Both [Namkook x reader]
Synopsis: Innocently exploring things, you realize you might like both of your friends more than platonically. So what do you do? Spiral. Avoid. And then jump.
Warnings: mdni, 18+, innocent! reader, friend! Jungkook, friend! Namjoon, friend! Taehyung, mention of Jimin, miscommunication trope, harboring feelings! Jungkook, harboring feelings! Namjoon, use of toys, m-strb-tion (f rec!), handcuffs, all three of you are silly, threesome?, poly?, why choose?, dirty talk, praise, etc.
pairing: namjoon x reader x jungkook [m/f/m]
wc: 4.7k+
[requested]
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
Namjoon and Jungkook had been friends with you ever since you three were slapped together to do a group-project for an art history class during university. To be honest, your personalities really shouldn’t have meshed together so well.
Namjoon was like sipping warm tea while watching it rain softly outside. There was no rush, no meaningless conversation, just grounded in absolute surety. Jungkook, on the other hand, was the highlight of winning your college’s first game of the season while away from home field. He was the adrenaline of running down the block to get ice cream right before the ice cream shop closed for the night, and the laughter of victory when you made it just in time.
They were both charming, with broad shoulders, towering height, and swoon-worthy smiles. It wasn’t a surprise that many wanted to be with them. Jungkook went through a phase of bringing almost one new girl home every other weekend; the walk of shame for the girls was something like a badge of honor, but it didn’t seem to satisfy Jungkook either way. Namjoon was a little bit more restrained. He had hook-ups here and there, a lot more when finals came around, but neither one of them seemed to let that distract them from having a friendship with you.
You, on the other hand, didn’t have relationships with anyone unless it was a friendship while you were at university. You blame it on being busy, juggling a part-time job while being a full-time student. You say you’d rather catch up on studying or try that ceramics class the university offered rather than find yourself at a fraternity’s house party or a club downtown. You were content with crocheting little figures in your dorm while watching anime or curling up in your bed to read your favorite romance book.
But you did wonder, on the nights you felt lonely in your room and your body restless like your mind, what it would be like to have someone in your bed.
You were ultimately curious. You didn’t live under a rock or anything; you’ve been online, you’ve read smut for heaven’s sake. You just… never thought to try and hook up with anyone; no one really caught your attention. I mean, you didn’t even touch yourself, really. How could you get someone to do that for you?
You had toed the line of masturbation once, your fingers dipping under the hem of your panties, exploring a little bit before chickening out when your phone pinged with a notification on your favorite TV show coming back for another season.
That’s how you ended up on this website an hour later, your eyes wide and round, trying to process all the different toys out there and their purpose, all the same - to make you cum.
In the end, you buy a few things that promise discreet shipping, and your face has a permanent blush for the entire week leading up to delivery. Jungkook had teased you, trying to figure out what had you so flustered, and you had to avoid eye contact with Namjoon before you did something embarrassing like spilling everything out loud while you three had your weekly brunch hangout at your favorite local diner.
By the time Friday came around and the box was picked up from your mailbox, your heart pounded. Sweat lined your brow, your palms becoming clammy as you thought about what was inside. It was all new to you, taking the step to exploring things you hadn’t thought to do before.
And because of your lack of experience, you decided to start slowly, buying only two toys. The red rose bud was small with a hole at the top. The small toy was meant to be placed on your clit, sucking the little nub until you reach a toe-curling orgasm - or that’s what the website said.
You had also bought a wand, the hot pink massager, just too cute not to pass up. You had bought them both under the understanding that most women can reach their orgasms through clit stimulation, and you honestly weren’t sure if you could handle a dildo. If you didn’t put your fingers into your pussy, how could you take something bigger?
And so, alone in your bedroom, you tried masturbation.
Your fingers slowly caress your body, playing with your nipples until a soft tingling could be felt between your legs. Your thighs clenched together, and your face flushed as you slowly moved your hand down. You felt awkward and unsure as you held the little rose in your hand. But you turned the small toy on, the vibrations tingling your fingertips and causing a wave of slick seep from your pussy as you brought it to your aching cunt.
You thought about the smut you read, the scenarios coloring a picture behind your eyelids as you finally slipped the toy between your open thighs, tucking the vibrating silicone in between your puffy, wet folds until it reached your pulsing clit. Your hips buck when the suction on your clit sends ‘zaps!‘ all the way to your toes. It makes your jaw drop in a surprised gasp, and a heat to curl in your stomach, the muscles in your thighs twitch as a moan slips from your lips in pleasure.
