I do. I do, I do.  Want you both.” 

“Kiss me.” Those two words have your head spinning as you lift it to melt your lips to his. 

In the back of your mind, you know what he’s doing. He’s distracting you, giving you something else to focus on and relax. And goddamn does it work. You get so lost in the feeling of his lips, the way his tongue dances with yours, and matching your breathing to his, that you barely notice Namjoon pressing inside of you, cock sliding against Seokjin’s. Not until Seokjin lets out a guttural groan at the pressure. 

Then you feel it.

How full you feel. 

Both men inside you. 

How it should be. 

No choices. No turns. Just together. The three of you. 

The stretch is intense. Borderline painful. But you’re so aroused from just the fact that both the men you love so much are inside you at the same time, that the pain lessens quickly. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Namjoon’s voice echoes against your ear. 

You try to hold yourself up to lean into him, but feel your arms giving out. As if he knows what is happening, because of course he knows, an arm snakes its way around your middle, holding you up against him, allowing you to focus on the feeling of them. 

“Full.” You mutter, hand reaching behind you to run your fingers through Namjoon’s hair. “So full. ‘Sokay though, you can move.” 

His lips press against your ear, then your neck, ending on your shoulder as he gives Seokjin a look before they both nod, alternating their thrusts. Every time Namjoon pulls back, Seokjin pushes further in and vice versa. 

It feels too fucking good. But you can’t do it yet. You can’t come yet. You need the feeling to last longer. You try to prolong the feeling, rolling your hips to meet with Namjoon’s thrust, clenching around him as you do so. 

You shouldn’t have done that. 

Instead of prolonging it, it just forces your orgasm. Your sensitive clit rubs just the right way against Seokjin’s pelvis, making you cry out in complete euphoria. 

“Oh, fuck!” Namjoon’s voice cracks behind you, hips stuttering before pressing flush against you. 

You can feel his cum pooling inside of you, spreading around with your own arousal as Seokjin’s thrusts continue, encouraging Namjoon to keep coming until they both have to pull out from you and Namjoon becoming oversensitive. 

Namjoon falls back from his sitting position on his knees to on his ass, hands holding him up behind him. You roll off Seokjin, eyes shut as you breathe heavily. Your body can’t decide between closing your legs to keep Namjoon’s cum inside and keeping your legs open because of the soreness and sensitivity. 

It takes a few seconds before you hear a body shuffling on the bed and a gasp from beside you. 

“What are you doing?!” Seokjin whisper-shouts. Your eyes fly open as you turn to look at the gorgeous sight beside you. 

Seokjin is still lying down, legs spread. But he’s looking down between them where Namjoon has settled on his stomach, hand cautiously wrapped around Seokjin’s still hardened erection. 

“You haven't come yet.” Namjoon states. 

“So, what? You’re gonna jerk me?”

“No? I was gonna try…sucking.”

You and Seokjin both snicker at the same time, much to Namjoon’s annoyance. 

“Oh. I can’t decide if that was adorable or fucking hot.” Seokjin cackles, a hand holding Namjoon’s face gently. Namjoon tries swatting the hand away, losing very quickly when you’re suddenly laying on your stomach as well, but near Seokjin’s side. 

“It was both. One hundred percent, it was both.” You kiss the cheek not being cradled. “Want some help?”

It’s the way he nods so nervously that makes your heart burst. You grin, settling in closer. 

“Well, you’ve seen me do it a million times. Use the lips, avoid teeth, the balls are fun, always kiss the tip, know your limits.” You give the instruction fairly easily, trying not to giggle at his anxiousness. “You’ll be okay, Joonie. And if you don’t like it, you can stop at any time.” 

“I’d rather he didn’t, though.” 

“Jin.” You warn, glaring at the handsome idiot. 

“Don’t Jin me! You both came already! I’m dying here!”

Namjoon snorts, not hesitating or giving any warning when he leans forward to kiss Seokjin’s tip. 

“Oh— fuck.” Seokjin’s hand leaves Namjoon’s face, hitting the mattress by his thigh, and taking a deep breath when Namjoon slowly wraps his lips around the head, tongue dancing along the slit. 

You watch in awe, giving words of encouragement as Namjoon lowers his mouth further down Seokjin’s cock, trying his best to take as much as he can. His hand cradles his balls, massaging them gently, but giving a small tug every now and again. 

“You’re doing so good, Joonie.” You praise over and over, running your hand through his hair, “make him come, baby. Make him lose control the way you do to me.” 

Namjoon finally hits his gag reflex, coughing slightly around Seokjin. His eyes lift to find Seokjin’s head leaning back, hand hitting the mattress again, fingers digging into the blanket. 

“Careful.” Your eyes widen slightly, resisting the urge to pull him off. If Namjoon wants to stop, he’ll stop. 

Also the sight and sounds are way too erotic to want to stop him. 

Seokjin’s head snaps forward at the feeling of Namjoon’s free hand pulling the hand tangled in the sheets, placing the hand in his hair. 

Their eyes meet. 

Seokjin smiles, his fingers tangling in Namjoon’s hair as the younger’s head lifts to wrap around the tip, tongue teasing it. 

“Goddamn, Joonie, that’s fucking perfect.” Seokjin lets out a light laugh, almost in disbelief at what’s happening. His hand slowly presses his head down, making Namjoon take more of him until it hits the back of his throat again. 

You honestly don’t know what to do yourself. Do you touch them? Join in? Say something? Encourage them to continue? Honestly, you’d rather just sit back and enjoy the visual of your boyfriend and best friend enjoying one another.

You do, however, find yourself rolling your hips against a blanket, soaked center making it perfect for your clit to glide along as you watch. 

And of course, Namjoon knows what you’re doing, even with his best friend’s dick down his throat. The free hand that had Seokjin’s trades with the one cradling his balls, quickly pulling the blanket away from you. You whine in protest, but his hand quickly finds its way between your legs, long fingers collecting up arousal and cum to spread around your clit. 

Your hips buck up closer to his hand, whimpering when a finger finds its way past your entrance, pumping you in perfect timing with the way he bobs his head. 

You know exactly what the fuck he’s doing. 

It takes barely a few minutes of the synchronized bobbing and pumping until Seokjin is almost in tears, moaning loudly as he comes down Namjoon’s throat at the same time your hips lose any and all sense of rhythm, coming around Namjoon’s fingers as you hug Seokjin’s thigh.  

Your come down is broken through when you hear Seokjin mutter come here and both hands grab at Namjoon, pulling him up his body to kiss him. 

To actually kiss him. 

Seokjin kissing Namjoon. 

After Seokjin just came down Namjoon’s throat. 

And Namjoon is kissing him back, open mouth, tongues tangling together. 

This is the fucking dream. 

You mutter a soft curse, lazily grinning at the sight. Seokjin seems to be the only one who hears you, pulling away from Namjoon’s lips with a grin. 

“Happy birthday, Joonie.” Seokjin gives another peck on the lips. Namjoon sighs into the quick kiss, lips faintly chasing the other’s. 

“You finally got your kiss, Jin.” You tease, the three of you giggling together. You scoot back a little bit, letting Namjoon get off Seokjin, laying between you both. 

“Finally.” He laughs as you throw your leg over Namjoon’s right leg, head ducking under his arm to rest on his chest. Seokjin is quick to mimic the position on the opposite side of Namjoon, who seems too blissfully out of it to care about the teasing. 

It’s silent for a moment, but your brain won’t shut up.

And of course, Namjoon knows. 

“So should we have that talk now?” Namjoon’s words are quiet against the silence of the three of you in the afterglow moments. Both you and Seokjin make questioning noises, prompting you to look up. 

“What talk?”

“Jagi…wanna tell him?”

Your eyes widen in a small panic, but Namjoon’s fingers dance along your spine reassuringly. 

You can do this. It’s fine. It’ll be fine. 

“Uh, Jin. I don’t want this to be…like Namjoon and myself in a relationship with you as a bonus. I want the three of us to be…”

“A throuple?” Seokjin’s quick to catch on. Namjoon smiles, eyes shut. 

“If you want. Clearly, you and Joon have something. You and I have something. Obviously Joon and I have something…”

“I’d be happy to be a boyfriend to you both.”

You can feel Namjoon’s heart pounding under your cheek, your own heart doing the same. 

“Yeah? Officially?” You just know the way you’re grinning looks like a child told they’re going to Disneyland, and you don’t fucking care. This is so much better. 

“As long as this guy wants it,” his head jerks up to the man lying between you both, arms wrapped around both of you. He’s got a smug smile with his beautiful puffy lips.

“I do.” Namjoon confirms with a sigh, “dunno how I’m gonna deal with both of you when you’re being brats, but…”

“We are never brats.”

“Yeah!” Seokjin lightly hits Namjoon’s stomach, “maybe it’s just that you are a strict spoilsport. Ever think about that?”

“You’re literally being a brat right now.” Namjoon’s monotone voice cracks with just a hint of amusement. You stay silent, curling up closer to Namjoon as they continue to bicker with a smile. 

“Wow. Day one of our relationship, and you’re already being so rude. Do you even know who I am? How lucky you are?” 

You bite back the laugh, letting yourself fall asleep to the voices of your two boyfriends. 

When you wake up the next morning, it’s to the sound of screaming. But not from either of the men you fell asleep with. 

“Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry! We’ll just…we’ll be out here! Yoongi, come on!” You know that voice. Why is that voice in Greece?

Oh fuck. 

Once the bedroom door closes, you sit up quickly, your head spinning from the sudden position change as you wrap the blanket around your top half. You leap out of bed, trying to find clothes. 

“Y/N? Care to explain?” Namjoon’s voice is higher than normal, still sitting upright in the bed. 

Fuck. 

“This was the wrong way to surprise you.” You throw some shorts, a tank top, some underwear and a bra onto the bed, quickly getting rid of the blanket to change. 

“I was supposed to wake up early and let them in and we’d make breakfast and it’d be a whole big birthday thing. But then we…last night…and I just…forgot.”

“You forgot Yoongi and Jimin were going to be joining us in Greece?” 

“Don’t even start!” You button the shorts around your waist, throwing the tank top on after. “You forgot your own birthday!” 

“He forgot his birthday?” Seokjin makes his appearance from the bathroom, looking as disheveled as you do in his haste to put on clothes. He sits on the bed, toothbrush in his mouth. The only one still naked is Namjoon, who just has a blanket covering his bottom half. 

“For like a moment.” The birthday boy shrugs. You cut him off before he can continue. 

“Whatever. Jin and I will go set things up. You put some pants on and laze about or something, you birthday grump.”

“Not a birthday grump.”

“I thought you’d be happy with your friends out here with us.”

“I am, Jagi. I am and I love you for it. But they just saw both of my partners naked in bed with me and you know I don’t like others seeing what’s mine.”

You have to remind yourself that Yoongi and Jimin are just outside the door. You cannot tease your boyfriend into fucking you right now. 

“Joonie. They’re together. They don’t care about what they see. Yoongi and I are like siblings.”

“He’s still possessive.” Seokjin shrugs, returning to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste. You swap places with him, quickly brushing your teeth and trying not to look like a complete mess. 

Namjoon’s at the door when you leave the bathroom, pants on but no shirt. 

Damn him. 

You pout. But not for the reason he thinks. 

“Thank you for inviting Yoongi and Jimin out here for my birthday, baby.” His voice is softer, hands reaching for your waist. 

“I just wanted it to be a fun birthday.” 

“It’s been a great birthday so far. I’m sure it’ll get even better. Thank you.” He presses his lips to yours, lips tugging into a smile when you melt against him. When he just barely pulls away, he mumbles “I love you, Jagi.” 

“I love you, too.” You sigh against his lips. The sound of something moving on the bed pulls you away, making you laugh when Seokjin appears by you. 

“Excuse me, I paid for their flights. Where’s my thank you kiss?” 

“Shut up, hyung.” Namjoon rolls his eyes, grabbing Seokjin by the back of the neck and cutting off any sassy responses with a kiss. Seokjin melts into him just like you did, but pushes away after a second. 

“Brush your teeth, stinky. You taste like last night. Let’s go, princess.”

Seokjin’s hand grabs yours, pulling you out of the bedroom and into the living room where the two wait. 

“So…” Yoongi’s voice trails, eyes set directly on your joined hands. 

“What’s going on with you three?” Jimin completes the question for Yoongi, who’s sitting on the couch with him, legs crossed and foot tapping the air. 

“We’re uh…together.”

“Did you and Joon break up?”

“Nope.”

“We’re all together now. The three of us.” Seokjin explains further for you. 

Both boys sit there, Jimin with an amused, almost shocked expression, and Yoongi of course stone faced. It’s silent until Yoongi finally smiles. 

“You’re welcome.” Is all he says, standing up from the couch and heading to the kitchen 

“I said it wouldn’t happen. Yoongi said otherwise.” Jimin giggles, bouncing up. “Okay, let’s go make the birthday boy some food!” 

“Nope. You’re banned from kitchens, remember?” Yoongi grabs both of Jimin’s wrists before he can reach for any utensil.

“Minnie, help me decorate and let the old men cook.” You call out, ignoring the shocked gasp from your boyfriend. 

Jimin sighs, joining you, the other banned one, to help decorate. 

Namjoon joins half an hour later, trying to help you and Jimin decorate, only to be banned after he pops a confetti balloon. He tries to help in the kitchen, but Yoongi goes off on him when he tries to cut a vegetable incorrectly. 

“I thought you’re supposed to be nice and loving to people on their birthday.” He grumbles from the couch. 

Jimin has taken over the decorations, his interior design skills coming in handy to make it look perfect. You are settled on the couch next to Namjoon, curling up in his arms. 

“You’re also not supposed to help with your birthday party, silly.” You both laugh, watching the ridiculousness going on in this villa in Greece of all places. 

“Thank you again, baby.” Namjoon whispers against your temple, a kiss following after, “This has been an amazing trip.”

“Of course, Joonie. And thank you for being the man I love. Happy birthday.” You look up, smiling before your lips find his, and you feel whole. Jimin says something and Namjoon pulls away to respond. You take a second to look over at the kitchen. 

Yoongi’s ranting about how annoying grocery shopping is on the island, but Seokjin’s not paying attention. His eyes are on you and Namjoon, handsome face smiling ear to ear. 

You can’t help but smile back. 

You have the man you’ve loved for years and the man you know is your soulmate. You don’t need anything else.

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Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.

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self fulfillment needs | myg

title: self fulfillment needs

pairing: yoongi x reader (+ implied jungkook x reader)

series: basic needs !!!

genre: m, smut, roommates au

summary: two weeks after the kitchen incident where you had sex with your roommate while your other roommate watched you, things seem the same as always but also not the same at all. you try to approach the subject to only cause a fight and another sexual encounter.

warnings: dom!yoongi, sub!reader, yoongi is bi, jungkook is confused my baby :(, sexual tension, dirty talk, she actually tries to dom yoongi at first but... haha, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe), a lil edging, hair pulling, teasing, yoongi himself is a warning, choking, face slapping, praising, degradation, he calls reader a slut, begging, spanking, p*ssy slapping, yoongi has a... piercing 🥴, they talk abt jk during sex, mentions of yoongi x jungkook, yoongi is so sweet after sex i'm sad :(

wordcount: 8.8k

note: hi !!! i'm back !! first of all, this is the second part to basic needs so please read that first because you're probably not gonna understand half of this chapter. omg guys this chapter is insane i cant even look at myself in the mirror after writing all of that. i'm still not convinced if it turned out okay, it could've been a lot better, but i hope you enjoy it !!!

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it’s been two weeks since the kitchen incident. and things have been weird.

it’s kind of a tricky situation because yoongi and jungkook act just the same as always towards you, like that night never happened in the first place. you find it troubling at first but you soon realize you wouldn’t even know how to approach them about what you did in that kitchen so you just let things flow. the problem is how they act around each other.

you wouldn’t consider yourself being extremely close to them, but with over two years of living together you’ve obviously come to know their dynamic. and you know they’re friends, you’re pretty sure they have different friend groups but you know they are friends and they get along way better than you do with any of them. that’s why you quickly catch on the weird vibe there seems to be between them now.

you’re used to waking up in the morning and finding them having breakfast in the kitchen together while talking about things you don’t really understand, but these days you walk into the kitchen first thing in the morning and don’t find any of them there. and it’s not just about breakfast, it’s about the weird tension between them when you see them bumping in the corridor, the excuses they make up not to be in the living room with you at the same time and the moments you see yoongi trying to make up conversation and jungkook just hums or gives a cold answer before leaving the room.

the worst thing is that your brain tells you it must be your fault. because it must be, right? before the kitchen incident everything was just fine but now that can barely stay in the same room for more than 2 minutes together.

and you don’t mean to snap at them but you can’t stop yourself from doing it one specific morning.

“what the hell is wrong with you two?”

the initial response you get is jungkook choking on his cereal and yoongi turning away from the coffee machine to look at you with such a surprised expression you guess he didn’t expect you to say that.

“what?” jungkook is the first one to talk as he wipes at his chin with a napkin.

“no, don’t try to act dumb now,” you tell him and hear yoongi snort. “you’ve been acting weird as fuck for the past two weeks and i’m so tired of it.”

“i’m not acting weird.” yoongi mumbles as he goes back to the coffee machine.

“i’m not acting weird either-”

“yes you are.” yoongi cuts jungkook off right away.

“hyung, c’mon...”

“you can’t even look at me since that night.” yoongi says but doesn’t raise his voice, he’s not trying to fight.

“i can look at you just fine.” jungkook replies and yoongi just scoffs.

“okay, jungkook.” yoongi hums completely unbothered.

“you’re communicating like 12 year olds,” you say when you’ve had enough and they both look at you again. “if something happened that night to cause all of this you should at least talk about it instead of avoiding each other.”

“nothing happened that night.” jungkook mutters as he finishes his breakfast.

“it sure looks like something happened.” you cross your arms and lean against the door frame.

“jungkookie is too ashamed of what he did that night.” yoongi says and pours the finished coffee in his mug.

you feel a pang in your chest so you look at jungkook with a cocked eyebrow for an explanation.

he is ashamed of that night?

“no!” jungkook looks panicked. “i don’t- i... it’s not like that.” he keeps stuttering and you don’t know what to say. maybe you should’ve considered the chance of them regretting it.

“she doesn’t need any type of reassurance, jungkook,” yoongi speaks again. “we both know she’s not the one you’re having trouble with.”

“hyung.” jungkook says like he’s warning him about something you don’t really understand.

“jungkook.” yoongi replies with the same tone but he currently looks much more calm than jungkook.

“can any of you explain what is happening?” you say in confusion and jungkook just looks down at his almost empty bowl while yoongi turns around to face you with a hand gripping the counter behind him and grabbing his coffee mug with the other.

“jungkook’s never messed around with another boy and now he’s acting like he’s committed a crime.” yoongi explains and you turn to jungkook when you hear him sigh.

“i’m not gay.” he mutters, still not looking up from his cereal.

“i’m not gay either,” yoongi replies like jungkook has said the most stupid thing he’s ever heard. “do you know what being bi means?”

“i’m not bi either.” jungkook replies.

yoongi snorts. “okay.”

“hyung.”

“i just swallowed your cum, you’re acting like i fucked you in the ass.” yoongi snaps and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to hide the gasp that threatens to slip out.

“you touched me too.” jungkook mumbles.

“and now you’re gonna say that you hated it, right?” yoongi scoffs and jungkook gets quiet. “jungkook, you almost came in my hand.”

“shut the fuck up!” jungkook snaps, finally looking up at yoongi with what you think is supposed to be an angry expression but in your opinion he just looks cute. and you guess yoongi might think the same.

“or what?” yoongi replies with a cocked eyebrow. jungkook doesn’t respond, just grabs his now empty bowl and walks to the sink, leaving it there before walking out of the kitchen.

and thank god because you were gonna drown in the fucking sexual tension if they stayed together in the same room for 5 more seconds.

“sheesh...” you whisper and walk to the counter to grab an apple.

“i don’t even know why you tried to do anything.” yoongi mumbles against his coffee mug before giving it a sip.

“you know it’s not his fault to be a little confused, right?” you tell him and sit on the chair jungkook was just sitting at. “you were kind of an asshole right now.” you admit and he sighs, putting his blue mug down on the counter.

“i’m not mad because he’s confused, he has all of the right to go through that, all of us do.” yoongi clarifies and you hum before giving your apple a bite. “what bothers me is that he can’t even look at me since that night.” he says, his voice quieter this time.

“yeah... i know.” you nod because you’ve obviously noticed.

yoongi sighs. “did i ruin everything with him?” you hate how worried he looks. of course yoongi cares about him. after all, jungkook is his friend and you can’t imagine how tough it must be for him to feel like he’s losing his friend.

“you didn’t, yoongi.” you answer his question because you really mean it. “i just think he needs some time to think.”

“thinking is what made him start acting like this, he looked perfectly fine that night.” yoongi tells you. “what he has to do is talk about it, but he won’t because he’s stubborn as shit.”

“yoongi.”

“he’s my friend, i can insult him.” he says and you can’t help but chuckle. “but seriously, he should talk about all of what he’s been bottling up. he’s probably been thinking about that night for all of these past days.”

“he’s not the only one,” you blurt out without even thinking and you can feel your cheeks heat up as soon as you look at yoongi and see a smirk growing on his face. “leave me alone.” you tell him before he can tease you about it.

“i didn’t say anything,” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “but i’ve been thinking about it too so don’t look so embarrassed.” he mumbles like it’s nothing as he puts his mug in the sink.

“you have?” you ask quietly. you don’t really know why but you thought he would’ve already moved on from it, that’s why this is surprising.

“y/n, c’mon.” he chuckles like your question is the stupidest thing he’s ever heard, like the answer is obvious.

you’re about to reply, not really know what exactly, but jungkook is on the door again. he’s changed from his pajamas into some black sweatpants and a big hoodie, the hood over his head to probably cover his messy hair.

“where are you going?” you ask him. a stupid question really. at this point of quarantine people can only really leave for specific jobs or to do the groceries, and since the three of you work from home you can only suppose he’s going to do the groceries.

you turn out to be right when he walks into the kitchen and picks the little piece of paper with the list of groceries before putting it in the pocket of his hoodie. “the groceries,” he replies either way and looks at you. “do you need anything else?” he asks and you notice the way he completely ignores if yoongi wants anything too but decide not to say anything.

“not really,” you shake your had and he hums. “thanks, kook.”

jungkook nods in response and leaves the kitchen without saying another word, not even sparing yoongi a glance. just a couple of seconds later you can hear the front door opening and closing.

“he’s so...” yoongi sighs as you give your apple the last bite.

“so what?” you stand up to walk to the trash can and throw the apple. he doesn’t answer. “you wanna fuck him so bad.” you tease him.

“maybe.” he hums and you look at him, he’s just mindlessly scrolling down his phone.

you sigh and hop on the counter, swinging your legs as you think of ways to comfront him about that night. but your mouth ends up being faster than your brain.

“what did you mean?” you ask and see him putting his phone down to pay attention to you.

“what?” it just hits you now how intimidating his gaze is so you look down at your lap before speaking again.

“have you really been thinking about that night?” your voice is a little more quiet now.

“of course.” he replies like it’s the easiest question he’s ever gotten.

“okay, but like... in a good or bad way?”

when you don’t get an answer you look up at yoongi and find him pursing his lips in deep thought, like he’s calculating the words to say.

“so we’re finally talking about this.” he says.

“you don’t want to?”

“i thought you didn’t,” yoongi replies. “you didn’t address it the next morning and both you and jungkook kind of looked mortified so i didn’t pressure you into talking, i thought you wanted to forget about it.”

“i mean,” you start, trying to find the words to explain. “i kinda wanted to forget,” yoongi hums for you to keep talking. “because i felt so... weird? no, not weird. i felt-”

“uncomfortable?”

“no.”

“regretful?”

“no,” you shake your head again. “ugh, i don’t know how to explain it. i just couldn’t believe i did that, i felt a little... dirty.” you admit and god, it is so embarrassing.

“you are,” yoongi replies with a little smirk that makes you want to jump on him. jesus christ, you’re so fucked. “no, but seriously- i understand,” he says, smirk completely gone. “you could’ve talked to me though.”

“i didn’t know if you wanted to talk about it,” you explain with the annoying feeling that your cheeks are heating up again. “and since you didn’t talk about it either i thought you regretted it or something...” you mumble and yoongi’s jaw almost drops to the floor.

“what are you talking about?” he frowns, seemingly offended by what you said.

“you don’t regret it?” you ask shyly.

“the only thing i regret is not fucking you too.”

holy shit.

you could have a gun pressed to the back of your head right now and still wouldn’t admit the way your whole body feels like it’s been set on fire just from one stupid sentence.

“you- you can’t say stuff like that.” you mutter and have the decency to look at him even if you’re red as a tomato because you know he’s gonna know either way. because yoongi is a menace.

“why not?” he cocks an eyebrow. and fuck, he’s so hot you don’t understand how the hell you didn’t realize until now.

“because.” you reply because you don’t know what to say.

“no way you’re getting shy now...” yoongi chuckles as he walks to you.

“leave me alone.” you whine in protest and reach to him with your hand to softly slap his face. you do it in a playful way, your hand barely brushing against his cheek, but yoongi’s smirk completely disappears and something in your stomach twists in fear.

“do that again.” his voice is so fucking low all of the sudden, like he’s challenging you, and you don’t know if you’re scared or turned on.

“i- i’m sorry, did i hurt you?” of course the most stupid question you could’ve asked in a moment like this is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

yoongi only shakes his head. “i said do that again,” he repeats and takes the final step towards you to stand right in front of you. “harder.”

you gulp. your whole body feels too hot, your clothes are starting to feel uncomfortable. yoongi is too close and you’re sure he’s devouring you with his eyes.

“yoongi.” you try to say something but you don’t know what you can really say.

you’ve never hit anyone. well, maybe one time a couple of years ago when a guy didn’t stop bothering you at a club when you just wanted to dance with your friends. you’ve never hit anyone this way.

does yoongi like this? is he really one of those people?

“i don’t wanna hurt you.” you mumble and feel stupid right after.

“i like it when it hurts,” yoongi replies and you have to bite your lip not to moan. “i’m asking you to do it, so just-”

the sound of the slap echoes in the quiet kitchen and you stare at yoongi with panic growing in your chest and a weird itch on the palm of your hand, the one you haven’t even put down yet from how shocked you are that you just slapped yoongi. his head is turned to the side from the slap and you can see the little reddened skin on his cheek before he turns back to you.

“i’m so sorr-”

you never get to properly apologize because the words die down your throat the second yoongi’s lips collide against yours. you immediately kiss him back and hum against his mouth when he wraps his arms around your body, moving closer to stand between your legs and pulling you as close as he can to his body. your arms are soon wrapping around his neck too and you completely lose yourself in the kiss.

he kisses you like he’s missed you. like he’s been wanting, needing to kiss you again for these past two weeks. and you’re no better, you kiss him back with the same hunger and desperation because you now realize just how bad you needed him.

“fuck,” he mumbles between kisses and you hum in response, not daring to pull away when it feels so good. “can’t stop thinking about you.”

“yoongi...” you whine while one of yoongi’s hands goes up and down your thigh softly, too softly compared to the way he’s kissing you.

“wanted you so fucking bad.” yoongi sighs and starts kissing down your jaw towards your neck.

“fuck,” a little breathy chuckle slips out of your mouth when you realize something. “this fucking counter again.”

yoongi chuckles against your neck and brings his other hand to your other thigh, making you wrap your legs around you before picking you up from the counter.

“what-” you mumble but yoongi gives you just a short kiss to shut you up for a moment as he starts walking out of the kitchen.

“do you wanna get caught again?” he teases and your cheeks burn. you hide your face on the crook of his neck in embarrassment. “i want you to myself today, if that’s okay.” yoongi says and fuck, why does everything he say makes you feel like you’re melting? you’re sure he wasn’t like this before the kitchen incident.

“yeah, that’s okay.” you leave a kiss on his neck that has him letting out a shaky breath as he keeps walking down the corridor.

“good.” he hums and you keep kissing his neck, sucking a little mark on a spot that’s clearly sensitive because as soon as you start sucking on it yoongi’s grip on your thighs tightens significantly.

you’re brought back to reality and forced to stop kissing on his neck when yoongi is suddenly placing you down on a bed, his bed. the covers are extremely soft, that’s the first thing you notice, and the mattress seems super comfortable. in that moment you can understand why yoongi stays in bed until late somedays, his bed is so fucking nice.

“there you go,” yoongi says as he hovers over you and positions himself on his knees between your legs, one of his elbows on the mattress right next to your head to support his body. “pretty.” he smiles before kissing you again.

“you should’ve...” you start between kisses, your hands going up to his long hair while his free hand goes down to your waist. “should’ve talked to me before.”

“could tell you the same.” he replies and stops kissing your lips to go a little lower, kissing your neck again.

“wait.” you squirm under him and try to push him away.

yoongi quickly pulls away, looking down at you with worried eyes. “everything okay?” he asks.

“yeah,” you nod. “just wanna be on top.” you try to push him again and he chuckles.

“okay,” yoongi hums and he suddenly grabs you by your thighs and turns the both of you around so that you’re on top. “good?” he asks, staying sat up with you on his lap.

“yeah.” you smile as you place your hands on his shoulders.

“are you trying to get all dominant on me now?” he teases while his hands find their way under your shirt.

you don’t know what gives you the courage for it but you smirk back. “and what if i was?”

yoongi snorts.

“what?” you frown, clearly offended by his response.

“nothing...” he says but you can see how he’s trying to hold back a smile.

“just so you know, i’m a good dom.”

and it’s not a lie. you’ve been dominant in bed quite many times before, it’s not like it’s your preference but you definitely have. you’re confident even if something inside of you tells you there’s no way you’re gonna be able to dom him, your pride is bigger than that right now because his stupid smirk is making you want to shut him up.

“mh... i’m sure you are.” yoongi speaks with that stupid smirk.

“yoongi.” you whine in protest and feel stupid right after because his smirk only grows bigger.

“you’re such a cute little dom.” he brings his hand to your face and drags his thumb across your lower lip, making you realize you’re pouting.

“you’re pissing me off,” you shake him up a little with your hands on his shoulders. “i can dom you.”

“i had you blabbering like a little bitch the other day and i hadn’t even touched you yet.” yoongi says and gives your waist a light squeeze that makes you flinch.

“it was jungkook,” you say, just because he’s actually getting to you and you need a distraction. “he was the one fucking me.” you clarify and he cocks an eyebrow.

“you think jungkook was the dominant one that night?” he asks. “he completely shut down when i got there.”

you gulp when you remember how jungkook’s dominant demeanor completely disappeared as soon as yoongi walked in the kitchen that night, how he clearly obeyed to everything yoongi told him. and it is so fucking hot. by this point your panties must be ruined, you can’t help but squirm uncomfortably on top of him.

yoongi seems to notice your problem because he looks down at where your bodies are together and moves his hands down to your hips, pulling you closer to him so that you’re sat exactly on top of his crotch. a sigh escapes your mouth before you can stop it when you feel how hard he is under you.

“i bet i can make you cry before you can even begin to try dominating me.” he hums and nuzzles into your neck, making you squirm just with the feeling of his nose on your skin.

“you just caught me in a bad time that night,” you mumble. and you’re kinda right, you were so desperate that night, you’re sure you could’ve done a lot better if your desperation hadn’t been clouding your mind. “don’t be so confident.”

“i went so fucking easy on you both that night,” yoongi says against your skin like it’s a warning. “actually, i didn’t do anything and you two were doing everything i said like you were under a spell.”

“i...” your mind goes blank when he runs his tongue down your neck.

“you should’ve seen your face,” yoongi continues, leaving little kisses down the wet stripe on your neck. “you were fucked out, you looked dumb.” he chuckles a little and you should feel offended but you only moan in response when he bites on your neck, not enough to hurt but enough to get a reaction from you.

“yoongi-”

“it’s okay baby,” he hums, his breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck and making goosebumps erupt all over your body. “i would love nothing more than to fuck you dumb.”

“that’s-” you surpress the moan that’s threatening to come out of your mouth when yoongi places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer to him just to grind against his clothed crotch. “that’s not the way you talk about a lady.” you manage to say even though your voice breaks halfway through. yoongi has obviously noticed because a dark chuckle hits your neck again.

“oh, i know,” he says. you can definitely feel how your panties are sticking to your pussy now. “but you’re not a lady, you’re just a slut.”

a loud moan slips out of your mouth when he makes you grind your hips again and the friction between you feels just right. “yoongi...” you hold on tight to his shoulders as his lips make their way up to whisper in your ear.

“right?”

“yoongi, i-” by this time your hips are moving on their own, chasing that delicious friction agaist his crotch.

“aren’t you my pretty slut?” the gentle bite to your earlobe does it for you.

you don’t remember the last time you needed someone this bad. well, maybe jungkook a couple of weeks ago, but somehow this feels different. your body is screaming for him, something inside you has been begging you to let go of that pride and just give into him since you kissed.

“please.” you say and feel stupid right after because you’ve already given up and because you don’t know what you’re asking for.

“oh, how i love to hear you say that word.” yoongi smiles wide at you and you can’t help but continue grinding your hips against him.

“fuck, yoongi i-”

“mh, i know.” he gives you a sympathetic nod and looks down at how you’re working your hips. “look at you,” he says and gently slaps your hip. “already begging for it like the slut you are.”

you try to speak but the only sound coming out of your mouth is another pathetic whimper as you keep chasing that friction.

“should i just let you do this until you cum?” yoongi asks, you instantly shake your head.

“no,” you slide your hands down his arms until you’re wrapping them around his wrists. “touch me.”

“i’m touching you.” he fakes a confused expression as he squeezes your hips just a little. you just know he’s having so much fun with this.

“yoongi, you know what i mean,” you grind against him one last time before he lets out a chuckle. “what?” and you almost can’t even recognize your voice anymore from how desperate and whiny you sound, but you know he likes it.

“i find it funny how you were trying to go all dominant and shit just a minute ago and now you’re begging like a slut.”

you don’t say anything in response, you only bite your lip to hold back a sound because you’ve never really enjoyed being talked to like this in bed but now you might be discovering something new about yourself because yoongi makes it so hot.

he smirks at your lack of response and turns the both of you again, making you lay down on your back with him between your legs. and you enjoyed being on top of him for a moment but you can’t lie and say you don’t like this position as well.

“i would love to take my time with you, but i wanna see that pretty pussy again,” yoongi says, completely unaware of how you blush at his words because he’s focused on pulling your sweatpants down your thighs. “maybe i’ll make it longer next time, but i’ve been waiting for two weeks.”

next time. the knowledge that he’s already thinking about a next time makes you a little giddy but you don’t make a comment about it.

you kick your sweatpants off when yoongi pulls them past your ankles and let then fall on the floor.

yoongi makes a disapproving soud when you bend your legs and close them, hiding from him. “c’mon, be good and open those pretty legs for me.” he puts a hand on one of your ankles, trying to make you stretch your legs.

you give in so easily, spreading your legs enough for him to get between them again. his hands go to your thighs, rubbing up and down slowly and leaving goosebumps behind.

but he’s not looking at you yet. well, he is looking at you, he’s looking at you with a pretty smirk but he’s not looking where you want him to look. that alone makes you buck your hips up in an attempt to make him look down. the gesture makes yoongi break in a chuckle but he still doesn’t give you what you want, leaning down and supporting his weight on his elbow next to your head. then he gives you a kiss that leaves you speechless instead.

“what?” you mumble in confusion.

“you’re so cute when you’re horny.” yoongi gives you a smile that successfully distracts you from his hand going up your thigh.

you open your mouth to reply but the only thing that comes out is a loud moan when you suddenly feel yoongi’s hand cupping your pussy over your panties.

“have you been this wet all this time?” yoongi says and your brain can’t even come up with an answer because his fingers start running up and down your clothed folds.

you’re so wet that the feeling of the soaked fabric of your panties against your pussy makes you blush in embarrassment, but it feels so good to finally be touched that you can’t help the sounds coming out of your mouth.

“what a dirty girl,” yoongi hums as your hips buck a little to meet the movements of his hand. “so wet just because of some kissing and some grinding?” he teases you with a chuckle.

“please, take my panties off.” you beg. you need his fingers on you.

“only because you said please.”

he partially listens to you because he doesn’t really take them off but instead pushes them to the side, which you find ten times hotter.

a loud moan slips out of your mouth when his fingers finally touch you with nothing in between. your hand twitches with the urge to cover your mouth but you know yoongi won’t like that so you settle with gripping at the sheets of his bed instead.

“haven’t stopped thinking about this pussy,” yoongi mumbles and gives it a little slap that makes you squeak in surprise. “cute.” he grins and kisses you once again.

you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him to make sure he doesn’t pull away. he swallows all of your moans when he easily slips one of his fingers inside you and starts fucking you with it before quickly adding another one, you’re so wet that his fingers slide in so well.

“mhh… that’s a good pussy.” yoongi hums between kisses and you clench around his fingers.

his fingers feel so good, you can’t wait for his cock.

you moan his name, making him smile against your mouth. “does that feel good?”

“yeah.” you whine and he curls his fingers inside you, easily finding that spot. “fuck, right there…”

it feels so good that you almost forgot you don’t live alone. almost. you remember because you’re suddenly being surprised by the sound of the apartment door opening and closing.

jungkook is back home.

“yoongi,” you mumble against his lips like a warning but he only hums and starts fingering you faster. “fuck... yoon- yoongi, stop.”

“do you really want me to stop?” yoongi breaks away from the kiss with the hottest smirk on his face.

you don’t know what to answer. well, you know you don’t want him to stop, but jungkook is home now and you are loud enough for him to hear.

“yoon...” you try but nothing else comes out when he slips a third finger.

“that’s right,” he smiles and leaves a sweet kiss on your jaw as he keeps finger fucking you at a pace that’s driving you crazy. “say my name.”

you do. you say his name and he slips his fingers out just to give your pussy another spank that makes your whole body twitch under him.

“louder.” yoongi says as he rubs his fingers over your folds to ease the pain from the spank.

you say his name louder, but just a little because you know jungkook must be placing the groceries in the kitchen right now, he could hear you if you said it louder.

but jungkook hearing you must be exactly what yoongi wants because he gives you another spank that has you moaning his name way too loud. yoongi smiles at the sound.

“that’s a good slut.” he praises, his breath hitting your ear, and starts rubbing your pussy with his fingers from side to side so fast that you don’t know what to do with your body, your hips twitching and your cheeks reddening at the wet sound of his hand against your pussy.

god, you’re so wet.

“please…” you beg through a sound that’s close to a sob and it makes yoongi stop the movements of his hand and straighten up a little to look down at you, sitting back on his feet under him.

