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All Memebers, I am an ot7 page.
Member x reader x Member, Potentially up to 3 members x reader!
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I go by Pluto online!
I am 23 years old and use she/her pronouns
I am a member of the lgbtq+ community!
I’ve been in and out of the BTS fandom since 2016
I am Rm biased, my bias wreckers are Jin and Jungkook! I am still an ot7 supporter, its all of them or none of them
My favorite song is Spring day, with Run as a close second.
My favorite solo song is “daydream” on Hope World <3
I’ve once again made a fic that wasn’t supposed to have a whole lot of cutesy stuff, have a lot of cutesy stuff.
Still going to be jealous Jin AND Jungkook, just for more cute reasons.
Originally it was going to be a more angsty smut one shot, but then I read a oneshot earlier that was angsty and had a bad ending and I’m still upset about it. Life is hell so my escapism fanfics don’t have to be
18+ content. MDNI. Please be mindful of what you read
I aim to write a 2k word fic like I used to do, and it suddenly becomes 5k words. I am my own enemy.
Summary: Jungkook knew how to put on a show, that video of him lifting his shirt at their latest concert was all over your timeline. It was harmless to watch it as many times as you did while winding down for the night in your friends room. Right?
Includes: Friends to lovers, Jealous Jin, awkward pauses, "Im better than him." vibes, heavy biting, Big dick Jin, "baby", protected PinV, fingering, multiple orgasms, angry outbursts, posessive Jin, 0-100 energy shift, edging, aftercare.
5.1k words ~ Masterlist
You'd finally managed to get some free time in your schedule to come to one of the concerts. Jin got you a ticket the second you suddenly became available.
With that however, all the hotels in a seventy mile radius were booked; no matter what Jin or his manager tried to do, there was nothing.
Which is why you were sitting awkwardly on an air mattress one of the staff members went out and bought it along with sheets before the store closed, thankfully. It was inflated in the corner of Jin's room of the house they're staying at, allowing you to sit against the wall comfortably.
This wasn't the first time you'd shared a room with Jin, you guys had been friends for ages by this point. So it was easy to just sit in silence, letting him relax after today's concert.
It was a good concert. Granted you weren't there, but it seemed like half of your Twitter timeline was. They were getting more comfortable with every show, and seemingly more exposed.
You'd probably watched the video of Jungkook pulling his shirt up a million times by now, the tight shirt only adding to the infatuation. Who could blame you, despite knowing the man he knew how to put on a hell of a performance.
"What are you giggling at?" Jin asked, moving from his spot on his bed towards you.
"Nothing!" You shouted, pulling your phone to your chest with embarrassment flooding your face.
"Yah come on!" He laughed, sitting next to you. "I want to laugh too!"
You shook your head, trying hide further in the corner as he reached for your phone. Much to your dismay, Jin was stronger than you by a long shot. Despite your best efforts he pried your phone out of your grip, laughing at the defeated look on your face before looking.
The smile wiped clean off his features. His brow furrowed, confusion settling deep within him. You grimaced the longer he stared at the screen, the video of his friend playing on repeat.
The room felt suffocating, the silence defeating with every passing second. You could do nothing but stare, waiting for a reaction. It felt like hours before he finally said something.
"Why were you—Jungkook?" He stammered, looking up at you before his eyes locked on your phone. "This isn't—it's just—all that over Jungkook?" He couldn't keep his train of thought, you could see every one pass through him.
"I have eyes." You mumbled, not knowing what else to say.
It's not like you have to justify finding someone hot to your friend, even if you have a crush on him, and the guy you were staring at was his best friend. You're allowed to find people attractive, supposedly with no guilt.
The look on his face made you feel guilty though. He seemed genuinely upset, a deep frown forming on his lips.
"Are you mad at me?" You ask, completely confused by his sullen energy.
Jin looked back up at you. A look in his eyes that had your heart skipping. It was one that you had seen countless times, army always posted the videos of him looking out into the crowd with want and love in his eyes. That look, mixed with the sadness on his lips had you nauseous.
He shook his head, handing you your phone back. Taking a second, he sat back, gaze unwavering. The silence spanned longer this time, only leaving you more confused.
With how long you'd known Jin you'd never see him this distressed. Especially not directed towards you. All you did was giggle at a video of his friend, and he was acting like he caught the both of you in his bed.
"No I—you didn't tell me." Jin finally answered, giving you a obviously fake smile as reassurance.
"Tell you what?" You were even more confused: apparently you we keeping something from him without your own knowledge.
"That you have a crush on Jk." You laughed, startling him. "It's not funny!" He said, annoyed with your reaction.
You paused, realizing that your response wasn't taken as the lighthearted humor you meant it as. The longer you look at him the more annoyed he looked, and after a particularly awkward staring contest you caught on.
"Jin, are you jealous?" You expected to hear his loud laughter fill the room, but that's not what you got.
Instead, he turned away from you. Standing up off the air mattress and walking towards his own bed. All in complete silence, something he's normally not good at.
"I can go stay in Yoongis room." He said, already grabbing his pillow off the bed.
"Wait!" You called out, moving closer to his bed while still seated on your own. "Don't leave, please."
Jin sighed, turning to look at you again. He walked over to you, towering above you as he stood inches in front of you. His hands ran over his face, a tired expression taking over.
"It's okay if you do." He whispered. "You two would be good together." He tired to offer you a smile again, unable to break through the raw emotion shrouding him.
"I don't." You replied, straining your neck to look up at him. "It—I—he's just nice to look at." You sighed, having difficult explaining yourself. "Can you please sit back down, looking up at you like this hurts."
Jin chuckled, falling down to his knees next to the mattress. You could see how quickly his chest was rising now that he was close, shakey breaths filling the space between you two.
"Nice to look at?" He asks sarcastically, tone reeking of false confidence. "You have worldwide handsome right here, better than some video." The distraction didn't land the way he wanted it to, obvious by his own immediate regret.
"You really are jealous." You say in awe, staring at him with a shocked look. "You're jealous I think he's attractive." Jin's smile faltered again, no amount of effort able to stop it.
"Does it make it awkward between us if I am?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he didn't want you to hear his pseudo confession.
It was enough for you, and honestly you didn't know how to respond. You weren't sure what type of confession it was, did he like you? Did he just not want you with his friends?
You didn't like how fast your thoughts were moving. Every possible scenario playing out in your already tired brain. Maybe the long plane ride had you a bit impulsive, but fuck it.
Your hand shot out towards him, gripping the basic black shirt he was wearing. Jin's eyes went wide for the split second you could see them.
He gasped when you pulled him towards you, other hand sliding to the nape of his neck as you pushed your lips against his. It didn't take him long to catch on, reciprocating the kiss almost instantly.
His lips were soft, softer than you'd imagined; the faint taste of champagne from earlier still prevalent. They molded into yours perfectly, making the slow kiss feel like heaven.
Jin's hand rested against your cheek, holding you against him. You leaned into the touch, already desperately wanting more of it.
You dropped the grip on his shirt, aimlessly searching for his other hand. Once you found it you pulled it towards you. Jin allowed you to guide him, smirking against your lips when you placed it on your waist.
He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. The hand on your cheek stayed, thumb grazing across the skin as he stared into your eyes.
"You're a good kisser." Jin whispered, each syllable hitting your lips.
"Should keep kissing me then." You replied, already trying to reconnect your lips.
Jin laughed, giving into your request. This time the kiss deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips with minimal resistance. Your allowance gave him confidence, making him push against you harder.
He started pushing you backwards, keeping his lips on yours as you moved towards the wall. He crawled with you, not stopping until your back was in the corner. It was slightly uncomfortable, an awkward angle, but that thought was forgotten the second you opened your eyes, seeing Jin hunched over you to follow the kiss.
"Fuck me." You muttered against his lips, words you didn't mean to leave your head.
Jin pulled away at the expression. His eyes were wide and filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He sat back on his heels, still managing to tower over you in his seated position.
"I could." He replied, voice hushed as if he was going to be overheard. "I would."
"Really?" You asked, still in slight disbelief at the entire situation.
"I've wanted to for ages." He chuckles, face starting to flush red.
"Think you could fuck me like you're still jealous?" Jin narrowed his eyes at your jest, a large hand coming to rest on your thigh in response.
"I am still jealous." There was a hint of a joking tone, but you knew he meant it from the look on his face. "I'm right here, been here for hours."
"You weren't showing your abs though." You giggled, trying to test him.
Jin didn't reply, just stared you down for what felt like hours. He startled you when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist. The grip guided your hand to his torso, guiding your palm along the expanse of his abs, allowing you to feel the slight ridges beneath the tight shirt.
His eyes didn't leave yours, smirking when your hand started moving on its own. You couldn't help yourself, every second he looked at you like that, every second he allowed you to touch him only had you spiraling deeper into need.
"He's in the other room if you'd prefer." He whispered, leaning closer to you with a grin that shows he knows he's winning.
You shook your head, still running your hand along his covered torso with nothing but pure greed. He didn't stop you, letting you explore every inch.
"I want you. Just you." You slid your hand up further, not stopping until it splayed over the expanse of his neck. "Want you to fuck me." You whispered against his lips, staring down at them with desperation.
"Fuck, okay." He said before pressing his lips against yours.
His hand slid up your leg slowly, the gentle pressure barely going through the fabric of your pants. The light sensation set your skin on fire, a need for more burning inside of you.
Then, he pulled away. His hand left your body and lips retreated. You whimpered as he stood up, confusion and hurt starting to swirl around your head.
You watched as he walked over to his bed, grabbing his phone and typing something into it with a speed you'd never seen. Your chest felt heavy at all the scenarios your anxiety produced, looking up at him with wide, scared eyes.
When his eyes met yours again his face quickly turned from happiness to panic. Jin immediately started towards you again, dropping back onto his knees in a way that had to hurt. You could see his phone still lit up in his pocket, but you weren't allowed to focus on it as his hands quickly cradled your face.
He tried to kiss you again, but you dodged him. You looked at him with a pointed expression, eyes flicking down to his pocket before back up at him.
"I needed to text the group." He sighs, pulling the phone out and laying it on the floor next to the both of you.
"Why? Trying to brag already?" You asked, trying and failing to hide your nerves.
"Really? Do you really want to know?" His voice was desperate, wanting you to say no and go back to the kiss. You, of course, nodded your head yes, now more curious than anything. "Fine. I—ugh I don't have any condoms so…" He trailed off, looking down at the screen that flashed.
"You don't have any condoms?" Your own voice trailed too, confused at the correlation.
"Yeah. You want me to fuck you—I want to fuck you!" Jin quickly spoke, emphasizing the last part. "Can't do that without them so."
"So?" You looked down at the partly visible screen, a constant stream of chat bubbles popping up.
"Needed to see if anyone had some." He whispered, still not meeting your eyes.
"You texted the guys asking for condoms? Seriously?" You couldn't help but laugh, making him groan loudly.
"I'm being safe! It was either that or we don't have sex and I really want too. I'm their elder, they'll be respectful about it." It didn't seem like he believed that last part.
"So responsible Jinnie." You said before pulling his gaze towards you, pressing your lips stark against his in a slow kiss, all nerves dissipating.
Jin kissed back eagerly, quickly speeding up the kiss to how it was before. He crowded you into the wall once again, both hands landing on your thighs, pushing them apart enough for him to sit between.
Your hands shot up to broad shoulders, one moving further to tangle in the dark hair. He whined quietly at the action, smiling against your lips when you tugged on it in experimentation.
It seemed to only make him more needy, once steady hands now made their way underneath your shirt, gripping your waist. They were itching to move higher, twitching against you showing the breaking constraint.
Just as you were about to try and guide them higher, a knock rang out through the room. Jin groaned loudly as he unwillingly pulled away from you. The knocking only got worse the longer it took him to get to the door.
He barely opened it, just enough that his arm could fit through the gap. You craned your head to the side to try and see which man was on the other side of the door. Thankfully when Jin moved his arm to slam the door closed you saw a flash of a familiar red leather jacket through the small hole.
"Was he respectful?" You giggled, making Jin let out a sigh.
"They sent Taehyung, what do you think?" Your laugh grew at the sheer look of annoyance on his face.
In an attempt to get that intoxicating look back, you quickly pulled your shirt off as he walked closer. Stifling your laugh as he froze, eyes going directly to your chest.
Once he regained his composure he mimicked your movement, shirt flying behind him. Your eyes trailed down the bare skin, hands shooting towards it the second he was between your legs again.
Jin followed, his hands carefully trailed along your waist, moving upwards with an idea. Much to your shock he went around your bra covered breasts. Instead, he went to your shoulders, fingers toying with the straps, waiting patiently.
When you nodded he pushed them down, falling awkwardly against your shoulders. Before you could say anything he reignited the kiss, instantly turning heated with his tongue gliding against yours.
You gasped against him as he fingers landed on the clasp, popping it open with almost perfect precision. It fell down your arms, waiting for you to throw it off.
"Do that often?" You spoke into the kiss, a smirk on your lips.
"I've practiced." He replied, hands grazing over the newly exposed skin. He wasted no time massaging your tits in his hands, smiling at the small whine that left you. "Never been this happy to do it before."
"I'm honored."You whispered, Jin chuckled in response, moving himself even closer to you.
Soon you moved your hands lower down his torso, only stopping once you hit the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers skirted around the ridge, asking the question without pulling away from his lips.
Jin caught on. His hands left your chest within seconds, the sudden loss of touch making you shiver. You felt his hands graze past yours, aimlessly searching for the button.
He smiled as he quickly popped it open, rushing to push the zipper down as far as it would go before pushing them down his hips as much as the seated position would allow. Slowly, you trailed your hands down to meet his own, left with the soft fabric of his boxers when his retreated back up to your chest.
Jin let out a curse as your hands brushed against his covered cock, feeling the outline beneath your fingertips. Fuck, he felt huge. You'd heard the rumors, laughed about his only scandal countless times, but fuck.
"I can hear you thinking." Jin whispered, pulling away and giving you a perfect view of him.
His face was flushed, a lopsided grin plastered across bright swollen lips. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, highlighting the curvature of each muscle perfectly. Then your eyes trailed lower; you were almost too afraid to look, confirming that what you felt was the truth.
The blue denim hung open on his thighs, bunched in a way that could not be comfortable. His boxers were struggling, the dark fabric noticeably stretched around his cock. Even beneath the fabric confines you could see it, just daring you.
"Please." You whispered, struggling to pull your eyes off of his hips.
Jin laughed, his fingers resting under your chin, shifting your gaze to his eyes. He was looking at you with that look again, it made your stomach twist at how much affection seemed buried in it.
"Please what?" He replied quietly.
You looked at him with a scowl, desperation flooding you once more. Running your hands across him again, a loud groan leaving his lips.
"God Jin please." You whined, pushing your chest further into his hands. "Do something."
Putting you out of your misery, Jin pulled away from you despite your complaints. He stood up, towering above you as he pushed the bunched up jeans down his long legs.
With a smirk his boxers followed suite. His cock bouncing almost comically at the motion. He let you stare for a moment before coming back down to your level.
His hands shot out to your waist, pulling you towards him causing your back to go flat against the mattress. He hovered above you, one hand next to your head holding him up while the other stayed lower.
"I can't if you don't take these off." He whispered, fingers toying with the waistband of your pants. "At least, not what you want me to." He muttered, seemingly to himself as ideas seemed to flood his mind.
You quickly tried to shimmy both your pants and underwear down your legs, struggling to pass them over your hips, lifting them slightly to manage. Jin laughed at your haste, helping you slightly until they were fully off your legs.
He sat back on his heels, taking in your now fully exposed body. You felt nervous under his gaze, watching as his eyes took in every inch of skin that they could see.
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, soft hands following his eyes path. It was ages before he spoke again, your skin on fire from his touch.
"There's so much I want to do to you." He finally spoke, leaning down until his lips were inches away from yours. "You're going to let me too huh? Let me be the only one who gets to touch you, to see you like this."
"Just you." You agreed, trying to crane your neck to reach his lips.
A mumbled curse left him, almost like a warning. His lips crashed onto yours in an almost violent fashion, his tongue exploring your mouth with ease.
One of his hands came to rest on your thigh, wasting little time before trailing further up. He ghosted his pointer finger across your opening, smiling into the kiss as you shivered.
Jin carefully pushed the finger against your entrance, slowly allowing you to stretch open around the digit. Once he could go no further, his thumb rested against your clit, using as little pressure as possible.
"Tease." You muttered into the kiss, the words coming out as a muffled mess.
Jin sunk his teeth into your bottom lip in reply, breaking the kiss soon after. He rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath with his lips parted.
Eyes fixated on your face, he slowly pulled his finger out before thrusting it back in, setting a fast pace. He was quick to add a second one, not slowing down to allow you to adjust this time.
"This better?" He whispered, cockiness painfully evident in his words.
You tried to reply, the rebuttal on the tip of your tongue. But just as you were about to speak Jin curled his fingers upward, angle allowing him to perfectly hit that spot inside of you.
The moan you let out was guttural, and if he wasn't peering down at you like that it would've been beyond embarrassing. Instead, it made him more confident. His movement calculated almost perfectly.
Your hips started to buck into his hand, only aiding in the friction from his thumb on your clit. He started to work with you, following the flow of your hips and keeping his pace steady despite the constant change in position.
"So close." The words came out in a broken moan, mumbled repetition following.
"You can do it." He replied, starting to press soft kisses against your flushed skin. "Cum on my fingers so I can fuck you better than anyone else." The emphasis on the last few words had your head reeling.
It didn't take much before you were spilling across his fingers, the sound of the slowing digits echoing throughout the room awkwardly. Jin enjoyed it, a moan left him as you clenched around his fingers.
