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jjungkookislife · 2 years

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Envolver

ღ pairing: seokjin x f. reader x yoongi, ot7 x reader

ღ genre: fwb to lovers, poly au, smut [18+]

ღ summary: Visiting your friends on Western Night at the bar ends with you getting a closer look at Seokjin’s western shirt and Yoongi’s leopard print.

ღ wc: 7.4k

ღ warnings: that that!Yoongi (that’s it, that’s the warning), ptd outfits (except yoongi), fwb, tiny pining, alcohol use/mention, PSY makes an appearance, flirting, sex in a semi-public place, voyeurism, oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, degradation (*cum* slut, whore), fingering (f. receiving), Yoongi’s That That rings!!, Yoongi’s hat, no, Yoongi is the warning! YOONGI!!!, spanking, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, possessiveness, implied hierarchical poly relationship.

ღ inspo: inspired by the novela “como en el cine” and “envolver by anita”

ღ date: May 6, 2022

Music was bumping as you walked inside the crowded bar. You knew everyone was anticipating your best friend's performance, and you had come out to support them. The crowd seems lively tonight, though it usually is when your friends are performing on the weekends, and even the dim lighting doesn’t annoy you this time as you make your way through the crowd with a few harsh hisses of “excuse me, please!”

Looking around the crowd, you frown when you don’t recognize anyone but the bar owner, Psy, who’s dressed up for the occasion in a matching purple suit. He waves when he spots you, raising his drink in your direction before mouthing, “Add what you want to my tab.”

You raise your hand, your index fingertip touching your thumb to signal okay. Psy grins, easily distracted when someone else approaches him.

With a huff, and a few elbow jabs, you fight your way to the front of the bar beside all the eager patrons, who scream when the lights dim further and the spotlight over the bar shines brightly.

The show must be starting.

A song you recognize comes over the speakers as your friends step onto the bar. Your mouth drops as you take in their appearance. Of course, you knew your friends were hot but now in their outfits; they looked drop-dead gorgeous and perhaps you may have slept with all of them at one point or another, so unlike anyone else in the crowd, you knew what they looked like underneath their outfits.

Seokjin’s bolo tie sits on his bare chest, the last few top buttons undone and his broad shoulders could easily be seen if he tilts too far to one side or the other. However, his slim waist is accentuated by his tight blue jeans and he winks at you when he catches your gaze straying from his beautiful face.

Beside him, Yoongi is smirking, feet stomping on the bar as he hip thrusts, showing off his perfect teeth in a growl. His leopard shirt is the first thing that catches your attention but as he thrusts right in front of your face, you remember the last time you were on your knees for him.

Feeling hot, you fan yourself with your hand, only to make eye contact with Hoseok. He grins devilishly, swaying his hips this way and that, his assless chaps layered over his white jeans and you know damn well he’d have worn them without.

Last but not least, Namjoon is smiling prettily at the crowd but when his eyes lock on yours, he licks his lips and unbuttons his shirt a little more, but you note his white shirt is very translucent. His golden skin appears, and it just makes you hotter. The screams from the crowd are deafening as he spins around and his ass shakes in his too-tight black jeans.

You follow everyone’s movements, clapping and cheering when there are more hip thrusts and gyrations that have your face flushing with heat.

Halfway through the song, the last three of your friends hop on the bar. Jimin’s black western shirt is already slipping off his shoulder, the white fringe drawing attention to him as his back is pressed against Namjoon’s as he sways his hips.

Taehyung is clad in all red, his pert behind swinging to the music as Jungkook follows his lead, eyes glued to Taehyung’s ass. You stifle a giggle at Jungkook’s outfit. He looks like an emo cowboy clad in all black and with his eyebrow and lip pierced. You think it suits him well.

Your eyes follow each of your friends in turn, each drawing your attention with their seductive moves and you’re left in awe of how talented they each are, but of course, you knew that already. You fawn over them just like everyone else in the crowd, grinning widely when Yoongi and Taehyung start unbuttoning their shirts, catcalls ringing out all around you until Namjoon is covering them both with his broad frame.

Namjoon’s dimpled smile sends fireworks into your heart, his eyes flitting to you briefly before he speaks. “Now, now, y’all, this ain’t that type of show.” Laughs ring out from the crowd as tips go flying to the bar regardless and they laugh, joking around for a few more moments before they’re filing off the bar.

Once their show is over, the three youngest get behind the bar while you scoot to the back of the crowd to an open table. You take a seat on the high bar stool, glad when a waitress stops by to hand you a drink.

“Courtesy of Jungkook,” she says with a nod in his direction. Jungkook smiles when he meets your gaze, winking before turning his attention to the customer in front of him. You’ll have to thank him later.

“Hey, you made it,” Seokjin greets you with a hug, ignoring the heated stares that follow from the patrons lingering around.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Jin. You were fantastic up there! You look amazing!” You exclaim as you take in his figure, licking your lips when you see a few buttons have become undone. At this rate, he’d be shirtless by the end of the night.

Seokjin grins, leaning in closer, the loud music nothing but an excuse.

“You should let me show you the routine in private,” he smirks when you turn to him, looking flustered. He takes a step back, but his hand sits on your lower back and you know you’d gladly take him up on his offer. When you’re about to tell him so, Yoongi comes up to the both of you.

“Don’t tell me he’s already offering to take you back?” Yoongi clicks his tongue as he eyes his elder.

“Isn’t that what you were coming to do?” Seokjin bites, licking his lips as he looks down the top of your dress shamelessly.

“I thought we agreed I’d be first,” Yoongi snarks back but you can see the mirth in his eyes. Nothing but playfulness in his aura as he quirks his head to the side. “What do you say, babe? Think you can handle us?”

Brain malfunctioning, you nod. “Yes!”

Seokjin chuckles at your eagerness, his hand moving off your lower back as he gets through the crowd with ease, not looking back once as he disappears into the back room.

Yoongi easily occupies his spot, his hand on your lower waist as he takes a sip of your drink. His lips pursed. “God, Jungkook needs to dial it back on your drinks, baby girl. He’s gonna have you hearing colors by the end of the night.”

“He likes to flirt.” you shrug as you take a sip and grimace. “A little too much.”

“You should have heard him earlier in the dressing room.” Yoongi laughs, his pretty teeth making an appearance. “Do you think she’ll like my outfit? Think she’ll ride me like a cowgirl would? Should I make these pants tighter?”

You giggle, shaking your head as you cover your mouth with your hand. Yoongi clicks his tongue, moving your hand out of the way.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile. Don’t hide it.”

You nod, swallowing thickly before taking another sip of your drink, thankful it’s in a small glass. Yoongi takes your hand, looking across the bar to spot Hoseok and Namjoon working the crowd. However, their eyes seem to devour you whole.

“Seems like I’m the envy of everyone tonight,” Yoongi brags as he leans in close to you, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to your neck. You whine softly, only for him to hear, and he lowers his hand to grip your ass.

His name escapes you in a surprised tone, eyes roaming around the room, but nobody seems to pay the two of you any mind aside from your friends.

“Relax, babe. Nobody’s gonna care if we make out a little on the floor,” Yoongi assures you.

“And when your hand slips under my dress?” You goad him with a smirk.

“Then I’m just lucky.” he kisses the corner of your mouth before his lips are capturing yours. His hands are clad with rings, his horseshoe one digging into your skin in the slightest and you half hope he’ll keep them on tonight.

“Seokjin’s waiting,” you murmur against his lips in between fiery kisses that leave your body burning with arousal. Yoongi has a way with his tongue that even the simplest of kisses have you going into overdrive, fueled with lust and nothing but thoughts of him, him, him.

“Let him wait,” he laughs heartily, pressing another kiss to your lips, slower and more sensual than the last, as his hands grip your hips tight. He doesn’t want to let you go, doesn’t want to have to share you so soon.

You don’t say another word as he presses his body to yours, an awkward feat in your seat, but it only takes a second for him to pull you to your feet. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, butterflies swirling in your belly as he takes your hand in his to lead you through the crowd and to the back room.

Anticipation builds as you cut through the bar, legs shaking as you try to remain focused on Yoongi’s back but his pert behind in his pants is almost too much. The only thing worse was the lining in his crotch, his hip thrusting making his cock very prominent and you almost have to fan yourself to calm down.

This whole western theme was doing wonders for your imagination, perfect material for your dreams tonight. You were thankful it was a weekend event, not sure if you could survive any longer than that.

You still had to come to the Saturday and Sunday show and that alone built excitement in your belly.

“I didn’t think you would show,” Seokjin says from his spot on the blue couch. He’s got a drink in his hand, his shirt unbuttoned and untucked from his jeans. He cards his free hand through his hair as he looks you up and down.

“As if I’d miss the chance to get you like this,” you state with a flirtatious smile.

“Go on, baby,” Yoongi instructs as he sits beside Seokjin and you sit on Jin’s lap. He’s quick to set his drink aside on the coffee table nearby before his large hands are gripping your hips.

“I missed you, princess. You don’t come by as often as you used to,” Seokjin hums as he moves your hair off your shoulder, his pretty lips pressing soft kisses to your sensitive skin.

“Because last time, Hoseok and Taehyung almost fought over me and Jimin’s fans wanted to beat me up,” you answer honestly, and Yoongi tuts.

“As if we’d let that happen,” he says with a firm look that sends shivers down your spine. Seokjin rubs your back, focused on kissing your neck, gently nipping and biting as he goes.

“Couldn’t risk it,” you answer, rolling your hips once and Jin wastes no time lifting your dress over your body to discard on the floor.

“You’ve come prepared,” Yoongi notes with a smug smile as he takes in your topless form. Your panties are the only clothing left and even then they don’t leave much to the imagination.

“I was hoping you’d invite me back here,” you chuckle as you lean toward him to kiss him hastily while Seokjin is wrapping his lips around a pert nipple. You sigh his name as your fingers thread through his purple, almost pink hair, holding him to you as you begin tugging at his shirt.

Yoongi watches from his seat for a moment, palming his erection through the confines of his pants. His leopard shirt and bolo tie are still on and he looks like he’s in no rush to take his clothes off.

“Focus on Seokjin, baby girl. Don’t worry about me,” he smiles as he sits back in his seat and you do as you’re told.

Seokjin meets your lips, tongue pushing past. You moan when you feel him explore every bit of your mouth. You’ve missed kissing him, feeling his perfect lips against yours, and savoring the way he makes your body tingle after each kiss. Kissing Seokjin is a rush of adrenaline, a high only he can provide, an exhilaration like no other.

“So pretty,” he whispers against your lips in between kisses as his hands feel every inch of your body. He’d love to take his time with you, to cover you in kisses from head to toe, treat you like the queen you are but unfortunately, the clock is ticking and his cock is in desperate need of relief.

Your hands are greedy as they paw at Seokjin’s pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them in record time. Yoongi cackles at your eagerness, watching the two of you with an amused grin. You climb off Seokjin, feeling Yoongi’s hands on your hips as he positions you on your knees once he’s made room on the couch for you.

You feel his fingers skim over your back, gently tugging the waistband of your panties.

Seokjin strokes your hair, his knuckles grazing your cheek before he’s tracing your lips with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth and groaning when your lips wrap around it. His eyes are dark and hooded, filled with lust as he inhales deeply.

Your hands are tugging his pants down his thighs before he can say anything, his boxers going along with them. His cock slaps his abdomen, hard and thick, dribbling precum that stains his flawless skin. There’s a tiny hint of a happy trail on his abdomen and it makes your mouth water as your hand wraps around him… or tries to.

Seokjin bites back a smile, never tiring of your reaction when his cock is exposed. It’s as if your brain resets every time he whips it out. He’d love to fuck your throat and have you sobbing for him all night if he could.

Licking your lips, you eye him hungrily, barely feeling Yoongi’s featherlight touch on your skin behind you.

Saliva pools in your mouth, and you spit it on Seokjin’s cock without delay. Your heart thrums rapidly in your chest, excitement bubbling deep inside you as you do it two more times, your hand moving up and down his length to distribute it.

Seokjin groans, your name on his lips as you stroke him firmly. He sits slack at your mercy when your lips wrap around the head, tongue kitten-licking the slit. His precum mixes with your saliva and you tease him a little more just to hear the softest croons from his lips.

“Baby,” he rasps, eyes burning with lust as he grips your face with his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t forget your pleasure lies in my hands, or should I say, Yoongi’s?”

Seokjin meets Yoongi’s gaze, who nods in affirmation despite you not being able to see him. His light touch suddenly disappears and you realize you miss it.

You nod, loving the firm grip Seokjin has on your face, squeezing your cheeks one last time as saliva dribbles from your mouth down to your chin. Seokjin guides you to his cock, your mouth open, and yearning to feel the weight of it on your tongue.

Opening wide, you welcome him into the warmth of your mouth, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose as your hands work the rest of his cock. It would take a lot of warming up to deep throat him the way you want to. Your eyes meet his and he pats your head almost as if he could read your mind.

“Next time,” he promises easily as you bob your head up and down slowly, getting accustomed to his size once again. You won’t push yourself too much to begin with, after all, Yoongi is eagerly awaiting his turn as well.

“That’s it, baby. Suck me off,” Seokjin groans, hand gripping your hair as he raises his hips to your face. He’s careful not to push too far, mindful of your moans and groans and gags if he gets a little too close. He knows your jaw must be aching already, but he admires your determination to suck his fat cock like it’s an easy feat.

In and out of your pretty mouth he goes, your watery eyes locked on his dark ones. He praises you gently, encourages you sweetly, and makes you gag sinfully.

Your hands roll his balls in your hand, moaning when Yoongi’s fingers grab a handful of your ass. He smacks it, causing your mouth to widen further and Seokjin to slip farther.

“Ah fuck, yes. Just like that, baby. You like being my cock-hungry slut, huh?” Seokjin chuckles, feeling the way you moan around his cock. Yoongi confirms it with his words, “She’s fucking dripping, man. Clenching around nothing like a whore.”

“Fuck,” Jin breathes, pulling on your hair. You pull off his cock with a lewd pop. Eyes watery, lips swollen with saliva, and precum slathered on your chin.

“You little slut. You like that don’t you?”

“Yes,” you pant, looking him in the eye. “I do.”

“Yoongi, why don’t you feel just how much she likes being a little slut for us,” Seokjin smirks.

Yoongi nods as he pushes your panties to the side, a shiver running through you at the feel of his cold rings.

“She’s soaked,” Yoongi grunts as he pressed two of his fingers to your folds. You moan when they push into you with little resistance.

“Fuck,” Seokjin curses, guiding you back onto his cock by your hair. You're eager to please, so turned on by both men.

Seokjin’s head lolls back. He groans-curses at your newfound enthusiasm. You bob up and down his length, taking more and more of him until you can’t anymore. Your jaw aches, your knees hurt, and you’re smeared with spit and pre-cum, but you don’t let that faze you as you continue.

Your hand rolls Seokjin’s balls and he curses your name again and again, even more so when your tongue runs over them, taking them in your mouth.

“Fuck, you minx! Are you that eager for me to cum in your mouth?” Seokjin asks with wide eyes. He’s breathing heavily, sweat beading at his hairline as you purposely ignore his question and resume your actions only to stroke him after.

“Wanna be your cumslut,” you say simply as your mouth wraps around the head of his cock and he releases a guttural groan that has you clenching around Yoongi’s fingers.

“She seems to like that,” Yoongi laughs breathily, and you were right, his rings feel delightful inside you. They’re cool against your warm walls, gently adding a little something, something to the experience. Yoongi seems to notice the way your hips meet his languid thrusts, speeding up instead to get a reaction out of you.

“Keep going,” Seokjin commands Yoongi as your thighs tremble. Seokjin is so close to his orgasm that he can already taste it.

You pick up the pace, fueled by the pleasure your best friend is giving you. Your thighs are soaked with your arousal; it even drips from Yoongi’s wrist.

“Fuck, baby. So close,” Seokjin grits, eyes fluttering shut as he grabs you by the hair tightly. He licks his lips, looking down at you and groaning when your teeth lightly scrape his length. Yoongi smacks your ass, your groan reverberating on Seokjin’s cock, and that’s all he needs before he’s cursing up a storm.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum down your throat, just like you wanted. Fuck,” Seokjin pants, cock twitching as he cums hard. Spurt after spurt hits your tongue and the back of your throat, causing you to cough as you do your best to swallow after.

Seokjin is breathing heavily by the time you pull off him, covered in cum and spit. He thinks you look beautiful.

Behind you, Yoongi has slowed his ministrations, helping you out of your panties instead.

“Such a good girl,” Seokjin praises, kissing your lips before the door opens and Hoseok walks in. He smirks at the sight.

“I hate to break this up, but Seokjin, your dance number is next.”

“Ah, duty calls,” Seokjin sighs as he pulls his pants and boxers back up, zipping and buttoning his pants. He takes a moment to button his shirt, tucking it into his jeans before rising off the couch.

“Stay with us tonight, princess,” he says with a kiss on your forehead. You nod as he waves, only pausing to ask Hoseok if he looks okay.

“You look like you just got the soul sucked out of you,” Hoseok chuckles.

Seokjin grins, carding a hand through his fading purple locks. “Because I just did.”

Seokjin blows you one last kiss, before leaving you with Hoseok and Yoongi.

“Ooh, sounds like a fun night for you,” Hoseok states with a wink, coming closer to press a kiss to your lips, tongue and all. He curses when he gets a taste, hungry for more but he’s got an audience waiting for him just a few feet away.

“Aren’t you a delight?” He says to himself, kissing you one last time and savoring your taste on his tongue as he bids you goodnight before leaving you alone with Yoongi.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Yoongi checks in, his hand stopping before you feel his wet fingers on your thigh.

“Good,” you answer, voice hoarse.

Yoongi chuckles. “You sure? We can stop, just say the word.”

“Please, don’t stop. I want you,” you say as you look at him from over your shoulder. His long black hair is parted to show his forehead and that alone has you wanting to grip it while bouncing on his dick.

Who knew this style would work so well for him? He was gorgeous all the time, sure, but there was something about this western look that really got your motor running. Yoongi knew it too.

Yoongi hums, his fingers pushing into you once again, his rings catching at your entrance. You gasp, pushing your ass into him as you lay across his lap now. He smacks your ass with his free hand and then you feel his thumb at your clit, languidly rubbing circles into it.

You know from experience that he’s content just having you like this, fucking you with his fingers and drawing you to orgasm again and again until you’re a sobbing mess. However, time is ticking and that looms over both your heads despite his languid actions.

Yoongi clicks his tongue, his hand moving off your ass to your mouth, where he presses two of his fingers to your lips. You welcome them eagerly, licking and sucking them obscenely and feeling his cock twitch underneath you. You smile to yourself, knowing that it’s you that is causing this reaction. You that he seeks for his pleasure. You that he welcomes into his bed at night, whispered sweetness exchanged in between kisses and promises of more and more each time you’re wrapped in his arms. Because to you, Yoongi is not only your best friend but the love of your life… as well as your six other “friends.” The eight of you just make sense.

“That’s a good girl,” Yoongi praises you as he slips his fingers out of your mouth. He rubs them on your clit and your body tingles.

You need more and Yoongi seems to know as he fucks you with his fingers faster, his rings catching at your entrance now and again.

His name is on your lips constantly, marred by sweet curses and gentle moans as you squirm in his lap.

“Yoongi!” You gasp, eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing your cheeks. You curse, biting your lip as your orgasm builds.

The lewd sounds of his fingers fucking your cunt nearly make you embarrassed but you’re too far gone—too close to the edge to care if anyone hears you. Yoongi groans, eyes glued to your soaking wet pussy as it drips over his fingers and he slides in and out with ease. You take his fingers so easily, so wanton that it nearly drives him insane. These are the memories that linger in his mind late at night when you aren’t there to warm his bed.

“Baby,” you gasp, thighs trembling as you orgasm, soaking him further. Damned be his pants, he thinks as he looks at the mess you’ve made of him. He’s got a second pair in his locker that he can change into before stepping back out.

“Look at you,” Yoongi muses with a grin as he places his fingers on his lips, tongue flicking against his fingertips.