 “please what?” he finally gives your pussy a break but you miss his hand, the one he’s bringing to his mouth right now. “messy fucking girl, i always have to clean you up, right?”

you hold your breath and your pussy throbs when he slips two of his wet fingers in his mouth and hums like it is the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

“yoongi please.” you repeat even if you don’t know what you’re asking.

“is that the only word you know how to say now?” yoongi asks, not really paying attention to you but rather to cleaning your juices off his fingers. “i won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.”

your desperation gives you the courage to sit up, your legs a little bent up on each side of yoongi, and grab at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up until it’s coming off. you throw it on the floor and take the chance to run your hands down his chest, feeling the hot skin under your fingers and getting so lost in it that the words come out of your mouth easily.

“i want your cock.” you blurt out, looking up at him with your best puppy eyes.

“you want it?” yoongi says with that condescending tone again, like he’s talking to a dumb person.

fuck, you want him so bad.

you just nod in reply. he hums and then gets up on his knees, getting so close to you with how you’re sitting. “then pull it out.”

you hold your breath for a second. “can i?”

“of course you can.”

you don’t think about it twice. you hook your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants again and tug them down, biting your lip at the sight of the outline of his hard cock under the fabric of his boxers.

he’s so big. and you want him so bad.

“c’mon,” yoongi urges you to do something and you finally tug down at his boxers. “there you go.”

you notice two things when you’ve pulled his boxers down to his thighs.

first one, he’s definitely big.

second one, yoongi has a piercing on his dick. right on the underside, under his tip, a barbell on his frenulum.

you have to bite back a moan at how hot you find it and yoongi seems to notice your reaction because he chuckles. “you’ve never seen one?” he says with a teasing tone and you look up at his face.

“can i…” you shift uncomfortably under him because you need your panties off.

“can you what?” you hold your breath when he brings a hand down to his cock, stroking it slowly. he is so close to you in the position you are right now.

“can i suck you off?” you blurt out before you can even worry about looking desperate.

you don’t miss the way he squeezes on the base of his cock as soon as you let the words out, but he shakes his head.

you’re about to complain when yoongi speaks up again. “i would love to fuck that pretty mouth, but i need to fuck that pussy first.” he nods down at your body.

you lean back, supporting yourself against your elbows, and look at him with puppy eyes now that you know they seem to work on him. “then come fuck it.” you know you’re pouting but you couldn’t care less right now. you need him so bad.

“it will be my pleasure,” he grins but then looks down at your chest. “but take that shirt of first.”

you obey instantly and take it off in a second, throwing it somewhere on the bedroom floor and finally laying down on your back. you don’t miss yoongi’s gaze on your bare chest.

“stop doing that.” you throw one arm over your eyes not to see the way he’s devouring you with his eyes.

“i’m not doing anything.”

“you’re looking.”

“am i supposed to look somewhere else?” he responds and you chuckle a little.

“no, but- ah!” a moan escapes your mouth when you feel yoongi’s mouth on one of your nipples. you unconsciously slap your hand over your mouth to muffle any other noise slipping out of it, but yoongi is quickly grabbing your wrist and pushing your arm away.

“none of that shit,” he says before starting to litter kisses all over your chest. your back arches a little when he flicks his tongue on your other nipple and he chuckles in response. “so cute.”

“just fuck me already.” you beg, feeling yourself getting even more wet each second.

“someone’s eager to get fucked, huh?” yoongi straightens up again and wraps his hand around his cock again, stroking it lazily like before. you can’t look away.

then all of the brattiness you have in you slips out your mouth. “no, i just think you’re making me wait longer because you don’t know what to do with that.” you nod towards his cock.

yoongi’s smile is gone when you look back at his face and you know you’re in trouble.

“i wanted to look at your face while i fucked you,” he starts and you can already sense a but coming. “but i want you on all fours now.” you open your mouth to say something but he shakes his head and speaks again. “turn around before you piss me off again.” he talks with such a low voice that you can’t deny him anything.

you turn around and get up on your hands and knees, though your breath hitches when he places a hand on your back and pushes down for you to get down on your elbows, you squish your cheek on his pillow.

yoongi curses behind you and you can sense he’s looking down at your exposed pussy. the reaction gives you the courage to arch your back, pressing your chest to the mattress and spreading your legs a little, just enough for him to see you better.

“if you tell me i can’t fuck you raw i’m gonna be mad.” he curses and you giggle.

“you can do it.”

“really?” yoongi asks. you appreciate that he’s making sure.

“yes, i let jungkook fuck me raw, you should do it too.” you respond and move your ass a little. “c’mon, i’m waiting.”

and you really thought he was gonna make you wait a little more, that’s why you gasp in surprise when yoongi rubs the tip of his cock through your folds.

“oh my god…” you mumble. “please, don’t tease.” you beg when he keeps rubbing it up and down. you can actually feel the piercing and you might go crazy.

“i don’t know, since you said i don’t know what to do with my cock maybe i shouldn’t give it to you.” yoongi says with a low chuckle as he places one of his hands on your hip.

“no, please.” you whine into the pillow, feeling like you could actually cry if he doesn’t slip it in right now.

“look at you, you haven’t stopped saying please since i first touched you.” he presses his tip to your clit and rubs it just right before pulling away and making you whine again.

“i swear to god if you don’t-” a loud moan escapes your mouth when you feel him slip in slowly. “oh fuck…” you mumble and bury your face on the pillow. but yoongi doesn’t seem to like that.

he’s suddenly threading his fingers through your hair so gently but then he tugs hard to lift your head from the pillow as he bottoms out. “wanna hear you.” he says.

“so good.” you manage to say as you support your upper body on your elbows so that the hair pulling doesn’t hurt a lot, just the necessary.

“yeah?” yoongi hums as he starts to pull out just as slowly as he slipped in.

“big…” you sigh and hear a hint of another chuckle before he slips in again.

“you’re so fucking tight, holy shit,” he groans and you can feel his hand on your hair faltering for a second so you clench around him to get a reaction. “oh fuck.” he moans and he sounds so hot that you push your ass back against him to make him bottom out again.

“you feel so good.” you whine and he finally lets go of your hair but you rest your head on your side for him to hear you.

“can i move?” yoongi asks, both hands on your hips now.

“yes please.” you beg.

and he’s not gentle, he fucks you hard right from the start. you can actually feel the cold piercing inside of you and you think you might go crazy. the sound of skin against skin the only thing echoing inside the room because it feels so good that no sound comes out of your mouth.

yoongi doesn’t like that. he gives your ass a hard spank as he bottoms out again and stays there.

“if i don’t hear you i’ll stop,” he warns you and you try to move your hips for him to start moving again, but his hard grip on them doesn’t let you. “did you understand?”

“yes.” you whine and another moan slips out of your mouth when he spanks you again.

“good slut.”

you think you’re gonna cry when he starts fucking you again. this time you allow yourself to let all the sounds out, not caring about how loud you are.

“yoongi...” your voice breaks when he starts hitting that sweet spot that makes your legs shake. your knees hurt but it feels so good you don’t want to change positions.

you’re so fucked out already, you wouldn’t be so gone at this point with anyone else, but somehow it feels different with yoongi.

“that feels good?” yoongi hums and you feel a little bit of pride at how broken his voice sounds too.

“yes!” you moan. “please, don’t stop… please.”

“fuck,” he truly seems to like to hear you beg. “it’s like this pussy was made for me.” and he won’t stop hitting that spot, you’re so fucking close.

“yours.” you mumble, completely fucked out, and clench when you hear him chuckle at the word.

“mine?” he teases, slowing down his thrusts.

you nod uncomfortably against the pillow and cry out when yoongi suddenly pulls out. “no, please…” you beg, desperately pushing your ass back for him to keep fucking you.

“no, turn around.” yoongi says and you have half a mind to obey, turning around on the bed and finally laying on your back with a relief sigh.

you’re quick to wrap your legs around him to push him closer. “please, yoongi, fuck me.” all shame is gone, you need him so bad.

“slut wants my cock?”

you nod.

“then say it.”

“i want your cock.” you bite your lip when he starts rubbing his tip through your folds again.

“who wants my cock?” yoongi asks, acting dumb. you want to cry.

“me.” you sigh, bucking your hips up to grind against his cock.

“who?” yoongi asks again and you get it now.

“your slut.” you answer. yoongi smirks proudly.

“who’s cock do you want?”

god. you will go insane at this point.

“yours.”

“mh, but that’s not enough for you, right?” he hums, looking down at where his cock is rubbing against you. your breath hitches when your dizzy mind is able to get what he means.

“i-”

“one cock is not enough for your, right?”

“yoongi…”

“you got fucked by one of your roommates two weeks ago and now you’re letting your other roommate fuck you too?” yoongi circles the tip of his cock on your clit, the piercing making it feel so good youe eyes roll back. “do you spread your legs for anyone who has a cock?”

“n- no…” you blush, the humilliating words making you feel so good somehow.

“no? just for us?” yoongi asks and leans down a little, the hand he was using to hold the base of his cock wrapping around your neck now.

“yes,” you sigh. everything feels so hot. “just for you.”

“yeah?” he hums. fuck, he’s so hot.

you try to nod but his hand around your neck squeezes a little. “fuck…” you moan, your pussy throbbing now.

“i knew you would like this, dirty girl,” yoongi chuckles and gives your neck another light squeeze as he starts slipping his cock into you again. “that’s a good slut.” he groans as you clench around him again.

yoongi keeps his hand around your neck as he starts fucking you, squeezing just lightly. and he knows what he’s doing, because the second he lets go you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever made. your hand flies to your mouth in embarrassment but yoongi grabs your wrist and pulls it over your head, pinning it right there.

“i wanna fucking hear you.” he says, hips hitting against the back of your thighs so hard as he fucks you at a brutal pace.

“jung- jungkook is home…” you mutter as a warning but he only laughs.

“is that an inconvenient now?” he gives you a deep thrust that makes your eyes roll back. “let him hear. should i ask him to come here too?”

“fuck.” you’re so close, if he keeps talking like that you’re gonna cum.

“i’m sure he’s listening from his room right now,” yoongi says, his thrusts hitting just right, you’re sure you’re creaming his cock by this point. “do you think he’s touching himself as he listens to you?”

“oh my god…” your hand twitches with the urge to cover your mouth again but he keeps it pinned to the mattress over your head, your other hand grips at the sheets tightly.

“i’m sure he wishes he was in my place right now.” he looks down at how your boobs bounce from the thrusts and you’re sure your cheeks are tomato red.

“so close...” you moan, your legs trembling around him.

“i start talking about jungkook and now you’re gonna cum?” yoongi teases, earning another whine from you. “wow, one cock is really not enough for you, isn’t it…”

“yoongi!” you squeak when you feel his free hand on your pussy, he starts rubbing circles on your clit.

“gonna cum around my cock?”

“yes! yes, please!” you’re so fucking loud now but you couldn’t care less.

“you want him to hear you, huh?” yoongi chuckles.

“i’m g- gonna cum…” you mumble, the words almost not coming out.

“say his name,” yoongi says and you open your eyes in shock, pussy clenching around him. “say his name or you’re not coming.” he warns as he slows down his thrusts.

“yoongi, no…” you cry out.

“that’s not his name.” yoongi gives your clit a little lap that makes your body twitch.

“ju… jungkook.” you try and blush right after. it feels so wrong to moan someone else’s name in bed, you know yoongi wants it but it makes you feel so dirty. he wants you to feel like that.

“louder, baby.” he says and the contrast between that petname and the names he was calling you before makes you feel like you’re gonna pass out.

“jungkook!” you finally say, making yoongi grin down at you.

“that’s it, say it again.” he says and resumes the pace he was fucking you with before.

“jungkook!” you moan louder and yoongi’s fingers on your clit is faster. “fuck! oh my- ah! gonna cum!”

“good slut,” yoongi hums. “c’mon, cum for us.”

us.

the stupid word and its implications make you clench impossibly tight around him as the craziest shock waves run through your whole body. your vision goes blurry so you close your eyes while your body goes limp, completely exhausted as you feel yoongi slipping out.

you’re about to complain when you open your eyes and see him stroking his cock and moaning as white stripes of cum land on your sweaty chest.

“oh my god…” you sigh and throw one of your arms over your eyes.

you hum when you feel yoongi’s hand on your cheek. “are you okay?” he speaks so softly you could’ve sworn he’s not the guy who just fucked you.

“yeah.” you reply and something makes you start giggling lazily.

“what are you laughing about now?” yoongi says but yo can hear a smile in his voice.

“i can’t believe that happened.” you mumble and put your arm down to look at him.

“well, it happened.” he leans down and gives your lips a sweet kiss, then he gets down from the bed.

you watch him put his sweatpants and grab a towel from one of the drawers on his closet as your chest keeps going up and down, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“seriously, are you okay?” he asks when he comes back to bed and sits down next to you, cleaning his cum from your stomach.

“yeah, just… a little sore,” you chuckle, your cheeks burning from how gentle he’s suddenly being with you. “i don’t know if i’m gonna be able to get up.”

“you can stay here for as long as you want.” he says softly and folds the towel, throwing it on a basket where you suppose he puts his dirty clothes.

“i would stay here all day,” you admit. “but i have work and i have to eat first.”

“i can prepare a bath for you,” yoongi says and your heart does something weird in your chest. “for your sore muscles.” he rubs a hand up and down your bare thigh.

“can you do that?” you look at him with big eyes.

“of course i can.”

“how can you be so sweet after everything you just did to me?” you ask and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss you again.

“aftercare is important, i take that really seriously.”

“okay,” you smile sweetly at him. “then go prepare that bath.”

he snorts. “brat.” but he stands up again and walks out of the room, closing the door after.

you stay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling and thinking about everything you just did in this bed. and you feel kinda good and giddy about it until you remember about jungkook.

you moaned his name. you yelled his name. and he for sure heard you. you shake the thoughts away from your head and decide to get up from bed. you need that bath.

your body begs you to lay down when you manage to stand up, your legs are sore and your whole body is so weak that you almost fall down when you grab yoongi’s shirt from the floor. you hum pleasantly when you put the shirt on and notice it covers you perfectly, yoongi always wears big clothes.

your trembling legs guide you out of the room and the smell of food cooking in the kitchen hits your nose and almost makes you moan at how hungry you are, jungkook must be cooking lunch right now. since he must be in the kitchen you take the chance to run to the bathroom, where yoongi is preparing your bath. but you’re proved wrong when you collapse against a hard chest in the middle of the corridor.

jungkook is looking down at you with something you can’t really read in his eyes. he just walked out of his room, he had probably left the food cooking in the kitchen.

“hi!” you say like nothing ever happened because you’re still so embarrassed, your cheeks burning again.

“hey.” jungkook mumbles and separates from you, motioning to walk past you and back to the kitchen.

you are walking past him and to the bathroom when he says your name, making you turn to him. “yes?”

“next time just come to my room instead of thinking about me when you’re with him.”

you freeze. you literally don’t know what to say.

you open your mouth to try and say something, probably something stupid, when yoongi appears right behind you.

“i think you should just join us next time.” he says and the smug expression on jungkook’s face completely disappears. he turns around and walks inside the kitchen again.

your shoulders drop in disappointment because the reaction kind of felt like a rejection but yoongi places his hand on your shoulder.

“he will come around,” he tells you. “he’s just stubborn.”

“yeah…” you mumble and turn around to follow him into the bathroom.

“you really want him, huh?” yoongi teases you but you completely ignore him, standing in front of the mirror and cringing at how messy you look. “my shirt looks good on you.” he adds, standing behind you.

a little smirk grows on your face as you look at him in the mirror. “you fuck me once and you’re already in love with me?” you tease.

“wow, look at how bratty that mouth is,” yoongi mumbles, crossing his arms against his chest. “but then you barely speak a word when you’re getting fucked.” that shuts your mouth completely and he looks proud of it.

“shut up…” you mumble and turn around to push him out of the bathroom. “get out, i wanna enjoy my bath.”

yoongi just chuckles to himself before turning around and leaving. you only notice the dumb smile on your face when you look at yourself in the mirror again.

yoongi has you smiling like that. and you also remember jungkook, how he basically told you to have sex with him again and the invitation actually sparked something inside of you.

you were just roommates a month ago but now you’re starting a dangerous game with the both of them. the thing is that it feels good, you can only hope it turns out alright.

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A/N: askssjdnandkdjas i hope you liked this chapter, please let me know your thoughts !!! it helps a lot to have feedback <3 i'm obviously makind this a series so pls look forward for the next chapter :) 💖 thank you all for reading ! have a nice day babes

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you’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 🎙️

pairing: namjoon x f. reader genre: podcast, friends to lovers au; crack, smut, fluff rating: explicit. minors do not interact. warnings: parasocial relationships galore, a m*n with a p*dcast, author abuses italics, swearing, alcohol, reader uses a pseudonym/nickname (piper) because writing the meta fanfiction scene would've been too weird without one and i refuse to use y/n, dialogue-heavy but it is a fic about a podcast, everyone is down horrendous, mentions of social media & fake r*ddit posts, ex-boyfriend yoongi but in a good, healthy way. let me know if i missed anything but mostly this is just two goofballs not realizing they're in love with one another. smut warnings: kissing, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex (fiction), protected vaginal sex (nonfiction), a lil squirting, mild degradation, mentions of a p*ss kink but there is no actual pee i promise (...lest?), i didn't intend to write size kink but it's namjoon so it just showed up anyway, slight dom!joon, everyone orgasms. wordcount: 17.5k credits: this was entirely inspired by that one episode of the basement yard where frankie reads the smut fic of him and joe, so credits to both that author and that podcast. spotify, for their podcast name generator. astro-seek for helping me drag namjoon astrologically. an extra special, gigantic thanks to @effortandmore for writing the meta fanfic (3k of it, no less!) and not batting an eye when i said it could have pee in it as a joke. this is as much yours as it is mine. finally, @hot-soop and @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this over for me and telling me i'm funny. author's note: happy birthday, indigo! here i am to validate every fear you've ever had that the people you write porn about may one day read it. live and on air. :)

You’ve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years.

You can learn a lot about a guy in that amount of time.

None of it is especially salacious. You know all about his family and his dog and the brand of recycled paper towels he insists on buying in bulk. You know what he’d written his grad school thesis on and what he’d looked like in the thick of it, when he was staving off his fifth mental break of the week. You know how fidgety he gets when it’s closing in on Friday night and he’s got a date—how much he stresses over which restaurant to pick, which cologne, which expensive cashmere sweater to wear.

You also know what the internet thinks about him. Intimately.

Kim Namjoon, according to the internet, is peak husband material. He has cheeks ripe for pinching and thighs small countries would go to war to defend. He has a lap that doubles as a seat and dimples people want to get baptized in. He has Instagram selfies with hundreds of thousands of likes and comment sections full of intelligible keysmashes, especially the ones he posts from the gym.

Kim Namjoon, according to the internet, is a man written by a woman.

Looking at him now, you aren’t sure that’s true, you think people just need to raise their standards. Namjoon is just… Namjoon. He’s intelligent and kind and up to date on modern feminist theory, is all. And, sure, maybe in the current political landscape that puts him far above the rest of men, but the way the internet has latched onto him is a little concerning.

“There’s another post about whether or not we’re dating,” you say, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

sooo let’s be real here, we ALL think they’re dating, right?? Posted by u/pod-shipper 2 hours ago

Just like he always does, Namjoon huffs out a soft laugh, makes his way around to your side of the table. Puts his large hands on your shoulders as he leans in close to read from your screen, snorting every time he reads a sentence he finds particularly amusing. Whichever cologne he’d chosen this morning is, admittedly, very nice.

It’s sooo obvious, especially in the episodes they film and post on YouTube. The way they look at each other?? I don’t even look at my HUSBAND like that! (+1264) ↳ omg ur sooooo right! i could MAYBE buy that they aren’t full on dating, but they’ve def at least slept together. Namjoon is so 🔥🔥🔥 (+791) ↳ um how can namjoon be dating her when he’s already married to me 😌💅 (+3) ↳ For the millionth time, can we not speculate on their personal lives? This is weird and reinforces really harmful ideas that men and women can’t just be friends. (-51)

“How come they never talk about how hot you are?”

You can tell by the look on Namjoon’s face that he hadn’t meant to say that—or, if he did, he didn’t mean to say it like that, with an entire pout, eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. “Cursed to be ugly and dumb,” you joke to ease the sudden tension, reading the comment that simply says you’d have to be the dumbest person alive to not sleep with Namjoon.

He scrunches his nose at that. Returns to his side of the table. “Yeah, I don’t think so, lots of people haven’t slept with me.” Starts to unpack all the gear from his bag before he says, “Hey, all that stuff—does it bother you?”

“What do you mean?” you answer, the corner of a protein bar stuck in your mouth. Namjoon always insists on recording at the most inconvenient times.

“People thinking we’re together,” he clarifies.

You shrug. “I dunno. Not really. Comes with the territory, I think, not to mention how much you love to overshare—”

“Hello?”

“I’m just saying,” you retort, hands raised in self-defense. “There really was no need for you to mention you blew your grad school stipend on a porn scam.” Namjoon looks affronted, like he can’t believe you’d stoop so low as to bring that up. “Or that you lost your virginity at fifteen.”

“We have a relationship podcast,” he states simply. “That’s kind of what we do, right? Talk about relationships? And the spectrum of human sexuality is part of that.”

You slump back in your chair as you quirk an eyebrow. “No one said it wasn’t, I just said you overshare. Which you do.”

“And that’s why there’s a dozen Reddit posts a week discussing whether or not we’re dating? Because I overshare?”

“Yeah, exactly. That’s the kind of behavior that leads to parasocial relationships. People latch onto that shit. Makes them think they’re your friend.” He glares. “Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right. It’s bad enough you’ve word-vomited all this highly personal information about yourself, but to not even do it under a pseudonym? It’s like you’re begging for trouble.”

Another comment he doesn’t even realize he’s making: “I don’t beg. For anything.”

To this day, you’re not sure why Namjoon asked you to co-host a podcast with him.

His reasoning had been simple: “You’re my best friend and we don’t agree on anything.” Hard to argue with that. Namjoon has seemingly endless patience, even in the face of things he shouldn’t entertain, and you… do not, to put it simply.

You’re not a cold person. Your fuse isn’t short. You’re just a little jaded, is all. Have far less propensity for bullshit than Namjoon does, so the two of you play well off each other. You end a sentence with a well-punctuated full stop and Namjoon’s right behind you to sigh and say maybe you shouldn’t be so hasty, not everything in the world can be so black or white.

Except some things are. Somewhere along the way, the podcast—which Namjoon had affectionately named Place Him Gently in the Garbage, even though some people should be shoved in there with force—had picked up a following. A big one. And now, every week, you’re inundated with emails ranging in severity. Sometimes people just want to vent after their tenth bad date in a row or share funny stories, and Namjoon lets you take the lead on those, but sometimes it’s a little more serious. That’s where Namjoon shines, all that endless patience, and people love him for it.

“What’s on the agenda today?” he asks, accepting a thick stack of papers from Jungkook.

Ah, Jungkook.

You aren’t sure what he actually does. Some kind of social media manager, which is obvious from the wildly out-of-context clips he posts of you to TikTok, and it’s his responsibility to go through the thousands of emails you get from listeners, but aside from that all you’ve got are your suspicions that he just sticks around to swindle Namjoon out of more and more money.

“I’m in a silly goofy mood,” comes Jungkook’s reply, and you let out a witch cackle as Namjoon winces. Nothing good ever comes of Jungkook being in a silly goofy mood, and that’s quite alright by you.

Fifteen minutes later finds you with a camera in your face that you greet with an unamused, flat stare. Jungkook is used to it by now. Just films for a few seconds before turning his attention to an unaware Namjoon. Head down, pen and highlighter going a mile a minute as he pores over the stack of papers with all the doggedness and eagle-eyed stare of a literature professor.

That’s the thing about Namjoon—he takes this really seriously. So do you, but not in the ways Namjoon does. He’s all skill and determination and you’re color commentary. It works. It clearly works, so you aren’t too bent out of shape about it, but sometimes you worry. Namjoon takes this really seriously and sometimes you worry that he takes it too seriously, that he carries the burdens and worries of all these strangers, that he’s trying to solve and fix things that aren’t his responsibility to solve and fix.

So he takes it really seriously and you don’t take it as seriously as you maybe should, and everything is by design. Balanced.

Twenty minutes later finds you staring across the table at Namjoon, who asks, “Are you ready?” and does one last equipment check before he launches into, “Welcome back to another episode of Place Him Gently in the Garbage with Namjoon and Piper. What’s new with you, Pipe? Any fun news?”

Pipe. It drives you nuts. Feels like nails on a chalkboard. “I see you almost every single day,” you respond dryly. “But for the sake of entertainment, I’m thinking about getting a cat.”

“A cat?” Namjoon parrots, and his eyebrows disappear beneath his fringe because he knows what that means.

You’ve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years, but you’ve known him even longer.

Since your first year of college, which is also when you met Yoongi. Yoongi, your ex. Yoongi, the person you’d been with for six years and had planned a life around. Yoongi, now one of your closest friends, because the two of you still love one another but no longer in that way, which is fine. But also—Yoongi, allergic to cats.

So, yeah. Namjoon knows what that means, and he has the good sense not to mention it. Unlike him, you’re intensely private and keep your cards close to your chest. Your listeners don’t even know your real name, let alone that you’d gone through a breakup a year ago.

“What kind of cat?” he continues, like his entire world hasn’t just been turned upside-down.

You shrug. “Eh, I don’t know. Probably one that’s been in the shelter a long time, I guess. I’m not too fussy, you know?”

“Right, a cat is a cat,” Namjoon says, thinking he’s done something. You and Jungkook gasp at the same time. “What? Why are you giving me that look?”

“Because that’s a fucked up thing to say! A cat is not just a cat. They have little personalities, just like people. You’ve got—”

“But you just said you’re not fussy,” he interjects. “And I know they have personalities and that you have to find one that suits your lifestyle! Like, you can’t have one of those really cool cats that likes to go kayaking and shit, it’d never work—”

“What does that mean? Why couldn’t I have a cool cat?”

“Hey, all you cool cats and kittens,” Namjoon mocks, and you can tell he thinks he’s done something again, but his impression falls flatter than flat. An awkward silence fills the studio. He coughs. “Anyway. Do you have pictures?”

“Yeah. I also have a list of candidates ranked by how cool their names are. Number five, Casserole.”

“That’s cute.”

“Mhm,” you agree, “but Casserole is a kitten, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of responsibility.”

“They do say you should adopt kittens in pairs.”

“And that’s how they get you. You want one kitten and they talk you into two, and before you know it you’ve got, like, twelve cats. Number four, Party Girl.”

“Sick name.”

“Number three, Toddler.”

“Toddler?”

“Number two, Flat.”

“Just Flat? Understandable.”

“And, finally, number one: Human Torch.”

“Yoooo.” Namjoon laughs. “You have to adopt Human Torch. Let me see.” You pull up a picture on your phone and hand it over. “Okay, for our listeners—Human Torch is a young, male Domestic Short Hair. He has stripes. I don’t know what that’s called.”

“Tabby,” Jungkook chimes in.

“Jungkook says he’s a tabby. He’s cute. Adopt him.”

You return your phone to your pocket. “Maybe. I still think I want an older cat, but I’ll consider it. What about you, though? Any new dating horror stories to share?”

Ah, the dating horror stories. Your most dedicated shippers are convinced they’re fake, that Namjoon just makes them up on the spot to keep them off your trail. If only. Not in the if only they were fake and Namjoon and I were actually dating kind of way, but the holy shit one of my closest friends is a fucking disaster and it’s a little embarrassing kind of way.

“Not really,” he answers. “I’ve got a date this Friday, though. Trying to decide if dinner and a movie is too boring.”

“It’s a classic for a reason. What are you gonna see, My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3?”

“Three?” Namjoon emphasizes, truly sounding scandalized. “Since when are there three? I haven’t even seen one or two.”

“Okay, first of all, the original is a classic and it’s a crime you haven’t seen it.”

“And second of all?”

“There is no second of all. Repeat point one.”

He snorts. “I’m not gonna see that, anyway. Maybe the re-release of Howl’s Moving Castle.”

“Subbed or dubbed, though?”

“Are you trying to get me canceled?”

“Absolutely.”

“I like both,” he chickens out. “Now, let’s stop wasting time and get to the point of the show.”

“Talking about cats is a waste of time?”

“I—no, we’ve just got a lot on the agenda today.”

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s lots to talk about on the celebrity front—”

Namjoon loves this part. As esteemed and educated as he is, not even he is immune to good old celebrity gossip. (Inside him there are two wolves.) Lives for it. Texts you about it at all hours of the night. Sends you links to Reddit threads with hundreds of comments. Has more opinions on Celebrity Big Brother than he does on Ludwig Wittgenstein, sometimes, and when that’s the case you know you’re in for a long evening. You’ve never even seen an episode of Celebrity Big Brother.

But Namjoon loves it, so you’ve become fond of it by association. Reminds you a bit of Yoongi and his love for sports and sports anime.

“—one should we start with?”

“Whatever you want,” you answer, because you haven’t been paying a lick of attention and you aren’t sure it matters anyway. Namjoon can talk to a wall on a good day, but he’s an entirely different beast once mundane, innocuous celeb gossip gets involved.

And even though you hadn’t been paying attention, it seems like this was the right thing to say, because Namjoon smiles so wide his dimples crater his face. “Cool. Let’s start with Taryn Manning. Did you see that bizarre—”

“Who?”

“What?”

“Who is Taryn Manning?”

Namjoon looks a little dumbstruck. Even Jungkook’s arching an eyebrow at you. “Are you serious? She was in Orange is the New Black and Crossroads.”

“The Britney Spears movie?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Weird, okay. Continue.”

Your co-host shoots you a very pointed look. “I will, thanks. Anyway, she posted a video on social media talking about this affair she had with a married man. Like, she pulled over on the side of the road to record this. Said she can’t stand the man’s wife because she called her a quote-unquote lunatic.”

“I—huh, thought we weren’t supposed to say that anymore. Alright.”

“But wait, it gets even more bizarre. Listen to this quote—and this is direct. This is a direct quote from the video, I can’t stop thinking about it: ‘Don’t you ever threaten me when your husband came to me to get his butthole licked.’ Can you—”

“What? Namjoon, what in the fuck—”

“It’s crazy, right? She was gonna buy this guy a boat.”

“Namjoon, this is a family show, you can’t just talk about ass-eating unprompted.”

“No it’s not.”

“Well, you still shouldn’t talk about ass-eating unprompted. It’s unbecoming.”

“You’re unbecoming,” Namjoon fires back, because he can’t help it. The words are out of his mouth before he can think. “Sorry, that was out of line.”

You sigh. Know whatever look Jungkook is catching on his camera right now is exasperated and pointed, the corners of your mouth probably tugged up just a hint. “Unbecoming, like I said.” Namjoon scoffs. “Anyway, so this actress was gonna buy this married guy a boat and was eating his ass?”

“Yeah. Apparently it was her friend’s husband? They all went to a Taylor Swift concert together.”

“Jesus, this keeps getting worse. Big year for Hollywood cheaters.”

“It is, right? Cheaters and divorces. Something in the water, I guess.”

“I saw the astrology girlies saying a bunch of planets are in retrograde, so—”

“Can you explain that to me? Like, what does it mean for a planet to be in retrograde? Why is it causing divorces?”

“I don’t know, I’m not an astrology girlie. That’s why I said the astrology girlies. What are your big three, though?”

“What’s that?”

“Your sun, moon, and rising signs.”

“How do I find that out?”

“Ugh,” you intone, “don’t worry about it, I’ll do it myself. What time were you born?”

Namjoon rattles off a time.

You grab your laptop. Pull up the page, type in Namjoon’s date of birth and birthplace, and wait. Then you’re staring at a circle with a bunch of lines in it that also don’t make a lick of sense to you. You roll your lips to keep from laughing and school your voice into something deadly serious. “Bad news: it says you’re a virgin.”

“Virgo,” Namjoon corrects, not taking the bait. “I already knew that.”

You scroll a little further down the page. “Your moon is in Sagittarius. Oh god, listen to this, they’ve got you pegged: ‘The greatest need is to always search for something. In order to feel safe you need a philosophy or belief’—”

“Haaa, that’s not—”

“—’You need to have a goal or mission that gives your life meaning. Your faith must be voluntary and it is a paradox that fighting against dogmas may lead you to other dogmas.’ Yeah, that’s you.”

“That could apply to anyone,” he argues. “There are seven-billion people on this planet; I’d imagine a sizable amount of them would say that also describes them.”

“Hm, sounds like your faith in astrology is not yet voluntary. Did you know you’re a Scorpio rising?”

“No. I’m sure you’re gonna tell me all about it, though.”

You smile. “Correct. ‘People with Scorpio on the Ascendant need to fight against dark and destructive power in their life.’ Is that true?”

“Yeah, you’re the dark and destructive power. You keep sidetracking me and we need to get to the point of the podcast.” He grabs the stack of papers Jungkook had given him. Looks more highlighter than paper, if you’re being honest. “I guess Jungkook thought we needed a lighthearted kind of day.”

“That was nice of him, considering what he gave us last week. I guess we’re allowed to have faith in humanity today.”

To your left, Jungkook scoffs.

“Alright,” Namjoon starts, putting on his Very Serious Podcast Guy voice, “first up we’ve got a question from one of our listeners in Canada. It says, ‘Hi, Piper and Namjoon. I recently agreed to go on a blind date with a friend of a friend. She said he was a bit old-fashioned but really talked him up so I thought I was in good hands—and then he showed up to get me in a ‘67 GTO and exclusively referred to me as doll. He didn’t use my name once. I’m torn, because he was really nice and I had a good time otherwise, but this is weird, right? Should I see him agai—’”

“No,” you interject.

“Can I finish?”

“You don’t have to. This guy sounds greasy.”

Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “And why is that?”

“Ignoring the fact that this guy has arguably one of the lamest classic cars around, he didn’t use their name once? Not once, in all the time they spent together? That’s really disrespectful.”

“Some people are just pet name people,” Namjoon argues.

“With absolute strangers, though? It’s really giving the impression that he didn’t even know it, not to mention some people are uncomfortable with pet names. The whole shtick is super lame.”

“I agree it sounds a bit misguided, but—”

Ignoring Namjoon, you say, “Sorry you had to go on a date with the ghost of less-cool James Dean. Into the garbage he goes.”

And, just like he’s done a million times before, Namjoon rolls his eyes and says, “If you really like this guy and want to see him again, a bit of communication will go a long way. Tell him the pet name made you uncomfortable—if it did—and offer to pick him up for the next date. I don’t think he’s completely destined for the garbage, yet.”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t have a license. You probably think a 1967 Pontiac GTO is the pinnacle of romance. That’s probably like picking someone up on a Specialized Aethos to you, eh?”

“That’s a fifteen-thousand dollar bike, I’ll have you know.”

You groan. “Oh my god.”

Ep: #183 - Namjoon is a Virgin

I think Namjoon had the right idea on this one. Sure, the car can be considered lame, but I think a lot of men are deeply insecure and therefore overcompensate when it comes to dating. Women are hard to impress when they have unlimited options. You have to stand out, so I’m glad he advocated for him. Piper can come off like such a misandrist sometimes. (-649) ↳ just shut up bro namjoon would fuckin hate u (+204) ↳ Imagine caring about something like this when they’re getting a cat together 🙄 (+19)

You think about the cat thing for nearly a week.

Adopting a cat is certainly not the worst idea you’ve ever had, and truth be told it’s been a little lonely, living by yourself. No more Yoongi in your space; no more Holly. So, having a new little friend around might do you some good.

It’s just—

It’s a big commitment, and there’s also the dog sitting-shaped elephant in the room. Ending things on good terms means you’re still Yoongi’s second-choice sitter whenever he has to go out of town, and while you love Holly dearly (the two of you had adopted him together, after all), he’s a lot like his father in a lot of ways.

Should I get a cat, you type out, and it’s only been in Yoongi’s inbox a few seconds before the most unflattering picture you’ve ever taken of him is flashing across your screen.

“Are you dying?” you ask, because Yoongi doesn’t call you for much else.

And you already know what his response is going to be. “We’re all dying.”

“Lighten up, Yoongi. One might say being so existentially nihilistic before noon causes wrinkles.”

There’s a split-second pause. “It’s nine p.m.”

“Sure, but it’s before tomorrow’s noon, so it still counts.”

“Whatever. Listen, before you adopt that cat, I need a favor.”

“You going out of town again?”

“Yeah. Shouldn’t be long, though. A week at the most, five days if I’m lucky.”

“That’s fine, bring him over whenever. Yijeong’s busy?”

This pause is far, far longer. “No,” comes Yoongi’s eventual response, but it’s slow. Unsure. A two-letter word has never taken so long to say in the history of ever. “He’s, uh. Coming with me?”

Oh, you think. This is where your ex awkwardly and hesitantly breaks the news of his new relationship. You’ve known this day was coming, and this is what you get for staying friends with him. “This is a fanfiction plot,” you accuse. “Hot, mysterious man moves into a gaudy apartment complex after ending a long-term relationship and meets his equally-hot and mysterious neighbor and they fall in love.”

“I—that’s not—my apartment is not gaudy.”

“Yes it is. There’s a giant gold bust of a weird bird in the lobby.”

“Weird bird?” he parrots. “It’s a swan.”

“I see you’re not denying the in-love-with-your-neighbor accusations.”

“Am I on trial?” Yoongi retorts, and it’s such a Yoongi thing to say when what he means is, is this okay? He means, are we able to talk about this without it being weird? He means, I won’t ever say as much out loud, but your acceptance means a lot to me, and I’d like for you to give me this.

So you lower your voice and soften the edges because it’s not really something to joke about, and you say, “No, of course you’re not on trial,” and Yoongi knows what you mean. “And if you were, you'd get locked up for fifty years. You can’t lie for shit.”

There’s a beat of silence before he clears his throat, mutters a thanks that is so quiet you almost don’t catch it. “Send me pictures of the cats.”

Later on, once you’re freshly-showered and tucked into bed with a candle and a book (Eloge de l’amour by Alain Badiou at Namjoon’s insistence and request), your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi—

Yoongi: toddler is a fucking hilarious name for a cat but so is flat Yoongi: it’s a tie for me You: Okay well pick one 🙄 Yoongi: yijeong says get both You: Both???? Is he paying my vet bills? Yoongi: kinda out of line to proposition him for money. flat is also good with dogs, js You: If he’s now being raised by you two, my perfect, well-behaved son is probably long gone. Does he even count as a dog anymore? Yoongi: me and yijeong both say fuck off Yoongi: holly too. he says he doesn’t miss you anymore and he’s not coming over now Yoongi has added Yijeong to the group Yoongi has changed the group name to #ThirdWheelChat Yijeong: Please don’t drag me into this. Also I did not say “fuck off” You have changed the group name to People Who Have Seen Yoongi Naked Yoongi: fuck you

You should’ve known something was going on with Jungkook, because it’d started like this:

(When you and Namjoon started the podcast three years ago, it was in the living room of his apartment.