He slowly pulled them out, staring as he did with a wide grin. You gasped as he brought the soaked fingers to his swollen lips, pushing them past with a moan as the taste of you hit his tongue.
"Next time." Jin said, winking at you as he reached over to pick up the condom from earlier.
"Pretty confident there will be a next time huh?" You whispered breathless, smiling up at him.
"You will be too in a minute." He replied, ripping open the foil wrapper. "You're mine, and I'll prove it; gonna make you forget he exists." His voice trailed off, the slightest scowl on his face towards the end.
"Oh I'm yours now?" You giggled, teasing tone lacing your words.
"Always have been, you just didn't know it." He said as he effortlessly slid the condom on.
You whined, hips twitching when Jin nudged the tip of his cock against your clit. He teasingly slid it downward, running it through your folds with ease.
Jin carefully pushed himself into your entrance, stilling shortly after leaving only the tip inside. The stretch hurt, bordering on painful at the sheer size of him.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours as you grimaced. His thumb started drawing shapes against your clit, making him groan when you tightened around him.
"I know baby I know." He coo'd. "It'll feel better in a minute I promise."
"Feels good now." You moaned, trying to push yourself closer to him.
Jin's hand shot to your hip, holding you still despite your whines of protest. He was on the verge of scolding you. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to, not with how hard you were fighting against his hold, desperate for him.
You were desperate. You wanted to feel his cock stretch you out, feel him twitch inside of you. But he was being Jin. The ever so gentle and considerate Jin who wouldn't hurt you even if you begged. Well, maybe.
"Please Jin, want you to fuck me." You pleaded, bringing your shaking hand to his cheek. "Wanna be stretched out by you, wanna feel everything." You gave him the best fuck me eyes you could, hoping it would work.
"You will. Don't wanna be rough and hurt you. I know my limits." He tsked as you groaned in response, trying to buck against him to not avail.
"Jungkook would."
You didn't mean to say it. An inside thought that escaped through the haze being caused by the stupid edge Jin was keeping you on. It made him still, you swore he stopped breathing for a minute as the heaviness of your words settled over you both.
"Jungkook would?" He asked, the question clearly rhetorical.
Against your better judgment you nodded, the desperate part of you overshadowing any rational thought. He looked pissed, angrier than you'd ever seen him. It was hot; absolutely terrifying, but god you wanted him even more now.
His resolve broke, completely shattered by your words. He sat up, leering down at you some fucked up version of possessive anger. Both of his hands trailed down your body, taking purchase on your hips with a punishing grip.
"I warned you." Jin said, voice deep and direct.
The second the words left him you were pulled into him, practically spearing you on his cock. You threw you head back, a combination of a scream and a string of moans ripping their way out of your throat.
Immediately he set a brutal pace, thrusting into you in rhythm with the pull he had on your hips. Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back to try and hold him closer.
"Fuck Jin pl—shit I—so good Jin so-" You stammered, struggling to find the words.
"Yeah? Like being fucked like this?" He groaned, voice still managing to hold the cocky tone. "Almost like a fucking toy, no regard for yourself."
One of his hands moved onto your clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud. He laughed at your yelp, only applying more pressure in reply.
Your back arched off the flimsy mattress, arms shooting towards Jin's. He let out a wince when you dug your nails into his biceps, laughing when it only made your grip stronger.
"I meant it." He hissed, leaning forward until his chest was flat against your own. "You're mine. Jungkook could never fuck you like this."
He smashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as you grew closer. The second your muscles started to tighten Jin just, stopped. You felt him smirk against yours lips as he pulled away just enough for you to feel his breath.
"Jin what the fuck?!" You all but yelled at him, jumping slightly at your own volume.
"Say it."
"What?" You asked beyond confused.
"Say you're mine." His tone was serious, contradictory to the confident smirk he as dawning. "Say it and I'll let you cum."
"Seriously?" You whined, shifting your hips to try and regain some level of friction. Jin nodded, pushing himself closer to you to limit your movement. "I'm yours, just yours. Please Jin I was right there."
"Say it like you mean-"
"God fucking dammit Jin! Never wanted to fuck him in the first place!" You angrily shouted, cutting him off mid command. "Was just looking, you're the only person I've wanted to sleep with for years." The words lost steam until you barely managed the last one, the feeling of the admission mixing with the discomfort of your Jin created predicament.
He clearly didn't expect the outburst, eyes going wide and losing all cockiness. His breathing became ragged, matching the nervousness from when this whole thing started. For a second you thought he was mad, that you ruined the entire thing.
But, you felt it. The rigid cock he had stilled inside of your walls twitching, trying, begging to move same as you.
"Thank you." It was a quiet phrase, you almost missed it.
You didn't miss his cock pulling out of you against your will, your cunt trying to keep him close. He didn't go far, you couldn't complain about the minuscule loss because the second it left it came back, hard.
Jin's hands tangled in your hair, balancing on his forearms on either side of your head. He pulled your head back, forcing you to strain your neck at the awkward angle.
He quickly buried his head in the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin with little forgiveness.
It was hard to tell how much noise you both were truly making, your ears ringing as you finally fell over the edge. Jin held you down as you came, keeping you still while he chased after his own release.
Mumbled affections and praises barley made it to your ears as his hips started to falter, eventually stilling, making him sink his teeth into your shoulder. Apologizes soon followed, soft lips kissing what was now probably a deep indentation.
"How do you feel?" Jin's voice rang through your ears after who knows how long, his chest still pressed against yours in a sweaty mess.
"Can't move." You chuckled, your words having multiple meanings in the moment.
Jin sat up, taking his weight with him much to your annoyance. He shushed you when you voiced your disapproval, sending you one of his air kisses while standing up.
You couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to watch what he was doing, only aware of the shuffling sounds and distant running water. He soon returned apologizing as he gently wiped the warm cloth against your inner thighs. The thing soon thrown somewhere in the room, both uncaring about where.
Jin laid down beside you at some point, softly running his fingers through your hair in heavy contrast to minutes before. The slight humming coming from him helped ground you in the moment, managing to open your eyes to look at him.
"Did you mean it?" Your voice startled him, giving you a chance to laugh for a second when he jumped.
"I meant everything I said tonight." He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead. "I want you, all of you, if you're okay with that."
You nodded, leaning into the soft caress of your scalp. The quiet you were enjoying was soon broken by the sound of the man's phone ringing, making both of you groan.
He reached towards it, silencing the loud ringer before throwing it off in the distance. Using the opportunity he threw his arm over you, laying back on the mattress and pulling your head into his chest.
"Who was it?" You asked absentmindedly, more focused on the suddenly ability to hear his heartbeat.
"It was Jungkook." Jin replied, a tone that didn't need your eyes open to be able to see the dramatic eye roll.
18+ content. MDNI. Please be mindful of what you read
I aim to write a 2k word fic like I used to do, and it suddenly becomes 5k words. I am my own enemy.
Summary: Jungkook knew how to put on a show, that video of him lifting his shirt at their latest concert was all over your timeline. It was harmless to watch it as many times as you did while winding down for the night in your friends room. Right?
Includes: Friends to lovers, Jealous Jin, awkward pauses, "Im better than him." vibes, heavy biting, Big dick Jin, "baby", protected PinV, fingering, multiple orgasms, angry outbursts, posessive Jin, 0-100 energy shift, edging, aftercare.
5.1k words ~ Masterlist
You'd finally managed to get some free time in your schedule to come to one of the concerts. Jin got you a ticket the second you suddenly became available.
With that however, all the hotels in a seventy mile radius were booked; no matter what Jin or his manager tried to do, there was nothing.
Which is why you were sitting awkwardly on an air mattress one of the staff members went out and bought it along with sheets before the store closed, thankfully. It was inflated in the corner of Jin's room of the house they're staying at, allowing you to sit against the wall comfortably.
This wasn't the first time you'd shared a room with Jin, you guys had been friends for ages by this point. So it was easy to just sit in silence, letting him relax after today's concert.
It was a good concert. Granted you weren't there, but it seemed like half of your Twitter timeline was. They were getting more comfortable with every show, and seemingly more exposed.
You'd probably watched the video of Jungkook pulling his shirt up a million times by now, the tight shirt only adding to the infatuation. Who could blame you, despite knowing the man he knew how to put on a hell of a performance.
"What are you giggling at?" Jin asked, moving from his spot on his bed towards you.
"Nothing!" You shouted, pulling your phone to your chest with embarrassment flooding your face.
"Yah come on!" He laughed, sitting next to you. "I want to laugh too!"
You shook your head, trying hide further in the corner as he reached for your phone. Much to your dismay, Jin was stronger than you by a long shot. Despite your best efforts he pried your phone out of your grip, laughing at the defeated look on your face before looking.
The smile wiped clean off his features. His brow furrowed, confusion settling deep within him. You grimaced the longer he stared at the screen, the video of his friend playing on repeat.
The room felt suffocating, the silence defeating with every passing second. You could do nothing but stare, waiting for a reaction. It felt like hours before he finally said something.
"Why were you—Jungkook?" He stammered, looking up at you before his eyes locked on your phone. "This isn't—it's just—all that over Jungkook?" He couldn't keep his train of thought, you could see every one pass through him.
"I have eyes." You mumbled, not knowing what else to say.
It's not like you have to justify finding someone hot to your friend, even if you have a crush on him, and the guy you were staring at was his best friend. You're allowed to find people attractive, supposedly with no guilt.
The look on his face made you feel guilty though. He seemed genuinely upset, a deep frown forming on his lips.
"Are you mad at me?" You ask, completely confused by his sullen energy.
Jin looked back up at you. A look in his eyes that had your heart skipping. It was one that you had seen countless times, army always posted the videos of him looking out into the crowd with want and love in his eyes. That look, mixed with the sadness on his lips had you nauseous.
He shook his head, handing you your phone back. Taking a second, he sat back, gaze unwavering. The silence spanned longer this time, only leaving you more confused.
With how long you'd known Jin you'd never see him this distressed. Especially not directed towards you. All you did was giggle at a video of his friend, and he was acting like he caught the both of you in his bed.
"No I—you didn't tell me." Jin finally answered, giving you a obviously fake smile as reassurance.
"Tell you what?" You were even more confused: apparently you we keeping something from him without your own knowledge.
"That you have a crush on Jk." You laughed, startling him. "It's not funny!" He said, annoyed with your reaction.
You paused, realizing that your response wasn't taken as the lighthearted humor you meant it as. The longer you look at him the more annoyed he looked, and after a particularly awkward staring contest you caught on.
"Jin, are you jealous?" You expected to hear his loud laughter fill the room, but that's not what you got.
Instead, he turned away from you. Standing up off the air mattress and walking towards his own bed. All in complete silence, something he's normally not good at.
"I can go stay in Yoongis room." He said, already grabbing his pillow off the bed.
"Wait!" You called out, moving closer to his bed while still seated on your own. "Don't leave, please."
Jin sighed, turning to look at you again. He walked over to you, towering above you as he stood inches in front of you. His hands ran over his face, a tired expression taking over.
"It's okay if you do." He whispered. "You two would be good together." He tired to offer you a smile again, unable to break through the raw emotion shrouding him.
"I don't." You replied, straining your neck to look up at him. "It—I—he's just nice to look at." You sighed, having difficult explaining yourself. "Can you please sit back down, looking up at you like this hurts."
Jin chuckled, falling down to his knees next to the mattress. You could see how quickly his chest was rising now that he was close, shakey breaths filling the space between you two.
"Nice to look at?" He asks sarcastically, tone reeking of false confidence. "You have worldwide handsome right here, better than some video." The distraction didn't land the way he wanted it to, obvious by his own immediate regret.
"You really are jealous." You say in awe, staring at him with a shocked look. "You're jealous I think he's attractive." Jin's smile faltered again, no amount of effort able to stop it.
"Does it make it awkward between us if I am?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he didn't want you to hear his pseudo confession.
It was enough for you, and honestly you didn't know how to respond. You weren't sure what type of confession it was, did he like you? Did he just not want you with his friends?
You didn't like how fast your thoughts were moving. Every possible scenario playing out in your already tired brain. Maybe the long plane ride had you a bit impulsive, but fuck it.
Your hand shot out towards him, gripping the basic black shirt he was wearing. Jin's eyes went wide for the split second you could see them.
He gasped when you pulled him towards you, other hand sliding to the nape of his neck as you pushed your lips against his. It didn't take him long to catch on, reciprocating the kiss almost instantly.
His lips were soft, softer than you'd imagined; the faint taste of champagne from earlier still prevalent. They molded into yours perfectly, making the slow kiss feel like heaven.
Jin's hand rested against your cheek, holding you against him. You leaned into the touch, already desperately wanting more of it.
You dropped the grip on his shirt, aimlessly searching for his other hand. Once you found it you pulled it towards you. Jin allowed you to guide him, smirking against your lips when you placed it on your waist.
He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. The hand on your cheek stayed, thumb grazing across the skin as he stared into your eyes.
"You're a good kisser." Jin whispered, each syllable hitting your lips.
"Should keep kissing me then." You replied, already trying to reconnect your lips.
Jin laughed, giving into your request. This time the kiss deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips with minimal resistance. Your allowance gave him confidence, making him push against you harder.
He started pushing you backwards, keeping his lips on yours as you moved towards the wall. He crawled with you, not stopping until your back was in the corner. It was slightly uncomfortable, an awkward angle, but that thought was forgotten the second you opened your eyes, seeing Jin hunched over you to follow the kiss.
"Fuck me." You muttered against his lips, words you didn't mean to leave your head.
Jin pulled away at the expression. His eyes were wide and filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He sat back on his heels, still managing to tower over you in his seated position.
"I could." He replied, voice hushed as if he was going to be overheard. "I would."
"Really?" You asked, still in slight disbelief at the entire situation.
"I've wanted to for ages." He chuckles, face starting to flush red.
"Think you could fuck me like you're still jealous?" Jin narrowed his eyes at your jest, a large hand coming to rest on your thigh in response.
"I am still jealous." There was a hint of a joking tone, but you knew he meant it from the look on his face. "I'm right here, been here for hours."
"You weren't showing your abs though." You giggled, trying to test him.
Jin didn't reply, just stared you down for what felt like hours. He startled you when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist. The grip guided your hand to his torso, guiding your palm along the expanse of his abs, allowing you to feel the slight ridges beneath the tight shirt.
His eyes didn't leave yours, smirking when your hand started moving on its own. You couldn't help yourself, every second he looked at you like that, every second he allowed you to touch him only had you spiraling deeper into need.
"He's in the other room if you'd prefer." He whispered, leaning closer to you with a grin that shows he knows he's winning.
You shook your head, still running your hand along his covered torso with nothing but pure greed. He didn't stop you, letting you explore every inch.
"I want you. Just you." You slid your hand up further, not stopping until it splayed over the expanse of his neck. "Want you to fuck me." You whispered against his lips, staring down at them with desperation.
"Fuck, okay." He said before pressing his lips against yours.
His hand slid up your leg slowly, the gentle pressure barely going through the fabric of your pants. The light sensation set your skin on fire, a need for more burning inside of you.
Then, he pulled away. His hand left your body and lips retreated. You whimpered as he stood up, confusion and hurt starting to swirl around your head.
You watched as he walked over to his bed, grabbing his phone and typing something into it with a speed you'd never seen. Your chest felt heavy at all the scenarios your anxiety produced, looking up at him with wide, scared eyes.
When his eyes met yours again his face quickly turned from happiness to panic. Jin immediately started towards you again, dropping back onto his knees in a way that had to hurt. You could see his phone still lit up in his pocket, but you weren't allowed to focus on it as his hands quickly cradled your face.
He tried to kiss you again, but you dodged him. You looked at him with a pointed expression, eyes flicking down to his pocket before back up at him.
"I needed to text the group." He sighs, pulling the phone out and laying it on the floor next to the both of you.
"Why? Trying to brag already?" You asked, trying and failing to hide your nerves.
"Really? Do you really want to know?" His voice was desperate, wanting you to say no and go back to the kiss. You, of course, nodded your head yes, now more curious than anything. "Fine. I—ugh I don't have any condoms so…" He trailed off, looking down at the screen that flashed.
"You don't have any condoms?" Your own voice trailed too, confused at the correlation.
"Yeah. You want me to fuck you—I want to fuck you!" Jin quickly spoke, emphasizing the last part. "Can't do that without them so."
"So?" You looked down at the partly visible screen, a constant stream of chat bubbles popping up.
"Needed to see if anyone had some." He whispered, still not meeting your eyes.
"You texted the guys asking for condoms? Seriously?" You couldn't help but laugh, making him groan loudly.
"I'm being safe! It was either that or we don't have sex and I really want too. I'm their elder, they'll be respectful about it." It didn't seem like he believed that last part.
"So responsible Jinnie." You said before pulling his gaze towards you, pressing your lips stark against his in a slow kiss, all nerves dissipating.
Jin kissed back eagerly, quickly speeding up the kiss to how it was before. He crowded you into the wall once again, both hands landing on your thighs, pushing them apart enough for him to sit between.
Your hands shot up to broad shoulders, one moving further to tangle in the dark hair. He whined quietly at the action, smiling against your lips when you tugged on it in experimentation.
It seemed to only make him more needy, once steady hands now made their way underneath your shirt, gripping your waist. They were itching to move higher, twitching against you showing the breaking constraint.
Just as you were about to try and guide them higher, a knock rang out through the room. Jin groaned loudly as he unwillingly pulled away from you. The knocking only got worse the longer it took him to get to the door.
He barely opened it, just enough that his arm could fit through the gap. You craned your head to the side to try and see which man was on the other side of the door. Thankfully when Jin moved his arm to slam the door closed you saw a flash of a familiar red leather jacket through the small hole.
"Was he respectful?" You giggled, making Jin let out a sigh.