“Yoongi,” you whine, suddenly embarrassed as you sit up on his lap. He chuckles easily, shaking his hair out of his eyes, and you notice his hat sitting on the armrest. You place it on his head and your fingers reach out to touch the feathers.

Yoongi looks hot in his outfit, no doubt about it. You want to keep him to yourself longer, but you know at some point he’ll have to go back to the bar and put on a show.

Yoongi’s hand caresses your cheek, his thumb tracing your lips.

“What are you thinking?” He asks curiously, cat eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Wish I could take you home,” you answer honestly, pressing a kiss to the top of his nose and his cheeks grow rosy.

“You can,” he whispers in response, his lips slotting over yours before you can think of a response. He kisses you slowly, drawing out the sweetest sounds from your lips as his hands grip your hips to hold you close.

Your fingers thread through his long hair, hoping he doesn’t cut it too soon but you know the length must be annoying him. Just the other day you’d seen him put in a ponytail, and it drove you wild.

“Not soon enough,” you say once the kiss ends and you’ve taken the hat off his head to place on yours. Yoongi smirks.

You lace your fingers with him for a moment, admiring the heavy bracelets on his wrists, and you look up at his neck, noting he’s missing the usual heavy set of chains he normally wears. Sometimes he’ll wear Hoseok’s initials around his neck, sometimes he’ll wear something of each of your friends to show he’s taken; if only the eight of you could define the relationship.

You giggle, pushing those thoughts away as he squeezes your hand. He smiles softly, his gummy grin making your heart flutter and your skin warm like the first day of summer. You’re in love, that much you know, and as your lips capture his, you know he knows it too.

“You know,” he starts, smirking like a fiend. “Wearing someone’s hat means you’re gonna fuck them.”

“Min Yoongi!” You exclaim, appalled.

He chuckles. “It’s true, doll. Kookie looked it up online earlier. We couldn’t get him to shut up about it until we mentioned our fans getting hands-y and stealing his hat before you could get a chance.”

You flush at the implication, your crush on the youngest is no secret to anyone. Nor his infatuation with you.

“I’ll have to check on him tonight,” you tease as you kiss Yoongi again, focusing your attention on him as he grabs your waist and his rings dig into your skin deliciously. You love the way he grips you so tightly, almost as if he never wants to let you go, never wants to let you slip through his fingers.

Yoongi hums, nuzzling his face into your neck, his hands moving upward to cup your breasts. Your body tingles when his lips press a soft kiss right below your ear, his breath ghosting your skin when he whispers, “focus on me.”

Your fingers thread through his hair, his hands moving his hat off your head to set it aside. He grips your hair to pull you into a kiss, holding you close to him as his hips rise from his seat to meet yours, swallowing every dulcet moan that escapes you.

Yoongi’s determined to make this moment last as long as possible, slowly caressing every inch of your body as your hands unbutton his leopard top, instructing him not to take it off. Something about the print is driving you wild, accompanied by the cocky smile on Yoongi’s lips; you could cum if he asked you to.

Eager hands meet Yoongi’s studded belt, determined to undress him from the waist down, at least enough to release his thick hard cock that you’ve been dreaming about since you saw him on the bar. Just thinking of the way he moves his hips, thrusting them in your face, with his eyes locked on yours, is enough to have your body heating with arousal.

You pause, noting the music note. “Cute.”

“It is, right?” Yoongi beams as you trace it with your finger. It takes you a moment to undo his belt, giggling when you tell him you used to wear similar ones in your youth.

He rolls his eyes playfully, his fingers tapping your cheek, “focus, baby.”

You grin, kissing him quickly before you’re tugging his pants down to his knees and straddling him once again, hand wrapped around his cock. Yoongi groans, head falling onto the couch.

You spit on your hand, using it and Yoongi’s precum to stroke him slowly. He’s so hard, so ready to fuck you open.

“Fuck, just like that, baby girl.”

You bite back a moan, watching him intently. You try to memorize his erotic expressions, tongue heavy as you realize you want to be the only one to see him like this.

Yoongi’s dark eyes meet yours, his ring-clad hand gripping your hair tightly to pull you into a heated kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, so much fucking tongue.

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” You gasp as he lifts your hips, allowing you to sink on him. The stretch is immaculate, a little uncomfortable, but you live for that slight ache right before he bottoms out. Your nails dig into his shoulders, still clad in his suit jacket. Fuck, Min Yoongi was fucking immaculate. Sin incarnate. Nobody could ever top him, ever, ever, ever.

“Baby,” he rasps, head a little cloudy when your wet walls wrap around him. He feels like he’s on Cloud 9, out of this world.

“Yoongi,” you moan in response, kissing him as he holds you to him. He wastes no time, tongue slipping past your lips as you raise your hips and sink on him once again. He curses, forehead meeting your bare shoulder as he lets you set the pace, his hands on your hips, eventually moving to grope handfuls of your ass.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock like the little slut you are,” Yoongi licks his lips, admiring the erotic expression on your face as you take his cock. You moan, hands moving to your breasts to hold them as you bounce in his lap.

Yoongi is mesmerized by you, lost in the pleasure of your body, taking all of him like you belong to him and it fogs his mind with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. He wants you, that much is true but it’s not that simple, is it? When are things simple for him?

“Yoongi, so big,” you grit in between breaths.

Yoongi bites his bottom lip, hoping you’ll think the rosiness in his cheeks is due to the heat and not him blushing at your words.

Riding Yoongi is no easy feat. Your thighs burn but you refuse to give up, already so close to your orgasm. Yoongi smirks, noting the familiar signs in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes. His lips wrap around a pert bud easily, teeth tugging gently on the sensitive nipple to make you curse.

“Cheater,” you gasp, your pace faltering as he smirks.

“Never,” he says truthfully, and your heart flutters into the night sky, combusting.

Yoongi cups your breasts, his lips pressing kisses onto both of them, leaving his mark behind as your fingers weave through his hair to hold him in place while you roll your hips against his. He sighs happily into your skin, holding your hips with a smirk as he tells you to hold on. Before you can even ask why, he’s holding you in place, hips rising off the couch as he fucks into you.

You’re left breathless, absolutely breathless, as you scramble to take hold of his leopard print shirt.

Yoongi chuckles. “Can you take this cock, baby? Hmm?”

You glare at him, going to assure him you’re more than capable when he thrusts into you again and you swallow your words as you cling to him.

“Fuck me,” you moan, trying to keep up with the ruthless pace he’s set.

“I am,” he chuckles as he fucks you harder, cock pushing in and out of you with ease. You tighten around him, eyes fluttering shut as your high approaches, so close you can almost taste it and not just because it’s then Yoongi decides to capture your lips with his.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he bounces you on his lap. “Fuck, baby.”

“Yoongi!”

“I know, love,” he says simply as his ring-clad fingers dig into your hips and his other hand moves between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles that have you seeing stars. Oh, this man was something else!

“I’m so close, baby girl. Fuck, I can feel you tightening around my fucking dick!” Yoongi exclaims, his forehead pressed to your chest, lips hungrily wrapping around a hard nipple as you moan. It’s a poor attempt to warn him of your orgasm.

“Yes, baby. Come for me,” he encourages, feeling you soak his lap as he falls back onto the couch, sweat beaded on his brow as you come undone on his cock, milking him to the point of orgasm as he shudders beneath you. His grip on your hips is lazy, his thumbs drawing circles on your dewy skin.

He pants, trying to catch his breath and gather his thoughts as you continue to milk his cock until he whines.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says as he runs a hand through his hair. Shaking his head after, he plants a wet kiss on your cheek.

“‘Til death do us part?” you smile.

Yoongi holds his pinky out for you. “‘Til death do us part.”

Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, heat flushing through you for different reasons as your throat tightens and you manage to nod, blinking away the tears that form in the corner of your eyes.

Yoongi holds you in his arms, your head on his shoulder and your chest on his, ignoring the way the buttons dig into your skin as he holds you close to him. His fingers rub circles into your skin as he tucks you in under his head, forgetting where the both of you are for a moment. He wishes he could hold you just like this forever. He has no qualms sharing you with his friends, nay his lovers, but you were his first and he’d always be your number one. He hoped you wouldn’t forget that.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmm, princess?” he looks down at you to see you already looking at him.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you, princess. You’re my number one,” he says truthfully, and you smile as you snuggle into him. He feels your warmth against his skin and for a moment longer, he savors it.

“I love you,” he repeats as he caresses your skin. You hum happily, kissing his shoulder before you’re sitting up.

“I suppose I should let you get back out there,” you state hesitantly.

Yoongi sighs heavily. He doesn’t want to leave you. That very much is obvious when he laces his fingers with yours, bringing them to his lips to kiss each of your knuckles.

“Unfortunately.” Yoongi sighs. “Or Psy will bust in here demanding me to join him for our last dance.”

“Ooh, I have to see that,” you chuckle as you climb off his lap, immediately feeling his release slide down your thigh. Yoongi throws his head back as he laughs.

“Yoongi!” you whine and he’s grabbing you by the hips to pull you to him. He leans down to grab your panties, helping you step into them.

“Go clean up in the bathroom and try to keep as much in there as possible, just in case any of these greedy fucks try to get a taste of what’s mine,” Yoongi says easily and you nod, swallowing thickly. Why were you hot with arousal again?

Yoongi must note the look in your eyes, patting you on the ass before you scurry along to do as told. He chuckles as he watches you go, getting off the couch to get his new pair of pants and get dressed. He runs a hairbrush through his hair once before he realizes he quite likes the ‘just fucked’ look.

“Ready?” you ask as you slip your dress over your head, pulling it down to fix it.

“Yo, Yoongi! Psy is looking for you!” Namjoon calls as he pops his head into the dressing room. He smiles when he sees your just fucked hair and chuckles. “Aren’t you glad it’s me? I had to stop him from barging in here when Hoseok kissed me.”

“Does everyone know what we were up to?” you ask as you walk past Yoongi but he wraps his arm around you to pull you to him. He kisses your neck and you melt in his hold.

“Oh, definitely,” Namjoon answers as Yoongi lets you go.

“Fun,” you roll your eyes, and Yoongi laughs behind you, only pausing when Namjoon pulls you to him and you go easily.

“You expect us to behave when you look this good?” Namjoon’s low voice has your heart flipping in your chest, breath ragged as you look him in the eye with your lip caught between your teeth.

“No,” you answer, and Namjoon tries to read your eyes, groaning when your hand grips his shirt, moving downward until you’re cupping his cock through his pants. “I don’t.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, babe.” Namjoon hisses, dark eyes boring into yours.

“Maybe I want to find out,” you answer, gaze set on him. Namjoon gulps, looking over your shoulder at Yoongi. You miss their silent exchange, squeezing Namjoon’s cock to make him gasp.

“But maybe you’ll be finding out soon, yeah?” Namjoon says before he’s pressing a kiss on your lips and leaving you with Yoongi.

Yoongi rolls his eyes before he’s pushing you against the shut door, his hips holding you captive as his dark eyes bore into yours.

“Careful, love. Might get more than what you’re bargaining for,” He says.

“Oh? And what if that’s what I want?”

“Then you better be ready, baby, because we don’t plan on going easy on you just because you wanna be a slut,” Yoongi breathes as his body encircles yours and your pussy pulsates at his words, his teeth tugging on your earlobe.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you goad, breathless.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yoongi responds, kissing you one last time, his hands cupping your face to hold you in place while your arms wrap around his neck. You’d never grow tired of kissing him.

“Let’s get back out there so you can ogle my cock some more,” he teases but it has you heating with humiliation, anyway.

“I wasn’t just looking at that,” you protest, admonished.

Yoongi scoffs. “You know I have eyes, right? Two beautiful ones? Not once did you look up.”

“Fine, you’re right.”

“Knew it,” Yoongi cackles as he opens the door and walks after you. “Stay close until we get to the bar, okay? I want you front row and center for this, baby girl.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Fuck, don’t start that now. I’ll have to go and fuck you over the bar and I know exhibitionism isn’t your thing.”

“It could be with you.”

Yoongi raises a brow, licking his lips. “Don’t start, brat. I’ll remember this for later.”

“Fuck,” you curse as he raises his ring-clad hand and you yearn for him to give you a proper spanking at the end of the night.

Yoongi smirks, shaking his head. You were too easy.

“See you soon, love. Wait for me at closing,” he instructs, blowing you a kiss when you get to the front of the bar, and PSY grins, enthused to do his dance routine with Yoongi.

You end up standing beside Namjoon, giggling when he stands behind you when the music starts. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but Yoongi thrusting his hips erotically while maintaining eye contact, wasn’t it.

You’re in awe as you watch him closely, unable to look away from him and he smirks when he catches you blatantly staring at him. You don’t even think you look him in the eyes once he starts thrusting in the second half of the song, too busy trying not to cream your panties.

Namjoon chuckles, “I thought you might like that.”

“Fuck,” you say as Namjoon’s hands grip your hips. You move your hips against him and watch Yoongi as his dance comes to an end. He blows a few kisses into the crowd, his eyes meeting yours before he’s stepping off the bar to join PSY in serving drinks, along with Seokjin and Taehyung.

“Am I seeing you tomorrow night?” Namjoon asks as he takes your hand in his to lead you to the table in the darkest corner of the bar, your usual spot.

“Perhaps,” you tease, and Namjoon growls as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“You don’t want to miss it, baby.”

“Is that so?” you tease and he chuckles.

“Not if you want to see me in action,” Namjoon smiles as he leans closer to you and you grab his shirt, hand roaming over his taut torso.

“I didn’t know that was allowed on the bar,” you hum and he scoffs.

“It is if you’re here,” he states seriously and you flush.

“You’re nothing but a tease, Kim Namjoon.”

“Oof, full government name,” he places his hands over his chest and you giggle.

“Quit wounding my dancers,” Hoseok says as he approaches the both of you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders in an instant. He looks at Namjoon and tilts his head in the direction of the bar.

Namjoon kisses your cheek before reminding you to come tomorrow night.

“So you’re coming tomorrow, huh?” Hoseok raises a brow.

“Are you going to ensure I do?” you ask with a crooked smile.

“When have I ever let you down?” Hoseok asks.

“Never,” you answer honestly, and he nods.

“You’re in good hands, baby girl. Though,” he pauses, looking at the bar. “I don’t know if mine will be the only hands you’re in.”

Before you can ask for clarification, he’s pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before wishing you goodnight. You’re left confused for a few moments before Yoongi is clearing the crowd, eyes focused on you.

“Yoongi,” you greet him, hopping out of your seat in an instant. He smiles warmly at your reaction, his hand taking yours before he’s pushing you into the wall behind you.

You gasp when your back meets the coolness of the surface, breath caught in your throat as you feel his lips against yours. Your hands wrap around his neck easily, moaning into the kiss as his tongue meets yours, gently suckling it while he raises your leg to wrap around his hip.

Yoongi presses his hips to yours and you moan his name when you feel how hard he is. Your make-out session continues for a few minutes, lost in the aura that is Min Yoongi, before he’s pulling away.

Yoongi rests his forehead against yours, nearly panting as his dark eyes bore into yours. He licks his lips as he cups your face. “You’re mine. You’re ours.”

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curryshesus · 6 months

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bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 months

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Jingle All the Way Collaboration

Coming your way this holiday season! Whether you've been naughty or nice, you'll have seven fics to unwrap by @kpopfanfictrash , @leahsfavefics , @kithtaehyung , @yoonia , @cybrsan and @sugaurora.

All second chance romance. All holiday themed. All attempting to utilize the same quote: "The holidays aren't so bad with you around." Come down the chimney, embrace your inner Vixen, and warm up this season with the Jingle All the Way collab!

Content Creator: all amazing banners are made by the truly spectacular @kithtaehyung!!

(Links to be added as fics are posted)

Title: The Ten Days of Ex-Mas

Author: @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; hockey player au, second chance au, oh noo there was only one bed

Summary: Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.

Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

Posting Date: December 19th, 2023

Title: All I Want for Christmas is Joon

Author: @leahsfavefics

Pairing: art historian!Namjoon x art historian!reader (f)

Rating/genre: m (18+) angst, fluff, smut, second chance au

Summary: You have had a rough year following the mutual break up with your grad school sweetheart. On a whim, you book a spontaneous trip to Europe for the holidays to help get you out of the funk you’re in and assert your independence. It would be great, if it weren’t for the fact that you keep bumping into your ex boyfriend.

Posting Date: December 21st, 2023

Title: Back to December

Author: @kithtaehyung

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; brother’s best friend au, wedding au, second chance au

Summary: Ever since you left town to pursue your dreams, life has fast forwarded into one big blur. so when you hit pause to attend your brother’s wedding exactly three years later, your brain instinctively resets and rewinds. because you have to spend it with the very person that had been there at the start. the one person you regret leaving behind.

Posting Date: TBD

Title: A Christmas Fix

Author: @yoonia

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+), secret baby au, s2l au, fake dating au on the side (more on that later)

Summary: One-night stands are supposed to be nothing more than just. It shouldn’t have involved seeing those two red lines looking back at you weeks later without a name or a contact number linking you back to your mystery man. Nothing more but his face. The unforgettable face that would sometimes appear in your dreams at night. So unforgettable that you immediately recognise him the moment he walks into your family home at Christmas, hand-in-hand with your older stepsister.

Title: Everwinter

Author: @kithtaehyung

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; ex-fwb 2 lovers au, second chance au

Summary: You told him you loved him, and that was a mistake. Because years later, you both meet up with your old friend group for a holiday trip, and neither of you have forgotten that.

Posting Date: TBD

Title: Miracle of the Season

Author: @cybrsan

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; angel au, second chance au

Summary: Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, a familiar face pops up and you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Posting Date: December 29th, 2023

Title: A Porn Star's Guide to the Holidays

Author: @sugaurora

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); smut; second chance au

Summary: Jung Hoseok was your first love, a relationship that ended only because your post-high school dreams led you down two very different paths. Yours brought you to Jeon Jungkook, an innovative talent agent promising to produce the most well-loved adult entertainment artists of the era. And that’s how you became an erotic market darling, doing just about everything from outdoor gangbangs to golden showers and a long list of kinks in between.

Ten years later and you’re ready to find a new path, celebrating your exit from the business with one last appearance at the biggest adult industry convention of the year. Only when you arrive, you find yourself unexpectedly face-to-face with your high school sweetheart. Suddenly, you’re forced to confront where the years have taken you and feelings that may have never quite gone away.

What’s a former porn star to do?

Posting Date: TBD

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borathae · 9 months

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“They’ve seen the centuries come and go, watched empires rise and fall and witnessed the creation of society as it is today. And now you have fallen into their arms, showing them once again that change never stops.”

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Hurt and Comfort, Vampire!AU, Magic!AU, Polyamory!AU

“You change universities after moving towns. Your new university is an old, ancient building with secret tunnels and whispered ghost stories. There are two fraternities, which for some reason always seem to be in a quarrel. Alpha consisting of Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin and Min Yoongi. Handsome, porcelain skinned men, who act as if they are out of another century and for some reason everyone on campus seems to be scared of. And Sanguis consisting of Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok. Men with skin just as pale and their faces just as beautiful, who always wear sunglasses when it is light outside and who never seem to open their curtains. And for some peculiar reason you always find yourself in the middle of them….”