It becomes clear why people did this, your core tightened as your pussy became wetter with each second passing. Your brain scrambles, your head sinking deeper into your pillows as you try to think of something. Anything. The fantasy that would get you over the edge as your hips bucked up into your hand, the rose swirling your nub doing what it was made to.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, your thighs clamping around your hand as your moans turn into whimpers, your jaw slacking open wider. The heat pools and the invisible coil tightens, and then for one moment an intrusive thought comes, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Quietly, your body convulses, your muscles locking up as the orgasm crashes through you. Your vision whitens, and the wave of slick that seeps from your fluttering pussy drenches the toy with your arousal. Your orgasm ebbs and flows, slipping into tremors in your thighs as you curl onto your side.
When the ringing in your ears subsides, you have to face your thoughts, your eyes teary as shame washes over you. The image your brain conjured up to pull you over the edge rolls in your mind, playing on repeat as you realize that the thought of Namjoon and Jungkook seeing you masturbating was the reason you orgasmed.
It takes you a few moments to get out of your bed after the fact, your mind reeling as you pad over to your bathroom. Your bathroom mirror reflects you, naked, face flushed to the ears, your eyes glossy as you hold the toy limply in your hand. And like the thought opened a web of spiders, your mind slips up, and you wonder what you would look like in your friend's eyes if they saw you like this. Post orgasm, pussy throbbing in the aftershocks, your body soft from the release of tension.
In less than twenty minutes, you clean your new toy, take a shower, pack up your new purchases, and shove them deep into your closet. You don’t care that, as a new customer, the website gifted you an extra gift, and you hadn’t even opened the purple bag to see what it was. Your only thought was: how were you going to look at your friends the same?
-
You make it one week dodging both men before you’re cornered by Jungkook in the library. You honestly thought out of the two of them, there was a higher chance of bumping into Namjoon in the quiet library, but no, while you buried your head in five different books, you hear someone sit heavily into the seat across from you.
“You’re avoiding me,” Jungkook says, as if it were a fact. His arms crossed over his chest in indignation. He sits back in the old wooden chair like it’s a throne. His legs are spread wide, his head tilted as he raises his pierced eyebrow at you, like he dared you to say otherwise. And you’re barely processing that he’s found you, pretty positive he should be in class right now, but then he’s speaking up again. “And you’re avoiding Joonie, too. He told me so.” He huffs, and it’s another nail in the coffin.
“What?” Is your dumb reply, blinking owlishly at the man before you as you think about the toys buried in the back of your closet. “I’m not.” You don’t sound convincing, and Jungkook levels you a stare that makes you sit up straighter. You ignore the heat that stirs in your lower stomach as you feel his gaze on you, and bring your eyes down to the book in front of you. “I’ve been busy.”
Jungkook scoffs, and you don’t have to look up to know he’s rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure,” his sarcasm drips from every word, but you don’t know what else to say. “I will find out what’s going on eventually, y’know?” He leans closer, his body draping over the table to get to you. “You can’t hide from us.”
Usually, when someone got too close, you’d stumble back with a blush on your face. But as Jungkook’s face got closer to yours, your breath caught in your throat. You stayed perfectly still, your gaze flickering from his warm chocolate eyes to his lips. A web of spiders, truly, you thought, because your mind thought of how it’d feel to kiss Jungkook with his lip piercing, and your thighs clenched together under the table in response.
You realize a little too late that you should probably move back from him as you come back from your own thoughts, slowly. You miss the way Jungkook’s eyes flash through a few emotions, and then it’s seconds before you’re lurching backwards. The wooden chair scrapes against the floor with a screech, and you’re scrambling to get out of here. To get away from Jungkook.
“I uh,” your brain short-circuits, and you stuff your books and papers into your bag as quickly as you can while Jungkook is leaning over the table, frozen. You adamantly avoid eye-contact with him and sling your bag over your shoulder in haste. “Forgot I picked up an extra shift, I have to go.”
You’re practically running from your friend, running from your problems, not even noticing him staring in space long after you’re gone.
-
Those words Jungkook said to you swirl in your brain days later, and it still makes your heart pound in your chest. You’re still avoiding both of them, changing the routes you usually walked to get to your next class in hopes you don’t have to face your feelings. It’s childish, but you’re determined, and it gets to the point where you miss your weekly brunch with Namjoon and Jungkook on Tuesday.
And that’s why on Thursday, when you find yourself furrowing your eyebrows as you try to pull up the walls of your clay on the wheel during your little ceramics class, you’re taken off guard.