"They sent Taehyung, what do you think?" Your laugh grew at the sheer look of annoyance on his face.
In an attempt to get that intoxicating look back, you quickly pulled your shirt off as he walked closer. Stifling your laugh as he froze, eyes going directly to your chest.
Once he regained his composure he mimicked your movement, shirt flying behind him. Your eyes trailed down the bare skin, hands shooting towards it the second he was between your legs again.
Jin followed, his hands carefully trailed along your waist, moving upwards with an idea. Much to your shock he went around your bra covered breasts. Instead, he went to your shoulders, fingers toying with the straps, waiting patiently.
When you nodded he pushed them down, falling awkwardly against your shoulders. Before you could say anything he reignited the kiss, instantly turning heated with his tongue gliding against yours.
You gasped against him as he fingers landed on the clasp, popping it open with almost perfect precision. It fell down your arms, waiting for you to throw it off.
"Do that often?" You spoke into the kiss, a smirk on your lips.
"I've practiced." He replied, hands grazing over the newly exposed skin. He wasted no time massaging your tits in his hands, smiling at the small whine that left you. "Never been this happy to do it before."
"I'm honored."You whispered, Jin chuckled in response, moving himself even closer to you.
Soon you moved your hands lower down his torso, only stopping once you hit the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers skirted around the ridge, asking the question without pulling away from his lips.
Jin caught on. His hands left your chest within seconds, the sudden loss of touch making you shiver. You felt his hands graze past yours, aimlessly searching for the button.
He smiled as he quickly popped it open, rushing to push the zipper down as far as it would go before pushing them down his hips as much as the seated position would allow. Slowly, you trailed your hands down to meet his own, left with the soft fabric of his boxers when his retreated back up to your chest.
Jin let out a curse as your hands brushed against his covered cock, feeling the outline beneath your fingertips. Fuck, he felt huge. You'd heard the rumors, laughed about his only scandal countless times, but fuck.
"I can hear you thinking." Jin whispered, pulling away and giving you a perfect view of him.
His face was flushed, a lopsided grin plastered across bright swollen lips. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, highlighting the curvature of each muscle perfectly. Then your eyes trailed lower; you were almost too afraid to look, confirming that what you felt was the truth.
The blue denim hung open on his thighs, bunched in a way that could not be comfortable. His boxers were struggling, the dark fabric noticeably stretched around his cock. Even beneath the fabric confines you could see it, just daring you.
"Please." You whispered, struggling to pull your eyes off of his hips.
Jin laughed, his fingers resting under your chin, shifting your gaze to his eyes. He was looking at you with that look again, it made your stomach twist at how much affection seemed buried in it.
"Please what?" He replied quietly.
You looked at him with a scowl, desperation flooding you once more. Running your hands across him again, a loud groan leaving his lips.
"God Jin please." You whined, pushing your chest further into his hands. "Do something."
Putting you out of your misery, Jin pulled away from you despite your complaints. He stood up, towering above you as he pushed the bunched up jeans down his long legs.
With a smirk his boxers followed suite. His cock bouncing almost comically at the motion. He let you stare for a moment before coming back down to your level.
His hands shot out to your waist, pulling you towards him causing your back to go flat against the mattress. He hovered above you, one hand next to your head holding him up while the other stayed lower.
"I can't if you don't take these off." He whispered, fingers toying with the waistband of your pants. "At least, not what you want me to." He muttered, seemingly to himself as ideas seemed to flood his mind.
You quickly tried to shimmy both your pants and underwear down your legs, struggling to pass them over your hips, lifting them slightly to manage. Jin laughed at your haste, helping you slightly until they were fully off your legs.
He sat back on his heels, taking in your now fully exposed body. You felt nervous under his gaze, watching as his eyes took in every inch of skin that they could see.
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, soft hands following his eyes path. It was ages before he spoke again, your skin on fire from his touch.
"There's so much I want to do to you." He finally spoke, leaning down until his lips were inches away from yours. "You're going to let me too huh? Let me be the only one who gets to touch you, to see you like this."
"Just you." You agreed, trying to crane your neck to reach his lips.
A mumbled curse left him, almost like a warning. His lips crashed onto yours in an almost violent fashion, his tongue exploring your mouth with ease.
One of his hands came to rest on your thigh, wasting little time before trailing further up. He ghosted his pointer finger across your opening, smiling into the kiss as you shivered.
Jin carefully pushed the finger against your entrance, slowly allowing you to stretch open around the digit. Once he could go no further, his thumb rested against your clit, using as little pressure as possible.
"Tease." You muttered into the kiss, the words coming out as a muffled mess.
Jin sunk his teeth into your bottom lip in reply, breaking the kiss soon after. He rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath with his lips parted.
Eyes fixated on your face, he slowly pulled his finger out before thrusting it back in, setting a fast pace. He was quick to add a second one, not slowing down to allow you to adjust this time.
"This better?" He whispered, cockiness painfully evident in his words.
You tried to reply, the rebuttal on the tip of your tongue. But just as you were about to speak Jin curled his fingers upward, angle allowing him to perfectly hit that spot inside of you.
The moan you let out was guttural, and if he wasn't peering down at you like that it would've been beyond embarrassing. Instead, it made him more confident. His movement calculated almost perfectly.
Your hips started to buck into his hand, only aiding in the friction from his thumb on your clit. He started to work with you, following the flow of your hips and keeping his pace steady despite the constant change in position.
"So close." The words came out in a broken moan, mumbled repetition following.
"You can do it." He replied, starting to press soft kisses against your flushed skin. "Cum on my fingers so I can fuck you better than anyone else." The emphasis on the last few words had your head reeling.
It didn't take much before you were spilling across his fingers, the sound of the slowing digits echoing throughout the room awkwardly. Jin enjoyed it, a moan left him as you clenched around his fingers.
He slowly pulled them out, staring as he did with a wide grin. You gasped as he brought the soaked fingers to his swollen lips, pushing them past with a moan as the taste of you hit his tongue.
"Next time." Jin said, winking at you as he reached over to pick up the condom from earlier.
"Pretty confident there will be a next time huh?" You whispered breathless, smiling up at him.
"You will be too in a minute." He replied, ripping open the foil wrapper. "You're mine, and I'll prove it; gonna make you forget he exists." His voice trailed off, the slightest scowl on his face towards the end.
"Oh I'm yours now?" You giggled, teasing tone lacing your words.
"Always have been, you just didn't know it." He said as he effortlessly slid the condom on.
You whined, hips twitching when Jin nudged the tip of his cock against your clit. He teasingly slid it downward, running it through your folds with ease.
Jin carefully pushed himself into your entrance, stilling shortly after leaving only the tip inside. The stretch hurt, bordering on painful at the sheer size of him.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours as you grimaced. His thumb started drawing shapes against your clit, making him groan when you tightened around him.
"I know baby I know." He coo'd. "It'll feel better in a minute I promise."
"Feels good now." You moaned, trying to push yourself closer to him.
Jin's hand shot to your hip, holding you still despite your whines of protest. He was on the verge of scolding you. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to, not with how hard you were fighting against his hold, desperate for him.
You were desperate. You wanted to feel his cock stretch you out, feel him twitch inside of you. But he was being Jin. The ever so gentle and considerate Jin who wouldn't hurt you even if you begged. Well, maybe.
"Please Jin, want you to fuck me." You pleaded, bringing your shaking hand to his cheek. "Wanna be stretched out by you, wanna feel everything." You gave him the best fuck me eyes you could, hoping it would work.
"You will. Don't wanna be rough and hurt you. I know my limits." He tsked as you groaned in response, trying to buck against him to not avail.
"Jungkook would."
You didn't mean to say it. An inside thought that escaped through the haze being caused by the stupid edge Jin was keeping you on. It made him still, you swore he stopped breathing for a minute as the heaviness of your words settled over you both.
"Jungkook would?" He asked, the question clearly rhetorical.
Against your better judgment you nodded, the desperate part of you overshadowing any rational thought. He looked pissed, angrier than you'd ever seen him. It was hot; absolutely terrifying, but god you wanted him even more now.
His resolve broke, completely shattered by your words. He sat up, leering down at you some fucked up version of possessive anger. Both of his hands trailed down your body, taking purchase on your hips with a punishing grip.
"I warned you." Jin said, voice deep and direct.
The second the words left him you were pulled into him, practically spearing you on his cock. You threw you head back, a combination of a scream and a string of moans ripping their way out of your throat.
Immediately he set a brutal pace, thrusting into you in rhythm with the pull he had on your hips. Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back to try and hold him closer.
"Fuck Jin pl—shit I—so good Jin so-" You stammered, struggling to find the words.
"Yeah? Like being fucked like this?" He groaned, voice still managing to hold the cocky tone. "Almost like a fucking toy, no regard for yourself."
One of his hands moved onto your clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud. He laughed at your yelp, only applying more pressure in reply.
Your back arched off the flimsy mattress, arms shooting towards Jin's. He let out a wince when you dug your nails into his biceps, laughing when it only made your grip stronger.
"I meant it." He hissed, leaning forward until his chest was flat against your own. "You're mine. Jungkook could never fuck you like this."
He smashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as you grew closer. The second your muscles started to tighten Jin just, stopped. You felt him smirk against yours lips as he pulled away just enough for you to feel his breath.
"Jin what the fuck?!" You all but yelled at him, jumping slightly at your own volume.
"Say it."
"What?" You asked beyond confused.
"Say you're mine." His tone was serious, contradictory to the confident smirk he as dawning. "Say it and I'll let you cum."
"Seriously?" You whined, shifting your hips to try and regain some level of friction. Jin nodded, pushing himself closer to you to limit your movement. "I'm yours, just yours. Please Jin I was right there."
"Say it like you mean-"
"God fucking dammit Jin! Never wanted to fuck him in the first place!" You angrily shouted, cutting him off mid command. "Was just looking, you're the only person I've wanted to sleep with for years." The words lost steam until you barely managed the last one, the feeling of the admission mixing with the discomfort of your Jin created predicament.
He clearly didn't expect the outburst, eyes going wide and losing all cockiness. His breathing became ragged, matching the nervousness from when this whole thing started. For a second you thought he was mad, that you ruined the entire thing.
But, you felt it. The rigid cock he had stilled inside of your walls twitching, trying, begging to move same as you.
"Thank you." It was a quiet phrase, you almost missed it.
You didn't miss his cock pulling out of you against your will, your cunt trying to keep him close. He didn't go far, you couldn't complain about the minuscule loss because the second it left it came back, hard.
Jin's hands tangled in your hair, balancing on his forearms on either side of your head. He pulled your head back, forcing you to strain your neck at the awkward angle.
He quickly buried his head in the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin with little forgiveness.
It was hard to tell how much noise you both were truly making, your ears ringing as you finally fell over the edge. Jin held you down as you came, keeping you still while he chased after his own release.
Mumbled affections and praises barley made it to your ears as his hips started to falter, eventually stilling, making him sink his teeth into your shoulder. Apologizes soon followed, soft lips kissing what was now probably a deep indentation.
"How do you feel?" Jin's voice rang through your ears after who knows how long, his chest still pressed against yours in a sweaty mess.
"Can't move." You chuckled, your words having multiple meanings in the moment.
Jin sat up, taking his weight with him much to your annoyance. He shushed you when you voiced your disapproval, sending you one of his air kisses while standing up.
You couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to watch what he was doing, only aware of the shuffling sounds and distant running water. He soon returned apologizing as he gently wiped the warm cloth against your inner thighs. The thing soon thrown somewhere in the room, both uncaring about where.
Jin laid down beside you at some point, softly running his fingers through your hair in heavy contrast to minutes before. The slight humming coming from him helped ground you in the moment, managing to open your eyes to look at him.
"Did you mean it?" Your voice startled him, giving you a chance to laugh for a second when he jumped.
"I meant everything I said tonight." He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead. "I want you, all of you, if you're okay with that."
You nodded, leaning into the soft caress of your scalp. The quiet you were enjoying was soon broken by the sound of the man's phone ringing, making both of you groan.
He reached towards it, silencing the loud ringer before throwing it off in the distance. Using the opportunity he threw his arm over you, laying back on the mattress and pulling your head into his chest.
"Who was it?" You asked absentmindedly, more focused on the suddenly ability to hear his heartbeat.
"It was Jungkook." Jin replied, a tone that didn't need your eyes open to be able to see the dramatic eye roll.
Pluto got home much later than she thought she would so she had very little time to work on the fic, so I am now posting the snippet I was going to yesterday but couldn't. It'll be out soon promise <3
Jin x Reader 18+ snippet
"I can hear you thinking." Jin whispered, pulling away and giving you a perfect view of him.
His face was flushed, a lopsided grin plastered across bright swollen lips. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, highlighting the curvature of each muscle perfectly. Then your eyes trailed lower; you were almost too afraid to look, confirming that what you felt was the truth.
The blue denim hung open on his thighs, bunched in a way that could not be comfortable. His boxers were struggling, the dark fabric noticeably stretched around his cock. Even beneath the fabric confines you could see it, just daring you.
"Please." You whispered, struggling to pull your eyes off of his hips.
Jin laughed, his fingers resting under your chin, shifting your gaze to his eyes. He was looking at you with that look again, it made your stomach twist at how much affection seemed buried in it.
"Please what?" He replied quietly.
You looked at him with a scowl, desperation flooding you once more. Running your hands across him again, a loud groan leaving his lips.
"God Jin please." You whined, pushing your chest further into his hands. "Do something."
Putting you out of your misery, Jin pulled away from you despite your complaints. He stood up, towering above you as he pushed the bunched up jeans down his long legs.
With a smirk his boxers followed suite. His cock bouncing almost comically at the motion. He let you stare for a moment before coming back down to your level.
His hands shot out to your waist, pulling you towards him causing your back to go flat against the mattress. He hovered above you, one hand next to your head holding him up while the other stayed lower.
"I can't if you don't take these off." He whispered, fingers toying with the waistband of your pants. "At least, not what you want me to." He muttered, seemingly to himself as ideas seemed to flood his mind.
its a friends to lovers because of jealousy, so its awkward and stuff it was hard finding a good part without context
After I post this Jin oneshot in the upcoming days I have 2 ideas. I either write the next part of the Friends help Friends series and then write a jinkook threesome not connected to it, or I write the jinkook threesome first and then the next part of the series.
Pluto got home much later than she thought she would so she had very little time to work on the fic, so I am now posting the snippet I was going to yesterday but couldn't. It'll be out soon promise <3
Jin x Reader 18+ snippet
"I can hear you thinking." Jin whispered, pulling away and giving you a perfect view of him.
His face was flushed, a lopsided grin plastered across bright swollen lips. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, highlighting the curvature of each muscle perfectly. Then your eyes trailed lower; you were almost too afraid to look, confirming that what you felt was the truth.
The blue denim hung open on his thighs, bunched in a way that could not be comfortable. His boxers were struggling, the dark fabric noticeably stretched around his cock. Even beneath the fabric confines you could see it, just daring you.
"Please." You whispered, struggling to pull your eyes off of his hips.
Jin laughed, his fingers resting under your chin, shifting your gaze to his eyes. He was looking at you with that look again, it made your stomach twist at how much affection seemed buried in it.
"Please what?" He replied quietly.
You looked at him with a scowl, desperation flooding you once more. Running your hands across him again, a loud groan leaving his lips.
"God Jin please." You whined, pushing your chest further into his hands. "Do something."
Putting you out of your misery, Jin pulled away from you despite your complaints. He stood up, towering above you as he pushed the bunched up jeans down his long legs.
With a smirk his boxers followed suite. His cock bouncing almost comically at the motion. He let you stare for a moment before coming back down to your level.
His hands shot out to your waist, pulling you towards him causing your back to go flat against the mattress. He hovered above you, one hand next to your head holding him up while the other stayed lower.
"I can't if you don't take these off." He whispered, fingers toying with the waistband of your pants. "At least, not what you want me to." He muttered, seemingly to himself as ideas seemed to flood his mind.
its a friends to lovers because of jealousy, so its awkward and stuff it was hard finding a good part without context
After I post this Jin oneshot in the upcoming days I have 2 ideas. I either write the next part of the Friends help Friends series and then write a jinkook threesome not connected to it, or I write the jinkook threesome first and then the next part of the series.
I was hoping to get my Jin fic done tonight but I forgot I have to sleep for a hellscape of a work day that I’m going to have.
So I’ll post a snippet of it tomorrow after work! I’m about 3k words in so I’m making progress and it should be done in the next few days as long as tomorrow doesn’t totally drain me
It’s a solo Jin fic about friends to lovers based off Jin being jealous reader thinks Jungkook is hot :) a lot of awkward firsts and stuff :)
18+ content. MDNI. Please be mindful of what you read
This is part two of my series "Friends help Friends." It can be read as a standalone, there are minimal references towards the first part. For the series overview check out the Masterlist <3
Summary: Namjoon was tired, wanting nothing more than to lay down in bed with you and read his book after the concert. You both were relaxing when the knock on the door pulled your attention. To Namjoons annoyance, Jimins version of relaxation was the opposite of his own.
Includes: Established relationship (Rm&Reader), threesome, Men kiss, oral (reader & M recieving),kissing around dick (idk how to describe it), face sitting, hair pulling, m/m and f/m jerking off, overstim, brat Jimin, clingy Jimin, unprotected PinV, "baby, Good boy, hyung, girlfriend." Praise kink, dry humping, Men bickering/verbally teasing each other.
6.3k words ~ Series Masterlist ~ Regular Masterlist ~ Yoongi
The knock on the room door pulled you out of your phone, Namjoon similarly out of his book. The concert ended hours ago and everyone was supposed to be relaxing in peace before the show the next day.
