Smut (do i even know how to write anything else??)
a/n: this is not nearly as good as i wish it was dedicated to @sarangtaee
âHappy birthday to me, bitches!â you yell out, and your friends all cheer as you throw down a shot, the first of many rounds for the night. You and your group of closest friends had gotten together at your favorite club, reserving a private room and ordering endless rounds of drinks. Youâre prepared for a night of drinks and dancing, the booming music of the club humming all around and coursing through your body. Itâs slightly muted by the walls of the private room but youâre no less excited, ready to throw yourself into the sea of grinding bodies on the floor below.
Youâre just about to head out when your closest friend (and high-key girl crush), Hyejin, hauls herself onto the table, careful to step around the empty shot glasses, demanding the roomâs undivided attention.
âAlright, alright, settle down ladies! I know weâre all ready to get down there and dance the night away but first,â Hyejin points her glass at you, her smile fond but her gaze full of mischief, âto my bestest friend in the whole world, Y/N! Earlier I told you I had a very special birthday present for you. It is now time for me to give it to you.â She then gestures her glass towards the door, as just then there are three short, loud knocks. âHappy birthday girlie. Go wild.â She winks before hopping from the table, and you find your gaze glued to the doorway as one of your other friends opens it up to let in seven of the most gorgeous men youâve ever seen in your life.
Youâre vaguely aware of a couple of them already being dragged away by your friends (one of them looks barely legal, but you notice the way his muscles bulge underneath his t-shirt and wonder if maybe the bunny teeth are a bit misleading), but you have eyes for the last two to walk into the door, their presence enough to distract you from the five other painfully beautiful men.
The first thing you notice is that theyâre both quite tall, their legs seeming to go on for miles, lithe muscle shifting in their skin-tight pants. Broad chests lead up to broad shoulders and necks that beg to be littered with bights and bruises. The taller of the two is wearing a simple tight-fitted long-sleeved V-neck, while the younger sports a striped button up with the top couple of buttons left undone. You finally tear your eyes away from their bodies to find two sets of intense eyes looking back at you. You nervously gulp as their long legs quickly cross the short distance before you, and suddenly youâre surrounded by them, their eyes shamelessly roaming your body, as their hands lightly circle your waist and hips.
âYou must be the birthday girl. Y/N, right?â The taller of the two speaks first, the slight growl in his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You look into his eyes only to meet his predatory gaze eyeing you hungrily, almost as if he wants to devour you, and you find that your mouth has gone dry while your panties have become oh so wet.
âY-yes, sir.â You donât know whatâs come over you to have become so meek. You wonder if maybe itâs the unspoken commands you can only imagine coming from his lips. Maybe itâs the way his hands are tracing your waist almost possessively. Whatever it is has you feeling the urge to obey. You just want more of his voice, more of his hands, more of him, and goddamnit you want to know what those plump lips would feel like on yours.
âMy name is Namjoon, and this is Taehyung.â You look over your shoulder at the shorter of the two, a cocky lopsided grin gracing his features before he blows you a kiss. âHello, beautiful,â he murmurs as he gives you a very exaggerated once over, his gaze darkening as he explores your curves. His voice is just as deep as Namjoonâs, but with a  smooth, melodic tilt to it.
Youâre not sure where to focus your attention, with two sets of eyes shamelessly roaming your figure and two sets of hands teasingly touching you, seeking out your most sensitive spots.
And now? Two sets of lips.
Not wasting another second, Namjoonâs lips crash into yours, his tongue tracing your lower lip before slipping into your mouth. While Namjoon occupies your lips, Taehyung is busy nipping at the junction of your shoulder and neck, his body pushing you forward until youâre firmly sandwiched between two broad chests, arms snaked around your waist.
âI want,â you whimper when Namjoon isnât ravishing your lips, âI want more. I want you, please please please.â Your friends and the other men and the music have all faded to the background until all thatâs left is three bodies, moving and grinding and exploring. Youâre not usually so brazen, so desperate, so eager for someone you donât even know, but it is your birthday, and they are your presents.