Your friend, Taehyung, is sitting next to you, already shaping his own clay with wet hands as he speaks up, “Is something going on with you?” He doesn’t even look over when he says it. His tongue is caught between his lips, his own eyebrow furrowing as he tries to not let the clay collapse into itself.
You blink in surprise when he says it. Your clay is circling aimlessly as you look over at Taehyung in alarm. “What do you mean?”
Taehyung lets his clay circle on the wheel as he sits up. His chunky sweater is pushed up to his elbows, and the mixture of clay and water splatters up to his forearms as he looks at you. The messy mop of curls on his head hangs slightly over his eyes, so you can’t really make eye contact, and you’re thankful for that. “Those other friends you have,” he starts, and your eyes flicker to his clay as it starts leaning to the side. “The tall ones you met in Art History, they asked me if you were acting strange.”
Your heart stutters and drops to your stomach in less than a second. You actually wince, “They talked to you?”
Taehyung had already looked away from you to see his clay fall over. His lips pursed, a pout forming as he grabbed the clay and clumped it into a messy ball to start over. “Yeah, they were asking me all these questions, and it confused me.” He hummed it like an afterthought. “Because I don’t think you are acting strange, and I told them that, but I guess now I don’t know-” his head turns to you, tilting as a concerned friend. “Is there something I should know?”
Your heart surges from your stomach, moving upwards, ready to fly to your friend and his actual concern for you. And you shake your head, “I’m okay, I’m just processing some new information I came across.”
It's a vague excuse, but not a lie, and it seems to placate your friend enough because he nods his head before jumping to tell you about his lab partner in Biology, Jimin, and the fact that the teacher hates them because they giggle too much.
You listen, nodding your head, your eyes on your hockey puck-shaped clay spinning around and around on your wheel. Your hands dip in the grey muddy water before you touch the drying clay and continue shaping it, pulling up the walls, with a distracted gaze. Taehyung’s words drown out as your own thoughts come rushing in.
Jungkook said you couldn’t hide from them, and now you know they both really meant it.
-
It wasn’t funny anymore.
It had been two years since you were placed into that group project with Namjoon and Jungkook. That was two years of friendship, of them trying to lure you to go to the gym with them as a hangout, to movie nights, to all-nighter study sessions, and weekly brunches.
You hadn’t missed one brunch in two years.
“I told you something is up,” Jungkook grumbles, and Namjoon sits there quietly. The younger man is pacing in Namjoon’s room, his eyes squinting, trying to think what happened to get you acting this way. “Do you think she knows?” Jungkook asks and meets Namjoon’s eyes for a moment.
The older man is leaning back on his desk chair; he had twirled it around the moment Jungkook came barging in. It had been two days since they had asked around your known friend group if you were acting strange or distancing yourself from them, too. And it made them even more frustrated when Taehyung shook his head, confused, and when your friend Chae-won said you had been perfectly normal with her.
It had confirmed you were just acting this way to them.
Namjoon did his best to think back to his last interaction with you and Jungkook, and nothing weird seemed off. Ultimately, he ended up shrugging, giving Jungkook an unsatisfying answer. “No, I don’t think so.”
He was pretty confident you didn’t know they both had been harboring feelings for you ever since you sat down at their table in the library for the group project. You were all soft smiles and shy as you pulled out all your highlighters and pens. You were so cute, eagerly giving them a greeting as their new partner in the group, and he had been pretty smitten ever since.
It hadn’t taken two days before you were just another vital part of Namjoon’s daily routine. Jungkook was already his roommate, and so it was easy to see Jungkook had felt the same way with the way the younger man hung onto every word you said as you guys studied in a cafe next time you three met up.
And it was easy to see how innocent you were when, any time Namjoon brushed his hands over yours, handing you back one of your pens, you would blush. Or when Jungkook leaned in too close, trying to read from the same book as you, and it would leave you a stuttering mess.
A few days of observation, small soft-launched questions were posed to you, and they found out you weren’t dating anyone. That you hadn’t been dating anyone, actually, since you started university two years prior. And it had shocked Jungkook, his head whipping to Namjoon, but you didn’t even see their looks as you read the next paragraph of the book you three were analyzing.
So, as they got to know you, learning your sweet personality and your cute little interests, both men had agreed to wait it out. If you weren’t open to hooking up or dating, but rather focusing on studying through college, they’d respect it.
But oh, how you made it difficult for them without realizing.
-
Jungkook felt like he had reverted to his teenage self when you invited him to your dorm for the first time. You had greeted them both with a dazzling smile, wearing just an oversized sweatshirt and small shorts, nearly killing them on the spot. Your socks were mismatched as you led them inside your humble abode, and went straight into “host mode”, offering snacks or drinks as they settled in for your next group study session.