Pairing: OT7 x f.Reader with main Taehyung x f.Reader & Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, University!AU, Vampire!AU

《 To Book One 》

“When your endless game of hide and seek with Namjoon sends your little group all over Europe, you have to fight more than just vengeful witches and bloodthirsty demons. Different morals, beliefs and mindsets bring just as much struggle to your bond as your enemies. And soon you have to accept that the world you decided to live in is darker than you initially prepared for.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader & Jungkook x f.Reader + more as the story progresses

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Vampire!AU, Magic!AU

《 To Book Two 》

“You and your lovers visit The Plains, a magical realm created for the souls of witches and warlocks and home of your dear grandmother. She welcomes you with raspberry pie and tea. You come with many stories to tell and eager hands to help on her cottage. Golden sunlight, blue moonshine and green forests await you alongside early morning snuggles and late night kisses with your lovers.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Jungkook x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook, Taehyung x Jungkook, platonic Yoongi x Taehyung

Genre: Magic!AU, Vampire!AU, Polyamory!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance, Smut, this is a spin-off meant to be read after the Duology

Progress: new chapters currently being posted each Wednesday

《 To the Spin-Off 》

#01 - What You Deserve [YG x JK]

#02 - The Piano Teacher [YG x OC]

#03 - Only For You ([YG x OC]

#04 - Mellifluous [TH x OC]

#05 - Safe Hands [YG x OC]

#06 - Rache [TH x JK]

#07 - Captured [YG x OC]

#08 - Illecebra [TH x OC]

#09 - How I Love You [YG x OC]

#10 - Stormy Nights [YG x OC]

#11 - Of Simpler Times [TH x JM]

#12 - Best Seat [YG x OC]

#13 - Deep [JK]

#14 - Painted Blue [TH x OC]

#15 - Drunk on You [YG x OC]

#16 - I Want Your Love Forever [YG x OC]

#17 - Between Friends [YG x HS]

#18 - Bed Head [JK x OC]

#19 - Don’t Tease Please [JK x OC]

#20 - Fade into You [YG x OC]

#21 - Rope Bunny [YG x OC]

#22 - Lavender Warmth [YG x OC]

#23 - The Scholar, The Princess and the Master [YG x OC x JK]

#24 - Picnics [YG x OC x JK]

#25 - Where Love Is [YG x OC]

#26 - Wake Up Call [YG x OC]

#27 - Devotion [TH x OC]

#28 - Bewitched [YG x OC]

#29 - wanna see myself inside you [JK x OC]

#30 - Princess Treatment [YG x OC]

#31 - Guilty Tears [TH x OC]

#32 - Moonlight & Campsites [YG x OC]

#33 - ILY [YG x OC]

#34 - Morning Hours [JK x OC]

#35 - Silly Fights [YG x OC]

#36 - Carefree [YG x TH]

#37 - Cozy Times [YG x OC]

#38 - Drive You Fucking Crazy [TH x OC]

#39 - FWB [HS x OC]

#40 - A Good Life [YG x OC]

#41 - Impatient [JK x TH]

#42 - Love Wins All [TH x OC]

#43 - Cozy [YG x OC]

#44 - Listen In [HS x JK x TH]

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joonberriess · 2 years

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˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ namjoon

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sugar

boyfriend au. | 10.8k words | pregnancy, fluff, porn with plot

you have a long history with your gentle giant, there's a lot more to come in the future. alternatively you're the light of namjoon's life.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ bad guy

dilf au. | 2.7k words | revenge sex, daddy kink, age-gap

getting back at your cheating (ex) boyfriend by fucking his dad, Namjoon <3

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ juicy

boyfriend au. | 1.5k words | manhandling, size difference, cunnilingus

having a size difference between you and your boyfriend, you can't help but love how big he's gotten..

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ freak

boyfriend au. | 1.8k words | degradation, creampies, unprotected sex

the boys thinking you're the sweetest thing on this earth and can do no harm. namjoon has a few words to say about that.

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ macro

college au. | 1.1k words | big dick!joon, tummy bulge, creampies

namjoon's known around campus for being "big", you wonder if you can take him.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ homie hopper (ft. jungkook & hoseok)

college au. | 6.3k words | homie hopping, hook-ups, cucking

the rumors weren’t true… or were they?

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ me and your mama

boyfriend au. | 3.6k words | soft smut, drunk sex, pregnancy

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ seokjin

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ yoongi

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ angel

boyfriend au. | 7k words | fluff, slice of life, smutty

he's yours and you are his. you didn't need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ what’s poppin

boyfriend au. | 1.7k words | chain fetish, sugar daddy!yoongi, raw sex

yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he's pimped out, his girl gotta be too.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ devil

idol au. | 1.5k words | fingering, cunnilingus, degradation

being a staff member who is corrupted by yoongi, who takes a dark interest in you.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ shinunoga e-wa

husband au. | 1.9k words | soft smut, romance, cunnilingus

four times you said I love you, + the one time yoongi says it first. alternatively: five special moments with your beloved husband.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ “baby”

idol au. | 1.3k words | car sex, corruption kink, creampie

having a “innocent” reputation, but yoongi ruins it by fucking you in the backseat of his car.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ hoseok

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ all mine

fwb au. | 6.9k words | producer!hoseok, casual sex, idol!reader

you never expected in a million years to work with the one and only jung hoseok. you also didn't expect to indulge in a series of hook-ups with the rapper, but like a good girl you obey your senior.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ nda

idol au. | 1.2k words | blowjobs, fan!reader, throat/face-fucking

being one of the "lucky" fans at lollapalooza, getting a one on one experience with hoseok.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ homie hopper (ft. jungkook & namjoon)

college au. | 6.3k words | homie hopping, hook-ups, cucking

the rumors weren’t true… or were they?

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ jimin

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ all i need

college au. | 1.7k words | bf!jimin, porn with no plot, lazy sex

it's a lazy afternoon and you're watching the sun set with your boyfriend who's between your legs..

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ want

boyfriend au. | 1.1k words | domesticity, porn with no plot, bf!jimin

forgetting all about the movie because jimin has other plans.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ taehyung

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ groupie love

idol au. | 4.8k words | hook-ups, degradation, one night stand

he was all yours for just one night, and you want to make the best of it before you go back to being just his fan.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sex talk (ft. jungkook)

fwb au. | 6.1k words | threesomes, hook-ups, fuckboy(s) taehyung & jungkook

you're seeing two hotties on the down low, getting your back blown out every other night by either one. that is until you find out they're roommates..

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ maneater

sugar daddy au. | 2.9k words | spanking, age-gap, blowjob

pissing off taehyung who is your much older, sexy, sugar daddy.

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ eat my love

boyfriend au. | 2k words | fluffy smut, spooning fuck, fingering

"fill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love,"

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ captain hook

fwb au. | 1.8k words | hook-ups, multiple orgasms, protected sex

"i like a dick with a little bit of curve, hit this pussy with an uppercut, call him Captain Hook,"

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ ecoute cherie

fiancé au. | 1.3k words | domesticity, pregnant sex, body worship

traveling to Paris with Taehyung, just enjoying your time with your fiancé and unborn child in your belly.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ throat goat

fwb au. | 1.1k words | blow jobs, porn with no plot, car hook ups

sucking the soul out of taehyung through his cock.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ jungkook

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ big ole freak

fwb au. | 2k words | toxic!jungkook, car sex, degradation

you're both exclusive only to each other. jungkook fucks the way he acts-crazy, hard. too bad you're only here for the ride.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sex talk (ft. taehyung)

fwb au. | 6.1k words | threesomes, hook-ups, fuckboy(s) taehyung & jungkook

you're seeing two hotties on the down low, getting your back blown out every other night by either one. that is until you find out they're roommates..

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ todas mueren por mi

boxer au. | 3.5k words | possessive jungkook, toxic relationship, angry sex

jungkook as a boxer and your boyfriend. he's your ride or die and you're his too. a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ 90s american superstar

highschool lovers au. | 4.7k words | fluffy, car sex, unprotected sex

a small fairytale that revolves around you and your boyfriend of many years, a journey of your ups and downs as you both enter the future together <3.

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ daddy issues

dilf au. | 2.4k words | older!jk, unplanned pregnancy, daddy kink

“take you like a drug, i taste you on my tongue,”

FLAWLESS SERIES

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ flawless

dilf au. | 3.4k words | daddy kink, unprotected sex, cunnilungus

“you’re a doll,”

02.

03.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ seven

baby daddy au. | 5.5k words | sleazy!jk, porn with plot, heavy dirty talk

"you know night after night, i'll be fuckin' you right," or: "girl hold on my baby daddy calling again."

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ pussy fairy

baby daddy au. | 2.6k words | breeding kink, fingering, shower sex

“that dick make my soul smile,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ slut me out

boyfriend au. | 1.9k words | porn no plot, cum eating, face riding

“put your ass in my face ‘til i get pink eye, fuck you anywhere, i’m that type guy,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ rodeo

dilf au. | 1.9k words | riding, daddy kink, subby!oc n dom!jk

“he love how i ride it, hop on that dick i make him get excited,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ malibu

baby daddy au. | 3.3k words | birthday sex, high sex, creampies

“she hotter than july in california, tan skin, eyes on it, stretched legs like the roads in malibu,”

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ do i wanna know

yandere au. | 19.8k words | stalking, dead dove, non-con/dub-con

“maybe i’m too busy being yours to fall for someone new. now i’ve thought it through, crawlin' back to you,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ agora hills

boyfriend au. | 1.9k words | porn w/o plot, messy sex, pussy whipped!jk

“love it when he hit and smack, too, baby lemme lick on your tattoos,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ 3D

pimp au. | 3.2k words | degradation, phone sex, masturbation

jungkook wants the real thing and not some picture or video. only thing is he’s on a business trip.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ standing next to you

baby daddy au. | 6.9k words | drunk sex, angsty, fluffy

“they can’t deny our love, they can’t divide us, we’ll survive the test of time, i promise i’ll be right here, standing next to you,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ need to know

pimp au. | 3.3k words | oc’s b day sex, pussy eating, public sex

“i just been fantasizin, and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,”

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ kerosene

cheating au. | 15k words | dead dove, obsession, blackmail

“i can live in your dreams, will you be my fantasy little baby?”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ lovin’ you

flawless au. | 3.5k words | nasty sex, anniversary vibes, baby making!

“i was made, for lovin’ you.”

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ the boy is mine

bestie au. | 6.2k words | red flags, degradation, jk’s meannnn

“i can’t wait to try him,”

JOCK!JK SERIES

𓆩♡𓆪 the much needed thread (intro)

𓆩♡𓆪 “why don’t you say so?”

𓆩♡𓆪 “i ain’t motherfucking sharing,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “eat it like i need an apron on,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “can we take this off and get naked?”

𓆩♡𓆪 “booty so big, lord have mercy,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “he a eater, he ate it for lunch,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “oh, i’m falling, forever you and i,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “it’s the way that you can ride, think i met you in another life, so break me off another time,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “you don’t have to admit you wanna play, just let me rock you till the break of day,”

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BTS fic recs: November 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they’re appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | 💜 (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Friend or Fuck by @joonsmagicshop [8K] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 A drunken night leads to a good morning.

🗨️ I really liked this 🥺 Namjoon was just so sweet, caring and gentle with OC. Really loved it 👏🏾 but why, oh why did Jungkook have to cockblock them 😂 I wanted the smut alright! The build up was so good, I was slightly frustrated with the ending 🙈 yes I’m a slut for smut okay 🙈 I’m hoping for a part two ✌🏾🙏🏾💜

⭐Emotions of the Soul 💯by @oddinary4bts [36.6K] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, childhood/teenage lovers to s2l2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

🗨️ This is another masterpiece from Ella! She is incredible at writing idol!au’s that just feels so goddamn natural and real 👏 The way Namjoon is written is just perfection and OC with her struggles, and they are goddamn human, yes – and that’s one of the beautiful parts in it!!! 😭I also reminded me of my own teenage breakup (gosh I was stupid back then, but not because of the breakup lol 😂). Anyway, please go and read it! As with everything Ella write, this is another to add to my favorites 💜

Seokjin

Nothing this month 😞

Yoongi

⭐Workaholic 💯by @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night.

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐Little bit of your Heart by @yoongiofmine [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader, jjk x f.reader // exes!au, fwb!au // 🥵

📝 You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it?

🗨️ Yes here we go a new series from Ella! ✨ Yoongi already seems so done with Jungkook and they have barely spoken 😂 looking forward to how that develops 🤭

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides 💯by @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

Hoseok

⭐Flight 18 💯by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

Jimin

⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble 💯by @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰

📝 As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

🗨️ This is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves 💯

⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] 💯by @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵

📝 Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally.

🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💯💜

⭐Flowers & Sex by @7deadlysinsfics [4.5K] // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l au, pwp // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 You’re in need of a warm body and a good fuck. who better than your friend park jimin?

🗨️ Just really cute 🥺 Hoseok (readers ex in this) is a douche though, like why did she have to go back to him ugh 🥴 but I like how the story developed and reader realized her feelings after she took her ex back. Loved Jimin and how he gave her flowers 💐 he was so fucking cute 🥺🌸

⭐Heaven with You by @acc3ssdenied [4.7K] // pjm x f.reader // friends to ??? // 🥵

📝 All good things happen after 2 am - at least, that was what you believed. Whoever thought it was a good idea for a group of twelve young adults to play drunk truth or dare obviously agreed with you.

🗨️ Oh this was some filthy smut 🥵 And that kiss with Taehyung was downright slutty – a really good pwp 🥵

⭐Have some Respect by @chim-chimmie [4.2K] // pjm x f.reader // school/college!au, teacher!jimin // 🥵

📝 Your teacher Park Jimin has had enough of you disrespecting him, so he taught you a little lesson.

🗨️ Okay, okay, I know the teacher x student dynamic is a touchy subject, and not always well executed, but hear me out, alright. This was so freaking sinful, like my soul needs to take a shower now??? 🥵

⭐Rush by @bangtanfanfiction [4K] // pjm x f.reader // idol!jimin // 🥵🥰

📝 After not seeing your boyfriend for several weeks, his latest performance definitely made something in you snap. And at a award show of all things.

🗨️ A good pwp with smut that is 🔥

⭐How Long? by @jiminniethemarshmallow [4K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 No summary!

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it’s still so fucking hot and filthy 🥵

⭐Turbulence by @yminie [9.3K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this a few years back and I’ve actually read it multiple times, it’s just so incredible 👏🏾 the smut is freaking hot, and Jimin is just 🤯 well, he’s being a sweet fluffball, but then a smexy God 🥵 like wtf! The duality is insane! One of my favorites and I’m looking forward to rereading part two ✨💜

⭐Accelerate by @yminie [8.9K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger.

🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).

Taehyung

Nothing this month 😞

Jungkook

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 [13.1K] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up so far and they are really good! It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸 It’s just getting better and better ✨ I really loved the backstory of how both Jimin and OC realized they had feelings for each other 🥺 so good and really looking forward to the next chapter 😍

⭐Sweet Obsession by @letjungcoook7 [2.5K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship, plussize!reader // 🥵🥰

📝 When a coworker starts to show interest in you, your boyfriend becomes jealous.

🗨️ Whaaaaaaaat 🥹This was so incredibly sweet and tender! As a plus-sized curvy girl, this was such a good and lovely read 💖 Another banger from Lua💜

⭐The Wedding Planners 💯by @gukyi [28K] // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 😂🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it was just a very funny and pleasant reread 💜 What I love about this is one, is definitely the slow-burn and the enemies to lovers aspect too. The banter between reader and Jungkook is just so priceless and reading how their relationship slowly unfolds and develops through the months of the wedding planning was just everything 💯 Hoseok and Yoongi’s personality in this also makes this fic truly amazing.

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2)(3) [series; completed] 💯by @ctrlsht [28.1K] // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻🥵

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨If you want my full review of it, you can find it here (it does contain spoilers though!). And I really think you shouldn’t spoil it! Just go read it if you’re into the darker stuff, because my heart was racing so damn fast! This is the best thriller yandere au I’ve read to date 💜

⭐Lost on You by @letjungcoook7 [2.1K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 You're just so obsessed with your boyfriend. you would do anything for him.

🗨️ Ehm excuse me Lua, mirror sex???? 🥵 Fucking hell that was a hot one, like I almost feel like I need to take a shower 😂 another banger from you! And the dirty talking too, aish 🥵 💖

OMG November has truly been an exceptional month! There was my 30th birthday of course, and then I received so my love for my series ‘friendcation’ that I was crying with all the beautiful words and reviews I got 😭 I am so thankful for every one of you, whether you interact with my fic recs or my own – thank you! 💜

Borahae 💜

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bad decisions | jjk - series masterlist

title credit: bad decisions - bts

pairing: bartender!jungkook x female reader | strangers-friends-lovers, fwb

synopsis

it's simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook's ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free. the issue? you've a fear of intimacy. jungkook, a fear of rejection. and you've both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions.

genre / tropes: smut, fluff, a lil angst, bartender!jk, student!jk, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers (?), fwb, deal arrangement, undefined relationship (they're just friends! just besties!!), miscommunication, idiots in love, emotional slow burn, bucket list (a.k.a. the birds) - see read more for warnings & authors note

wordcount: 450k babbbbyyyy (on-going)

soundtrack: official | reader suggestions

start date: 2022.08.06

minors dni // originally posted to wattpad

warnings: reader has a fear of emotional intimacy and uses physical intimacy as a substitute, jungkook has a deep-rooted fear of rejection. lots of drinking, lots of cursing, lots of bad decisions (every chapter includes at least (1)), jk and the oc have different styles of communication (woo miscommunication!!), a lot of past relationship trauma on both sides, jungkook is the sweetest angel baby ever, jin is kinda evil, jimin is a shit shag (and you have to experience it not once but twice!)

smut warnings: oc is a lil bratty, both switchy but jaykay definitely leads <3, fingering, oral (m & f), ass play, a looooot of titty sucking, cock warming, vaginal sex, sex toys (m & f), every position ever created, jaykay has a huge cawk <3, filming, lots of showering together, thigh riding, 69, squirting, panty sniffing (and sucking !), mutual masturbation, motel sex, endless orgasms, like, idek what else to add but there's more!! they just fuck a lot!! not my fault!! blame the birds!!

note from holly: i heard bad decisions once, ONCE, and knew i had to write about whiney jaykay and how fucking him would be a bad decision, but then it spiralled and now im 370k words deep into a fic about origami birds, glitter, and the way jungkook thinks he'll die every time he gets horny. of everything I've ever written it's hands down my favourite set of characters. jungkook is good in a way that he isn't in literally any of my other fics. i think it's my most well-received fic over on wp and it's just v v special to me. i hope u enjoy it!

BAD DECISIONS

key: smut 💖 | holly's fave ✨ | reader fave* 🪩 | bird 🕊 | club 🍇 *as per my wp stats all chapters listed below are available on wp, and will eventually be linked here too.

BD #1 - Purple Starfuckers - 3.5k

🍇 | a disco ball walks into a bar...

BD #2 - Park Jimin - 3.2k

💖 | does it count if you don't finish?

BD #3 - Coffee - 2k

message request from justjk

BD #4 - The Gym - 4.1K

just wanted an excuse to write about gym rat jk tbh

BD #5 - The Bet - 6.6k

🍇🪩 | songs that remind you of the past, blissfully unaware you're laying the foundations of your future

BD #6 - Wishing - 6k

🍇| summer goes by in a technicolour haze

BD #7 - Sex With An Ex - 6k

✨| kim seokjin looks like an angel, loves like lucifer

BD #8 - Washi Tape - 8k

enter stage left: origami birds

BD #9 - White - 6k

✨🕊 | old, leering men at waterparks are gross. jungkook is not.

BD #10 - Blonde - 3.5k

in the wise words of maisie peters, there's nothing more frightening than a woman scorned and a box of bleach

BD #11 - Perry - 5.9k

🕊 | it's totally normal to shower with your friends

BD #12 - An Agreement -7.4k

💖🕊 | jungkook has to leave the room cause he gets way too hard (in a platonic way)

BD #13 - Work of Art - 11.8k

💖 🪩🕊 | you discover mirrors. jungkook discovers tits. learning is fun!

BD #14 - New Rules - 8k

💖 🪩🕊 | jungkook's got nice hands and he knows how to use them

TO BE UPLOADED

BD #15 - Paper Planes

BD #16 - Overindulging

BD #17 - Jeon Jungkook

BD #18 - Cake

BD #19 - Send To All

BD #20 - Park Jimin... Again

BD #21 - Doing The 'Right' Thing

BD #22 - Listening To Jimin

BD #23 - Cherry Picking

BD #24 - Resolutions

BD #25 - January

BD #26 - January, Still

BD #27 - Keeping Quiet

BD #28 - Avoidance

BD #29 - 'Daddy'

BD #30 - Evaluating The Meaning of 'Home'

BD #31 - The Photo Booth

BD #32 - Question...?

