THE WAY I RAN TO YOUR ACC AFTER THIS?@;0@;)@; wiyllt we need yoonkook x y/n revival they're begging WITH me atp 😭
had something else written but it was deranged and idk if the first thing you want to read from me from over a year be... that. not everybody gotta know my freak, yk? let's keep it a secret. so if any of you remember the 'not allowed' series...
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“Missed me?”
“What for?” A sly smile. “I can see you every night if I want. ARMY post some really great fancams. Some of them even have that crispy eyeball quality.”
Min Yoongi pretended to look annoyed. But you knew him better than that. “I don’t like how you two are becoming more alike every day.”
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drabble: ‘not allowed’ series (myg+jjk), idol!BTS, based on real time
pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established poly relationship (she's visiting during their long tour), f-receiving oral, minor nipple play, Yoongi making out with your ear, JK being a brat (obv) bc what's the first thing you do when you see your shared partner? that's right, yank her shorts off
no need to read the series but if you want to, not allowed xviii has all the previous parts linked, drabbles at the bottom of the drabbles masterpost, if anyone has read everything, you are truly incredible and have too much time on your hands lmao
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“Missed me?”
“What for?” A sly smile. “I can see you every night if I want. ARMY post some really great fancams. Some of them even have that crispy eyeball quality.”
Min Yoongi pretended to look annoyed. But you knew him better than that. “I don’t like how you two are becoming more alike every day.”
“Must be so terrible for you.” You batted your eyelashes. He gave you a playful yet exasperated half-smile. What a lovely perfect moment that was suddenly ruined by someone yanking down your pajama shorts. “Hey, what the fu–”
If possible, his tone itself was the eye roll. “So sappy.”
“Oh, sorry, Mister I-Got-Emotional-On-Stage-And-Have-To-Put-On-Sunglasses-At-Night,” you chided, then yelped as Jeon Jungkook swiped at your panties, making you back into Yoongi, who grunted and awkwardly cradled you as you attempted to climb him like a tree. Did not work, considering he wasn’t the tallest. Welp. One would think a man on his knees could be easily thwarted, but this was not the case for the mischievous maknae with the evil grin.
“Get over here, noona!”
“Gah, save me, Yoongi!”
“No one can save you,” and likewise no one heard him as Jungkook grabbed your hips and dragged you back to him. If only there wasn’t so much surface area for him to grip on to.
“Ah! Where’s the hi, how are you?”
“About to be much better, thanks,” Jungkook quipped, tugging down your panties and taking a chomp out of your inner thigh.
“Yah! You freak!”
This was Mister Seven-Days-A-Week, so, yeah, no lies detected.
He placed the flat of his tongue on your thigh, looking up at you with his big brown eyes, and licked all the way up, barely skirting over the dip between your leg and torso. You gawked at him. If his firm grip on your ass wasn’t bad enough, Yoongi was holding your upper arms as if you had done something wrong. Jungkook grinned.
“That’s how you like it.”
You feigned offense. “Excuse me I am a refined – aah!”
Cropping the tour t-shirt sounded like a good idea until you had a full view of your leg being seized and put over Jungkook’s shoulder before half a second later gasping for air as his devious mouth made contact with your pussy that was, undoubtedly, already interested in his forcefulness. Unfortunately (read: fortunately), you liked Mister Seven-Days-A-Week a little too much. He also must have been recently working out again and getting his protein, because you didn’t remember his shoulder being so… meaty?
Vocabulary really went out the window when Jungkook’s tongue was on you.
He tried to look at you and you placed a hand on the top of his head, pushing him back down to better angle your hips. You could hear, no, feel him laugh through your shivering muscles. Wet and he was making it wetter. Your fingers curled in his black hair, feeling the warmth crawl up your spine, his tongue finding your clit a little too easily as if he had your body memorized (punk) and he knew the slow, steady pace to start with, making you hiss and tip your head back.
Yoongi’s warm breath drifted over your ear.
“I told him to not be too excited,” he murmured. “But I think this is his idea of being not too excited.”
You shuddered as a sneaky wave of pleasure rattled through you. “Y-Yeah, I can see that…”
As if the sensations weren’t enough, you heard Yoongi chuckle, pressing his lips right beneath your ear. Oh, this insufferable, underhanded… but you didn’t finish the thought since Jungkook was picking up the pace, closing his lips around those sensitive nerves, licking with more friction and force now. You would have fallen over if you weren’t holding onto his head for dear life and leaning against Yoongi. Who, by the way, was suspiciously sturdy. He had said that he took up running for cardio and to have better stamina. Mhm. A likely story. (Actually, yes, but also to keep up with your and Jungkook’s libidos.) Yoongi’s hands had also moved from your upper arms to your waist, deft fingers dancing up your hot skin, and you glanced down only to find Jungkook most certainly watching the rising of your shirt.
You glared at him.
Which didn’t do much because he flicked you with his tongue, causing you to buck into his face. You could only see half of his very smug expression. He squeezed your ass. You stuck your tongue out at him and then was rudely interrupted by fingertips coming into contact with your nipples, rubbing them far too delicately for how supercharged this situation was.
“Ugh, fuck… Yoongi…”
“Hm?”
He wanted you to say it. Asshole. “H... Harder…”
He used the back of his hand to push up your shirt to give Jungkook a better look. Those big peepers sparkled with gratitude under your wrist. Whose side was he on, anyway? “What do you mean?” Not yours, apparently. The back of your head was practically on his shoulder as he continued feathering kisses on your neck.
“Pinch me, damnnit,” you gasped, closing your eyes as the tension rose in your core.
“So bossy,” he said in that deep, lazy tone of his, doing exactly what you wanted. You were too deep in euphoria to feel any pain. He pinched with thumb and middle finger, using his index to rub the tip at the same time, sending electricity through the rising heat of Jungkook’s relentless tongue. Muscles tense, building the high. Wet, loud, even more pornographic with the addition of your heady moans, and you had to let go, had to let go to reach that ascent but, fuck, it felt so good you almost didn’t want to.
You felt Yoongi’s teeth on your earlobe, biting down, and everything crumbled.
“Fuck, Jungkook!”
Actually, you meant Yoongi, but you were sitting on Jungkook’s face so your brain got a little confused. It was both of their faults, really, (steak too juicy, lobster too buttery, sigh) and then tension snapped sharply like a rubber band, your orgasm punching you under the ribs, and you slumped against Yoongi’s chest, gasping, drained of fight as bliss seeped into your torso, your limbs, into your head and down to your soul, shivering as Jungkook’s tongue slid into your pulsating heat, licking with his nose buried in your folds, fuck, why was he so good at that after months of being away, and you moaned again as you felt Yoongi’s lips along the edge of your ear.
Missed them that bad, didn’t you?
“Ugh, Yoongi,” you breathed, releasing Jungkook’s sweaty hair to clutch fistfuls of Yoongi’s shirt. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”
“Excuse me,” Jungkook said under you, smacking your ass. “I did all the hard work down here!”
You rolled your hips into his face to shut him up. Twisted your body to get a better look at Yoongi who seemed amused at you suffocating Jungkook with your pussy. His smile was particularly cat-like.
“Whatever you want,” he chuckled. “You get.”
Perfect. “You hear that Jungkook? Get on the bed.”
You climbed off him to hear Jungkook sputter, “I didn’t hear anything. Your thighs were covering my ears!”