Namjoon got up, looking though the peephole before sighing and opening the door. Jimin walked in, his baggy shirt hanging off of his shoulder and almost completely hiding the pajama shorts beneath.
He smiled at Namjoon before bee-lining it towards you, practically jumping onto the bed with a grin.
"Did you like the show?" Jimin asked, leaning close to you.
"Of course, you guys were great as always." He giggled, the high pitched noise bringing a smile to your face.
Namjoon looked annoyed, obviously confused why the other man was being ridiculously cute with you so late after a long show. Not like you minded. He stayed by the door, almost like he was waiting for Jimin to leave.
He didn't, of course. Staying close to you and giggling at random things on your phone with you. You tried to give him an apologetic look, but his annoyance wasn't directed towards you.
"Okay what do you want." Namjoon finally spoke, walking over to you both.
Jimin looked up at him, a clearly fake confused look on his face. He looked back towards you, shuffling impossibly closer before responding.
"Am I not allowed to hang out with my friends?" He pouted, putting on one of his better performances.
Namjoon glared at him, standing directly in front of the bed. They both just looked at each other, the tension filling the room with silence. Truthfully it felt like the cusp of an argument, you knew your boyfriend had wanted to relax and Jimin wasn't helping at the moment.
Jimin sighed, giving up the silent battle. He turned to look at you, a dangerous look growing on his face as he ignored the other man. He leaned towards you, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered what he seemingly wanted.
"Who's a better kisser? Namjoon or Yoongi?" Dropping the honorifics in his question.
You laughed, because of course you did. It was clearly a joke question based purely on how much time the two have been spending together. There was no possible way he knew.
"Why are you laughing?" He asked, a small pout forming.
"That's a crazy question Minnie." You continued laughing, trying to keep yourself calm.
Jimin huffed dramatically. Falling onto the bed as he did. Clearly not getting the answer he wanted.
Namjoon looked at the both of you in confusion, brows furrowed, hating to be left out of the conversation. You shrugged, still laughing out of awkwardness.
After a few seconds Jimin suddenly turned, looking at Namjoon with a new glint in his eyes. Before you could stop him, Jimin repeated the question to your boyfriend, switching out his name for yours.
His eyes went wide for all of three seconds before his face dropped. He turned to lock the door before walking back over to the bed.
"How?" Namjoon asked with a slight scowl.
"Yoongi-hyung was talking about you both, way too happy. So I guessed." His voice was chipper, as if he was discussing something entirely different.
"You guessed that I kissed Yoongi?" Namjoon scoffed, acting like he wasn't just figured out.
"I guessed that she kissed Yoongi." He corrected, smirking at the older man like he won. "Now I know that you did."
Jimin looked back at you for a split second with a smile before turning back. You could tell the fact that Jimin knew part of it was making Namjoon nervous, his fingers were starting to fidget with the edge of his shirt.
"Jimin you're being mean." You spoke up, moving yourself closer to your boyfriend. He nodded quickly in agreement, side eying his friend. "Did you come here to laugh or for something else?"
He pouted, trying to play up the puppy dog eye effect to no avail. If you hadn't been laying such close attention to him you would've missed it, the slight flash of anxiety across his face.
Namjoon missed it, still pissed about the blond interrupting your night. You hesitated, watching the way Jimin started to lose his confidence with every passing second.
After who knows how long he whispered something, looking down at the floor. It was so quiet you couldn't put it together, but whatever it was made his face flush a bright red.
"Are you jealous?" You finally asked, taking the leap.
Namjoon laughed, cutting himself off the second Jimin replied with a small nod, still not looking up from the seemingly interesting carpet.
His eyes went wide, looking towards you at his friends silent confession. You shrugged, not exactly sure what to do. Thankfully you didn't have to think for long before Jimin spoke again.
"Not fair he gets to kiss you both, I would've if you asked me." He finally looked up, the pout on his face was pathetic, fitting his tone perfectly.
"Did more than that Jimin." Namjoon whispers, clearly not realizing he's thinking aloud.
Jimin gasped, turning towards you with a shocked expression. His eyes flickered between the two of you, putting the new information together slowly in his head.
Thankfully he was almost an open book, you could tell just how he was feeling about the new information just by looking at him. Despite the dramatics he seemed genuinely upset, it was causing your head to spin a bit, the idea of him so distraught over not being the one to kiss you, or Namjoon really.
You'd talked, after the night with Yoongi, about the other members. In Namjoons mind there weren't really any no's for you as long as he was there.
The entire night sparked something in him more so than he expected. He'd enjoyed the dynamic, watching how different you were with Yoongi than you were with him. It didn't take long for him to admit that he'd be more than willing with the others if the situation arises.
Maybe he's too pissed off about his book being interrupted to realize, but this seems like the perfect opportunity to say the situation is right in front of us.
You glanced at him for a split second, smiling just enough to warn him, even if he didn't catch on.
Jimin gasped the second you pressed your lips against his. It was a soft, barely there kiss, but it was enough. He whined as you pulled away, trying to reach for you to continue it.
"Joonie." A sing-song tone pulling his focus solely to you.
"You want me to kiss him?" He asked, voice a bit strained at the idea.
That wasn't something you'd talked about in depth, he had been ignoring the fact that he had kissed the other man throughout most of the talks.
It wasn't like he hated the idea, you could tell by the way his pupils went dark at the suggestion. It was more just something he didn't want to admit he liked, at least that was your take on it. But he'd do it for you, that was his justification, but you couldn't complain.
"He wanted to kiss both of us…" You trailed off.
Jimin nodded in agreement, his excitement at the idea evident in the intensity of it. He kept looking between you both, trying to decipher what the silent glances meant.
You almost laughed as the blond shuffled closer to you, looking up at the other man with what you imagined was a similar expression to your own.
After a few seconds it worked, Namjoon leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You smiled against him, the familiar feeling comforting. He didn't want to pull away, mimicking Jimins whine as you did.
He waited for a minute, eyes fixed on you. Eventually his gaze turned to the bouncing man next to you. He was watching every movement, teeth sunk into his bottom lip so deep you were worried he might start bleeding.
"You want this?" Namjoon asked him in a hushed tone.
"Want everything." Jimin whispered, stealing a glance at you before turning back.
It was hard to tell which one of them gasped when their lips finally met. You wouldn't be shocked if the noise came from you even.
They both seemed hesitant, lips barely pressed together and as much space as possible between the two of them. Yet, you could see the way Jimins breath stopped and Namjoons sped up.
When they pulled apart they both looked towards you, different expressions covering their features. Namjoons nerves had settled some, but the slight curve of his lips told you they were still prevalent in his head. Jimin somehow seemed more eager than before, eyes wide and shrouded in sheer desperation.
"You can say no." You broke the silence, looking towards your boyfriend.
Namjoon laughed, the last bit of hesitation falling off his face leaving the confident smirk in its place. The blonds eyes flickered over to him for a second before returning to you, which only made his laughter louder.
"You know, we only slept with Yoongi to help him not be so stressed out before tour." His voice was back to the smooth one you were used to, yet every word was directed at Jimin. "Don't know if this meets those requirements." He tsked, sending a wink in your direction.
"I'm stressed too!" Jimin whined dramatically. "I'm so stressed hyung, might not be able to dance tomorrow it's so bad." He ended his words with a pout, trying to use the puppy eyes technique to his advantage.
"You're being dramatic." Namjoon scoffed, coming to sit next to you on the bed.
You had both men on either side of you, so close you could hear their breaths and the different speeds they were at. The largers hand rested itself on your thigh, intention evident by how high up it was. The others hands were resting in his lap, fidgeting slightly as the moments passed by.
"I am stressed, there's a lot of pressure." The flirtatious attitude dropped from the blond for a moment.
"I know, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that." Namjoon sighed, leaning over you to be closer to him. "I was trying to be like, teasing you know? Didn't exactly have time to prepare for this." You chuckled, watching Jimins face soften.
"I think if you ask nicely for our help, we could relive a lot of that stress." You spoke up, trying to spin the conversation back to the tension filling the air.
You could see Namjoon nod in agreement, the grip he had on your thigh tightening. Jimin smiled at you, nodding before taking a deep breath.
"I'll do whatever you want." Jimin whispered, his eyes burning your own. "Please." His eyes flicked to the other man at the quiet plea; you didn't have to look at your boyfriend to know it worked.
You quickly pulled Jimin into you, pressing your lips against his, rougher than before. He gasped, frozen for only a moment before his brain caught up with the moment and his lips moved smoothly against yours.
It didn't take long for your hand to find the base of his neck, fingers sliding upward to tangle in the long hair. Jimins own hand rested softly against your cheek, holding you steady against him the best he could.
Namjoon shifted next to you, hand sliding along your arm until it was residing above your hand in the blond hair. The act caused Jimin to gasp against your lips, allowing you to push your tongue past them with ease.
"God you look stunning." Namjoon groaned, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Can tell you're desperate for this." You knew he was talking about you, but part of you hoped the words related to Jimin as well.
Your heavy breathing mixed together as you pulled away for air, a smirk spreading across Jimins face almost made yours stop. You heard Namjoon chuckle behind you, his hand moving back towards you.
Both of his hands landed on your waist within seconds, pulling you onto his lap with ease. Your back was pressed against his chest, his grip tight as he shuffled you both further into the bed until his own was against the headboard.
Jimin followed mindlessly, sitting on his knees a few feet in front of you both with wide eyes. He seemed to lock eyes with the man behind you before moving.
His hand slowly made its way to your knee, watching your eyes the moment it made contact. When you didn't react, it carefully moved higher, sliding across the soft fabric of your pajamas before pausing on your inner thigh the second your breath caught.
He leaned back into you, pressing his lips against yours once more. He led the kiss this time, attempting to take a bit of the control from you.
Namjoons lips soon landed on your neck, making you whine into the kiss. Large hands slid around your waist, slipping underneath the loose shirt with determination. Slowly, he lifted the shirt further up your torso until both men had to pull away from you to lift it off fully.
"Oh shit." Jimin whispered, snapping his head to the side to try and advert his gaze from your now exposed chest.
"You can look." You giggled, reaching your hand out to the blonds cheek, turning his face towards you.
"Can touch too." Namjoon snidely remarked, one of his hands moving up to cup your left breast in example.
Jimins eyes shifted towards you, seemingly for approval despite your words. You nodded, using your hand to guide his lips back towards yours as his own slowly moved up your stomach until it grazed against your right breast.
Namjoon quickly went back to your neck, lips relentless against the sensitive skin. He groaned into you as your hips shifted against him.
"Your skin is so soft." Jimin whispered, lips now hovering over yours as he caught his breath.
"Thank you baby." You replied, holding back a laugh as he beamed at the name.
He started to become restless, almost bouncing in his spot. The hand he had resting on your thigh started to twitch, daring to move higher.
"Think Jimins getting impatient joon." Namjoon hums in agreement, nipping at your neck before pulling away.
His hand slid to your thigh, fully encasing Jimins with ease. You could feel his chin rest on your shoulder, staring at the other man as he slowly moved his hand closer to your covered core.
"Jimins always impatient." He tsked, you could hear the smirk in his voice. "He's so pretty isn't he?" He asked in hushed tone, but by the way Jimins face turned red you were sure he heard him too.
"What do you want to do?" You asked Namjoon, refusing to pull your gaze away from the blond.
"Whatever you want, just like he said." Confirming that he could hear him, Jimin nodded, repeating the words eagerly.
Silence filled the room as you thought about what that meant. You were used to Namjoon guiding you, having long drawn out talks before hand, and it only being the two of you. This was still new, and Jimin isn't Yoongi, in any aspect. You might as well have never done this before.
It didn't help that you couldn't stop staring at him, it was starting to become a problem. The long blond hair framed his face perfectly and he was looking at you as if you were a fucking goddess or something, it was overwhelming and bordering on nauseating.
You felt like you knew what they both wanted, or at least had the general idea. The spot where their hands were splayed felt like it was on fire. You wanted them there, but part of you wanted to test how far their words would really go.
Much to the disappointment of both men you moved yourself off of Namjoons lap, causing their hands to fall onto the mattress below. You didn't go far, sitting yourself next to Jimin. It took you a second, but you decided to be blunt in your words, the tension in the room starting to make you squirm.
"I want to suck him off, help me?" You wanted to take the words back the second they left you, but your rampantly anxious thoughts were cut off.
"Fuck yes." Jimin groaned, much louder than your original question.
"Well now I feel left out." Namjoon chuckled, a curious look on his face at Jimins words.
You leaned in closer to him, lips hovering over his for a moment. It took everything in you to not kiss him, knowing you'd get lost in him as always.
"Trust me, please." The words were barely audible, but he had heard them. He whispered an of course, realizing your tone was more serious than anything. "Tell me if it's too far."
He didn't question you as you pulled away, despite the obvious want on his face. He followed along as you led him towards the edge of the bed, lifting his hips slightly allowing you to pull his pants and underwear off and onto the floor. He had a grin plastered on his face as you sunk down onto the floor, knees landing on the discarded material.
You pressed your lips against his inner thigh, slowly kissing your way closer to the base of his cock. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin watching; Namjoon seemed oblivious to it, all of his focus on your movement.
That was until the blond moved, maneuvering himself down onto floor beside you. He shuffled closer, stopping once his leg was flush against yours.
It was clear the second it clicked in the larger man's head, his eyes went wide and shot towards you with question. Once you nodded, a bit too excited for the confident persona you were trying, he cursed under his breath.
"Fuck, okay—shit." The last word came out in a groan as Jimins hand rested above his knee, fingers daring to move higher.
"Its okay, right hyung?" Jimin said, his voice almost siren like. "It was her idea."
Namjoon narrowed his eyes, keeping them on you as you continued pressing barely there kisses against the heated skin, his cock twitching right next to your cheek.
"You're evil." He whispered.
You didn't reply, instead, you pulled back and turned to the other man. Jimin seemed to know what you wanted, leaning forward until his lips clashed with yours.
The kiss was messy, its only purpose being to put on a show for Namjoon. Based on the faint sounds forcing their way out, it was working.
Once you caught your bearings you wrapped your hand around him, slowly dragging your hand along the growing shaft making the man hiss as your thumb brushed against the tip.
When you had to pull away for air, Jimin quickly reached for your slow moving hand. He pulled it towards him, making Namjoon whine above the two of you.
To the shock of you both, he unfolded your hand, bringing your palm inches away from his lips. He pressed a kiss into the skin before running his tongue along your hand. Without pulling away he let the saliva pooling in his mouth drip onto your hand in some sort of fucked up power play.
You watched with wide eyes as he guided your hand back towards Namjoon, closing your grip around him and moving your hand until you resumed on your own.
Impatience clearly growing once again, Jimin wasted no time. His tongue ran across the head of Namjoons cock, running against your hand as it reached.
"Oh fuck." Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back before digging his hands into the sheets.
You heard Jimin giggle as he continued. He looked towards you, raising his eyebrows in question. It took a moment to realize he was trying to get you to join him, just like you said earlier.
Namjoon groaned when you pulled your hand off, repeating the noise when Jimin sat back on his heels. There was a complaint on the tip of his tongue, only stopped by you mimicking the other man's previous action.
A whine resonated next to you, much closer than you realized. Jimin moved impossibly closer to you, watching the way you ran your tongue along your boyfriends cock.
Namjoon shuttered above the both of you as Jimins tongue joined yours, awkwardly clashing together. You managed to look up at him for a moment; his eyes were practically bulging at the display.
The sheer look of desperation that was spreading across him had any ounce of awkwardness leave your mind. You made your way to the head, wrapping your lips around it with ease.
Namjoons hand shot to your scalp, threading through your hair but not applying pressure, managing to hold himself back. You felt his grip increase slightly when you moved back, resting it against your lips now.
Jimin moved closer, pressing his lips against yours, not letting Namjoons cock fall. It was a mess, you could feel spit sliding down your chin as you tried to maintain the kiss.
"How—fuck this is insane." Namjoon said, words split between moans as Jimin laughed against your lips.
Namjoons hips bucked forward almost uncontrollably, cock gliding between the messy kiss with ease. He did it a few times before a deep groan echoed through the room.
Suddenly the soft hand had a tight grip, pulling a gasp out of you as he dragged you off of him. Your eyes shot open, watching as Jimin didn't stop despite your lips disappearing. It felt like hours, the view of the blond running seemingly on autopilot as his lips closed fully around Namjoon while trying to catch your own breath.
It was more like seconds before the hand not still gripping your hair ran through the blonds, pulling him off in a way similar to you. Jimin whined, contradicting the grin that he shot up at the man.
"You're no fun." He whined.
Namjoon glared at him, tightening his grip for a split second before dropping all together. The moment his hair was free Jimin was crawling towards you. Just as you managed to breath normally his lips crashed against yours once again, at this point you couldn't keep count.
His hands flew to you, one gripping your waist as he pulled you closer almost causing you to lose your balance. The other slid up the nape of your neck, fingertips brushing against Namjoons palm.
"I'm starting to think you only came in here to kiss my girlfriend." Namjoon laughed above the two of you.
Jimin pulled away with a hum, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes kept flickering down to your lips, the temptation to reignite the kiss evident in his features.
"That was the idea." He pressed a quick peck against your lips before pulling back. "Didn't think it'd go this far, Yoongi-hyungs story didn't go this far."
"Are you complaining?" You asked, sarcasm lacing the words.
"I'm not stupid." He quipped back, standing up in front of you. "You're both hot as fuck."
Having to look up at both men had your head spinning. Namjoon looked wrecked, his cock red and leaking against his stomach, staining his shirt; while Jimins was twitching beneath the confining fabric of his pants.
"If thats what you want." Namjoon started, pulling his shirt off effortlessly. He motioned you towards him, eventually pulling you flush against him. "Then you can just do that, yeah?"
