✧ genre :: boyfriend!switch!RM x girlfriend!switch!reader
✧ warnings :: established relationship, missionary, cowgirl, vaginal (let me know if im missing anything!! :3) (!!!THIS IS ONLY AN INTERPRETATION OF THE CHARACTER IDOL’S PLAY AND IS NOT MEANT TO PORTRAY NOR HARM ANY REAL PEOPLE!!!)
✧ word count :: 1914
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♡ summary
┊ You and your boyfriend have been teasing each other over text all day, it’s time for that sexual tension to finally end.
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┊ this took like 4 days to write omg!!
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✿ fic starts here ✿
The house was silent.
Silent besides the sound of skin slapping and explicit moans coming from the living room couch.
You and your boyfriend RM didn’t even make it to the bedroom! You were both too desperate and in the moment. When he picked you up from work, he was still in his sweaty workout clothes. Him and the group had been working and practicing all day. He was already worked up from the sexting you two had indulged in during his breaks, swearing to handle it after work. The teasing in the car, unbeknownst to you, would only make things worse for yourself.
You both immediately got out of the car. Scurrying up the driveway of your shared home. RM fumbled around with his keys, his excitement becoming extremely evident when he could barely even unlock your front door.
Upon entrance, you both wasted no time throwing your things on the floor and finishing what you’ve started. Your bags hit the ground with a noticeable “thud!”. Probably from your computer in your messenger bag, but you both seem like you couldn’t care less, too busy letting your hands explore each other’s bodies as your lips clashed into a passionate kiss that would last so long it would begin to become a makeout.
As the kiss continued, you guided him and yourself back until the back of your thigh felt the couch. Feeling the fabric, you plopped him and yourself down, continuing the kiss and breaking the tension.
You both broke the kiss, not only to catch your breaths, but
also to undress. You two began ripping your clothes off in desperation to get to what you’ve both been waiting for. Even if you’ve both been only waiting for a day, it feels like years of being touch starved.
You both had some sort of control, that is until he lost his after seeing your bra come off. You barely had time to process before he leaned in for another kiss, this time taking your nipple between his pointer finger and his thumb and rolling it around. You let out moans into the kiss as he did so, the action created a familiar tingling sensation in your stomach.
This time he broke the kiss, but only to push you down, back lying flat against the couch as he removed his sweatpants to reveal his nearly rock hard cock, only being covered by his thin underwear.
RM wasted no time pushing your thighs apart with his knees, his fingers already trailing down your stomach toward the waistband of your panties, the last barrier between you two.
"Been thinking about how wet you'd be for me all goddamn day.” He threw that comment out like it wasn’t something you would remember for years to come.
His fingertips dipped beneath the fabric, finding you already slick and ready, drawing a shuddering gasp from you as he circled your clit with practiced ease.
The way his thumb pressed slow circles against your clit made your back arch off of the couch, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he watched your face intently. He wanted to make sure you were actually enjoying this after all and not just faking.
He picked up on every twitch of your lips, every micro expression, every flutter of your eyes, like he was analyzing and studying the way you were already worked up just from this.
"Is this really all it takes?" RM asked, pressing his fingers a bit softer against your clit for you to answer and to see what would happen, your desperate whine was apparently answer enough. You bucked your hips against his fingers, unable to form words beyond a breathless "please" as his touch sent sparks shooting up your spine, your thighs trembling around his wrist.
RM smirked at the desperation in your voice, his fingers slowing just enough to make you whimper, then suddenly…he stopped completely. He withdrew his hand with a wet sound that made your cheeks burn hotter. He held your gaze as he brought his glistening fingers to his lips, sucking on his own fingers, tongue darting to taste you with deliberate slowness. "Fuck," he let out a drawn out groan, the vibration of it traveling through your body where his knee pressed between your thighs. "Even sweeter than I imagined." He smirked smugly.
His words sent a fresh wave of heat between your legs.
The smirk never left his lips as he finally peeled off those damp boxers, his cock springing free with a length that made your mouth water. "Tell me, sweetheart," he murmured, voice rough as he palmed himself through his boxers, watching your eyes track the movement, "were you dripping like this in your stupid little office chair? Thinking about me fucking you senseless?"
The question wasn’t rhetorical. He wanted to hear how badly you’d wanted him even when you thought you had the upper hand.
RM didn’t wait for your answer. The way you stared at his long lengthy member, cock drunk. The way your hips jerked against his knee told him everything. With a groan that sounded pained, he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance as his fingers tightened on your hips. "Fuck, you’re gonna take me so good," he murmured, voice thick before driving slowly into you inch by inch.
RM wouldn't give you the quick pounding you wanted yet. He knew how to tease you. Agonizingly slow thrusts that had you clawing at his back as your gummy walls clenched around him. He exhaled sharply through his nose, forehead pressing against yours.
"Look at you," he grunted, leaning down specifically to whisper into your ear. His voice was rough and gritty, "Such a beautiful good girl, taking my cock so so well. Fuck, baby, you're so pretty when you're desperate." He praised.