You heaved him up with surprising strength considering your legs felt like jelly. Sheer determination and Jungkook’s inability to fight you when it came to the bedroom. “Too bad.” You pulled his shorts down, which would have worked better if he didn’t have a hard-on.
“Ow!”
“Oops.”
“Now, now, don’t fight. That’s not allowed.”
Although Yoongi did nothing as you climbed Jungkook to practically rip his clothes off. Jungkook was laughing, until you grabbed his face and started kissing him, tasting yourself on his tongue. Yoongi was fine not being involved in this tangle of body to body, except your free hand caught him by the front of his shirt, pulling him to you as you turned and kissed him instead, transferring the sweet, tangy taste of your cum to his mouth from Jungkook’s. You were all exactly where you wanted to be. Yoongi smiled against your mouth.
You swear your heart is about to beat right out of your damn chest. You want to reach down and wipe your clammy hands on your pants, but those had been long discarded, thrown into a pile somewhere in the living room.
Your heart calms slightly when your boyfriend pulls you back in the chair to rest against his clothed chest, fingers tracing down your sides to come to rest on your bare tummy. His lips tickle the side of your neck before he sinks his teeth in, creating a red mark on the sensitive skin. “Can you spread your legs for me, baby?”
You know it's not actually a question, he’s telling you to do it, but you hum a response anyway and pick your legs up to be perched on the edge of the chair you two are on. Yoongi mutters a small praise as his hand trails down, fingers finding your clothed clit within seconds.
“So wet and pathetic already,” He teases. “We haven’t even done anything yet and you’ve already made a mess of your panties.”
A whine leaves your throat as your hips twitch up slightly for more friction. Your head falls back, resting on Yoongi's shoulder as you fall deeper into the pleasure coursing through your body. You nearly have a heart attack when a second set of hands find their way to your thighs.
“It’s just our Jungkookie.” Yoongi reminds you. How could you forget? He had been so quiet and patient, just watching as your face morphed with pleasure from Yoongi's ministrations. “Why don’t you get her out of these,” Yoongi snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin. “Soaked little things, babe?”
Jungkook wastes no time in helping you out of your underwear, quickly tossing them to the side before taking his spot in front of the chair on the floor. He sits back on his heels, waiting for his next task.
“Good boy,” Yoongi praises. “Do you see how wet she is?” His fingers find their place on your pussy again, pushing your juices around before pulling them away to admire them. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of them, glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. “You want a taste?”
Before you can even process what Yoongi has said, Jungkook is lunging forward and swirling his tongue around his fingers. He stares up at Yoongi, who lets a small groan rumble in his chest, before pulling off slowly with a loud pop.
“She tastes so good, Hyung.” Jungkook bites his lip. “Can I touch her? Please?”
“Go ahead.”
A gasp leaves your mouth as soon as Yoongi gives Jungkook the greenlight. He instantly plunges two fingers in, curling them to stroke the walls of your pussy. Your thighs shake slightly at the feeling and your head goes cloudy. His skilled fingers continue to dance along your walls as his lips make contact with your inner thigh, the cold metal of his lip ring tickling the sensitive skin. A shiver runs through your body as your skin prickles.
Yoongi has dipped his head back into your neck, sucking little red marks into the skin. He leaves a trail starting at your shoulder, all the way up, up, up to the sensitive spot behind your ear. His slender fingers have found purchase on your nipples, rolling the sensitive bud between the calloused pads.
“S-shit,” Your body begins to shake, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Suddenly, everything stops and your high trickles down to an annoying buzz. You let out a frustrated groan, your head falling back as your chest heaves.
Yoongi chuckles behind you. “Baby, we have to let our boy have a little treat before you go and ruin the fun.” He trails back down, one hand finding its way to your thigh, pulling your leg up towards your chest. “Go ahead, darling, have a taste.”
Jungkook never breaks eye contact. Big doe eyes look up at you, his irises completely black, as he takes a slow lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He hums as his tongue curls back into his mouth, eyes fluttering as he swallows.
Yoongi's grip on your thigh tightens as your breath hitches, Jungkook diving back in to lick at your clit with enthusiasm. He flicks his tongue against the bundle of nerves countless times, the sinful noise echoing in your ears. Your other leg falls over his shoulder only for a split second, before Jungkook is reaching up and pushing it, holding you open for him.
With the improved angle, Jungkook wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, slurping noises now filling the entire room. “Oh fuck,” A loud moan rips through your body at the new sensation and your head lolls back.
“Keep your eyes on him.” Yoongi growls in your ear. His tongue quickly peeks out, lightly licking the shell of your ear. “Be good and I’ll make sure both of you cum more than once.”
Your eyes immediately flick back to Jungkook, who is watching your every expression. His bangs are plastered to his face, and you reach a weak hand down to push the hair back. He whines against your pussy, eyes watering. You give a loose tug to his hair, a small smirk painting your face as his eyes roll back. A broken whimper leaves his lips, muffled by the walls of your pussy.
You nearly jump straight out of your skin when Jungkook sinks his fingers back in, moving back up to continue his ministrations on your clit with his tongue. Yoongi decides he’s had enough, his free hand snaking up to close around your throat. He tilts your head back and captures you in a wet kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth.
His cock stands tall and hard, pressed up against your back. You can feel the precum seeping through the thin sweats he had on, cock jumping at every little whimper. “Are you gonna cum?” He questions as he pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips.
You find the strength to nod, the ball of fire in your tummy expanding more and more by the second. “Please, Yoongi, I wanna cum.”
Jungkook doesn’t stop, instead he speeds up, licking more enthusiastically than he was before. If he didn’t stop soon, you weren’t going to need Yoongi's permission. You could feel your eyes rolling back and your vision getting cloudy as the pleasure tingles up your spine.
“Don’t cum until I tell you.” You want to argue back so bad, want to tell him there isn’t going to be another option soon. A sob leaves your mouth as a tear trails down your cheek. Yoongi gently wipes it. “It's okay, you can cum, baby.”
Another sob leaves your mouth as your legs shake. Fire spreads through your entire body as you cum, Jungkook still giving you licks to push you through. Stars explode behind your eyelids.
You can still hear your heart beating in your ears as you come down from your high. Jungkook's hands offer calming circles on the backs of your thighs as Yoongi whispers soft praises. You keep your eyes closed for a few more moments, savoring the attention before peeling your heavy eyelids back open.
“How about we give some attention to our boy, hm?” Yoongi questions softly. Was there ever a time you would say no to that?
Description: Yoonkook x reader, Hybrid Au, Zombie Apocalypse Au. You operate your own little farm with the help of your two hybrid boyfriends and their friends, living in an area that doesn’t have as many zombies as other areas. You’ve settled into a sort of routine, but now there are guests on the way.
Posted: 5/21/26
Tags/Genre: Yoonkook x reader, hybrid au, zombie au
Mostly Fluff: 3,740 words
A/N: Five years later...whoops
Previous Chapter
“This was a terrible idea,” you muttered for probably the hundredth time that day.
Yoongi squeezed your hand while Jungkook squeezed your waist.
“You were a central location for the different networks, and a neutral location. And with the work Jungkook has been doing, they can stay in the cleared houses quite easily,” Namjoon reasoned, petting the rabbit that Jimin was holding. “Besides, they did say it would be a good farm and livestock breeding exchange.”