Jimin frowned, following his friends motion and tossing his own shirt onto the floor, soon followed by his pants. You had to force your eyes away from the new expanse of skin, looking up just to see the puppy eyes staring back at you.
"Sounds like you have an idea." You whispered, leaning towards Namjoon, grazing your hand down his chest.
He hummed, arm sliding around your waist. Mimicking earlier, he pulled you with him as he moved towards the middle of the bed. His hand slid beneath your waistband, urging your hips up as he pushed the both pieces fabric down your legs. He reached down grabbing them in one hand before throwing them at Jimin with a laugh.
"If he wants to kiss you so bad, he can do so while you ride my face. Best of both worlds right?" The question wasn't for you, even if his eyes were trailing down your chest.
Jimin whined again, somehow louder this time. He quickly climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees a few feet away from you both. He didn't answer, but you could tell he agreed by the way his cock twitched.
Namjoon helped you as you positioned yourself above him, knees on either side of his head digging into the mattress. Jimin watched with baited breath as you slowly moved down, soaked cunt hovering barely an inch above the other mans face.
He was quick to pull you down the rest of the way, tongue flattening against your clit instantly. You gasped, hand reaching down to grip Namjoons hair as a half assed attempt to slow him. All it did was make him moan into you, the vibrations almost knocking you over.
His hands wrapped around your thighs, digging short nails into the skin to hold you close. You were a constant mess of moans as he continued to lap at your hole like a man starved. He was always like this, despite the years together you were still confused on how he managed to breath in his crazed state.
Jimin eventually moved closer to you, finding his spot next to you on the bed. His hand rested against your cheek, turning your head to face him before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was a disaster but he didn't seem to mind, your moans were swallowed by him, his lips still moving against yours even when yours stilled.
His hand started to trail along your torso, mapping every inch of skin under his fingertips. He didn't seem to have a plan, never staying in one place for too long, but it didn't matter. You felt on fire, your thighs starting to burn with every passing second.
Your hand started to do the same, an embarassing whine leaving you as you grazed past his abs. You went lower, not stopping until you were able to wrap your hand around the base of his cock. Jimin moaned, breaking the kiss as he threw his head back in pleasure. You wanted to laugh, the slightest touch causing such a reaction was almost hilarious, but the man beneath you wrapped his lips around your clit before you could.
"Fuck!" You yelled, falling forward slightly. Jimins hand caught you, holding you up until you could do so on your own once again. "Thank you." You whispered, leaning your head against his.
He smiled, resuming the kiss at a much slower pace. He moaned as you started to move your hand against him, thumb running along his tip at the end of every pass. You fell into almost perfect unision, his hips bucking into your hand, using it to get himself off as you attempted to shift your own against Namjoons mouth with minimal success.
Jimins noises grew louder, muffling your moans. You could feel him getting close, his precum spreading across your hand easing each stroke of your hand.
It didn't take long before his head was thrown back, a loud moan echoing through the room. Your hand became covered in him, dripping onto the sheets as it slowed.
The second Jimin quieted down, Namjoon became far more agressive. Before you could comprehend what was happening Namjoon had you laying on your back, his mouth still on your soaked pussy.
You hesitated, almost burying your other hand in his hair, already hearing the complaints if you had made the mistake. Your oragasm started to build, desperation taking over as pleas started to fall out of your mouth.
They only grew louder as Namjoon slowly pushed a finger into your entrance, not waiting long before adding a second one. His tongue swirled around the digits, pushing in along side them for a second before moving back onto your clit.
Looking up you saw Jimin staring down at you, eyes switching between what you imagined to be a wreck of your face, and the view of Namjoon willing suffocating between your thighs.
The last thing you say was the fucked out grin from the blond before your head flew back, a wave crashing over you as you came on Namjoons tongue.
"God—fuck joonie too much." You groaned, pushing him away from you with all the strength you could muster.
He followed your lead, allowing himself to be pushed away from your pussy. The bottom half of his face shined agaisnt the bright lights, making a bubble of embarrassment build in your chest.
It was soon squashed when he turned towards the other man. He had a smirk on his face, bringing his fingers up to his lips, swirling his tongue around them before speaking.
"Wanna taste her?" The comment made you cringe slightly, but it seemed to work wonder for Jimin.
"Please hyung." Came the small whimper, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he waited for Namjoons move.
He didn't have to wait long, the hand that was a mess was sliding through Jimins hair, not having the same worries as you. The leverage allowed him to pull the blond closer, smashing his lips against his with no hesitation.
It was less like a kiss and more like a battle. Their tongues pushed against one another, muffling Jimins whines as he tasted you on the other man's.
Smaller hands ran across Namjoons chest, lost in their path but determined either way. You watched as he shivered at the slight brush against one of nipples, cock twitching subtly.
It continued lower, finding its way to his cock and carefully wrapped around the sensitive shaft. Namjoon groaned, hips shifting before pulling away from the kiss.
"Don't." He grunted, guiding Jimins hand off of him.
You could see the look of protest on his face, one you agreed with, knowing he was the only one who hadn't gotten off yet.
"But-" Jimin started, getting cut off by your flushing partner.
"Too close." Namjoon sighed, taking a second to catch his breath before he continued. "Want to fuck her while you two kiss, didn't have the best view of it earlier."
"It was your idea." You said under your breath sarcastically.
"And it was a great one, one of my favorites." He smirked. "Doesn't change that I want to watch you two together."
"I like that idea." Jimin pipped in, face still flush.
"Shocking." You laughed, falling back onto the pillows from your half seated position.
Jimin followed you, ignoring the awkward wet spots on the sheets as he laid down next you to. Resting on his side his hand slid across your stomach, head burying itself in your shoulder.
Namjoon hovered over you, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead before trailing his lips further down. Once he reached your other shoulder, one of his hands grazed over your cunt, pausing for a moment at the jump of shock from you.
Soon his fingers were back, pushing inside of you slowly. His lips continued across heated skin, tongue flicking against one of your nipples on its path. The pleasure started to build again, whines leaving you at the slow pace.
"Give me your hand." Namjoon muttered into your skin.
Just as you were about to do so, his free hand absentmindedly reached towards Jimins. He allowed Namjoon to guide his hand across your waist.
You could feel his breath quicken against your neck as they inched closer to your core. Your back arched the second Jimins fingertips glided across your clit.
"You're so wet." He whispered, sliding down to where Namjoons fingers still pumped into you.
Your boyfriend tsked, the grip on the others wrist pulling his hand up until he was positioned over your clit again.
"Stay. Play with her a bit." Namjoons voice was dropped than before, making a shiver run through you.
Jimin listened, his fingers mindlessly rubbed your clit. The pressure had a loud moan rip through you.
"Good boy." You mumbled, not focused on the words leaving you.
He was however. You felt the way his breath stopped for a moment as he dug himself deeper into the crook of your neck. Namjoon laughed at the display, making Jimin whine even more.
"Yeah? You like that?" Jimin nodded, refusing to look at him. "Gonna react like that if I say it too, or it is an exclusive." The chuckle towards the end made the man groan against you.
"You too." He replied, lifiting his head up enough to look at him.
"Be a good boy and and keep rubbing her clit like that while I fuck her, can you do that?"
"Can still kiss her right?" Jimin asked instantly, making you laugh.
"I'd be sad if you didn't." You turned your head towards him, awkwardly kissing his forehead.
Namjoon made an odd sound, like a mix of affection and annoyance all in one. You didn't have much time to dwell on it; seconds later he pulled his fingers out, sitting up so his torso was on full display.
He shuffled towards you, spreading your thighs further and slotting himself between them. His hand gripped the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance.
A look of question crossed his face, directed towards you. All he needed was a nod before he slowly pushed the tip into you, pausing for a second at the stretch.
"All that and you're still so tight baby." He groaned, suddenly gripping your waist with both hands.
You moaned as he pushed further, slow moving until his hips were flush with the back of your thighs. Jimins fingers still pressed against your clit, movement slower than before but still present.
It took him a second to gather himself, eyes fixated on the spot where you and Namjoon were flush together. Once he did, he turned towards you, doing just as Namjoon wanted earlier and pressed his lips against yours.
The position was awkward. Jimin was half above you, resting on his elbow while you were flat against the mattress, only propped up by the horribly flat pillow that the house had. You were straining to maintain the kiss, ignoring the way Jimin's arm shook every so often.
Namjoon pulled out once you both had a rhythm within the kiss before harshly thrusting back into you, almost throwing the entire thing off with a laugh, something he was doing way too much you thought. Thankfully Jimin managed to stay balanced at the sudden shift, groaning into the kiss as his arm twisted slightly underneath him.
You wanted to throw out some half assed comment about him potentially injuring the man the night before a concert, but you couldn't manage to get a word out between the two of them. It was a constant competition for your focus, your mind couldn't keep up with the overwhelming stimulation.
"You look—fuck god— look so fucking hot like this." Namjoon spoke, words breaking between groans. "Kinda fucked up isn't it, I'm enjoying this shit far more than I should." You whined when Jimin pulled away to reply despite the words being directed towards you in the first place.
"Great leaders share hyung, nothing wrong with it." His tone was genuine, casting reassurance to something that didn't really need it in the moment, the comment only made for his enjoyment anyhow.
Namjoon hummed above you, hips still slamming against yours with no care. No matter how cute the words were, every thrust mixed with the steadily increasing movement of the blonds finger had you barreling towards the edge.
Pulling a gasp out of him, you slid your hand through his hair and pulled, hard, back down to your lips. He quickly reciprocated, giggling into the kiss as you held your grip, tightening and relaxing between thrusts.
"She's close, can feel her— god you guys look so hot." He rambled, struggling to keep his pace.
Jimin didn't respond with more than a hum that was swallowed by your mouth, far too focused on you to process what was being said. He stayed pressed against you as your orgasm washed over you again, tongue still pushing into your mouth as if you were still doing the same.
"So pretty." Jimin whispered, pulling away from your lips enough to let you catch your breath and stilling his hand.
Namjoon continued his now sporadic thrusts, tightening his grip on your waist. You whined as over sensitivity grew, earning muttered reassurances from both men.
"Hurry up." Jimin said, turning his head to scold your boyfriend.
"What do you—shit—think I'm trying to do?" Namjoon groaned, throwing a glare towards the blond. "She'd tell me if it hurt, I know her limits." He said, a strict tone taking over.
Jimin scoffed, glaring at him before turning back to you with a soft smile. He peppered kisses across your face, whispering praises with every one. You giggled with each one, small moans breaking through at particularly hard thrusts.
Namjoon leaned forward, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder the blond wasn't blocking. The placement muffled his moans, sending vibrations through you with every one.
Soon his hips faltered, pace falling as he came. You heard mumbled words leave him, jumbled together far too much to even be audible.
You felt him pull out after a few minutes, hissing as he did so. He laid down beside you, arm falling over your waist and attempting to pull you towards him.
His attempted failed, stopped by Jimin who pulled you the opposite direction into his chest, making you laugh at the random possessiveness. Namjoon shifted, sitting up and looking at the blond.
18+ content. MDNI. Please be mindful of what you read
This is part two of my series "Friends help Friends." It can be read as a standalone, there are minimal references towards the first part. For the series overview check out the Masterlist <3
Summary: Namjoon was tired, wanting nothing more than to lay down in bed with you and read his book after the concert. You both were relaxing when the knock on the door pulled your attention. To Namjoons annoyance, Jimins version of relaxation was the opposite of his own.
Includes: Established relationship (Rm&Reader), threesome, Men kiss, oral (reader & M recieving),kissing around dick (idk how to describe it), face sitting, hair pulling, m/m and f/m jerking off, overstim, brat Jimin, clingy Jimin, unprotected PinV, "baby, Good boy, hyung, girlfriend." Praise kink, dry humping, Men bickering/verbally teasing each other.
6.3k words ~ Series Masterlist ~ Regular Masterlist ~ Yoongi
The knock on the room door pulled you out of your phone, Namjoon similarly out of his book. The concert ended hours ago and everyone was supposed to be relaxing in peace before the show the next day.
Namjoon got up, looking though the peephole before sighing and opening the door. Jimin walked in, his baggy shirt hanging off of his shoulder and almost completely hiding the pajama shorts beneath.
He smiled at Namjoon before bee-lining it towards you, practically jumping onto the bed with a grin.
"Did you like the show?" Jimin asked, leaning close to you.
"Of course, you guys were great as always." He giggled, the high pitched noise bringing a smile to your face.
Namjoon looked annoyed, obviously confused why the other man was being ridiculously cute with you so late after a long show. Not like you minded. He stayed by the door, almost like he was waiting for Jimin to leave.
He didn't, of course. Staying close to you and giggling at random things on your phone with you. You tried to give him an apologetic look, but his annoyance wasn't directed towards you.
"Okay what do you want." Namjoon finally spoke, walking over to you both.
Jimin looked up at him, a clearly fake confused look on his face. He looked back towards you, shuffling impossibly closer before responding.
"Am I not allowed to hang out with my friends?" He pouted, putting on one of his better performances.
Namjoon glared at him, standing directly in front of the bed. They both just looked at each other, the tension filling the room with silence. Truthfully it felt like the cusp of an argument, you knew your boyfriend had wanted to relax and Jimin wasn't helping at the moment.
Jimin sighed, giving up the silent battle. He turned to look at you, a dangerous look growing on his face as he ignored the other man. He leaned towards you, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered what he seemingly wanted.
"Who's a better kisser? Namjoon or Yoongi?" Dropping the honorifics in his question.
You laughed, because of course you did. It was clearly a joke question based purely on how much time the two have been spending together. There was no possible way he knew.
"Why are you laughing?" He asked, a small pout forming.
"That's a crazy question Minnie." You continued laughing, trying to keep yourself calm.
Jimin huffed dramatically. Falling onto the bed as he did. Clearly not getting the answer he wanted.
Namjoon looked at the both of you in confusion, brows furrowed, hating to be left out of the conversation. You shrugged, still laughing out of awkwardness.
After a few seconds Jimin suddenly turned, looking at Namjoon with a new glint in his eyes. Before you could stop him, Jimin repeated the question to your boyfriend, switching out his name for yours.
His eyes went wide for all of three seconds before his face dropped. He turned to lock the door before walking back over to the bed.
"How?" Namjoon asked with a slight scowl.
"Yoongi-hyung was talking about you both, way too happy. So I guessed." His voice was chipper, as if he was discussing something entirely different.
"You guessed that I kissed Yoongi?" Namjoon scoffed, acting like he wasn't just figured out.
"I guessed that she kissed Yoongi." He corrected, smirking at the older man like he won. "Now I know that you did."
Jimin looked back at you for a split second with a smile before turning back. You could tell the fact that Jimin knew part of it was making Namjoon nervous, his fingers were starting to fidget with the edge of his shirt.
"Jimin you're being mean." You spoke up, moving yourself closer to your boyfriend. He nodded quickly in agreement, side eying his friend. "Did you come here to laugh or for something else?"
He pouted, trying to play up the puppy dog eye effect to no avail. If you hadn't been laying such close attention to him you would've missed it, the slight flash of anxiety across his face.
Namjoon missed it, still pissed about the blond interrupting your night. You hesitated, watching the way Jimin started to lose his confidence with every passing second.
After who knows how long he whispered something, looking down at the floor. It was so quiet you couldn't put it together, but whatever it was made his face flush a bright red.
"Are you jealous?" You finally asked, taking the leap.
Namjoon laughed, cutting himself off the second Jimin replied with a small nod, still not looking up from the seemingly interesting carpet.
His eyes went wide, looking towards you at his friends silent confession. You shrugged, not exactly sure what to do. Thankfully you didn't have to think for long before Jimin spoke again.
"Not fair he gets to kiss you both, I would've if you asked me." He finally looked up, the pout on his face was pathetic, fitting his tone perfectly.
"Did more than that Jimin." Namjoon whispers, clearly not realizing he's thinking aloud.
Jimin gasped, turning towards you with a shocked expression. His eyes flickered between the two of you, putting the new information together slowly in his head.
Thankfully he was almost an open book, you could tell just how he was feeling about the new information just by looking at him. Despite the dramatics he seemed genuinely upset, it was causing your head to spin a bit, the idea of him so distraught over not being the one to kiss you, or Namjoon really.
You'd talked, after the night with Yoongi, about the other members. In Namjoons mind there weren't really any no's for you as long as he was there.
The entire night sparked something in him more so than he expected. He'd enjoyed the dynamic, watching how different you were with Yoongi than you were with him. It didn't take long for him to admit that he'd be more than willing with the others if the situation arises.
Maybe he's too pissed off about his book being interrupted to realize, but this seems like the perfect opportunity to say the situation is right in front of us.
You glanced at him for a split second, smiling just enough to warn him, even if he didn't catch on.
Jimin gasped the second you pressed your lips against his. It was a soft, barely there kiss, but it was enough. He whined as you pulled away, trying to reach for you to continue it.
"Joonie." A sing-song tone pulling his focus solely to you.
"You want me to kiss him?" He asked, voice a bit strained at the idea.
That wasn't something you'd talked about in depth, he had been ignoring the fact that he had kissed the other man throughout most of the talks.
It wasn't like he hated the idea, you could tell by the way his pupils went dark at the suggestion. It was more just something he didn't want to admit he liked, at least that was your take on it. But he'd do it for you, that was his justification, but you couldn't complain.
"He wanted to kiss both of us…" You trailed off.
Jimin nodded in agreement, his excitement at the idea evident in the intensity of it. He kept looking between you both, trying to decipher what the silent glances meant.
You almost laughed as the blond shuffled closer to you, looking up at the other man with what you imagined was a similar expression to your own.
After a few seconds it worked, Namjoon leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You smiled against him, the familiar feeling comforting. He didn't want to pull away, mimicking Jimins whine as you did.