The stretch burned deliciously, that familiar ache of being filled just right. His hips rolled forward with very deliberate slowness, knowing just how to tease you.
The groan that escaped you was from the deep depths of your body really feeling the pleasure, but you couldn’t help it.
“God, RM, you feel-"
Your sentence was cut short when he slightly sped up. At this pace, any change, whether small, large, increase or decrease, was noticeable, causing a cry from your throat.
He let out a chuckle, fingers tightening on your hips as he repeated motion, slowly dragged out until your thighs trembled around him.
Your hips jerked uselessly, chasing the friction he kept denying.
"Faster-"
The word cracked into a moan as he leaned down to suck a hickey into your collarbone, his hips still moving at that torturously snail’s pace. "Please, RM, I can’t-"
“Hm?” He hummed against your skin, the vibration traveling straight to your core as he dragged his cock out inch by agonizing inch, only to sink back in with the same stupid slowness.
“You can," he murmured, "You will." His free hand slid between you, thumb finding your clit again with featherlight pressure that had you sobbing. "Gonna watch you cum just like this."
The broken whine that tore from your throat was embarrassingly loud, your hips weakly thrusting (at least attempting to) against his cock. The pace of his thrusts was just shy of where you needed it. "RM-god-" you groaned in frustration.
The way his cock twitched inside you was addicting. "You think you can cum easy after driving me crazy all day?" The words came out as he simultaneously continued snapping hips forward to punctuate each syllable. You barely could comprehend the sentence.
"Little tease. Gonna make you earn it.”
The sob that you followed up with was filled with half frustration and half pleasure, as his cock tapped against that perfect spot inside of you while denying me the faster friction you craved. "I-I wasn't-" Your protest dissolved into a gasp when he angled his hips just right, the sudden pressure making you whimper. "Oh god-"
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thigh as he held you open, his smirk widening at the way you tried to defend yourself when what he said was obviously true.
His hips rolled forward just enough to remind you how deep he could be, but isn’t, then stilled completely, his smirk growing as he watched your thighs tremble once again.
“Tell me you're sorry for teasing me all day,"
The whimper that escaped you sounded embarrassingly desperate, your nails digging into his shoulders and back as you tried and failed, once again, to grind against him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Just- move!”
He chuckled at your desperation.
"Not quite there yet, sweetheart. Try again. Mean it this time." He taunted.
Something snapped. Maybe my patience, maybe my sanity. You bucked your hips violently upward into his cock, impaling yourself deeper onto him with wet slaps that echoed through the room.
“Fuck your games," you gasped.
His smirk quickly was wiped off his face and turned into an expression of confusion and desire. His hands scrambled to grip the couch as your sudden movement nearly knocked him off balance.
"Jesus- fuck-" His cock began to twitch inside you as his head fell back,
The power shift sent adrenaline rushing straight to your pussy. His shocked expression and the way his thighs tensed when you pinned him down with your full body weight only turned you on more. "My turn," you teased, lifting yourself almost completely off him then dropping back down with enough force to make the couch creak.
The couch groaned beneath you both as RM's hands flew to your hips, his fingers digging into you hard when you rolled your hips in slow, torturous circles, exactly like what he did to you. His head thumped back against the arm rest, but he could care less.
You finally got a ragged moan from his mouth. The control was intoxicating, but that moan? It threw you overboard. The combination of the way his cock twitched inside you, the desperate flex of his fingers, watching his eyelids flutter, it all had a part to play as well.
The first pulse of your climax was quickly approaching, hot and insistent in your stomach, prompting you to roll your hips faster. No more teasing, no more control over yourself. Just the slick slap of skin and the delicious stretch as you took him deeper with each downward stroke. Your fingers rubbed your clit in frantic circles. The dual stimulation made your thighs shake as you chased that sweet high.
His hands flew to your waist as your rhythm turned frantic, his eyes widening when you slammed down hard enough to force the air from his lungs. "Fuck- fuck, slow down-" he choked out, but his hips bucked upward instinctively, meeting your almost inhumane pace. He was overstimulated and overwhelmed by the sudden loss of control.*
You gasped, thighs burning as I fucked myself on him faster, harder, the wet slap of skin loud even in the large living room. "G-Gonna-gonna come-"
The broken whimper that tore from RM's throat when your walls suddenly clenched around him was sweeter than any praise, his hands flying to grip your waist as his hips bucked wildly under you, losing all its original rhythm.
You rid out your orgasm to the fullest as it crashed onto you full force, stretching it until you couldn’t anymore.
You panted, catching your breath as you had finally earned what you wanted.
Sorry this next chapter is taking ages, been having a lot of health issues but I'm finally in the swing of things again so have a snippet! it's already sitting around 2k words <3
Friends help friends chapter 2 snippet, Jimin x Reader x Namjoon 18+
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.