That was true.
Your neighbor, the one you so frequently exchanged work with, had come up sometime in February, and told you that they were postponing the meeting because they were trying to connect with a few different networks and make it more like a…county fair? With livestock and such, but also exchanging goods and they wanted to establish agreements with the other networks for regular trade of goods and services. He wanted to ask you if you would host it as a semi-neutral party and since you were, apparently, very centrally located for most everyone coming.
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Summary: You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it?
Chapter Warnings: The storm before the calm… About damn time.
WC: 3.6k
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You were about to lose your mind.
The meeting with the HYBE spokesperson was only three days away and, as much as you had made a lot of progress when putting together the presentation, you still felt like you had so much to do. Namjoon had been a lot of help when putting together the numbers and statistics that you thought were worth mentioning, but there were things only you could do.
Things Yoongi could lend you an extra set of eyes to make your job faster, but this morning he seemed more interested in bickering with Jeongguk about who got to spend more time with you lately.
Surely the maknae had started it, but you didn’t particularly care as long as it ended soon.
“I already had the tickets for the movie.” Jeongguk grumbled to your left. “And they were non-refundable.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Yoongi mused to your right. “You want me to pay you back for them?”
“No, I want you to stop hogging Yn all to yourself.” the youngest chided,
“Maybe if you were more interesting she would have left at her own accord, I’m not going to kick her out of my bed for your sake.” was Yoongi’s reply.
“Hyuuuung!” Jeongguk pouted.
Any other day you would have thought Guk’s whining was cute, and any other day you might have liked Yoongi’s possessiveness, but not today. You had already taken some headache medicine, but being –quite literally– in the middle of the two boys wasn’t working.
All started over the weekend, when you were supposed to spend the Saturday with Yoongi and then go home on Sunday so you and Guk could go watch a superhero movie the younger boy was interested in seeing. But Yoongi’s brother showed up just as you were leaving and it would be very rude to say no when he asked you to join the two brothers for dinner.
You did feel guilty about your missed plans with Guk, but you were already planning on making it up to him. Only all the jabs he was sending Yoongi’s way were starting to get on your nerves. And Yoongi didn’t need to mention how much of the weekend you spent in his bed.
“Baby, did you finish checking the numbers on the table I sent you?” you asked Jeongguk in an attempt to get him to focus on the task in front of him again.
It was at Yoongi’s scoff that you pressed your temple, willing the pain behind your eyes to go away.
“What?” you couldn’t help but ask. And Yoongi could take a little heat, so you didn’t mind your tone.
“So you can call him baby at work, and get a hiss?” the ginger man snickered. “You babie him too much.”
“Not my fault I’m the new favorite–”
“You better shut up, you just got here–”
“Oh my God! Enough! The two of you!” you stood up from your chair, making it roll away from you. “I’m going downstairs to stuff my face with chocolate. Anyone wanna join me?”
“Yes, I’ll–”
“Just let me–”
“No, not you.” you sent both Guk and Yoongi a pointed look, both of them falling into their respective chairs again. “Seok?”
“Yeah, I’ll come.”
Hoseok got up and followed after you, leaving a focused Namjoon and two pouty boys behind. As you walked down the stairs and left MKP, the older man threw an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his body.
“Sorry those two are driving you up a wall.” the man chuckled. “That’s what you get for being so irresistible you have all these men fighting for you.”
“Oh, shush.” you playfully batted him away, forcing a laugh in hopes of feeling less stressed. “It’s not all these men, it’s just two.”
“It’s still more than I have!”
Hobi opened the door for you and stayed by your side on the small walk to the next door bakery.
“Do you want Yoongi back? You can take him.” you mused. “Take Guk too while you’re at it.”
“As if you could give up either of them at this point.”
Your friend was laughing and you were rolling your eyes, because he was right about that. As much as they had been driving you a little crazy these past few days, you really didn’t think you could give either of them up. That very fact is what got you into this mess in the first place.
You sighed heavily. “If only they weren’t bickering so close to our meeting with HYBE.”
“It’s going to be fine, Ynie. I’ve seen how hard you’re working on the presentation.” he assured you as you stood in line to place your orders. “You’re going to rock it.”
“And you’re sure you shouldn’t be the one to do the talking?”
The subject was dropped when it was your turn and Hoseok asked for two iced americanos and a big slice of chocolate cake for you to share; his treat. Once you found a spot by the windows, he said:
“I can, if it’s going to take the load off of you.” the man gave you a fork, keeping a second one for himself. “But I wouldn’t do a better job than you. You’re the heart of Mikrokosmos, we wouldn’t be anything without you.”
“The four of us are equals.” you shook your head, stuffing your mouth with the chocolatey goodness.
“Ehhh. You’re a level ahead–”
“Stooop, I’m not the one with a praise kink.” you giggled and Hoseok smiled knowingly.
You both sipped on your drinks and ate the cake in comfortable silence; Hoseok would eat the frosting –knowing you didn’t like it– and you had more of the ganache filling. You missed having one on one friend-dates with Hobi like this. The two of you were really good friends once, even closer than you were with Yoongi at one point or another. And you knew why that changed.
Hobi started hooking up with Yoongi. And with you. Sometimes.
Maybe now that Yoongi seemed to be interested in a committed relationship with you, you and Hobi could go back to what you used to be.
“Do you miss him?” you asked after chewing.
Hoseok blinked, and it took him a while to understand just what you meant. “Ah. I miss his dick, yeah. But I don’t miss him like that.”
“He does have a good dick.” you giggled and Hoseok laughed.
“It was good while it lasted, you have good pussy too–”
“Oh, jesus.” you gasped softly, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
“–but I always knew it wouldn’t last. I knew it would always be you and Yoongi at the end.”
“Yeah.” you nodded, biting on your straw after taking a few sips. “Guess it’s not just me and Yoongi at the end anymore.”
“What’s on your mind, little moon?”
Some things never changed, Hoseok still had the power to read you, knowing there was something else you wanted to say even before you realized it.
“I just… Well, I guess if Yoongi wanted to hook up with you, still, he could.” you hated how the idea caused a small pang to your heart. “I can’t ask him to be in a poly relationship when I’m the only one who actually has more than one partner. Same with Guk, if someone else shows up that interests him.”
“Can I be honest with you?” Hoseok asked and you nodded, even if you were a little scared of what he was about to say. “I don’t think either Gukkah or hyung even realize what a poly relationship is supposed to be like. And I don’t mean this as if they need to have other partners besides you, because I don’t think either of them want that.” he stopped to lick his fork clean and you waited for him to finish his thoughts. “Their constant bickering just shows that they haven’t found a way to share you yet. To find that balance. From my outsider's point of view it seems like one is still hoping the other will give you up.”
“So I’m not crazy? You see it too?”
“Mhm. And I don’t think it will stop until they come to terms with the fact that you’re not giving half of you to one and half to the other. You’re giving all of you to both.”
“God, I missed you Jung Hoseok.”
Hoseok’s smile was so beautiful, followed by his hearty laugh, that you almost got up to hug him. Almost. Instead, you finished your snacks and you promised him you’d get it next time.
The two of you barely made it inside MKP and you could already hear a bit of a commotion going on upstairs, the voices of Yoongi and Jeongguk trying to talk over each other and Namjoon trying to calm them down.