BD #33 - Boundaries (Or Lack Thereof)

BD #34 - Speed Dating

BD #35 - Saying 'Please'

BD #36 - Denial

BD #37 - Faking It

BD #38 - Delaying The Inevitable

BD #39 - Rooms

BD #40 - Spinning Bottles

BD #41 - Locked Doors

BD #42 - Hitting Where It Hurts

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♯♯MASTERLIST

✱ MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. ✱

✱ all works are written by me. no reposts. ✱

✱ all works contain mature themes. ✱

✱ banner by @archivedkookie. ✱

✱ mainly yoongi & jk fics. ✱

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⇢ i tend to write bratty y/ns. if that’s not your thing, i doubt my fics will be enjoyable to you.

⇢ ♤ [ angst ] ⋆ ♧ [ fluff ] ⋆ ♡ [ smut ]

⇢ ✎ [ wip ] ⋆ ✄ [ on hold ] ⋆ ✓ [ completed ]

━━ S E R I E S ↴

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━━ O N E, T W O & T H R E E S H O T S ↴

·˚ ༘ the pink pill | knj ver (m) ✦ [ ♡, ✄ ]

↳ [ drugdealer!namjoon x fem!reader ⋆ acquaintances ⋆ pwp ⋆ one-shot ]

COMING SOON

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·˚ ༘ the end of a movie i’ve seen before | knj ✦ [ ♤, ✓ ]

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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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c0llisiion · 2 months

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⟡ MASTERLIST !

↻ Complete masterlist of all my works ᝰ.ᐟ

・:〃➜ BTS

beyond boundaries — k.th

⟢ smut, fwb au , cheating , non-idol , 2 part.

Numb to the feeling — j.jk

⟢ smut, idol au , exs2lovers , 3 part.

Need to know — j.jk

⟢ smut , older!jk , dads bsf au , slight dubcon.

Obsession — m.yg

⟢ smut , pervert!yg , panty stealing.

Favourite — m.yg

⟢ smut , office sex/au , mean dom!yg , bondage.

Attention — k.th

⟢ smut , toxic relationship , mirror sex , e2l.

Drabble #1

⟢ smut , exhibitionism , fingering.

Drabble #2

⟢ smut , seokjin + f!reader , breeding.

Sin for me — j.jk

⟢ smut , older!jk , cnc

・:〃➜ STRAY KIDS

Drabble #1

⟢ smut , lee know x bang chan x reader , threesome , filth.

Drabble #2

⟢ smut , bang chan x reader , shower sex.

Drabble #3

⟢ smut , lee know x reader , car sex.

・:〃➜ ATEEZ

Drabble #1

⟢ smut , seonghwa x reader , makeup sex.

・:〃➜ NCT

… to be written.

・:〃➜ SEVENTEEN

Drabble #1

⟢ smut , mingyu x reader , phone sex.

・:〃➜ TXT

… to be written.

・:〃➜ JUJUTSU KAISEN

“I hate you” — g.st

⟢ smut , cuckqueanery , mean!gojo , 2 part.

“I love you” — g.st

⟢ angst , smut , slight fluff , dubcon , aftercare , part 2 to “i hate you”.

・:〃➜ Others :

Eye candy — y.jw

⟢ smut , toxic , bondage.

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hisunshiine · 8 months

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—i must be favored to know ya [5/7]

Part 5 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist

🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut, 🗓️ rating: M 🗓️ wc: 5,665 🗓️ warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, again Kim Seokjin MEDDLING, drunk feelings in a good way, nudes, misinterpretation of messages, drunk feelings in a bad way, arguing, saying hurtful things explicit sexual content: making out in the club, potential exhibitionism/voyeurism, shower sex 🗓️ an: Sorry if this one is angsty y’all! We’ve been slowly building to it, and it had to come to a head at some point, right? Plus, we only have the weekend left! Hospital Vocab: 🏥 A MICU is a medical intensive care unit that deals with less critical conditions such as pneumonia, infections or other problems that require intensive monitoring but don't necessarily require emergency. 🏥 The NICU is a nursery in a hospital that provides around-the-clock care to sick or preterm babies. 🏥 Gastric refers to the unit of Gastroenterology, which cares for issues with the esophagus, stomach, small intestine, colon and rectum, pancreas, gallbladder, bile ducts and liver. 🗓️ summary: “I must be favored to know ya.” Having Jungkook in your life is so much sweeter than you ever thought. It would be great if you could just tell him, but showing him is as good as it gets for now…until you slip up and let the cat out of the bag. But it turns out, you aren’t the only one who has feelings for him, and you definitely aren’t the only one who wants to ride him. When your biggest fears come to light, knowing Jungkook the way that you do might become a thing of the past.

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“Doctor Cho to room 324, Doctor Cho to room 324.” A nurse's tired voice plays over the loudspeaker as Jungkook follows Jimin into the staff locker room at the end of their shift.

“Bro, why was today so tiring?” Jimin drops effortlessly into the chair across from his locker, as if all of his bones and joints have given out.

Jungkook reaches behind his neck to fist at his scrub top, pulling the polyester material over his head. “It was tiring because we had to change Mr. Lee’s sheets four times today. Why are we working in the MICU again?”

“Because we wanted to take time off next week after the wedding, so we picked up this shift instead of enjoying our usual Friday off,” Jimin reminds as he toes off his sneakers.

“Next time, tell me to check who I’m covering for. I forgot Sara works the gastric rounds, and while I don’t mind a little incontinence, Mr. Lee is not a small man and four times is more than a little, you know?”

Jimin nods as he finally begins to remove his own scrubs before heading to the showers in the back of the locker room with his small shower pouch in tow. Jungkook follows his lead, towel thrown over his shoulder, his own pouch in hand.

“You know what?” Jimin asks as he steps into one of the small shower stalls. “I think we should go out tonight. Octagon or CakeShop—you know they have the best music and drinks.”

“Mmm, I don’t know…I’m still covering Sara’s shift tomorrow, and if Mr. Lee is still having bowel issues,” Jungkook steps into the privacy of his own stall to step out of his boxer briefs and into the water, enjoying the heat as it envelops his body, “I might not be at my best if I go out tonight.”

“C’mon, man! We should go out because of Mr. Lee! We can invite the teachers, it’s summer break for them anyways, and the four of us always turn up on Fridays. We can invite the whole crew.”

Jungkook makes sure to scrub his hands extra before washing the rest of his body with his green Italy Towel to exfoliate his skin. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask for, man.”

The two continue their shower routine, meeting again in the locker room to change into clothes to go home in.

Jimin grabs his phone as soon as he’s dressed. Jungkook follows Jimin’s movements as he paces back and forth with the phone on speaker, dialtone echoing through the room.

“Hey, Jimin,” Taehyung answers the phone, sounding as if he just took a bite of food.

“You’re on speaker. Tae, we’re going out tonight. Octagon or CakeShop?”

There’s a pause before he answers; Jungkook assumes Taehyung is swallowing his food. “Let’s do CakeShop, it’s a bit more cozy. You’re on speaker too, Hoseok and I are grabbing a late lunch.”

“Hey, Jimin!” Hoseok’s voice filters through the mobile.

“Sounds good. Ready at 11?”

“Yeah. I’ll text Woo Shik, see if he can reserve a table. See you later, I’m eating right now.”

Taehyung’s annoyance at his meal being disturbed rings loud and clear as the phone clicks, and Jimin throws the phone into his open backpack. “Can you call your girl? Let her know we’re going at 11?”

Jungkook’s movements stutter as he rolls deodorant on, raised arm freezing in the air. “My girl?” He eyes Jimin from his peripherals, trying to read his face.

“Yeah, she’s like, your best friend. Joined at the hip all the time, sometimes I wonder whether you or Yoongi is her actual brother.”

“Oh, haha, yeah, I’ll—yeah, I’ll call her once we get out of here.”

“Cool, so let’s go, see if we can catch the hyungs before they leave.” Jimin closes his backpack, lifting it over his shoulder. Jungkook follows suit, carrying his bag by the small handle at the top instead as they leave the room.

“Hyung!” Jimin spots Seokjin as he leaves one of the rooms across from the nurses’ station. The jovial man smiles as he passes a clipboard off to the Resident shadowing him.

“Hey, you guys off for the day?” Seokjin asks as he checks his watch.

“Yeah, we’re headed out to CakeShop tonight at 11 if you and Joon want to come with?”

“I don’t think I can swing it. Joon’s covering the NICU the rest of the week, so I doubt he’ll be down to go.”

“No worries, just wanted to extend the offer.”

“I appreciate it. We’ll have fun Sunday, right? Open bar at the reception and all.”

“Definitely.” Jimin wraps an arm around Jungkook’s neck and begins to tug him down the hallway. “See ya!”

Seokjin just shakes his head, watching as the two men head out.

“What’s got Jungkook so happy?” SoHee appears at Seokjin’s elbow, holding a binder to her chest.

“Oh, he’s probably off to go see his—uh, probably hanging with one of our friends.”

“One of your friends? He must be a pretty cool guy if Jungkook is that excited to go hang out.” SoHee says, a smile on her face as she watches both men bounce happily around the corner, her eyes focused mostly on the tattooed, floppy haired one until they’re finally out of sight.

“Yeah…she’s pretty cool. They’re like best friends—spend every waking moment together when not working.” Seokjin glances at SoHee, searching for a reaction. He’s not doing it to be mean—in his mind, it’s more mean to string someone along when your heart belongs to someone else.

“Oh. I didn’t realize the person was a ‘she’. Do you, uh, think that they like each other? As more than friends?”

Seokjin makes eye contact with SoHee, trying to express more with his eyes than his response gives. “If you hope to date JK, you have some pretty fierce competition, and she isn’t afraid of using her feminine wiles.”

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The lights in CakePop glow a harsh red as the fluorescent, buzzing tubes shine across Jungkook’s face. You admire the slope of his nose, the angles of his jaw and the way his hair frames his face as he orders a round of drinks from the bar. He chose to wear jeans you’ve never seen him in before: baggy as hell with large cuts horizontally going up the back of them. With a white sleeveless tank and white, tiger-print long sleeve covering his tattoos, his look is complete with a new chain earring he’s showing off.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok dressed up as well, each one showcasing their different style but just as handsome. They sit at the table reserved for your group, chatting as their heads bob to the music. He’s busy paying for the tab when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You look over your shoulder at the man who’s sidled up close to you while your attention is elsewhere.

“No, but thank you,” you reply as loud as you can over the music without drawing too much attention to the rejection. You watch as the man’s eyes bounce from you to Jungkook as you take a step closer to him.

“Oh, this you?” he asks, understanding morphing through his pupils. You don’t know how to respond, since it’s very much so complicated, but Jungkook saves you the trouble.

“Yeah, she’s with me.” Jungkook’s arm wraps itself heavily around your waist, fingers on the meat of your hip as he tucks you into his side. He eyes the man, who is slightly taller than him, but seems to deem him as not a threat. “C’mon, babe,” he says into your ear, “our drinks are ready.”

You smile up at him, moving to grab your drink as he takes the small platter that holds the other four drinks over to the table. His hand never leaves your skin, transferring from holding your hip to holding your hand as he navigates through the dancing bodies and back to your group of friends.

“Finally! Let’s down these and get on the dance floor!” Hoseok says. As the P.E. Teacher at the school you work at, he’s really fit. You know he also works at a dance studio in the evenings and during the summer, so as far as this scene goes, Hoseok was ready to show off his moves. The others agree, so you throw your drink back before excusing yourself to the bathroom. Best to pee now, instead of breaking the seal later.

“We aren’t waiting for you!” Taehyung teases as he adjusts his thin, silky red shirt, the opening around his neck unbuttoned and angled to show off delicate collarbones and a thin gold chain, but you know that it would be easy enough to find the four of them in the crowd; eyes often gravitate to watch them when they’re together as a group. Especially with Jimin in his all-black outfit, baggy jeans and combat boots put together with a leather jacket, and Hoseok in ripped jeans, jean jacket, black tee and sunglasses? There was no way you could miss them. Jungkook might be the one you’re fucking night after night, but the rest of the guys are also great to look at. Being the only girl out with them tonight will be fun.

In the bathroom, you see a few texts from your brother, on your lock screen, but you ignore him, because it doesn’t matter. Jungkook is going home with you tonight, so there’s no need to make it weird. You know he’s only looking out for you, in the way that Yoongi does, but tonight you just want to shut your brain off for a while.

Washing your hands, you check yourself out in the mirror, loving how your jeans fit your ass and your shirt shows just the right amount of cleavage. If you’re already getting hit on so boldly at the bar, you can only imagine how the rest of the night is going to go, and your self-confidence excites you. It’s twisted, but you feel good knowing other guys are showing their interest in you, in front of Jungkook. It’s like…showing Jungkook that you’re a good catch, if others also want you. Plus, having Jungkook step in and turn them away, saying you’re with him is a huge turn-on and confidence boost for you. In a way, you feel like Yoongi’s concerns shouldn’t matter too much because Jungkook already claimed you once tonight to someone else. Do you really need to do more? Your thoughts go quiet as more women filter into the bathroom, talking loudly.

“But did you see the one in all black? He’s so hot.”

“Okay, but the one with dance moves? In ripped jeans? Even hotter.”

You laugh to yourself as you fix your hair before heading to the door.

“I’m set on the one in white. I’m taking him home if it’s the last thing I do.”

If they had been paying attention to you, they would have seen the stutter in your step and the way you almost miss the handle to the door, but as luck would have it, no one notices the almost stumble as you head back into the dark of the club.

As you expect, finding the group is easy, but pushing through the onlookers is slightly difficult, as some of the women do not want to move to let you through, thinking you’re simply another fan of the men dancing to the grooving house music. Once you find a break between bodies however, Jungkook spots you and reaches his hands out to you, pulling you through in time to the rhythm. He’s face to face with you, hips moving with each beat that thumps through the speakers as you settle into the space created by the disappointment of the gravitating spectators.

He drops one of his hands, allowing him to spin you around with the one still holding onto you after a few moments and then stepping into your space so you’re able to meld your body into his and face the other guys in the group. You wind your hips back into his pelvis and Jungkook catches every beat, hands resting on your hips as you work him. You want to see his face, see if he’s watching you or not, but when you feel his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly in response to a rather suggestive body roll, you guess you know he’s paying attention to you more than anything else.

Typically, when the songs change, you also change partners, liking to spread the wealth that is your dancing among the others, but tonight, Jungkook doesn’t let go, and you don’t try to leave him. The others don’t seem to mind, spending their time choosing random people from the crowd to dance with or weaving back and forth to get drinks from the bar. Eventually, the group of girls from the bathroom comes near, you turn to face Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m staying with you tonight, right?” you ask on tippy toes, mouth ghosting the shell of his ear tipsily to ask something you already know the answer to, but wanting to lay your claim. Your teeth nip lightly at the earlobe without the new chain earring, and you leave a soft kiss where the lobe meets his neck just so the other girl can see.

He responds in kind after a shiver races down his spine, pulling you closer as the heat from his mouth spreads lower through your body. “You better be—I’ll kidnap you if I have to.” He bites your neck playfully, causing you to squirm in his hold but he doesn’t loosen his grip on you, just apologizes for the bite with a tongue-wetted kiss that promises so much more to come when you get home. Turning back around in his hold, you watch as Taehyung looks between you and his friend, and can only smile knowingly to yourself when it dawns on him what must be going on. Now that Yoongi knows, you don’t really care if the others find out or not.

Jimin returns to the group with drinks for you and Jungkook fisted in his hands, and you thank him before drinking half of it in one gulp. “Slow down, baby, we have plans for tonight, so we shouldn’t drink too much more, okay?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and pleading when you look over your shoulder at him, and it’s almost heart-stopping how good he looks, tongue swiping his bottom lip and messing with his lip piercings. It should be illegal for him to ask for anything from you while giving you that look.

“Yeah, this is my last one,” you promise, and he smiles as he finishes the beer Jimin gave him.

“I’ll get you some water, okay? Can’t have my baby with a hangover tomorrow.”

Your mixed drinks are more potent than his beers, and it’s cute that he’s thinking of taking care of you. You feel warmth in your chest at his consideration and actions, not to mention his use of the claiming endearment leaving you all hot and bothered as he heads off the dancefloor towards the bar.

“What time are we staying ‘til?” you ask Hoseok, who eyes his watch.

“Probably not much longer, it’s almost one. Thirty minutes sound good?”

“Yeah, I think I can do another thirty to forty-five minutes.”

Hoseok nods, but his smile then turns mischievous. “You and Jungkook sharing a taxi tonight?” He takes both of your hands, swinging them as if going to draw you in to dance with him, and a part of you wants to pull away; as if you can’t dance with Hoseok because you have a boyfr—or because you have plans to fuck someone in an hour or so and it would be disrespectful. Right?

“We always share a taxi, Hobi,” you answer coyly, evading his question and not stepping closer to him, politely declining to dance.

Hoseok just grins wider, hips swaying to the beat as he steps away from you, dropping your hands. “She’s all yours,” he says over your head, and a moment later you feel the heat of Jungkook as he envelops you back into his body.

“Here, make sure to drink all of it,” Jungkook places the bottle of water into your hand as he turns you to face him, the lid already twisted off for you. His voice drops, in volume and in tone, as he adds, “Only good girls get what they want tonight.”

You have to hold yourself back from responding with a “Yes, Daddy,”—the alcohol making you much more submissive to the younger man—so you bring the bottle to your lips instead, making sure you hold his eye contact as you wrap your pout around the rim and swallow the first gulp. The water is so quenching, you close your eyes as you take subsequent swallows, a little bit leaking from the corners of your mouth to run down your cheeks, neck, and disappear between your breasts.

“Woah, careful baby, I want you wet, but this water is for drinking,” he says as he pulls the water bottle back slightly from your mouth to slow the flow down, and you’re grateful, but also now horny as your eyes take in the way he’s looking at you. “Fuck it,” he intones mostly to himself, before dipping his face down into your chest. His tongue traces the path of the water back up to your neck where he keeps his mouth to suckle at your sensitive skin.

Neither of you cares that you’re in a packed club, that people are watching, that your friends—who didn’t know until tonight that there was anything more between the two of you—are watching and are also close enough to hear the sound you let out, the cross between a whimper and a moan as you cling to Jungkook’s shirt, hands fisted near his waist wanting him closer.

“Maybe we should get those taxis now?” Hoseok says aloud, mostly to Jimin and Taehyung in an attempt to pull their eyes away from the sight in front of them. The two just nod, and Hoseok pulls out his phone and opens his app. He can’t help but look up every few seconds though, not when you’re pressing your chest into Jungkook’s as he kisses you openly, his tattooed hand grabbing at your ass as he grinds into you in time to the music.

The sounds Hoseok can hear from you between the music pounding out of the speakers have his dick jumping—as if straight out of his favorite porn flicks—but you’re Yoongi’s older sister, and apparently have been fucking the youngest in the group and Hoseok is now putting three and four together to realize the friend with benefits who he’s been fucking seven nights a week (per his text messages) is you.

The crowd surrounding their group is beginning to stare now too, and Hoseok feels mildly uncomfortable—not because you have your tongue in Jungkook’s mouth (no, the sight is quite hot)—because the women who were circling like vultures all night are staring daggers at your head. Despite you two dry-humping on beat, Hoseok can see the annoyed looks on some of the other dancers' faces, so he’s more than happy to unceremoniously pull your mobile device from your back pocket (the one without Jungkook’s hand all over it) so he can order your taxi to keep you and Jungkook from getting arrested for indecent exposure.

He hates being the person to interrupt the two of you when the taxis are about to arrive, but the shine in your eyes is full of gratitude as he leads your group outside. He suspects it’s because you were probably in need of oxygen, and a small part of him assumes it’s because you were just caught acting like a couple of young teenagers. Hoseok hands you your cell phone back as you all stand at the curb, and you smile sheepishly at Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung, as if to say ‘Surprise! It’s me!’.