I’m about to start writing the second part of “Friends help friends.” And I’m wondering, would you guys like a little more member on member stuff in the fics? I had a small amount in the last one purely because I thought of it when I was almost done, but I want to add more to make it feel more threesome energy.
More member on member?
Yes
No
Voting ended onApr 19
No matter the result of this poll there will be some, I always make it that way when I write threesomes. But I just want to see if yall want more than a simple kiss :)
18+ content. MDNI. Please be mindful of what you read
This is part one of my series "Friends help Friends". This part sets up a majority of the plot, as 80% of this series will just be pure smut. For more info check the masterlist <3
Summary: The tour was creeping up on them, after years the anxiety was getting to them. Namjoon and Yoongi were in his office trying to decompress like old times. The conversation wasn't one they typically went towards, but it happened and now Namjoon can't stop imagining his girlfriend with his friend. Lucky for him, she believes that friends help friends.
Includes: Established relationship (Rm&Reader), anxious talks, threesome, Men kiss (briefly), oral (reader recieving), hair pulling, scratching, overstim, Namjoon kinda has a cuck chair (idk how else to say it), protected and unprotected PinV, "baby, babygirl, honey, sweetheart, good girl." Praise kink, dry humping, Yoongi shoulder injury, Men bickering/verbally teasing each other.
6.2k words ~ Series Masterlist ~ Regular masterlist ~ Jimin
Namjoons hand was soft against your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone every so often as you both melted into the kiss. His other had a loose grip on your waist, helping you to keep your balance as you rocked your hips slowly in his lap.
It'd been like this for just shy of an hour you thought; the entire thing just a lazy connection between the two of you after he returned home from a day full of promos.
It helps according to him. Helps his body release all the pent of energy and anxiety that builds up. It helps him just to be around you in all fairness, but he's not going to deny the relaxation that comes from the physicality of it all.
"Wanna go faster." You whispered against his lips, trying to move your hips quicker without falling.
"Go for it baby." He smiled, sliding his arm further across your back to keep you from falling.
Namjoon kept his lips against yours as you sped up your hips, grinding yourself against his growing cock. His slight groans were drowned out by your desperate whines, the small touches of the past hour starting to catch up to you.
You were quick to find a grip against him, one of your hands settling on his shoulder and the other sliding through his hair. His teeth dragged against your lip as you pulled on the strands slightly, a weakness of his.
"You're perfect, you know that?" He whispered, pushing his hips into yours just enough to send send your head back. "Absolutely perfect."
—
Promos were killing him, all of them really. He was sure one of the videos was going to make him come off as absolutely insane when in reality he'd just drank his 7th cup of coffee to stay awake.
Tour started soon, and as much as they were excited to be performing again, there was also a lot of fear surrounding it. Being the leader, Namjoon was everyone's person to talk to about it. He tried helping, but there was only so much words could do.
"I'm sorry man." Namjoon sighed, leaning back into his office chair. "I wish I could help, especially with tour so close."
Yoongi chuckled, taking a sip of his soju before speaking. "Sometimes it makes me wish it was still like when we were younger."
Namjoon started at the other man, a questioning look evident on his face. He didn't really understand what he meant. It was obvious Yoongi could tell, sighing slightly as he leaned forward.
"Before the fame, when you could just go out and hookup with someone at a bar with no fear."
"Do that often back then?" They both laughed, mumbling out something along the lines of it working between laughs. "Besides, we're in our thirties, doubt it'd be easy to do either way."
The room softened, both men settling into a comfortable silence. It was normal for them, long drawn out silences where the room felt at peace. It was what happened when you'd known someone for half your life.
It wasn't until some of the members ran by, laughing at something unknown that the silence broke a bit. Yoongi mumbled something to himself pulling Namjoons attention.
"Sorry?" He asked turning towards his friend. "I didn't hear you with them being crazy out there."
"You don't have to worry about all that stuff." Yoongi spoke, a smirk on his face.
"I mean I do, I am the leader so-"
"No I meant the stress relief bullshit." He laughed taking a rather large drink of the soju he'd been nursing. "Trying to find a physical way to get it all out, your girlfriend is a big help I imagine."
Namjoon paused, the other man's words giving him ideas that any half decent man wouldn't be thinking. You were the best stress relief he had, even if a good part of it was the romance aspect, he hadn't felt the physical discomfort from the stress of their lives since you came home with him that first night.
He had to look away from his friend, thoughts of his you could "help out" consuming his mind like a drug. You'd always liked the other members, you two had talked about your Fangirl days, but you'd never told him who your favorite was back then.
Maybe it was Yoongi, maybe he could help his friend and fulfill a fantasy for you all in the same day. He liked the idea, more than he wanted to admit. The thought of you and Yoongi together, he'd be able to see every aspect of you that way, see the things he'd miss when it was just the two of you.
He didn't say anything, even when he looked back up at the other man after ages of creating months worth of daydreams. For a moment he thought Yoongi was reading his mind, the smirk still prominent on his face.