Surrounded by books and plants. He loved to record in the afternoons back then—Namjoon loved to say it was because of his grad school schedule, but you’ve always suspected he just wanted to preen in the golden hour light, much like he’s doing now.

“Is this really necessary?” Jungkook whines from his spot on the couch. He’s already swindled Namjoon out of two bags of microwavable popcorn and three cans of sparkling water. “It’s a Saturday afternoon; I could be doing something so much more fun than this.”

Namjoon scoffs. “Are you saying this isn’t fun?”

“Yeah. It sucks, actually. This could’ve been an email.”

And because Namjoon is accomplished, mature, and absolutely incapable of not taking Jungkook’s bait, the space between his brows creases as he sends a murderous glare Jungkook’s way. “Stop eating my food, then. And drinking my drinks. And lounging on my couch like that—”

“I’m not lounging,” Jungkook argues.

“You’re manspreading all over the leather!”

“This is how I sit!”

“Well, knock it off! My couch is only for fun and people who think I’m fun!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “So you fuck on it?”

“What?”

“What other fun things could you possibly do on a couch?”

Namjoon blinks. “Watch… watch a movie?”

Jungkook groans, throws himself backwards against the pillows as if he’s suffering a Victorian ailment. “Jesus. No wonder you can’t score a second date.”

“Okay, that was a little uncalled for. There are a ton of reasons a person might not want a second date, and no one is obligated to go out with me—”

“Uh-huh. Anyway—”

You clear your throat. Try to hide your own can of seltzer you’d taken from Namjoon’s fridge in the midst of his and Jungkook’s bickering. “Not trying to be rude, but I have an appointment at the shelter at three. If, y’know. You wouldn’t mind speeding this up a little.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course—”

“Oh, so you’ll speed this up for her but not—”

Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “She,” he begins, jerking his thumb in your direction, “isn’t needlessly complaining and actually has someplace to be.”)

It was just a quick little rendezvous in Namjoon’s living room to come up with a rough draft for the following month’s episodes. He couldn’t do it over text because he’d fallen down the steps at his office and landed on his ass on the corner of a step and his phone had been in his back pocket. Cracked clean in half. And he couldn’t do it over email because he—rightfully—knew Jungkook would ignore them because he has his inbox set up to send all of Namjoon’s personal emails to the trash.

But Jungkook holds onto things like that. Grudges. Loves to let Namjoon think bygones are bygones and pop up a few days later with some evil scheme. Hence:

“What is this?”

Jungkook smirks. Rocks back on his heels. “It’s fanfiction.”

“I can see that, but… why?”

This is where Jungkook shines: the ominous, cheshire cat grin; the aw, shucks demeanor that gaslights Namjoon into thinking Jungkook couldn’t possibly be fucking with him. “Well, you were having trouble coming up with ideas for episodes, and there’s an email in there from someone whose partner reads really expli—”

“Jungkook, this is fanfiction about me.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. Of all the weird shit you’ve seen on the internet (and there’s been a lot), fanfiction of people you know—your friends—was something you’d managed to escape. Probably by virtue of not knowing anyone famous enough to warrant fanfiction being written about them.

But you should’ve known. You really, really should’ve known.

“Oh my god?”

You’re not sure who says it. Could be you or Namjoon, but the sentiment is the same. He mouths a what the fuck at you that’s met with a shrug. You’re in uncharted territory now, too. “Where did you even find this?” you ask, taking the stack of papers from Namjoon. “And why did you print it out?”

“Because I’m going to track down whoever wrote it and get them to autograph it. Then I’m going to buy a nice frame and hang it on the wall behind him, so we never forget this historical moment in Place Him Gently in the Garbage lore.”

“It’s a podcast,” Namjoon deadpans, “how can it have lore? And how much lore can there possibly be?”

“It’s the internet,” you concede. “The lore possibilities are endless. Don’t tempt them.”

Jungkook nods sagely, well-versed in the degeneracy of the internet. “Yeah, that’s how you end up with shit like 4chan.”

“4chan? There’s Space Jam porn on there.”

As the youngest, all Jungkook can do is roll his eyes. “Sometimes explaining this shit to you feels like trying to teach old people how to rotate PDFs—”

Namjoon scoffs. “I’m not that bad. I know how to rotate a PDF.”

Wow, Jungkook mouths. “Anyway, back to the fanfiction—”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Namjoon interjects. He looks at you. “It’s weird, right? Like, it’s weird that people have written this about us?”

About us.

Your scope of the world narrows to the size of a pinhead. It’d just been about Namjoon before. This is fanfiction about me, he’d said, and you hadn’t been included in that. Now it’s written about us and you’re included.

“I—what?”

“It’s about us,” Namjoon repeats.

Jungkook rolls his lips. “It’s about the two of you fucking, to be specific.”

“Can you not—”

“Fucking a lot,” Jungkook continues. “So much fucking.”

Namjoon looks at you, and it’s all you can do to keep from laughing. The look on his face is pure bewilderment, both that Jungkook has cooked up this idea and is hell-bent on executing it and that he remains employed. And maybe it’s a little bit of nerves, too, because neither of you are ignorant of the risks. Reading fanfiction about yourselves—about the two of you as a couple, specifically, or at least two people who have sex—is weird. Not something you can unread.

And maybe it’s because you’re so determined to not make it weird that you send Namjoon a cheeky, exaggerated wink, shrug your shoulders, and say, “I’ll need a couple drinks, but I’m down.”

Jungkook throws his head back and cackles wildly, and that look of bewilderment on Namjoon’s face morphs into something else. Trepidation, maybe; definitely disbelief, because sometimes he lets himself get swept away in Jungkook’s schemes, but it’s rare that you follow suit.

As Jungkook continues to laugh, you wonder if you should’ve said no.

Namjoon has two stipulations: the two of you have to film the episode completely alone, and he, too, needs to be a little drunk.

The latter? Piece of cake, considering Namjoon has become some sort of whiskey aficionado in recent years. His drinking is streamlined and to the point—he knows exactly how much and what to drink to get him where he wants to be. You can’t say he isn’t efficient.

The former, though? Borderline impossible. From the second Namjoon states his terms, Jungkook is having none of it. Argues that he’s the one who found the story and the one who cleared it with the author, so he deserves to witness the fruits of his labor.

“No,” Namjoon repeats for the nth time, “no way. I’ll barely be able to do this with just her, let alone both of you.”

And that—that doesn’t bother you, right? You force a laugh, because why would it bother you?

There are few secrets between you and Namjoon, except your respective sex lives have been staunchly off-limits. Namjoon could be a virgin for all you know, and as you study him—the way he keeps bobbing his leg, the slight shake in his hands—you wonder if that’s the reason he’s being so weird about this.

It’s just a story.

Fiction.

Most people don’t have to worry about someone writing stories about them fucking their friends. If they do, you reckon even less actually read them. So, sure, it’s a little strange, but people from all over the world send in stranger stuff all the time, don’t they? It’s literally the reason you’re in this predicament.

Eventually Jungkook agrees. His whining has gotten him nowhere, so he just throws up his hands. Posts a cryptic little “u guys won’t believe what the next patreon ep is lmao” that sends the internet into a frenzy. Doubles your Patreon numbers almost immediately, and both you and Namjoon do a good job of pretending the pressure isn’t overwhelming.

Jesus. You have to read explicit fanfiction about yourselves. On camera.

Namjoon gets caught up with work and isn’t available until the weekend, so you’re forced to sit with the nerves for a few days. Not too bad at first, but you’re nearly coming out of your skin by Thursday with the need to know. You’re well-versed in the world of fanfiction, but this is fanfiction about you: your name, your likeness, maybe even your personality.

What will they know of Namjoon, though?

Will they get it right, the way he looks with his jaw clenched? How impossibly deep his voice can go, both when it’s raspy with sleep and when he’s fully at ease? Will the Namjoon in the story be closer to the Namjoon you know, or the version of himself he presents to the public?

And you’ve known him a long time—long enough that there are few secrets between you, but you don’t know the most intimate parts. All the parts the internet loves to speculate on. All the little gaps that, apparently, need to be filled in by fanfiction.

Will they know what Namjoon looks like when he gets off?

No, you scold yourself, jerking awkwardly like you’ve been burned, and neither will you.

Because you are not going to think about this. Your thoughts are not going to go there. Namjoon is your friend, and you’ve listened to him scold an endless amount of men on the podcast for exactly this behavior. Sexualizing their friends. You’re not going to do it, too.

Maybe that’s why you’re kind of seeing double when it comes time to record. Namjoon needed an extra shot and offered you one as well. You’d necked it without a second thought and now you’re here, trying to ignore the slight tilt of the room as Namjoon adjusts the camera.

“How’s the shot look?” he asks, gesturing vaguely behind him at his laptop screen because Jungkook had refused to lend you his fancy cameras if he wasn’t allowed to be involved.

It’s a completely normal question.

It’s a question you’ve asked and answered a million times.

Except—there’s something horribly distracting about Namjoon in this moment. The outline of his back muscles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The way the sleeves are tight around his biceps. He’s always been a gym rat, always carries around a protein shake that smells and looks completely foul, but you can’t remember it ever being this obvious.

And you take too long to answer, because Namjoon straightens up just enough to send you a concerned look. Which does not help. You are not imagining what else might cause his brows to pinch like that, what might have his lips parting, have sweat dotting his hairline.

You swallow. Hard.

“Looks fine,” you manage to say. He’s still staring. Are you on fire? You feel like you’re on fire, which would make sense. Would explain Namjoon’s sweating and concerned stare and the fact that he cannot stop staring at you. “Maybe a tiny bit to the right if we’re being picky,” you tack on, hoping it’ll break whatever spell the two of you are ensnared in.

It works. “To the—the right, yeah, makes sense,” he rambles.

He moves it an inch to the left.

—

Things are tense, to say the least.

Recording hasn’t been this awkward since your first episode, or maybe ever. You’re sat across from one another like you always are, and usually Namjoon would be making quip after quip by now, talking endlessly until Jungkook shushed him long enough to get the intro filmed. Now, there’s just silence.

“Should we…?” Namjoon startles. Bangs his knee on the underside of the table and drops a string of curses. “Sorry, are you—”

“I’m fine,” he says, cutting you off. He gestures vaguely toward the camera. “I’ll just… yeah.”

Showtime.

You wipe your hands on your jeans, unsure of when they got so damp. Unsure of when you’d grown so nervous, too, because you’d been fine an hour ago. Had strolled in with two cups of tea and a little too much confidence, giddy at what you were about to do.

Maybe the nerves had shown up alongside the alcohol. This sounds reasonable, and you do not, under any circumstance or for any reason, think about Namjoon’s back. Or his biceps.

Namjoon makes it through the intro, dimples deep and wide as he smiles, and you also don’t think about the way his voice cracks and gets a little breathy when he introduces you. It’s only because he’d been drinking, and the flush on his cheeks attests to that. The same flush that creeps down his neck, still a little sweaty; disappears beneath the hemline of his shirt.

“—Jungkook had. Right, Piper?”

Now it’s your turn to startle, and there’s not much you can do to hide the obvious except ask Namjoon to redo the shot. Because it’s bad enough the internet already overanalyzes every move you make, every word choice, every instance you’ve stared at Namjoon a second longer than they thought you would—this is a blatant display of… affectedness.

“Sorry,” you say, “I wasn't paying attention. Can we redo it?”

You’re expecting a playful scolding. A ha ha, get it together, because that’s what you usually get. But there’s nothing aside from Namjoon studying you and nodding. Asking if you’re okay. Saying, “Is this—this is weird, right? Is it too weird? Maybe we shouldn’t—”

An out. Namjoon is giving you an out, and you should take it, you know you should take it, so there’s absolutely no reason at all you shake your head and say, “No, no, it’s fine! I think I’m just a little, uh. Drunk?”

“Are you sure? We can—”

“It’s fine, Joon,” you insist. “Besides, it’ll be good content, right?”

“Good content,” he parrots. “Yeah, for sure.” He fidgets in his seat, runs his hands down the span of his thighs. Very, very thick thighs. “I’ll grab us some water.”

You faceplant onto the table as soon as he’s out of the room. When did his thighs get so thick?

But the water helps. Cures whatever strange, insatiable thirst has come over you, because you feel much more human after a few glasses. Less drunk, too, which makes sense. Yoongi could barely escape your drunken, horny wrath when the two of you were together, so you chalk it up to a Pavlovian response.

Namjoon does the intro again. Introduces you strong and steady, not a hint of nerves, and explains, with a fresh blush taking over his upper body, what the episode’s going to be about. “Someone wrote fanfiction about us,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck. “It’s, uh, pretty explicit. Jungkook thought it’d be funny if we read it.”

You snort. “He might get fired, depending on how this goes.”

“He should get fired regardless,” Namjoon deadpans. “Anyway, we have permission from the author to read this so don’t come after us, and, as always, we’ll put all the credits in the video description.”

“Special shoutout to Jungkook, though, who was not allowed to be here with us for this momentous occasion.”

Namjoon laughs. “I’m sure he’s having plenty of fun at home.” You both pause. “That’s not—I’m not implying anything with that! I just meant—you know, like. He’s hanging out and enjoying his day off.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Moving on. I have two copies of this. Do you want your own?”

You grin, wicked and wide. “Nah, just read it to me.”

“Making me do all the work,” he huffs. “Typical.”

“There’s a stack of papers in front of you that might say otherwise.”

It’s clear you catch him off-guard. He cocks an eyebrow, opens and shuts his mouth a few times like a goldfish. An obvious question sits on the tip of his tongue: You think you’d be in charge? Instead he coughs, jerks his head to the side, and says, “I guess we’ll see.”

It sounds like a challenge.

Thirty seconds is all you get before Namjoon’s shuffling his stack of papers and clearing his throat. Asking if you’re ready and jumping right into it once you say you are. Reads the first few lines like they’re some old lecture notes, and they’re conservative and safe-for-work enough that you start to relax.

And then Namjoon reads, “A louder one wonders if Namjoon is a pet name person—if he’d call her ‘honey,’ or ‘gummy bear,’ ‘babe,’ or ‘baby,’” and you choke.

“Gummy bear?”

Namjoon laughs along with you—the weird one that almost sounds like a dog panting. “You want me to call you gummy bear?”

“I want you to call me a Lyft,” you snark. “I’m leaving.”

He continues:

And that’s how it starts, wandering thoughts, wandering fingers—the first time Piper comes to the thought of Namjoon calling her baby, pushing inside her, showing her that he definitely doesn’t beg, but she does… Well, she’s a little ashamed. She’s apparently got a reputation to maintain, anyway, not to mention a friendship.

His eyes leave the paper and lock onto you. “Or maybe you’d prefer baby?”

“Fuck off.”

Weeks after that first time, it’s become a habit, thinking about Namjoon as something more than a friend. It’s confusing and a little mortifying and it’s starting to affect her in ways she hadn’t expected. When they record, she feels fidgety—she’s jumpy when he gets close, has all the stupid obvious tells of an unwanted crush: her breath hitches when he whispers (why the fuck is he whispering in her ear, anyway? Doesn’t he know what that does to a person?) inside jokes to her so Jungkook can’t hear, her heart rate spikes when their fingers accidentally brush, she feels itchy and hot and a little embarrassed whenever he holds eye contact with her. It’s terrible, and it’s only made worse by the way he’s doing all of those things more than usual. Or, at least she thinks he is, thinks she’s not imagining the way his eyes linger on her more than she can remember happening before or the way she’s caught him staring at her lips when she chews on the end of her pencil mindlessly. 

You’ve completely forgotten how to breathe.

Namjoon’s staring again. You need to salvage this. He’s only on paragraph three and you’re already squirming in your chair and imagining things that are not appropriate. So you roll your lips, return his teasing. “Well? Do you stare at my lips?”

It works. “No,” he scowls.

“You sure?” you joke, morphing your face into something half-pout, half-duck face.

“We’re never gonna finish this if you keep making comments.”

“You started it,” you point out. “Go on, then.”

There’s some dialogue. Some prose that hits way too close to home, has you wondering who on earth wrote this and how they plucked every single thought from deep within your psyche. A pang of fear that maybe you haven’t been as subtle as you’d thought all these years. A moment to confirm to yourself that, no, you haven’t been harboring a secret, deeply-buried crush on Namjoon.

Then he reads—

And then he kisses her. It’s greedy and hot, his lips like a branding iron. She moans a little against her better judgment when he licks at the seam of her mouth, and in return, she can feel Namjoon’s lips curve into a smile against her own. It’s better than she’d been imagining it, really. He’s a good kisser—firm at the right times, soft when she needs it, careful but not cautious. He holds her jaw with one hand and keeps her right where he wants her beneath him (as if she’d want to move, anyway).  When their lips finally part, he rests his forehead on hers. It’s intimate in a way she hadn’t expected, and he looks at her as if she’s the answer to every question. Finally, he whispers, “What’re we doing, Piper?” His lips are still wet and pink and a little swollen from kissing, and she barely hears the question—she’s too busy thinking about kissing him again, about pulling his plump bottom lip between her teeth, teasing and…  “Kissing,” she says finally.  “What do you want?” he asks, sinking to his knees in front of her. And if that alone isn’t an answer to his question… “Whatever you’re willing to give,” she replies. It feels like she’s wanted this forever, this and so much more. Once she got the idea in her head, it’s hard to know if she ever felt differently, ever truly thought they could just be friends. Or, if in the back of her mind, in the dark corners that she never lets see daylight, she always knew she wanted Namjoon. Always knew she loved him.

—and everything goes right out the fucking window.

Namjoon sits with those words for a moment. Scans the paper in his hands and frowns a little when he confirms what you already know. “The rest is, uh. Porn.”

“That is why we’re here.”

“Last chance to back out.”

“I’m not scared,” you lie. “Are you? You’re the one who keeps stalling.”

He huffs. “You’re a pain in my ass,” he retorts, and then nothing is all that funny anymore.

Because Namjoon was right: the rest is straight-up porn. He’s barely able to read the part where he goes down on you with a straight face, turning a deep shade of crimson. Stutters through the part where you pull his hair, and that is not something you needed to know about your friend. You think he loses his grasp of language entirely when he reads, “When he slides a long finger into her and brushes past her most sensitive spot, she arches into him and lets his name fall from her lips in a soft cry. Piper, notorious skeptic, is a babbling, trembling mess as she gets closer to her orgasm,” because all the words are garbled together, producing nothing but gibberish. You think he’s ready to keel over and die when he reads, “Namjoon pulls away briefly, lips slick with her juices, and licks over his top one, pausing to tell her how good she tastes before he dives back in.”

“That was nice of them to include. I appreciate their attention to detail in regards to my personal hygiene.”

“This is so embarrassing,” he whines.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “Gimme. I’ll finish it.” He hands over the papers immediately.

Except you regret it immediately. The words you’re staring at are not words you ever thought you’d read or recite in your entire life. Not even for a million dollars. “Oh,” you say instead.

“See? Not as easy as it looks.”

“This is really embarrassing,” you confirm. “I might need another shot.”

“Y-yeah. Alcohol sounds good.”

Namjoon staggers forward obligingly, looks completely fucked out and pliant, willing to do whatever she asks. She remembers the sounds he made when she pulled his hair, wonders if he likes being bossed around, if he wants her to tell him what to do, to be a little mean to him. Maybe it’s different from her dreams, maybe he will beg her. She wants him so badly, she’d do anything for him. So, she pulls his briefs down to expose his absurdly large member, already mostly hard, and slaps it. Gently at first to see how he’ll react, and when he shudders and jerks his hips, she does it again, a little harder. “Look at you,” she whispers, “such a needy boy.”  He whimpers at that, eyes pleading. “Please, Piper…” he whines.   “Please what?” “Please let me fuck you,” he begs. She wants to, wants him so much, wants to feel him stretch her open, and from the looks of his cock, thick and long and drooling with precum, he could. “Should I?” she asks. She musters all her confidence to keep the condescending tone up. It feels wrong given how desperate she is to get him inside her, but it also seems to be getting him worked up and equally as desperate. “Do you even know what to do with that big, stupid cock?”  Namjoon’s cock twitches, and he begs, “I—I’ll fuck you so good, Piper…. I know how, I promise. Just… please?”

“Oh my god,” the two of you say in unison.

You so badly want to ask if this is biographical. How Namjoon feels about a little degradation; what he’d do if someone actually called his cock stupid. Ifsomeone has called his cock stupid. You dare a glance at him and conclude that someone’s had to. Namjoon just has that kind of energy.

But you can’t ask because it’d be weird, so you keep reading.

“How do you want me?” she asks softly when their lips part. There’s a wild look in his eyes, like he’s processing all the possible options out of everything he’s considered. And then it occurs to her. “Have you imagined this before? Thought about how you’d fuck me?” she teases him as she stands, stepping into him. Piper pushes one hand through his hair, brushing it back off of his forehead and wraps her other around his dick, squeezing a little for emphasis on her words. “Yes,” he groans as she strokes him, thumbing at the head of his cock. “Tell me what you want, then. Want me on all fours for you? Want me to show you how it’s done, to let you lay back and ride you so you don’t have to put in any work?” Namjoon’s breathing is getting heavy, pupils blown wider with each suggestion. 

“I told you!” you shriek, laughing in between the words. “I told you I’d…” And then your gloating tapers off, because what happens next has your brain malfunctioning.

“All of that,” he whines as she lets go of his hair and brings her hand down to run a fingertip over his perineum. “Want all of that. Want to bend you over the table and fuck you right here. Hear your sounds in the microphone.” Even in her dirtiest thoughts about him, she hadn’t considered the microphone, hadn’t considered recording it. When she thinks about it though, it makes sense. Namjoon is exactly the kind of person that would get off to someone’s voice. So, she does. She makes a show of turning around and slowly bending over the table, sliding her upper body across it carefully until she can reach her microphone and turn it on. When she says into it, “What’re you waiting for?” she sees over her shoulder the way that Namjoon shivers.

This is… not good. You’re never going to be able to look at a microphone the same way, which is extremely not good for a person who supplements their income with a very popular podcast that requires them to speak into a microphone for extended periods of time.

This is very, very bad.

Namjoon must be thinking the same, because he lets out a strangled a-haaa that’s less of a laugh and more a plea to God, the gods, the entire gamut of higher powers that might be able to save him. No one’s going to, you think, staring down at the paper again. This godless piece of fanfiction will be preserved on the internet forever, will be seared into your mind forever, and no amount of praying is going to erase it.

“I should, uh. Just read the rest, yeah? Get it over with?”

“Mhm. Yep. Yes, please.”

Don’t say please, you almost say. You can’t take it; not after what you’ve just read.

So you put on a show. Steel your expression and your nerves and take it seriously. Use voices and sound effects and desperately try to stave off the awkwardness you know is inevitable because a smut fic is probably only going to end one way, and that’s with you acting out Namjoon having an orgasm.

Maybe you’ll have another one, too, if the author is nice.

It’s sweet, she thinks, the way he’s easy for her, takes his time with her. Strokes his fingertips along her sides and kisses the back of her neck reverently. As much as she loves it, part of her hopes he’s not always like this—hopes he’ll give as good as he takes, hopes he’ll put her in her place. She can feel his cock hard against the cleft of her ass, not even inside her yet, and still, she thinks about next time and the time after that. “Still okay?” He breathes into her ear as his tip rubs against her cunt.  “Yeah—want you, Joon.”  “Never thought I’d hear you say those words.”  “I never thought you’d record them,” she teases, eyes glancing up to the flashing light showing the mic picking up all of this as he starts his slow slide into her.  Piper falls even further forward when he bottoms out, letting her forehead rest on the table. He’s whispering filth in her ear, about how he has something to prove, how she’ll never want anyone after this, how no one can fuck her the way he does.  She hates that he’s right.  Each stroke brings a new sensation: sparklers, butterflies, nerve endings on fire as he fucks into her and licks and sucks at her neck, her shoulders, her ear. Piper can’t even think, and this is what people mean when they talk about being fucked stupid, she decides.  It’s perfect.  Every time she thinks she’s getting close again, he changes something: fucks her a little shallower, moves his hips just a little, slows down, speeds up… It’s driving her crazy.  “Come on,” she whines. “I’m so close…” At least she can tell he is, too. No longer able to sustain the dirty talk, he’s breathing heavily, letting out broken moans and sighs of her name. He’s moving rhythmically now, thrusts consistently faster.  “Oh, fuck, Piper,” he groans, “Gonna cum.” One of his hands finds her clit and he rubs careful circles over her, bringing her to her peak along with him, no more teasing.  When she comes, it’s with a loud moan into the studio mic, and that seems to be what tips Namjoon over the edge, too. His hips stutter into hers as he comes, her cunt clenching around him for what feels like forever.

You deserve an award, you think. An Oscar. You didn’t even groan when you had to read the word “cunt,” and that’s a feat in and of itself.

“Is it over?” Namjoon asks, words muffled by the hands covering his face.

“Not quite,” you answer. “There’s some aftercare, and at the end you ask if I’ll piss on you.”

Namjoon gags. “I asked you what—”

“Today’s episode has been brought to you by Stamps-dot-com—”

HOLY SHIT THE NEW PATREON EPISODE???????? Posted by u/pod-shipper 4 minutes ago NO WAY. NOOOOOOO FUCKING WAY DUDE THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY THEY DID THIS AS AN ACTUAL EPISODE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT HTE FUCK WHAT EHTU FKF DFGLKDG;L (+705) I wasn’t sure if they were messing around before, and I was quite critical of the “shippers,” but now I’m pretty convinced. (+423) ↳ we’ve been telling y’all for YEARS 😤 (+197) ↳ Glad you’ve seen the light, u/RandomAcorn2058! (+5) ↳ ugh. they weren’t messing around before and they aren’t messing around now. do you guys not listen to what they say? namjoon’s been dating, and piper got out of a six-year relationship just over a year ago. if they’ve had something going on for “years” that means they’re both cheaters, and that’s a really shitty thing to assume about them. not to mention it makes the entire point of the podcast moot. (-63) Why do you guys think Jungkook “wasn’t allowed” to be there? (+314) ↳ So they could fuck lmao it’s so obvious (+329) ↳ because it’s awkward af? would you wanna read porn about yourself w all your coworkers in the room? (+2) ↳ the “it’s awkward” excuse is sooooo lame he’s the one who found it and is the one who edited the episode, he’s gonna see it regardless. (+15) ↳ Tbh I’m more curious about how he even found it to begin with? Do they have a throuple thing going on? Like, why was he looking for smut fic about his bosses? (+38)

You do not get through recording unscathed.

You are very scathed. Perhaps the most scathed a person has ever been.

Jungkook texts the group chat sporadically throughout the week, cracking jokes and making memes at your and Namjoon’s expense which is par for the course and shouldn’t have you off-kilter, but something inside you feels deeply wrong. Feels like someone’s given you devastating news; feels like it used to back in uni when you knew you’d failed an exam and were just waiting to see how badly.

It both helps and doesn’t that the internet is so invested. All the clips Jungkook keeps posting have re-doubled your Patreon numbers, and jumping up a tax bracket never hurt anyone, you included. But all of those jokes and memes largely went unanswered by both you and Namjoon, still too close to the incident to find the humor in it from the other side.

The two of you had sex.

Not literally, of course, but you figure you might as well have with the way you’re feeling. The way you’re avoiding one another. Someone wrote a story about the two of you having sex and you both read it and something about that, days later, feels really fucking unsettling.

In a bad way? You aren’t sure. It’s not like you’re mad or upset or any other synonym. You just feel… off. Itchy from the inside out, and that’s far from the norm in your and Namjoon’s friendship. In all the years you’ve known one another, you’ve never once avoided each other, including the time you’d set him up with a close friend and he showed up 45 minutes late to their date and ghosted after.

(Unsurprisingly, that friendship had not lasted.)

Maybe it’s because Yoongi had always been there as a buffer. You aren’t of the belief that men and women cannot be platonic friends, but being in a years-long committed relationship nixed a lot of awkward interactions and assumptions off the bat. Even Namjoon had known Yoongi first. Had introduced himself to you in your shared 100-level psych course with a, “Hey, you’re Min Yoongi’s girlfriend, right?” because they ran in the same underground circles and Namjoon had idolized him from afar for years.

Pretty fucked up, then, that Yoongi’s off in Los Angeles with his hot new boyfriend and you’re on your couch, Holly at your feet, pointedly ignoring your texts.

“I’m gonna get a cat,” you say to the dog, trying to redirect his attention when he starts chewing on your sock again. Holly doesn’t offer any input, of course, and he’s a lot like his father in that way. “I can’t believe you have a stepfather. You’re a proper child of divorce now, Min Holly.”

There are a pile of unread texts you continue to ignore in lieu of showing Holly pictures of adoptable cats. A few more memes from Jungkook, one from Namjoon’s new phone asking to move the recording date a few days because “something came up at work,” one from the food delivery service you admittedly use too much offering 10% off your next order, and two from Yoongi. This reminded me of you, the first one says beneath a picture of an ice cream cone on the ground, and another one of him holding a water gun that says send me a picture of my son or else.

You eventually reply back with a picture of your middle finger, Holly nothing but a blurred brown blob in the corner of the frame.

That’s how it goes for the better part of a week. Namjoon’s work issue lasts four days. He doesn’t offer an explanation and you don’t ask for one, you just wait for the all-clear text and try to quiet the nerves once you get it.

You’ve never been nervous to see Namjoon before.

The more popular the podcast became, the more money rolled in. The more money that rolled in, the more you could afford nicer things. That meant going from recording in Namjoon’s living room to a bona fide office space. Third floor, an expanse of windows and natural light, thirty-five minute commute by train.

Today, it feels more like thirty-five seconds.

You can hear Jungkook’s witch cackle from the stairwell, and your mind fills in the blanks of Namjoon’s exasperated sigh. It helps, your brain reminding you that you know these people. You know this is Jungkook’s late gym day, so he’ll be in a pair of sweats and a hoodie that drowns his frame. You know that when Namjoon has work issues and feels like an inconvenience, he always shows up with two boxes of baked goods from the bakery near his place, and you know both of them will save the best donut for you.

So you walk in and Jungkook’s in a hoodie and sweats just like you expect him to be, and there are two boxes of baked goods next to the coffee machine. Both of them say hello and wave and, for all intents and purposes, everything is normal.

Except it isn’t.

Because Namjoon looks… different.

Not in a bad way. Not in a bad way. He almost always dresses nicely, always looks polished and put-together, usually because he’s either going to or coming from campus—fitted shirts, either of the tee or dress variety, and earth-toned cardigans; tailored trousers that are sometimes corduroy; polished loafers. Sometimes, if he’s feeling extra casual, a stark white pair of tennis shoes.

Today, he wears none of those things.

No, today torture comes in the form of form-fitting jeans and a t-shirt a little oversized so he can roll the sleeves. His hair is brushed back off his face instead of parted down the middle. He’s wearing gold jewelry that glints in the sun. A pair of off-white Converse high-tops. And, much to your horror, he’s also wearing his glasses.

According to the internet, Kim Namjoon is peak husband material, which you can usually ignore, but not when he’s wearing glasses.

You avert your gaze, convinced you’ll burst into flames if you stare too long, not to mention Jungkook will notice and that’s a ribbing you’d rather die than take. So you avert your gaze and pointedly ignore Namjoon, who’s talking about his work crisis to no one in particular. Something about a co-worker going on an unexpectedly early paternity leave, and Namjoon being asked to cover some of his courses until they could find a more permanent fix.

Jungkook asks a question you don’t catch. Because paternity leave means his co-worker and his partner had a baby, presumably via old-fashioned methods, and it’s not a direct mention of sex but it’s close enough to send you into a coughing fit you have to blame on your donut. Neither of them buy it, but Namjoon is a good enough person to look genuinely concerned. Reaches out, probably to slap your back, but the thought of him touching you is just… too much.

So he barely gets out an, “Are you o—” before you choke down whatever’s left in your mouth and cut him off with a, “Yep, all good!” before you’re scurrying off to the opposite side of the room like a little rat.

It doesn’t get any better.

Both of you are so stilted and awkward during recording that Jungkook has to be the voice of reason and call it, suggest trying again tomorrow. Luckily he has enough b-side stuff he can release if need be, Namjoon’s work emergency providing a decent cover, and he sends the two of you home for the afternoon with all the exasperation and incredulity of a disappointed parent.

Thirty-five minutes back home.

Thirty-five minutes to sit in the embarrassment of not being able to do your job. Thirty-five minutes to catastrophize and wonder what you’re going to do if you can’t get it together. Namjoon will keep the podcast, of course; you’ll be replaced with someone else. Maybe someone less cynical, maybe someone more, but undoubtedly a man. After this mess, you can’t imagine Namjoon would want another female co-host.

But as embarrassed as you are, your traitorous brain keeps thinking about Namjoon.

Thirty-five minutes to think about his glasses and his rolled-up sleeves and the way the denim of his jeans contoured perfectly to his thighs. Thirty-five minutes to think about, “Please let me fuck you,” he begs. Thirty-five minutes to squeeze your thighs together and overanalyze the way he stumbled over his words today; how he could barely make eye contact. Thirty-five minutes to draft a dozen resignation texts and delete them all.

You groan, head thunking against the train window. You’ll take a cold shower as soon as you get home.

That’ll cure you.

You get home and walk Holly so long he gives up halfway through and you have to carry him back to your apartment. You take a cold shower and actually find it pleasant once the initial shock wears off, so it doesn’t work to keep all your rogue Namjoon thoughts at bay. You make a simple dinner and don’t think about Namjoon sitting you on the counter and having his way with you. You tuck yourself into bed far too early and consider going back to therapy, because clearly something very, very bad has happened to your psyche.

Needless to say, nothing cures you.

But it’s a new day, and you’re determined to get your shit together. Yesterday was a fluke, because you’re so normal and so capable of being in the same room as Kim Namjoon.

Except—you’re not.

Jungkook’s there when you arrive, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Barely looks up at you to say hello, and barely returns it when you do. You double-check the time, because you can count on two fingers the amount of times you’ve shown up and Namjoon wasn’t already there, jotting down extensively-detailed notes, circling and highlighting and chasing down Jungkook to ask questions.

“Where’s Namjoon?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Dunno. Not here.”

You roll your eyes. “Super helpful, thanks.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes right back. “You don’t pay me enough to also be his handler.”

You bite your tongue. Arguing with Jungkook means you’ve already lost the war. Not worth it. But it still eases your worries a bit that he doesn’t know any more than you do. That Namjoon hadn’t only texted him to say why he was running late because he didn’t want to—or couldn’t—talk to you.

So you wait. And you wait and you wait and you wait. Jungkook lets you talk to people on his dating apps and tells you about his new gym routine until your eyes are glazing over. Orders food delivery for the two of you because he gets hungry after an hour and had already eaten what was left of the snacks before you arrived. Cracks a joke that isn’t really a joke about calling the police, because Namjoon still hasn’t shown up and he hasn’t said anything and none of your texts are showing as delivered.

You’re halfway to hour two when the office door bursts open and Namjoon stumbles through, soaked with sweat and stammering over apologies.

“I am so sor—I broke my phone again so my alarm never went off and then I missed my bus? And apparently they’re not running the regular bus schedule today so the next one was a half-hour wait, but then I…”

You don’t catch the rest, because Namjoon is covered in sweat and breathing heavily and a week ago you could’ve survived this. A week ago you would’ve cracked a joke and handed him a towel and told him to get to work. A week ago you would not have been paralyzed in your seat, transfixed on the sweat rolling down the side of his neck.

You are fucked beyond belief.

Jungkook elbows you in the ribs, bringing you back to reality. “...even paying attention?” You startle, face warming in embarrassment. Namjoon still isn’t looking at you. “This is so sad to watch,” Jungkook mumbles, and thankfully it’s only loud enough for you to hear. “Like some stupid shit you only see in nature documentaries.”

Well, you can’t really argue with that, now can you?

But you’re a professional above all, so you hum an acknowledgment and take your regular seat. Pointedly ignore Jungkook. Wait for Namjoon to assume his position as well, and you’re surprised to see the space in front of him empty. No notes. No script. There’s just… nothing.

“Are you okay?” you ask, gesturing to the space in front of him when he seems confused. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a stack of notes in front of you.”

“I forgot them.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that, either.”

Your tone is light and airy, not at all accusing or confrontational, but Namjoon’s jaw clenches nonetheless. He scoffs, fires a shitty little, “Were you not paying attention when I was talking about what a horrible fucking morning I’ve had?” at you that makes even Jungkook flinch. A few moments of stunned silence, and then, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, that was rude—”

“Yeah, it was,” you agree, and all of a sudden you feel too big for your body. Feel like there are ants beneath your skin, feel like everything is wrong, and you don’t want to be here anymore. “It’s fine. Let’s just—”

Namjoon looks like he wants to argue, but he just sighs and says, “I—yeah, okay.”

This is where Namjoon would usually launch into the intro, a dimpled smile already plastered on his face that’d drop as he discussed another failed first date with that brand of self-deprecation that makes him so endearing. This is where he’d say what have you been up to, Pipe, and you’d try not to groan because how hard could it possibly be to add one more letter, another syllable, but Namjoon seems incapable of it. This is the part that, for three years, has been seamless and easy and instinctual, just two friends having a conversation.

There’s a red light on your microphones that indicates you’re recording. It’s on and it mocks you, because Namjoon is not doing the intro or telling you about a failed date. He doesn’t use that cringey nickname. He doesn’t say anything at all. His mouth opens and shuts and no words come out. What’s worse is that you know exactly why he can’t speak, because you’re thinking about it, too.

“So, uh,” you begin, and Jungkook makes a gagging sound from behind you. “Come here often?”

Namjoon ignores you. “Right, right, the intro…” He sucks in a breath. “Welcome back to another episode of Put Him in the Trash, I’m—”

“Joon—”

“Namjoon, and my co-host here is—”

“Joon, that’s not—”

“Piper. Wait, why are you looking at me like that?”

“That’s not the name of our podcast.”

“Huh?”

“You said Put Him in the Trash.” Namjoon just blinks. “It’s Place Him Gently in the Garbage.”

“Is it? Since when?”

“Since forever?”

He looks at Jungkook, who is hiding behind his hands. “Is she right?”

A beat of silence. “I can’t do this,” he half-shouts, half-whines. “Are you two going to be like this forever? Because if you are, I’m quitting. I’m so serious. I’m gonna quit. I can’t take it anymore. The two of you are insufferable.” Another beat of silence, before Jungkook stands at full height and lords over you and Namjoon. “Forget today. Just go home and try again on Monday. This is so—I’m seriously gonna quit.”