“Guys, stop before you say something you’ll regret!” the leader was asking.
“You had your chance, you should know when to give up!” Jeongguk was saying as you made it up the stairs in rushed steps.
“And you’re just a novelty, she’ll be done with you in no time.” Yoongi fired back.
“Wanna bet?” the younger man had his hand stretched towards Yoongi, who looked like he was about to take him up on it. “Let’s see who she picks.”
You might have missed half of their fight, but it was still enough to make your blood boil. “Is that what you think is going on here? That I’m going to pick one of you?”
Both men stopped dead in their tracks, turning around to look at you with wide eyes of who got caught doing something they shouldn’t. Yoongi and Jeongguk tried talking over each other again and Namjoon threw the papers he was holding in the air, just as stressed as you were.
If their fighting happened outside Mikrokosmos, you could let it go, you could ignore it. But you fought too damn hard to get your company to where it was today, to mess it up with boy drama.
“I’m done.” you said, shutting them all up for good. “You either learn how to play nice, live with each other and share. Or neither one of you gets to have me.”
The air inside the office was thick as you walked to your table to collect your papers and your bag, hoisting over your shoulder as you prepared to leave.
“Just decide what you two want to do and let me know.”
You had just left the fancy bathroom of Seokjin and Hoseok’s guest bedroom, towel drying your damp hair, as your phone blinked away on the nightstand, letting you know Yoongi was calling you. It was the third time, according to the notifications and as much as your head was a lot cooler now than it had been in the morning, you weren’t interested in stressing over this three way relationship again.
You understood it mustn't be easy for them, and you didn’t expect things to just fall into place at once. But it’s been three weeks since the three of you agreed on trying things out and it was only getting worse. You just wished they could try and see how hard this was becoming for you too.
Not to mention all of your friends who were afraid of getting in the way.
As Yoongi’s name flashed on the screen a fourth time, with a series of text messages instead of calls, you picked up your phone and read them through.
Yoon🖤: I want to talk to you.
Yoon🖤: I’m sorry, kitten.
Yoon🖤: Can you come over?
You: Did you make a decision?
Yoon🖤: Yes, come here and we’ll talk.
You: Fine, I’ll be there in an hour.
There was a reason as to why you went to the house Seokjin and Hoseok shared. You didn’t think it would be fair to Yoongi if you just went home, where Jeongguk could easily find you. And God knows that cute man had a way to make you cave.
So going to Yoongi’s house right now didn’t seem fair to the maknae either, so you did what you thought was right and texted him to let him know of your plans.
You: Hey… I’m going over to Yoon’s, just thought you should know
Guk 💙: I know, baby, I’m already here. We’re waiting for you. ;)
That made you stop. And, frankly, it made you get ready a little faster.
That could only mean that Jeongguk and Yoongi had talked about the relationship and their constant fighting and you didn’t know if you should worry or feel relieved.
It was with a heavy heart and a cold stomach that you said goodbye to your hosts –thanking them for a place to crash, even if you didn’t need it through the night– and drove to Yoongi’s apartment.
The doorman already knew who you were, so you were let into the garage to park your car on the guest spot and went up the elevator until you were knocking on the front door of the loft.
To your surprise, Jeongguk was the one opening the door for you, with a soft smile and–
“Your hair is purple!” you gasped, walking inside the apartment.
“I know! Do you like it, noona?” Guk shook his head for you to see his fresh locks. “Hyung dyed it for me.”
“Oh, he did?”
You accepted the small kiss Guk placed on your lips, just a gentle hello, nothing like the territorial skinship you might have expected. When you found Yoongi in the kitchen just a couple steps from you, he offered you a second kiss that felt much the same as Guk’s.
“It was hyungs idea to dye it purple, too.” Jeongguk explained as he left you behind to walk around the kitchen as if he’d been there time and time again. “He said you liked the color.”
“I do, it’s my favorite color.”
You were more than a little surprised that, not only did they seem comfortable around each other, Yoongi had been the one to help Jeongguk do his hair. And of course he knew it was your favorite color too.
“Have… you two been here all day?” you couldn’t help but ask.
“Mm. After you left, Joon thought it was a good idea to take the rest of the day off.” Yoongi explained, turning to the maknae: “Gukkah, did you dice the onions like I asked?”
“Yeah, hyung. Here!” Jeongguk reached for the plate with the chopped up onion and stood next to Yoongi as he added it to the sizzling pan.
“Thanks.” the older man turned to you when he asked: “Won’t you open a wine bottle, kitten?”
Your forehead was furrowed as you looked at the two of them standing next to each other, functioning together. It almost felt too good to be true, or maybe you slipped during the shower and hit your head.
Both men looked at you expectantly and you finally moved, picking a wine bottle from Yoongi’s small collection and receiving the three glasses Jeongguk took from a cupboard.
All throughout cooking, the banter between the two of them was light. You could tell Yoongi was holding back from being annoyed, almost as if he was getting used to the younger boy’s antics. And Guk was learning to respect the older man just as well.
Meanwhile, all you did was drink your wine and watch the two of them with a heart full of hope.
After dinner was served and consumed, and the two of them washed all of the dishes together, you plopped down in the middle of the couch.
“Okay, what's going on?” you finally asked what had been on your mind ever since you arrived.
“We talked, noona. About us… three.” Jeongguk explained as he moved to sit down next to you, being followed closely by Yoongi. “We were fighting for you and it wasn’t fair.”
“And you just…. Came to that conclusion in half a day?” you squinted, turning both sides to look at each of them. Unlike this morning, sitting between them felt nice, not like you were drowning.
“Well, not exactly.” Yoongi mused with a scratch to the back of his neck.
“Hobi hyung is really persuasive.” Jeongguk told you with wide doe eyes.
“Oh?”
“Hobah might have brought to our attention that we were doing this all wrong.” Yoongi agreed.
If you thought about the conversation you had with Hobi at the café this morning, you could only hope that he had put some sense into the boys’ minds.
“Namjoon hyung was also very eloquent.” Guk let out a small nervous chuckle.
“Threatening us into getting our shit together before he kicks our ass seemed to do the trick and get us to sit down and talk.” the older man nodded, biting the corner of his thumb. You took his hand in yours to distract him from his nervous tic.
Jeongguk quickly added: “I think I could take Namjoon hyung, but Yoongi hyung–”
“Hajima. Let’s not push it alright, kid?”
You waved a hand, still making sense of this. “Okay, hang on, so, what you’re saying– you’re good? With this? And us?”
Again, you looked from one boy to the other, trying to read in their expressions their real feelings.
Yoongi shrugged, giving your hand a little squeeze. “Well, yes and no. But we’re willing to learn.”
“We’ll try to get on each other's nerves a little less.” Jeongguk told you, sheepishly.
“Okay.”
“This obviously isn’t ideal, but Guk was right. If I wanted something different, I had two years to ask for it.” Yoongi accepted.
Jeongguk was nodding> “And hyung had a point too, he’s been with you longer, so it's not fair for me to mess up your dynamic.”
You heard what they had to say and took Guk’s hand in your free one. With both their hands in yours, you couldn’t explain the happiness invading you. Surely you still had a lot of work to do, but this was a start.