"The way your face looks I know I'm right." Yoongi laughed, maybe the alcohol was getting to him.
"Do you think she's pretty?" Namjoon stuttered out without thinking.
"No shit." His laugh continued. "I think every one of us has at some point, Jungkook cried over the 'betrayal' once it was fucking hilarious." The exaggerated air quotes the man did made Namjoon laugh more than the statement.
"Would've paid to see that."
It was all he could say, his friend didn't need to know how much fuel he just gave the thoughts flooding his head.
—
"Have you ever thought about having a threesome?" Namjoon's voice broke through the comfortable silence that had built up as you got ready for bed.
You turned to him, eyes wide at the sudden and explicit question. He looked nervous to even ask it, small in his place under the covers as he watched your reaction. It was weird seeing him like that, which only enhanced your confusion.
"I'm guessing you have?" He sighed, sinking further into the pillows.
"Yoongi and I had a conversation today, it brought up— well it made me start to think about that type of stuff." He got quiet towards the end. "He wasn't even talking about that specifically, but he brought you up and I-"
"Wait, so he wasn't talking about threesomes, but brought me up and you like, instantly thought of threesomes?"
Namjoon went quiet, pursing his lips together before nodding. "I'm sorry." Was all he managed to get out.
"No no—you don't have to be sorry. I'm just—do you want to have a threesome with Yoongi?" He stared at you, the bluntness catching him off guard.
"It didn't start like that. At first he brought up the whole stressed hookup thing and then I thought of the two of you together and—okay note taken." He cut himself off, the sour look on your face at the idea of you and Yoongi, without Namjoon, prevalent on your face.
"Sorry please continue." You whispered, making your way over to the bed and finally sitting above the covers.
"It just spiraled after that I guess. He seems so stressed, and sex helps? Sex with you helps me and it would probably help him and then he brought up the other members also finding you pretty and— fuck I think I do, I haven't stopped thinking about it."
He sunk his face into his hands, dragging them down his face dramatically. Attempting to comfort him you managed to get yourself under the covers, scooting over until you could rest your head on his shoulder with ease.
Namjoon reacted almost instantly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his allowing you to hear his racing heartbeat. You melted into him, the exhaustion of the day catching up to you.
"If you really want to we can, if it'd help you both, I'm more than willing."
—
The conversation didn't get brought up in the morning, if you didn't trust your memory as much as you did you may have thought it was a dream. He left the same way he did every morning, this morning however he seemed happier than normal, especially with the early wake up due to Hoseoks own nerves.
You didn't expect much to come out of it; maybe just knowing you weren't mad was enough to calm his mind about the newfound fantasy. Granted, it didn't help much that now you were thinking about it. Half of your morning was spent scrolling past promotions pictures of them all, trying to ignore the lingering glances you took whenever Yoongi showed up.
It shocked you when your boyfriend texted you in the afternoon when you knew he was at an interview. The text itself was simple enough, far from innocent in your mind. "Can Yoongi-hyung stay over tonight?" He didn't need to say it aloud, the implication was enough for you.
You typed back a yes without much thought before throwing your phone. Everything felt too real, you couldn't tell if you were more terrified or excited. In an embarrassing moment you ran to the shower, staying in there for who knows how long, bringing up flashbacks of when you would do this before every date with Namjoon.
The shower managed to calm you down enough to be able to resume what you were doing. That was until you remembered your phone was lying on the floor.
Picking it up was a mistake for your sanity. In the midst of random notification was a single text from the man invading your relationship and your mind. "If you want me to bring anything let me know, we both know Namjoon won't."
He was right. You both knew your boyfriend better than yourselves. Soon you'd both know every part of him, parts only you had known originally shared. It was weird how easily that thought crossed your mind, and how quickly it made your heart race.
"Only yourself and a change of clothes." Was your response. Your nerves were on fire once again, resulting in you spending the next few hours panic cleaning every inch of your house before you got the text that the two men were on their way home.
You felt like your chest was going to explode when the car pulled up. Trying to act cool when they walked it the door, takeout in their hands with small smiles.
"He insisted on buying us food." Your boyfriend spoke, walking towards you with a bag from your favorite fast food place. "He was driving so I couldn't stop him." He laughed, pressing his lips against your cheek as he handed you one of the bags.
"When have you ever stopped me from buying you food?" Yoongis voice rang out, already sitting at the table and taking out his order.
The two started bickering as they ate, leaving you to watch as you did the same. God you were so fucked.
—
"We don't have to do this if you're nervous baby." Namjoon whispered as he pulled you into him.
It was an out. Yoongi was within speaking distance, in the bathroom just on the other side of the wall. You'd spoken about it, just enough to know it was actually happening. There was enough trust between the three of you to know that was enough.
You decided not to respond, instead closing the distance between you and Namjoon. The kiss started off slow, allowing you to feel him smile into it. His hands rested on your waist, keeping you close as your hand rested on broad shoulders.