Yoongi comes on Saturday afternoon to pick up Holly.

Yijeong isn’t with him, which is almost disappointing. Now that he’s dating again, you were looking forward to seeing just how awkward it could get with the three of you in the same room, but he looks good. Refreshed. The trip clearly did a world of good for him, and you can’t even bring yourself to crack a joke at his expense.

He, however, has no such hang-ups. “You look like shit.”

“Weird way to say thank you.” You click your tongue and look down at Holly. “Do you see how your father treats me? You should bite him.”

“My son would never. But also, thank you.” He flops onto the sofa. “You do look like shit, though. You wanna talk about it?”

“Not with you, preferably.”

“Oh, gross, is it a dating thing, then?”

“I—no.” You pause. It’s not a dating thing, but you still feel like you’ve got motion sickness whenever you think about it. How would you even begin to explain this to Yoongi, anyway? Someone wrote a porn fic about me and Namjoon. You remember Namjoon, right? Namjoon, that I’ve known and have been friends with since college. Yeah, that Namjoon. Anyway, someone wrote fanfiction about us having sex, and it fucked me up so bad I can no longer be in the same room as him.

No fucking way.

“You look like you’re holding in a fart.”

“You know, I’m getting really sick of you. Did you just come here to insult me?”

He snorts, but his smirk dissipates a few seconds later, a familiar seriousness filling the void. “We’re okay, right? Was the Yijeong thing too soon?”

“No,” you answer immediately, leaning over to flick him on the forehead. “We’re fine, and if you’re happy, then I’m happy for you.” He still looks doubtful. “You want me to start singing ‘I Will Always Love You’ or something? It’s just… weird work stuff.”

“Depends. Are you singing the Dolly Parton or Whitney version? And real work or podcast work?”

“Podcast work, and obviously the Whitney version.”

Yoongi seems surprised by this, eyebrows disappearing beneath his fringe. “Like, the podcast with Namjoon?” He presses his tongue into the fat of his cheek when you nod your head. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Like I said, it’s weird. It wasn’t, like, an argument or anything.”

“How weird?”

“You’re so fake, Min Yoongi. You act like you’re so distinguished and above drama, but really you’re just as hungry for gossip as the rest of us.”

He shrugs. “I’m not denying it.”

God help you, you’re going to rip off the band-aid. “Someone… Jesus, this is so embarrassing. Someone… wrote? Fanfiction? About us.”

“About you and Namjoon?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god—”

“About us… uh. Having sex? Specifically.”

“Oh my god—”

“Jungkook found it and thought it’d be funny if we read it for an episode.”

“Oh my god?”

“So we did? And it was really weird, which I expected, because I’ve known Namjoon for a long time, and I never, ever thought about having sex with him because we were together and me and Namjoon are friends, so yeah, it was fucking weird. But now… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about it? And now we can’t even be in the same room as one another.” Yoongi is a concerning shade of red. “So our show is gonna get canceled, because we can only release b-side stuff for so long until people realize something’s up, and it was Namjoon’s podcast to begin with so obviously I’ll get fired—”

“Oh my god, you want to fuck Namjoon.”

Yoongi sounds like a strangled cat when he says this, which does not help the way you feel like you’ve been hit square in the face with a frying pan. “No,” you argue, though it sounds more like a question. You do not want to fuck Namjoon. “No, no. No. It’s just because it was weird.”

“Did you forget I dated you for six years? I know what you look like when you want to fuck someone.”

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be weird if someone wrote fanfiction about you fucking your friend?”

“Not if I didn’t actually want to fuck them, no.”

“You’re a liar. Get your dog and get out of my apartment.”

Yoongi laughs as he stands. Pats you on the back in the most condescending way you’ve ever had someone pat you on the back. “Let me know how it goes. No need to give me credit for your moment of horny clarity.”

Min Yoongi is a bastard.

Unfortunately, as you come to find out, he’s also a correct bastard.

You want to fuck Namjoon.

Which is… not great, you have to admit, considering he can barely stand to be around you, so you take another cold shower and decide you’re going to take this to your grave. You’re going to spend the rest of the weekend getting your shit together, and you’re going to show up on Monday and be a consummate professional. You’re going to look at Namjoon and say, ha ha, isn’t it so funny someone thought we would have sex? I don’t think about it at all because I am so cool and normal about it.

You’ve got it all planned out. You’re going to show up fifteen minutes early with your own box of pastries. You’re going to look nice, if not a little pretentious—maybe a nice sweater. You’re going to be prepared with notes of your own. You might even be nice to the villain of the week so Namjoon doesn’t have to pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh at you.

And then someone knocks on your door.

You find Namjoon on the other side, and all your plans immediately go to shit.

Has he always been this tall? You can’t remember. You can’t remember a lot of things, including how to speak, because Yoongi had launched you into a crisis of epic proportions and now here’s the source of it, standing right in front of you. With all of his… height. And thighs. And that heady, musky cologne he always wears, that you can still smell now even though there’s an unfortunate amount of distance between you.

“Uh, hi.”

You blink. “Hi,” you parrot, and it’s a little insulting how one single word seems to have sucked up all of your brainpower. “Namjoon,” you tack on, not awkward at all.

“Sorry to just show up,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck. Very bad idea; makes his biceps bulge. You barely swallow your whimper. “It’s just—my phone’s still broken, and it felt bad leaving things how we did? So I was hoping we could talk.”

Talk. Namjoon wants to talk to you. Normally: not a problem. Currently: big problem. You manage a nod, open the door wider to let him in, and you don’t think about how jarring it is to have Namjoon in your space. You don’t think about how your legs feel like jelly all of a sudden, or what it’d be like if Namjoon bent you over the couch, or the kitchen counter, or the—

You cough. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Oh, sure. Maybe just some water if you have it.”

If you have it. What kind of person doesn’t have water? But you tell him to make himself comfortable and get him some anyway, and you mull too long over the size of the glass. Ultimately decide on a smaller one, because if things get unbearably awkward you can excuse yourself to the kitchen to get more.

“I haven’t been here in a while,” Namjoon says from the living room, and when you look up he’s sorting through a stack of books near the window. Some he’d lent you months ago, notes jotted in the corners, sticky notes in the shape of sea animals on important pages. “You ever wind up reading this?”

The Idiot. Namjoon had raved about it when he was in the midst of his 19th century Russian phase, right after he’d read a bunch of Tolstoy and Pushkin. You shake your head—though, judging from the title, you wonder if someone hadn’t written your biography.

“It’s good. If you have the time, you should definitely give it a shot.”

“Yeah, of course,” you say, handing over his water. You take a seat in an armchair, pull your knees to your chest. Namjoon’s still looking through your books, isn’t looking at you, so it feels safe to say, “You wanted to talk?”

“Yeah.” He moves to sit on the floor, massive thighs spreading until he’s comfortable. Thank god he can’t see the look on your face. “I just wanted to make sure we’re alright. Things have felt pretty weird since we filmed the, uh.” He coughs. “Thing.”

“Right, yeah.” You realize he’s waiting for an answer, and you offer up a very rushed, “We’re fine, Joon.”

“Are you sure?”

Yeah, you’re sure: sure you absolutely cannot be having this conversation in the safety and sanctity of your own home. It’s tainted now, contaminated by all your uncontrolled horny thoughts about the man in front of you. You’ll have to fumigate. Might have to pick up and move, actually, or call an exorcist.

“I’m sure,” you assure him. “The… thing… was weird, but it’s fine. Temporary.”

“Do you think we shouldn’t have done it?”

That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Because, in isolation, reading a porn fic about yourselves wasn’t a big deal. No one got hurt. Everyone who needed to be consulted was consulted. The episode made the two of you a lot of money, and Jungkook even promised to send some of it to the author, so your bases are beyond covered.

So, should you have done it? There wasn’t a good enough reason not to, because the story itself was never the problem.

The problem is staring you right in the face. It’s sitting on your floor, a book cracked in half at the spine and forgotten in his lap. The problem is looking at you like you hold all the answers to the universe’s secrets, and it’s no small thing to be looked at like that. The problem is that Namjoon is looking at you like that from across the room but you’re wondering what it’d look like from on top of you.

The problem is that you’ve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years, have known him even longer, and you’ve just realized today that you want to have sex with him.

And you can’t say that, can you, because Namjoon came here to fix things which really does not lend itself to a hookup. Namjoon cares about your friendship and your working relationship so much he came here to try and salvage it, so you’re going to keep your mouth shut. You’re going to say, “I think it’s okay that we did,” and leave it at that. Because it is okay.

Because you’re the problem.

It feels like a small victory when Namjoon sags in relief. When he exhales and says, “Okay, good, because I think so, too.”

“It made us a lot of money,” you tack on.

Namjoon’s eyes widen as he laughs. “Right? Like, that was almost too much money. Just to watch us read porn?”

“About ourselves. I think that was the selling point.”

He stands. You do, too. “Never thought I’d be doing that,” he says, returning the book to where it belongs. “Definitely the most embarrassing thing I’ve done for money.”

“Being a man with a podcast wasn’t embarrassing enough?”

He snorts. Gets closer to the door. “Hey now.” You’re going to survive this. “Thanks for entertaining me, by the way. For a second there I was really worried we’d fucked it all up.”

Just the ending. Just one more thing to say and you’ll be done with this, and then you can take your third cold shower in recent memory and triple text Yoongi with a full-fledged mental breakdown. Maybe he’ll bring Holly back and you can register him as your emotional support animal.

And Namjoon must sense the awkwardness that’s crept back in, because he tries to cover it with a joke. Says, “Haaa, like you’d actually piss on me, right?”

Except it sounds like he’s got a mouth full of marbles.

It’s no wonder you mishear him.

Because he says like you’d actually piss on me but you hear like you’d actually kiss me, and there isn’t a universe that exists in which the following makes sense: you, stunned into silence in the doorframe, Namjoon saying his goodbyes, you thinking fuck it, last chance and saying, “Yeah, I’d kiss you.”

Namjoon stops dead in his tracks. “What?”

Your entire body is on fire. “Is, uh. Is that not what you said?”

“I don’t think it matters anymore what I said.”

“I’d argue that it does, for the sake of my digni—”

“You’d kiss me?” Namjoon… doesn’t look put off of the idea, which is surely a point in your favor. Interesting to note that his diction is crystal clear, now. Bastard. “You’d kiss me right now?”

There’s also no explanation for the way you say: “It’s only been an option for ten seconds and you’re already begging for it?”

You’d say there’s no explanation for the way Namjoon’s jaw clenches, the way he repeats I don’t beg for anything, but maybe the simple fact is: the two of you want to fuck each other. And, judging from the way Namjoon crowds your space, keeps dropping his gaze to your mouth, it seems very likely to happen.

All that fixating you’d done on Namjoon’s thighs was wasted, you think, as you take in the shape of his mouth. His lips. The way his tongue darts out to run along the bottom at the last second before he reaches out, tilts your head up, and finally presses his mouth to yours.

And you’ve got to laugh, because no piece of written fiction could ever accurately portray what it feels like. How soft his lips are. The way he touches you—gentle, but still dominant enough to have you moving the way he wants, have you backing up into your apartment so he can smile against your mouth as he closes the door behind him.

No piece of fiction would get it right, the way you’re unsteady on your feet, breathless at the way Namjoon’s kissing you. How he only breaks apart long enough to ask where do you want me in that throaty, deep voice of his. How you’re so overwhelmed you can’t decide: unsure if you want to waste the time it’d take to get to your bedroom, but if it’s only going to happen once, wanting to make it count.

So you decide to risk it. Plant your hands in the middle of his exceptionally broad chest and push him in the direction of the hallway, and if the two of you can’t wait, can’t control yourselves, well.

But the story had gotten one thing right: Namjoon does kiss like a branding iron, hot and greedy. Namjoon kisses you like there’s nothing else he wants to do in this lifetime, and it makes you dizzy. Has you off-kilter, stumbling into the wall as you try to remember where the fuck your bedroom is and why it’s so far. Just like the fictional version of you, you also moan when he licks into your mouth.

“Should I do it the way we did in the fic?” Namjoon asks as the two of you cross the threshold into your bedroom, a cheeky grin on his face. “Do it like this?” he questions, pushing you gently until you’re on the back in the middle of your bed, chest heaving as you lift your head to look at him.

Namjoon is so, so big from where you lay, just hovering at the foot of your bed. Cheeks ruddy, bulge prominent. “What’d you say you wanted?”

Takes a second to remember how to breathe, let alone what you’d read. What do you want, Namjoon had asked, right before he’d sank to his knees in front of you. “Whatever you’re willing to give,” you answer.

Namjoon smiles. Puts one knee on the bed, and the way it dips beneath his weight is unsettling. Why does he have to be so fucking large. “That’s right, baby.” Christ, you think, because there’s another thing that fic had gotten right. No one on earth would be immune to Namjoon calling them baby in that tone of voice.

The riposte biting at the back of your teeth gets swallowed whole as Namjoon grabs your ankles and drags you to the edge of the bed. “May I?” he asks, hands poised above the waistline of your leggings. You nod, and Namjoon drags down your underwear with them. “Fuck, look at you,” he groans, awe creeping into the edge of his words.

“You want me to do it the same way? Hm? You’re being awfully quiet; thought you were giving me shit about being the one in charge,” he chides.

Because you’re short-circuiting. Namjoon’s on his knees, just like you’d envisioned, and his mouth is dangerously close to your cunt. How can you be expected to think and speak under these conditions? But if Namjoon can find the brainpower to be a bastard, so can you, because what you’d read and the way he’d reacted can both never be forgotten. So you thread your hands into his hair and pull. The resulting moan is enough to sustain you for years.

“Are you gonna keep running your mouth, or are you gonna make me come on it?”

He blinks. “Jesus Christ.”

There’s precedent. Fictional Namjoon ate you out like a man starved, like he couldn’t get enough. Had fictional you writhing and insatiable, so it’s a lot to live up to, but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest. He hesitates for only a second, giving you one last chance to back out before the two of you set every last boundary on fire, and then he’s settling between your thighs and making you see stars.

Now you know what it’s like. Now you don’t have to rely on fiction, and it doesn’t matter because it’d never compare to the way Namjoon feels as he works to bring you to your ruin. The way he flattens his tongue to lick long, thick stripes; the way his lips suction around your clit. The way it feels when he groans against your core. The way he says, “Fuck, you do taste good,” like that’s a completely normal thing to say. Like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing to you.

But you need more and Namjoon knows it. His mouth doesn’t leave your cunt for a second, but his fingers find your mouth, so you put on a show. Wrap your lips around them, suck on them the way he’s doing to you, make sure they’re slick. Namjoon groans again, doubles his efforts. Slides one thick finger inside of you and barely lets you adjust before he’s adding a second.

In an embarrassingly short amount of time, Namjoon has you unraveling. Presses incessantly on a spot that has your vision whiting out. Has you trembling, a little panicked as you say, “Joon, fuck—Namjoon, wait—” as it builds and builds and builds.

You might black out for a second, because you come to and Namjoon looks… stunned. He looks like he can’t believe any of what just happened, and you blink a few times, try to come back into your body, and when you regain enough consciousness, you’re extremely aware of the large wet patch beneath you.

“Um—”

“Holy shit.”

“Namjoon, that’s not—that’s embarrassing—can you grab a—”

He shuts you up with a kiss. Presses the taste of you into your skin, and all those silly protests die in your throat, because if Namjoon was needy before, he’s desperate now. Covers your body with his own, hips dipping down low enough to press his erection into the juncture of your thigh, and the weight of him is delicious. Has you fisting the fabric of his t-shirt to pull him closer, has you pulling it over his head, his pants following. Has your hands skimming down every thick part of his body until you reach his cock, hard and aching and slick with pre-cum.

“I need to suck you off later,” you say, done with overthinking. Time to just be honest, and Kim Namjoon has a dick you need to feel down your throat. “Remind me.”

He whines, thrusts into your hand a little harder. “How could I forget that?”

“Don’t know. Didn’t know if this would be the only time,” you answer. “Did you bring a condom?” Namjoon nods, fetches one from his wallet and rolls it on.

He hovers above you again. Looks nervous, all of a sudden, like he can’t tell his lefts from his rights. All out of sorts. You’re about to tell him it’s fine, you don’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to, don’t have to do anything at all, when he says, “It doesn’t have to be.” You just stare. “The only time.”

There’s a conversation to be had. You know that. Both of you clearly have feelings you need to talk about and sort out, but you reckon they can wait. They’ll still be there in the afterglow, in the morning. So you nod, say okay, Joon, and kiss away the insecurities that still linger.

You think about the fic. Think maybe Namjoon would appreciate it if you cracked a stupid joke, just like he’d tried to do earlier. “Has anyone ever called your cock stupid?”

He laughs, breath fanning against your skin. “No. Wanna try it and see what happens?”

Might as well. You try to remember the exaggerated tone of voice you’d used. Repeat the line—“Do you even know what to do with that big, stupid cock?”—and wait.

There’s a beat of silence, and then—

Namjoon swallows thickly. “I, um. Unfortunately, I think that really works for me.” You laugh. Pull him closer. Wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move against you. Has jokes of his own. “Please. Please let me fuck you.”

You roll your eyes, laugh tapering into a giggle. “Do you know how?” Namjoon nods, looking all too much like a puppy eager to please its owner. “Do you promise?” He nods again. “Okay. Okay, come here.”

You expect him to move fast; expect the first time to be frenzied and a little awkward. It isn’t. Namjoon lines himself up and pushes the smallest bit inside, and then he’s leaning down to kiss you. Threads your fingers together, squeezes your hand. Pushes further inside and mumbles praise just beneath your ear.

It’s dizzying, the amount of care Namjoon handles you with. How soft he is. Does nothing to ease the discomfort of the stretch, the overwhelming fullness, but he talks you through it. Tells you how good you feel, how beautiful you look. Spills a lot of words you’d probably be embarrassed to hear and he’d be embarrassed to say if this was any other time, but in the heat of the moment it all just works to unravel you faster.

He bottoms out. “Okay?” he asks, and you’re rewarded with a dimpled smile when you say you are. Namjoon is a devastating kind of beautiful.

But, as he gives you time to adjust and you give him the all-clear, he also fucks like a demon. What once was hand-holding is now your wrists pinned to the bed, your body caged beneath him as he rolls his hips at a pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head. You’ve been deceived. Lured into a false sense of security.

It’s almost a shame this isn’t being recorded, because you want to memorize all the sounds Namjoon’s making. Want to hear them for the rest of your life. Don’t want anyone else to be the reason he sounds like this, and as he ups his pace and presses his lips to your neck, you don’t want to sound like this because of anyone else, either.

Maybe one of those times in the future, you can talk him into it.

Namjoon reaches down, rubs circles into your clit. Every time you think you might be close, he pulls his hand away, smiles like the devil. You let him have his fun for a while, let him think you’re keen to lie back and take it, and then you tighten your legs around his waist and flip him onto his back.

He doesn’t think it’s very funny. Looks up at you all bewildered. “What’re you—”

“You were taking too long,” you snark. “Figured I’d take matters into my own hands.”

“Yeah? Shit,” he says as you begin to move. “Fuck, baby, like that. Ride me just like that.”

You do. Don’t change a thing, because Namjoon’s cock is long and thick enough to hit exactly where you need it to. You can feel yourself clenching, feel yourself getting wetter, and the sight of Namjoon beneath you does nothing to stave off the inevitable. He looks even better than you’d imagined: skin flushed, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, sweat-slick. You want to make him cry. Want to give him the entire world. You will.

Namjoon thrusts at the same time you roll your hips, and that’s what does it. Has you crying out, has stars flashing behind your eyelids. Has you saying fuck, fuck, fuck as he drives you over the edge for the second time. Has you on the brink of oversensitive as he thrusts a few more times to chase his own end, almost delirious at the way Namjoon moans as he spills into the condom.

Has you swooning, just a bit, at the dopey way Namjoon smiles at you, eyes half-lidded and crinkled at the corners.

“Was that okay?”

You snort. “Yeah, I’d say it was decent.”

“Maybe next time you could pee on me,” he jokes.

You whack him on the chest. “Sure. Or we could record it.”

Has you a little shocked at the way his cock twitches inside of you at the mention of it.

On Monday, you don’t wear a pretentious sweater.

When you stroll in, Jungkook’s already got the best donut shoved halfway into his mouth because he’s a shithead. He eyes you warily, probably hoping with all his hope that you spent the weekend finding God and getting your shit together.

And then he realizes you’ve got on Namjoon’s hoodie and he nearly chokes to death.

“What the fuck are you wearing—”

Namjoon appears at that very moment, and it’s so hard not to take credit for the way he’s glowing, the dazed smile on his face. But Jungkook notices, because Jungkook notices everything, and his gaze darts between the two of you: your hoodie, Namjoon’s face, your face. He opens his mouth, something inappropriate bound to spill out, but Namjoon beats him to the punch. “Ready?” he asks you, and you nod.

It’s seamless.

No hiccups, no awkward stuttering. Namjoon gets through the intro without a hitch, and it feels exactly like it used to. Just two friends having a conversation. It’s obvious Jungkook still wants to say something, but after suffering through last week, he stays quiet lest he makes it worse and sends the two of you back to the bad place.

“How was your weekend, Pipe? Do anything fun?” Namjoon rolls his lips, tries not to laugh.

So you play along. “No, not really, just some dog sitting. How about you?”

“Oh, you know me. Had another first date on Saturday.”

“Did you? How’d it go?”

“Perfect.”

It’s a blessing Jungkook isn’t filming this, because your eyebrows raise so far they nearly disappear from your face altogether. There isn’t even a hint of hesitation in Namjoon’s voice, and although you would’ve described it the same way, hearing him say it with such conviction has you a little stunned. “Wow. You gonna see her again?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon says, sharing a private smile with you. “I think I am.”

who the FUCK is namjoon dating Posted by u/pod-shipper 7 minutes ago This has honestly ruined my entire day. I thought all the stories he told about dating were a bit… Like, what kind of guy has a podcast about relationships but can’t seem to be in one? But you could just HEAR it in his voice how much he likes this woman he went on a date with over the weekend and I’m sick to my stomach. (+2195) ↳ bro you and me both 😭 i genuinely thought him and piper had something going on fr (+1302) ↳ Seriously might stop listening because of this! Any woman with self-respect would never let their partner host a podcast with someone they’re obviously in love with. If he gets serious with this woman, Piper will be gone within 6 months, mark my words. (+927) ↳ I wouldn’t worry about it too much! My cousin works at a really nice restaurant in the same city Namjoon lives in, and she said she saw this “date” on Saturday and that it wasn’t anything serious. (+788) ↳ Piper got a cat and Namjoon finally got a second date. Face it, it’s over. (+325) ↳ cannot believe him and piper aren’t dating.. do you think i should delete all my tiktok edits? (+4) ↳ this is unhinged lmfao i thought y’all hated piper? you’re in here bitching abt her being a “misandrist” every week and now ur gonna stop listening bc namjoon isn’t dating her? pick a lane and stay in it (-64)

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love u lately (m) | myg/pjm/knj | masterlist

series: love u lately pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; college/university au, frat! bts; best friends to lovers, smut, angst summary: In the midst of your college journey, life takes an unexpected turn when you find yourself moving into a "frat" house with your childhood best friends Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. The college experience you envisioned seems promising, but as Namjoon and Jimin get caught up in flings, their focus shifts away from you, Yoongi, and everyone else in the house. The strong bond you once shared starts to feel strained, leaving you to question your feelings and changing dynamics. Though, the haze of a single night at a party sets off a chain reaction of emotions that leaves you grappling with a question you never thought you'd ask—could you be in love with all three of them? warnings: stated in each chapter. minors dni!! mood: love u lately by LAICA - this is actually a song that plays in chapter 1 while reader is partying mlist created 2023/09/28 edited on 2023/10/30 status: ongoing 

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➵ #1 - lavender haze smut ; 8.3k ➵ #2 - right here smut ; 6.8k ➵  #3 - pears angst ; 7.3k  ➵ #4 - sour candy smut , angst ; 12.4k ➵ #5 - home girl smut , angst ; ???? ➵ #6 - off the grid fluff , smut ; ???? ➵ #7 - tbc ;)

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Pairing: Min Yoongi/Kim Namjoon/Park Jimin/ Reader

Summary: For their anniversary Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and reader take a glamping trip far into the woods where no one can hear their screams :)

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Yoongi’s apartment is a bit messier than usual when you walk inside. There are books on his living room floor which you suspect Namjoon left there. The boys have been a lot busier in the last few months. With a comeback and solo work coming out within the next seven months your boys are spending nearly every moment working. They seem to have a never ending list of commitments. It can be frustrating as a girlfriend but as a producer you get it. Your boyfriends are world famous musicians and though it’s taken some time you’ve found the balance. Well kind of.

Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin have invited you on a weekend camping trip. You are thrilled to have a getaway. With them being idols there are limited options for the four of you unless you come on business trips. They knew how important it was to find time off near your anniversary and like always when they promise something it will happen. It’s hard to believe it’s already been over three years since Yoongi approached you to produce a song with him.

In 2016 you had the opportunity to work with an artist you really admire. You were in your first semester of college when Heize contacted you. She found something you had posted online through one of her colleagues and wanted to take a chance on someone who was unknown. Without Heize asking you to produce Star, life would probably be so different. She took a chance on you and helped you get your foot in the door. You think you could live a hundred more years and never repay Heize for what she did for you. Whenever you can you try to show your appreciation for how she helped you. She still contacts you often for producing help and sometimes to go out for drinks.

Years later when Yoongi worked with Heize he mentioned the song you produced. It's a song that Yoongi really loves to this day and knowing you produced it only makes him love it more. He said that Heize gushed compliments about your work ethic and talent. She gave him your contact information and he wasted no time contacting you. It was supposed to be just one song, but there was an undeniable connection that neither of you could just let slip away. You tried to be professional but every day it became increasingly difficult with his flirtatious comments and gummy smile. Joon and Jimin came in a little later. There was a hint of something going on with the three boys before you came along but they didn’t put a label on it until you came into the picture. It wasn’t exactly easy for the four of you to express your feelings for each other at first. It took many hours of conversation to agree on a relationship together and even more hours to maintain what you have now.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see what is lying on Yoongi’s bed. Of course, you knew they would be preparing you for today, but this was not the avenue you thought they’d choose. There are lilac rose petals and polaroid photos scattered across his bed with a black velvet box in the middle. You take a cautious step closer to the bed to see if your suspicion is true.

The first photo you pick up confirms what they did. They never fail to surprise you. You almost laugh at the excitement that courses through your body. In your hand is a beautiful polaroid of Namjoon kneeling on a plush rug with his large hands on Jimin’s ass and his soft lips just barely grazing the tip of Jimin’s cock. They must have taken these photos quite a while ago because Namjoon’s hair is a dark purple color very much unlike the black he’s been sporting for the last few months.

You set the photo back in its original spot and pull out your phone to take a photo. No one in the world will ever see this except for you. Your boyfriends did all this just for you. More of the photos catch your eye. It’s almost overwhelming trying to decide where to look. The next one you pick up shows a face that only you, Jimin and Namjoon know. Yoongi’s head is thrown back in pure ecstasy, eyes closed and mouth hung open waiting to receive from his boyfriends. Trails of cum decorate his soft face in a way that has you stripping your clothes off before you even begin to wonder what’s in the box.

After throwing your clothes to the side you set your phone against Yoongi’s ring stand. You scamper to the middle of the bed in just your lacy underwear after hitting video call on the group chat with your boyfriends. At least Yoongi should know where you are right now and the opportunity that he would be missing if he decides not to answer.

A sound letting you know someone answered comes from your phone. They should be at the cabins by now but you weren’t sure if anyone would answer. Reception up there can be spotty sometimes. You don’t look towards the camera opting to finally find out what they have left you in the box.

“Hello, baby. What do you–” Namjoon says, which is quickly cut off by his boyfriends shushing him.

They know you so well. The quieter they stay the easier it will be for you to prepare yourself for the big night they have planned. It’s unlikely they will be able to contain themselves the whole time but you know from past experiences they will probably hang up if they get too excited.

You can’t always follow them on tour so there have been many facetime booty calls. Depending on the situation and vibe they might stay on the line, but this is one of the times they may just hang up. Especially when they are with their other partners they might forget what made them excited in the first place to have fun with the one who is with them. It pissed you off the first time they did it but now the four of you have an understanding.

The four of you talk about most of the sex you have anyways, unless someone has specifically asked not to. That is something the four of you came to agreement about after a practically mind blowing plane ride with Namjoon that you couldn’t keep to yourself. There was also that time with Jimin and Yoongi in the bathroom of the greenroom at Soldier Field where a line was somewhat crossed with another band member. There was a long discussion after that incident.

Somehow in the three years you’ve been together the four of you have never had sex all together. It’s hard enough getting two of them with you at one time let alone three. Every time you’ve tried to plan this something has come up. The first time it was a last minute reshoot that couldn’t wait, the second time Jimin got the flu and refused to be in the same room as his partners, and the last time Namjoon got food poisoning. This feels like some kind of divine miracle. It’s obvious those three have spared no effort to make sure that this is something truly unforgettable. Hopefully it won’t take three more years for the next time.

You lift the lid off the velvet box to reveal a silver anal plug with a violet heart shaped gem at the end. With a smirk crossing your face you lift the plug out of the box before replacing it. Your voyeurs need to know you saw what they left for you but a few things need to happen before you’ll insert that and be on your way to your lovely boyfriends.

The box makes its way to Yoongi’s side table before you choose another polaroid to look at. Your wetness is soaking through the thin material of your panties as you see Yoongi sitting on Namjoon’s lap. This photoshoot must have happened in Namjoon’s apartment because they are sitting on his couch completely naked. Yoongi and Namjoon are facing the camera with Yoongi’s legs spread on each side of Namjoon’s massive muscular thighs. Your hand dips into your panties as you study the details of the photo further. Yoongi’s thick cock is on display for all to see and you can only imagine how the photo isn’t capturing the full pinkness of his needy length. Joon has one hand weaved through the roots of Yoongi’s hair pulling his head back with a sexy smirk on his face. This is something they both greatly enjoy.

Your legs lift in the air as you shimmy your panties off. With extra care you sling them towards the camera just missing it. Jimin’s light chuckle can be heard through the phone speaker. Your dainty fingers spread your lips apart and you almost laugh when you hear the gasps. After all this time they make you feel like they are seeing you for the first time. Tossing aside the previous photo, you grab another.

Jimin is bent over the arm of Namjoon’s couch being stuffed from both directions. Namjoon’s long fingers are gripping Jimin’s hips while he thrusts inside of him. Yoongi is in front of Jimin looking down while Jimin is sucking him off. Jimin is looking up at Yoongi in a way that drives all of you insane. Sometimes you think he might have mind control powers. When he gives you that look it’s like every cell in your body wants to do whatever will make him happy.

“Who took this photo?” You say even though you wanted them to feel like you’d forgotten they were there.

Normally, you would let this slide but you are far too curious about who they let see them in such a compromising position. It must have been one of their members but who would possibly agree to this? They love each other a lot but you didn’t think it extended as far as taking photos of them fucking their partners. Your boyfriends would never have let one of their members do that if you were there. That sounds hypocritical in a way but there’s a reason we have that boundary.

“Angel, you're going to have to show it to us.” Yoongi’s deep voice cuts through your thoughts.

You back off the bed being sure to stick your ass out. It must be driving them crazy. You’ve all been taking a break in preparation for this trip. When you hold the photo close to the screen Namjoon lets out a low groan like he’s remembering how it felt. Yoongi smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. No one answers for a moment just looking at you holding the photo to your chest. You are beginning to get annoyed when your youngest boyfriend answers.

“Taehyung took the photo, my love.” Jimin says, releasing his lip from between his teeth.

It makes the most sense that it was Taehyung. He and Jimin have some other worldly connection that no one can deny. A lot of Army think they are dating because they are so consistently together even when Jimin is with his real boyfriends. You wonder what Jimin promised Taehyung in order for him to agree. If asked you would bet anything he’d say he did it for the “art.” While some of these photos are very artistically framed, they are pure porn. The best kind.

You return to the bed without another word and continue touching yourself. Each of your boyfriends knew what to photograph to drive you to the edge. You coat your finger in your essence and turn over with your ass towards the camera. In front of you there is a photo of Yoongi being pinned to the ground by Jimin’s foot while the smaller man fucks him. With each new photo you wish they had at least given you GIFs. It’s like they are teasing you. Giving you just a taste of the things they did to each other.

Your fingers slide backwards to trace your puckered hole while you think about the dirty things Namjoon was promising you yesterday. If there is one thing your boyfriends always do, it's live up to what they say they are going to do to you. It was unbelievable the first time Jimin delivered on his promise to make you come so hard you wouldn’t know your name. All you could do was say Jimin over and over.

There is slight discomfort as your first finger pushes its way into your tight hole. A groan falls from your lips as you sit up rubbing your clit slowly with your other hand to distract from the discomfort. There are noises coming from the phone but they are small enough that it’s not too distracting.

“I don’t understand why I have to do this myself.” You pout without turning towards the phone. They know very well that this is a fun game to you or they wouldn’t have done it like this. Knowing they can’t touch you right now must be killing them. “Wouldn’t it have been so much better to help me?”

“It’ll be worth the wait, baby.” Namjoon says as you finally turn to face the camera again.

Their faces are verging on desperation which makes a smirk creep to your lips. They want you just as bad as you want them. Of course, you know how much they love you but seeing how painful it is for them not to touch you is reassuring in a way. You add another finger in the back, opening and preparing yourself for your boyfriend's gift. You slide the fingers of your other hand from your clit down into your pussy. Namjoon’s name passes your lips as you begin fucking yourself on your fingers. The squelching sound is so loud you are sure it’s all they can hear.

“My love, you look so beautiful.” Jimin says a few moments later as you open Yoongi’s bedside table looking for lube. He has a few options as he’s well prepared for whatever might happen in this room. You can feel your orgasm approaching and you know it won’t be long if you continue at this pace.

You quickly find the lube you need and drizzle the cold substance onto the anal plug. You venture closer to the camera changing the angle so they can best see you put in their present. With the tip of the plug barely inside your puckered hole you finger yourself looking at your boyfriend’s seductive stares. Jimin would be painting your face if he was here.

Yoongi gets more antsy every second you drag this on for. After turning your soft ass towards the camera, you push the plug further inside. The stretch is still a little uncomfortable but you can do it. You take a deep breath as each thrust of your fingers brings you closer to your high. The encouraging noises coming from your phone are aiding the process greatly.

“Good girl.” Yoongi purrs. “I knew you would like this. So fucking nice, angel.”

The moment ‘good girl’ leaves his mouth you are overcome with pleasure and push the plug the rest of the way in. It fits snuggly no longer causing you pain. It feels nice as you wiggle your ass in front of the camera. You want to collapse on the floor for a minute but you get up sending a wink towards your boyfriends before ending the call.

Before doing anything else you head to the bathroom to clean yourself. When you are freshened up you put on the lingerie you bought specifically for this occasion. The pieces they buy for you are beautiful, but there is nothing quite like the look on their faces when you completely surprise them. You take a few photos in Yoongi’s full length mirror. It’s unlikely you’ll ever send them to someone else, but you look hot so it should be documented.

You gather the photos from the bed and put them into an envelope for safe keeping. The envelope goes into your bag, because you’ll be damned if these beautiful photos get thrown away. It doesn’t feel like you had enough time to appreciate every photo. You are sure this will help get you through their next tour and serve as the best reminder of your third anniversary ever. There is nothing like the combined forces of your boyfriend's minds and creativity.

In Yoongi’s closet you find one of Namjoon’s oversized hoodies and put that on over your lingerie with nothing else. You are sure no one’s clothing is going to stay on their bodies for long anyways. Joon loves it when you wear his clothes, especially when it shows off the large size difference between the two of you. Namjoon vehemently denies he has a size kink but when the smallest size gap is five inches and the largest is eleven inches it's kind of hard to believe him. You’ve seen the way his eyes sparkle when he holds you in the air and bounces you on his cock like you weigh nothing.

There are a few things you actually wanted to grab from Yoongi’s apartment before you headed out into the wilderness. Well maybe that's a little dramatic. While the reception can be spotty there is electricity in the cabins. You’ve only been there once a few years ago, but it was by far the nicest camping experience you’ve ever had. The difference this time is you aren’t tagging along with seven members while they are working. This time it is just you and your boyfriends. No staff. No managers. Just a weekend with your favorite people. A weekend to do all the things that sometimes feel so hard to come by.

Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin drove to the cabin together. You wanted to drive yourself but they insisted it would be fun to drive back all together. So you are piling your things into a black SUV with tinted windows. One of the regular staff members, who you are quite fond of, is driving you up despite your protests. Three against one never really works. Thankfully, they rarely gang up on you unless it’s something small and petty.

A number of the staff members are aware of your relationship with some of the members. Most of them don’t fully understand and you think that's for the better. They can’t exactly leak anything if they don’t have solid proof. Who would believe that you are dating three members of BTS and produce songs for their company? That would sound wild to anyone who hasn’t spent a significant amount of time around the four of you.

Minhoon, one of the few staff that your boyfriends completely trust with you, makes light conversation with you as he drives. He has two small children who often visit the company with his wife. You love listening to him talk about his children and his wife. The adoration he has for them is obvious by how he speaks. Will your boys talk about you like that someday when the world knows about your relationship? Will they brag about how beautiful you are to anyone who will listen? Will they talk about your children with as much admiration as Minhoon?

Yoongi is pacing between the fire pit and the porch of the first cabin when you arrive. His face breaks into a wide grin when he sees the SUV pull up. He runs towards the vehicle opening the door for you holding a hand out to help you step down.

“I missed you, naughty girl.” Yoongi says quietly as he wraps you tightly in his arms.

“Yoongi, you saw me a few hours ago.” You mutter despite the blush creeping onto your face.

“Angel, you know that doesn’t count.” His hand slides down to cup your ass. He spreads your cheeks slightly, reminding you of their present. You’ve felt full the whole ride but it was easier to ignore with a very different kind of conversation going on. “I couldn’t touch you.”

“Yoongi!” You push him away because Minhoon is present.

Sure, he’s probably seen and heard worse things but that doesn’t mean we need to add to the list. Yoongi gives a fake pout before retreating to get your things out of the car. Before you can try to get anything another pair of arms is dragging you away. His height is the first give away, but the 13 on his wrist makes you sure that this is your Jimin.

“You really put on a show for us.” Jimin murmurs, turning you around to face him.

“I loved the pictures, but I wish you would’ve stayed with me.”