Why not enjoy them to the fullest?
âFuck,â Taehyung groans into your shoulder, his hips pressing insistently into the curve of your backside. âFuck, hyung, fuck, she wants it so bad.â Namjoon growls against your lips before pulling away, a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lips and you absently think that you find it way hotter than you should.
âIf the birthday girl wants it, then we should give it to her, shouldnât we, baby?â
In a whirlwind of long legs and hands pressed to the small of your back â and the faint hoots of your friends as you leave â you find yourself shoved into a bathroom down the hall. Namjoon is quick to reclaim your lips, one of his hands tangling into the hair at the base of your skull, his other hand groping and massaging your ass. You whimper when another pair of hands possessively grip your waist and another pair of lips brushes the shell of your ear.
âCan I taste you, baby? I bet you taste so sweet, donât you?â Taehyung whispers roughly before he nips at your earlobe. A litany of yes and please escapes your lip as Taehyung drops to his knees almost reverently, almost as if he is prepared to worship you. Namjoon makes room for Taehyung to kneel in front of you and lift one of your legs so it rests on his shoulders, opening yourself up to him. Taehyung licks his lips â those plump, sinful lips â as he hikes the skirt of your dress further up your hips, revealing the black lace thong you had picked out earlier in the evening. Taehyung groans at the sight.
âFuck, baby. You look so fuckinâ pretty like this. Legs spread and waiting for oppa to fuck you with his tongue.â The filthy string of words pouring from his lips make your knees weak, and you would fall down if Namjoon hadnât moved to stand behind you, catching you and supporting you as your legs give out. Namjoon presses his chest to your back and keeps you steady as Taehyung teases you, his long fingers dipping under the lace to brush against your folds. He gives your clit kitten licks over the lace, the rough stimulation of the cloth over your sensitive bundle of nerves making you cry out.
Namjoon presses comforting kisses to your neck and shoulder line as Taehyung pushes you closer to the edge, reducing you to a begging, whimpering mess before he actually relents and gives you what you crave oh so badly. Namjoon holds you up, keeps you standing as Taehyung finally pushes aside the lace to devour you, his mouth sucking on your clit with abandon as his fingers spear you open and massage your g-spot. Taehyung eats you out like itâs his last meal, like heâs starving and your pussy is the only thing that will save him. One of Namjoonâs hands moves from where it had been secured around your waist to duck inside your plunging neckline, lightly teasing your areola. He sucks hickies into your neck as his fingers pinch and twist, sending shocks of pleasure to your core, where Taehyung still assaults you with his skilled tongue, hardly stopping even to breathe. Even when you finally fall over the edge, as your walls clench around his fingers, he continues to suck and lick, until youâre whining from over-stimulation. Your hands weakly bat away Namjoonâs wandering fingers and you push Taehyung away from your mound until heâs looking up at you, a sheepish grin on his face as his hand comes up to wipe away the juices that spilled onto his chin.
âDid you enjoy yourself babygirl?â Taehyung asks, a proud grin stretched across his face because it was exceedingly obvious that you had, indeed, enjoyed yourself. You donât humor him with answer, instead choosing to simply lift your leg off his shoulder with a wince as your own juices run down the inside of your thighs. Taehyung stands up to kiss you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, making your taste yourself. He presses up against your front, his bulge poking at your belly, and you remember that you have two horny men, and while you have had your release, they have not yet had theirs.
âIs that all?â you simper, faking innocence in your voice as you reach down to grasp Taehyungâs bulge, your backside rubbing against Namjoonâs. They both let out growls, Taehyung throwing his head back and Namjoon clamping his teeth down on your neck in warning. In an instant, your back is pushed down so that your body forms a right angle, your face level with Taehyungâs groin and your ass pressed up against Namjoon.