It was easy to fall back into your normal routine. The endless kisses while grinding into one another. For a minute or so you both seemed to forget what was happening, but it didn't seem like the other man minded.
"Comfortable?" Yoongis voice shocked both of you for a moment.
"Fuck man you scared me." Your boyfriend laughed as he pulled away from you making you grin.
Namjoon beckoned Yoongi onto the bed, his orders being followed with no resistance. You suddenly found yourself between the two of them, sitting on Namjoons lap with your back now against him.
Yoongi had a soft smile on his face, head tilted slightly as he took in the scene; more specifically you. You'd manage to catch the subtle way his teeth sunk into his lip for a split second as his eyes trailed across you.
Slowly you reached your hand towards him, brushing a fallen strand of hair away from the edge of his glasses. It was so soft you almost missed it, but he attempted to lean into your hand. The act made something twist inside of you.
Before you knew it you were leaning forward. Your lips barely pressed against his, eyes fluttering shut at the act. He waited for your next move, staying still until you started to move your lips against his.
Yoongi smiled against your lips as you giggled into the kiss, tasting his citrusy lip balm he no doubt applied copious amounts of in the bathroom. "It's been a while, wanted them to be soft for you." He whispered, catching onto what your laughter was.
"You succeeded." You replied, connecting your lips once again.
It moved faster from there. His hands made their way to you. One resting on your knee while the other held your cheek. Your own tangled themselves in the newly short hair with ease, trying to keep him close to you.
His tongue slid against your lips, pushing through at your allowance. Yoongi dominated the kiss, sloppy at first, taking a moment to remember how.
Carefully, his hand slid higher on your leg. He was slow moving, not faltering in the kiss as it climbed to your thigh resting below the edge of your pajama shorts. The grip just enough to know the hand was there.
Soon you felt Namjoons breath against your neck, his chest now pressed directly against your back. You gasped into the kiss as his lips pressed against your skin, not staying in one place for longer than a second.
His hands traveled to your waist, keeping you still between the two men. Even as you tried to shift your hips back into his own, his grip tightened making you whine against the other mans lips.
"Really? Already?" Namjoon laughed, pulling away from your neck and sitting his shoulder against your chin.
"Hmm?" Yoongi hummed, barely moving from your lips. "What's wrong?"
"He won't let me move." You pouted, leaning into Yoongi dramatically.
You heard an exasperated sigh come from your boyfriend, no doubt a reaction from what was probably a scolding look from the man you were currently pressing into.
"She's trying to grind into me, already." You groaned into Yoongis shoulder at the accusation.
Yoongi scoffed. His hands migrated to your waist, hovering above Namjoons for a moment before shoving them off of you. You both gasped as his hands replaced the others, lifting you off of your boyfriends lap and placing you down on his own.
"You can do whatever you want with me baby." Yoongi whispered, slowly guiding your hips against his until you started to move on your own accord.
Quickly you glanced back to Namjoon, the shocked expression still stuck on his face. His eyes were wide, staring unapologetically at the place where your hips rested on his friend.
Turning back around you connected your lips to Yoongis once more. This time the kiss was quickly reciprocated, there was no longer hesitation in his touches.
His grip tightened against you as you sped up your hips, now pushing yourself against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. He groaned into your mouth, bucking his hips against yours carefully, waiting for your reaction before repeating it.
You pulled away from his lips, a moan leaving you as the friction against your covered clit started to build. Yoongi didn't let up, forcing your hips to keep the new pace as you started to lose your balance. His lips were quick to find your neck at the loss of yours, teeth scraping against the skin bordering on painful.
"She'll cum like that if you let her." Namjoon spoke, deep voice now filling the room.
It was meant as a warning, you think. Yoongi didn't seem to take it as one.
"Yeah? Like making a mess, ruining our clothes hm?" You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder as he dug his hands tighter into you. "Go ahead, make a mess on my lap baby. That's what I'm here for isn't it?"
"Keep doing that." Namjoons voice was close to you once again, you could feel the bed shifting as he moved. "She loves being talked through it."
You whined into the other mans shoulder, hips starting to move against him with a desperate rhythm. You dug your hand into his arm to try and regain your balance, your other reaching behind you trying to find your boyfriend.
"Should I tell her she's good, or does she like it meaner?" Yoongi asked, voice vibrating against you.
"She loves being good, don't you honey?" Namjoon whispered as he grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through with yours. "Always so good for me."
His lips were suddenly on the other side of your neck, chest pressed against your back once more. Every move of your hips pushed your ass into him. You almost felt suffocated, pushed perfectly between both men, two sets of lips on your neck. It was enough to push you over the edge, shaking between them as your orgasm rolled over you.
Yoongi pulled away from you, focus switching to watch your face as you came, ignoring the small whine that left when lips disappeared. Namjoon stayed close, smiling against you as he continued biting kisses into the skin.
"Fuck you look so pretty." Yoongis hand moved to rest under your chin, lifting it just enough for your eyes to meet his. "Soaked through my sweats, can feel it on my skin."