Another person might think you are really upset they weren’t there, but your boyfriends know you are playing with them. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin aren’t just creative when it comes to music. They will find a way to make you happy even if it’s not always convenient for them. Instances like today are what keeps life exciting and fun. You never know their next move.

“Us being there defeats the purpose of the pictures, my love.” Jimin trails his soft fingers against your jaw line.

After a moment you can’t take it any longer so you pull him down. He lets out a shocked noise as your lips connect. You hope the spark that comes with kissing his soft lips never goes away. Even after years of kissing him in every way you can imagine he still makes your knees weak. Your lips part allowing him to deepen the kiss as you grab the fabric of his shirt pulling him closer until there is no room between you.

“Hey, hey! At least wait until Minhoon has driven away.” Namjoon’s deep voice breaks you apart.

Namjoon pulls you away from Jimin wrapping his strong arms around your thighs so he can spin you around. He does this quite frequently much to Yoongi’s dismay. Yoongi is rightfully afraid Namjoon is going to drop you, but right now there is no protest. Minhoon drives away without another word, probably biting back vile.

“Are you wearing Joon’s hoodie?” Yoongi asks after successfully moving your things to the porch of the nearest cabin.

“It’s my favorite hoodie.” You reply while twirling one of the strings around your index finger.

Yoongi lifts the edge of your hoodie to sneak a peek at your round ass. He lifts it just far enough that he can't see your lingerie like he knows there might be a surprise. You walk onto the porch leading them closer to the bed you so desperately want to be in. When you turn around you see that they are standing right in front of you. Without even trying you have their full attention.

“Baby, you always look best in my clothes.” Namjoon says watching you pick up one of your bags by bending all the way over. The pretty purple gem is displayed for your boyfriends to see. There was no innocence in the movement. You don’t want to wait any longer. A hand too small to be Namjoon’s smacks your ass. “Oh, you're just teasing us now.”

Namjoon crouches down to throw you over his shoulder and brings you inside the cabin. You are giggling knowing this is exactly what you wanted him to do. They should call you the mastermind. He drops you on the crisp white sheets before kneeling in front of the bed. You scoot to the end of the bed so your legs are hanging off. Your second oldest boyfriend’s hands trail up the front of the hoodie and he quirks an eyebrow when he feels lace. Namjoon pulls the hoodie off in one swift motion and his breath catches. There is a moment of awe as he takes in the beautiful sight in front of him.

Jimin surges forward to appreciate the purple flower details barely covering your breasts. He is sitting beside you on the left while Joon’s large hands grip your thighs. Namjoon is wearing several silver rings on his fingers. Yoongi takes the other side trailing his long fingers across your ribcage.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” Jimin says stroking your hair. He’s always the most tender at first, but that rarely lasts long. “Got all dressed up just for us.”

Namjoon spreads your legs with his strong hands, resting himself between them. He leans down to place a sloppy kiss on your thigh. The sensitive skin of your thigh tingles as Joon drags his soft lips across them. Yoongi moves closer, sweeping your hair back to nip at your collarbone. Jimin’s hand wanders to your chest teasing your nipple through the thin fabric of the lingerie. With one hand you reach for Yoongi’s clothed crotch where you find he is already hard.

You reach toward Jimin and pull his shirt over his head, flinging it to the floor. He squeezes your breast before capturing your lips with his. Namjoon is taking his sweet time kissing your thighs, moving slightly closer to your cunt with every kiss. Jimin’s mouth slides down kissing at your neck before taking your hard nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the numb sending shivers down your spine.

“Take your clothes off.” You say to no one in particular.

Each of your boyfriends pause what they were doing to do as you asked. They stand stripping their clothes off while you watch. Jimin strokes his thick cock before resuming his place beside you. Namjoon takes Yoongi’s place on the bed and you immediately take his long thick cock in your hand. Of your boyfriends Namjoon is the longest and biggest with beautiful veins running up the side. Yoongi kneels in front of the bed sparing not even a second before he moves your lace panties aside so he can tongue your pussy. His tongue sends shocks of pleasure through your body.

“Jimin?” You question before opening your mouth wide.

Without a thought your youngest boyfriend starts to do as you asked before Namjoon stops him with a light hand on his chest.

“Have you forgotten how to ask for things, baby?” Namjoon asks, taking your jaw in his hand and forcing you to look at him.

Your grip tightens on Namjoon’s cock stroking faster until he lets go of your jaw. Pretty whimpers are falling from his lips. Jimin brings his cock to your lips and you appreciate the blush colored tip for a moment before swirling your tongue around it. Jimin hisses putting a gentle hand on the back of your head. You wrap your lips around his thick cock trying to move closer. Yoongi has other ideas as he pins your hips against the mattress and latches his lips around your clit. You groan around Jimin’s cock when your oldest boyfriend flicks his tongue. Jimin moves closer pushing more of himself into your mouth.

Namjoon is rubbing his hand across Jimin’s chest above you while you continue to stroke his cock with one hand. Your small hand barely wraps all the way around Namjoon’s length. Jimin thrusts into your mouth, low grunts are escaping his plush lips. Namjoon clears his throat and your eyes travel towards him. You pull your mouth off of Jimin with a satisfying pop. You lie flat on the firm bed and stick your tongue out.

Two of your boyfriends slap their cocks across your tongue while your hand goes to Yoongi’s hair. Your oldest boyfriend slips a finger inside of you, after finally removing your lace panties, curling it just the way you like. He knows how to make you gasp like it’s the first time every time. After three years together his skilled hands know exactly what to do. Your hand clenches into his hair and he groans. Namjoon and Jimin are kissing above you in a way that makes you clench around Yoongi’s fingers.

“Need your cock.” You say between breathy moans.

Yoongi drills his fingers into you faster while still holding down your hip with his other hand. The other boys continue to kiss each other moving further up the bed until Jimin is straddling Namjoon. This quickly leads to Jimin kissing down Namjoon’s torso and taking the older one’s cock into his mouth. Joon hisses as Jimin’s skilled lips work over the hard length. You are momentarily distracted by the lewd slurping sound Jimin is making as he sinks his mouth further onto Namjoon’s cock. Joon’s head is resting against the pillows thrown back with his eyes tightly shut.

“Whose cock do you need, angel?” Yoongi stops what he was doing, sending a shiver of disappointment through your body, and stands.

“Yours, please.”

Yoongi walks around the side of the bed and lies down with his hands above his head. You follow him to the head of the bed and sit on his strong thighs. You grind your wet pussy against his already leaking cock. Your oldest boyfriend grows tired of that very quickly and pulls you down by the back of the neck.

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” He commands, then pulls you in for a heated kiss.

Your hand reaches for his cock and lines it with your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto his thick length. You whine into his mouth as his cock stretches your tight hole. You do as Yoongi asked and start bouncing on his cock sitting up for better leverage and so you can watch your other boyfriends. Yoongi slides a hand from your hip to your perky nipple playing with the bud while he watches you fuck yourself on his hard cock.

“Don’t you want to play with me?” You ask, eyeing Jimin and Namjoon as you roll your hips on Yoongi’s cock.

Jimin is taking all of Namjoon’s length into his throat, gagging himself to make Namjoon’s back arch off the bed. It never fails to impress you that Jimin can take the whole cock in his mouth. Your youngest boyfriend's eyes turn toward you with his boyfriend’s cock still in his mouth.

“Jiminie, our girlfriend wants us.”

Jimin goes to Yoongi instead of you, but that leaves Namjoon to do what you’ve been waiting for all day. Joon kneels behind you, after retrieving something from the bedside table, while Yoongi pulls you against his chest. Yoongi’s cock slips out of you when Namjoon lifts your ass for easier access. Jimin is patiently waiting next to Yoongi’s head with his thick length in his hand.

“You look so pretty.” Namjoon mutters spreading your cheeks while Yoongi hugs you to his chest. Your oldest boyfriend lightly strokes your hair while your other boyfriend is getting situated. You place a soft kiss on the ‘7’ tattoo over Yoongi’s heart. “You took our gift so well.”

Namjoon puts his thumb against the anal plug and pushes it further in causing you groan loudly. Afterwards he gently pulls it out making sure you are okay every step of the way. He puts it to the side as your hole clenches around the air desperately needing something to fill you up. You hear the sound of a cap opening then a squirting sound followed by a cap closing.

“Are you ready, Joon?” Yoongi asks, moving his hands to grip your thighs.

“Yeah I’m ready.” Joon puts his cock between your cheeks. The tip is just barely grazing your puckered hole. He trails a long finger down your spine before he pulls his hand back to smack the side of your ass. “You ready?”

You nod your head not trusting yourself to say something without your voice breaking. Both men slowly insert themselves with comforting pats and kisses. Jimin sits on Yoongi’s face with his back to you. The phases of the moon on his toned back momentarily distract you from what is happening. Namjoon’s length is stretching your hole causing just a little discomfort. He knows to wait a few seconds before moving especially at his size.

Yoongi’s face is buried between Jimin’s ass cheeks while he tries to match Namjoon’s steady rhythm. Jimin’s hands are gripping the headboard so tightly you think he might break it. Yoongi’s tongue must be from some far away dimension. Everyone that has ever had the pleasure of receiving oral from him has said it’s like nothing else. You wholeheartedly agree.

Namjoon pulls your hair into a ponytail with his hand and pulls your head back. You yelp loving the stinging sensation from your hair being yanked. Pleasure shoots through you while they fuck you harder. Heat is pooling in your stomach making you want more, but how much more can you get? Jimin comes to kiss you while your boyfriends pick up the pace. Each thrust is leaving you more sensitive. You can feel your high coming. The air is filled with the sound of skin slapping and wet kisses. Jimin gasps suddenly and you look down to see Yoongi has put two fingers inside him.

“You’re doing so well.” Yoongi says grunting as he slams his cock into you. You moan an almost embarrassingly loud sound. “Good girl. Let us hear you.”

Yoongi’s thumb slips through your folds to find your swollen clit. Namjoon lets go of your hair wrapping his long fingers around your neck. He applies light pressure to the sides of your neck as he snaps his hips harder than before. Yoongi’s thumb is working in perfect time with the thrust of Namjoon’s hips. An incomprehensible string of names and noises leaves your mouth as your legs begin to shake.

“Gonna cum.” You whine, putting your hand over the one on your throat.

You try to fuck yourself on your boyfriends cocks but Namjoon holds his other hand to your waist. Yoongi chuckles, thrusting right into your G-spot, his gummy smile never leaving his face. How can he be smiling like that when he is ruining you? Yoongi’s finger flicks over your clit faster. Jimin takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud.

“Be a good girl and cum for us.” Namjoon whispers into your ear, tightening his grip on your neck.

His words are enough to send to you over the edge. Your holes clench around your boyfriend's cock and you ride your high. Namjoon releases your throat when he feels you start to sink. If anyone else were in the room they would think you are doing half the BTS fanchant with the way all you can say is your loves names. Jimin is the only thing stopping you from falling over. All your muscles are giving out in your state of bliss. Yoongi doesn’t stop moving his thumb until you grab his wrist.

Yoongi and Namjoon pull out of you slowly with soft touches. Jimin lifts you off of Yoongi and into his lap. Jimin cradles you in his arms pressing kisses to your nose and forehead. Namjoon crawls up the bed to hover over Yoongi before leaning in for a kiss. Yoongi lets Namjoon get comfortable in the kiss for a moment then flips him on his back. You are always a little surprised when Yoongi shows off his true strength. It’s a turn on for all of your partners. There is something incredibly sexy about being thrown around by your Yoongles.

Namjoon coats his cock in lube again with one hand while the other is lightly sliding across Yoongi’s ribcage. Your oldest boyfriend spreads his cheeks as he sinks down onto Namjoon’s length. His head is thrown back as he braces himself with his hands on thighs that you will gladly let crush your entire being. Namjoon groans, lowering his hands to Yoongi’s hips while you and Jimin watch. Your youngest boyfriend continues to pepper your neck with kisses and you can feel his hard length against your back.

“Do you want to taste me?” You ask Jimin warmly with your eyes still trained on Yoongi bouncing his plump ass on Namjoon’s cock.

“Lie down for me.” Jimin instructs and you shake your head sharply. Your eyes lock on the length still slick with your arousal flopping against Yoongi’s stomach as he searches for his high. “Oh…you want to watch me suck Yoongi off. Dirty girl.”

Jimin goes into a kissing frenzy covering every inch of your upper body with over exaggerated smooches before doing what you asked him. He’s slow to interrupt them and you get it. They look so perfect like this. Yoongi gladly takes hold of Jimin’s head and guides him making him moan even louder.

“Angel, are you enjoying the show?”

“The best show I’ve seen all week.”

“That’s it, baby.” Yoongi says to Jimin a hand threading through his dark hair.

Jimin licks the tip of Yoongi’s cock keeping eye contact with you. He is about to say something when Yoongi thrusts into his mouth effectively cutting him off. All three men moan in unison and you swear if you played it back you would hear three part harmony. Few sounds in the universe compare to hearing the three of them playing together. The loves of your life enjoying each other to the fullest. Jimin is gagging on Yoongi’s cock tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

You shakily get to your knees and pull Jimin away wanting to give Yoongi only a taste of pleasure. He will get frustrated which is a very hot look on him. You pull Jimin on top of you and he wastes no time going back to kissing your neck. Jimin is rutting his cock against your sopping core. After a few moments of this you grow tired and angle your hips so Jimin will slip inside of you. He sighs, carefully pushing himself inside of you knowing how sensitive you must be.

“I’m ready for more, Chim.” You say lightly tracing your fingernails over his shoulder blades.

“What if he wanted to keep sucking me off?”

Your head rolls to the side to watch as Yoongi continues to fuck himself on Joon’s cock. You aren’t surprised it took him a moment to say something. Namjoon is well known for leaving each of you speechless with his many talents, even if Yoongi is doing most of the work right now. Yoongi stills for a second before stirring his hips. A steady string of breathless moans are coming from Namjoon’s mouth.

“I’d rather you fuck me.” Jimin groans as he pushes further inside of you. “What are you waiting for?”

Yoongi leans forward and pushes his hands against Namjoon’s massive well-defined pecs. There is a squelching sound as Yoongi pulls off of the second oldest’s length. The oldest raises an eyebrow at Jimin like he’s trying to assess whether Jimin is joking. There is no hint of joke as your nails scratch at Jimin’s back while he thrusts deeper into you. His cock is hitting the sweet spot deep inside of you. Someone is going to scold you for the marks you are leaving on his back.

“Anything for my Jimin.” Yoongi uses his lower register when he speaks.

The tone of Yoongi’s voice sends butterflies to the guts Jimin is wrecking. Namjoon sits up taking two pillows from behind his head. He taps the side of your thigh and Jimin slows his pace so you can lift your hips up. Namjoon slides the pillows under your ass giving you better leverage and giving Yoongi better access to Jimin’s pretty pink hole.

Jimin’s teeth sink into your collarbone when Yoongi enters him. The oldest moans louder than he usually does and you know he must be close to finishing. Yoongi starts slow but his movements are deliberate. He knows what he wants to do. You move your hips as Jimin’s stills inside of you. Jimin matches Yoongi’s thrusts trying to hold back the noises building in his throat. You and Jimin are moaning in unison, each of you barely being able to contain yourselves. Yoongi smacks Jimin’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint. Jimin begs for more with Yoongi’s name coming out of his mouth several times.

Namjoon is silently watching from the other side of the bed. He is rolling his right nipple between his index finger and the thumb of his left hand. His right hand is loosely wrapped around his cock as he patiently waits for his turn. His calm demeanor is so sexy. You cannot compose yourself the same way watching your boyfriends go at it.

“Can I cum in your ass?” Yoongi grunts slamming his cock into Jimin’s ass hard enough your youngest boyfriend almost falls over.

“Please, Yoongi!” Jimin replies, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Their skin slaps together while Yoongi’s breathing becomes more erratic. He pulls almost all the way out and slams himself back in repeating the motion several more times until his head falls back. Curses are falling from soft lips as he fills Jimin’s hole. Yoongi kisses Jimin’s back lazily for a moment before pulling out. He crawls to the other side of the bed and flops onto his back.

Namjoon takes Yoongi’s spot watching his cum seep out of Jimin’s puckered pink hole. He hardly wastes a moment pushing himself in and immediately hitting the sweet spot inside your youngest boyfriend. The wet sound of Namjoon fucking your youngest boyfriend is tantilizing. Jimin uses his thumb to brush over your clit while Joon’s hand grabs his left shoulder. Namjoon pulls Jimin back and his cock slips out of you. You think quickly to find a new way to not feel empty.

After moving the pillows from under you, you turn toward the foot of the bed so your face is resting just under Jimin’s cock. Namjoon has both of Jimin’s wrists clasped in one hand while he rams his cock into the smaller man. Jimin is a whimpering mess. He can barely hold his head up as he begs Namjoon for more. You are amazed by the core strength he still has to be in a position where you can still suck his cock.

Your tongue circles Jimin’s tip, lapping up your essence. His brow is crumpled and his mouth is forming a tight O. You lick down his length taking one of his balls into your mouth. A hand caresses your thigh pushing your legs to your chest. Yoongi holds your legs up while he situates himself behind you.

You continue to work Jimin’s cock licking and sucking however you can from this angle. Yoongi’s tongue rolls over your pussy exploring every fold. Jimin’s balls begin to tighten under your lips. You stroke his cock faster with one hand. He may have tried to stop you if Namjoon didn’t have his hands. Yoongi slips a finger inside you along with his sweeping tongue. Each second is bringing you closer to losing it. You curse as Yoongi curls his fingers.

Joon pulls out, setting Jimin into a stable position before he kneels beside your head. Jimin strokes himself in time with Namjoon. You open your mouth preparing to receive their cum. Namjoon pushes your hair out of your face before he reaches his high. You pull your boyfriends closer trying to catch as much as you can in your mouth.

“Yoongi!” You scream when he flicks his tongue over your clit sending you over the edge while your other boyfriends paint your face.

The warm liquid drips down your face. For several seconds you continue to lick at the overstimulated pink tips while they whine. They pull away when they can no longer stand the sensation.

Yoongi is the first to get up walking towards the bathroom to retrieve something to clean up with. Your other boyfriends lie beside you waiting for Yoongi to return. It only takes him a moment to return with a few damp cloths in his hand. He first hands one to Namjoon before turning to you. He carefully wipes your skin knowing that your skin is easily irritated. You help each other clean up then fall back into a cuddle puddle.

“Our curse is broken.” You say wedged between Jimin and Namjoon. You nudge your nose against Jimin’s shoulder. He smells sweet even after sweating from his efforts. “How the fuck did you get Tae to take those pictures?”

“It actually wasn’t very hard. He seemed like he liked it if I’m being honest.” Namjoon replies with a hand lazily playing with your hair. “We all chipped in and bought him tickets to three different Jazz festivals in the states over the summer.”

“He was really impressed by the length we wanted to go for you.” Yoongi says from behind Jimin. “He was happy to help make you happy.”

Namjoon’s stomach grumbles and Yoongi jumps up. He starts getting dressed while the rest of you sit up. You know Yoongi is going to start dinner now. In the eyes of the public Yoongi has a unique way of showing his love. He loves acting like everything he does for you is no big deal. He leaves the cabin before the rest of you have even gotten your underwear on. You smack Jimin’s ass as he leans down to retrieve his boxers from the floor. He giggles getting back on the bed to pin you down and pepper your face with kisses. Namjoon lifts him off of you and sets him on the floor.

“Let's go help Yoon.”

Namjoon hands Jimin the rest of his clothes after pressing a kiss to the top of his head. You watch them leave the cabin before you get up. No one really cleaned up before you started cuddling. Things were just pushed to the floor without a thought. There’s not really a reason for you to clean up, but there is no way they’ll let you help with the cooking. It only takes a few minutes to straighten up the room. It’s ready to be slept in again or whatever other activity might take place here.

Once again wearing Namjoon’s hoodie you step outside to find your boyfriends. In the middle ground between the three cabins there is a fire pit and grill where Yoongi is expertly cooking meat. Jimin is cutting vegetables while Namjoon sits to the side with a book. That is in the best interest of everyone. The last thing we need is the leader of the biggest boy band in the world losing a finger while cutting mushrooms. Namjoon does enough in this world. He is the cause of so many wonderful things. As his partners you try to take any burden you can off his shoulders.

“Baby?” Namjoon questions stretching his arms out to the sides.

You take your place on his lap, snuggling your head against his shoulder. You pull your feet off the ground and curl up against his chest. He kisses the crown of your head holding you tightly against his chest. His eyes fall back to the poetry he was reading and for a moment you try to read along. But unless Namjoon is reading it out loud to you, poetry isn’t really your thing. You relax yourself against your boyfriend breathing in his familiar scent. It’s comforting to be here surrounded by lush green trees where you can hear the birds chirping in the distance. For just a moment everything is simple and you don’t have to worry that someone might take a photo that could ruin your boyfriend’s career.

Over the last three years there have been a few close calls, but mostly because of intense fan speculation. You think because of your position as one of Hybe’s top producers a lot of fans don’t speculate about why you spend so much time with the members. Your name is in the credits of several artists albums and army think you just have a special connection with BTS. Which is true, but you think it’s funny because you’ve produced far more songs for TXT.

Of course, accounts have started rumors but it’s never gotten to the point where Hybe had to make a statement. You’ve seen rumors that you don’t like the other four members because you are mostly seen with Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin. That’s really not true. The other members hold a special place in your heart. The relationship you have with your boyfriends wouldn’t work if you didn’t like their members. They are each other's family and they are your family.

There have been brief conversations about revealing your relationship to the public. Not because you want everyone to know exactly but because you don’t want to pretend things aren’t true. You don’t like lying when people ask you about your relationship status. Jimin has repeatedly stated that he’s ready to go public whenever the rest of you are. Namjoon has a lot more to think about as the leader. This doesn’t just affect the four of you, but a wide number of people. You dream that all army will accept you but you know there is little to no chance of that.

You are about to broach the subject when Yoongi announces the food is ready. Namjoon secures you against his chest and carries you to the table despite your protests. Jimin sits beside you while Namjoon and Yoongi sit across from you. Jimin takes your plate from in front of you and loads it with meat and vegetables before serving himself.

For a moment you eat in silence appreciating the culinary skills of your oldest boyfriend. Yoongi knows just how you like your food. He remembers even the smallest details that sometimes you even forget yourself. Yoongi’s eyebrows are knitted together while he guides the food to mouth. Yoongi takes a deep breath before he swallows a piece of meat and wipes his mouth.

“I’m just going to ask her.” He says looking towards his boyfriends as their backs straighten and their eyes widen. Your stomach drops. Wild thoughts are running through your mind. You set your chopsticks down, not trusting yourself to hold them steady. “Do you want to move in with us?”

“Yoongi! You said we’d do that after dinner.” Jimin whines and you sigh relieved that none of your crazy assumptions were right. They love you. They wouldn’t go through all this trouble if they didn’t.

“He must’ve gotten tired of waiting. We’ve been figuring out how we want to do this for a while. We would really like for all of us to be living in the same place. It’s been three years and I want to stop missing you when I go home. I want to come home to you.” Namjoon says, setting his chopsticks across the tiny kimchi dish in front of him.

“So we’ve been talking about all of us moving into Joon and Jimin’s building. It’ll take a while for them to remodel their apartments into one but we can figure out what to do in the meantime together. We are tired of not coming home to you.” Yoongi’s tongue nervously licks at the corner of his mouth.

“Of course I want to live with my boyfriends, but won’t it be a little complicated explaining why I’m constantly coming in and out of your building?”

It would be a dream come true to finally live with them full time, but can it really be that easy? The paparazzi will notice and that will cause more articles and attention they don’t need right now. You are a producer, not someone who is used to being the focus. Dealing with roaches like the paparazzi more than you do now will be difficult. It’s something you are willing to do for your boyfriends. That is part of the life they live.

“That’s another thing we want to talk about.” Jimin says, turning to look into your eyes after securing nods from his boyfriends. “We don’t want to hide our relationship anymore.”

Fireworks erupt in your stomach. How are they always on the same page as you even when they haven’t told you? It’s like they know you better than you know yourself. You’ve expressed how tired it makes you sometimes but you didn’t think they would take it seriously. They know how well you understand that it’s not always as easy as you wish it were. Bangtan are secure in their careers. Something like this should never derail someone’s career but you are confident they will be fine no matter how many “army” leave. It’ll just make it easier for the real army to see them.

“You want to let everyone know? What about the other boys? And the managers? Are they okay with this?”

The last thing you want is to cause unnecessary tension between your boyfriends and their brothers. The managers you could handle, but you care far more about what the rest of the Tannies think. BTS is still BTS without their company but without all the members they are not BTS. You are happy for this to happen but not if all members are not on board. Honestly you want to speak to them about it yourself before anything happens. You don’t want them to feel pressured to say yes.

“Baby, don’t worry about that. We had a discussion as a team and they were all supportive of this decision. You’ve been with us for three years and we hope you stay for many more years.” Namjoon says with a soft smile. “We are only going to do this if you want to. No matter how we do it, it’s going to be an adjustment for you.”

“We don’t really want there to be ‘Hello this is Bighit Music. Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin are meeting Yn with good feelings’ sort of announcement about this. I was thinking about just posting you on my instagram. Instead of making it a big deal we just stop denying what has been going on. It’s going to be difficult to explain this to some people.” Yoongi gestures towards his partners during the last sentence. “I think that will cause the least definite chaos. We can let people speculate without hiding.”

“I’m ready to do this. I’ll be okay as long as I have you three by my side.”

You hold your arms out to Jimin and he gladly accepts your hug. Namjoon and Yoongi get up and walk around the table to join in the hug. They sit back down and you return to dinner with a light feeling in your heart.

It’s almost like a dream. Everything you want suddenly is being talked about seriously. Your boyfriends are just as deeply invested in this relationship as you are. Not that you really doubted that before now but having confirmation is always nice. You can’t contain your smile. You are so in love you think your chest might burst.

“Jimin, have you lost your mind?” Yoongi says sometime later when you are roasting marshmallows over the fire. You are sitting on his lap holding the stick to roast the marshmallow. Your mind was drifting off to other places not really listening to their conversation until now. “Shake Shack is not better than In-N-Out.”

“The quality of basically everything is better and they have a million more options.” Jimin retorts, crossing his arms. “Say that you’re boring and go.”

“In-N-Out has a nice simplicity and price point. In-N-Out gives you a classic American burger and fries without any confusion. How many times have you ever had Shake Shake? Like twice.” Yoongi says side eyeing Jimin over your shoulder.

“YN lived in California for a year. She’s an expert on this subject.” Namjoon says with a dimpled smile because he knows you aren’t agreeing with Jimin.

You’ve debated something similar to this with the other members and he knows your opinion. Jungkook was especially passionate that In-N-Out was better. You were surprised Taehyung didn’t leave the room with the way Jungkook was acting as if it was life or death. The way they debate things as if it’s a personal betrayal if the other doesn’t agree never gets old.

“Yoon is definitely right. Sorry love.” You blow Jimin a kiss while Yoongi pulls you back to kiss your neck.

“That’s my girl.” Yoongi whispers in your ear sending a chill down your spine.

You distract yourself by making a s’more with your perfectly golden marshmallow. The center is the perfect level of gooey to help the graham crackers stick together. You turn slightly to feed Yoongi giggling when a glob of marshmallow gets stuck to his upper lip. He wipes it off with his index finger and holds it out. Your lips close around his finger suckling until his finger is clean.

Sitting by the crackling fire with your boyfriends is so peaceful. It's amazing that you haven’t run out of things to say in three years. One of them always has a new story to tell you about the places they’ve traveled to. Namjoon often tells you about the strangers he meets in museums and on his long bike rides.

You are the first one to head back to another one of the cabins with sleepy eyes. No matter how much you want to, you aren’t getting into bed smelling like campfire. You head into the bathroom thankful the tiles aren’t cold. The shower is stocked with your favorite products and you can’t help but smile at the extra mile they will go to make you comfortable. You are surprised no one tried to join you. Usually, they jump at the chance.

You are lathering your hair when the bathroom door opens. Apparently you spoke too soon. Jimin is on the other side of the door in just his boxers, which he quickly shimmies out of. He doesn’t ask before opening the door and stepping inside. You expect as much after how many times he’s joined you in the past. You aren’t one to deny him of a simple pleasure.

“Excuse me, is there room for two?” He says giving you his sweetest smile.

“There’s always room for my Jimin.” You say turning your back to the water rinsing the shampoo from your hair.

Jimin grabs your hips leaning down to kiss your collarbone while you continue washing your hair. Your youngest boyfriend’s lips trail down until he takes your nipple into his mouth. Your hands grip his hair, a gasp leaving your lips as he swirls his tongue. He sucks harshly before releasing you and moving on to the other nipple.

You let go of Jimin’s hair maneuvering him under the water and soaking his hair. He continues exploring your chest with his tongue while you wash his hair. If soap is getting in his eyes he's not complaining. You pull his head back, rinsing the shampoo from his hair. Once the soap is gone he pulls you in for a heavy kiss turning you so your back is facing the shower head. His plush lips move against your with sloppy movements like he’s desperate. He kisses down your body leaving a few marks along the way. Once he is squatting he grabs your ass pulling you closer until his mouth is under your pussy. Jimin uses his fingers to spread your lips then uses a flat tongue to lick thick strips across you.

Your hands find his strong shoulders, nails digging in as his tongue lolls over the sensitive skin between your lips coating you in his saliva. Jimin slides his hands to your thighs as he zigzags his tongue causing you to buck your hips into his face.

“Easy, YN.” He warns with a sharp smack to your ass.

Jimin traces the curve of your inner thigh with one hand while he goes back to work licking, and sucking your cunt. He teases your hole with the tip of his finger barely pushing in before pulling away. You whine and he chuckles against you vibrating your sensitive clit. Jimin quickly takes it into his mouth while inserting two fingers. Your moan echoes off the pale tiles of the shower.

“Jimiiiiiiiiin.” You whine trying to restrain yourself from riding his face.

You rock your hips experimentally in time with the thrust of his fingers and he uses his other hand to smack your ass again. You stick your lip out sliding your hands to Jimin’s hair. He looks so pretty with his hair slicked back feasting on your pussy. His fingers curl finding the bundle of nerves deep inside you.

An unintelligible sound leaves your mouth only encouraging him further. His tongue flicks across your clit with expert speed bringing you closer to finishing with each second. He looks into your eyes while he harshly sucks your clit and you can’t hold back the sway of your hips against his mouth. He smacks your ass before fucking his fingers into you harder. You use Jimin’s shoulders to steady yourself as your legs begin to shake.

Warmth fills your stomach as your high approaches. Jimin’s never relenting movements send you over the edge with one last swipe of his tongue. He quickly stands pulling your weight up with him. Your knees are jelly so you wrap your arms around his neck. Jimin would never let you fall. He kisses your shoulder with featherlight touches and you can feel the smile on his face. He’s proud of himself. You lift your head looking into his beautiful eyes for a moment before you pull him in for another kiss.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, my love.” He says after a moment of sweet embrace.

Jimin lathers a washcloth, turning you around so he can wash your back. His hands roam every dip and curve of your body as he washes it clean; sending shivers down your spine as he touches oversensitive areas. He kisses your shoulders tenderly with his hands on your hips.

You help Jimin clean himself pointedly ignoring his cock. Saving that for the end as a little treat for getting through this shower. You aren’t sure how you are still standing. Once you’ve touched every other part of him you take Jimin’s hard length in your hand, squeezing it before he puts a hand on your wrist. You pout, wanting to show him the same kindness he showed you.

“I think Yoongi would like it if you watched him suck me off.”

“That’s a new revelation.” Your eyebrow arches but you release his cock turning to shut the water off.

“Maybe to you.” He smirks, holding back his laughter.

You hand a towel to Jimin before grabbing your own. You wonder what he means by that. Has he been watching Namjoon and Yoongi? Or perhaps Joon has watched him and Yoongi? You can’t stop staring at Jimin’s lean body as he dries off wondering what his eyes have seen. You think after three years you would be used to how sexy your boyfriends are, but somehow you aren’t.

Jimin helps blow dry your hair before braiding it neatly behind your back. He presses his lips to the crown of your head. You are impressed at how good he’s gotten. He didn’t even pull your hair like he used to. Maybe he’s been practicing on Yoongi. Your oldest boyfriend has sent you a few pictures of his hair braided recently.

Jimin gives you one of Namjoon’s shirts and a pair of pink cheeky underwear to put on before you can even look for your bag. After you’re dressed you flop onto the massive bed where your other boyfriends are waiting. Yoongi has his head resting against Namjoon’s chest. You lie your head on the other side of his chest and Namjoon wraps an arm around you. His pecs are actually quite soft when he’s not flexing them despite the insane amount of muscle he has. Namjoon’s bare skin is warm against your cheek.

Somehow Jimin has remained bricked up this whole time. Yoongi’s eyes widen and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he sees his boyfriend flaunting himself. Namjoon lets go of Yoongi as the latter sits up. Yoongi gets off the bed and walks towards Jimin pulling him onto the bed next to us. Jimin sits with his back resting against the soft gray headboard.

“Make him feel good, my love.” Namjoon’s voice is low as he turns onto his side, pushing you into the same position. He reaches to the bedside table for his glasses wanting to see this clearly. He always looks so sexy with his glasses. You look over your shoulder, heart fluttering at the intense stare Namjoon has on Jimin.

Yoongi meets your eyes before crouching to take the tip of Jimin’s leaking cock into his mouth. The younger one gasps but keeps his hands firmly at his sides. With one hand Yoongi fondles Jimin’s smooth balls pulling another whiny sound from his lips. You watch the movement of his bare skin almost mesmerized by his body. Your oldest boyfriend sucks the tip of the cock with a tight ‘o’ shaped mouth.

Jimin is grasping at the sheets like a lifeline as Yoongi works his mouth down the younger’s cock. Yoongi’s eyes drift to the side checking to see if you are watching. He seems even more enthusiastic after confirming you are watching. His hand travels to Jimin’s abs tracing the dips with his index finger. Yoongi is rutting against the bed in long strokes causing his boxers to bunch up.

“Yoongi!” A high pitched whine comes from Jimin’s mouth as Yoongi takes the full length in his mouth.

Namjoon’s hand pushes against your stomach to bring you closer to him. You scoot back until your back is flush with his front. You shake your ass against Namjoon’s crotch when you feel that he is half hard watching his boyfriends. He puts a hand on your hip squeezing it in warning.

You decide to focus on your other boyfriends. You are enjoying this far more than you thought you would. It’s somehow thrilling that you can’t touch them. Continuous moans are leaving Jimin’s pillow lips as he begins arching off the bed, sending himself further into Yoongi’s ready throat. Tears are gathering at the corners of the older’s eyes as he chokes himself. Jimin’s hands finally leave the sheets grabbing for Yoongi’s hair and pulling him off for a moment. Jimin guides his head to look at you and Namjoon.

“Look at them enjoying the show you’re putting on.” Jimin tugs Yoongi’s hair so he’ll look back at him. “I’m so close. I’m going to fuck your throat.”

Yoongi glances at you again before nodding his head. Jimin holds his head in place and thrusts into the slack jaw in front of him. Yoongi groans trying not to gag and failing. If you weren’t so tired you would jump in right now. Yoongi is grinding against the bed looking for his own release.

Jimin’s moans grow louder until he shoots down Yoongi’s throat. When Jimin’s muscles start to relax after his release Yoongi pins him to the bed and continues to suck the over sensitive length. Only when Jimin is begging him to stop does he pull off wiping his mouth. He stands walking to the restroom with an obvious wet spot on the front of his boxers.

Yoongi comes back with boxers for Jimin and promptly climbs into bed beside you. You stroke his hair as he puts his hand over Joon’s on your hip. After three years you thought you would know everything about what they like in bed. You are happy to learn new things about their preferences that can take your experiences to the next level. Especially when there is almost always another person in your relationship that would be willing to sit to the side and watch.

“I learn something new about you every day, Yoon.”

Instead of answering you he scoots further down the bed to hide his face in your titties. He rests his nose in your cleavage after lifting your shirt and uses his hands to push your breasts against his face.

“Did you just find out?” Joon asks, keeping his voice soft and low. “I thought you told her.”

“You knew too?” Your bottom lip juts out. You look down at the top of Yoongi’s head as he continues to play with your tits. “How long have you been hiding Yoongi? You can tell me anything. Obviously I’m not going to shame you.”

“When you left on yours and Yoongi’s birthday to go get drinks with Chaeyoung and Jihyo we noticed something different when Joon was sitting off to the side watching. Yoon admitted it to us then.” Jimin replies and you see Yoongi’s leg swing backwards to kick him, but he misses.

“That was four months ago!” You say a little louder than is appropriate for this situation. You are sure there is a reason that he didn’t tell you, but you are a little dejected knowing he told your other partners but not you. “He just came rubbing himself on the bed. Think of all the fun we could've had with that. Why are you embarrassed? It's just us.”

Yoongi whines, the sound vibrating against your bare skin, like he can’t believe you just said that. This isn’t even the most casual way you’ve discussed something like this. You aren’t sure why he’s so shy this time. It’s just the four of us here.

“I thought maybe it was just a one or two time thing.” His voice is muffled by your breasts which he is still jiggling against his face. “Then I didn’t want you to feel obligated to not join and I wasn’t sure if you’d find it hot in the same way they do.”

“Making you feel good is hot.”

You take his hand guiding him towards your cunt. He groans when his fingers touch the wetness between your thighs. He tries to touch you further but you pull his hand from your panties. You’ll have plenty of time for that later, but for now you are tired. Yoongi licks his finger clean before turning to cuddle Jimin.

“Goodnight. I love you.” Jimin says and each of you echo his words.

Jimin turns all the lights off and the four of you crawl under the blankets. You are thankful this bed is so large. No matter how much you love these men that doesn’t negate the fact that you need some space. Normally, only one of them sleeps next to you. Even two of them is a crowd on your bed at home. You are a happy fool to have them all here with you comfortably.

Only one man is remaining when you wake to the sun streaming through the window of the cabin. Namjoon is curled up into a ball on the other side of the bed. He must’ve moved away when the other two got up. Quietly you walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth before lying back down. You don’t want to disturb his sleep. Lord knows he doesn’t get enough of it.

While you wait for him to wake up you pick up the book he left on the bedside table. You get through two chapters before Namjoon yawns, stretching his long arms out in search of you. You place the book back where you found it and rush to cuddle into his chest.

“Good morning, baby.” He rumbles his rough morning voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Good morning, Joonie.” You could really go for a smoothie right now so instead of curling closer to Namjoon and inevitably getting sucked into his charms you sit up. “Let’s get breakfast. Where are Yoon and Chim?”

“They went for a walk. I’m not sure how long they’ll be gone.” Namjoon says, stepping out of bed after placing his thick lensed glasses on his face.