Jungkook still has his arms wrapped around you, lips kissing your neck and exposed shoulder—any place his mouth can reach from his spot behind you—and when the first taxi pulls up, Jimin has to pull Taehyung along to go with him and Hoseok.

“But, can I go with them? I wanna watch some more,” Taehyung doesn’t sound like he’s joking at all, and only decides to climb into his taxi when Jungkook shoots him a glare that you can’t see.

“Be safe, text me when you all get home!” you say as they settle in the backseat. They all give you skeptical looks, knowing you’ll probably be too busy to even see the messages, but they’ll do it anyway. Your phone alerts you that your taxi is also there, so you wave as you lead a seemingly lovesick, doe-eyed, muscle bunny to another car pulling up behind the first.

Climbing into the vehicle, you’re practically sitting on Jungkook’s lap the entire ride home, where he’s quietly feeling you up the whole way to his apartment. His hand is between your thighs, pressing into you in a way that makes the seam of your jeans press against your clit. He feels the way you roll your hips as he leaves wet pecks on your neck and whispers dirty things into your ear.

“Wanna fill you up when we get home,” he murmurs, “can’t wait to feel you wrap around me.”

Your breathing is shaky, and the taxi driver asks if you’re okay as he speeds down the road.

Your back is against the cold shower wall, Jungkook’s strong arms hold your legs at the knees as he thrusts inside of you. His body pins you in place, your hands clawing at his back as you try to find purchase against his slick skin. You bounce on his hardened cock as he drills it deeper inside of you, hips rutting for friction against his pelvis, your swollen clit aching for more.

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” Jungkook’s mouth moves against your collarbones as he speaks, switching between biting and kissing from the pleasure your walls give him. The pain as he marks you only makes you wetter, makes you crave him more.

“Jungkook, feels so good,” you whine out, tangling your fingers into the wet hair curling at the nape of his neck. “Love it,” you chant out, repeating the phrase several times. “Fuck me, baby, don’t stop, love how you feel.”

Jungkook’s brain can barely handle the way you’re sending all of his senses into overdrive. The feel of you sliding up and down, so slick and warm on his cock as you tug at his hair, your words flowing through his mind, that you love it, love it, love it, so close to saying you love more than just the way he fucks you, maybe you could even love…him?

“Fuck, baby, keep saying it, don’t stop, you ride me so good, fucking love your pussy.”

“Love your cock, fuck Jungkook, love how you fuck me, need more, need you deeper.”

Jungkook lets your legs down one by one so he can turn you to face the glass of the shower, allowing both of you to feel the hot water streaming onto your bodies as he enters you from behind. Your hands lay flat on the glass as he begins to pound into you, the clapping of his thighs into your ass echoing off the walls of the bathroom, mixing with your breathy moans as he reaches that spot inside of you.

“Tell me you love it, tell me how good my cock feels, splitting your pussy open like this,” Jungkook’s voice is whiny as he begs for your praise, secretly seeking more than he asks for. When he wraps his tattooed hand around your waist, fingers dipping between your legs in search of your clit, you give everything he’s hoping to hear and more as you climax.

“Oh, fuck, right there, Jungkook, fuck, fuck, I love you, don’t stop, please don’t stop, you feel so good, Jungkook, fucking love you, you make me feel so good.”

His head—the one currently buried deep inside you—loses all senses as his other head processes your words, and he’s losing himself as he empties inside of you. Your legs shake, wanting to give out if not for his strong arms holding you up.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Jungkook whispers as he kisses the back of your head. “My perfect baby.”

Drying off, you shiver slightly as Jungkook walks out of the bathroom to grab some clothes for you both and leaves the door ajar. Your phone sits on the sink counter, a little foggy from the steam, but you can still see messages waiting for you. You click through them each one by one, not bothering to respond since it’s much later than the time they were sent, and all of the senders are probably deep in an alcohol-induced sleep. You glance at the time, noting it's now almost 2:30 AM.

You’re glad the three men made it safely, but kind of hate the way Hoseok refers to you and Jungkook as teenagers. Were your actions at the club tonight…immature? What did he mean by that? Did he think you weren’t smart enough to make sure to use protection? Jungkook’s young, but he’s not that young! Plenty of people under twenty-six have children. Would it be so bad if you and Jungkook were to become pregnant, based solely on your ages?

Then there’s Taehyung, pointing out yet again how ‘young’ Jungkook is—and why is he sending you thirst traps? You know it’s harmless, he’s just drunk and wants your attention, but it still makes you upset that he feels that your choice was wrong because of age.

Are you some old crone or hag that can’t fuck with someone younger than you? What makes this age gap so bad? You just want someone to make sense of what they’re saying to you, because the way you’re interpreting it, they think you and Jungkook are too different in age to be together. Your biggest fears come to light in the messages across your screen, from your own friends no less, just when you’re coming to terms with the one fact that should be the only one that matters: You want to be with Jungkook. You want to date him—want him to be yours, for real.

Jungkook returns with a large black shirt for you, his own lower body covered with a clean pair of red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. You pull the shirt over your head, and in the dark, you hear his phone chime with a text message.

“Who’s even up at this time?” he mutters, and you have to agree, It’s late, but you assume it’s a message from one of the guys; he probably texted them each back and one wasn’t asleep just yet. Your head and arms are pushed hurriedly through the holes, and you see Jungkook barely get a chance to glance at his phone before he’s setting it down next to yours and instead grabbing your towel to finish drying your hair.

The action is sweet, warming your heart and you know that this is the moment. It’s time to tell Jungkook exactly how you feel, regardless of the post-sex high and in spite of being still tipsy on alcohol—you’re sure what you want to say will come out how you intend. How hard can it be to tell someone you like them? But his phone chimes again and you can’t help but to glance down at it. The sight makes your blood run cold. SoHee, clearly shirtless, sending a booty call text at 2:33 AM.

To YOUR Jungkook. To the same Jungkook who you just professed your love to while taking raw backshots in his shower; the same Jungkook who just finished emptying his cum inside of you.

Your thoughts run wild; did he send nudes to her too? Did he take one when he left the bathroom to get clothes for you both? You want to scroll through the thread, see for yourself that he isn’t sending nudes to someone else, when he’s been fucking you every night, calling you his baby, his princess…No. Your eyes prick with tears at the thought, the alcohol still running through your veins making your ability to think logically about this situation a bit cloudy.

“Seriously, Jungkook? Fucking me and texting other bitches back to back? While I’m still here?” you scoff, shaking your head as you step away from him.

“What?” he glances down at his phone, seeing the screen lit up with the message from SoHee. His eyes take in the picture and the message, growing wide in fear. “No, baby, it’s not what you think—” He picks up the phone, wants to show you the truth but you don’t let him speak.

“Jungkook, do I look stupid to you? I can literally see the messages and can still feel the ache between my thighs from you. This might work on girls your age, but please, do not insult my intelligence.”

“Girls my age? What are you talking about?”

“You! I’m talking about you pulling a stunt like this!”

“Baby, c’mon. You’re just drunk, I promise you, this is nothing.”

His words only add to your ire. He’s downplaying what happened, but you know what you saw. It was right there in front of your eyes, but he’s trying to placate you and you can’t stand to feel like this. Like you can easily fall for some bullshit just because a hot, younger guy is showing interest in you. It’s exactly what people expect, right? That older women put up with shit because they’re afraid no one will want them, that they’re past their expiration date for romance.

“Don’t ‘you’re just drunk’ me! I literally just told you how I feel about you, to then see that picture and message! I honestly should’ve expected something like this from you, I chose to fuck the youngest in the group, what did I expect?” You say this last part more to yourself than to Jungkook, but he hears you just the same.

“Hold on. What are you even fucking saying right now? You chose to fuck the youngest in the group? What, would you have decided to fuck someone else, like Jin or Namjoon? Because they’re older than me?”

“They probably wouldn’t be sending nudes to other bitches at 2 AM after fucking me in their shower and inviting me to stay the night. Maybe my coworker was right about you.”

“That’s not what the fuck even happened! God, you know, you’re so stupid sometimes, I swear. I’ve always wanted you, but you’re the one acting immature, like you’re so great because you’re older than me? Age doesn’t fucking matter, our age gap isn’t even that big! But you’re acting like you know more because you’re older than me?”

“Jungkook,” you sigh out, bringing your finger to your temples, “you don’t fucking get it, you’re too young to—”

“Don’t you even finish that fucking sentence.”

“Seriously, Jungkook. You can’t possibly feel—”

“Are you actually trying to tell me how I feel!? You’re certifiably insane.” Jungkook laughs, but there is no humor in his tone. He paces out of the bathroom, fingers raking through his hair as he tries to make sense of what’s happening. “You know what? You’re the only one who has ever worried about our age difference. Because of what other people say, right? Because I’ve never said anything about it. Not negatively, at least. I’ve…” Jungkook’s voice cracks as he tries to express how he feels to you, but he’s so disappointed that he can’t look at you. “You know I’ve literally been here for you, for anything you fucking needed. My age never mattered when it benefitted you. Your coworker doesn’t know shit about me and you. But apparently her opinion matters more than hearing me out.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying—”

“Actually, I can’t deal with this right now,” he says, adding your name to the end of his sentence like a finality. He turns towards your discarded jeans and shoes. You can see him opening his phone, KakaoTaxi open on the screen. “I have to get up early for my shift, and I really think I should sleep alone tonight.”

“Jungkook, wait,” you start to speak, to try and take back what you’ve said, but for Jungkook, it’s literally and figuratively too late. He walks you back into the bathroom, passing you your jeans from where he’s picked them up off of the floor.

“Your taxi will be here in less than five minutes. Text me when you get home safely.”

Jungkook drops the phone back on the counter and disappears out of the bathroom, and you don’t bother trying to follow him. His phone lies abandoned next to yours, and you can’t help yourself. You swipe sideways to his messages and scroll up through the thread with SoHee quickly, but there’s nothing in it from Jungkook showing he’s sent nudes, barely any messages sent from him at all.

You blink away the tears that are forming, step into your jeans and grab your phone. His phone chimes from the Taxi notification, and you don’t bother to say goodbye, since you don’t see him on your way through his apartment to his front door. You linger, closing the door slowly but he never appears, and you’re hit with a sobering moment of reality of what your future could look like without him in it. The way home is quiet and lonely at this hour, the roads a sea of black, white, and grey, and you aren’t sure if Jungkook will ever color your doorstep—or your life—again.

stay tuned for “i kiss your waist and ease your mind” coming 8-?-2023!

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piedpiperslists · 2 months

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Seokjin One Shots (XXXIV)

* s - contains smut

Whipped by @syubits wc~3k / baker!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: The new intern at the bakery down the street is kinda cute.

A Prince, Pauper and Pear by @jinpire wc~3k / prince!Seokjin, fantasy au Summary: You squinted at him dubiously for a moment before dragging your gaze pointedly up the immaculate leather boots with silver trappings, form fitting trousers and delicate embroidery on the lining of the coat. The shiny bar of silver hanging from his left ear. “Uh….were you trying to hide that?”

Sweet, Inedible Things by @jinpire wc~4.6k / ft PJM, bakery au Summary: Two more tense twelve hour shifts in the bakery have passed, in which Seokjin and Jimin have taken turns snapping at each other over innocent desserts and one confused assistant baker—you—to the point that customers are starting to notice.

Glazed & Dazed by @floralseokjin s wc~30.3k / pornstar au Summary: Vanilla, that’s what you do best as one of the industry’s most loved stars. Only you want a change. Taking the plunge to taint your pure image, knowing so many fans would love to see it sullied, even if just for one movie. There’s only one man for the job in your eyes. One you’ve always admired from afar, and the only one who’s perfect enough to take your innocence in the most fitting way. Seokjin Kim. Even more famous than you; a pro, a veteran, and someone you can’t wait to give your all for. Together you will be unstoppable.

Lovesick by @jimlingss wc~4.7k / ft PJM, angst, unrequited love Summary: In a world where love is a disease…your heart skips one too many beats.

The Devil’s Advocate by @jimlingss wc~11.8k / devil au Summary: The devil is a lazy. selfish. bastard. He never shows up for work and forces you to take his place at the gates of Hell. But when he follows you on your vacation — you have an inkling of his intentions. After all, you are his advocate.

Worshipers of the Sun by @jimlingss s wc~15.5k / god au Summary: After the war, the God of Sun married the Goddess of Love to exemplify that such devastation will never occur again. But you knew his affections were untrue and fled. After a century, Seokjin goes looking for you to bring you back home.

White Sand by @liveyun wc~3.3k / angst, exes au

Down The Rabbit Hole by @oftenderweapons s wc~12.5k / divorced!Seokjin, FWB, PWP Summary: Seokjin has been meeting Fawn at The Rabbit Hole for a while now. A place of debauchery and foregone inhibitions, and yet only one rule would not budge. Will Fawn finally have a taste of the forbidden fruit?

Brat by @hamsterclaw s wc~4.9k / chaebol!Seokjin, boss au Summary: Kim Seokjin is a lot of things to you. The high school heartthrob you never got with, the fuckboi you hooked up with occasionally in college, and now the chaebol boss you didn't sign up to work for. Things he's never been? A man you can rely on.

#ksj list #seokjin oneshot

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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hit;record (m) | myg/ksj

title: hit;record pairing: fratboy!yoongi x fuckgirl!reader(f) x jock!seokjin rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; fwb/f2l? , university au summary: you’ve been losing every single bet your friends have thrown at you. tired of striking the hell out, you’re determined to win the biggest one that everyone has a stake in. what you don’t quite expect, though, is that there’s more than one person willing to help you. warnings: cursing, alcohol, house party, recording, penetrati*n, cocky yoongi, cocky jin, spanking, head/hair pulling, oral(m/f rec), 3s*me, cowgirl, all chains stay on but are we rly shocked atp, jock jin<33, sp*troasting, c*m play, tears, sl*t/wh*re mentions, jealousy??, reader is a bad b*itch, unprotected sex (y’all omfg don’t do anything these mfs do pls), double penetrati*n, denied org*sm, creampie, breast play, pain, multiple org*sms, manhandling, choking, hitting it from the back (two different waays), yoongi is blond😀, jin has muscles😀😀, spitting, spanking, dirty talk, light face/c*nt slapping, finger*ng, the ending lmfaoo i think that’s it? oh, yes, there's a tie. notes: i… just. i dunno what happened🥴 guess i just save my filthiest work for the yoonjin babes<33 have fun and don’t perceive me when you reach the other side. note 2: if you are involved in recording anything nsfw, please please be aware of how it can spread - purposefully or accidentally. everyone involved needs to consent 100% before anything ever gets recorded or photographed. that being said, all parties in this fic fully consent to recording and/or sharing of the videos. ok onwards! have fun :))) release date: september 6th, 2022, 9:07pm est mood: playlist here word count: 13.1k

Why the hell did you agree to this?

Spanning across your vision, the house party is already in full, bass-thumping, technicolor swing.

And even though you arrive with friends, everyone splits right after stepping inside—conquests on the lust-hazed horizon.

“Good luck, bitches!”

“Remember the rules!”

“Y’all better not take my man.”

Usually enthusiastic, you feel less into the hunt this time. And it’s because you may have caught feelings.

That’s not right.

More accurately, you may have started feeling a little more for someone that you had been entertaining for a few months now.

Kim Seokjin: popular jock on campus, and your favorite stamina-hoarding athlete.

After thinking he was just a godly man stare at and not someone into casual flings, you were proven very, disgustingly, beautifully wrong by the way he was ramming you into scratchy coats during New Years.

The short fling followed by his quick exit still had you feeling dizzy about it weeks later, and the culmination of your thoughts resulted in multiple quickies in places like the bathroom you’re currently passing.

It wasn’t the speedy getaways that got to you—in fact, you preferred things that way—but the way he acted. The words he said, the touches that burned your skin, the way he—

No! You spent all that time back home getting dolled up and ready to scout this party for a very specific bet that your friends and you made with each other.

Which, first off, you cannot believe you all agreed to.

But the bet was simple: record yourself.

Record yourself doing something dirty and everyone had to vote on which ones passed and which ones weren’t daring enough.

Horrible? Immensely. But you’re all stupid and single and horny as fuck, so there wasn’t much logic or evaluating involved.

Plus, there was a goddamn penalty.

And, as one that had to pay a penalty before, you were not going to lose again.

So you needed to focus. There were only three people you knew you could count on and two of them already had other plans.

Sweltered by crowd humidity and douchey cologne, you quickly dart into the kitchen to pour a shot of courage before continuing your search.

Please be here.

Surveying the rooms, you catch sight of a lot of people you know but don’t know know. Although, you spot a guy that you note as a possible backup in case your fuckbuddy fell through, muscular frame towering over the rest of the room.

Where is he? You were sure he was going to show up. It was one of the reasons why you ended up completely fine consenting to the bet—you knew you had a good chance.

A few more moments of searching pass.

Not in the cramped living room. Not in the musty foyer. Not even in the backyard with clearly-neglected grass and plants.

Fuck, is he even here?

You sulk back into the kitchen, head full of worry and dread because you sincerely thought he was going to come tonight.

Maybe he did? And got snagged by one of your friends already?

Fuck!

“You aren’t at the block party?”

Praise anything holy.

At your side, your blond knight greets you with a cocked brow. “Min! Thank fuck, I was looking for you.”

“Me?” He pushes off from his chosen wall, drink settled in a lazy hand. “Don’t you usually make the rounds first before I get a turn?”

“Like you don’t do the same,” you scoff as you take in his much more preferred cologne. “But shut up. I need you.”

“About time you skip all the bullshit.”

“It’s for a bet, dumbass.”

A lopsided smile precedes Yoongi’s response. “How do you know I’ll help you film us fucking?”

“Wait, what?” You freeze, unblinking as he shines triumph your way.

How does he possibly know about that? You literally just got here five minutes ago. “Did someone ask you already?”

“Not me.”

You’re about to ask a follow up question when you see his eyes wander to someone behind you.

“They asked him,” Yoongi laughs into his cup, not catching the way you have to compose yourself when facing your very issue walking towards you.

Fuck.

Jin’s here, too?

Goddamn it, this is going to make your request awkward as hell. Only Yoongi was supposed to be here! Not that you… Would be opposed… To company…

That would certainly—

Your name pulls you out of the very dirty gutter you popped it into, and you blink. “What?”

“Jin said you know each other already, that’s all.”

Swerving, you finally get a good look and realize that he’s dressed like the last meal you would choose to have before leaving this planet.

Decked out in sweats and a tank, Seokjin simply watches, smug as your eyes zero in on his jewelry.

And a corner of his lips twitches when you swallow.

Motherfucker.

“Umm, yes,” you manage to blurt out. “We’ve seen each other around.”

When his smile evolves into a grin, he turns his head to not direct it at you, which somehow ends up being more destructive than if he did.

How is that even possible? Are you more far gone than you thought?

“I see…” Yoongi trails off, and you notice him throwing back the last dredges of his drink before sauntering off. “Well, good luck with your bet.”

Seokjin cuts in before you can grab at your friend’s sleeve. “Bet? What bet?”

Your pest spins on his heel, walking backwards while pointing accusingly, “You already know! She’s with that girl that jumped you like two minutes ago!”

What the hell! You hiss his name in a warning, glancing at Jin and regretting doing so.

Did he just look…

Intrigued?

Butterflies come to mind.

Him promptly turning down your friend makes more sense than this look of interest. After all, he bounces pretty quickly after sex. There’s no way Seokjin wants himself and his dick to be immortalized in a shaky phone recording.

...Does he?

Keeping that thought tucked in the deep recesses of your brain, you push forward and join Yoongi at the nearest sticky counter.

“What the fuck,” you whisper to his smirk as the strong smell of alcohol invades your nostrils. “Don’t just go ratting me out!”

“I dunno, babe.” Pouring a shot for himself before filling two other solos, he sets the bottle down with a clink and hands one to you. “I might’ve just made your night.”

“What?”

He huffs a quick laugh before handing the other cup to Jin. Turning back and leaning in, he whispers something that gives you chills,

“I know you fucked already.”

You dart your eyes to his cheek. “He told you?”