It had seemed that while you were at home, you were more outgoing, more comfortable nudging your hip playfully into Namjoon’s or squeezing Jungkook’s arm when he said something silly.
It would be a lie if they said they couldn’t help but watch you in your element. They checked you out when you bent over to grab the pen you accidentally dropped, and when your cheeks flushed in excitement because you yapped off-topic into ten different stories at once, they couldn’t help but fall in love with you a little bit more.
And when you hugged them goodbye two hours later, Jungkook almost collapsed. It was then that he realized you weren’t wearing a bra under your baggy sweatshirt, and it was that same night his “phase” began, needing to sink into someone else when he couldn’t have you right then.
And it only got worse as time went on. Eventually, Namjoon would fold as Jungkook did around finals week, the stress of his classes and the fact that he had bottled up his feelings for you enough to make him break.
And you were never the wiser.
Well, not until now.
-
It had been two weeks since you had found out Jungkook and Namjoon had talked to your friend, Taehyung. And you missed them both dearly.
I mean, at this point, you were ready to ignore the feelings you had discovered as long as it meant you could see your friends. And that thought was your final decision as you made it home from a late-night shift from your part-time job. You planned to get home, shower, and call them to come over and maybe do a movie night and move on from all this silliness.
You hum, absent-mindedly, as you unlock your apartment door. You slip your shoes off one by one before hanging your keys on the hook by the door, barely acknowledging that there were already more shoes than normal on the entrance rug. You knew your roommate Ha-rin was going to be gone for the weekend; she always spent it at her boyfriend’s, so you’d have the apartment all to yourself.
Your bag was dropped onto your couch, your jacket hanging off the back of the sofa as you made your way to your bedroom.
Shower.
Call.
Movie night?
It was the only thought you had as you swung your bedroom door open with a sigh. But within seconds, you're frozen in place as you make eye contact with Namjoon first and then Jungkook.
You had given them a spare key to your place after too many days of you finding them waiting to be let in, so you guys could hang out or have a meal together. And so, it wasn’t surprising to find them in your bedroom; what was surprising was what was in their hands.
Jungkook is in front of your closet, wide-eyed, with handcuffs and a small purple bag in his tattooed hand, while Namjoon holds the small, rose-shaped silicone toy.
Seeing it makes all of your memories of that night flood through your mind, and your face heats up as they look at you. “Wha-“
“Are you dating someone?” Jungkook blurts, and you’re caught off guard yet again.
“Huh?”
“If you’re dating someone and that’s why you’re ignoring us, that’s okay. We’d understand, but you could have-“ Namjoon starts, and now it was your turn to cut him off.
Your jaw drops, and your eyebrows furrow as you say, “I’m not dating anyone!”
Jungkook and Namjoon seem just as lost as you are, and it’s Jungkook who raises the cuffs in his hand. “But you have toys?” And you can't help but laugh at the silliness of it all.
“Okay?” You ignore the heat on your cheeks, stepping further into your bedroom as they look at you with round eyes. “I can’t try some things out?”
You can see the realization dawn on them slowly, their own faces heating up as you cross your arms. “Then why’d you-“
Fuck it.
“I thought of you.” The confession comes out quick and soft, so fast that you hope they don’t even understand what you said. But with the way Jungkook’s eyebrows raise and Namjoon’s mouth parts, you know they did. “Both of you,” you add and shift your weight from one foot to the other, shyly now.
“Both of us?” Namjoon asks, and you don’t see him take a step closer, the air shifting as Jungkook stands up.
“At the same time?”
Your head nods before your words come out, your eyes widening as both of them move closer to you. “Yes. Both of you at the same time.”
Namjoon reaches you first. His large hand makes the toy in his palm look tiny as he tilts his head, giving you a look that makes your breath hitch. “Can you tell us what exactly you were thinking in that pretty little head of yours as you played with yourself?”
And you knew, once you crossed this line, there was no turning back.
-
“Fuck, Baby. You’re so wet.“ Namjoon groans, he’s face-to-face with your pretty pussy, watching the way your arousal seeps from your puffy folds as his body keeps your legs spread open. Your hands are raised above your head, handcuffed to your headboard, and leaving you helpless to the two men in your bed.
You never thought it would lead to this. That they’d confess their feelings for you, and that you’d see your fantasies come to fruition.
“Is she? All for us?” Jungkook hummed. He was lying on his side, next to you. His lips pulled into an amused grin, his tattooed hand sliding down the front of your stomach and down between your open thighs.