“I’m not interested in this relationship to punish you for not wanting something serious sooner, Yoon.” you explained, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss. It was especially true when you knew all of the reasons why you didnt work in the past, one of them hadn't even changed at this point in your lives. Turning to Guk, you kissed his hand too: “And I don’t want you to feel left out or like you’re behind just because he and I have a lot of history.”
“We have history too, noona, I met you first.” the maknae smiled softly. “We’ll find our footing, see what works.”
“Okay. And please, feel free to let me know if I can change anything too. This isn't about me, it's about the three of us being happy.” you had a newfound determination. If they were willing to work for you, you’d put in just as much effort in making them happy too.
“We’d like that.” Yoongi said after a beat.
“Does that mean you’re our girlfriend now? Officially?” Jeongguk smiled like a bunny, making you giggle.
“I want to be.”
“Can we kiss you?” Guk asked and you nodded, turning to him. When your eyes fell on his lips, he grew a little shy. “Okay, uh… hyung first.”
Yoongi chuckled as you giggled, which was cut short by the way his hand let go of yours to pull your face towards him by your jaw. Your eyes closed instantly, as soon as you felt his breath on your lips, so you didn’t see the look Yoongi threw your other boyfriend over your shoulder, but you heard the younger man’s small gasp.
It was your first time actually kissing Yoongi in front of Guk after you agreed to date both; a real kiss. And instead of feeling any type of awkwardness, you were lit on fire as soon as Yoongi pressed your jaw for you to open your mouth and he could push his tongue past your lips. One of your hands was still holding Guk’s as the other rested on Yoongi’s chest.
The man kissed you deep and slow, overpowering you with each flick of his tongue. Your breathing was heavy as he pulled away from you, teasingly licking your lips before turning your face to the other man.
“His turn now, kitten.”
There was something powerful in the way Yoongi handed you over to Jeongguk and neither of you wasted any time in clashing your lips together.
Jeongguk’s kiss was a little desperate, full of passion. You were almost too breathless to catch up, but Yoongi’s commanding voice seemed to do the trick:
“Slow down, Gukkah, enjoy kissing her.”
And slow the kiss he did. Jeongguk’s tattooed hand slipped to the back of your neck, tilting your head to the opposite side of his as his tongue glided over yours, pushing deeper into your mouth. Your little moans were swallowed by him as Yoongi’s hand caressed your naked thigh, squeezing the flesh.
“Hm, okay maybe we should stop–” you breathed hard, pulling back from Jeongguk.
“Why, baby? Aren't you enjoying it?” the purple haired man kissed down your jaw and your eyes fluttered shut, head falling back to give him more area to kiss.
“I am… too much.” you moaned as Yoongi started kissing the opposite side of your neck, a hand slipping under your skirt.
“Good, kitten, we want you to. Let us make you feel good.”
“Fuck, you mean–”
Jeongguk was the one answering you, wet tongue licking the shell of your ear. His Busan satoori a thick contrast to Yoongi’s Daegu one. “Thought you wanted us to share you, noona.”
♡ genre: friends with benefits to polyam, smut [18+]
♡ summary: when your name pops up on their screen, they're quick to drop everything to get to you
♡ wc: 1.3k
♡ warnings: fwb, a little objectification, f. masturbation, threesome, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), voyeurism, hair pulling, cock slap to your face, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, cum in mouth
♡ date: October 22, 2023
Fooling around with Jungkook or Yoongi was nothing new to you. You’d text one when you were in the mood and the other if the first was busy. You took turns on who you called. Usually, you’d send a text and thirty minutes later your legs would be wrapped around one of them.
It was an arrangement that worked for all three of you, and perhaps things were taking a romantic turn, the three of you toeing the line time and time again.
When Yoongi’s phone goes off while hanging out with his friends, it’s Jungkook who peers at the screen when it lights up, your name making his heart race and his face sour.
Why hadn’t you messaged him?
Jungkook hands the phone to Yoongi, taking the gaming controller from his hands.
Yoongi smirks reading your text and Jungkook can’t help but lean in close to see his elder's response.
“But it’s my turn,” Jungkook pouts and Yoongi laughs, elbowing him in the ribs.
“Shut up, Kook.” Yoongi rolls his eyes playfully, kissing his cheek as his phone vibrates again.
Yoongi shows the message to Jungkook. “She asked for you, too. Come on, you know how she gets when we keep her waiting.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook responds as he gets off the couch, stopping only to toss the controller to Jimin. “She starts without us.”
Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, his mind going to the last time they made you wait, and you were two orgasms in and were fucking yourself to a third.
The two arrive at your home shortly after. They let themselves in with their spare key and call out your name.
You moan in response.
Jungkook is already taking his shirt off by the time he gets to your bedroom. Yoongi follows and the two strip to their boxer briefs, a matching pair you’d gotten them as a gag gift. They matched the panties you’d tossed earlier on your bedroom floor.
“Hey, baby,” Yoongi leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest with a smirk. “Started without us?”
Jungkook stands beside him, smiling when he sees you on the bed with your fingers rubbing your clit.
“Couldn’t wait,” you say, biting back a moan as you take both of them. Jungkook is the first to approach, kissing you the moment he reaches you. He’s glad you’re ready for them, naked and dripping wet as his hands grip your thighs and he settles between them.
“No, don’t stop,” he commands when you go to move your hand. His hand gently grips your wrist to keep it in place and you do as you’re told, moaning when you add more pressure.
“Jungkook,” you moan when he kisses his way down your body, pausing to take your breast into his mouth, tongue swirling around the stiff peak as his fingers slowly push into you, sliding right in easily. He curls them, nipping your nipple before continuing on his path.
Yoongi watches for a moment longer, licking his lips when your legs get draped over Jungkook’s broad shoulders, his muscles flexing when he grips your thighs to pull you closer to him.
Pleasurable sounds fill your bedroom, and with another moan of Jungkook’s name, Yoongi is too turned on to just stand by idly watching.
He’s quick to discard his boxers, stroking his erection as he makes eye contact with you. He winks, making you giggle and calling him over to the bed.
Jungkook’s still eating you out with reckless abandon, lewd noises escaping you both as he teases and pleases you with his talented tongue.
Yoongi runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, tugging just to make him moan. Jungkook’s eyes meet his, sparkling with excitement and lust before Yoongi releases him to continue the task at hand.
“Come here, babe,” you pat the bed and Yoongi moves closer, your hand wrapping around his cock, squeezing to make him groan.
His eyes are dark as you take him into your mouth, tongue teasing his slit before swirling around the head and sucking. Yoongi curses, you can be such a fucking tease sometimes. You work him up just to get him to cum all over your face with a devilish grin on your pretty face.
Yoongi caresses your cheek, taking his cock in his hand and taking it from your mouth. You frown for a second before he smacks your cheek with it.
“Don’t be a tease, baby,” he says as he presses his cock to your mouth and you immediately welcome him in, feeling heavy on your tongue as his hands grip your hair and he slowly thrusts.
It’s messy, more so when Jungkook makes you cum and you drool over yourself and Yoongi’s cock; saliva and pre-cum smeared on your pretty lips.
“Fuck me,” you beg, eyes pleading and sparkling as you look up at Yoongi and then down at Jungkook, who’s licking his lips and sucking his fingers dry.
Jungkook’s eyes widen at being caught. He smiles sheepishly as he removes his wet tattooed fingers from his mouth.