“I can tell.” Yoongi laughs, earrings swaying with his shoulder bobs. “And he’s eyeing your ass as we speak. Skirt is fucking hot, by the way.”

Ignoring the reaction in your chest, you chuckle while wondering if he’ll get your statement, “Good, cus it’s all I got.”

And the slight slip of his hand on the counter lets you know he understands. “Don’t fuck with me.”

“So about that bet.”

“Fuck…”

“Just think about it, yeah?”

“Mm.”

After Yoongi offers his cup to clink with both of you, everyone quickly downs their shots, all quiet and most likely thinking about the same thing.

A bet you need to win.

But there’s more to it now. Because apparently you have options.

Do you simply go with your original plan and go upstairs with Yoongi? Knowing how cheeky he can be, some random bathroom would probably be more accurate.

Or do you pivot, suck it up, and proposition the bet to a man that already turned down a similar offer?

Fuck. This would be easier if you didn’t have to think about stupid things called feelings. Though they’re tiny in amount, the concept of liking someone outside of fucking is foreign to your brain.

And the poor thing doesn’t know what the fuck to do about it yet.

However.

If you pick Jin and he somehow agrees, you feel confident in yourself to go through with this without letting them get in the way. It should be easy to get this done without much stake in the emotions department.

Right?

Sure.

Yes.

Final answer: yes.

In any case, it’s stupid to even think all this shit when you haven’t even gotten an answer from either of them.

One more shot is in order. “Min, hit me again.”

“Same thing?”

“Whatever’s fine. I just got here so lemme catch up,” you explain before stepping over to the person you’ve been mulling over for weeks. “Speaking of, when did you get here?”

He has to lean in because the music is getting progressively louder, so much so that the bass is starting to add another pulse to your bloodstream. “We got here a bit before you.”

“We?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “We’re roommates.”

…What.

There’s no way.

“You’re fucking with me. Isn’t he in a frat?”

“Yeah. Been roommates since last year, though.”

Well damn.

Slowly swiveling your head so that your mouth is next to his ear, you succumb to his cologne and try to ignore this new info. “And you were asked before him?”

As if feeling the warmth of his skin isn’t enough, noticing his smug grin makes things a thousand times worse. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Yoongi hands you the second shot, and you thank him before throwing it back.

Feeling the predictable burn makes you wince, but your body warms while loosening just a tad. “Cus he’s… and you’re… you’re shy,” you finally respond, tongue spiced from the liquor and assumptions.

“Is that what you think?”

“Of course.”

Seokjin laughs. “I’m not shy all the time.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You sound put out, angel. Are you jealous?”

Maybe if he said ye—

No, shut up. None of that.

“You wish,” you simply quip. “Figured you’d say no to it anyway.”

“Depends.”

You blink.

Moving away a bit, you glance at Yoongi taking a lazy sip from his cup before bringing someone in for a shoulder tap.

You swear you’ve only had two shots. But that doesn’t mean you could already be mishearing things.

Turning back to Jin, you blink again. “Really. You’d say yes?”

There’s a bit of silence after, the next song booming throughout the house and in between your stares. It gives you enough time to wonder what Jin means, but not nearly enough time to prepare yourself for what he says.

Leaning in close enough that his plush as fuck lips brush your ear, he goads,

“Ask me and find out.”

Fuck.

Chills spark across your skin and around your bones as you freeze in place. When you find you can’t do anything but gulp, you try your hardest to keep breathing—in and out, in and out.

This is new. This is really fucking new and you don’t know how to react in the slightest.

You’ve been the one in control. You’ve been the initiator this whole time, the one that approaches and the one that conquers before a swift retreat. Everyone knows that, and so far it’s all worked out.

Which makes this situation…

Enticing as hell.

Masking your faltering, you offer a smirk. “Careful what you offer.”

To which he offers one of his own. “Careful what you ask.”

Truly, it’s a shame that you’ve spoken more words to each other in the last few minutes than you have ever before. All the conversations you’ve had with Seokjin have been in between gasps and moans—certainly not anything to text or call home about.

Maybe you could switch it up and let Yoongi off the hook. Looks like one of your friends snagged him in the seconds you weren’t looking anyway.

You watch as she loops one of her fingers in his long chain, unblinking as he lets her lure him down closer than necessary to talk.

Huh.

That’s jealousy you feel in your gut.

Fuck, how selfish are you tonight? Are you really getting soft for Yoongi, too? You allowed yourself that slip-up with Jin; this can’t happen a second time.

Maybe it’s because—

“Well,” Jin suddenly cuts into your thoughts, “Guess we’ll never know.”

Wait, what?

A huge presence leaves your side, causing you to dart your eyes between his retreating back and the charming smirk Yoongi’s aiming at someone else.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! If there’s one thing that can’t happen, it’s getting a No from both of them.

Cutting your loss with Yoongi, you speed past him to catch up to Seokjin, calling his name over the blaring atmosphere.

As he turns, you scoff at the smugness painted on his face, “Mister impatient over here.”

“Nice to meet you, miss indecisive.”

Well. He got you there. But he doesn’t need that satisfaction. “Maybe I’m making you wait.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re edging me?”

God.

Where the fuck has this Jin been? Why haven’t the two of you actually had a real conversation sooner? This is way too entertaining not to draw out.

“Perhaps,” you hum, leaning on the wall as you both now occupy a corner of the stuffed living room. “Is that what you want?”

Jin hums, taking a sip of his drink and looking into the crowd. When he faces you, he looks past your look of intrigue before leaning in to whisper, “Something like that.”

You’re about to question what the hell he means when you feel his lips capture the side of your neck, shooting lightning bolts to your curled toes.

“I’d rather edge you instead.”

His name leaves your mouth in a gasp, but it doesn’t stop him from leaving a hot trail up your throat, plush lips making you melt with each delicate touch.

“But…” The syllable trails off into your ear before he kisses there, too, unaware of the wetness gathering on your thighs.

You don’t get to hear his voice up close anymore. Because he straightens himself on the wall and smirks.

“Guess we’ll just keep standing here.”

“Jinnie, please,” you sigh, grabbing his bicep and melting at its firmness. You’ve reached the point of no return, it seems. Just him existing in front of you is tangling your heartstrings. “I…”

“I told you.” He downs his drink. “All you have to do is one thing.”

Something in your heart causes your hand to shoot out and grab his shoulder, and you slam his lips onto yours to keep them hostage. Tingles bubble up your spine as he presses you into the wall, sliding his tongue along your lips and sucking on your bottom plush.

Fuck.

You can do this with him if he allows it.

Grabbing his tank again, you start to pull him away when you meet nothing but resistance.

Catching yourself mid-lean, you stop and regard him with a cocked brow. “You coming?”

And Jin smothers his chuckle with a smile. “You didn’t ask, sweetheart.”

“I—”

Warm hands grip your hips from behind before you can blink, and a low tone tickles your ear,

“You ready?”

…Yoongi?

Where did he come from? Isn’t he supposed to be a little preoccupied at the moment?

Turning, you feel blond hair and soft lips ghosting over your shoulder blade, shuddering at the touch.

Combined with the lingering of Jin’s kisses, you feel elevated to another plane, caught in between two very different but equally destructive auras.

Getting yourself to speak is harder than you expect. “Me? Where’d she go?”

“Who.”

Asshole. He knows damn well who you mean.

But fuck, if that doesn’t turn you on more than it should.

Wait. Shit! This means that Yoongi’s down, and you know for a fact he’ll be fine with cameras involved.

So that means… Seokjin will have to wait.

Damn it, but you kinda don’t want that, either. Especially now that you know that he’s Yoongi’s fucking roommate. You can’t give either frustratingly attractive man bragging rights.

This choice has been the hardest you’ve ever had to make.

Well.

Hold on.

What did Jin tell you?

All you have to do is ask?

You breathe.

This will either be the best or worst decision in history.

But screw it, you’re not gonna let that stop you.

Slowly turning, you whisper in Yoongi’s ear, hoping he doesn’t hear how stupidly timid it comes out.

It doesn’t seem like he did, but maybe it’s because you’re too distracted by his slow chuckle to fully realize. “I’m not the one you need to ask, princess.”

Fuck.

Turning back to Jin, you take in his perfectly furrowed brows before gathering a sliver of courage. But if that’s all you can garner, you’ll use the hell out of it.

Inhaling, you lick your lips while pulling on his tank. As soon as he bends to lend his ear, you whisper the same question you asked Yoongi. And you hope to everything that he agrees.

“You down to share?”

Jin immediately moves away, but the look he has on his face is far from negative. If anything, you think he appears hungrier than you’ve ever seen him.

When he glances at Yoongi, you don’t see the latter’s reaction, but you can only guess it’s dirty because the smirk that carves into Jin’s face makes you quiver. Before you can blink again, you feel a hand grope your ass while another leads you forward.

“Way ahead of you, angel.”

This house is way too fucking crowded.

How the hell are you supposed to get a room to yourselves?

Disregarding that, why do you even go to these things anymore? As you’re moving up the stairway, you have to weave through multiple sweaty bodies and dodge spillage from tilted cups. Gross.

In a fleeting moment, you wish you had these two back in your apartment instead of in a random house. But having both of them at all is leading you not to care where the fuck this happens.

Even now, when you feel your ass getting shielded by an arm and your shoulder being held by a strong hand, you still don’t believe any of this is happening.

The upstairs is crowded but not as congested as the bottom floor, the three of you having room to stand in your own spacing. As you move to check for bedrooms, Yoongi peeks blond hair into a door before calling you both over.

“Hurry up,” he says, patting your ass when you pass over the threshold. “I think this is the one with a lock.”

“The only one with a lock?”

“The one with a lock that works.”

“God.”

Yoongi shuts the door with a bang, and you can hear him and Jin conversing while you observe the tiny space.

The bedroom’s nothing special. Small, dark wood floors, basic sheets and curtains. It’s painfully obvious that the one thing this occupant spends money on is tissues, if the stack of Kleenex by the bed is any indication.

Your mouth melts into a cringe.

Poor guy.

As you hope he isn’t the type that comes into pillow cases, you feel a pair of lips on the back of your neck, their warmth sending shivers down your back and into your top.

For a split second, you don’t know which one of them it could be, and that’s what finally makes you realize what’s about to happen.

And you’re trembling down to your bones with excitement.

Judging from the low purr, it’s Yoongi this time.

“Lemme taste those lips, princess,” he murmurs before caressing your jaw, lightly twisting you around to face him properly.

As Jin pulls off his tank, you feel a hot tongue slide over your plush, teasing with quick darts inside your mouth before pressing with a sliver of insistence.

He hums in intrigue before asking, “No watermelon today?”

“She definitely tasted like it.”

Ah. Yoongi was looking for your lip gloss. Cute as fuck.

You giggle while he turns, hurt evident in his voice, “Greedy bitch. I like that flavor.”

“Cry about it.”

“What a sore lo—”

Yoongi suddenly backs you into the nearest wall, his lips claiming yours again with a hint of annoyance. When you breathe mirth into your reciprocation, he retreats with a light tug on your bottom plush. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He shoves his mouth onto yours a final time, and you can’t help but laugh outright, stomach twisting into knots and curls when you can feel his spreading grin. Slinging your arms around his neck, you relish the way his erection smushes your skirt, the absence of any underwear letting you feel everything all too well.

Yoongi seems to remember this outfit choice, impatient fingers shoving the material up and finding your cunt in record time. When you buck forward, he offers a response in the form of dark glee.

“Gonna make you a pornstar, kitten,” he promises, slapping now-wet fingers against your clothed chest. “With these perfect tits.”

“Please do,” you sigh. “Tuition is kicking my ass.”

“You would talk about that shit right now.” Lip bitten, he gropes you with a warm palm. “It shouldn’t be this hot.”

“Yeah, well you shouldn’t be this hot, either,” you scoff, lightly flicking one of his chains. “But here we are.”

Where is Jin? What’s he doing?

Yoongi’s lips claim yours again, and you can’t fathom how each kiss feels like the first. Breathless, you shut your eyes and let him press you into the unforgiving wall.

When he leaves your mouth alone again, he confirms, “We doing this?”

“Mmhmm. I can’t lose another bet, Min.”

“I get that. But you good with recording?”

“Mmhmm. Are you?”

“Yeah, it’s cool.”

“What about…” You turn to finally notice Seokjin swipe something from the lone desk in the room, but again, Yoongi gently guides your face back into another toe-curling kiss.

These kisses seem…

Hmm.

Whatever. No point in putting much stock in it. This is Yoongi, for crying out loud! Not some dude groveling at your feet.

When you finish that thought, he retreats again. “We already talked about it.”

Huh? They what? “When?”

“When he got asked the first time.”

“Wait, seriously?” You stop looking at his reddened mouth to search for truth in his gaze. “You’re joking.”

Yoongi smirks while maintaining eye contact, and you quickly feel uncharacteristically shy. But he gives you reprieve when he lowers his attention to the lips he wanted to taste. “Why do you think we turned your hot ass friends down?”

“I… Was wondering about that.”

“Found him jerking off to you,” Yoongi finally divulges with an air to his words, and a hand appears next to your ear. “So I already knew. Didn’t know y’all fucked until later, but. Figured he’d be okay with this.”

When did you start playing with his chains? How did they even get looped in your fingers so fast? “Even on video?”

Jin’s chuckle is so sudden and clear that you snap your head right to him.

“I’ll be the star of the show, angel. They won’t even notice you.”

Yoongi outright laughs at him while you gape.

Assholes! Both of them! You can’t even admire Seokjin’s beautiful bare chest with your glare damn it yes you can he looks so fucking fine.

God. One of these insufferable men is already enough to handle. But both? To yourself? Apparently this is very much not good for you.

Not that you’re complaining. Your friends would tear limbs to be in the position you’re in now. If anything, you’re containing your excitement. Because you don’t know how the fuck you’re gonna act once things start playing out.

Wait a second. Playing out…

Yoongi keeps to himself, but isn’t Seokjin a star athlete? Wouldn’t something like this get him kicked off the team or some other repercussion you don’t know about?

When you voice your concern, all you get is a careless shrug.

“It’s tennis. They don’t care.”

Well then.

Shooting amusement out of your nose, you accuse, “I think you just wanna do it anyways.”

At his wink, you bring a hand up to slide down his chest, salivating at how full and firm his muscles feel. Gripping a handful of his jewelry, you tug them just a tad while lowering your lids. “You better not be all talk.”

“You know I’m not, sweetheart.”

“Mm. But really, I just wanted to be sure,” you start, releasing him from your hold. “Especially with you.”

Before Jin responds, Yoongi cuts in with furrowed brows, “What about me?”

“You’re a whore,” you laugh, grinning wider at his fake affronted look. “You’d fuck with the door open.”

Immediately, he nods with pursed lips. “Facts.”

“Actually? Mmm. You’d probably fuck me over with a lawsuit, too, so…”

“Also true.”

Your tongue pokes childishly out of your mouth before you direct attention back to Seokjin, stilling when you see him already staring.

He zeros in on your lips—prompting you to wet them with your tongue—before sliding up to your eyes and burying dark promises in each one.

“Gross.”

While Yoongi retreats to remove his jacket, it’s Jin’s turn to bring you in for a kiss. Which you happily respond to, loving the way he immediately finds a palmful of thigh to grab.

Shit, his kisses feel so perfect and full and, dare you wish, possessive. You might end up puffy-lipped for the rest of the week if he keeps nipping you between sloppy licks.

Tilting your head, you push forward with fervor, tugging a moan from his throat with your tongue.

Chuckle dark, he lets you go with a tiny pop. “Didn’t know you were so greedy.”

“I am.”

“What else should I know?”

“Uh uh,” you tut, tapping him on the chest. “Spoilers.”

“How about you tell me now.”

Oh, you fucking plan on it.

Grabbing his hand, you bite your lip before guiding it between your legs, practically purring when he discovers your dirtier secret.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers rolling over your slippery clit. “If you told me this sooner I would’ve gotten you all to myself.”

“Maybe you should’ve just done that anyw—”

“Hurry up before I get soft, lovebirds.”

“Shut up, Yoongi,” you scoff, lolling your head to challenge his bored stare. “So impatient. Think of porn or something.”

“I’ll settle for making some, tha—”

The doorknob jangling captures all of your attentions.

Guess the lock really does work. Thankfully.

Yoongi signals a head tilt to his roommate before stepping in, and Jin leaves your side before you’re pushed flush against the wall again fuck that was quick.

A knee wedges in between your legs, shoving a rough groan from your throat.

“Eyes on me, princess,” Yoongi orders, gripping your chin in rough fingers. “He’s not going anywhere.”

“Neither am I,” you goad, loving how this man isn’t changing his style even with another presence in the room. This level of handling is what you’re used to, and you don’t want him to let up in the slightest. “So fucking kiss me al—”

Yoongi’s lips smother yours before you can finish, and he sucks the last syllables right off your tongue. The change in pace resets you in the best way, and you welcome his familiar scent wrapping around you before his hands do.

Fuck, he’s a fantastic kisser, too. You probably could’ve gotten away with recording a makeout session with him and it would’ve somehow been vulgar enough.

But, as he rips himself from your lips to attack your column, you think this is the much, much better option.

“You really ready for both of us?” Yoongi nicks your ear, making you shudder before nodding in wordless reply. “Cus I don’t think you are.”

“I am,” you breathe out, throaty and with a bit of bite. “Fuck you, I’m ready.”

A hand suddenly slips between your legs, and you jolt up at the shock.

Thinking it was Yoongi that touched you, you’re surprised and delighted to see that it’s not.

“You hear that, Jin.”

“No.” The fingers gliding up your skin suddenly cup your drenched cunt with as much insistence as their owner’s command, “Speak up, angel.”

“I said fuck you,” you fling out in reply before your voice twists into a moan, pulled from your throat by the long fingers slapping your folds.

“What’d you say?”

“Fu—”

Senses blank as Yoongi’s fingers join Jin’s on your cunt, and your jaw unhinges before your breaths turn unfathomably ragged.

Holy fuck. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on.

“Careful with that mouth, princess.”

“Seems more like a brat to me.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

“As if,” you huff out through a lopsided smirk, thumping your head back onto the wall in pure bliss. They haven’t seen how much of a brat you can be. “You’re both just pussies.”

The deep reactions you get in return have you grinning to yourself in triumph, and you welcome the way Yoongi seizes your neck while Jin rips your top apart.

As buttons skitter across wood floors, you puff in pride, loving how easy it is to get these two going.

“No bra. No thong.” Yoongi expels a quick laugh before letting go of your column. “You wanna get fucked like a whore, huh.”

“Please,” you beg in a whoosh. “It’s been a long ass week.”

“You had those group presentations, right?”

“Ugh. Yeah, and they sucked.”

“Mm. Speaking of sucking.” He pats your cheek while you notice Seokjin painted with curious concern. “Get the fuck down there.”

“Y’all better be clean.”

“I am. Surprisingly,” Yoongi laughs before turning to Jin. “You tested, right?”

“Yeah, after that one girl scared the crap out of me.”

“Told you not to mess with her.”

That one girl? Interesting. “So we’re all good?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

As you drop to your knees, the wood floors merciless, you wonder if Jin’s got something on his mind.

Is he agitated? Does he think there’s something between you and Yoongi?

There isn’t. The guy just happens to talk to you more.

Seokjin can do the same if he really wanted. You yearn for him to make a move instead of hearing about other random chicks, truthfully. You’re god awful at making the first mo—

You don’t get time to think about it before you’re shoved into the front of Yoongi’s jeans. “What’re you spacing out for.”

“Sorry.” Looking up at him before you watch Jin’s expression, you smile. “I’m ready.”

“Fucking finally.”

“Min,” you chuckle as your face is smushed into his crotch again. Planting your hands on his thighs, you remind him, “Recording? Remember?”

“Oh. Yeah.” His bangs sway as he inspects your chest. “Where’s your phone? It’s not in your tits.”

You laugh at his pout before reaching behind you. “I have pockets for once.”

“Give it,” he orders when you present your device, slipping it from your fingers.

You love how you make him forget. And you love how he gets subtly coy whenever he realizes how caught up he can be.