Part of you is upset they won’t be eating breakfast with you. This weekend is supposed to be about being together as the four of us. Each meal is important to you, but you want them to enjoy themselves too. It's so rare they get a nice break away from it all like this. Your train of thought is derailed by Namjoon’s broad shoulders. After all these years the sight of him shirtless stills makes you want to melt into a puddle for him to step in.

His sweats are riding low on his hips showing even more of his beautiful tan skin. You follow him through the bedroom door towards the small kitchen. There is a futuristic looking refrigerator you are sure is stocked with the boys favorite beers. Namjoon pulls frozen fruit from the freezer.

“How’d you know I wanted a smoothie?” You ask resting your head against his back while he plops the frozen chunks in the blender.

“Baby, you drink a smoothie every morning.” He chuckles, making his back rumble against your face. “Even if one of us isn’t here to make it for you.”

“They taste better when you make them.” You reason watching as he adds more ingredients.

He adds the oat milk and starts the process of blending. You make avocado toast while Joon tries to make the smoothie less clumpy. He’s an expert smoothie maker after three years of dating you. It’s not something you ever asked them to do, but like a lot of things they wanted to make your life easier. Even if it's something this miniscule.

Namjoon carries the cups to the small round table a few feet away. You follow him with the avocado toast in hand placing one in front of him and the other on your side. No one speaks as you dig into your breakfast. It’s very peaceful to be here with one of the loves of your life.

“I love you.” Namjoon says while you are admiring the flowers just outside of the window.

Hearing those words so randomly never gets old. Some people think you say those words too much, but you don’t think there is such a thing. If you love someone you should let them know whenever you can. You never know when the last time you will be able to express your feelings is. The tiniest things remind you of why you love your boyfriends and you will take any opportunity to tell them.

“I love you, Joon.”

Namjoon takes the dishes, telling you to sit in the living room while he washes the dishes. You don’t argue knowing he won’t listen to you. Your head rests against the armrest while you stare at your phone. There are a few messages from your coworkers but all four of you promised there would be no work on this trip. Jungkook sent you a video of Bam running in circles trying to catch his tail.

You turn your camera to where you can see Namjoon washing the dishes and snap a picture of him. ‘He’s doing the dishes again’ you write over the picture before sending it. Jungkook has always been closer to you than the other members. Maybe it’s because you two are fairly close in age. It’s a very light hearted friendship where you do stupid stuff together that sometimes makes Namjoon scold you. It’s also a friendship with someone who you can tell anything to and he will try to help you. Having relationships outside of your romantic ones is very important to you. Jungkook may be biased sometimes but he has your best interest in his heart always.

Namjoon’s phone dings on the table and he checks it after finishing the dishes. His eyes widen before he looks towards you with a fake angry face. No one likes seeing actually angry Namjoon. It takes a lot for that to happen so when it does whoever made it happen should be terrified. Namjoon stalks towards you holding out his phone as evidence of your wrongdoing. It's hard to keep the giggles inside.

“Why’d you send Jungkook this picture?”

“I thought he might enjoy it.” You say with a cheeky smile. “It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. You were his first real crush.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes like that isn’t the truth and joins you on the couch. The truth is young Jungkook did join the company because he had a crush on Namjoon. A crush that lasted well into their trainee days. Jungkook denied that he ever had a crush on your boyfriend until about four years after debut. He went a little overboard the first time he was legally allowed to drink and spilled some secrets including that one. There was also something about Taehyung but you can’t remember what that was about. Everyone jokes about it now, including Jungkook, but at the time he thought it was going to tear the group apart. It was around this time Jimin and Yoongi also admitted to the other members they had a crush on Namjoon. For a while they thought everyone had a crush on Namjoon at some point.

Soft hair tickles your thighs as Namjoon rests his head. You continue looking at your phone absentmindedly playing with strands of his black hair. A huff leaves Namjoon’s lips and you guess he must be tired of the lack of attention. Which is rich considering his head is in your lap.

“Do you want a kiss?” You ask, dropping your phone to the floor and puckering your lips.

Namjoon flips over parting your legs so he can lean in to kiss you. You wrap your legs around his bare waist while he continues to kiss you. His lips part allowing your tongue to explore his mouth. One second you are making out on the couch and the next he picks you up never breaking his lips from yours. The movement was swift and practiced because he’s done this to you and Jimin hundreds of times. Yoongi puts up more of a fight. He carries you towards the bedroom lips moving to your cheek then to your neck. Your hands are grasping the smooth skin of his muscular shoulders.

Once you reach the bed he lies flat on his back so you are sitting on him and pulls you down to continue kissing you. There is a part of you that loves when he moves you around like you weigh nothing. It’s obvious that he gets off on it no matter how he denies it.

You drag your cunt across Namjoon’s clothed cock while you continue to kiss his pretty lips. He nibbles your lip before pushing his tongue inside your mouth. His long fingers grip your hips guiding you as you grind against him. Namjoon groans as your lips suck at his neck just hard enough to not leave a mark.

Your lust is soaking through your pink panties leaving a mark on the front of Namjoon’s boxers. He pulls the oversized shirt over your head, throwing it to the side and takes your breasts in his hand. Namjoon’s large hands easily cover your breasts despite their size. His fingers stroke your sensitive skin paying special attention to your perky nipples. He pulls you forward so he can take the bud into his mouth, sucking lightly until you pull back.

He doesn’t like that though and lifts you off of his lap. Namjoon turns you around so your ass is in his face and pushes your shoulders down. Your face is inches from his cock that is getting fuller by the second. Namjoon takes the sides of your panties into his hands and jerks them away from your body, effectively ripping them off of you. You draw a sharp breath, butterflies shocking your stomach. There is no time to process what happened as he inserts a finger to his second knuckle curling it inside.

You push the waistband of Namjoons boxers to his knees, freeing his hard cock. Not a moment is wasted as you take the tip in your mouth. Namjoon sits up on the end of the bed moving you so the front of your thighs are over his shoulders. The front of your body is flush with his. His toned abs are pressed against your breasts causing friction against your sensitive nipples in a way that makes your cunt throb. Your boyfriend licks your pussy with thick flat tongued passes as you take more of him in your mouth at this strange angle.

When Namjoon stands you brace yourself against the side of his thighs with your hands not wanting the sudden movement to cause an accident. Namjoon’s hands hold tightly to your waist, easily holding you up as he continues to kiss and lick your cunt. Your full trust is in Namjoon as you begin bobbing your head taking him further into your mouth. His long cock hits the back of your throat and he moans against you sending a vibration up your spine.

Blood is rushing to your head as you lap at Namjoon’s head that is becoming pinker the longer you work on it. You take a breath mewling from the way your boyfriend is sucking your clit before taking all of him into your throat. His mouth pops off of your pussy to let a deep groan out. You know if he wasn’t holding you like this he would’ve taken your head in his hands.

“That’s it baby. You’re taking my cock so well.”

You take a deep breath through your nose swallowing around the fat head of his cock. Your tongue licks around him as best you can. Your boyfriend’s sweet moans are filling the room. Namjoon goes back to licking your clit with expert precision until you can no longer take it. Your orgasm is quickly building but you don’t want it to be over just yet. You pull off his length, gasping for air and whining.

“Down.” You ask tapping the side of his thigh like you are tapping out of a wrestling match. Namjoon quickly takes you by your hips and sets you onto the bed with a concerned look on his face. He stands at the edge of the bed looking like a Greek god while he waits for you to say anything else. “I’m okay. I need more.”

You watch as he looks down at you with a lustful smile. He kneels in front of you kissing your thighs tenderly like you are made of porcelain. Namjoon works his way up to your pussy continuing to only kiss you until a finger slips inside of you. He then immediately sucks your swollen clit into his mouth. Your yelp turns into a moan as he pushes his finger deeper inside you.

“You’re so pretty. Still so wet and ready after all we did yesterday.” His hand stills while he finds your eyes. “I’ll try to go easy on you. I know you must be sore.”

Before you can reply to him he’s taking your cunt back into his mouth and begins zig zagging his tongue. You grasp the sheets beside your hands tightly whining loudly. Namjoon pushes another finger inside, stretching your tight cunt to prepare you for his cock.

“Oh fuck.” You say followed by a high pitched moan as Joon finds the rough patch of nerves inside of you. Your orgasm is building further with a continuous stream of moans making it hard to speak. “Need your cock.”

“What was that, baby? Speak up.”

You take his wrist in your small hand trying to stop him. He doesn’t stop knowing that usually you want him to keep going even when you grab him like this. You won’t be able to say this clearly with his fingers sliding in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Namjoon.” His fingers are still inside of you. He straightens up looking you in the eyes for long enough you can articulate a clear sentence. “I need you to fuck me with your big cock, please.”

His eyes widen like he isn’t expecting you to be that direct. A smirk works its way onto his face while he motions for you to move further onto the bed. He positions himself between your legs putting a finger in his mouth to taste your juices. He brushes the fingers of his other hand along the outside of your thigh sending a tingle through your spine.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Namjoon slaps his cock against your wet cunt with a satisfying noise. He slides it up and down your slit, coating his length in your essence. He holds his thumb against his length while pushing it through your folds. The tip of his dick comes within a few centimeters of your belly button. Something he has noted several times yet he still refuses to admit maybe he has a size kink. He slides his length through your folds several times teasing you until you almost scream in frustration.

“Joonieeeee.” You whine reaching for his cock. “Need you.”

He finally obliges stretching you when he enters your tight cunt. He rolls his hips slowly easing into you with care. Your stomach is warm and you can’t hold back a gasp. Even after all the times you’ve been together you never get used to how good his cock feels. When Namjoon is finally completely inside of you he catches your eye. For a moment you look into his eyes before they dart to the familiar bulge in your stomach. He pulls out until just the tip is inside of your soaking pussy watching how the outline disappears. He thrusts back inside of you with eyes glued to your stomach.

“Can you hold your legs for me?” He pushes your legs towards either shoulder spreading you out for him to admire.

You follow his instruction, placing your hands at the bends of your knees. The new angle aids Namjoon’s dick in pushing ever further inside of you. He fills you up so nicely. His cock stretches you perfectly like you were made to have him inside of you. Despite saying he’d go easy on you, his hips are snapping in and out of you rapidly. It's becoming harder to hold your legs up.

Namjoon slips two fingers in along with his fat cock and you are glad you are in the middle of nowhere. The sound you let out is embarrassingly desperate. This is entirely new to you. He has never done something like this before. Your nails are digging into the skin of your thighs. He is stretching you further in a way that might hurt if you weren’t so close to your edge. You rest your calves on Namjoon’s shoulders, no longer being able to hold on.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Look at you taking my cock and my fingers.”

His name is leaving your lips over and over. You can’t form a coherent thought, you just want more. His fingers curl upwards as much as they can while he continues to thrust into you. For a few minutes he remains that way before he removes his fingers and picks you up again. How can he pick you up like you weigh nothing? He’s so muscular his biceps are quite nearly the size of your head. Namjoon is so sexy when he fucks you like this. He knows it drives you insane in only a way he knows how to.

“You make me feel so good.” You whine listening to his labored breathing.

You don’t even try to grasp onto him knowing that it’s probably safer to let him have full control. His cock slams in and out of you as he lifts your body. Skin slapping skin mixes with your moans in the air. Namjoon’s sweat is dripping down his face, his eyebrows drawing together in his effort. Visible veins are prominent on his arms as he continues to push you onto his cock.

“Fuck. Namjoon! Oh fuck.”

Somehow your screams of pleasure get louder only encouraging your boyfriend more. There is no warning before you are on your back on the mattress being filled with his cum. Namjoon rolls off of you, replacing his cock with his fingers. He takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth and works your cunt dripping with his cum until you reach your high.

He pulls you against his chest letting your head rest on his sweaty pec. For a moment you lie there letting your breathing calm down and waiting for your legs to stop shaking. Namjoon holds you close, occasionally kissing the top of your head.

“I think you’re right.” He mutters perking your interest.

“About what?” You crane your head back to look him in the eyes.

Considering what you were just doing, you think you have a good idea of what he might finally be ready to tell you. Your boyfriends started saying Joon had a size kink as a joke but it became increasingly clear that maybe it wasn’t a joke over the last few months. You aren’t sure why he was so against it when the others have revealed kinks of the same caliber before. Few things are off limits between the four of you.

“Maybe I have a size kink.” He tries to cover his face but you catch his hands.

It’s funny that he can be so confident throwing you around like a doll one minute then be so shy to admit this moments later. You still have his cum leaking out of you. How is he shy?

“Yoongi owes me 26,000 won. He was so confident you wouldn’t admit it until after we get married.”

Namjoon tenses at the word married but quickly plays it off by getting up. Your eyebrows knit together while he walks to the bathroom. The four of you have talked about getting married in some capacity numerous times. It’s weird that he would react like that when he’s made it clear many times that he plans to spend the rest of his life loving you.

You brush it off thinking maybe you imagined the whole thing. Namjoon helps you get cleaned up and ready for the day. He watches you as you put on makeup and brush out your hair. There isn’t a word spoken between the two of you but it's comfortable. Your boyfriend just wants to be around you.

There is a dress laid out on the bed when you come back into the room. It's a yellow sun dress with a white flower pattern. The bodice has ruffles at the top and folds over the breasts to create a nice shape. You tie the shoulder straps then do a little twirl earning a clap from Namjoon.

“You look delightful in that dress.” Namjoon comes up behind you letting his hands slip under the fabric to grasp your bare cheeks. You are wearing a thong for a little coverage, but you thought they would appreciate no cheek coverage. “I almost don’t want to leave this room.”

“Joon, we have two other boyfriends who probably want our attention.” You turn around to face him looking into his deep brown eyes. He’s wearing a white button down with black pants. He looks a little too formal for where you are. “We can have more fun later.”

He watches you walk away for a moment before following along. You decide to head outside wanting to get some time outside in the sun. Namjoon takes your hand in his as you lead him towards where you remember a pond was the last time you were here. It’s hidden away in the trees a few minutes away from the cabins. Last time you were here there was a nice gazebo next to the pond where you sat to admire the fish. Some of your favorite photos from early in your relationship were taken there by Hoseok. Hope films are really an archive of his favorite people and you are lucky to be part of that.

“I think they will be over here.” Namjoon says when you are just a few feet away from the break in the tall trees that leads to the clearing where the pond is.

He’s right, Yoongi and Jimin are standing beside the pond when you approach. They are wearing almost identical outfits to what Namjoon is wearing. Which in itself is very suspicious because these three have completely different styles. You suddenly feel like you are at a music video shoot, but even then they often aren’t wearing the same outfit.

The area looks different than the last time you were here. The gazebo is covered in beautiful pink and purple flowers with green vines weaving through them. They are draped in a way that must’ve taken hours to complete. As you get closer you see that the carefully arranged flowers are two of your favorites. Flower petals are scattered on the pathway leading to the gazebo and there are white benches under the cover. You wonder if they set this up themselves or had someone do this before you arrived. Either way the effort and presentation isn’t wasted on you. The boys you love don’t forget even the smallest details. Maybe it’s easier because they have three brains working together. The sun is warming your hair as you continue towards your boyfriends.

“I missed you at breakfast.” You say letting go of Namjoon’s hand and wrapping one arm around each of your other boyfriends. Yoongi’s hand travels from his side to pet your hair in short strokes.

“I promise I’ll be there for every other meal while we’re here.” Jimin says gently, turning your head towards him with two fingers on your jawline.

His plush lips are about to connect with yours when Namjoon lies a hand on his shoulder. They exchange a glance seemingly having a full conversation before Jimin gives you a shy smile and turns away. Your boyfriends walk towards the gazebo and you are getting increasingly suspicious of whatever they have planned. Was Joon left at the cabin to act as a distraction so they could set this up? What is this? Why do they have this gorgeous set up?

“Yn, come sit down with us.” Yoongi calls when you don’t follow them.

The pretty flower petals are crushed under your sandals as you walk to the gazebo to join your boyfriends. You sit on the white bench between Namjoon and Jimin, who has his hands placed firmly behind his back. Yoongi is sitting on the other side of Namjoon with his hands resting flat against his thighs. You want to say something about your suspicion but you can’t voice what exactly it is. Maybe this is just a nice thing they decided to do in honor of your anniversary. Jimin is the first to speak.

“Knowing you are coming with us into chapter two makes me feel secure. I think I speak for all of us when I say we don’t know what we’d be doing without you. Every day I think I can’t love you more than I did yesterday but every day you show me more reasons why I’m wrong. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing, I'm thinking of you.” Jimin locks eyes with you while he speaks, wanting you to take in every word. Your heart feels soft as you hang onto his every word. Jimin says things like this without reason often. He never wants you to think he doesn’t love and appreciate you. “You love the purest form of us. You might have met us as BTS members but you fell in love with the form of us that isn’t camera ready 24/7. We are so lucky to call you ours despite what that puts you through. I can’t wait for the world to know about us. I want us to be together in every timeline.”

Jimin looks at Yoongi with a shy smile gracing his face. Your youngest boyfriend’s cheeks have turned pink like he was confessing something. Usually he writes this kind of thing into his songs instead of saying it clearly for you. You appreciate the effort of saying it to your face. How are you so lucky to be loved by Jimin? Head turning towards your oldest boyfriend, you wait for him to speak. Obviously, they planned something and Jimin is looking towards him so he must be next.

“Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. From the first day I met you I knew it was only a matter of time until you completely captured my heart. I never thought I'd find someone who completes me the way you do. We weren’t looking or even sure what was going on with the three of us when you came into our lives. You’ve made me feel love in ways I didn't know were possible. You've shown us love that’s changed how I look at art and my own music. You’ve inspired our albums in ways I never thought I’d get to experience.” Yoongi takes a shaky breath folding his hands together. His tongue nervously licks the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for staying when I tried to push you away. I’ll stay by your side until the end of this universe, then meet you in the next. All of you know I’m not good at saying this kind of stuff this way. I love you no matter what.”

Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. They’ve already asked you the two questions that have been on your mind. Could they possibly be asking you to…? There’s no way. Your boyfriends literally just ask you to move in and go public. You turn to Namjoon assuming he will be the next one to give a speech. Each of your boyfriends moves to stand in front of you with Jimin in the center.

“Every day I’m grateful we met how we did. Yoongi had been talking about you nearly nonstop for a week and that made us really curious. It’s not often that he’s like that, especially about a girl. I’m thankful we had an open producer position that you fit so well. You are our glue. You are the one that made us sit down and address that what we were doing was not meaningless. You helped me to feel comfortable enough to finally confess the true feelings I had been harboring for years. I don’t think I really believed in soulmates until you completed this relationship.” Namjoon folds his hands together with a dimpled smile poking through. He takes a deep breath before he continues. “You’ve made me happier in ways I didn't know were possible. Baby, you were our missing piece. Every day I’m more grateful that you chose us despite all the burdens that come with that. There’s no one like you and simply calling you my girlfriend is not enough. You are so much more than that to us.”

Jimin finally brings his arms forward to reveal a black box. A box that looks very much like a ring box. A gasp falls from your mouth as your eyes widen a bubble of nervousness traveling up your chest. Jimin opens the box to reveal an interesting looking ring. The silver band is set with four square stones you immediately recognize as yours and your boyfriend's birthstones. Aquamarine for Yoongi, Sapphire for Namjoon, Opal for Jimin and another Aquamarine for you. On each end of the four stones three smaller circular diamonds form a triangle. They couldn’t have found a more perfect ring even if they pulled every idea you’ve ever had straight from your brain. It so perfectly represents the four of you in an unconventional ring. Your loves know you wouldn’t want a standard diamond ring. That’s not your style.

Your mouth starts speaking before you can comprehend what you are about to say. The slight nerves you are feeling make you say the stupidest possible thing you could ever say. You need to stop reading army twitter.

“Yoongi marry me!” You clasp your hands over your mouth after you realize what you’ve said.

The men in front of you lose their seemingly calm appearance, bending over in laughter. Jimin is all but falling to the floor against Namjoon. Yoongi’s gummy smile appears and suddenly you aren’t nervous anymore. You join in the laughter, grateful that your boyfriends aren’t mad you ruined their moment. Laughing at yourself is far better than feeling embarrassed.

“Just Yoongi?” Jimin questions once he’s stopped laughing with one raised eyebrow. Namjoon has an identical look while he stares you down. They are waiting for a response and you think if you wait a moment longer they might cross their arms.

“Yes I’ll marry! Yes I’ll marry you! Yes I’ll marry you!” You chant looking into another set of eyes each time you speak.

“Baby, we haven’t even asked yet.” Namjoon says not being able to contain the smile creeping back onto his face.

“Let us have our moment, angel.” Yoongi whines so cutely it makes you giggle.

“Will you marry us?” Jimin says pulling the ring from the cushion.

“Jimiiiiiin.” Namjoon whines, sticking his bottom lip out. “We agreed I’d ask her first.”

Jimin takes your hand as you eagerly nod your head. He slides the ring onto your finger and it's a perfect fit. You aren’t surprised that they figured out your ring size despite never buying you a ring before. I’m sure they have many sources that have helped them out over the years.

Your fiances surround you with their arms. For several minutes you stand in their arms not wanting to let go of this beautiful moment. You can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with these three by your side. Being with them isn’t a burden. If it means you get to be with them forever you will take any annoyances that come with their job.

“What about the rest of you? I want you to have rings too.” You say when they finally release you.

Namjoon reaches into the pocket of his pants to pull something out then asks for your hand. He drops a ring identical to yours in your open palm. That is quickly followed by the other two others doing the same. You look closer and see the inside is engraved with the day you first met as a group. Something about that feels so much more special than today’s date or the date you officially started dating.

“This is going to be more obvious than posting her on our social media.” Jimin chuckles while you pick the smallest of the rings and hold it out so you can slide it on his finger.

“We wanted rings too so we had these made.” Yoongi says holding his hand out so you can place the ring on his finger. “We figured you would want everyone to have something to match.”

“These rings encapsulate us so perfectly.” You mutter looking over the largest ring still sitting on your palm. “This is not even close to what I would’ve asked for, but it’s a thousand times better.”

He holds his hand out and lets you slide the ring onto his finger before pulling you in for a heart fluttering kiss. Which is quickly interrupted by Yoongi spinning you around to kiss you. Then Jimin does the same leaving the group a giggling mess. The sun is shining straight into your heart.

Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin are so proud of themselves as we sit on the edge of the pond. Jimin thought to bring a blanket so you won’t get your dress dirty. Your head is resting in Yoongi’s lap while he plays with a strand of your hair. Namjoon snaps a photo of you and Yoongi with his phone

“We planned a photo shoot for engagement photos in a few weeks.” Jimin says from his spot just to the left of Yoongi. “If you want to, of course. I know even small shoots can be overwhelming for you.”

You are far more impressed that they would do that for you then that he cares enough to say if you want to. They spend so much of their life in front of cameras for music videos, interviews, other content and photoshoots. You think if you were in their position you wouldn’t be planning to spend extra time doing that, but they want to for you. They want you to have precious memories of your engagement.

“I always want more photos with my boys.” You say, feeling your heart flutter when Yoongi smiles down on you. “Even if you make me look like a potato that has been sitting in a dark cupboard for far too long.”

“Yah!” Yoongi scrunches his nose in distaste. “What does that even mean?”

The other two boys scoff coming closer so you have to look at them. Their distaste of your comment could not be more clear. Their faces hang over yours until you cover your face with your hands.

“You’ve seen how the Army, Moa, and even the Carats tweet about you, baby.”

Over the last few years that you’ve been at Hybe fans have found your photos. Until recently your instagram account was private, but occasionally other people would post pictures of you. Many of the fans have said you should debut yourself because they find you beautiful, but you don’t really know what they are talking about. Very few people have been weird since you made your instagram public and you are grateful for that. Though you did delete a few photos that were a bit too obvious. Constantly posting the boys' dogs like they are your own would be very suspicious to fans. Even though they very much are also your dogs.

“Remember what @YoonsKutie said: YN is the hottest producer Hybe has ever had. I would let her map out beats on me anytime she wants.” Jimin recites for what must be the hundredth time since he saw that tweet last year.

“I still don’t know what that means. Do you think she’d say that to my face?”

They laugh instead of answering your question because you all know the answer. Jimin rests his head in Namjoon’s lap and quiet peace takes over. For sometime you sit by the pond watching the koi fish swim around.

Namjoon talks about a trip he wants to go on later in the year. There is an art exhibit in California that he wants to visit and he wants all of you to go with him. Considering how hard it was to plan this it's likely only one of you will go. In the back of his mind you’re sure he knows this, but who knows how revealing your relationship is going to go. Maybe you will need a getaway to another country to let the dust settle. You really hope that’s not the case.

Jimin decides he wants to play video games and heads towards one of the cabins. You remain in front of the pond with Namjoon and Yoongi. Very suddenly you remember what Namjoon told you and blurt out what you said just before coming over here.

“Yoongi, you owe me 26,000 won.”

Yoongi’s head snaps to Namjoon who has fallen back onto the blanket with his large hands covering his beautiful face. A chuckle bubbles out of Yoongi and he squeezes Joon’s thigh. The oldest’s nose scrunches up because he really thought he would be right.

“That’s how you distracted her? You couldn’t have waited however long it takes us to plan this wedding?” Yoongi asks continuing to look at his fiance while Namjoon takes his hands away from his face.

“If you fucked her like I did you wouldn’t be able to contain saying that anymore either.”

There was a time when hearing him phrase it that way would have bothered you, but you are far past that time in your life. You are happy that he finally realized fully how much he enjoys how tiny you are in comparison to him. Jimin will for sure have fun with this when you tell him. You think Namjoon could do a lot of the same things he did with you to Jimin and he would like them. Joon is so beefy the size difference between him and Jimin’s slender frame is clearly notable.

“Was it that good, angel?” Yoongi asks with a raised eyebrow.

“It was an experience I would very much like to relive soon.” You say looking at Namjoon with a small smile.

“Okay, baby, let's go right now.” Namjoon scoops you off the ground and over his shoulder. You can see Yoongi roll his eyes.

Slowly, Yoongi gets up and follows you towards the cabin. You can’t stop staring at the beautiful ring on your finger. Even when you sit down on the couch it's hard to look up at your boyfriend when this perfect symbol of their love is sitting on your finger.

Yoongi is in the kitchen cutting potatoes to make homemade french fries. Namjoon tried to help but the older one insisted that you needed attention. We all know he would just rather do it himself. You wonder if he can read your mind because you were just thinking about french fries not too long ago. It’s not something you typically eat, but he wanted to make it.

Namjoon turns on the large TV and picks a show without much thought. He sits beside you on the couch and you cuddle into his side. Often, you wonder how you got so lucky to hit the jackpot three times. You are sure there are moments you take this for granted but you try your hardest not to. Millions of people would do anything to be dating these men, but you don’t even see them that way. They are incredibly talented with flourishing careers, but at the end of the day they are still just three guys. You are thankful that you’ve had the opportunity to get to know and love every side of them.

Nearly a full episode of the drama passes before Yoongi says anything to you.

“Someone call for Jimin.” Yoongi calls from the kitchen. “It’s done.”

Namjoon sends Jimin a message while you wiggle away from him. You barely let the plate hit the table before digging in crispy golden brown deliciousness. Each of your boys sits around the table joining in the snacking.

The rest of the day is relaxing. Some is spent inside watching TV and some is spent outside. At night Yoongi plays guitar next to the fire and you swoon like he’s never done that before. You don’t think you could ever get tired of the way they make you feel. Even when they’ve done something a hundred times before they find a way to make it unique. Between the three of them it feels like there is a never ending list of songs they are writing about you.

At the end of the night you find yourselves cuddled onto the king bed once again. You are sandwiched between Jimin and Yoongi. Namjoon is behind Jimin with his large hand on Jimin’s hip. Behind you Yoongi has his body pressed against yours as closely as he can.

His lips are feather light against your bare shoulder as his hand slides from your waist. Yoongi takes your breast in his hand lightly squeezing the soft skin. Butterflies spread from your stomach into your chest. You grind your ass back into his cock trying to be subtle so as to not alert the others, but Jimin notices. He scoots closer to you with a mischievous smile on his face. Namjoon moves with him, keeping his front flush with Jimin’s back.

Jimin puckers his lips while putting a hand on your jaw. His fingertips are soft, not pulling you towards him but waiting for you to make the decision. Of course, you accept his kiss. How could anyone resist his seductive pucker? Yoongi whispers in your ear as your lips meet Jimin’s.

“I hope you aren’t teasing me, angel.”

Your mouth opens inviting Jimin in while you roll your hips back as if to prove you aren't teasing him. Jimin copies your motion on the larger man causing Namjoon to dig his fingers into Jimin’s hip. Your hand travels down your youngest fiance's toned abs stopping just above his pubic bone. Jimin’s tongue is mapping the inside of your mouth. The kiss started sweet but your lips are moving together in a way that is far from innocent. Both of you are grinding against your fiances, teasing them until they decide they’ve had enough.

Jimin’s hand slips between your thighs feeling the wetness that just his kisses caused. A low groan comes from his throat as he slightly pulls his lips away from you. Yoongi plays with your nipple while Jimin goes back for another kiss. Namjoon’s hands are roaming Jimin’s body in slow movements.

Your youngest fiance collects a bit of your wetness and spreads it around paying attention to your bundle of nerves. He draws circles with his finger causing you to draw a sharp breath. Yoongi is getting hard against your ass just like you want him to. The thin fabric of his boxers does not provide much of a barrier. He pulls his boxers off before lying back down behind you. You move one leg up towards your chest with a bent knee allowing Yoongi more access should he want to take your bait.

Yoongi’s hand trails down your side letting his fingernails graze your skin just hard enough to make you shiver. His hand stops at your ass, taking a handful and digging his nails in. A moan slips from your lips into Jimin’s mouth as you continue to kiss him. You use one hand to stroke Jimin’s cock while Yoongi’s hand slips further down. Yoongi pushes the tip of his index finger into you while Jimin continues rubbing your clit.

Namjoon turns over rifling through the bedside drawer. He finds the lube and squirts a glob onto his fingers before closing the cap and setting it on top of the nightstand. He resumes his position behind Jimin biting his lip. Namjoon kisses at the younger one's neck and shoulder as he traces circles around Jimin’s hole. Yoongi adds another finger pushing deeper into your wet pussy.

Jimin pulls away from your kiss with a gasp when Namjoon finally stops teasing him and inserts a finger. Slowly, you continue to stroke Jimin’s cock while he drags his finger up and down your slit, stopping when he nears Yoongi’s fingers.

Yoongi curls his fingers inside of you as if he’s trying to pull you towards him. You bury your head into Jimin’s collarbone trying to keep your moans inside. Yoongi moves his fingers quickly in and out of your pussy. You bite down on Jimin’s collarbone at the same moment Namjoon adds another finger into Jimin’s tight hole. He cries out pulling his hand away from your cunt to squeeze your tits.

You curse looking at the pretty outline of your teeth on Jimin’s skin. Yoongi pulls his fingers out and strokes his cock behind you. He brings the fat head of his dick to your entrance but doesn’t push forward. You push your ass back but he holds your hip giving you the smallest feeling of his cock before taking it away.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Jimin, greedy girl?” He murmurs low in your ear.

“Jimin, don’t you want me to be fucked?”

His head is craned back while still touching your breasts. A soft string of moans are falling from his parted lips as Namjoon works with his magic fingers. Jimin opens his eyes looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes.

“Fuck Yn right now or I’ll do it myself.”

“Are you sure about that?” Namjoon says reaching around to take ahold of Jimin’s cock.

Namjoon strokes the younger one's cock with quick flicks of his wrist. His fingers match the pace until Jimin is begging for Namjoon’s cock to fill him up. Yoongi listens to Jimin, pushing into your waiting pussy. You are so wet there is no resistance. He stays there for a moment completely inside the walls of your warm pussy.

Yoongi doesn’t move until he sees Namjoon spread Jimin’s cheeks. Yoongi slowly pulls back and rolls his hips back in with no urgency. Jimin takes your jaw in his hands pulling you into a heated kiss. While your future husbands lazily fuck themselves into you, your breasts are being pushes together by Jimin’s small hands.

Jimin takes your bottom lip between his teeth drawing a soft yelp from you between the soft moans. The room is fairly quiet save to sounds of your partner’s sweet moans and the squelching of your wet cunt sucking Yoongi in. This kind of love making is slow and sensual. Sometimes this is better than fast rough sex you so often have. There’s no rush and you are enjoying each other's bodies. Yoongi isn’t keeping his hands in any one place for too long. He loves the way a light trace of his fingertips can make you shiver like you’ve never been touched before.

You rest your forehead against Jimin’s smiling as he looks into your eyes. He has a hand on the back of your neck that Yoongi stretches up to kiss without pulling out of you. Yoongi presses kisses against your back while one hand wraps around you. His long fingers easily find your clit like they have so many times before. He strokes the sensitive skin around your bundle of nerves for a few seconds before he gives you want. You moan into Jimin’s face at the same time Namjoon thrusts a little harder into Jimin. Your youngest fiance makes an almost identical face to the one you just made.

“I love you.” You whine to no one in particular.

You catch Namjoon’s eyes over Jimin’s shoulder and he smiles. This smile is followed by him pulling Jimin’s head back by his hair. Namjoon kisses the younger one's neck as he glides in and out of Jimin’s hole that seems made for his fat cock.

“I love you.” Joon says into Jimin’s ear.

Yoongi rubs your clit quicker without changing the slow rock of his hips. He feels so good inside of you. Yoongi makes you feel full in all aspects while he’s loving you. Each of your partners has a different way of making you feel this way. You arch your back so you can comfortably rest your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Your oldest future husband takes the opportunity to use one hand to cup your breast.

He whispers dirty things in your ear as you feel your orgasm building in your stomach. Yoongi moves his hands to wrap his long fingers around your throat and that alone is almost enough to push you over the edge. His grip tightens lessening your airflow intensifying the pleasure building in your stomach.

“Yoongi please!” You whine to the best of your ability.

“Make her cum on your cock.” Namjoon says, looking into your eyes as he takes Jimin’s cock in his hand again.

Jimin reaches forward rubbing your swollen clit to assist Yoongi and follow Namjoon’s orders. Within seconds your orgasm washes over you in waves. Moan after moan fills the air as your partners continue to chase their highs. Yoongi’s hands move to your shoulders as he thrusts deep inside of you before stopping. You feel his cum shoot deep inside of you before he gently thrusts a few more times leaning his head back. You wish he would let you record his moans to put into a song. Once when he was drunk he said once you’ve been married three years he would allow it. So just a few years to go now.

On the other side of the bed Namjoon’s hand is painted in Jimin’s cum. His pretty sounds have quieted. Jimin groans as the older man pulls out of him. Namjoon strokes Jimin’s shoulder before pulling him against his chest.

Yoongi is the first to get up to clean himself. He brings wet washcloths back like the good partner he is. Each of you do as much cleaning up as you can before heading to the bathroom.

Yoongi cuddles against your back with a sweet kiss to your neck when you return. Jimin’s head is resting against your breasts while your fingers card through his hair. Namjoon is looking at his phone with one arm behind his head.

“I love you.” Yoongi says, causing Namjoon to whip his head to the side.

Namjoon lets his phone fall out of his hand onto the floor and cuddles against Jimin’s back with a cute smile on his face. He leans over you to kiss Yoongi, giving you the perfect opportunity to suck his ample chest. Namjoon’s only reaction is a cluck of his tongue when he pulls away. He taps your nose while he scrunches his up in fake disgust. You all know he loves it when people give attention to the twins on his chest.

In the morning Yoongi and Jimin are on either side of you. They move closer as they realize you’ve woken up. Jimin runs a hand through your soft hair brushing it away from your face. Yoongi leans forward to press a kiss to your neck.

“Good morning, my love.” Jimin says. “Namjoon is making us smoothies in another cabin. He said he didn’t want to wake you.”

You love the tender domestic moments you can have on trips like this. In moments like this you almost feel like a normal couple. Namjoon is pouring smoothies when you arrive at the cabin in just an oversized shirt with your other boyfriends following closely behind. You thank him with a kiss to the crater in his left cheek.

Yoongi lets you help him to prepare some real food for breakfast. Jimin sits on Namjoon’s lap as he starts drinking his smoothie. The larger man has an arm wrapped around Jimin’s waist. You and Yoongi join your fiances at the table with the food. They dig in as soon as Jimin slips off Namjoon’s lap to sit beside you.

It's nearly noon when you are sitting on the porch swing of the first cabin you used. Since breakfast you have changed into another set of lingerie with a large shirt over it. Yoongi joins you, taking your hand into his. For a moment he doesn’t say anything staring off into space. You don’t think anything of it until you notice his cock through his shorts. What could he be thinking about that would make him hard just sitting next to you?

“What are you thinking about, Yoon?”

He lets out a deep breath and squeezes your hand. Yoongi licks at the corner of his mouth before answering you.

“Now that you’re going to be my wife,” He pauses like he knows the flutter those words send through your body. “I want to try something that we haven’t done before.”

There is a lot you have done and a lot you haven’t done with Yoongi. A list forms in your head of what you hope he is about to ask. Maybe you should share this list with your partners sometime. Most of the things you are thinking of aren’t a far cry from things they already do with each other.

“What’s that?” Your hand drifts to his strong thigh squeezing so your fingers press into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

“I want you to play with me.” His tone is sultry. “I want you to fuck me.”

Warmth spreads from your stomach straight to your pussy and you pull him off the swing. You try to drag him into the cabin but he stops you. Yoongi looks at you with a sly smile like he knew you’d react like this. Of course you would. How could you possibly say no to this man? He was so straightforward with no uncertainty in his tone. His confidence alone makes you want to give him whatever he wants.

“I already prepared the other cabin for this, angel.”

Yoongi leads you down the path to the only cabin you haven’t been in. He pauses momentarily before opening the door and stepping inside. Unlike the other cabins this is a singular room. The window lights the room pretty well showing you a loveseat, a queen size bed, and a thick support beam that you know will be put to good use. Off in the corner you notice a step stool that may come in handy as well. On the bed are several lengths of purple rope, a long hot pink strap on, and what you suspect is a vibrator. Heat pools in your stomach. It’s been quite awhile since the last time Yoongi asked you to tie him up.

You are genuinely excited to finally put the skills you’ve been practicing lately to use. Yoongi begins to remove his clothes without prompt. First he pulls his shirt over his head and you watch as his muscles move. He quickly tosses his shirt to the side and pulls his pants and underwear off unceremoniously. You eye his large cock already standing tall and decide to kneel in front of him taking just the tip into your mouth. Your tongue grazes the soft skin before you pull away and Yoongi whines. You can’t stop a giggle from escaping your lips.