Yoongi chuckles, shaking his long black hair out of his eyes. He reaches out for Jungkook, grabbing him by the nape of the neck to kiss him, his tongue pushing past the seam of his lips to get a taste of you and him.
A moan escapes Jungkook as he cups Yoongi’s face, groaning when the elder nips his bottom lip.
Moments later, the two break apart and you’re moved onto your knees.
Jungkook and Yoongi switch places and his cock ends up in your mouth, drool already smearing your cheeks as Yoongi grabs a handful of your ass, spanking you hard enough to send you flying forward and taking Jungkook’s cock further down your throat.
Jungkook moans, you gag, and both men curse. Something about you gagging turned them on even more, and it made you clench around nothing in anticipation. Yoongi liked to poke fun at you, always commenting how soaking wet you got from sucking them off, but you couldn’t help it, you loved doing it.
Yoongi runs his hand down your back, spreading your legs open a little further as he strokes his cock with his other hand, lining himself at your entrance, teasing you before he finally pushes in.
You moan around Jungkook, who grips your hair in one hand as his eyes lock with Yoongi’s. They smile, and Yoongi fucks into you as you moan around Jungkook, drooling, and slurping as he fucks your mouth.
Yoongi grips your hips, smacking your ass when he watches it jiggle from the force. He throws his head back, tongue peeking from between his lips as he shakes his hair.
“Fuck, just like that, baby. Fuck, you take my cock so well.”
Jungkook can’t even think, too consumed with pleasure and the heat of your mouth as he hits the back of your throat again and you swallow. He nearly loses it then, whining and cursing as you do it again.
“Fuck,” you choke around Jungkook’s cock as Yoongi fucks you harder, faster. Pleasure courses through you, muffled moans escaping you as you finally cum. Yoongi follows soon after. Feeling you clench around him sends him over the edge as he fucks you deeper, cumming deep inside you with a growl and a moan of your name.
When Yoongi pulls out, he fucks his cum back into you and it sets Jungkook off with a curse, cumming in your mouth. You do your best to swallow, opening your mouth to show him before you do so and he kisses you deeply, holding you by the hair as his tongue meets yours.
Yoongi watches with a smirk, moving closer when the two of you break apart. He takes the chance to kiss Jungkook, kissing him until he moans, getting a taste of you both.
You watch your almost-boyfriends, heart skipping a beat as they continue to kiss, and you hope a relationship works out.
You know they like each other, despite what people might think, and you've got just the plan to finally get them together. The only issue? You're catching feelings too. For both of them.
Tags/Warnings: Poly!AU, Music Producer!Yoongi, E-Sports!Kook, Artist!Reader, Angst, emotional chaos, hurt and comfort, fluff, romance, friends to lovers, eventual smut
Length: ???
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A/N: This was originally a hybrid draft I'd saved, but I decided to change the story a bit because I've got WAY too many hybrid fics at this point haha
It echoes in your head, all while you sit in your tiny apartment high up, everything dark and only barely lit by the skyline of the city outside your windows. You've gotten a tiny bit of paint on the lion plushy you're holding dearly against your chest, and you're sure the tears falling onto its face will dry just as quickly as the little pink spot will.
Why are you so upset? This is what you've wanted from the start.
Jungkook and Yoongi have undeniable chemistry. The two will be an absolute power couple, able to comfort and care for one another in the toughtest of times. You're happy. You really are. They're on a date right now, somewhat, probably sharing their first kiss, finally confessing, finally being honest with one another. So why does it make you just so.. sad?
You watch the city continue its bustling life outside your windows, cars passing by and lights in the windows of the other buildings turning on and off. Everything continues, doesn't know and doesn't care that you're breaking apart tonight, while new love blossoms somewhere else.
Suddenly, someone enters the code to your apartment, opens the door, quietly, silently, without a word.
Light from the hallway floods in, nips at the very tips of your toes, never reaching you, who's trying to hide in the dark. Yoongi looks at you, and you can see Jungkook right behind him, face morphing into an equal expression of concern at the sight of your tear stained face.
"Why.. are you here?" You ask, but Yoongi doesn't answer as he walks closer, kneels in front of your chair that you've set up in front of your canvas that's still hardly finished.
"Why are you crying?" Yoongi simply asks, as Jungkook closes the door with his usual manner, barely making a sound as he walks closer as well everyone dipped in blue darkness and faint neon lights.
You shake your head.
Why are they here?
"You.. You're supposed to be-" you start, but Jungkooks hand interrupts you as he carefully wipes one of your cheeks for you.
And his gentle touch has never stung so much ever before.
synopsis: jungkook's hands are wandering all over your body while yoongi is asleep on your couch. can you fulfill your desires without waking him up?
p: jungkook x reader x yoongi
wc: 4.1k of gratuitous smut
genre/rating/au: 18+ | threesome, est. rel. au (jjk) | smut, slight crack
warnings: *cracks knuckles* okay, here we go: pwp, reverse cowgirl, idk if this counts as public sex but it’s in front of a sleeping person, exhibitionism, alcohol mention, breast play, cockwarming, unprotected sex, dry humping, dirty talk (jk is kinda mean), thigh job, pussy slapping, name calling :), orgasm delay, fingering, oral (m receiving), clothed sex, hair pulling, throat fucking, handjob, face slapping, breath play (asphixiation), tit slapping, messy sex, there’s a lot of spit?, hand kink, caught having sex... i think that's it
a/n: uhh... happy new years! merry christmas! surprise! to all my yoonkook whores out there, this is my extremely belated chrimbo present to you.
posted: jan 8th, 2022
m. list | ao3
There's really nothing better than cuddling up with your boyfriend while it's heavily snowing outside.
You’re currently wrapped up under the weight of a large white blanket, with your head tucked neatly under Jungkook’s chin as the two of you watch a documentary, the soft glow of the TV washing the room with whites and golds. Your eyelids are heavy, sleep whispering in your ear as you feel both your heartbeats melting into one.
It would have been a picturesque scene, romantic even, if it weren't for the fact that there's a certain older man that's taking all the space on your couch, banishing you and Jungkook to the small recliner in the corner.
For some reason unknown to you, Yoongi insisted on staying over at you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment despite living only a few more minutes down the road. And although you tried sending signals to Jungkook that you don’t want Yoongi in your apartment, your tender-hearted boyfriend doesn’t have the heart to deny the elder's request.
All things considered, the closeness isn’t so bad. The combination of the smell of Jungkook’s aftershave and his long fingers drawing absentminded shapes on your thighs has you sighing contently into his shoulder. Coupled with the large amount of boozy eggnog you consumed at Hoseok’s new year's party, you’re positive you’re slipping towards the best sleep of your life; feeling safe, warm, and secure in his arms.
That is until Jungkook’s hand creeps closer towards the hem of your shorts; the baggy ones you stole from his wardrobe that provides ample space for his large hand to slip into the pant leg. You look up to see if it's a mistake, your heart thrumming a bit quicker in hopes that it isn't. Jungkook stares straight ahead, barely glancing down at you, and you scoot closer to place a small kiss on his neck.
But then he does it again.
This time, when your eyes slide over to his face, Jungkook can't hide the small, mischievous smile. You're about to say something when he silences you with a glance. He juts his chin to the TV, a silent prompt for you to keep your eyes straight ahead.
Even though you're prepared for the next contact, it's hard to keep your moans to yourself when he drags his knuckle over your clothed slit. His finger goes up and down; from your clit to your entrance, and back again. Your body responds to his touch; your spine locking in place as the world blurs around you.