âYouâre crazy if you think weâre done with you, Y/N.â Namjoon grunts before snapping his hips against you, his bruising grip on your hips not enough to keep you from falling forward into Taehyung. Your hands fly out to grasp his hips, helping to hold you up as your faced with his rather impressive erection, straining against the fabric of his jeans. You hear the sound of a zipper and the rustling of fabric behind you, looking back to see Namjoon pull out his cock â a long, thick monster â and roll a condom over his length. Taehyung threads his long fingers through your hair before pressing his erection against your lips. It doesnât take long for you to understand what he wants, and you hastily unzip his pants to tug his cock out of its confinements. Heat floods your core as you realize whatâs about to happen, and a wave of slick seems to ooze from your lips in anticipation.
You try not to let the sensation of Namjoonâs length rubbing against you distract you too much from paying attention to the beautiful cock in front of you, but itâs hard to focus your attention on anything but your pussy when Namjoon begins to push in, almost splitting you apart with how large he is. Namjoon pauses, allowing you to adjust to his size, but Taehyung is not that patient, guiding his cock to your lips. You open up, allowing him to shallowly thrust his length into your mouth. After a few moments, you feel youâve adjusted enough to Namjoon that you fuck yourself on his girth with small movements, the stimulation of your walls making you moan around Taehyungâs length. Feeling that youâve had enough time to get comfortable, Namjoon adjusts his grip a little higher up your waist and begins to pump into your heat with increasing vigor. Caught off guard, his thrusts force you further onto Taehyungâs erection, his cock nudging the back of your throat. Youâve never been so grateful your gag reflex is non-existent, or you certainly would have choked.
After the first few awkward thrusts, Namjoon and Taehyung set up a rhythm, your body limply bouncing between the two as they both use your body for the pleasure. They donât forget about you, theyâre hands wandering and their lips spilling filthy words and praises. Right now youâre their good girl, sucking in oppasâ cocks like a good little slut. At one point they stop grunting rather abruptly, and you do your best to look up with Taehyungâs erection still shoved down your throat only to nearly cum from the sight alone. Namjoon has Taehyung by the back of his necks, their tongues battling fiercely in a fight for dominance, not once slowing down their assault on your body. You allow yourself to watch a few more moments before returning to suck and bob your head up and down Taehyungâs length with renewed energy, simultaneously clenching around Namjoon. Youâre so desperate for them both to cum, you want Taehyung to spill down your throat, to feel Namjoon pulse inside of you.
Youâre not sure how long itâs been, your mind and body numbed with pleasure as they continue to fuck into you from both ends. Namjoonâs hand had wandered down to the sensitive flesh between your legs, his fingers teasing and pinching your clit until you felt the familiar build of your orgasm approaching. You whimper around Taehyung as your muscles tense up, and you hear him growl above you, his hips stuttering.
âKeep doinâ that hyung, feels good when she moans around me, fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â His words spur Namjoon on, his fingers relentlessly stimulating your sensitive nub until you finally explode, your vision going white, your walls clenching around his cock, your whole body trembling with the force of your orgasm. You moan around Taehyungâs girth, the vibrations finally sending him spiraling as he spills his seed down your throat, and you swallow as much of it as you can, excess dribbling out of the corner of your mouth and down your chin. Taehyung pulls his softening member out of your mouth and pulls you up so that he can kiss you, his tongue tasting himself on yours. Namjoon continues to pound into you, spilling into the condom after a few more thrusts. He pulls out and tosses the used condom in a nearby trashcan, the three of you panting and sweating and you wonder, what now?
A few minutes later youâre sitting on the bathroom counter, your mouth occupied by Namjoonâs tongue and your legs wrapped around Taehyungâs waist while he fucks you mercilessly.
Later that night, you go to sleep with a satisfying soreness settled between your legs and two new phone numbers saved in your contacts.
Happy fucking birthday to me.