He pulls you back, pressing his lips to yours. His hands rest at the small of your back under your shirt while he pushes his tongue into your parted lips. You can feel Yoongi’s cock against you while you stand taller trying to deepen the kiss further. His tongue explores your mouth just making you more excited for what he asked for. Yoongi’s hands slide to your ass squeezing and he kisses down your neck.

“What’s your safeword?” You ask after finding your composure and stepping away. You pick up a length of rope from the bed.

The support beam is perfect for the position you’ve been studying. You’ve never suspended him before but you are confident in your skills. The two of you agreed to not delve into this until you had taken classes. If you had even a shadow of a doubt you wouldn’t do this. The last thing you want to do is hurt him. Yoongi knows what he’s doing and what he’s getting himself into. He chose a softer rope that shouldn’t leave any marks for longer than an hour or two.

“Blueberry.” He replies watching you come towards him with a length of rope.

“I need you to listen to me and tell me the moment something doesn’t feel right.” You wait for his nod before continuing. “Get on your knees in front of the beam.”

Without a word he follows your instruction falling to his knees on the floor. He takes a position close to one that he would in front of a respected elder. You smack his ass, loving the sharp sound that seems to echo through the room, before taking your place beside him. You work first on the bottom half of this tie. The purple rope is wrapped around each of his thighs separately several times just below where his ass meets his thighs. You spend extra time making sure your knots are secure. Of course, you want to peg your fiance as soon as possible, but you will not put him in danger to do so.

Yoongi remains quiet being a model sub hardly even moving as you continue to tie the rope around his waist. After securing the excess length with several knots you move on to bind his ankles with another length of rope. These knots are far less complex so they take you a shorter amount of time to prepare.

With your short stature it's been a question in your mind of how you would secure him when you decided to finally suspend him in the air. Thankfully, Yoongi thought ahead to bring a stepstool. You take it from the corner of the room and bring it to where you can easily reach the ropes. Before lifting Yoongi you tie anchoring points around the beam.

Yoongi’s feet are held against his ass as you take the ropes connected to his lower body and tie them around the support beam. His ankles are tied separately allowing you access to his beautiful ass. He gasps as he’s lifted in the air but one look at his face confirms that he’s okay. He is using his hands to keep contact with the floor but soon he won’t be able to do that. For him to be at the correct height you first have to lift him up before tying his arms.

“Put your arms up.” You demand feeling yourself getting wetter as the ropes dig into his skin when he follows your command.

“Have you been looking at my search history?” Yoongi asks, taking a deep breath.

“Maybe I just know you a little too well. We do have very similar tastes.”

You pin his arms straight against the beam from shoulder to wrist. The binding starts just below his elbow and crosses in several points to make sure he won’t be able to move. His hair is falling towards the floor and his view is blocked by his own cock unless he looks to the side. You pull the ropes taut hearing a groan fall from Yoongi’s lips. He looks so pretty hanging in the air ready for whatever you decide to do to him.

The stepstool is pushed aside then you decide it’s time to remove your shirt. A whine leaves Yoongi’s mouth when he sees the lacy white set you’ve chosen. You weren’t sure who would see it first but you are glad it’s him. This situation is perfect for lingerie.

On the bed you grab the vibrator and lubricant knowing you will need it. The vibrator is a teal colored wand much like ones you’ve used on Jimin before. There has only been one or two times where Yoongi has asked you to use a vibrator on him. Far more often Jimin will bring them and you both end up using it on each other. He looks so pretty begging me to stop.

“Angel?” Yoongi asks, wiggling his toes knowing that it won’t be smart to move anything else.

“Please be patient.” You say walking behind him and turning the vibrator to the lowest setting.

Yoongi is hanging at the perfect height for you to fill his pretty hole with your strap. Before you do that you have to prepare him. You kneel pressing the vibrator to the head of his leaking cock. A sharp breath escapes Yoongi’s chest and you waste no time spreading his cheeks with your other hand. His puckered hole is waiting for you clenching around nothing as you drag the vibrator up and down the length of his cock. You lap at his hole enjoying the way he can’t control his noises.

He continues to whine while you slurp at his hole. He gasps when your tongue pushes inside of him. Your tongue fucks into him causing his toes to curl beside your shoulder. The vibrator focuses on his tip and you pull your face from his cheeks to check on him.

Yoongi’s face is a little red from being upside down but otherwise is enjoying this. His eyes are closed and his thick brows are drawn together. His beautiful lips are slightly parted as you turn the vibrator up one. He draws in a sharp breath as his eyes snap open.

“YN, more please.” Yoongi whines, shaking his round ass as much as he can in this position.

“You want me to fill your slutty hole with my fingers?” You tease his hole with your index finger as you speak, collecting your leftover saliva.

“Please fuck me.” His desperation is turning you on in ways you haven’t felt before.

After coating your fingers in lubricant you carefully press one digit inside. There is no need to be this gentle but it will drive him crazy. You slide the vibrator against his testicles while adding another finger to stretch his ass. Slowly you drag your fingers in and out of him until you can feel him trying to push back against you.

“You want me to go faster?” You question pulling your fingers almost completely out.

“Please, YN!” He exclaims with labored breathing. “Want you so bad.”

You pick up the pace doing exactly what he asked for while keeping the vibrator on his cock. His abs are contracting as he comes closer to unraveling with every passing second. Of course, you aren’t going to let that happen. You have so much more in store for him. The tip of your finger finds his sweet spot and it's almost amusing you how sexy making him become a mess is.

When you quickly pull away your fingers and the vibrator he lets out a high pitched whine. Yoongi sighs when you touch his tip with the vibrator again, but that sigh quickly turns into a string of pleads. With your other hand you pull your panties down your legs and ball them up in the palm of your hand. Without losing contact with Yoongi's delicate cock you lean over and stuff his mouth with the white lace. His moans become muffled as his eyes widen before showing a new glint that tells you he loves what you just did. Once you’ve done that you pull the vibrator away, turning it off before setting it down. It’s time to give him what he wants.

The pink strap is calling your name so you decide it’s finally time to secure it in place. Once you have it on and are approaching your eldest fiance, you see two pairs of eyes peering through the window. Their eyes are wide taking in the salacious scene in front of them. Namjoon and Jimin try to duck away when they see they’ve been caught but you shake your head.

“Yoongi we have some peeping toms outside. You want them to watch?” Your voice is louder than necessary making sure your partners outside can hear you. Yoongi tries to turn his head but it's hard for him when his head is hanging towards the floor. “You want our fiancés to know that you're my little slut? You want them to see how you take me like a good boy?”

Yoongi nods his head furiously and you motion for the men outside to come in. They quickly enter sitting on the bed without a word. Jimin’s shorts are tented but Namjoon has a smidge more control over himself. That won’t last long you are sure. Not when he sees how you can make Yoongi unravel in a way so different from what he’s ever done with the elder.

Through the mouthful of panties Yoongi tries to say something to you, but is cut off by Jimin speaking. You look over your shoulder at your youngest boyfriend and are a bit shocked by what he says.

“Already so full you can’t even speak properly, kitten? Did YN gag you with her pretty panties? I bet they taste delicious soaked in her juices.”

It’s been a very long time since you heard Jimin call him that. Yoongi whimpers, clenching his asshole around the air waiting for you to finally give him what he asked for. The bottle of lube on the ground finds your hand and you stroke the pink length after squirting a sizable amount onto your hand.

“Now that I’m going to be your wife, are you ready for me to fuck you?”

There is a sharp inhale behind your shoulder back, and you know from years of familiarity that it was Namjoon. A smirk takes its place on your face but you don’t look back instead gently pressing your tip against Yoongi. You slap your strap against him a few times covering the area with lube. Finally you push the tip barely inside after waiting for his nod. Many times in your life you have wondered what it would feel like to have sex as a man. This is probably the closest you will ever get.

Slowly you push inside of him wanting him to get used to it for a moment. The strap isn’t bigger than Namjoon but it’s close and each of you in this room knows that takes a little bit of getting used to. When the entire length is inside your eldest boyfriend he begins squirming. He wants you to move but one side glance to his face shows you is a moment away from spitting your panties out.

“Jimin, can you hand me the vibrator?” You ask, not moving even a centimeter from your position.

Without a word Jimin leaves the bed grabbing the vibrator and placing it in your hand. He leaves a soft kiss on your shoulder before returning to his spot next to Namjoon. You turn the vibrator on once again to the lowest setting.

Your hips pull back until just the tip is being swallowed by his needy asshole. The vibrator finds its way to Yoongi’s cock at the same moment you snap your hips forward. It’s hard to see his face without craning your neck but you are glad you do. He is so caught off guard his groan almost causes him to lose your panties. He bites the edge of the lacy fabric using his tongue to pull it back into his mouth.

You repeat the motion loving the control you have over him right now. Fucking someone in this way is a completely different experience. It’s a bit of an awkward angle to hold the vibrator while fucking him so you look over your shoulder.

“Who wants to help me?”

Jimin jumps up pulling his shirt and shorts off without prompt leaving him in just a pair of boxer shorts. Namjoon’s cock is visible through the thin layer of cloth his shorts provide. This was meant to be just you and Yoongi but why should you deny another chance to be together like this?

The youngest of your fiances takes the vibrator from your hand and kneels next to Yoongi without breaking contact to the older one’s length. Yoongi’s fingers curl as if he wants to reach for something but he can’t. You resume what you were doing by thrusting into him.

Watching the strap disappear into him leaves heat pooling in your stomach. You are pleasuring him in a way you never have before. Jimin licks at the over sensitive tip of Yoongi’s cock while you thrust into the oldest. Your hands find the ropes connecting his ankles to the rest of the knots and grip there. The ropes shouldn’t move from their place even with your hands on them this way. Your grip on the ropes helps you push deeper, pulling strings of muffled curses from Yoongi’s mouth. He’s so beautiful, tied up and left to the mercy of you.

You work your way into a quicker pace quickly getting a hang of the things that are not familiar to you. Yoongi is a lot louder when he is being fucked then when he is fucking you. It brings you a sense of pride knowing you are the one making him feel like this with the strap he picked out. He could just go to his other partners who already have this equipment but he chose you. He wanted you to make him feel like a slut while he hangs in the air.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.” You grunt out while pounding your strap into him as quickly as you can. No longer being able to control yourself.

The muscles of his legs are beginning to shake as Jimin continues to work on him in tandem with you. Yoongi is growing louder with each thrust of your hips. You take a handful of his ass into each hand squeezing hard as you hit his bundle of nerves. It’s a good thing you are in the middle of the woods. Yoongi’s moans just continue to get more high pitched and desperate.

“Please make me cum, angel.” Yoongi begs clearly after pushing the panties out of his mouth with a loud pff. “Jimin please.”

“Go ahead.” You allow looking into Jimin’s eyes while continuing to fuck Yoongi.

Until this point he had only licked at Yoongi’s tip in an almost torturous act. Jimin gladly takes all of Yoongi into his mouth moving the vibrator to Yoongi’s smooth balls. Behind you soft moans are leaving Namjoon’s mouth. With a quick glance you see he’s dipped his hand into the waistband of his pants and is stroking his large cock.

“You’re doing so well, Yoongi. Cum for us.”

He strains against the ropes causing them to dig into his skin further. His high approaches while you and Jimin work to satisfy him. Jimin pulls off when his mouth is full and replaces his lips with the vibrator. The oldest is pleading for both of you to stop as he becomes over sensitive. For a few more minutes you continue to fuck his pretty little ass while Jimin overstimulates Yoongi’s cock.

Yoongi is shaking when you finally pull out of him looking towards Jimin who has his lips tightly sealed. Jimin moves closer to Yoongi’s red face and kisses him. Yoongi’s cum seeps out of their mouths while their tongues push into each other’s mouths.

“Let’s get him down.” Namjoon says and you turn to see his hand is covered in his own lust.

He wipes his hand on his discarded shorts before moving to help you. They aren’t as familiar with the knots as you but Namjoon’s strength alone makes this a little easier. Namjoon brings Yoongi to the bed while you take off the strap. Jimin disappears outside of the cabin while you join your older fiances on the bed.

“That was incredible.” Yoongi mutters against Namjoon’s bare chest.

His eyes are half open like he might fall asleep at any moment. The cum around his mouth is starting to dry. His skin is red where the rope was binding him in places. You trace your fingers over the lines using your other hand to rub circles on his back. Namjoon is running one hand through Yoongi’s hair with the other gently placed on his hip.

Jimin returns with cloths and immediately moves to help clean Yoongi. Each of you work to make him comfortable with kisses and soft touches. Your oldest fiance falls asleep in Namjoon’s arms while you rub small circles into his back. Three of you end up taking a nap while Jimin prepares snacks and a movie in the other cabin.

Namjoon shows off his strength carrying both you and Yoongi to the other cabin with no struggle. Yoongi lies with his head in your lap as soon as Joon sets him down. Namjoon sits on the other end of the couch where Jimin curls up in his lap.

Sometimes you wish you could spend every day like this. You are grateful for your job and the jobs your partners have, but there is little normalcy when you are dating three global superstars. You are lucky for the strength the world has given you to love these men. Loving them is easier than breathing despite the abnormal challenges you face with them. If you had the chance to do this all over again you would pick the same path each time. You are meant for them just like they are meant for you.

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What the Moon Saw

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (fem reader)

Genre: One-shot; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; young love; summer nights, angst/fluff/smut

Summary: In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

Drabbles: Stolen Tides

Content Warnings: 18+ (minors dni); allusions to domestic abuse; divorce of parents; cigarette smoking; infidelity (not between main couple); kissing; hickeys; making out; hand jobs; oral sex (female receiving); loss of virginity (female); moments of body insecurity; unprotected sex; cumming inside; cockwarming; characters are ADULTS at the time of their sexual encounter; LOTS of emotions

Author's note: I moved. Like, a block away from the beach, and the views and the vibes have me ALL up in my feels. I wrote this in two nights and then sat on it. I wasn't sure if I was going to post it or just keep it in my heart because parts of it are so personal to me. BUT, here it is. I want to give inspiration credit to @orchidyoonkook , because I will never ever be able to write young love or Yoongi without being influenced by the beauty that is Under the Willow Tree. 💕 If anyone chooses to read this little love story of mine, I hope it brings you something wholesome!

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

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    You inhaled deeply, taking the salty air into your lungs as you gazed out over the cliff side and across the rippling blue that stretched on and on until it met the soft pink glow of the horizon. Your eyes tracked the tide lapping at the smooth sands. You slipped off your heels to meet the cool pavement, but you could feel it already - the soft golden grains molding to meet your steps. These shores hadn't borne your footprints in over a decade, but here you were, drawn back again by the hypnotic crash of the sea and the lonely call of the gulls. It felt as though you had never left. You leaned over the railing of the rickety staircase that wove its way down the cliff side into the sand and scree. Your gaze trailed down the steps, one by one, until you saw it, jutting out halfway down: the lip of a ledge in the rock face. Your breath caught in your chest. Old, familiar feelings of a time gone by washed over you. The years rolled back like clouds from the sun in the western sky.

You were nineteen.

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You shivered, drawing your knees up and hugging them to you as sat on the thick woolen blanket you had laid over the cool stone of the ledge. Even on a summer night like this, you should have worn something more practical. But you had worn your cotton sundress with the cherries. He had once told you that you looked like the main character in that dress, and it had been your favorite ever since.

You watched the moon dance on the dark water and thought about all it had seen. It had been watching the little alcove from the beginning. It had seen you the summer after your first year of middle school, wrapped in a blanket with book between your hands, as you took refuge from the emotional turmoil that shook your house nearly every night leading up to your parents' divorce. It had seen the boy one night, wandering the beach with a cigarette and busted lip, trying to smoke away the tears in his eyes. It had seen the boy climb the stairs, only to discover his favorite hiding place was already harboring another runaway. It had seen you look at him - skinny limbs in a jacket and ripped jeans not lanky on his small frame, tussled dark hair, round face, little bleeding pouted lips, dark sharp eyes wide with surprise - and consider that he was likely the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. It had seen him offer you a cigarette which you refused. It had seen him ask you for a light, which you didn't have. And then it had seen you become friends. Best friends. It had watched you become all that the other truly had in the small, beautiful, painful world of a child. And now it would watch him amble up the beach one last time to find you there.

Yoongi. He had been so upset when you told him that you were leaving for college, but he had tried his best not to show it. He was always like that, keeping things deep inside. You had to wait and watch and listen and coax them out. You could always find the right time to do it, when he felt safe to let you. Most nights, though, it was you pouring out every little thing in your heart. Yoongi loved it when you did that. He would listen with the softest little smile and warm eyes, creasing in the corners, as he watched your hands move with as much animation as your voice when you spoke. His nearly-silent breathy laugh would come like a breeze off the sea and waft around you, lifting your spirits and cleansing your soul. His rare, full smile spreading in breathtaking beauty over his face, pulling his upper lip away from his gums. There were the good times, and the bad ones. On hard nights you would hold each other in silence, letting the beat of the other's heart and the steady undulation of the tide carry you through to the dawn.

You remembered the first time you had awakened in his arms after such a night. The light had just started to stream over the tops of the cliffs, painting the water in rose gold. You had shivered, feeling the dampness of the cool salty air in your hair. And then you had looked up and seen him there, holding you, still fast asleep. His face was angelic, little pink lips just parted, chest rising and falling with the swell of his breath, and you swore you could endure anything life threw at you if the first thing you saw each day were his dark lashes resting gently on the apples of his cheeks. Yoongi had finally stirred and blinked down at you, just gazing silently - the little warm smile in his eyes rather than on his lips. In that moment, something had changed. In the weeks that followed, you thought you had never felt so many things at once.

You felt giddy. You felt a little sick. You felt like you could fly.

You were in love.

You were in love and you had very nearly worked up the courage to do something about it when you saw it - that horrid little purple bruise right below his ear. You had asked him if his father had done it and he had been confused at first. But when you brushed your fingers so softly over the mark, his eyes had widened and he had recoiled, pulling up the collar of his jacket to obscure it from your view. He had insisted that he was fine and not to worry. But worry you did, all the way up to the day you realized what the little bruise really was. Then your worry morphed into something different. You felt sick again, but this time it felt like a burden. You had chided yourself for being so stupid. He was beautiful and sixteen, of course he was involved with girls - girls that weren't you. Your heart broke. You pieced it back together with the succor of his friendship, and, soon, you started seeing other boys too. But you never let them give you purple bruises. You didn't want them from their lips. 

As the seasons went by, you remained tethered to one another. Regardless of friends or suitors who would come and go, you knew each other in a way that no one else could. A way that didn't require words. Laughter bubbled up without effort or restraint. Fights ended in tears and forehead kisses and never lasted more than a few moments. Never past parting. Until one day a few weeks ago when he had told you that a boy you were going with was seeing another girl. Yoongi had never liked your boyfriend, and so you had reacted badly, gotten defensive and let yourself be angry with him for telling you. You had snapped at him to mind his own business. When he had insisted that you were his business you had said no you weren't, not in that way. He had gone quiet. So quiet. And then he had left. And he hadn't come the next night. Or the night after that.

You were so angry and anxious, and you told yourself you wouldn't wait for him another night, so you stayed home for the rest of the week. Then, on the third night away, you had tucked yourself into bed only to imagine Yoongi waiting for you, alone in the darkness. You had whipped off your covers and gone to find him in your pajamas. When he had seen you he had jumped up, throwing his cigarette aside, and crushed you in his arms. He had hugged you from the other side of the railing, not even waiting for you to climb over, then lifted you to stand before him on the ledge where he had enveloped you in his arms again. You had tried to apologize, but he wouldn't let you. And then you told him what you had been dreading to tell him all summer: you were leaving. He hadn't reacted. He had just held you in silence. But there was something different in him now, something that had his eyes trained immovably on the horizon. Something that wouldn't let him look at you. Something that distracted him from all you had to say as his thumbs brushed softly over your arms. He had looked at you so strangely before you had parted that night.

Now you were meeting one last time before you would watch the little coastal town and all its hurts disappear in your rearview mirror. You needed a second chance and this scholarship might be your only shot. Your reverie broke as you noticed a figure shuffling down the waterline in the bright light of the waxing gibbous. The figure sprung nimbly, with practiced steps, up the stairs, and lightly vaulted the rail, landing with a soft thud, catlike, a few feet from where you sat. He stepped forward, standing over you as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. He was wearing tight khakis, white tennis shoes, and a plain white tee under his green military jacket. With a smoke tucked behind his ear and that little smirk on his lips, you thought he might be cooler than Steve McQueen.

"Got a light?" he asked coolly, shoving the pack of Marlboros back in his pocket. You rolled your eyes.

"Of course not, Yoongi. And why on earth do you always ask me that when you've got one anyway?"

Yoongi smiled to himself as he brought a lighter to the little yellow-tipped cylinder between his lips. It was a secret kind of smile, the kind that made you want to snatch the cigarette from between his teeth. But tonight wasn't for fighting, even the bickering kind. He eased himself down beside you with his signature careful grace. You sat in silence, gaze trained out over the water. While you were looking elsewhere, he relaxed, and you tracked his movements in your peripheral vision. You would do this sometimes, especially when he was particularly guarded. He had always been bad at eye contact, but if you gave him a little space he would let down his walls, and you could read him like a book. Just now, he had let his gaze settle on you. Smoke hissed through his lips, his mouth hanging open just a little in that way it did when he was lost to his thoughts. His eyes roved over you in a way that made you mouth go dry. You swallowed. He suddenly shifted his gaze, coughing a bit.

"I like this dress," he offered, like an apology.

"I know," you murmured with a smile.

"Yeah?" he questioned, brow furrowing, as he took another drag. He was quiet for a beat before pressing out another question. "Paul headed out east too?"

"I broke up with him," came your answer, but without a smile this time.

  "Yeah?"

    "Oh come on, Yoongi," you bit out, "You knew that was going to happen. That's why you told me!"

His jaw ticked ever so slightly.

    "You know that's not true. He was cheating on you. I couldn't let you be in the dark about it - get hurt by another one of these assholes who don't deserve your time in the first place."

You sighed, frustration rising unbidden again as Yoongi casually hurtled the unspoken walls you had erected to make things easier.

    "What I deserve is my business. I don't go chastising you for letting random bitches suck on your neck and god knows what else so that you don't feel lonely."

The remark had been soft but laced with venom, and you had regretted breaching your own resolve against negativity the moment the words had spilled from your lips.

    "Random..." He stared at you intently, surprise and confusion mingling with another indiscernible expression in his eyes as they traced over your features. You were trying to think of a way, any way, to salvage the conversation when he huffed out a laugh.

    "You did know what it was!"

    "What?"

    "That hickey you asked about sophomore year."

Your stomach flipped.

    "How do you even remember that?" You blustered in incredulity.

    "How do you?"

    He was staring at you knowingly with those achingly beautiful dark eyes that always saw you. It was one of the things you loved most about him. But right now it was terrifying. Right now you wanted to escape, only, there was nowhere to go. So for a moment, just a moment, you didn't hide anymore.

    "Because," you swallowed, trailing your eyes back up to his, your voice shaking a bit as you whispered, "I remember everything."

A beat. Two. You didn't make a disarming jest, or a hurried qualification. You didn't even blink. In a flash as quick and heavy as a summer storm, years of yearning filled your eyes like intangible tears, holding his face in your gaze before casting it back out over the sea. Yoongi had froze where he sat, eyes trained immovably on you before he suddenly stood, tossing his cigarette and cursing as he took a step toward the edge, weaving his fingers through his hair.

"What?" you asked, almost defensively.

He didn't turn around, but you could hear the emotion in his voice, his head bowed as he wrestled with the words.

    "Nah, that's not fair. You're leaving...You're leaving and you're gonna make it even...even harder right now?"

Turns out you weren't the only one who had been building walls with invisible bricks. You jumped to your feet.

    "Oh, so this is my fault? You've been telling me my whole life to get out! You convinced me to apply to the Ivy Leagues! You spent the last weeks pushing me away! I don't understand what you want from me, Yoongi!"

He turned toward you, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes on the ground.

    "A clean break," he said lowly, "Not from you...for you. I just wanted you to run, no guilt no pain, and not look back."

You felt a lump rise in your throat as you shook your head.

    "That's not how it works though. I was always going to look back. Whenever I was frightened or lost or uncertain. Whenever I woke up in the morning or closed my eyes to sleep, or laughed, or...or felt so much joy I didn't know what to do with it. I was always going to look back, Yoongi," You took a deep breath, "I was going to look for you."

Hot tears slipped down your cheeks as you grabbed his arm and pressed your wet face into his shoulder. You could feel his body shake with little sobs.

    "Don't," he croaked out, "don't look for me."

    "Sorry," you huffed a tearful laugh into the fabric of his sleeve, "I don't think my heart will listen to you. Pretty rough deal when it's yours after all."

You had tried to say it like a joke. It had come out like a promise.

    Yoongi stilled. Everything stilled. For a moment, it was as if even the sea and the sky and the moon held their breath. He let his hands fall from where they covered his face. As he lifted his head and turned, you dropped his arm, thinking for one horrible moment that he meant to push you away. But he didn't. He reached for you, and gently, firmly - like every move he ever made, like every word he ever spoke - slipped his hand around the nape of your neck and pressed his mouth against yours.

    You gasped softly against his lips.

    Sweet, methodical, insistent. He slipped his tongue against your bottom lip and you tilted your head to slot your mouth against his, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushed languorously against your own. He tasted like mint and cigarettes and him. You could do this all day. A little dagger pierced your heart at the thought that you only had tonight. You stumbled back, tugging him down beside you onto the blanket. You pushed him to his back and slipped onto his lap, leaning down to reconnect your lips with his. He chuckled into your mouth, his cheeks still wet with tears. 

    "Slow down," he hummed.

    "No," you murmured in simple defiance, kissing along his jaw before dipping to press your mouth to the soft flesh of his neck.

You licked softly, experimentally, along the side of his throat, and his fingers tightened against your waist. He tasted like salty skin and the alcohol of that cheap musky cologne he wore and Yoongi. You leaned back, supporting yourself with hands on either side of his head as you looked down at him.

    "Can I?" you asked with a shy smile

    "Hm?" he hummed, large, lithe hands massaging your waist.

    "Leave a mark?"

His eyes squeezed into little crescent moons, and his mouth pulled up into a full smile he couldn't repress. He chuckled again, reaching up to brush his palm over your cheek, and nodded, tilting his head to the side to expose the creamy skin of his neck. Your heart hammered in your chest as you leaned down and placed an open-mouthed kiss to his throat before sucking until you had pulled a low, deep groan from him. You pushed up again, surprised at the sound, new and lovely, to find him flushed - his blown pupils darkening his eyes, and a little wet patch of smooth skin growing rosy against his throat. You felt a thrill rush through you, making you tremble. You leaned down and marked him again and again, pulling sweet moans from his lips until his neck and collarbones were littered with the proof of your mouth. You lifted your face to kiss him again, but after pressing his lips to yours twice, he pulled back.

"One more," he whispered, taking your hand from his face and guiding it down to the slight firm swell of the top of his left pec.

His eyes played over your face as you felt it softly against your fingertips - his heart. In a valiant fight for your composure, you pressed your eyes shut and buried your face in his chest. He ran a hand over the back of your head soothingly. You raised your face to meet his gaze again, choking out a little sob at the depth of its gentle affection. You slipped your fingers to the collar of his cotton tee and stretched it down and to the side, revealing his bare chest. With reverence you pressed your mouth to his skin, fulfilling his request.     

No sooner had you raised your eyes to his again than he was pulling you against his lips and rolling you to your back. His weight sank into you as your mouths moved together and you thought, maybe, under his warmth was the only place you ever wanted to be. Your body responded to him seemingly of its own accord, your legs weaving around the backs of his thighs as a thrumming ache intensified at your core. As he moved to kiss your neck you found your hips rolling up, seeking relief for the sticky ache at their center, and you were met with a firm knot in his groin that pressed just where you were neediest. Your high-pitched whine was a sharp contrast to his low growl into your shoulder. It was intoxicating - his sensation, his sound, and you undulated against him over and over to slake your want on his growing hardness and hear his breath come quick against your ear. He began to rock against you in return, and soon you were whimpering into his neck, beads of sweat cooling on your forehead against the night air as each rut of his hips became overwhelming and not enough.

    "Yoongi, please," you begged in a breathy moan, lightly squeezing the back of his neck and turning your damp forehead against his soft cheek.

He pushed up to look at you, brushing away the little hairs clinging to your brow. He looked as needy as you, but a little uncertain.

    "What is it?" he asked. You knew he knew. You leaned up and kissed him chastely before letting your head fall back against the blanket.

    "I want you," you murmured, suddenly barely able to look at him as the words formed on your lips.

Yoongi dipped to press another kiss to your mouth before sitting up and back on your thighs, and gently tugging you up with him. You noticed the bulge straining against the front of his khakis, and he winced slightly as he wiggled to adjust against your legs. He took your hands in his, that little smile tugging at the corners of his pink lips, tongue darting out lick at them as he considered you thoughtfully. Impatient, you pushed his jacket off his shoulder, which he fully shed and cast aside, and ran your hands over his cotton-clad chest. His muscle jumped when you grazed down over his stomach, which you thought must be as soft and lovely as the rest of him.

  "Are you sure you want this to happen right now, with me?" he asked tenderly. You looked up at him, your brow pinched in question. "Your first time?"

    You scoffed, your face heating as you looked away, brushing bits of sand from the blanket.

    "How do you know if it's my first time?"

His little smile spread into a grin.

    "Because I know," he offered, a bit smugly.

You toyed with the hem of his shirt.

    "I'm sure," you murmured. And then you looked up at him. "Have you ever..."

    "Yeah," he responded, almost like he was sorry, as he glanced down and took your hands in his again. He bit the bottom corner of his lip. "I don't have a condom."

You felt your heart pounding as the concept of him taking you where you sat became increasingly real.

    "So pull out," you offered nonchalantly, hoping you sounded far more experienced than he knew you were.

He nodded. You snaked a hand between you to dance your fingers over the strain against the crotch of his pants. His hand flew to encircle your wrist and still your movements. He took a deep breath.

    "It might hurt you at first. Maybe the whole time," he said, his thumb brushing in a pendulum motion over your arm. You nodded.

    "I know. I don't care."

He smiled again, regarding you for a long moment. 

    "Okay," he said, nodding and licking his lips before taking your jaw delicately between the rounded pads of his fingers. "But you have to promise me one thing."

    "Hm?"

    "You still have to leave in the morning."

You heaved a sigh. Oh, Yoongi. You thought you might cry again, so you nodded, pulling him down over you once more.

    "Promise me," he murmured against your lips.

    "I promise," you breathed.

    You kissed slowly, greedily, learning each other's mouths and mapping each other's faces and necks. At some point he dipped below your collarbone to drag his lips along the tops of your breasts. Your hand flew into his hair and he looked up at you, dark eyes seeking permission. You nodded, bottom lip clamped between your teeth as he tugged down the stretchy bodice of your sundress to reveal a simple beige bra that clasped in the front.

    "It's not sexy," you remarked apologetically.

He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and dipped to kiss the tops of your breasts as his fingers found the clasp.

    "Shhh, it's just the wrapping," he whispered as he snapped the garment open, letting your breasts fall into view as they pushed aside the fabric cups that had confined them.

He cursed under his breath as he brought both hands to your tits and kneaded them gently, sliding your pert nipples in the spaces between his fingers. You mewled, arching your back to press your chest up into his grasp. Before you could truly revel in the feeling of his hands plying your supple flesh, they were gone, but your whine of protest was cut short by a sharp keen as his mouth replaced his fingers. He suckled and nipped at one bud and then the other, and each time he released one with a pop, you were certain you had been rendered temporarily unconscious. Soon he was sitting up and smirking down at the panting, writhing mess of you beneath him. You saw him grimace again as he adjusted his stance, and you reached for his zipper, only to find your hand caught in his.

    "No yet," he chided lightly, a twinkle in his eye, "I have to make you cum."

You drew your arm back and cast it over the top of your face, suddenly shy at his remark.

    "To get you ready for me," he explained again in a murmur as he pushed your dress up to your rib cage.

He traced his hands lightly over your naked waist and you shivered. He moved to his knees, pushing your legs to either side of him. He hooked his fingers into the top of your pink cotton panties, when you suddenly felt yourself sitting up, your dress falling back over your midriff. You were a sight - wild hair and your tits half out, still panting for breath while worry painted your features. Yoongi pulled his hands away and sat back, confusion in his widened eyes. 

    "I don't shave," you rushed out, "I know some girls do, but I've never tried. And...I don't know, I'm kind of a mess down there right now..."

Yoongi's face softened and he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours.

  "I don't care," he whispered. You huffed out another sigh.

    "But...but what if you...don't like it?"

    "I know I will."

    "How?"

He bumped your nose with his, swallowing again as his hand found yours.

"Because I love you."

He only let the words hang in the air for a millisecond before he was crashing his lips into yours again, passionately, as if it was the only way he could convey his conviction.

He loved you. You could have died. But he was pressing one of the kisses you would always remember into your lips like an oath, so you didn't. And then you let him bare your skin and lay you down and tell you that you were beautiful. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you felt your heart believe him. How were you to leave in the morning when his soft, warm words felt like the sun?

    He ran his hands over your sides and thighs, dipping to trail slow, deliberate kisses down from your navel until his chin brushed the soft, curly hairs of your mound. Your breath caught in your chest as the cool air hit fresh slick dampening your sex. He leaned back again, regarding you with warm eyes, and took your hand in his, placing it over your lower lips.

"Do you touch yourself?"

    You stammered. He had asked you as simply as if he were inquiring about your favorite flavor of ice cream. With effort you admitted that you did. He stroked over your hand.

"Show me how. What makes you feel good."

You nodded slowly, feeling yourself tremble a little as you moved to stroke your middle finger in beckoning motions over your swollen clit. The motion that should have been almost automatic and familiar felt new and lewd under his gaze. As you dipped to gather more arousal from your entrance you watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat and his hands tighten where they gripped your thighs.

    "You're soaked," he murmured as he stooped to press a kiss to your belly. Then he did something that would be seared into your brain for all eternity: he scooped up your hand and brought it to his lips, sucking your sticky middle finger into his mouth. You gushed at the sensation of his lips and tongue, wide eyes locked on his as he slowly let your finger slip free.

    "You want to know how you taste?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before humming, "So fucking good."

    "Yeah?" you asked breathlessly, propped up on your forearms to watch as he laid down between your legs.

  "Mhm. Sweet. Like honey."

He kissed into your pubic hair, slipping one of his long fingers to trace over your clit the way you had showed him. You gasped as you watched him work you up, something inside your growing taut like a bowstring. And then a kind of pleasure you had never imagined, the kind that made you want to melt and scream, rushed through your trembling body as a single finger pressed slowly past your entrance while his mouth found your clit. You found your hips bucking to meet his thrusts as he pressed in a second finger. You felt a slight sting at the stretch, but the exquisite pressure of this knobby knuckles caressing your walls overwhelmed any pain, and when he pressed the pads of his fingers to massage a spongy patch of muscle, you cried out, gripping his dark locks. 

    "Yoongi!" you moaned as he repeated the motion, and when he took your clit between his lips to suck you came.

You came hard and in waves, rolling your hips into him until you were clamping your thighs shut at the raw sensitivity of overstimulation. Yoongi sat up to rub his hands over your shaking thighs and heaving belly before leaning back down to kiss you and return your spirit through his lips from the astral plane.

    "You did so good," he cooed, "Came so easy for me."

    "That's good?" you asked between pants. He chuckled into your neck.

    "Mhm."

    "It felt good, Yoongi, really good." He dropped a kiss to your shoulder, and then mumbled into your skin.

    "You still want to go all the way?"

    "Yes," you whispered, pulling his shirt up his back and running your hands over his bare skin.

Yoongi sat up and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to lay with his jacket. He was slender and milky, as you had expected, but his shoulders were surprisingly broad, and his upper chest firm. The soft swell of his belly was dusted with a trail of delicate dark hairs leading down from his navel. You reached instinctively for the button of his pants, and this time he let you. Trailing the zipper down, he helped you shed his tight pants and boxers, sighing in relief as he freed his erection. You bit your lip as your hand trailed over the velvety skin of his shaft. Even this part of him was beautiful, you thought - not overly long but thick and proud with a pretty vein and a smooth tip glistening with precum. You had been so consumed with drinking him in that you only now noticed the little needy whimpers falling from his lips as you stroked him. You squeezed a little firmer, pumping him with more confidence.

    "Like that?" you asked, unable to look away from the sweet sight of his face as his eyebrows knitted and his head tilted back.

"Yeah, just...no, no, I won't last," he groaned, his hand stilling yours.

When he met your concerned gaze he reached up to stroke your cheek.

"Feels too good," he murmured reassuringly, then he guided you back down on the blanket, balling up his jacket and slipping it under your head.

He lowered himself carefully over you, skin to skin, as he kissed you again and again, his right hand toying with your breast and trailing lower to caress your clit. You could feel the heat rising in you again, and an aching want inside growing deeper and hungrier with every shock of pleasure. When he trailed his fingers through your folds to find you thoroughly wet he leaned to the side, gliding his length between your lips, his smooth tip brushing over your bud. You cursed, fingers digging into his back and he huffed a little laugh, eyes sparkling down at you.

    "Dirty girl," he chuckled, before kissing the tip of your nose. "Are you ready?"

You felt a squeeze of trepidation in your chest, but you pushed it away.

    "Yes," you assured him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

For a long moment, he just stared down at you, the same look in his eyes as the morning you had first awakened in his arms, but so intent - as if he was trying to commit every feature of your face, in this moment, to memory. Finally breaking his gaze, he glanced down between your bodies, aligning himself with your entrance. His eyes flicked back up to you as he slowly, slowly breached your core. When he had pressed in past his tip you felt the searing stretch he had warned you of. You closed your eyes, drawing in a sharp breath.


    "You okay?" came is worried voice, "Want to stop?" You shook your head.


    "No, just do it," you panted through the pain, "I want it to be you."

You pulled him down to press your mouth to his. Every kiss between you seemed to say something. This one said that you trusted him in a way you would never trust another.

He was so gentle. Pressing in slowly, giving you time to stretch around the thickness of him, kissing you sweetly through your whimpers, until he was fully sheathed inside you. Tears filled your eyes and trickled down your cheeks. You were so full of him.

    "Why are you crying?" he cooed, touching his forehead to yours.

Your hands clutched his back as you raised watery eyes to his.

"Because I'm yours, Yoongi. Yours first and no one else's." He buried his face in your neck.

"Take me, Yoongi," you whispered desperately into his ear, "Take me like I'm yours."