"Guess he should take them off then, right baby?" Namjoon asked you, a hypothetical really.
You nodded, trying, and failing, to push yourself off of the mans lap so he could, pulling you back onto his. The other man caught on and helped you onto his after laughing slightly at your failure.
Namjoon held you close to him as you continued to calm down, both of your eyes watching as Yoongis hands slipped beneath the waistband of his sweats. Slowly, he pushed them off of his hips, sitting up slightly to do so. You couldn't help but stare as dark boxers came into view, a small whimper leaving you as you noticed the dark spot covering his cock.
"Want the boxers off too?" He asked, thumb toying with the elastic with a smirk. Once again you nodded, having difficulty pulling your eyes away from him. "I'll do it, but I don't want to be the only one half naked baby."
You looked back at Namjoon who smiled, giving you a look that screamed agreement. His actions were louder. The hands that were keeping you tethered to him moved, sliding his hands beneath your shirt before pulling it up your torso.
Before you knew it the shirt was thrown somewhere in the room, and everyone was now heavily aware that you went without a bra for the occasion. You'd expected a comment from one of them, but instead Namjoons hand practically flew to your breast.
Yoongis eyes were wide as he watched Namjoon massage your breast, his hand slow moving but heavy with every grasp.
"I wasn't just talking to her." His voice was quiet as his eyes flickered up to your boyfriends for a moment before returning to your chest.
He chuckled behind you, not putting up a fight as he used his spare hand to pull off his own shirt and adding it to the pile of discarded clothes. You didn't have to look back to know, feeling his warm skin against your back.
"Better?" He didn't answer, instead he kept to his word and pushed the elastic band down allowing his cock to spring free.
"Can I?" You asked, reaching out to rest your hand on his thigh while waiting for permission.
"Yeah you can." He whispered, leaning into press his lips against yours once again.
You moved your hand onto him as you kissed back, slowly dragging your hand along the shaft. He whined into the kiss with every pass of your thumb over his tip, hips bucking slightly into your grip.
Yoongi let out a quiet moan as you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip, matching it with a tightening grip on his cock.
"Shit don't do that."
"Close already?" Namjoon asked before you could apologize.
"Listen it—fuck baby—it's been a while. that's the whole reason we're here." He pulled away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.
Namjoon gripped your wrist, making your movements slow much to the dismay of the other man. "Don't whine at me." He laughed, guiding your hand off of him. "Thought you had other things you wanted to do? Can't do those if you cum within two minutes of her touching you."
Yoongi groaned, falling back onto the mattress dramatically. He quickly tried to slow his breathing, falling under watchful eyes. His cock twitched as he craned his head up to look at you, the red color growing darker with every passing second.
He whispered something to himself before shooting back up again. "I hate you." He said to the man behind you with a grimace.
His hands went to your thighs, trailing over the thin fabric of your shorts until he made it to your waistband. Without warning he started to pull them down, waiting for the other man to lift your hips in aid. You kicked them off once they made it below your knee, following suit with your soaked panties, trying to ignore the difficulty of it.
Before you could ask what the things the two had obviously discussed before hand were, Yoongi pressed his lips against yours once again. You gasped against his mouth as his hand ghosted over your cunt, fingertip brushing against your swollen clit.
"Think he wants to show you his tongue technology." Namjoon whispered, cutting himself off with a failed attempt at hiding his laughter.
"I'm going to fucking kill him." Yoongi whispered to you between breaths.
"Is he wrong?" You giggled, sliding your hand down the mans arm until you could press his hand against you.
The man had a look on his face that you couldn't quite read. Namjoon could apparently. His presence left as you were stuck sitting on the sheets. They didn't allow you to question it; within seconds your back was flat against the same sheets and Yoongi was sliding off the bed.
He winked at your shocked expression before pressing his lips inches away from your entrance. His hands landed on your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, wincing slightly at first before repositioning himself.
He continued to tease, pressing soft kisses around your clit, allowing his breath to breeze past it. You were starting to grow desperate, trying to push your hips against him with minimal success.
Namjoon made his way back to you, lifting your head and resting it comfortably on his thigh. Without a word he reached down, carding his hand through yours and lifting it into the air. He guided you both to the back of the other mans skull, Namjoon helping you slide your fingers through the strands before placing his hand on the back of yours.
"Be a good girl for me and take what you want okay?" He whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.
You nodded, tightening your grip on Yoongis hair before pulling him towards where you wanted him. He let out a moan at the action, laughing a bit before pressing his lips against your clit.
He started slow, soft kisses against your cunt before increasing the pressure. He moved to focus on your entrance, nose nudging against your clit just enough to keep your focus.
It didn't take long for him to move, dragging his finger against your now drenched core. You gasped as he slowly pushed the digit into you, curling it the second it was all in. His tongue focused now on your clit, trying to match the movement of his tongue to the now moving finger.