"Jungkook," you whimper faintly.
You spot the tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as his hand stills, head whipping towards the couch.
You follow his gaze to find that Yoongi's still asleep.
Jungkook adjusts your seating so that your back lies flushed against his chest. He dips his head to nip at the shell of your ear before whispering, “Shhh. We don’t want to wake our guest up. Try to be quiet, yeah?”
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod.
Jungkook lifts the hem of your shirt and pulls the cups of your bra down. He squeezes your tits together as his thumbs circle and roll your hardening nipples. His lips make their way to your neck, just at the base of your hairline, where they attach themselves on the tender skin. Your mind is set aflame at the languid way he paws and fondles your breasts.
Your boyfriend is pretending to be completely oblivious to the torture he’s set. You have to choke back a groan when Jungkook twists your nipples between his forefinger and your thumb, the strike of electricity causing your body to shudder. He repeats the action a few more times, rolling, pinching, tugging, turning you more and more putty in his hands. Jungkook couldn’t care less about the way you squirm. He ignores the way your thighs press together or the way you’re biting back moan after moan as you're left completely at his mercy.
Every few seconds, your eyes trail to the sleeping figure to your right, and when you deem that Yoongi is still spending his time in dreamland, you allow yourself a small mewl of ecstasy.
“Can I make you cum with your tits, babe?” Jungkook whispers into your neck as he licks some of the marks he’s left behind.
“I don’t know… I don’t t-think so?” you respond. Yet when he tugs your nipples with such force that it has your back bending towards his palms, you feel lighting strike your spine, and for the first time that night, you moan loud enough that it causes Jungkook to remove his hand from under your shirt to clamp around your mouth.
After determining that Yoongi is still very much asleep, Jungkook forces his remaining hand underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties, discarding the garments onto the floor.
“What did I fucking say about being too loud, huh? Fucking Christ!” he growls as he thrusts two of his fingers inside until they hit the back of your throat.
Jungkook pinches your clit in punishment, and your back curves at the sharp pain. You can’t moan; can hardly breathe with his thick fingers crowding your mouth. He does it again, much harder than the last before slipping the tip of his pointer finger inside your hole, thrusting shallowly on purpose to miss the sensitive patch of nerves. Your hips try to chase after the lingering sensation, but his muscled forearm holds you in place, and you’re left squirming; helpless as he draws out your suffering.
“If only you listened to me earlier,” he tuts mockingly, giving the shell of your ear another harsh nip.
You whine in disappointment when Jungkook removes his finger from your cunt, but that earns you another harsh pinch, forcing you to swallow the curses that's threatening to bubble up. You're thrashing in his arms, frustrated at the lack of stimuli. You hear the muffled sound of a zipper opening, and Jungkook bucks his hips into your core as he slides his shorts down. Your eyes roll shut when he does it again.
The soft material of his boxers give you ample friction against your nub, and you grind together with his movements, soaking the fabric with your essence.
“That’s it, angel, just like that. Yeah,” Jungkook groans.
He begins to thrust his fingers into your mouth in a rhythm that matches the sway of your hips. The stimulation is driving you crazy, and the fact that Yoongi is right there and could wake up any second fills you with a carnal hunger that only makes you grind harder. Faster.
“Pretty angel. You wish it was my fat cock in your mouth, huh?” He pinches your tongue between his fingers. “Look at you slobbering over my hand… You're such a fucking mess.”
“J-Jungkook…” you whimper through your crowded mouth. “Empty…”
“What’s that, angel? What’s empty? Is it this cunt of yours?” Jungkook cups your core with his large hand, and begins to grind slow circles on your clit with the heel of his palm before tugging his cock out from its confines.
He taps the blunt head of his cock against your core. "Is this what you want?"
Despite having memorized it, you want nothing more than to see Jungkook’s thick length as he slides the head against your puffy lips. You slide your messy cunt over his shaft, and your head rolls back when the tip slips inside. That small burst of euphoria would explode in your brain, but Jungkook has other plans, and he always pulls out before you’re able to plunge him fully inside.
This little game that he’s playing is getting old, but with your mouth still full, you can’t make any requests aside from the short frustrated grunts of air as Jungkook, yet again, slips out from your pulsing walls.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Jungkook chuckles into your ear. “Aren’t you afraid that Yoongi might wake up?” Mercifully, he slips his fingers out of your mouth so you can speak.
“You started this,” you whine.
“And I can stop it too.”
After uttering those words, Jungkook stills completely. When you look back in dismay, he wears a cocky smile, his hands crossed in front of his clothed chest, with an eyebrow raised up in a challenge.
“Sup?” he asks mockingly with a tilt of his chin.
You say nothing as you stare into his eyes, annoyed that he's fucking with your right now. You squeeze your thighs together, surrounding his length with your warmth, but he doesn’t react; that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.
Looks like you’re going to have to wipe that off yourself.
Keeping your eyes on him as best as you can, you prop your hands on the arms of the chair. Lifting your body slightly, you squeeze and unsqueeze your thighs around his length. The gasp from behind you is all you need to feel triumphant, your lips curving upwards into a victorious smirk. Yet it doesn’t last, because Jungkook, in his immeasurable strength, is able to hold you down and force your legs apart.
“Fine. Here’s the cock you fucking love so much.” He rasps the harsh words in your ear before he lifts you up by the thighs and buries his cock into you in one fluid motion.
Your body shudders at the sudden intrusion; your head lolling backwards onto his shoulder limply.
“So goddamn tight,” he hisses through his teeth. “Don't go passing out on me, you have a job to do.” Jungkook takes hold of your hand and brings it towards your clit. “Rub that pretty pussy for me until you cum.”
Underneath the blanket, you’re beginning to burn, its soft fabric scratchy against your sensitive skin. But you keep it on, afraid to expose your depravity to Yoongi, even if he’s still sound asleep. You glance towards the sleeping figure one more time while you move your fingers with uncertainty.
Is he really asleep? Can't he hear the soft pants that's spilling past your lips?
Jungkook pinches your nipples in warning. "Get on with it, angel."
At first, your fingers shake as you press ight circles on the sensitive nub, but you eventually find a good rhythm; your hips rocking into your palm.
“That’s it baby,” he groans, his eyes rolling back. “I can feel you tightening up for me. It feels so fucking good.”
His own hands return to your tits, although his touch this time is much gentler. When you’re close to the peak, Jungkook demands that you speed up, replacing your fingers with his own as he tips you by the hair so he can watch every hint of bliss on your face.
Jungkook opens his mouth to mimic your own quiet moans. “Oh shit, so tight for me. God, I want to bend you over and fuck you until you scream.” Then he hisses as your walls pulse around him before delivering a spank on your clit. “What the fuck? Is that what you want? Oh, you filthy fucking bitch. Does the thought of being watched turn you on? Fine then,” his hand leaves you to rip the blanket away from your burning figure, “try not to scream.”
With both hands under your thigh, Jungkook pulls you up so that only the tip of his cock remains inside of you before forcing you back down. “Oh, fuuuck!” he groans with careless abandon. He uses your body like a rag doll, moving your hips for you as he sinks repeatedly into your heat.