You felt him let out a tiny sob against your skin and then he started to move. He kept a slow pace at first, carefully gliding against your tight walls, unaccustomed to his presence. You could feel him jerk and twitch as he moved, and thought he must be restraining himself. You found the worst of your pain had passed, and all you wanted in the world was to make him cum.

    "Don't hold back," you hummed as you rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

He didn't need you to tell him twice, instantly setting a quicker, sharper pace that had his balls slapping your ass and his pelvic bone pressing to your clit with each forward snap.

    "You're so fucking tight," he mumbled, a dazed look beginning to overtake his features, "You feel so good, baby. So good." You wove your hands into his hair, pulling him down to kiss him as you breathed in every curse, whimper, and moan. And then he was looking down at you with dark, wild eyes.

    "I'm gonna cum, sweetheart, where do you want me to cum?"

You didn't have to think.

    "Inside," you answered breathlessly.

    "But I'm not..."

  "Please, cum inside me, Yoongi. Please," you whimpered, tempted to wrap your legs around his waist - your desire for him transcending every fear of consequence. But you wanted to give him the choice.

He raised himself up on his elbows, his thrusts coming impossibly harder and more erratic, and then he came. You watched him in exaltation as he threw his head back and cried out, emptying himself inside you. So beautiful, you thought, with his hair clinging to his brow, his chest heaving and flushed, and his face drawn in the throes of his release. You did wrap your legs around him then, and he collapsed, his head falling to your breasts as he gasped for breath. You tangled your fingers into his hair, caressing his head. You were swollen and sore and messy, and yet the thought of him abandoning you was unbearable. And the moon saw it all.

It saw you stay each other's as long as possible. It watched you both try to hide your tears as you pulled on your clothes. It watched you fight desperately, and fail, to put your heart in words. It watched him silence you, and hold you, because you didn't have to say it. He knew. It watched you fall asleep in his arms one last time.

You opened your eyes. The gulls were crying and the pale morning sunlight was spilling over the tops of the cliffs. The sea was soft and plashing and cerulean. It was the most beautiful of the ninety-three mornings of summer. But you didn't notice - all you saw were dark lashes on the apples of soft cheeks. You watched his breath rise and fall as the sun tipped over the horizon in the east, the dew trickling down your face as salty as the sea.

When Yoongi's eyes fluttered open they met your red ones, and he pressed is forehead to yours only for a moment before pulling you up to stand.

"Get outta here," he whispered shakily, hands still clutching your arms and brow still tilted into your own.

"Come with me," you choked tracing your hands over his chest.

"I can't leave her with him."

"I know." Your fingers traced over his heart and the little bruise you knew rested under the cotton fabric.

Yoongi wept.

"Go," he whispered, squeezing your arms. You nodded weakly.

"Go, goddamn it, go!" he cried, as you shook with sobs, then he crushed his mouth against yours.

Time didn't stop, you'd have any - so you stole every second you could.

And then you kept your promise.


********************

You shivered as a zephyr sprang off the water to whip around you, disrupting your thoughts. You tugged at your blazer. It had been a long time since you wore a sundress with cherries.

It was time to let them go, the little girl huddled in a blanket and the boy with the bleeding lip. They had held your hands for so long. They deserved to be free. It was time to let them go, so you did.

With a deep sigh you cast one last wistful glance back over the great blue expanse as the sun sank into the sea.

The moon was just a silver slip in the sky that night, but it saw. It saw before you did, as you turned to go, the breath catching in your chest when a low, soft voice behind you asked,

"Got a light?"

-Fin-

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Friendcation (m) | myg | series masterlist

Summary: Going camping with your best friends seemed like a brilliant idea when you initially made the plans. But when you harbor secret feelings for one of them, what will become of you being close confined for three months? Trouble, that’s what.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, “Y/N”)

Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin.

Genre/AU: Best friends to best friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.)

Word count: 99.8K (things got out of hand, lol and it's mainly smut 💀)

Warnings/tags: will be tagged for each individual chapter. But it does contain smut, almost in every chapter (not the first though).

Taglist: Closed.

Status: Completed!

🍃 Chapter 1 Word count: 11,9K Summary: As exhaustion and stress threaten to consume you and your friends at work, Yoongi comes to the rescue with an enticing proposal: a collective vacation—a friendcation. Amid the backdrop of breathtaking landscapes and shared adventures, your feelings for him only deepens more. Yet, his lingering gaze holds secrets you can't ignore, leaving you to wonder if it conceals something deeper—an unspoken connection that may forever alter your friendship.

Read → the teaser Read → chapter one See → the moodboard

🍃Chapter 2 Word count: 12.7K Summary: When you get a flat tire, you think it’s bad luck, but when you fall flat on your ass and Yoongi offers to massage the pain away, has your luck finally turned? 😜

Read → the teaser Read → chapter two See → the moodboard

🍃Chapter 3 Word count: 11.9K Summary: When you and Yoongi visit his family in Daegu, and he introduces you as his friend, it rubs you all kind of wrong. But what are you even to each other, other than best friends with benefits?

Read → the teaser Read → chapter three See → the moodboard

🍃Chapter 4 Word count: 17.7K Summary: It’s the last weeks of the vacation being just you and Yoongi, and you’re going to savor every last bit of it. You do some hiking, relaxing and discover new sides to yourself that you didn’t know existed.

Read → the teaser Read → chapter four See → the moodboard

🍃Chapter 5 Word count: 23K Summary: Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin have finally joined you on your trip and it’s going great; you have a tremendous amount of fun (some at your expense), laughter and talks about life. Namjoon suddenly asks you where you think this thing with Yoongi is heading, and to be honest you don’t really know yourself – you just know that you love him.

Read → the teaser Read → chapter five See → the moodboard

🍃Chapter 6 Word count: 11.3K Summary: Your vacation is coming to an end but your thoughts are spiraling and filled with anxiety as a tiny mishap makes you question your future with Yoongi.

Read → (no teaser for this one) Read → chapter six See → (no moodboard for this one)

🍃Chapter 7 [finale] Word count: 11.3K Summary: Melancholy shrouds you and Yoongi in your last days of vacation – time to get back home to the daily grind. But when you can visit Yoongi in his garage, is it really so bad?

Read → (no teaser for this one) Read → chapter seven See → (no moodboard for this one)

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! 🌸 I appreciate every like, comment and reblog, and please don’t be afraid to let me know what you think;  your kind words makes me extremely happy 💜

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Kintsugi [Masterlist]

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, eventual fluff

Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.

Current word count: 46.5k

Content: alcohol consumption/drunkenness, language, Yoongi and reader are both depressed, some very bad mental health, lots of glib comments and jokes about death and suicide, reader tries to make herself sick (NOT food/ED-related, does not succeed), mention of a suicide attempt, Yoongi has a depressive episode, reader has a depressive episode, self-harm (cutting)

Smut: protected sex, fingering, semi-public sex/sex in a public place

Specific warnings will be posted for each chapter and this list will be updated as I go.

Chapter One - Peaches 5.5k

"Not everyone wants more friends. Some people just want to get through the day and make it home."

Chapter Two - Rebound 8.2k

“Well, maybe we’re both good at hiding it.”  

“Maybe we are".

Chapter Three - What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead 11.1k

“No one’s ever... No one’s ever taken care of me before.” 

Chapter Four - Someone old, someone new 8.1k

"Years of counselling and it turns out nothing makes you feel the joy of being alive like when you really fucking like someone."

Chapter Five - The other shoe 7.2k

It hit you at that moment: you would always be you... You'd always just be... this.

Chapter Six - Yoongi, after all 6.4k

You smiled, grateful to him, as you often were. Always were.

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beside you | ksj/pjm sm au

banner by: @dee-ehn

🖇 synopsis:

— he’s bad for you. from the commitment issues to the endless scandals. sworn to never settle down… well, that’s until he sees how happy you can be without him. now he’s willing to do anything to keep from losing you to your so-called ‘perfect boyfriend’.

pairing: solo artist!jimin x idol!reader // actor!jin x idol!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: (frenemies) taekook…

genre: smut!! idol au, secret dating/fake relationships, love triangle au, slight themes of infidelity… which of course means angst!

*BYR: jin and jimin aren’t friends, they only know of each other. jin’s friends and yn’s friends hang out often so they’re in the same circle.

status: complete!!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

IF YOU AREN’T GETTING TAG NOTIFS, TURN ON MY NOTIFS!! I UPDATE EVERYDAY BTWN 1PM-3PM PST!!

parts:

prologue/profiles: yn and entourage

prologue/profiles: jimin and friend

prologue/profiles: jin and company

part one: acquaintances with benefits

part two: silent sex

part three: wild night

part four: nameless model

part five: settling down

part six: publicity stunt

part seven: perfect boyfriend (time jump)

part eight: no cameras

part nine: been a while

part ten: the start

part eleven: generally wondering

part twelve: moved on

part thirteen: old classmates

jimins ep (191029)

part fourteen: funny business

part fifteen: test run

part sixteen: clout chasing

part seventeen: no more hiding

part eighteen: high school sweetheart

part nineteen: same cycle

part twenty: something’s missing

Q&A

part twenty-one: just landed

part twenty-two: rain check

part twenty-three: hooking up

part twenty-four: third wheel

part twenty-five: really focused

part twenty-six: mutual split (time jump)

yn’s album (sola)

part twenty-seven: subtle promo

part twenty-eight: best behavior

part twenty-nine: beside you

part thirty: more serious

epilogue

end

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You always give out such amazing fic recs. I'm wondering if you have anything on hand for me. My absolute favorite trope is soft camboy AUs but really any sex worker au hits the spot, any member.

• these stories feature sex workers or sex worker adjacent plot lines up to and including running personal NSFW accounts • please be aware that all contain mature content and mature themes • minors do not interact • please CAREFULLY READ ALL TAGS IN ALL WORKS to be sure that you are comfortable reading the content •

Silk and Lace by @sunshyngal this one will blow your mind because it’s a royalty AU as well. I don’t want to spoil it but this fic is completely wild and amazing. Like amazing amazing. There are hidden identities, sexy secrets, intense mutual pining. I can’t say enough about it. And BOY can Shyn write. I have been obsessed with this story from the second she published it. It is illicit. It is shocking. I am shooketh.

Elite Chatboy by @kookingtae this one is funny as well as hot! Reader signs up for a sexting service and catches feelings with her sweet and sexy service provider Jungkook. It is a hilarious, fluffy, sexy ride. This may seem like a strange thing to say but this story is really about that couple who laughs and loves together because the connection between them is just that irresistible.

Human Touch by @snackhobi this one has a twist. The sex worker is an android named Taehyung who gains sentience and falls in love with the woman who looked at him and saw more than a machine built for her pleasure. This is honestly a beautiful story and at the end I was just so soft and happy.

Starfruit by @inkedtae is a wild wild ride on the camboy Hobi train. Features a curvy reader and oh my gosh it’s so sexy. This one made me laugh too. There is a fun little twist in the middle that sent me screaming. Truly a delight. I laughed and I sighed and I swooned.

Cyberslut by @kimnjss this one hits on one of my favorite tropes ever—good girl with a secret identity online. The reader has a hard stan thirst account dedicated to the college basketball star (Yoongi) who has no idea that his nerdy tutor is the online hottie tweeting about his hands.

Who’s Your Daddy by @ppersonna the reader is looking for a real dom in her life so she seeks one out on a website dedicated to meeting that particular need. She has no idea that the sexy dom she’s paired with is none other than her best friend who has been in love with her for years. This hot, funny, and delightful story of false identities and true love will leave you sweating and grinning guaranteed.

Dazed and Glazed by @floralseokjin Ok this story has been on a couple rec lists of mine and it will continue to be on many more because no joke it’s like a full on legitimate masterpiece. I could write a dissertation on this story. It’s flawless. The characterizations, the world building, the way the emotions build. There isn’t enough I can say about it. This story is special and features one of the hottest sex scenes like…ever. This is truly one of my favorite fics of any genre for any member and I do not say that lightly. The fun begins when the queen of good girl porn wants to retire with a bang—specifically with notorious porn bad boy Kim Seokjin ruining her in all the right ways.

In Motion by @yoonia is something else. I confess I came to her site because I vaguely recalled that she maybe had a sex worker fic but then I found this and I just COULD NOT LOOK AWAY it was incredible. I mean mesmerizing. The reader is invited to an exclusive voyeurism club where she ends up crossing paths with a handsome man who turns out to be her new boss—Jeon Jungkook! It was so incredibly hot. I couldn’t put it down. I’m serious just wow.

Simply.Cute97 by @httpjeon this is a spicy story about a virgin camgirl who falls for her favorite viewer—a hottie who also happens to be a camboy by the name of Jeon Jungkook. Their relationship is the wildest blend of filthy and fluffy and honestly it’s just a ton of fun the entire way through.

Ill-Fated by @sketchguk is great. What is a girl to do when she finds out that the bane of her existence and the gorgeous cam boy she is obsessed with are one and the same person? This is sometimes sweet, sometimes sexy and a pleasure to read all the way through. I can’t say I blame the reader for handling the situation the way she does. It all seems quite satisfying—if you know what I mean.

Playtime by @jungkookienoona is hot hot hot. This is a fun little cam porn love square. Two childhood best friends in love with each other. Both are cam performers and both are obsessed with the other person’s stream. It’s really just an insanely sexy and also an insanely thought provoking story. I giggled a lot because really it’s so cute, but also insanely hot. So be warned, this fic did not come to play—despite its name.

The Playmate Series by @scribblemetae is about a lovely girl who takes a job a ‘playmate’ for the boys of Bangtan. She caters to their kinks and discovers a lot about herself along the way. Obviously there are feelings and a lot of interesting twists and turns throughout. What a spicy ride! A lot of interesting thought and world building went into this one! You’re sure to be fascinated.

Show-Off by @taeverie is a fun little story about a lucky girl who discovers her roommate Hoseok is a camboy and ends up getting a live and in-person show. It’s a fun and quirky little snack that really hits the spot. My favorite part was when Hobi caught her watching his streams after she lied about it. Good stuff all around.

Notorious by @jungk0oksthighs this one is kind of fascinating. I really don’t want to give the story away, but literally by the end I basically just screamed. It was wild. Definitely give it a shot, but be prepared to have your jaw hit the floor. This author is quite good at eliciting that reaction.

A Matter of Shyness by @jjungkookislife this story is so cute! It’s about a sweet girl who is thirst following a naughty Snapchat account at the same time she begins growing closer to a classmate named Kim Taehyung. There are a lot of delightful reveals and genuinely sweet moments.

Éffleurer by @sugaurora is a fascinating and highly addictive story. This features as sex worker who specializes in a type of submissive performance deciding to enter into a submissive relationship with her gorgeous boss. I’m telling you it’s thrilling. Absolutely thrilling.

Obey by @jjkfire this is one of the most endearing and lovely stories on this list. It’s so sexy and hot yes but it’s like also a beautiful redemption song. The reader is a shy awkward escort who isn’t really an escort, she’s really just there to serve drinks and subtly discourage men from booking her, but she unknowingly enchants the very beautiful and very dangerous mafia boss Kim Taehyung and well… What’s a girl to do? The twist in the story is priceless by the way. I literally cried tears of moved beauty. It’s like that.

Kairos by @luffles424 yes I know. This one is an auto-include because I love it so much and it’s like super amazing and all. And if you haven’t read it yet then please don’t deny yourself any longer. Sweet omega college girl decides to auction of her first heat to the highest bidder and wealthy businessman Kim Seokjin cannot imagine who would pay for something like that… but then he smells her and all bets are off. This is honestly a beautiful love story and you know I am such a sucker for a/b/o done well.

Sexual Healing by @honeymoonjin features extraordinarily hot sex therapist Kim Namjoon and his quest to help the reader reach realization and release in this occasionally humorous romp. I really enjoyed reading this. Namjoon’s smooth certainty had me swooning, but it was the way he really encouraged the reader to explore and enjoy herself that made this an unmissable treat.

Out of Work by @jessikahathaway ok Jess full disclosure I read this before we were friends and it’s one of those stories that I ALWAYS think about (Jess’s writing will do that to you) and when I got this request I was like oh my gosh I have to include THAT Jimin story and here it was YOU that wrote it and I didn’t even remember! I love this story. It’s so incredibly fluffy and surprisingly romantic.

The Cockpile: One Shot Series by @httpjeon this is actually seven different one-shots (one for each of the members) each with their own unique setting. All the stories are themed around sex work and all of them are top notch. I highly recommend. Seven stories for the click of one link with this one!

Shutter and Shiver (Part 2) @pac-mang-blog this one was hard to track down but it was worth it. Submissive camboy cutie Jimin has a noona kink and a pretty project partner who watches his show faithfully. Jimin is quite the adventurous tease and the reader spends most of the story in a state of extremely hot and bothered. I included the link to both parts because they really are tricky to find.

The BANGmeTAN Collab is an ongoing collection of stories centered around the members as sex workers. Thus far it features completed stories by @kpopfanfictrash and @underthejoon • I originally linked The Boyfriend Concept which I discovered (thanks to @kigurumu) was actually part of a whole collab! All the authors participating are top notch writers and each installment is a delightful treat!

Satisfy by @suga-kookiemonster so this story is like wild. I learned things about myself reading this story. This author is great at balancing humor with genuine connection and it really shines in this unusual tale of Kim Taehyung’s friend who (after finding herself in need of money to finish school) agrees to an exclusive paid sexual relationship with the extremely wealthy Kim brothers (the Kim Line) in order to minimize scandals for their influential family. It’s filthy, evocative, emotional, and downright electrifying. I think I may have passed out during Tae’s scene and you’ll know why as soon as you start reading it.

Bam! You Got Scammed by @dovechim this is a wildly creative story. Truly. It revolves around a camgirl who is running a bit of a scam. Poor sweet Jeon Jungkook is double crossed and he decides to get his revenge in sexy satisfying fashion. This is a delightful story. I laughed and gasped and fanned myself the whole time.

95mochibuns by @gukptune this story is delightful in so many ways. Jimin is a camboy and the reader is a twitch streamer and they both (unknowingly) have huge crushes on each other that accidentally spill out onto the internet with lots of antics. Even their followers get involved. It’s sexy and hilarious and I always feel such anticipation when I read it. Even though I know what happens!

The Cambunny Series by @getitinbusan is a fascinating take on an idol AU. Jungkook goes exploring and sees someone he recognizes. The drama unfolds deliciously from there! This one was very hot! I had to stop and fan myself! The second part features Hoseok in a surprise guest capacity!

Take One by @untaemedqueen this story holds such a special place for me because I was really involved in helping D plan it. I knew from the first paragraphs she sent me that it was something really incredible. Min Yoongi is a super famous porn star and the reader writes fan fiction about him. Little does she know that he LOVES reading her work and starts incorporating some of her kinks and stories into his work! It’s so much fun and still manages to be both a great love story and a super sexy romp.

…and since I spent all that time putting together this list, lemme just slide you the link to my MASTERLIST where you can find other themed fic rec lists like this as well as all of my original works 😘

If you know of any really great stories (including your own) that might fit the theme of this list, don’t be afraid to send them in to me!

Thank you to the people who sent in recommendations! Newest additions to the list are in PINK!

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kinky hours masterlist

— all drabbles are 18+. for adults, by adults, about adults. all are for f.readers!

— do not repost anywhere outside of tumblr. 

rules before sending a request 

Jungkook

demon!jikook x angel!reader/fucking you inside their lair

hard dom!jungkook being pissed at OC/touch denial/but fucks her in the end lol/degradation/name-calling

neck biting/marking/implied sub!jk to dom!jk/a bit of overstim/idk what to title this

mean daddy jk denies sub!reader of his touch/name-calling/degradation

OC asks for kisses during sex and jk finds it adorable

stressed jk getting pissed off at OC’s attitude/manhandling/ball gag

crybaby™ jk x reader/ jk licking the tears off of OC’s cheeks

criminal!jk x officer!reader/kidnapped/imagine butter era jk’s concept photo vr.2

brat tamer jungkook/punishes reader for being a spoiled brat lol

sub!jungkook is tied up/giving him oral/tracing his arm tats with your tongue

ex-bf jungkook/argument turns into hate sex/reader cheated on namjoon lmao

hand kink/making origamis with daddy!jk/gagging

single dad jk/apologizing that he fucked you too hard/babysitter reader

crybaby™ jk x reader but OC uses her safeword

daddy jk takes care of you after not having sex for weeks

he finds out that you’re a Little/daddy!jk

cumming inside you without protection/creampie kink

eating you out with whipped cream

dom!jk/dirty talk/window sex

reader squirts and jungkook’s “give me more”

atgggth™ jk/eating pussy/whiny reader

jk fucks you while standing

spitting in mouth/overwhelmed reader

dom!jk/bratty reader

crybaby!jk/anal play with sub reader/ddlg 

jungkook finding your moans adorable

softdom!jk/rainy ambience/dirty talk/cuddling 

chubby reader/rough sex/praise

horny jk comes home while you’re cooking

crybaby™ jk/reader wearing cat ears and tail

riding jk’s thigh while spooning

overstimulation/clit torture/squirting

dom!jk pinning you down as he fucks you

daddy jk and his corruption kink

soft jk but reader wants it harder, hmmppp >:(

clit overstim/tied to the bed

hard dom jk/rough sex/jk fucks reader ‘inhumanly fast’…haha

passionate sex/lotus position

jk fucks reader gently and deeply™

ddlg/first time riding dom!jk/praise

blowjob while on the phone/punishment/degradration/jk meanie 

hard dom!jk/humiliation/subspace/big dick jk haha

reader does jk’s makeup as she rides his cock

daddy!jk/small reader/praise kink/size kink/wearing his baggy shirt

daddy!jk is handcuffed to the bed by babygirl  

dom!jk is jealous so he gives you hickeys

slapping/spitting in reader’s mouth/degradation/rough/choking

jk catches reader humping her pillow with his jumper on

punk jk fucks reader on her parents’ bed

crybaby™ jk and his love for eating pussy/spitting/descriptive

thigh riding/degradation/choking/spanking/hair pulling/whatever

overstimulation/reader tells jk to stop but he doesn’t listen

cockwarming/”move and i’ll take my fucking cock out of you”

punishing you in front of the members/degradation

dom jk fucks you mercilessly in front of a mirror/rough

having your first time with dom!jk

jk comes home to reader fucking herself/punishment/size kink/daddy

fucking you roughly while the members are around

dom jk/cocky jungkook energy/slow down by chase atlantic/descriptive

cockwarming :D

punishing you after you came without his permission

reader says she’s ‘too heavy’ but jk proves her wrong/against the wall

jungkook trying his spanking kink out on you

holding your thighs while he eats your cunt

dom!jk manhandles reader/virgin kink

tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh

crybaby™ jk/reader got her nipples pierced/descriptive

Taehyung 

popular class president!tae x reader!OC/jealous from other girls/soft dom! tae/throatfucking

testing out his pain kink on you/face slapping/biting/choking

taehyung finding the wet squelching noises cute iykyk 

bad boy™ tae gives you hickeys in public/possessive tae

dom!tae/mutual masturbation/voyeurism

werewolf!tae asking you to run because you disobeyed him

lactation kink/slight mommy kink

pushing your head against a pillow bc you’re too loud

sweet hot tub sex

taehyung uses his ties to play with you

reader cheats on jk while fucking taehyung

mutual masturbation but ends up fucking anyway lol

ddlg taehyung/size kink

bad boy™ taehyung teachers reader how to blow

the start of bad boy™ tae x young reader ;)

movie date with a remote control vibrator/dirty talk

dom!tae/nipple play/hand kink

tae fucks you while you’re asleep/spooning

ddlg/tae is jealous of you spending your time with other guys

cockwarming while he’s gaming

soft dom!tae/praise kink

bratty reader/rough/pissed from all the dating rumors

tae makes you wear a ball gag

taehyung fucks you in a pool

getting heated with tae in the pool

ceo!taehyung/secret relationship/some spanking

fucking you sensually while Singularity plays in the background

tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first

tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh

Jimin 

jealous jimin breeding you to get back at a co-worker/breeding kink!!/unprotected/dom!jimin 

demon!jikook x angel!reader/fucking you trapped inside their lair

bisexual reader/jimin gets jealous from you fangirling over a female idol

jimin getting on his knees/you’re standing during oral

dom!jimin corruption kink/condescension/jimin and his kendo agenda

jimin edges you with a bluetooth vibrator in public 

making fun of jimin’s small hands until he shuts you up 

cockwarming with jimin while he works out

jimin releasing his pent-up stress on you

sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon

softdom!jimin/swallowing his spit/praise kink

poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader

truth or dare/bts taunting jimin that he can’t make his gf cum

softdom!jimin/cocky/reader says he’s the biggest she’s ever had

softdom!jimin/readers sits on his lap and he bounces her up and down

dom!jimin/use of vibrator/edging/denial/squirting

jimin and his corruption kink/small!reader

jimin makes you sit on his face for being bratty

Hoseok 

fingering you until you beg for him to stop

controlling your vibrating panties at dinner

hard dom!hobi/pissed off that you accidentally said his name instead of ‘daddy’ during sex

hobi getting annoyed that you keep moving during oral

werewolf hoseok in heat/mentions of impreg/slight blood mentions

tattooed hobi x curvy reader/praise kink/loving degradation

daddy hoseok/trying to get his attention while he’s on the phone

softdom!hobi/fucking you in front of the practice room’s mirror

masochistic hobi punishing reader

Namjoon 

innocent gf/popsicle licking/corruption kink/daddy joon

namjoon discovering your pinterest board full of kinky shit

wolf namjoon x bunny hybrid reader/bunny gets lost in the forest o_o

dom!namjoon uses a spreader bar on you/squirting/degradation

giving joon oral under the desk bc he’s stressed from working

dom!namjoon x sub!reader x dom!yoongi/spitting kink/spanking

daddy namjoon fucks you while you’re both high/marijuana intake

namjoon spits in your mouth/wall fucking

sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon

namjoon and creampie… yum

namjoon punishing reader/overstim/degradation

softdom!namjoon/size kink!!

daddy!joon babies reader to be intimate with him 

edging with joonie and his babygirl

sucking him off while he’s on vlive

servant namjoon x princess reader/bending her over the desk

tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first

Yoongi

mafia!yoongi/dom!yoongi/gunplay/brat taming/manhandling

butt play wohoo/no peneration/just thumb on butthole typa’ thing

PUBLIC. BUS. SEX./cockwarming & grinding/slight exhibitionism/honestly this is just so hot

distracted by his hands/fingering you against his piano/hand kink

sitting on yoongi’s face + overstim

pet play/kitten play with yoongi

innocent s/o never masturbated before/virgin reader/size kink

dom!yoongi x sub!reader x dom!namjoon/spitting kink/spanking

breeding kink/pregnancy kink

poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader

hard dom yoongi

hand kink omfg

dom!yoongi/bondage/using a dildo on you

yoongi shows off his tongue technology/cunnilingus 

reader wears vibrating panties in public

Seokjin 

shoulder massage after a concert leads to a whole lotta imagination lol

seokjin ruining your orgasm/putting the vibrator inside your panties

yoga with seokjin/ahh yes, the downward dog/cunnilingus

dom!seokjin fucking you in front of a mirror

ball worship!!

lactation kink with seokjin aaahhhh

teasing seokjin until he snaps/big cock seokjin agenda

dry humping/cumming in his pants

daddy seokjin takes care of you after weeks of not having sex

asking jin if he can choke you

— since 2020.

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MASTERLIST

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⤑ ⚥ —smut | ♡ —fluff, romance | ☁ —angst

⤑ O T 7

BTS as Kinks

BTS as Friends with Benefits

Milestone Celebration Drabbles

⤑ T A E H Y U N G

Nude – one | two | three | four | five [complete]

» You accidentally send a nude to Taehyung, a fuckboy you definitely shouldn’t have been thinking about, despite already kissing him. The fact that he’s your roommate’s best friend doesn’t help your situation at all. (⚥, ☁)

Enemy masterpost [+Hoseok]

» When your fuckbuddy Hoseok becomes too busy to keep your thing going, Taehyung volunteers to fill the spot. (⚥)

Bicker – one | two | three | four | five | six

» Taking a trip with a group of friends and getting away from everything sounded amazing until you realized Kim Taehyung would be coming too. Not only was he your arch enemy and the most annoying person on the planet, but he also seemed to love making your life miserable. (☁, ⚥)

Business [+Jungkook] – one | two | three | four

» Discussing business over drinks with Taehyung and Jungkook turns into a night you won’t forget. (⚥)

Curtain – one | two | three

» The quarantine has made Taehyung a man of habit so much that he now masturbates at the same time every day. However, he doesn’t know that a neighbor is enjoying the view due to the lack of curtains at his place. (⚥)

Zaddy – one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | final [complete]

» Your sugar daddy relationship goes great until you start catching feelings for the man who warned you against it. (⚥, ♡ , ☁)

Nowhere Fast – one | two | three | final  [complete] 

» When an old friend and crush shows up at your workplace and asks you to quit, you think he’s crazy. Soon enough, you realize you don’t even know what you’ve gotten yourself into. (⚥, ♡ , ☁)

Surreptitious – one | two | three [hiatus]

» Taehyung has a hard time watching you suffer because of Jungkook while he himself is madly in love with you. (⚥, ♡ , ☁)

Crossroads – one | two | three | four

» After you cause an accident, you’re willing to risk it all to help the people you’ve hurt, even if it means selling your soul to the devil. However, you didn’t know his helper would be so much fun. (⚥, ♡, ☁)

» oneshots:

Taehyung Speaking

» As a House of Lust employee, Taehyung finds his work mundane and, quite frankly, boring, especially when he’s working on the phone. But, the tables turn when his former university crush calls. (⚥)

Sorry, I Love You

» Taehyung is sorry he’s fallen for his good friend, afraid of losing a friendship over his feelings. Still, he has to confess. (⚥, ♡, ☁ )

Games

» Your roommate Taehyung wants to try something new, and he hopes you would be willing to help. (⚥)

The Bet [+Jimin/Namjoon]

» Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon are bored at a party, so they decide to spice things up with a bet. (⚥)

Fifteen Minutes

» You don’t do dates - all you give guys is fifteen minutes to see if they can impress you, and Taehyung’s fifteen minutes have just started. (⚥)

Home for Christmas

» Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas. (♡)

Shelter

» Taehyung’s always been a best friend, which is why you think he’s the right person to ask for help when it comes to relationships. (☁, ⚥, ♡) » drabbles: Nude | Annoying friend | Zaddy  | Zaddy 2 | Zaddy 3 |  Zaddy 4 | Zaddy 5 | Business | Zaddy 6

⤑ J U N G K O O K

Bunny masterpost

» An anonymous streamer puts on a show every couple of days. When you become one of his biggest fans, your social life takes a hit—you’d rather stay glued to your laptop and stare at him than go out and meet men in real life. But, what if? (⚥, ☁)

Puddle of Love masterpost

» Despite being completely different, Jungkook and you end up in the same place with a common goal—songwriting. Can you write songs with the guy who’s a walking bad boy stereotype? The rock image and lifestyle get on your nerves, but there seems to be more to Jungkook than you originally thought. (☁, ⚥, ♡)

How to Spice Things Up

» Eager to bring back some passion into his long-term relationship, Jeon Jungkook does the unimaginable and buys a female magazine after an article about spicing things up catches his eye. He’s willing to do anything to get things going again, even if it means applying the advice from the article. (TBA)

Monster – one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen  | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen | final [complete]

» You sleep with an obnoxious fratboy who used to be your friend. (☁, ⚥, ♡)

Lightweight – one | two [complete]

» Jungkook is tired of you seeing him as a kid, so he takes matters into his own hands. (⚥, ☁)

Business [+Taehyung] – one | two | three | four

» Discussing business over drinks with Taehyung and Jungkook turns into a night you won’t forget. (⚥)

» oneshots:

Hunter

» As a hunter, you’re hired by powerful people to kill the monsters that lurk in the woods surrounding villages and cities, praying on innocent people. When king Jungkook express an interest in meeting you, you expect the man to beg for your help, but the meeting doesn’t go as planned. (⚥)

Pas de Trois

» You decide to give your boyfriend Hoseok something he really wants—the chance to watch you get fucked by another guy. And what better place than House of Lust? (⚥)

Bound

» Your boyfriend Jungkook lets you bind him. (⚥)

The Present

» Your best friend’s boyfriend Jungkook has a special wish for his birthday—you. This maybe wouldn’t be such a problem if you weren’t into him since the day you’d met him. (⚥, ☁)

 Lollipop

  » request: jungkook teasing a girl with a popsickle and making her suck it  (⚥)

Hands

» You love his hands when… (⚥, ♡)

Jasmine

» Jungkook always tries to hide his crush on you, but unfortunately, he can’t control what happens while he’s sleeping. (⚥)

Neighbors

» When your hands are full, a cute neighbor lends a helping hand. (⚥)

Dalliance

» Jungkook and you are hiding your friends-with-benefits thing from your roommate who used to have the same deal with him. (⚥)

Angel of Death

» Working at the local cemetery is a pretty mundane job until you meet a stranger. (⚥)

» drabbles: Monster | Monster 2 | Monster 3 | Monster 4 | Forbidden | Business | Sharing (ft. Jimin)

⤑ J I M I N

Good Boy – one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen

» When a college trip gets too boring, you decide to play a game with a guy who has a crush on you. (⚥, ☁, ♡)

Sin City – one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen [complete]

» After a run of bad luck, you can go back home and admit defeat or step out of your comfort zone and look for a job at Sin City.  (⚥, ☁, ♡)

Benefits – one | two | three [complete]

» Jimin is your friend with benefits. (⚥, ☁)

» oneshots:

Breaking the Rules

» As a House of Lust manager, Jimin can’t afford to break any of the rules meant to protect workers. Yet, there’s one you want him to break. (⚥)

The Bet [+Taehyung/Namjoon] 

» Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon are bored at a party, so they decide to spice things up with a bet. (⚥)

Birthday Boy [+Yoongi]

» Yoongi wants to give his best friend Jimin the perfect birthday gift… And it just so happens to be you. (⚥)

Class President

» Class president candidate Jimin would do anything to get your vote. (⚥)

» drabbles: Sin City | Sin City 2 | Sin City 3 | Good Boy | Sharing (ft. Jungkook)

⤑ Y O O N G I

Ocean Drive – one | two [complete]

» Yoongi has always been forbidden fruit to you, but there’s something about him that makes it hard for you to stay away. (☁, ⚥)

Self-Control – one | two | three [complete]

» You hide your relationship with your boss. (☁, ⚥)

» oneshots:

Baby, Can I?

» Yoongi is your friend, but all it takes is one wrong move of his hand for you to start thinking of him as something more than that. (⚥)

Red Dress

» Your red dress becomes a subject of discussion with your boyfriend. (⚥)

Birthday Boy [+Jimin]

» Yoongi wants to give his best friend Jimin the perfect birthday gift… And it just so happens to be you. (⚥)

Take Care

» When you run into your ex on a night out, your fuck buddy Yoongi does his best to make you forget about him. (⚥)

King of Wishful Thinking

» Yoongi is your boyfriend’s roommate, but sometimes he wishes he could be more than that. (☁, ⚥)

» drabbles: Self-Control | King of Wishful Thinking

⤑ H O S E O K

Forbidden – one | two | three | four | five [complete]

» Hoseok is your brother’s best friend. (☁, ⚥)

Enemy masterpost [+Taehyung]

» When your fuckbuddy Hoseok becomes too busy to keep your thing going, Taehyung volunteers to fill the spot. (⚥)

» oneshots:

Pas de Trois

» You decide to give your boyfriend Hoseok something he really wants—the chance to watch you get fucked by another guy. And what better place than House of Lust? (⚥)

» drabbles: Forbidden | Forbidden 2

⤑ N A M J O O N

Partners – one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven

» As a part of a literature assignment, you get paired up with Kim Namjoon, a guy you’ve never even heard of. (☁, ⚥, ♡)

» oneshots: 

The Bet [+ Jimin/Taehyung]

» Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon are bored at a party, so they decide to spice things up with a bet. (⚥)

 A Favor 

» Namjoon teaches you how to give head. (⚥)

Jealous

» Namjoon deals with a breakup. (⚥)

» drabbles: Friendship (fwb)

⤑ S E O K J I N

» oneshots: 

Perfect

» Your roommate seems to have it all - great grades, amazing friends, good job, beautiful girlfriend. However, after a bad breakup and a long recovery, you realize there’s one thing he’s missing. (⚥, ☁, ♡)

Washing Machine

» Jin shows you another way to use the old washing machine. (⚥)

The Stranger

» When your plane hits turbulence, you start panicking and tell some of your biggest secrets to the attractive stranger sitting next to you. (☁, ⚥ , ♡)

Creek Hill Apartments

» Even though Kim Seokjin and you decided to stop seeing each other, there was something that always made you come back for more. (☁, ♡, ⚥)

⤑ L E E  K N O W

Cupid’s Christmas [61.8k] — one [13.8k] | two [14.1k] | three [15k] | four [18.9k] | epilogue [5.2k] complete

» Your friend creates the perfect Christmas blind texting event for all her single friends, including you. While you’re texting a person who seems to be perfect for you, you start interacting with your college arch-nemesis, Lee Minho, a lot more. (☁, ♡, ⚥) ⤑ read on AO3

Couple Drabbles — a series of drabbles about a relationship with idol Minho

» i. harness [2.9k] ♡ the one where you ask your boyfriend to wear a harness. » ii. love [2.4k] ♡ the one where you helping his friend makes Minho realize how much he loves you. » iii. play [3.8k] ♡ the one where a playing turns into thigh riding ⤑ read on AO3

» oneshots:

Company ft. Changbin

» You’re sick and tired of living the good girl life. In other words, you just want to get laid, and who better to help than your two best friends? (⚥) ⤑ read on AO3

⤑ C H A N G B I N

» oneshots:

Company ft. Lee Know

» You’re sick and tired of living the good girl life. In other words, you just want to get laid, and who better to help than your two best friends? (⚥) ⤑ read on AO3

Changbin’s Company

» Changbin avoids you because of hurt pride, but he finds himself in your company again. (⚥, ☁, ♡ ) ⤑ read on AO3

Cocky

» Changbin’s cockiness disappears the second he’s off the stage, especially around you—and you really want to be more than friends. ⤑ read on AO3

⤑ S H O W N U

» oneshots:

Play It Cool

» After a rough breakup, Hyun-woo turned to Tinder for some fun. You, on the other hand, were trying to find a date for a family wedding. And then you matched. (⚥)

Who Do U Love

» Being in love with Hoseok (Wonho) is hard, especially when you’re his girlfriend’s best friend. aka You’re pining over Hoseok and Shownu is pining over you. (⚥, ☁)

» Saudade: Oct 25th | Nov 11th | Dec 15th | Jan 12th (☁) Text drabbles – Yoongi | Jimin