He waited for a minute, eyes fixed on you. Eventually his gaze turned to the bouncing man next to you. He was watching every movement, teeth sunk into his bottom lip so deep you were worried he might start bleeding.
"You want this?" Namjoon asked him in a hushed tone.
"Want everything." Jimin whispered, stealing a glance at you before turning back.
It was hard to tell which one of them gasped when their lips finally met. You wouldn't be shocked if the noise came from you even.
They both seemed hesitant, lips barely pressed together and as much space as possible between the two of them. Yet, you could see the way Jimins breath stopped and Namjoons sped up.
When they pulled apart they both looked towards you, different expressions covering their features. Namjoons nerves had settled some, but the slight curve of his lips told you they were still prevalent in his head. Jimin somehow seemed more eager than before, eyes wide and shrouded in sheer desperation.
"You can say no." You broke the silence, looking towards your boyfriend.
Namjoon laughed, the last bit of hesitation falling off his face leaving the confident smirk in its place. The blonds eyes flickered over to him for a second before returning to you, which only made his laughter louder.
"You know, we only slept with Yoongi to help him not be so stressed out before tour." His voice was back to the smooth one you were used to, yet every word was directed at Jimin. "Don't know if this meets those requirements." He tsked, sending a wink in your direction.
"I'm stressed too!" Jimin whined dramatically. "I'm so stressed hyung, might not be able to dance tomorrow it's so bad." He ended his words with a pout, trying to use the puppy eyes technique to his advantage.
"You're being dramatic." Namjoon scoffed, coming to sit next to you on the bed.
You had both men on either side of you, so close you could hear their breaths and the different speeds they were at. The largers hand rested itself on your thigh, intention evident by how high up it was. The others hands were resting in his lap, fidgeting slightly as the moments passed by.
"I am stressed, there's a lot of pressure." The flirtatious attitude dropped from the blond for a moment.
"I know, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that." Namjoon sighed, leaning over you to be closer to him. "I was trying to be like, teasing you know? Didn't exactly have time to prepare for this." You chuckled, watching Jimins face soften.
"I think if you ask nicely for our help, we could relive a lot of that stress." You spoke up, trying to spin the conversation back to the tension filling the air.
You could see Namjoon nod in agreement, the grip he had on your thigh tightening. Jimin smiled at you, nodding before taking a deep breath.
"I'll do whatever you want." Jimin whispered, his eyes burning your own. "Please." His eyes flicked to the other man at the quiet plea; you didn't have to look at your boyfriend to know it worked.
You quickly pulled Jimin into you, pressing your lips against his, rougher than before. He gasped, frozen for only a moment before his brain caught up with the moment and his lips moved smoothly against yours.
It didn't take long for your hand to find the base of his neck, fingers sliding upward to tangle in the long hair. Jimins own hand rested softly against your cheek, holding you steady against him the best he could.
Namjoon shifted next to you, hand sliding along your arm until it was residing above your hand in the blond hair. The act caused Jimin to gasp against your lips, allowing you to push your tongue past them with ease.
"God you look stunning." Namjoon groaned, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Can tell you're desperate for this." You knew he was talking about you, but part of you hoped the words related to Jimin as well.
Your heavy breathing mixed together as you pulled away for air, a smirk spreading across Jimins face almost made yours stop. You heard Namjoon chuckle behind you, his hand moving back towards you.
Both of his hands landed on your waist within seconds, pulling you onto his lap with ease. Your back was pressed against his chest, his grip tight as he shuffled you both further into the bed until his own was against the headboard.
Jimin followed mindlessly, sitting on his knees a few feet in front of you both with wide eyes. He seemed to lock eyes with the man behind you before moving.
His hand slowly made its way to your knee, watching your eyes the moment it made contact. When you didn't react, it carefully moved higher, sliding across the soft fabric of your pajamas before pausing on your inner thigh the second your breath caught.
He leaned back into you, pressing his lips against yours once more. He led the kiss this time, attempting to take a bit of the control from you.
Namjoons lips soon landed on your neck, making you whine into the kiss. Large hands slid around your waist, slipping underneath the loose shirt with determination. Slowly, he lifted the shirt further up your torso until both men had to pull away from you to lift it off fully.
"Oh shit." Jimin whispered, snapping his head to the side to try and advert his gaze from your now exposed chest.
"You can look." You giggled, reaching your hand out to the blonds cheek, turning his face towards you.
"Can touch too." Namjoon snidely remarked, one of his hands moving up to cup your left breast in example.
Jimins eyes shifted towards you, seemingly for approval despite your words. You nodded, using your hand to guide his lips back towards yours as his own slowly moved up your stomach until it grazed against your right breast.
Namjoon quickly went back to your neck, lips relentless against the sensitive skin. He groaned into you as your hips shifted against him.
"Your skin is so soft." Jimin whispered, lips now hovering over yours as he caught his breath.
"Thank you baby." You replied, holding back a laugh as he beamed at the name.
He started to become restless, almost bouncing in his spot. The hand he had resting on your thigh started to twitch, daring to move higher.
"Think Jimins getting impatient joon." Namjoon hums in agreement, nipping at your neck before pulling away.
His hand slid to your thigh, fully encasing Jimins with ease. You could feel his chin rest on your shoulder, staring at the other man as he slowly moved his hand closer to your covered core.
"Jimins always impatient." He tsked, you could hear the smirk in his voice. "He's so pretty isn't he?" He asked in hushed tone, but by the way Jimins face turned red you were sure he heard him too.
"What do you want to do?" You asked Namjoon, refusing to pull your gaze away from the blond.
"Whatever you want, just like he said." Confirming that he could hear him, Jimin nodded, repeating the words eagerly.
Silence filled the room as you thought about what that meant. You were used to Namjoon guiding you, having long drawn out talks before hand, and it only being the two of you. This was still new, and Jimin isn't Yoongi, in any aspect. You might as well have never done this before.
It didn't help that you couldn't stop staring at him, it was starting to become a problem. The long blond hair framed his face perfectly and he was looking at you as if you were a fucking goddess or something, it was overwhelming and bordering on nauseating.
You felt like you knew what they both wanted, or at least had the general idea. The spot where their hands were splayed felt like it was on fire. You wanted them there, but part of you wanted to test how far their words would really go.
Much to the disappointment of both men you moved yourself off of Namjoons lap, causing their hands to fall onto the mattress below. You didn't go far, sitting yourself next to Jimin. It took you a second, but you decided to be blunt in your words, the tension in the room starting to make you squirm.
"I want to suck him off, help me?" You wanted to take the words back the second they left you, but your rampantly anxious thoughts were cut off.
"Fuck yes." Jimin groaned, much louder than your original question.
"Well now I feel left out." Namjoon chuckled, a curious look on his face at Jimins words.
You leaned in closer to him, lips hovering over his for a moment. It took everything in you to not kiss him, knowing you'd get lost in him as always.
"Trust me, please." The words were barely audible, but he had heard them. He whispered an of course, realizing your tone was more serious than anything. "Tell me if it's too far."
He didn't question you as you pulled away, despite the obvious want on his face. He followed along as you led him towards the edge of the bed, lifting his hips slightly allowing you to pull his pants and underwear off and onto the floor. He had a grin plastered on his face as you sunk down onto the floor, knees landing on the discarded material.
You pressed your lips against his inner thigh, slowly kissing your way closer to the base of his cock. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin watching; Namjoon seemed oblivious to it, all of his focus on your movement.
That was until the blond moved, maneuvering himself down onto floor beside you. He shuffled closer, stopping once his leg was flush against yours.
It was clear the second it clicked in the larger man's head, his eyes went wide and shot towards you with question. Once you nodded, a bit too excited for the confident persona you were trying, he cursed under his breath.
"Fuck, okay—shit." The last word came out in a groan as Jimins hand rested above his knee, fingers daring to move higher.
"Its okay, right hyung?" Jimin said, his voice almost siren like. "It was her idea."
Namjoon narrowed his eyes, keeping them on you as you continued pressing barely there kisses against the heated skin, his cock twitching right next to your cheek.
"You're evil." He whispered.
You didn't reply, instead, you pulled back and turned to the other man. Jimin seemed to know what you wanted, leaning forward until his lips clashed with yours.
The kiss was messy, its only purpose being to put on a show for Namjoon. Based on the faint sounds forcing their way out, it was working.
Once you caught your bearings you wrapped your hand around him, slowly dragging your hand along the growing shaft making the man hiss as your thumb brushed against the tip.
When you had to pull away for air, Jimin quickly reached for your slow moving hand. He pulled it towards him, making Namjoon whine above the two of you.
To the shock of you both, he unfolded your hand, bringing your palm inches away from his lips. He pressed a kiss into the skin before running his tongue along your hand. Without pulling away he let the saliva pooling in his mouth drip onto your hand in some sort of fucked up power play.
You watched with wide eyes as he guided your hand back towards Namjoon, closing your grip around him and moving your hand until you resumed on your own.
Impatience clearly growing once again, Jimin wasted no time. His tongue ran across the head of Namjoons cock, running against your hand as it reached.
"Oh fuck." Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back before digging his hands into the sheets.
You heard Jimin giggle as he continued. He looked towards you, raising his eyebrows in question. It took a moment to realize he was trying to get you to join him, just like you said earlier.
Namjoon groaned when you pulled your hand off, repeating the noise when Jimin sat back on his heels. There was a complaint on the tip of his tongue, only stopped by you mimicking the other man's previous action.
A whine resonated next to you, much closer than you realized. Jimin moved impossibly closer to you, watching the way you ran your tongue along your boyfriends cock.
Namjoon shuttered above the both of you as Jimins tongue joined yours, awkwardly clashing together. You managed to look up at him for a moment; his eyes were practically bulging at the display.
The sheer look of desperation that was spreading across him had any ounce of awkwardness leave your mind. You made your way to the head, wrapping your lips around it with ease.
Namjoons hand shot to your scalp, threading through your hair but not applying pressure, managing to hold himself back. You felt his grip increase slightly when you moved back, resting it against your lips now.
Jimin moved closer, pressing his lips against yours, not letting Namjoons cock fall. It was a mess, you could feel spit sliding down your chin as you tried to maintain the kiss.
"How—fuck this is insane." Namjoon said, words split between moans as Jimin laughed against your lips.
Namjoons hips bucked forward almost uncontrollably, cock gliding between the messy kiss with ease. He did it a few times before a deep groan echoed through the room.
Suddenly the soft hand had a tight grip, pulling a gasp out of you as he dragged you off of him. Your eyes shot open, watching as Jimin didn't stop despite your lips disappearing. It felt like hours, the view of the blond running seemingly on autopilot as his lips closed fully around Namjoon while trying to catch your own breath.
It was more like seconds before the hand not still gripping your hair ran through the blonds, pulling him off in a way similar to you. Jimin whined, contradicting the grin that he shot up at the man.
"You're no fun." He whined.
Namjoon glared at him, tightening his grip for a split second before dropping all together. The moment his hair was free Jimin was crawling towards you. Just as you managed to breath normally his lips crashed against yours once again, at this point you couldn't keep count.
His hands flew to you, one gripping your waist as he pulled you closer almost causing you to lose your balance. The other slid up the nape of your neck, fingertips brushing against Namjoons palm.
"I'm starting to think you only came in here to kiss my girlfriend." Namjoon laughed above the two of you.
Jimin pulled away with a hum, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes kept flickering down to your lips, the temptation to reignite the kiss evident in his features.
"That was the idea." He pressed a quick peck against your lips before pulling back. "Didn't think it'd go this far, Yoongi-hyungs story didn't go this far."
"Are you complaining?" You asked, sarcasm lacing the words.
"I'm not stupid." He quipped back, standing up in front of you. "You're both hot as fuck."
Having to look up at both men had your head spinning. Namjoon looked wrecked, his cock red and leaking against his stomach, staining his shirt; while Jimins was twitching beneath the confining fabric of his pants.
"If thats what you want." Namjoon started, pulling his shirt off effortlessly. He motioned you towards him, eventually pulling you flush against him. "Then you can just do that, yeah?"
Jimin frowned, following his friends motion and tossing his own shirt onto the floor, soon followed by his pants. You had to force your eyes away from the new expanse of skin, looking up just to see the puppy eyes staring back at you.
"Sounds like you have an idea." You whispered, leaning towards Namjoon, grazing your hand down his chest.
He hummed, arm sliding around your waist. Mimicking earlier, he pulled you with him as he moved towards the middle of the bed. His hand slid beneath your waistband, urging your hips up as he pushed the both pieces fabric down your legs. He reached down grabbing them in one hand before throwing them at Jimin with a laugh.
"If he wants to kiss you so bad, he can do so while you ride my face. Best of both worlds right?" The question wasn't for you, even if his eyes were trailing down your chest.
Jimin whined again, somehow louder this time. He quickly climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees a few feet away from you both. He didn't answer, but you could tell he agreed by the way his cock twitched.
Namjoon helped you as you positioned yourself above him, knees on either side of his head digging into the mattress. Jimin watched with baited breath as you slowly moved down, soaked cunt hovering barely an inch above the other mans face.
He was quick to pull you down the rest of the way, tongue flattening against your clit instantly. You gasped, hand reaching down to grip Namjoons hair as a half assed attempt to slow him. All it did was make him moan into you, the vibrations almost knocking you over.
His hands wrapped around your thighs, digging short nails into the skin to hold you close. You were a constant mess of moans as he continued to lap at your hole like a man starved. He was always like this, despite the years together you were still confused on how he managed to breath in his crazed state.
Jimin eventually moved closer to you, finding his spot next to you on the bed. His hand rested against your cheek, turning your head to face him before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was a disaster but he didn't seem to mind, your moans were swallowed by him, his lips still moving against yours even when yours stilled.
His hand started to trail along your torso, mapping every inch of skin under his fingertips. He didn't seem to have a plan, never staying in one place for too long, but it didn't matter. You felt on fire, your thighs starting to burn with every passing second.
Your hand started to do the same, an embarassing whine leaving you as you grazed past his abs. You went lower, not stopping until you were able to wrap your hand around the base of his cock. Jimin moaned, breaking the kiss as he threw his head back in pleasure. You wanted to laugh, the slightest touch causing such a reaction was almost hilarious, but the man beneath you wrapped his lips around your clit before you could.
"Fuck!" You yelled, falling forward slightly. Jimins hand caught you, holding you up until you could do so on your own once again. "Thank you." You whispered, leaning your head against his.
He smiled, resuming the kiss at a much slower pace. He moaned as you started to move your hand against him, thumb running along his tip at the end of every pass. You fell into almost perfect unision, his hips bucking into your hand, using it to get himself off as you attempted to shift your own against Namjoons mouth with minimal success.
Jimins noises grew louder, muffling your moans. You could feel him getting close, his precum spreading across your hand easing each stroke of your hand.
It didn't take long before his head was thrown back, a loud moan echoing through the room. Your hand became covered in him, dripping onto the sheets as it slowed.
The second Jimin quieted down, Namjoon became far more agressive. Before you could comprehend what was happening Namjoon had you laying on your back, his mouth still on your soaked pussy.
You hesitated, almost burying your other hand in his hair, already hearing the complaints if you had made the mistake. Your oragasm started to build, desperation taking over as pleas started to fall out of your mouth.
They only grew louder as Namjoon slowly pushed a finger into your entrance, not waiting long before adding a second one. His tongue swirled around the digits, pushing in along side them for a second before moving back onto your clit.
Looking up you saw Jimin staring down at you, eyes switching between what you imagined to be a wreck of your face, and the view of Namjoon willing suffocating between your thighs.
The last thing you say was the fucked out grin from the blond before your head flew back, a wave crashing over you as you came on Namjoons tongue.
"God—fuck joonie too much." You groaned, pushing him away from you with all the strength you could muster.
He followed your lead, allowing himself to be pushed away from your pussy. The bottom half of his face shined agaisnt the bright lights, making a bubble of embarrassment build in your chest.
It was soon squashed when he turned towards the other man. He had a smirk on his face, bringing his fingers up to his lips, swirling his tongue around them before speaking.
"Wanna taste her?" The comment made you cringe slightly, but it seemed to work wonder for Jimin.
"Please hyung." Came the small whimper, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he waited for Namjoons move.
He didn't have to wait long, the hand that was a mess was sliding through Jimins hair, not having the same worries as you. The leverage allowed him to pull the blond closer, smashing his lips against his with no hesitation.
It was less like a kiss and more like a battle. Their tongues pushed against one another, muffling Jimins whines as he tasted you on the other man's.
Smaller hands ran across Namjoons chest, lost in their path but determined either way. You watched as he shivered at the slight brush against one of nipples, cock twitching subtly.
It continued lower, finding its way to his cock and carefully wrapped around the sensitive shaft. Namjoon groaned, hips shifting before pulling away from the kiss.
"Don't." He grunted, guiding Jimins hand off of him.
You could see the look of protest on his face, one you agreed with, knowing he was the only one who hadn't gotten off yet.
"But-" Jimin started, getting cut off by your flushing partner.
"Too close." Namjoon sighed, taking a second to catch his breath before he continued. "Want to fuck her while you two kiss, didn't have the best view of it earlier."
"It was your idea." You said under your breath sarcastically.
"And it was a great one, one of my favorites." He smirked. "Doesn't change that I want to watch you two together."
"I like that idea." Jimin pipped in, face still flush.
"Shocking." You laughed, falling back onto the pillows from your half seated position.
Jimin followed you, ignoring the awkward wet spots on the sheets as he laid down next you to. Resting on his side his hand slid across your stomach, head burying itself in your shoulder.
Namjoon hovered over you, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead before trailing his lips further down. Once he reached your other shoulder, one of his hands grazed over your cunt, pausing for a moment at the jump of shock from you.