Seokjin is quick to tease the blond further. “Camera shy?”

“Fuck off.”

“Start it then.” Jin reaches into one of his pockets, taking out… A what. “Top off, sweetheart. You’re wearing this instead.”

Oh, fuck.

Yoongi stops staring at your chest to see what Jin’s talking about. “Is that a tie?”

“Yeah. Found it on the desk.”

After you dispose of your destroyed top—which you will charge them both for—your head is slipped through the soft loop.

While Yoongi looks satisfied as hell, Jin snickers, “Looks good on her.”

Feeling the material around your neck while staring up at the two of them unlocks something in you that requires several days to process. There’s no doubt there’s already strings of lust dripping between your legs.

“Fuck, she liked that.”

“I knew she would.”

“So predictable.”

“They all are.”

God, they’re talking about you like you can’t hear them. And it’s turning you on much more than it should!

Pulse after burning pulse erupts in your core, and you reach your first breaking point of the night. Breathing taut, you unzip Yoongi’s pants before slowly slipping him out, not giving any stock to how familiar he feels in your palm.

Despite not having a round with him in a minute, you still feel confident you know your way around his dick.

But before you start, you turn and look up at Jin. “Yours, too.”

Both of them groan before Jin reacts, unzipping and taking himself out as soon as you lick Yoongi’s tip.

He immediately relies on the hand he’s planted on the wall behind you, letting out a low curse. Your phone slips in his hand, but only by a bit, and you wonder why the recording light isn’t on. Maybe you turned that feature off in your setting at some point.

You keep going, licking along his velvety length before spitting on its veiny surface. Rubbing long and slow, you finally take him in and start sucking while darting your tongue underneath his weighty head.

Fuck, Yoongi really fits you well. Maybe too well.

“Shit.” When he expels a breath above you, heat disperses onto your scalp. And it seems he feels the same sentiments. “Fuck, I missed this mouth.”

You hum around him, knowing it’ll make him crumble even more. Having his cock between your smeared lips is something you’ve been wanting ever since you spotted him, and you’d like to think he can tell just from the way you’re going at it.

What makes things even better for you? There’s another person you want to suck the soul out of, and he happens to be in the same room. Staring down at you. Groaning when you reach up and take his length in your hand.

As you pump Jin while giving Yoongi head, a realization comes to mind—a stunning one.

You’ve had a threesome before, but it didn’t have two dicks involved.

Needless to say, this is quite new.

And you’re delighted as hell.

“She’s a lot prettier down there, don’t you think?”

“I prefer her this way actually.”

Fuck, they’re doing it again! Did you always have this hidden kink? What do you even call this? That isn’t important right now because how the fuck did they know you’d love this?

But as much as you’re adoring their outright ignoring, you like talking back even more.

Taking Yoongi’s cock in your hand, you release him with a small pop before scoffing,

“And I prefer you both quiet.”

“What did she say?”

“I think she said she wants to lose this bet.”

“No, no!” You backtrack at their laughs. Their stupid, attractive laughs. “Fuck you both,” you grumble before taking Yoongi back into your mouth.

As you feel his meaty length again, you hear him expel a half-chuckle, half-groan before commenting, “You won’t if you keep talking shit.”

“I thought the same, Yoongi. She’s not even paying attention to me.”

Oh. That’s a challenge you aren’t losing, whether you’re being goaded or not.

Gripping his cock and gathering his precum, you follow through with a motion you’ve only seen in videos. Your mouth releases Yoongi’s before latching onto Jin, and you feel a strange sense of pride when both of them react in reverence.

“What the fuck.”

“Ah, shit.”

Your eyes tilt up to find both men staring with all the hunger in the world, and you wonder what you must look like. Because you don’t think you’ve ever seen guys stare like that, even while being at your nastiest.

Though, this probably takes the cake. You’ve never sucked two people off in succession before.

Satisfied, you glide over Jin’s cock over and over, swirling your tongue and stroking the rest of him with determined fingers. Deciding to switch just because you can, you take him out with another vulgar pop and swallow Yoongi again.

They’re still saying things above your bobbing head. Or just making sounds. But you don’t quite register them anymore because you’re finding a rhythm and concentrating on relaxing your mouth.

Jin caresses your head while you work, now satisfied with having both his cock and ego effectively stroked.

But you don’t expect him to tug on your tie, pulling you forward to take Yoongi in until he knocks the back of your throat holy fuck—

His smirk at your immediate gag rattles the beast in your core and, while Yoongi snickers, he coos at your pout, “Something else you wanna say, angel?”

Oh, yes you do. You wanna say a lot of things.

In the end, you keep your mouth occupied and shut, choosing to simply flick the bastard off with your free hand instead.

But you don’t expect Yoongi to react.

After a low curse, he bites out, “Don’t do that again.” When you look up past his swinging jewelry, his teeth are prominent behind a strained smirk.

“I might fall in love.”

Oh.

You roll your eyes, disguising the fleeting way your heart double skips.

“Wait. Yoongi,” Jin halts, scarily wary. When you look up, he continues after Yoongi turns.

“Are you even recording?”

You freeze.

Fucking hell, he better be!

“I thought so?”

“Lemme see the phone. Ah, I knew it! It’s not even on!”

You take Yoongi out of your mouth to gape, frustrated to hell and back to this small ass bedroom. “Are you serious!”

“Oh, fuck. Sorry.”

“Yah, I can’t believe this.”

“Boo, you whore.”

“Wait, so none of that was—damn it!”

Your sigh is quick, and you wipe your flexing jaw of any excess drool. “Just make sure it’s going next time, yeah? At least we caught it now.”

“She’s right,” Seokjin comments before taking the phone from a still-crushed Yoongi. “You’re lucky I’m here, angel.”

Smiling up at him while trying not to think about the sting in your knees, you respond, “I am, Jinnie.”

“I’ll record. Just think of that as a warm-up.” He turns on the video, and you recognize the tell-tale white light that indicates a recording.

Damn, you were correct in thinking it was strangely off earlier. Now you know why. Goddamn it, Min.

Jin lowers to smooth his fingers over your cheek before patting twice. “Get to it, baby girl.”

You look at Yoongi before asking, “You good?”

He only stares, eyes swirling with something you can’t decipher. But he fakes a pout before lying through pretty teeth, “Nah. Guess you gotta make me feel better.”

“Such a liar,” you laugh, stroking him and taking him back into your mouth right as he beams.

Fuck, you love his cocky ass grin. And you hate how he knows it makes it hard to stay upset with him.

Knowing you’re truly being recorded now, something switches. Your sucks get fuller, your strokes get deeper, your mouth somehow loosens wider and can take more in.

“Come give me some love, angel,” Jin directs, reaching to lightly pull on your tie. “Let me see you.”

Shit, you’re already so wet.

Yanking yourself off, you give him the same treatment, spitting on his head before taking it in with no rest.

“Oh, fuck.”

“There you go.”

While Yoongi is long, Jin is girthy, and you have to stretch your mouth a bit more to accommodate him. Adjusting on the spot, you feel tears start to form at the corners of your eyes when your lips start getting sore.

But the feeling of making them both puddy in your literal hands takes over—intoxicating. You’ll deal with the soreness in your mouth, your arms, your thighs. All of it, you will deal with.

Because it’s them.

Light flashes over you as you pause in rubbing Yoongi’s dick, and you flick your eyes up to see that your phone’s passed to him.

“Keep it on.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“You better becau—fuck.”

You hum a laugh around Jin’s length, knowing that cupping his balls would make him stutter. Recalling last time, you giggle thinking about the way it led to him hauling you up and throwing you back against his locker, your back sporting burns for days after that fantastic fucking session.

“Hi, baby girl,” Yoongi murmurs as you go right back to stroking him, bending and reaching down to fondle your chest. When you flinch at the touch, he hums, “Love these soft tits.”

You whimper around Jin, who folds forward and steadies himself on the wall behind your ass. Fuck, the floor is really not soft under you at all.

But Yoongi pats you roughly on the cheek before brushing tears away with a thumb. “So perfect handling us both, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You fucking love it, huh.”

You nod, eyes closing when he lightly slaps your face again.

“Thought so.”

Having your mouth full while getting pat on the cheek is something else.

But while being recorded? You’re practically purring imagining how that must look from Yoongi’s point of view.

Judging from his blown out eyes, it must look pretty damn fantastic.

“How does she feel?”

A groan. “Hot. Wet. Fuck.”

“Take more of him in, princess. I know you can.”

“More?”

When you stare at the light, it temporarily blinds you before you try to focus on the man praising you behind your phone. “Yeah, that mouth’s filthy. Get in there.”

Jin pushes in further, and you fully gag but don’t let up, hearing him groan as you keep your head bobbing. “Fuck.”

“Told you.”

You’re starting to reach euphoria, knowing you have full control no matter how cocky and smug these two are. Both of them are practically kneeling at your feet.

Ironic, given the positions you’re all taking.

You swirl around him, lifting him up to suck on his balls before tasting Yoongi on your tongue again.

“Fuck, she’s good.”

“She’s a pro.”

Your mouth feels thoroughly spent, but you keep going on primal desire alone. Saliva and lust falls down your mouth in tiny waterfalls, and there’s no doubt the tie is soaked through on your drenched chest.

When warm fingers pinch a nipple, you mewl, arching upward on instinct.

And Jin’s comment is a compliment laced with vulgarity, “All this time I’ve been calling you angel…”

You flick your eyes upward.

“Turns out I’ve been fucking a whore.”

Fuck. For them? You are, you are, you are. Goddamn, you’re so turned on it’s starting to frighten you.

Releasing Yoongi again, the pop sound you make is so distinct that you hear him throw his head back in a groan.

Without pause, you go right back to Jin. But he’s a little farther away than before, so you have to scoot over.

Which hurts like a bitch.

“Fuck,” you wince before licking along Jin’s length, the floors not allowing you to experience pure pleasure alone.

Immediately, Yoongi questions, “Knees okay?”

“Not really.”

Seokjin turns as Yoongi stops the recording. “Get her a pillow.”

“No,” you shoot out before taking him in. After you give him a full suck, you slide your fingers along his length. “I’ll ruin it.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m… So wet,” you admit, making both of them hum and groan in tandem. Gazing up at Yoongi, your tone is innocent but your words wholly sinful,

“Wanna feel it?”

Yoongi hums as he bends with furrowed brows, his throat rumbling rough when his fingers meet your cunt. “Oh, fuck.”

“Mmhmm.” You whine when you feel the friction you’ve been wanting, needily grinding on his fingers while he growls,

“Fucking nasty.”

Your pout is sickly innocent.

“Nah, this is… Hold on.”

You wince at the camera light when he starts another recording.

And it isn’t long until you feel wet fingers gather a shameful amount of slick before smearing it on your chest, rubbing around a nipple as you whine around Jin.

Holy fu—

There’s no pause before Yoongi dips his fingers right back in your cunt, languidly taking more from your folds before coating another layer on your breasts.

It’s all so erotic that you have to close your eyes just to keep sucking Jin off properly.

“Pretty bitch. Gonna look even better with our—”

“Yoongi.”

You flit your eyes open, trying hard to make out Jin’s expression.

Odd. You didn’t expect him to interject at all, so his sudden comment catches you off-guard.

Turns out you aren’t the only one, either. Yoongi stops on your skin before responding with a hum.

Is Jin getting… jealous? Or whatever you see in his eyes? Does he want Yoongi to just record and keep his filthy hands to hims—

“Stuff some in her mouth.”

What the fuck.

Yoongi’s chuckle rumbles out like dark thunder, and he bends down one more time to level his smugness and your phone with your face.

“You heard him,” he says to the device rather than you, and you can tell he’s loving how you look in the rolling video. “Open up, filthy girl.”

Whimpering, you free your lips and jerk upward when Yoongi fingers you once more. Opening wide, you have stars in your eyes when he bites his lip, and you taste the telltale flavor of yourself when he slowly swipes long fingers along your tongue.

You feel rather than see something in them break.

And your stomach somersaults because you sure as fuck break, too.

“Get her over there.”

“Yup, fuck it.”

It’s Seokjin that hauls you upward while Yoongi rips his jeans off. “Get up, angel.”

“Ow fuck,” you gasp at the sudden stretch of your legs, feeling the sting of abrupt use. “Hold on.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re okay,” you lie before a more truthful wince. “Ow.”

Yoongi reaches the bed first, yanking the comforter and sheets away from the top. It seems he stopped the video again. “Just sit her on the edge real quick,” he directs, and when you get settled, he shoves your skirt up while kneeling onto the floor, “Lie down and relax for a sec.”

“Huh?”

Relax? This is new. Yoongi’s more into the fuck and fuck off type nights—same as you. It’s why you usually pick him when you need to blow off major steam. What does he mean rel—

“Gonna teach all your pretty friends how to eat you out.”

There it is. “Fuck…”

“Uh huh. Open up for me.”

Your thighs prove ridiculously sore as you try, but you’re just thankful your knees aren’t competing with hard floorboards anymore. You grit your teeth as you keep opening up slow, and Yoongi tsks before getting up to lean over your chest.

Goddamn chains. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how they feel sliding along your skin.

“Your knees were like this that whole time?” Yoongi asks, voice low. “This floor’s hard as shit. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Why is he concerned? He can’t keep asking you stuff like this. It’s messing with your head. “Don’t worry about it, Min.”

“Yoongi, hurry up,” Jin commands from behind. “I don’t like waiting.”

“Chill out, fuck. You might learn something.”

“From you?” A laugh. “As if.”

You have no idea where this side of Jin has been hiding but you highkey love and appreciate it, relating to his low level of patience yourself.

Yoongi clicks his tongue before straightening, falling back onto his knees with a thud. You miss the concerned look in his eye before he spreads you apart with no mercy, yanking a strained groan from your throat.

His grunt is low and rough when your cunt is in full view, and he slides slow fingers up your folds. “You get so wet every time. Hey, you recording?”

Jin responds with an affirmative, and the last warning you get is the light before Yoongi dives right in.

At the first touch of his warm tongue, you thrust upward, sighing to the ceiling and beyond. Outside, you hear someone bump into the wall before laughter erupts, but all of your body’s attention is on Yoongi’s licks and swirls around your clit.

With the shine of the recording light, you suddenly feel like a performer, moving your body slower and more controlled while Yoongi fucks you with his mouth. Your sounds are smaller than usual as you try to think about which moans are best.

Loud? Soft? Why are you even thinking about this? You’re just gonna share this with friends.

Did Yoongi’s words get to you that easily? These two are making you feel like you could actually make bank like this.

Especially when Jin reaches down to grab one of your tits, caressing the flesh before rolling a finger around a hard nub. The last thing you see before closing your eyes is his dick fully out, sweats removed while you were otherwise occupied.

His voice is heavenly as you feel the light concentrate on your face, “How’s that feel, angel.”

“So… So good,” you gasp, gripping Yoongi’s light hair in shaky fingers. His sucks on your clit make the dirtiest sounds, and when he licks a long stripe along your cunt, you throw your head all the way back.

All this stimulation is absolutely making you spin off multiple axes.

A light slap to your chest resets your brain. “Mm. I don’t hear any of those sounds that I’m used to.”

That’s not Yoongi’s fau—

The menace himself darts his tongue inside to hit a spot you’ve been needing him to, and a loud moan shoots right into the ceiling.

“Take that, bitch,” Yoongi mutters, to which Jin chuckles before lying next to you.

Your eyes flutter open to bright light when you feel him grip your chin. “Mm. I just wanted to see this face.”

Drunk off lust, your body keeps rocking onto Yoongi’s tongue. When you lower your lids, Jin grips your jaw again before commanding,

“Not now. Look at me.”

Oh, fuck.

Thoroughly droopy-eyed, you obey as he watches your chest bounce with your movements. When he studies how fucked out you must look, you whimper through smushed lips, and he smirks like a demon,

“Good girl.”

His favorite term of fuckingdearment for you. And one you absolutely preen at every damn time.

Those two words alone serve as fuel for your body, and you find yourself fucking Yoongi in earnest until he chuckles between your legs,

“Wait. Jin.”

“Huh?”

You stop as well as he does, and almost sink below the bed when Yoongi explains,

“Put her mouth to use, too.”

Jin looks down your body to point out, “I’m recording.”

“Do it. She’ll love that shit.”

Your groan confirms that fact.

And that’s all Jin needs to be convinced.

As Yoongi keeps his tongue glued to your folds, Seokjin gets up and positions himself next to your head, and you salivate at the way he slaps your cheek with his cock.

“Say ahh.”

You immediately oblige, going to rub him with a hand until he swats it away.

“Ah ah. No hands this time, sweetheart.”

You hear Yoongi snicker against your cunt, and hate how he laughs even harder after feeling just how much you liked whatever the fuck just happened.

Mouth stuffed; pussy eaten; face being recor—fuck, and now Yoongi’s fingers reaching up to grope your tits.

All of it is almost too much that you feel like you teleport to the edge rather than climb. All the pressure in your center triples in size, and pulses wrack your core again and again and again.

Teeth bite one of your thighs, making you yelp around Jin’s salty length. Yanking your mouth free, you pout, “The hell!”

“You asked for this, princess.” Yoongi smacks the side of your ass. “You aren’t coming until we say so.”

“No, fuck, please,” you rasp out, thumping your head back onto sheets. “It feels too good.”

“Too bad.”

“What! No!”

“Actually,” Yoongi vacates your pussy entirely, standing before leaning over you on veiny hands. “Get on that dick you just sucked.”

Fucking hell, his mouth is drenched in your juice.

Jin stops the recording before agreeing. “Finally. Thought you’d never stop. Come up here, angel.”

Seokjin sits up against the headboard, and your legs are mush as you try to prop your body upward.

When you finally crawl towards him, he watches with pure amusement. “Get a condom, babe.”

“Don’t need one,” you respond, earning disbelief from both of them.

“You sure?”

“What’d she say?”

“No condoms,” you assure. “Not tonight.”

Yoongi audibly curses low and long, and you can hear him stroking himself while you plant hands on Jin’s shoulders.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

“Skirt off?”

“No.”

“Kinky,” you tease. “We haven’t done it like this yet, huh.”

“A damn shame.” He fondles a nipple, making you jerk with a tiny whine. “We haven’t fucked in a bed, either.”

“I can’t decide if that’s hot or just sad.”

“It can be both.”

“Hurry up.”

“Kiss my fat ass, Min.” You mount Jin before sheathing yourself on him, gasping before gnawing on your lower lip.

Holy fuck, you feel so full and you’re only halfway on.

You can’t even take all of him inside, even with Yoongi lubing you up impossibly well. “You’re so big, Jinnie...”

“Tell me more.”

Before you can respond, he thrusts up into you, smirking when your mouth only flops open while you crumple forward.

You hear Yoongi let out a laugh of condescension, and you throw a raspy “Shut up” over your shoulder before panting again.

“Show him how a slut fucks, princess.”

When Jin looks into your eyes, you’re more than happy to weakly wink. Addressing Yoongi while regarding your favorite athlete, you divulge, “Won’t be the first time.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You smile while biting your plush, waiting for Jin’s instructions if he has any. When you see the camera light illuminate the headboard in front of you, he simply encourages,

“Make me proud, angel.”

Anything to do just that.

You swirl around, lifting yourself with your thighs before slamming back down as far as you can.

But you can only go down so far. He’ll dig into your guts if you take him in all the way.

“Why so shy,” he goads, chains sparkling above angry reddened skin. “He can know how you fuck me.”

“Fuck.” You grit your teeth as he chuckles. “You’re just so damn big.”

“Your mouth didn’t seem to mind.”

Damn, he got you there.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Jin continues to coax as he slides a large hand up your thigh. “Unless you wanna do this my way.”

As much as you do, you need to be able to walk out of this house.

So you brave the rest of his length, whimpering as you focus on loosening your cunt and slipping more and more of him inside.

“That’s it, angel,” Jin grunts, gripping your hip. “Fuck, you’re sending me this video, too.”

Oh, shit. You fucking forgot you were being recorded.