You pulled him closer, thighs now trying to tighten around his head against your will. Yoongi didn't seem to mind, eyes staring up at you with an evil glint present. You barely registered him adding the second finger, him managing to time it at the same time that Namjoons large hands returned to your breasts.
"Close baby?" Namjoon asked, smiling above you when you nodded. Yoongi, still watching you, moaned against you at the fact. "Go ahead, he's practically begging for it the way hes humping the fucking air."
He laughed as the other man flipped him off, proving him right by not stopping and only increasing the speed of his other hand. You managed to catch the way his hips were shifting for a split second before he sucked harder on your clit making your head fly backwards.
Soon your grip tightened, your second orgasm barrelling towards you before you could warn Yoongi. You pulled him impossibly closer, the man putting up no reisitence at the act as you came. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue with a moan as your taste exploded across his it.
You heard muffled praises fill the air as your body started relax once more, which man they were coming from you truthfully had no idea.
"Shit I need a minute." Yoongis voice broke through pulling your gaze towards him.
His face was covered in you, the sheen made more apparent by the lamp off to the side. His tongue was running along his bottom lip with a hum as he spoke. Namjoon moved as well, taking his hands off of your breasts to brush the fallen hair off of your face.
Both men laughed as you whined, groaning at the sudden lack of touch. You tried to drag Namjoons hands back to no avail.
"Want me to do something baby girl?" He smiled as you nodded dramatically. He looked to his friend, cocking his head slightly before asking. "Want to watch me fuck her? That enough of a break for you?"
"I hate how hot that sounds." Yoongi mumbled, standing up to sit on the edge of the bed nearest you.
"Please Joonie." You whispered, sitting up to press your lips against his.
He kissed back, allowing to control the pace as he pushed his pants down to his knees. Boxers followed soon after, letting his cock bounce against his stomach.
You climbed onto his lap, grinding yourself against him. One of his hands slid across your back, making its way to the base of your neck keeping you still as he pulled out of the kiss.
You felt eyes on you as you reached between the two of you, grabbing Namjoons cock with ease. He let out a sharp gasp as you dragged your hand along the shaft.
Shifting upwards your knees dug into the mattress. You gripped the base of his cock, positioning it below you, your legs shaking as you hover above it.
"You sure you want to ride me? You're shaking babe." He sighed as you nodded, nudging the tip against your soaked entrance. "Tell me when it's too much alright?" He pressed his lips against yours as you nodded once again.
You both let out a moan as the tip of his cock breached you, meeting little resistance thanks to the other man. You wasted no time sinking down onto him, unable to control the noises leaving your mouth as your hips hit his thighs.
Namjoon pulled your head closer to him, resting his forehead against yours. His mouth was parted, breathing heavily against yours as he waited for you to move.
Yoongis presence moved closer as you lifted yourself up on shaky thighs before dropping yourself back down. You felt his hand ghost over your back as you moved, his breath loud enough to register over your moans.
"You're so hot." He whispered, shuffling closer. "Using his cock perfectly. Does it feel good?"
"So good Yoongi."You moaned, pressing further into Namjoon with a failed attempt to speed yourself up. "Too—fuck joon—need help."
Within seconds his hands found your waist, holding you still as his hips thrusted into yours. You moved your head into the crook of his shoulder, trying to muffle yourself.
Neither man seemed to like that idea. Yoongis hand slid against yours scalp, gripping your hair in a similar manner to yours earlier before pulling you back. The act made your voice even louder.
"Can feel you getting close baby, clenching around me so tight." You nodded, trying to grind yourself against him as he kept up his thrusts from below. "Go ahead and cum, think someone is getting impatient." Yoongi groaned from behind you.
Despite the annoyance, Yoongi moved closer once again. His hand wrapped around your waist, sliding down until his fingers brushed over your clit. He wasted no time drawing shapes against it, pushing you over the edge.
You shook between them, slumping forward until all of your body weight rested against your boyfriend. He lifted you up just enough to slip his hard cock out of you before allowing you to rest on him once again.
"Feeling alright?" You whined in response , nodding against his shoulder. "Think you can take him?"
"Mhm, wanna do it." You words were a bit slurred, but they didn't mind.
You heard them talking as you tried to control your breathing, your mind still static like. Soon Yoongis presence left, you could hear him leaving the room making your stomach turn.
Lifting your head up you looked at Namjoon with a grimace, thinking something went wrong and the man was leaving fully. He coo'd at you, peppering soft kisses against your face.
"He's coming back, promise." He reassured. "Idiot forgot to grab the condom out of his jacket, no way he's fucking you without one."
"You did." You whispered, giggling at your comment.
"You're my girlfriend baby." He whispered, smiling as you continued to giggle at him. "I'm the only one allowed to do that silly." You agreed with a grin, messily pressing your lips against his as you waited for Yoongi to return.
He did moments later, returning to his place on the bed easily. You pulled away from Namjoon once you felt the slight dip in the mattress.