Soon his fingers were back, pushing inside of you slowly. His lips continued across heated skin, tongue flicking against one of your nipples on its path. The pleasure started to build again, whines leaving you at the slow pace.
"Give me your hand." Namjoon muttered into your skin.
Just as you were about to do so, his free hand absentmindedly reached towards Jimins. He allowed Namjoon to guide his hand across your waist.
You could feel his breath quicken against your neck as they inched closer to your core. Your back arched the second Jimins fingertips glided across your clit.
"You're so wet." He whispered, sliding down to where Namjoons fingers still pumped into you.
Your boyfriend tsked, the grip on the others wrist pulling his hand up until he was positioned over your clit again.
"Stay. Play with her a bit." Namjoons voice was dropped than before, making a shiver run through you.
Jimin listened, his fingers mindlessly rubbed your clit. The pressure had a loud moan rip through you.
"Good boy." You mumbled, not focused on the words leaving you.
He was however. You felt the way his breath stopped for a moment as he dug himself deeper into the crook of your neck. Namjoon laughed at the display, making Jimin whine even more.
"Yeah? You like that?" Jimin nodded, refusing to look at him. "Gonna react like that if I say it too, or it is an exclusive." The chuckle towards the end made the man groan against you.
"You too." He replied, lifiting his head up enough to look at him.
"Be a good boy and and keep rubbing her clit like that while I fuck her, can you do that?"
"Can still kiss her right?" Jimin asked instantly, making you laugh.
"I'd be sad if you didn't." You turned your head towards him, awkwardly kissing his forehead.
Namjoon made an odd sound, like a mix of affection and annoyance all in one. You didn't have much time to dwell on it; seconds later he pulled his fingers out, sitting up so his torso was on full display.
He shuffled towards you, spreading your thighs further and slotting himself between them. His hand gripped the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance.
A look of question crossed his face, directed towards you. All he needed was a nod before he slowly pushed the tip into you, pausing for a second at the stretch.
"All that and you're still so tight baby." He groaned, suddenly gripping your waist with both hands.
You moaned as he pushed further, slow moving until his hips were flush with the back of your thighs. Jimins fingers still pressed against your clit, movement slower than before but still present.
It took him a second to gather himself, eyes fixated on the spot where you and Namjoon were flush together. Once he did, he turned towards you, doing just as Namjoon wanted earlier and pressed his lips against yours.
The position was awkward. Jimin was half above you, resting on his elbow while you were flat against the mattress, only propped up by the horribly flat pillow that the house had. You were straining to maintain the kiss, ignoring the way Jimin's arm shook every so often.
Namjoon pulled out once you both had a rhythm within the kiss before harshly thrusting back into you, almost throwing the entire thing off with a laugh, something he was doing way too much you thought. Thankfully Jimin managed to stay balanced at the sudden shift, groaning into the kiss as his arm twisted slightly underneath him.
You wanted to throw out some half assed comment about him potentially injuring the man the night before a concert, but you couldn't manage to get a word out between the two of them. It was a constant competition for your focus, your mind couldn't keep up with the overwhelming stimulation.
"You look—fuck god— look so fucking hot like this." Namjoon spoke, words breaking between groans. "Kinda fucked up isn't it, I'm enjoying this shit far more than I should." You whined when Jimin pulled away to reply despite the words being directed towards you in the first place.
"Great leaders share hyung, nothing wrong with it." His tone was genuine, casting reassurance to something that didn't really need it in the moment, the comment only made for his enjoyment anyhow.
Namjoon hummed above you, hips still slamming against yours with no care. No matter how cute the words were, every thrust mixed with the steadily increasing movement of the blonds finger had you barreling towards the edge.
Pulling a gasp out of him, you slid your hand through his hair and pulled, hard, back down to your lips. He quickly reciprocated, giggling into the kiss as you held your grip, tightening and relaxing between thrusts.
"She's close, can feel her— god you guys look so hot." He rambled, struggling to keep his pace.
Jimin didn't respond with more than a hum that was swallowed by your mouth, far too focused on you to process what was being said. He stayed pressed against you as your orgasm washed over you again, tongue still pushing into your mouth as if you were still doing the same.
"So pretty." Jimin whispered, pulling away from your lips enough to let you catch your breath and stilling his hand.
Namjoon continued his now sporadic thrusts, tightening his grip on your waist. You whined as over sensitivity grew, earning muttered reassurances from both men.
"Hurry up." Jimin said, turning his head to scold your boyfriend.
"What do you—shit—think I'm trying to do?" Namjoon groaned, throwing a glare towards the blond. "She'd tell me if it hurt, I know her limits." He said, a strict tone taking over.
Jimin scoffed, glaring at him before turning back to you with a soft smile. He peppered kisses across your face, whispering praises with every one. You giggled with each one, small moans breaking through at particularly hard thrusts.
Namjoon leaned forward, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder the blond wasn't blocking. The placement muffled his moans, sending vibrations through you with every one.
Soon his hips faltered, pace falling as he came. You heard mumbled words leave him, jumbled together far too much to even be audible.
You felt him pull out after a few minutes, hissing as he did so. He laid down beside you, arm falling over your waist and attempting to pull you towards him.
His attempted failed, stopped by Jimin who pulled you the opposite direction into his chest, making you laugh at the random possessiveness. Namjoon shifted, sitting up and looking at the blond.
Gameplan for upcoming stuff as of right now is I think I'm going to write a regular oneshot and then another part of the series, just so I'm not only writing the series cause then I'll get burnt out
I don't have an idea what member I am going to do next yet. And I am keeping it open to repeating members (Lowkey a rap line fic and namjinkook for my sanity) so dw there are plenty of options that'll be coming!
I need to post a bit on my main because I've been negelecting them for our boys (and my health) and then I'll start on the oneshot! Love you guys thank you so much for the support <3
18+ content. MDNI. Please be mindful of what you read
This is part two of my series "Friends help Friends." It can be read as a standalone, there are minimal references towards the first part. For the series overview check out the Masterlist <3
Summary: Namjoon was tired, wanting nothing more than to lay down in bed with you and read his book after the concert. You both were relaxing when the knock on the door pulled your attention. To Namjoons annoyance, Jimins version of relaxation was the opposite of his own.
Includes: Established relationship (Rm&Reader), threesome, Men kiss, oral (reader & M recieving),kissing around dick (idk how to describe it), face sitting, hair pulling, m/m and f/m jerking off, overstim, brat Jimin, clingy Jimin, unprotected PinV, "baby, Good boy, hyung, girlfriend." Praise kink, dry humping, Men bickering/verbally teasing each other.
6.3k words ~ Series Masterlist ~ Regular Masterlist ~ Yoongi
The knock on the room door pulled you out of your phone, Namjoon similarly out of his book. The concert ended hours ago and everyone was supposed to be relaxing in peace before the show the next day.
Namjoon got up, looking though the peephole before sighing and opening the door. Jimin walked in, his baggy shirt hanging off of his shoulder and almost completely hiding the pajama shorts beneath.
He smiled at Namjoon before bee-lining it towards you, practically jumping onto the bed with a grin.
"Did you like the show?" Jimin asked, leaning close to you.
"Of course, you guys were great as always." He giggled, the high pitched noise bringing a smile to your face.
Namjoon looked annoyed, obviously confused why the other man was being ridiculously cute with you so late after a long show. Not like you minded. He stayed by the door, almost like he was waiting for Jimin to leave.
He didn't, of course. Staying close to you and giggling at random things on your phone with you. You tried to give him an apologetic look, but his annoyance wasn't directed towards you.
"Okay what do you want." Namjoon finally spoke, walking over to you both.
Jimin looked up at him, a clearly fake confused look on his face. He looked back towards you, shuffling impossibly closer before responding.
"Am I not allowed to hang out with my friends?" He pouted, putting on one of his better performances.
Namjoon glared at him, standing directly in front of the bed. They both just looked at each other, the tension filling the room with silence. Truthfully it felt like the cusp of an argument, you knew your boyfriend had wanted to relax and Jimin wasn't helping at the moment.
Jimin sighed, giving up the silent battle. He turned to look at you, a dangerous look growing on his face as he ignored the other man. He leaned towards you, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered what he seemingly wanted.
"Who's a better kisser? Namjoon or Yoongi?" Dropping the honorifics in his question.
You laughed, because of course you did. It was clearly a joke question based purely on how much time the two have been spending together. There was no possible way he knew.
"Why are you laughing?" He asked, a small pout forming.
"That's a crazy question Minnie." You continued laughing, trying to keep yourself calm.
Jimin huffed dramatically. Falling onto the bed as he did. Clearly not getting the answer he wanted.
Namjoon looked at the both of you in confusion, brows furrowed, hating to be left out of the conversation. You shrugged, still laughing out of awkwardness.
After a few seconds Jimin suddenly turned, looking at Namjoon with a new glint in his eyes. Before you could stop him, Jimin repeated the question to your boyfriend, switching out his name for yours.
His eyes went wide for all of three seconds before his face dropped. He turned to lock the door before walking back over to the bed.
"How?" Namjoon asked with a slight scowl.
"Yoongi-hyung was talking about you both, way too happy. So I guessed." His voice was chipper, as if he was discussing something entirely different.
"You guessed that I kissed Yoongi?" Namjoon scoffed, acting like he wasn't just figured out.
"I guessed that she kissed Yoongi." He corrected, smirking at the older man like he won. "Now I know that you did."
Jimin looked back at you for a split second with a smile before turning back. You could tell the fact that Jimin knew part of it was making Namjoon nervous, his fingers were starting to fidget with the edge of his shirt.
"Jimin you're being mean." You spoke up, moving yourself closer to your boyfriend. He nodded quickly in agreement, side eying his friend. "Did you come here to laugh or for something else?"
He pouted, trying to play up the puppy dog eye effect to no avail. If you hadn't been laying such close attention to him you would've missed it, the slight flash of anxiety across his face.
Namjoon missed it, still pissed about the blond interrupting your night. You hesitated, watching the way Jimin started to lose his confidence with every passing second.
After who knows how long he whispered something, looking down at the floor. It was so quiet you couldn't put it together, but whatever it was made his face flush a bright red.
"Are you jealous?" You finally asked, taking the leap.
Namjoon laughed, cutting himself off the second Jimin replied with a small nod, still not looking up from the seemingly interesting carpet.
His eyes went wide, looking towards you at his friends silent confession. You shrugged, not exactly sure what to do. Thankfully you didn't have to think for long before Jimin spoke again.
"Not fair he gets to kiss you both, I would've if you asked me." He finally looked up, the pout on his face was pathetic, fitting his tone perfectly.
"Did more than that Jimin." Namjoon whispers, clearly not realizing he's thinking aloud.
Jimin gasped, turning towards you with a shocked expression. His eyes flickered between the two of you, putting the new information together slowly in his head.
Thankfully he was almost an open book, you could tell just how he was feeling about the new information just by looking at him. Despite the dramatics he seemed genuinely upset, it was causing your head to spin a bit, the idea of him so distraught over not being the one to kiss you, or Namjoon really.
You'd talked, after the night with Yoongi, about the other members. In Namjoons mind there weren't really any no's for you as long as he was there.
The entire night sparked something in him more so than he expected. He'd enjoyed the dynamic, watching how different you were with Yoongi than you were with him. It didn't take long for him to admit that he'd be more than willing with the others if the situation arises.
Maybe he's too pissed off about his book being interrupted to realize, but this seems like the perfect opportunity to say the situation is right in front of us.
You glanced at him for a split second, smiling just enough to warn him, even if he didn't catch on.
Jimin gasped the second you pressed your lips against his. It was a soft, barely there kiss, but it was enough. He whined as you pulled away, trying to reach for you to continue it.
"Joonie." A sing-song tone pulling his focus solely to you.
"You want me to kiss him?" He asked, voice a bit strained at the idea.
That wasn't something you'd talked about in depth, he had been ignoring the fact that he had kissed the other man throughout most of the talks.
It wasn't like he hated the idea, you could tell by the way his pupils went dark at the suggestion. It was more just something he didn't want to admit he liked, at least that was your take on it. But he'd do it for you, that was his justification, but you couldn't complain.
"He wanted to kiss both of us…" You trailed off.
Jimin nodded in agreement, his excitement at the idea evident in the intensity of it. He kept looking between you both, trying to decipher what the silent glances meant.
You almost laughed as the blond shuffled closer to you, looking up at the other man with what you imagined was a similar expression to your own.
After a few seconds it worked, Namjoon leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You smiled against him, the familiar feeling comforting. He didn't want to pull away, mimicking Jimins whine as you did.
He waited for a minute, eyes fixed on you. Eventually his gaze turned to the bouncing man next to you. He was watching every movement, teeth sunk into his bottom lip so deep you were worried he might start bleeding.
"You want this?" Namjoon asked him in a hushed tone.
"Want everything." Jimin whispered, stealing a glance at you before turning back.
It was hard to tell which one of them gasped when their lips finally met. You wouldn't be shocked if the noise came from you even.
They both seemed hesitant, lips barely pressed together and as much space as possible between the two of them. Yet, you could see the way Jimins breath stopped and Namjoons sped up.
When they pulled apart they both looked towards you, different expressions covering their features. Namjoons nerves had settled some, but the slight curve of his lips told you they were still prevalent in his head. Jimin somehow seemed more eager than before, eyes wide and shrouded in sheer desperation.
"You can say no." You broke the silence, looking towards your boyfriend.
Namjoon laughed, the last bit of hesitation falling off his face leaving the confident smirk in its place. The blonds eyes flickered over to him for a second before returning to you, which only made his laughter louder.
"You know, we only slept with Yoongi to help him not be so stressed out before tour." His voice was back to the smooth one you were used to, yet every word was directed at Jimin. "Don't know if this meets those requirements." He tsked, sending a wink in your direction.
"I'm stressed too!" Jimin whined dramatically. "I'm so stressed hyung, might not be able to dance tomorrow it's so bad." He ended his words with a pout, trying to use the puppy eyes technique to his advantage.
"You're being dramatic." Namjoon scoffed, coming to sit next to you on the bed.
You had both men on either side of you, so close you could hear their breaths and the different speeds they were at. The largers hand rested itself on your thigh, intention evident by how high up it was. The others hands were resting in his lap, fidgeting slightly as the moments passed by.
"I am stressed, there's a lot of pressure." The flirtatious attitude dropped from the blond for a moment.
"I know, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that." Namjoon sighed, leaning over you to be closer to him. "I was trying to be like, teasing you know? Didn't exactly have time to prepare for this." You chuckled, watching Jimins face soften.
"I think if you ask nicely for our help, we could relive a lot of that stress." You spoke up, trying to spin the conversation back to the tension filling the air.
You could see Namjoon nod in agreement, the grip he had on your thigh tightening. Jimin smiled at you, nodding before taking a deep breath.
"I'll do whatever you want." Jimin whispered, his eyes burning your own. "Please." His eyes flicked to the other man at the quiet plea; you didn't have to look at your boyfriend to know it worked.
You quickly pulled Jimin into you, pressing your lips against his, rougher than before. He gasped, frozen for only a moment before his brain caught up with the moment and his lips moved smoothly against yours.
It didn't take long for your hand to find the base of his neck, fingers sliding upward to tangle in the long hair. Jimins own hand rested softly against your cheek, holding you steady against him the best he could.
Namjoon shifted next to you, hand sliding along your arm until it was residing above your hand in the blond hair. The act caused Jimin to gasp against your lips, allowing you to push your tongue past them with ease.
"God you look stunning." Namjoon groaned, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Can tell you're desperate for this." You knew he was talking about you, but part of you hoped the words related to Jimin as well.
Your heavy breathing mixed together as you pulled away for air, a smirk spreading across Jimins face almost made yours stop. You heard Namjoon chuckle behind you, his hand moving back towards you.
Both of his hands landed on your waist within seconds, pulling you onto his lap with ease. Your back was pressed against his chest, his grip tight as he shuffled you both further into the bed until his own was against the headboard.
Jimin followed mindlessly, sitting on his knees a few feet in front of you both with wide eyes. He seemed to lock eyes with the man behind you before moving.
His hand slowly made its way to your knee, watching your eyes the moment it made contact. When you didn't react, it carefully moved higher, sliding across the soft fabric of your pajamas before pausing on your inner thigh the second your breath caught.
He leaned back into you, pressing his lips against yours once more. He led the kiss this time, attempting to take a bit of the control from you.
Namjoons lips soon landed on your neck, making you whine into the kiss. Large hands slid around your waist, slipping underneath the loose shirt with determination. Slowly, he lifted the shirt further up your torso until both men had to pull away from you to lift it off fully.
"Oh shit." Jimin whispered, snapping his head to the side to try and advert his gaze from your now exposed chest.
"You can look." You giggled, reaching your hand out to the blonds cheek, turning his face towards you.
"Can touch too." Namjoon snidely remarked, one of his hands moving up to cup your left breast in example.
Jimins eyes shifted towards you, seemingly for approval despite your words. You nodded, using your hand to guide his lips back towards yours as his own slowly moved up your stomach until it grazed against your right breast.
Namjoon quickly went back to your neck, lips relentless against the sensitive skin. He groaned into you as your hips shifted against him.
"Your skin is so soft." Jimin whispered, lips now hovering over yours as he caught his breath.
"Thank you baby." You replied, holding back a laugh as he beamed at the name.
He started to become restless, almost bouncing in his spot. The hand he had resting on your thigh started to twitch, daring to move higher.
"Think Jimins getting impatient joon." Namjoon hums in agreement, nipping at your neck before pulling away.
His hand slid to your thigh, fully encasing Jimins with ease. You could feel his chin rest on your shoulder, staring at the other man as he slowly moved his hand closer to your covered core.