Somehow, that information loosens you enough to be comfortable, and you want to make a movie that’ll convince Seokjin to not look for anything else.

Jin groans as you switch gears completely, riding him like he’s paid you a disgusting amount of money. When the muscles in his neck protrude, you can’t help but lick along their delectable lines.

If the breathy sounds in your ear aren’t enough, the groans behind your back serve as further encouragement.

And feeling thoroughly appreciated by both of them, you nip at Jin’s throat while throwing your ass back to give Yoongi even more of an erotic view.

“Fuck. Do that again, kitten.”

You do.

“Arch that back.”

Jin takes one of your nipples in his mouth as you happily obey, flipping your head back and sighing to the ceiling.

His licks and sucks spurn you to move at a sensual pace, hungry for any and all friction you can grab. His cock is splitting you apart in the best way, and you feel everything as you swivel around in circle after slow circle.

“Slap her ass, Jin.”

You moan when the man immediately does so.

And mewl when he does it even harder.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

You feel Yoongi’s curses hit your back again, and you swivel your hips around. Knowing you can do more, you glide all the way up and down his pulsing girth, even bringing your hands around to grip your asscheeks before spreading them.

There’s no telling where this you came from. Maybe it’s the way these two are making you feel, or maybe you’re just completely entranced by their charm.

Either way, you burst with lust and attraction when you hear Yoongi grit out,

“So fucking nasty.”

Right after, Jin snags your chin in his hands before bringing you to his face. “Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, sweetheart.”

You manage out a laugh, and you hate hate hate how shy it is. “Me neither,” you admit. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Well.” He kisses you rough before ripping away. “Don’t let us stop you.”

You shake your head, agreeing to keep whatever the hell this is going. “I won’t.”

“Good.”

“Lemme have her.”

Jin peeks out from behind you to scold, “Wait your turn!”

God, they really are roommates. The level of pettiness between them is hilariously childish.

And to further your point, Yoongi’s complaint makes you burst. “You took all her lip gloss, lemme have this.”

You can’t help but keep your smile intact when Seokjin softly chuckles, snuggling yourself in his creased eyes and bobbing shoulders. When he turns to you, his curve goes diagonal before patting your ass. “Go ahead, baby. Show him how you pity fuck.”

Your laugh punctures the ceiling, almost drowning out Yoongi’s drawn out, “Wow.”

But you’re already obliging, whimpering when you feel the loss of Jin’s cock. The level of need you feel should scare you as you make your shaky way over his cut waist, but it doesn’t. Maybe later, you muse as you spot Yoongi sitting on the edge of the mattress, propped up by lazy arms behind him.

When you arrive between his legs, the blond tosses your phone to Jin. “You better record this,” he drawls. “I recorded her fucking you like a pornstar.”

“You don’t trust me?” Seokjin holds up the device on a bent knee. “I like seeing her like this.”

“I’d drink to that,” he agrees, slowly chuckling when you fidget in place. “She’s so fucking good.”

“Too good.”

You fold your lips in, waiting for any instructions that Yoongi has, if any. From the looks of things, it seems like he’s just waiting for a bus instead of getting fucked, leaned back and facing Jin instead of you.

“Uhh.”

He turns to smirk your way, and you know he senses your clench around nothing. “Yes, princess?”

“Do you want me to…?”

“What?”

“You’re not moving.” You aim confusion his way, trying your damned hardest to not look at the silver around his neck. “I don’t know what you want.”

What’s his game here? You wanna fuck him into next week, but… Is there a reason why he wanted you so suddenly?

He watches you fiddle with the tie before roaming hungry, blown out eyes all the way up to your face.

“Skirt off.”

Wordlessly, you unzip, slipping it off until it falls.

“Tie, too.”

Again, you loosen the accessory, marveling at just how wet it feels before you throw it behind you.

Finally, all of you are completely naked. And you wonder what both of them are thinking, their collective silence being beaten out by the muffled music downstairs.

When Yoongi says his last request, you shiver.

“Want those tits in my face.”

“Then lie down for me.”

He follows your command immediately, but not without tugging your upper body down with him. Instantly taking one of your nipples in his mouth, he twists the other, causing you to moan and start sliding onto his cock without further coercion.

Fuck, you haven’t taken two dicks in succession this way, either. If you thought your mouth had work cut out for it, this is slightly more difficult.

“Slow down, kitten,” he whispers before taking another nipple in his mouth. “Fuck, you’re still tight after that?”

You whimper again as he tweaks the other breast, groping the flesh in a rough palm after a light slap. The buildup that you felt on Jin is coming back with more force, and you push through the discomfort purely to feel full again. You need it need it need it.

Bliss again. Fulfilled again.

Yoongi hums before sucking on a nub, and your body is so stimulated that your movements are decided for you, gasps leaving your unhinged jaw as you ride him with thrusts that fill your soul.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans into your chest—a name he’s only given you on a few occasions. You’ve noticed that he only says this when he’s completely gone, so you take this as a sign to thrust yourself onto him harder. Harder. Harder. “Shit!”

Bending down to attack his neck, you murmur into his skin, “You gonna come?”

“I want to, fuck.”

“Yeah? You wanna fill me up?”

“Fuck. You know I do.”

“Do it. If you aren’t a pussy,” you grit, yanking his ear with your teeth and loving his hisses.

This always happens with him. No matter how commanding he is, he always gives you room to do what you want. Room to make him a shuddering mess.

You love being in control. And it seems that Yoongi is the one that understands that on a deeper level than anyone else. Because, you assume, he’s the exact same.

“Fuck me, Min,” you plead, sighing in satisfaction when you feel strong arms flip your positions in a few swift movements.

“Cut the shit and say my name.”

“Yoongi,” you whimper, yelping when he thrusts into you with a long stroke.

“Louder.”

“Yoongi.” You whisper before you feel him hit a spot that activates stars. “Yoongi!”

Your body goes completely limp as he bucks into you at a stunning pace, and your yelps make Jin stroke his cock even faster.

“My god,” you hear him groan to himself, and you turn your head to see him staring at you instead of through your phone.

“Eyes on me.”

You flick your gaze upward, moans breathy as you feel his chains swing across your chest. “I’m… So close,” you stutter out, gripping his biceps on each side.

“I feel it.”

“I feel you, too.”

It’s there. Your release. It’s approaching with a vengeance from being denied once, and you know it’s going to consume you whole.

It’s here. It’s here here here—

“Sit up,” Yoongi suddenly orders before pushing himself up, vacating your cunt in the blink of an eye.

Thrown off, you’re about to yell before he grits out, “Stand up. Feet on the floor.”

Oh, fuck.

He’s gonna split you open.

“Shit.”

“Uh huh.”

Wincing, you move sore thighs from the bed, planting shaky feet on the ground when your hips are gripped.

Right before Yoongi sits back down on the bed, though, he plants a kiss on your shoulder, and the action almost resets your brain.

But he settles before slowly twisting you, so you can’t really gauge his expression—and if you need to be confused or not.

“Why this now,” you gasp as he tugs you back down onto him again. “You were about to—”

“You’re coming first.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s see it, angel,” Seokjin agrees as he slides off the bed. As you see him walk up, he’s still filming from above as he continues, “You first.”

“Oh.” Why do you feel those stupid butterflies again? Why are both of them a little strange tonight? “Oka—Min!”

The spank causes Jin to chuckle, and you turn around to pout at a Yoongi winking in amusement. “What was that for?”

“For being too good at this.”

“What.”

You feel a hand slap your breast, and you jolt at the pleasure sent to your core. You whip around to regard Jin as he tags on, “He’s right. You sure you aren’t a pro?”

“Are you even tired?”

“I’m fucking exhausted,” you exhale. “I’m just… not a quitter.”

They both laugh at different levels, and Yoongi observes, “You really don’t wanna lose this bet, huh.”

…You don’t have the heart to tell him you forgot about it.

“Something like that.”

“Get to it then, nasty girl.” Yoongi sits up fully and plants his hands on your hips. “Gimme this wet pussy.”

“I—fuck!” You fold forward as his thrusts catch you off-guard, your walls back to throbbing and pulsing around his length.

But there’s no rest because your head is suddenly yanked back.

“Look here, angel,” Jin orders with finality, and you don’t even realize your eyes are so lidded until you try to see him. “Open that mouth wide.”

When you do, both you and Yoongi groan at the way Jin spits on your tongue.

Fuck—

Stern fingers close around your throat, forcing your upper body still while Yoongi keeps his merciless pace. “Don’t swallow until I say so.”

Fucking hell.

You may as well have left the planet entirely, your body no longer yours and entirely theirs and theirs alone. Limp and drunk with lust, you float, the rhythm of your heartbeat matching the thrusts between your folds.

It’s not even you that announces that you’re close to coming. Because aside from guttural breaths, you find that you no longer know any inkling of speech. Instead, you only hear commands.

“Let them see you come, baby girl.”

“Ah ah, look right here.”

As Jin lets go of your airway, your body obeys without a second thought, as if it knows nothing else except the sounds of their voices. Thousands upon thousands of waves pull you under, tugging your eyes far into the reaches of your head. Pulses. Waves. Light. Sound. For a moment, you arrive at the gates of Heaven, waiting on stinging knees to be banished to the deepest circles of Hell.

“Holy fuck, she’s milking the shit outta me.”

“I said swallow, angel.”

You gulp, gasping out a high whine as you keep sucking Yoongi in with force, tears rolling down your sweaty cheeks and feeling shocks all over your limbs. Hot spurts fill your cunt, and you realize what’s happening a lot later than you should have.

And, slowly—in the midst of their casual exchange—you descend back down to reality on quivering legs.

“Good girl.”

“Did her eyes do that thing?”

“When they roll back? Yeah.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.”

“Holy fuck,” you rasp, leaning forward until Jin gently holds you up.

And you breathe. And breathe some more.

It’s strange, how you feel weightless and yet so, so heavy.

Above you, the words that strike you are a sharp contrast to the hand cradling your head. “Who said you were done?”

You squeak.

“Back on the bed, princess,” Yoongi confirms, spanking a cheek before slowly lifting you off of his drenched length. When you feel fingers slowly lodge hot cum back into your cunt, you whimper as he growls, “Goddamn… Keep this shit in.”

“Give me like, two seconds,” you breathe out, twisting and flopping onto your forearms when Yoongi moves.

Holy shit, you’ll need a miracle to get to your second finish. You don’t even know if your brain is working anymore, relying solely on your body to take over.

Mercifully, you hear the doorknob jiggle again. Which means one of them has to scare off yet another horny couple.

Seems like it’s Seokjin again. You hear Yoongi right beside your head, assuming he’s on the ground and leaning on the edge of the mattress. “You tapping out?”

“No,” you quickly deny, exhaling before breathing in again. “Wanna come for both of you.”

You bury your face into scratchy sheets before giving yourself a few more breaths, faintly hearing a conversation happen at the doorway. When you’re more ready, you lift tired, smeared eyes to see Yoongi staring at you with pride.

“Fucking incredible.”

Don’t say that.

“Please,” you brush him off. “I… I know that.”

He grins, blond hair plastered to his forehead in bunches. When he flicks his gaze above your spent bones, he watches for a second before looking back at you. “You really okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’ve done this before, right?”

“Only once. You?”

“Once or twice,” he clearly undersells.

“I like it.”

Yoongi offers the smallest smile, reaching to brush a thumb over your cheek. “I can see that.”

Why is he so different tonight? Does he think you need this level of affection right now? Have you really gotten soft for him or is this the bliss tampering with your feelings? You bite your lip to keep from grinning, flinching when he lightly slaps you before gripping your chin in his wet fingers.

“Such a pretty whore.”

Yes. This is better. Stay out of that touchy territory. “So are you.”

“Thanks.”

Seokjin’s hand comes down on your ass in a playful spank, and you launch forward from the shock of it alone. “Jin, what the fuck!”

“Ah, you are alive.”

Oh, you are going to fight both of them. For several rounds. “You could’ve just as—”

Another spank to your other cheek tugs out a moan, and Jin quips as Yoongi chuckles, “This is much more fun. You okay now, sweetheart?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Now I’m hurt.”

Laughing, you roll over exhausted muscles and spread your legs just a bit. “I’ll make it better.”

Thoroughly satisfied, Jin positions himself above you, another set of jewelry swaying over your chest. “In that case,” he puffs against your face before sitting on his haunches, tugging your sore as fuck thighs above his taut muscles. “I’m heartbroken.”

You can only whimper as he slaps your filled cunt with his cock before pushing inside, and you wince while accommodating him as best as you can.

“Breathe, angel.”

“Sorry,” you gasp. “So fucking full.”

“You take it so well. Just relax.”

“Mmhmm.”

Once pleasure leaks into your cunt instead, you feel unbelievable. You would’ve thought the opposite after taking in Yoongi so roughly, but Seokjin is rubbing against all the right places and shocking you back to life.

Holy shit, he feels good. Too too good. His cock keeps hitting a spot that springs stars to your eyes, and you can’t decide whether to watch him or slam your eyelids tight from too much pleasure.

When you pick the first option, you regret it immediately, groaning at his gold hitting his taut chest with every fast stroke. His eyes are completely entranced by your pussy getting reamed, and you can only assume how filthy it must look from his angle. How terribly, wonderfully filthy.

“I knew it would miss me,” he slowly chuckles. “It knew who to wait for.”

“Annoying,” Yoongi mutters, and you loll your head sideways to send the disgruntled cameraman a grin.

As your body rocks with Jin’s thrusts, your curve devolves into a lip bite, and you suddenly wonder how fucked out you must look in the recording. Frankly, you can’t wait to see the movies. You might get yourself off to them more times than you will ever admit.

“Look at me.”

You furrow your brows at the camera lens. “I am.”

“At me.”

What?

…Does Yoongi mean himself?

Warily obliging, you lock eyes with him as he keeps holding your phone.

And you almost regret it. Because why the hell is he looking at you like that?

It’s making your chest cave in. Your heart is starting to expand in two different directions. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Destroy the moment.

Panting and arching upward when Jin palms one of your nipples, you gasp, “Lemme suck you off.”

Yoongi snags the bait. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

“If you’re gonna do that,” Jin interjects, yanking himself out of your wet core with a squelch. “Hands and knees, angel.”

Fuck. The moment you’ve anticipated the most is just in reach.

You may actually hit your second wave, and it might be even stronger than the first. It damn well might take you out completely.

As you force yourself over and up on all fours, you feel the bed dip as Yoongi gets in front of fuck Seokjin is wasting no time in sheathing himself again. Shit, he feels divine from this position, his balls tapping your clit and making your dirty soul sing.

And though you can’t see Yoongi through shut eyes, you can certainly smell him. The scent is heady, offensively, distinctly sexual.

Goddamn, all of you made this room filthy as fuck.

Finally, you peel your eyes open to see him stroking himself, instinctively leaning forward to lick the salty bead of liquid at his tip. When he hums, you realize with heated cheeks what the mixed flavor on your tongue is supposed to be.

Because of all the things you’ve done tonight, that is the one that makes you embarrassed.

Another lick.

“Fuck...”

You’re about to be completely filled, and the thought alone coaxes drool from your mouth and onto some poor guy’s sheets. Giggling and virtually high off lust, you wrap fingers around Yoongi to offer some slick strokes of your own, taking him and moaning around his ridges.

“Get her ass, Jin.”

Seokjin’s thrusts suddenly go deep and fast as he grips your hips with strength, and your abrupt screams are completely muffled by Yoongi’s cock. As you’re launched forward, you take more of him in, and your mind utterly and completely blanks.

You’ve never felt so euphoric. So gone. So separated from earth and existence entirely.

Being filled to the brim is doing things to you that you never thought possible. Connection to one person is already fulfilling to you. But two? Having two people ravishing you like you’re their last thread to reality makes your head spin until it never stops.

You’re close. Fuck, you’re so fucking close already and you know that Jin can feel it. Hands grip your hips impossibly hard before he stutters out,

“Fuck, angel, you—fuck!”

Yoongi catches on immediately, his voice gravelly and volcanic as he speaks, “Gonna come one more time?”

You can only offer a hum around him, causing him to groan before commanding quick, “Then look here, kitten. Uh uh, at me.”

As you gaze up, you see the light of the camera shining on your face, still wondering how the fuck being recorded turns you on tenfold.

It’s enough to fling you off the ledge completely.

Everything crashes and crumbles down as you milk Jin impossibly hard, and you yell when Yoongi shoves into your loosened mouth as far as he can. When you take him all in, his lustful breath pours over you in a wave, matching the ones battering you against your own merciless shore.

Pulse after pulse wracks your body as you shudder around the two of them, and you feel all your hands and legs giving out. Jin’s cum squirts into you, again and again, and you’ve never felt so dirty and beautiful in your goddamned life.

When Yoongi rips himself from your mouth, you grasp for all the air in the world as you sink into the sheets, and Jin slides out of you with a groan.

Holy shit, you are full down there.

You crumple onto the mattress, labored breaths mixing with theirs as they both follow you in seconds.

Yoongi’s pants are shallow as you watch sweat drip from his bangs, and you can feel Jin’s hot puffs on your back.

And no words are spoken for seconds. And seconds.

And seconds.

It’s Jin that swallows before rasping out first, “You okay?”

You exhale before gulping in more air. “Mmhmm.”

“Neither of y’all… better pass out,” Yoongi pants. “I need you… to carry me out when I do.”

Lazily, you swat his slick arm. “I’m leaving you if that happens.”

“Same. I got a tourney tomorrow.”

Huh? Jin has a whole ass tournament and decided to do this? “Wait, really?”

“Yoongi has a lab in six hours, too.”

“Dude.”

“What?” Why did they both decide to do this with you? They clearly shouldn’t have. “Why did you both…”

“Don’t worry about us, angel.”

“We couldn’t let you lose.”

“Thanks…” You gnaw on your lip, shyly adding on something you’ve been thinking about ever since getting into this godforsaken room with them, “But don’t get mad if I don’t end up showing them.”

“Huh?”

“What.”

“I think… I think they’ll legitimately hate me if I do,” you explain, expecting the reactions that you got from both sprawled out men. “They wanna fuck y’all so bad.”

“Of course they do.”

“I fucked one of them, but. It was mid.”

“Well goddamn,” you laugh, raspy and pitied. Damn, your entire body—inside and out—is gonna be sore for days. “Don’t tell me which one.”

“Do whatever you want with the videos,” Jin cuts in before gently stroking your back. “But I want them.”

“Fuckin’ same.”

Both of them want the recordings? You heard Seokjin say he wants one, but Yoongi, too?

Interesting. Even more interesting that you feel like you can trust both of them to respect what you want.

“Okay,” you sigh. “But don’t share them just yet.”

“Are you kidding? I’m shy.”

You pretend to elbow a chuckling Jin when Yoongi comments,

“They’ll just have to believe us when we say it happened.”

Very, very interesting.

“Deal,” you agree, hissing when moving your leg a mere millimeter makes you wince. “Fuck, I can’t even move. I dunno how I’m getting home.”

“I drove,” Seokjin notes as Yoongi runs a hand along your arm. “We can take you.”

“K.”

The blond manages to lift his head to launch a comment over your body, “Damn, we should’ve just done this at our place.”

And as you feel soft fingers caress your back again, Seokjin responds with something that shocks and excites you all the same,

“Next time.”

Spent. Exhausted. Completely satisfied and fulfilled.

These are dangerous positions to be in when you’re grappling with a myriad of feelings. If you could go back in time, you’d laugh at yourself for thinking this could be done without entertaining emotions. Scoff at how cocky you were just to think that it was possible.

But… you’d also simply watch past you from afar. Watch with a knowing gaze how you came into this house with a lot less to think about, but also a little less direction.

Later, you’ll have quite a few things to sort out. For now, you allow yourself to admit a couple truths.

Like the fact that you’ll lose this stupid bet.

And the fact that you might like both of the people that helped you.

“Exactly,” you hum through a smile. “Next time.”

Jiminnn [3:09am]: fuck

Jiminnn [3:09am]: hobi and i just heard from yoongi

Jiminnn [3:10am]: if you’re ever down for another round

Jiminnn [3:10am]: let us know

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