Turning to look at him you noticed the nervous expression he was trying to hide on his face. Your brain was still a bit fuzzy, making your own nerves quieter; giving you a lot more confidence to lighten the mood.
"How do ya want me?" You asked, plucking the condom out of his hand. "Expect for on top my poor legs." Both men laughed as you pouted.
"I think-" He started, leaning closer to you and grabbing the item back. "You can just lay back and let me make you feel good? That work for you sweetheart?" Yoongis tone was slightly mocking, but the way his voice dipped towards the final word had you silently agreeing.
It didn't take long for Yoongi to be between your thighs once again. Namjoon moved off to the side, mumbling something about a view. So it left the two of you, in what was probably the most vulnerable state you'd ever be with one another.
Yoongi wasn't phased, the way you were looking up at him had his confidence soaring. You heard your boyfriend whisper something, unable to make the words out.
Whatever it was, it was for your benefit. Right before your eyes Yoongi stripped his shirt off, throwing it towards the floor with a smirk, something that only grew the longer you stared.
"Ready? Or do you need more viewing time?" You heard your boyfriend laugh from his seat.
"Think you should fuck me before I fall asleep laying here." The snarky comment made his eyes narrow, keeping eye contact with you as he ripped the condom open.
You watched as he rolled it across his cock, a deeper red than when you saw it earlier. It twitched in his palm with passing second, the look on his face evident to how close he was.
He pressed it against your folds, running the head along them a few times before pausing at the entrance. You tried to nudge him forward by pushing your hips towards him. He instead placed a hand on your hip, holding you still.
Slowly, almost to slowly, he pushed forward. He wasn't as big as Namjoon, but the stretch still caught your breath the further he pushed.
Once his hips met the backs of your thighs, the hand that was guiding his cock quickly found your clit. Yoongi groaned as you clenched around him at the act.
"Fuck I'm not gonna last long." He whispered, leaning down until his head rested in the crook of your neck.
"Neither am I, just fuck me Yoongi."
That's all it took. Within seconds he pulled himself out of you before slamming his hips back against you. You threw your head back at the sudden pace, his thrusts matching the speed of his thumb on your clit.
You could feel him groan into your neck, teeth sinking in as you started to tighten around him. Your hands landed on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. Yoongi winced as you drew past his scar, but he didn't stop you.
"Fucking amazing." Yoongi groaned, lifting his head just enough to kiss you.
He continued his thrusts, cock sliding perfectly against your walls as your fourth orgasm grew closer. You were grinding yourself down on him at this point, unable to decide which part of him against you to focus on.
As he started to stutter against your lips, you turned to look at your boyfriend sitting across from you. Namjoons hand was on his cock, the tip leaking across it as he quickly moved it along himself.
He caught your eye, smiling at you in a way that made your chest feel warm. He winked as you moaned before turning your head back to the other man.
Yoongi's hips were beginning to lose rhythm, cock twitching against your walls. His breathing was growing erratic, matching your own.
Yoongi pulled away, sitting up straight like how he was when you started. Both of his hands traveled to your hips, managing a tight grip before using the leverage to pull you against him, cock hitting deeper than before. You borderline screamed, pulling new noises from both men.
One final thrust and he was done for. His hips stuttered as he came. You brought your hand down to your clit, barely needing to touch it before you followed.
"Thank you thank you thank…" He trailed off, falling onto the mattress beside you.
You hardly had any energy to reply, only turning your head to look at him with a smile. Thankfully it allowed you to see the tail end of your boyfriends orgasm, his cum shooting across his hand and landing across the expanse of his torso.
"How do you feel? Both of you really." Namjoon asked as he walked back over to the bed.
"I owe the both of you, I don't know what I owe you but I do." Yoongi replied as you gave a thumbs up.
Namjoon helped you sit up, allowing you to rest against him as your body grew sore. Yoongi sat up as well, pulling the condom off of himself with an annoyed groan before tying and throwing it away.
There was a comfortable silence that grew over the three of you. Nobody moved, everyone catching their breath. Eventually Namjoon spoke again.
"Is there anything you want baby? Anything we didn't do that you were thinking about?" His voice was soft, words echoed by the other man.
"You guys could kiss, that'd be nice." You said, words mostly a joke.
So it caught you off guard when they both looked at each other with a questioning look. No laughter like you expected.
Before you could backtrack the comment, Yoongi leaned closer to the two of you. His head went passed yours, allowing you to just barely see his lips connect to your boyfriends.
Your eyes went wide, not knowing how to react at the scene in front of you. You hardly managed to lean back enough to see both men's faces, their eyes closed as their lips moved slowly against one another.
They stayed that way, the speed of the kiss never changing, their hands resting on you throughout it all. You didn't know how long it lasted, it didn't really matter because the image was burned into your head.
"Was that good?" Namjoon asked again, laughing slightly as you immediately nodded.
Yoongi laughed, leaning his head on your shoulder. His hand trailed across your back absentmindedly.