"Jimins always impatient." He tsked, you could hear the smirk in his voice. "He's so pretty isn't he?" He asked in hushed tone, but by the way Jimins face turned red you were sure he heard him too.
"What do you want to do?" You asked Namjoon, refusing to pull your gaze away from the blond.
"Whatever you want, just like he said." Confirming that he could hear him, Jimin nodded, repeating the words eagerly.
Silence filled the room as you thought about what that meant. You were used to Namjoon guiding you, having long drawn out talks before hand, and it only being the two of you. This was still new, and Jimin isn't Yoongi, in any aspect. You might as well have never done this before.
It didn't help that you couldn't stop staring at him, it was starting to become a problem. The long blond hair framed his face perfectly and he was looking at you as if you were a fucking goddess or something, it was overwhelming and bordering on nauseating.
You felt like you knew what they both wanted, or at least had the general idea. The spot where their hands were splayed felt like it was on fire. You wanted them there, but part of you wanted to test how far their words would really go.
Much to the disappointment of both men you moved yourself off of Namjoons lap, causing their hands to fall onto the mattress below. You didn't go far, sitting yourself next to Jimin. It took you a second, but you decided to be blunt in your words, the tension in the room starting to make you squirm.
"I want to suck him off, help me?" You wanted to take the words back the second they left you, but your rampantly anxious thoughts were cut off.
"Fuck yes." Jimin groaned, much louder than your original question.
"Well now I feel left out." Namjoon chuckled, a curious look on his face at Jimins words.
You leaned in closer to him, lips hovering over his for a moment. It took everything in you to not kiss him, knowing you'd get lost in him as always.
"Trust me, please." The words were barely audible, but he had heard them. He whispered an of course, realizing your tone was more serious than anything. "Tell me if it's too far."
He didn't question you as you pulled away, despite the obvious want on his face. He followed along as you led him towards the edge of the bed, lifting his hips slightly allowing you to pull his pants and underwear off and onto the floor. He had a grin plastered on his face as you sunk down onto the floor, knees landing on the discarded material.
You pressed your lips against his inner thigh, slowly kissing your way closer to the base of his cock. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin watching; Namjoon seemed oblivious to it, all of his focus on your movement.
That was until the blond moved, maneuvering himself down onto floor beside you. He shuffled closer, stopping once his leg was flush against yours.
It was clear the second it clicked in the larger man's head, his eyes went wide and shot towards you with question. Once you nodded, a bit too excited for the confident persona you were trying, he cursed under his breath.
"Fuck, okay—shit." The last word came out in a groan as Jimins hand rested above his knee, fingers daring to move higher.
"Its okay, right hyung?" Jimin said, his voice almost siren like. "It was her idea."
Namjoon narrowed his eyes, keeping them on you as you continued pressing barely there kisses against the heated skin, his cock twitching right next to your cheek.
"You're evil." He whispered.
You didn't reply, instead, you pulled back and turned to the other man. Jimin seemed to know what you wanted, leaning forward until his lips clashed with yours.
The kiss was messy, its only purpose being to put on a show for Namjoon. Based on the faint sounds forcing their way out, it was working.
Once you caught your bearings you wrapped your hand around him, slowly dragging your hand along the growing shaft making the man hiss as your thumb brushed against the tip.
When you had to pull away for air, Jimin quickly reached for your slow moving hand. He pulled it towards him, making Namjoon whine above the two of you.
To the shock of you both, he unfolded your hand, bringing your palm inches away from his lips. He pressed a kiss into the skin before running his tongue along your hand. Without pulling away he let the saliva pooling in his mouth drip onto your hand in some sort of fucked up power play.
You watched with wide eyes as he guided your hand back towards Namjoon, closing your grip around him and moving your hand until you resumed on your own.
Impatience clearly growing once again, Jimin wasted no time. His tongue ran across the head of Namjoons cock, running against your hand as it reached.
"Oh fuck." Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back before digging his hands into the sheets.
You heard Jimin giggle as he continued. He looked towards you, raising his eyebrows in question. It took a moment to realize he was trying to get you to join him, just like you said earlier.
Namjoon groaned when you pulled your hand off, repeating the noise when Jimin sat back on his heels. There was a complaint on the tip of his tongue, only stopped by you mimicking the other man's previous action.
A whine resonated next to you, much closer than you realized. Jimin moved impossibly closer to you, watching the way you ran your tongue along your boyfriends cock.
Namjoon shuttered above the both of you as Jimins tongue joined yours, awkwardly clashing together. You managed to look up at him for a moment; his eyes were practically bulging at the display.
The sheer look of desperation that was spreading across him had any ounce of awkwardness leave your mind. You made your way to the head, wrapping your lips around it with ease.
Namjoons hand shot to your scalp, threading through your hair but not applying pressure, managing to hold himself back. You felt his grip increase slightly when you moved back, resting it against your lips now.
Jimin moved closer, pressing his lips against yours, not letting Namjoons cock fall. It was a mess, you could feel spit sliding down your chin as you tried to maintain the kiss.
"How—fuck this is insane." Namjoon said, words split between moans as Jimin laughed against your lips.
Namjoons hips bucked forward almost uncontrollably, cock gliding between the messy kiss with ease. He did it a few times before a deep groan echoed through the room.
Suddenly the soft hand had a tight grip, pulling a gasp out of you as he dragged you off of him. Your eyes shot open, watching as Jimin didn't stop despite your lips disappearing. It felt like hours, the view of the blond running seemingly on autopilot as his lips closed fully around Namjoon while trying to catch your own breath.
It was more like seconds before the hand not still gripping your hair ran through the blonds, pulling him off in a way similar to you. Jimin whined, contradicting the grin that he shot up at the man.
"You're no fun." He whined.
Namjoon glared at him, tightening his grip for a split second before dropping all together. The moment his hair was free Jimin was crawling towards you. Just as you managed to breath normally his lips crashed against yours once again, at this point you couldn't keep count.
His hands flew to you, one gripping your waist as he pulled you closer almost causing you to lose your balance. The other slid up the nape of your neck, fingertips brushing against Namjoons palm.
"I'm starting to think you only came in here to kiss my girlfriend." Namjoon laughed above the two of you.
Jimin pulled away with a hum, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes kept flickering down to your lips, the temptation to reignite the kiss evident in his features.
"That was the idea." He pressed a quick peck against your lips before pulling back. "Didn't think it'd go this far, Yoongi-hyungs story didn't go this far."
"Are you complaining?" You asked, sarcasm lacing the words.
"I'm not stupid." He quipped back, standing up in front of you. "You're both hot as fuck."
Having to look up at both men had your head spinning. Namjoon looked wrecked, his cock red and leaking against his stomach, staining his shirt; while Jimins was twitching beneath the confining fabric of his pants.
"If thats what you want." Namjoon started, pulling his shirt off effortlessly. He motioned you towards him, eventually pulling you flush against him. "Then you can just do that, yeah?"
Jimin frowned, following his friends motion and tossing his own shirt onto the floor, soon followed by his pants. You had to force your eyes away from the new expanse of skin, looking up just to see the puppy eyes staring back at you.
"Sounds like you have an idea." You whispered, leaning towards Namjoon, grazing your hand down his chest.
He hummed, arm sliding around your waist. Mimicking earlier, he pulled you with him as he moved towards the middle of the bed. His hand slid beneath your waistband, urging your hips up as he pushed the both pieces fabric down your legs. He reached down grabbing them in one hand before throwing them at Jimin with a laugh.
"If he wants to kiss you so bad, he can do so while you ride my face. Best of both worlds right?" The question wasn't for you, even if his eyes were trailing down your chest.
Jimin whined again, somehow louder this time. He quickly climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees a few feet away from you both. He didn't answer, but you could tell he agreed by the way his cock twitched.
Namjoon helped you as you positioned yourself above him, knees on either side of his head digging into the mattress. Jimin watched with baited breath as you slowly moved down, soaked cunt hovering barely an inch above the other mans face.
He was quick to pull you down the rest of the way, tongue flattening against your clit instantly. You gasped, hand reaching down to grip Namjoons hair as a half assed attempt to slow him. All it did was make him moan into you, the vibrations almost knocking you over.
His hands wrapped around your thighs, digging short nails into the skin to hold you close. You were a constant mess of moans as he continued to lap at your hole like a man starved. He was always like this, despite the years together you were still confused on how he managed to breath in his crazed state.
Jimin eventually moved closer to you, finding his spot next to you on the bed. His hand rested against your cheek, turning your head to face him before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was a disaster but he didn't seem to mind, your moans were swallowed by him, his lips still moving against yours even when yours stilled.
His hand started to trail along your torso, mapping every inch of skin under his fingertips. He didn't seem to have a plan, never staying in one place for too long, but it didn't matter. You felt on fire, your thighs starting to burn with every passing second.
Your hand started to do the same, an embarassing whine leaving you as you grazed past his abs. You went lower, not stopping until you were able to wrap your hand around the base of his cock. Jimin moaned, breaking the kiss as he threw his head back in pleasure. You wanted to laugh, the slightest touch causing such a reaction was almost hilarious, but the man beneath you wrapped his lips around your clit before you could.
"Fuck!" You yelled, falling forward slightly. Jimins hand caught you, holding you up until you could do so on your own once again. "Thank you." You whispered, leaning your head against his.
He smiled, resuming the kiss at a much slower pace. He moaned as you started to move your hand against him, thumb running along his tip at the end of every pass. You fell into almost perfect unision, his hips bucking into your hand, using it to get himself off as you attempted to shift your own against Namjoons mouth with minimal success.
Jimins noises grew louder, muffling your moans. You could feel him getting close, his precum spreading across your hand easing each stroke of your hand.
It didn't take long before his head was thrown back, a loud moan echoing through the room. Your hand became covered in him, dripping onto the sheets as it slowed.
The second Jimin quieted down, Namjoon became far more agressive. Before you could comprehend what was happening Namjoon had you laying on your back, his mouth still on your soaked pussy.
You hesitated, almost burying your other hand in his hair, already hearing the complaints if you had made the mistake. Your oragasm started to build, desperation taking over as pleas started to fall out of your mouth.
They only grew louder as Namjoon slowly pushed a finger into your entrance, not waiting long before adding a second one. His tongue swirled around the digits, pushing in along side them for a second before moving back onto your clit.
Looking up you saw Jimin staring down at you, eyes switching between what you imagined to be a wreck of your face, and the view of Namjoon willing suffocating between your thighs.
The last thing you say was the fucked out grin from the blond before your head flew back, a wave crashing over you as you came on Namjoons tongue.
"God—fuck joonie too much." You groaned, pushing him away from you with all the strength you could muster.
He followed your lead, allowing himself to be pushed away from your pussy. The bottom half of his face shined agaisnt the bright lights, making a bubble of embarrassment build in your chest.
It was soon squashed when he turned towards the other man. He had a smirk on his face, bringing his fingers up to his lips, swirling his tongue around them before speaking.
"Wanna taste her?" The comment made you cringe slightly, but it seemed to work wonder for Jimin.
"Please hyung." Came the small whimper, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he waited for Namjoons move.
He didn't have to wait long, the hand that was a mess was sliding through Jimins hair, not having the same worries as you. The leverage allowed him to pull the blond closer, smashing his lips against his with no hesitation.
It was less like a kiss and more like a battle. Their tongues pushed against one another, muffling Jimins whines as he tasted you on the other man's.
Smaller hands ran across Namjoons chest, lost in their path but determined either way. You watched as he shivered at the slight brush against one of nipples, cock twitching subtly.
It continued lower, finding its way to his cock and carefully wrapped around the sensitive shaft. Namjoon groaned, hips shifting before pulling away from the kiss.
"Don't." He grunted, guiding Jimins hand off of him.
You could see the look of protest on his face, one you agreed with, knowing he was the only one who hadn't gotten off yet.
"But-" Jimin started, getting cut off by your flushing partner.
"Too close." Namjoon sighed, taking a second to catch his breath before he continued. "Want to fuck her while you two kiss, didn't have the best view of it earlier."
"It was your idea." You said under your breath sarcastically.
"And it was a great one, one of my favorites." He smirked. "Doesn't change that I want to watch you two together."
"I like that idea." Jimin pipped in, face still flush.
"Shocking." You laughed, falling back onto the pillows from your half seated position.
Jimin followed you, ignoring the awkward wet spots on the sheets as he laid down next you to. Resting on his side his hand slid across your stomach, head burying itself in your shoulder.
Namjoon hovered over you, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead before trailing his lips further down. Once he reached your other shoulder, one of his hands grazed over your cunt, pausing for a moment at the jump of shock from you.
Soon his fingers were back, pushing inside of you slowly. His lips continued across heated skin, tongue flicking against one of your nipples on its path. The pleasure started to build again, whines leaving you at the slow pace.
"Give me your hand." Namjoon muttered into your skin.
Just as you were about to do so, his free hand absentmindedly reached towards Jimins. He allowed Namjoon to guide his hand across your waist.
You could feel his breath quicken against your neck as they inched closer to your core. Your back arched the second Jimins fingertips glided across your clit.
"You're so wet." He whispered, sliding down to where Namjoons fingers still pumped into you.
Your boyfriend tsked, the grip on the others wrist pulling his hand up until he was positioned over your clit again.
"Stay. Play with her a bit." Namjoons voice was dropped than before, making a shiver run through you.
Jimin listened, his fingers mindlessly rubbed your clit. The pressure had a loud moan rip through you.
"Good boy." You mumbled, not focused on the words leaving you.
He was however. You felt the way his breath stopped for a moment as he dug himself deeper into the crook of your neck. Namjoon laughed at the display, making Jimin whine even more.
"Yeah? You like that?" Jimin nodded, refusing to look at him. "Gonna react like that if I say it too, or it is an exclusive." The chuckle towards the end made the man groan against you.
"You too." He replied, lifiting his head up enough to look at him.
"Be a good boy and and keep rubbing her clit like that while I fuck her, can you do that?"
"Can still kiss her right?" Jimin asked instantly, making you laugh.
"I'd be sad if you didn't." You turned your head towards him, awkwardly kissing his forehead.
Namjoon made an odd sound, like a mix of affection and annoyance all in one. You didn't have much time to dwell on it; seconds later he pulled his fingers out, sitting up so his torso was on full display.
He shuffled towards you, spreading your thighs further and slotting himself between them. His hand gripped the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance.
A look of question crossed his face, directed towards you. All he needed was a nod before he slowly pushed the tip into you, pausing for a second at the stretch.
"All that and you're still so tight baby." He groaned, suddenly gripping your waist with both hands.
You moaned as he pushed further, slow moving until his hips were flush with the back of your thighs. Jimins fingers still pressed against your clit, movement slower than before but still present.
It took him a second to gather himself, eyes fixated on the spot where you and Namjoon were flush together. Once he did, he turned towards you, doing just as Namjoon wanted earlier and pressed his lips against yours.
The position was awkward. Jimin was half above you, resting on his elbow while you were flat against the mattress, only propped up by the horribly flat pillow that the house had. You were straining to maintain the kiss, ignoring the way Jimin's arm shook every so often.
Namjoon pulled out once you both had a rhythm within the kiss before harshly thrusting back into you, almost throwing the entire thing off with a laugh, something he was doing way too much you thought. Thankfully Jimin managed to stay balanced at the sudden shift, groaning into the kiss as his arm twisted slightly underneath him.
You wanted to throw out some half assed comment about him potentially injuring the man the night before a concert, but you couldn't manage to get a word out between the two of them. It was a constant competition for your focus, your mind couldn't keep up with the overwhelming stimulation.
"You look—fuck god— look so fucking hot like this." Namjoon spoke, words breaking between groans. "Kinda fucked up isn't it, I'm enjoying this shit far more than I should." You whined when Jimin pulled away to reply despite the words being directed towards you in the first place.
"Great leaders share hyung, nothing wrong with it." His tone was genuine, casting reassurance to something that didn't really need it in the moment, the comment only made for his enjoyment anyhow.
Namjoon hummed above you, hips still slamming against yours with no care. No matter how cute the words were, every thrust mixed with the steadily increasing movement of the blonds finger had you barreling towards the edge.
Pulling a gasp out of him, you slid your hand through his hair and pulled, hard, back down to your lips. He quickly reciprocated, giggling into the kiss as you held your grip, tightening and relaxing between thrusts.
"She's close, can feel her— god you guys look so hot." He rambled, struggling to keep his pace.
Jimin didn't respond with more than a hum that was swallowed by your mouth, far too focused on you to process what was being said. He stayed pressed against you as your orgasm washed over you again, tongue still pushing into your mouth as if you were still doing the same.
"So pretty." Jimin whispered, pulling away from your lips enough to let you catch your breath and stilling his hand.
Namjoon continued his now sporadic thrusts, tightening his grip on your waist. You whined as over sensitivity grew, earning muttered reassurances from both men.
"Hurry up." Jimin said, turning his head to scold your boyfriend.
"What do you—shit—think I'm trying to do?" Namjoon groaned, throwing a glare towards the blond. "She'd tell me if it hurt, I know her limits." He said, a strict tone taking over.
Jimin scoffed, glaring at him before turning back to you with a soft smile. He peppered kisses across your face, whispering praises with every one. You giggled with each one, small moans breaking through at particularly hard thrusts.
Namjoon leaned forward, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder the blond wasn't blocking. The placement muffled his moans, sending vibrations through you with every one.
Soon his hips faltered, pace falling as he came. You heard mumbled words leave him, jumbled together far too much to even be audible.
You felt him pull out after a few minutes, hissing as he did so. He laid down beside you, arm falling over your waist and attempting to pull you towards him.
His attempted failed, stopped by Jimin who pulled you the opposite direction into his chest, making you laugh at the random possessiveness. Namjoon shifted, sitting up and looking at the blond.