You were naked, blushing, and soaking wet. And when Jungkook’s fingers gathered the slick coating your wet folds, your eyelashes fluttered closed. Your breath hitched as your teeth bit your bottom lip, and he dragged your sweet slick up to your pulsing clit.
“Oh fuck,” your mewl is needy, your head falling back into the pillows as Jungkook swirled his fingertips nice and slow around your sensitive nub. No one had touched you before like this, but your body responded so well to them, your thighs twitching as he put more pressure, pulling more cute noises from your lips.
“Pretty pussy’s just soaking wet, huh?” Jungkook hummed, and Namjoon pulled one of your thighs over his shoulder, his fingers spread your wet folds open wider, getting an intimate view of the way your drooling cunt clenched around nothing.
Jungkook slipped his fingers from your clit, showing you the way you made his fingers glisten with your slick before your mouth dropped open.
Namjoon had wasted no time in burying his face between your thighs the moment Jungkook moved. His fat tongue flattening against your slit, dragging up until he could suck your clit into his mouth with a low groan.
You had never felt anything like it. Your thighs clamped around Namjoon’s head, your back arching as your toes curled. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The noise you made was pornographic. Your cheeks flushing, your wrists straining against the cuffs as Namjoon’s big hands grabbed your waist, keeping you from running from his tongue.
“Fuck, she tastes good too, Koo.” Joonie groaned, his hips pressing into the mattress underneath him to find friction for his aching cock. His lips kissed your clit, his tongue licking the syrupy sweetness you dripped like it was his new favorite dessert.
And then he was burying his face further, his jaw slacking open wider, his fingers digging into your thighs as Jungkook slicked-covered fingertips circle your nipples, coating both of them with your sweetness. “Yeah?” He says to Namjoon, knowing he won’t get an answer. ”I want a taste.”
Namjoon’s tongue bullied its way into your wet heat, curling and filling your hole as your gummy walls fluttered in pleasure. And Jungkook’s lips wrapping around one of your nipples, his tongue swirling the nub and making you cry out louder as he sucked the sweetness off your breast.
It was overwhelming. Two mouths, four hands on your body, with you unable to touch either of them. You had only read this kind of stuff online, never once thinking you’d experience it. And it felt so good.
Jungkook leans over you, giving your other nipple the same treatment he gave the previous one. His lips wrapped around your areola, sucking the slick he had smeared onto your breast with his tongue. And his tongue sends tingling electricity all the way to your pussy.
Namjoon held onto your soft thighs, groaning into your wet cunt as your thighs tightened around his head. It only made his cock twitch more, precum staining his boxers as he made out with pretty pussy. He gave you toe-curling swirls from his tongue as he shook his head, trying to reach deeper into your fluttering hole with a pussydrunk moan that you felt vibrate throughout your body.
The familiar heat you had felt with your rose toy returned, and your whines grew more needy and high-pitched as they continued. They left you crying out their names, hips bucking as Jungkook’s teeth grazed your sensitive nipples and Namjoon sucked your clit into his mouth again, flicking his tongue rapidly until you were seeing white.
Your body locked up the moment you reached your orgasm. Your mouth dropped open into a scream before your body shook, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in ecstasy.
Namjoon kept his mouth on your pussy, his tongue working you through your first orgasm, prolonging the high as Jungkook kneaded your breasts with his hands. “That’s it, cum on Joonie’s tongue,” Jungkook hummed, his lips kissing your shoulder and up your neck as you whimpered. “You did so good for us.”
When your orgasm subsides into tremors in your thighs, Jungkook is already unlocking the cuffs around your wrists. I guess the cuffs were your gift when you had purchased your two toys and your pussy clenched around nothing, pathetically, as Jungkook gave your wrists each a kiss.
You look gorgeous like this. Your body pliant, pussy glistening with need, your lips parted as you tried to catch your breath.
Namjoon sits up onto his knees, kneeling between your legs as Jungkook puts the handcuffs on your bedside table next to your two toys. They both watch as you flutter your eyes open, cheeks flushed, and your eyelids half-mast as you blink up at them with glossy eyes. And it’s Namjoon who speaks first.
“You good, Pretty?” In the end, they both knew this was still new for you, and they wanted to make sure you were still okay.
They didn’t know you were already thinking back to stories you had read late at night, imagining what you could try next.
Your lips curved into a smile, and your tongue wetted your lips as you answered softly. “M’good. Can I try sucking one of your guys’ cocks?”
Fuck.
It’s about to be a long weekend.
wow you made it to the end.
tell me about it.
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