“Shit… Jungkook…” It’s impossible to keep your voice down with Jungkook spearing inside of you. Your brain has turned to mush – hyperfocusing on just the pleasure between your thighs.
You twist towards Jungkook, catching him on the lips between raspy moans. You’re hot, sweaty, and your thighs are starting to ache, but you continue to chase that bliss like a madwoman, grunting at every drag of him inside.
“I’m close,” you whisper into his mouth.
“Good, fuck, me too,” Jungkook husks. He catches your tongue between your lips and sucks at the tender muscle. "Cum with me, baby. I can't wait to fill you up."
You moan dutifully in his mouth, caught in the dizzying sensation—
“What the fuck?”
You yelp as you scramble away from Jungkook. You pull the blanket off the floor to cover yourself, even though you know it’s too late. Yoongi definitely saw everything, although right now, he seems to find your beige-coloured walls to be suddenly interesting.
The seconds seem to tick by slowly. Ugh. This was precisely why you didn’t want anyone to sleep over in your shared apartment. How the fuck are you going to get out of this mess?
Jungkook has the gall to look sheepish, flashing the older man a cute smile that shows off his dimples. “Sorry, I was horny, and she’s so soft, yknow?”
“You couldn’t have, I don’t know, moved to the bedroom?” Yoongi asks, appalled.
You’re about to apologize to save your modesty when Jungkook scoffs behind you, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on! This is our apartment, we can fuck wherever and whenever we want.”
Yoongi drags his palm over his beet-red face, still refusing to look at the two of you. “That doesn’t mean the living room where there’s a fucking guest sleeping not even a foot away, asshole!”
“For the record, you’re the one intruding,” you huff.
“Yeah! So, it’s technically your fault,” Jungkook chimes in, and squeezes you against his chest. “Feel free to leave, by the way, the door is that way.”
The silence lingers. Yoongi’s fidgeting; he’s crossing and uncrossing his legs. It's then that you wonder why he hasn't gotten up to leave, but you quickly find your answer when your eyes fall past the black turtleneck that shows off his built chest, and onto his lap.
You're about to say something when Jungkook cuts you off, muttering curtly, “Ugh, whatever. If you don’t mind, I have to give my girlfriend a mindblowing orgasm. You can leave or you can join us.”
“Jungkook!” You and Yoongi shout in unison, but for very different reasons.
He rips the blanket away from you and continues his pace as though Yoongi didn’t just interrupt you and he isn’t now watching you fuck. You’re having a hard time feeling embarrassed, because it’s been replaced with relief. Now, you can moan however loud you want without the risk of waking up another human being.
You slide your eyes towards Yoongi, and to your surprise, you find his eyes already on you. His adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. You peel Jungkook’s hand away from your hip, and place his fingers in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you coat the digits with your spit, and you groan audibly when Jungkook pushes them further inside.
“Shit.” Yoongi swallows again, still full of hesitancy.
Jungkook responds with a breathy chuckle. “How about you replace my fingers? I don’t think my girl will be satisfied if you don’t join in on the fun.”
You moan in agreement, fluttering your eyelids for added effect.
With an audible groan, Yoongi stands from the couch. On his way to approach you, he strips himself off his pants and boxers, showing off his impressive length. Your mouth salivates at the thought of his cock in your mouth. He's thicker than Jungkook, but not as long. You want to lick the veins that decorate his shaft, all the way down to his balls. Yoongi's cock twitches as you ogle openly, but what comes out of his mouth is–
“A-Are you sure this is cool?”
“Fuck, Yoongi, just stick your dick in her already,” Jungkook groans.
You find this sort of hilarious – how the normally stoic Yoongi can be rendered so speechless. You know better than anyone that your boyfriend has a one-track mind. Right now, Jungkook is hardly paying attention to what's happening because he’s too busy chasing his own high. He couldn't care less whether Yoongi fucks you, but you secretly hope that the older man doesn't just pull up his pants and bail.
Your whine signifies to Jungkook that Yoongi isn't doing anything yet. With a click of his tongue in annoyance, he sits up and pries your mouth open by hooking his fingers into your cheeks, pulling your mouth apart. “Fucking hurry up! She's getting distracted with you just standing there.”
That's all the encouragement Yoongi needs to pull your head down so he can sink himself inside. Your lips are straining to enclose around his shaft, the sheer girth making it almost impossible for you to breathe.
“Okay, baby, you good to continue, right?” Jungkook asks, but he doesn’t wait for your response before he resumes his punishing pace.
Since Yoongi isn’t intent on moving, you grab him by the hips as you match your boyfriend’s rhythm. You take him the best that you could, plunging him past your pillowy lips and down your throat, and you’re rewarded with a loud groan of your name.
Finally, it seems like Yoongi’s letting go of his restraints. He grabs fistfuls of your hair as he pounds your throat.
“How does my favourite fuck toy feel?” Jungkook snickers as he pushes your head onto Yoongi's dick. "Her throat is god-sent, right?"
Yoongi’s completely lost in bliss – his mouth slightly open to pant softly. “Shit – so fucking good.”
“And my baby? Feeling good?” Jungkook asks you as he bends down to kiss your shoulder.
“Mmmh!” you moan around Yoongi’s length in affirmation.
“Gonna need you to be louder, sweetheart,” Jungkook clicks his tongue.
A sharp slap resounds in the air as Jungkook slaps your clit again, and this time, you keen louder, your eyes screwing shut when he soothes the sting with his fingers. “That’s beautiful. God, I can listen to you scream all day. Keep singing for us, angel.”
Without any prior warning, Yoongi strikes you across the cheek. Not hard enough that it hurts, but it does leave you stunned momentarily. “You’re getting distracted. Just because your boyfriend is fucking you, doesn’t mean you can forget who’s controlling your breathing.”
Was this Yoongi’s true colours all along? You can’t say you’re surprised, but it is welcomed for sure. His threat shoots straight down your core, causing you to gush out spurts of liquid onto the upholstery. You tear yourself away from Yoongi’s cock to groan; the long-overdue orgasm is about to crest over you. But the older man tightens his grip on your head to bring you back, and this time, his pretty hand wraps itself around your throat, his thumb pressing on your pulse point.
“You really can’t fucking listen to simple directions, huh? Don’t think you get to cum without us, bitch.” Yoongi growls.
Jungkook chuckles. “That’s what you get for being distracted, angel.” His large hands return to your tits, pinching and twisting the nipples before he delivers a firm slap on your mounds. “Oooh, yes, tighten up more for me… fuck.”
“Mmh!” you cry. You pop Yoongi’s cock out of your mouth to give your jaw a break, your hand replacing your mouth’s movements. With your eyes firmly on his, you lean forward to lick his balls, groaning at the taste that coats your tongue. You give each of them your undivided attention, popping one in your mouth to coat them in spit, all the while bouncing on Jungkook's cock.
“Taste good?” Yoongi chuckles while patting your head. It’s an endearing motion, and you happily nod along, a drunken smile plastered on your face. “Oh, I bet you taste good too. Stick your tongue out, angel.”
You straighten up as best you can, pushing the wet muscle past your lips. Yoongi bends down to grab your face with his large hand, tipping your chin up so he has better access to your face. He clamps his lips around your tongue and sucks, a heady groan sounding in the back of his throat.
“Oi, keep shaking your ass, baby. Don’t forget who’s making you cum tonight,” Jungkook grunts. He digs his fingers into your ass to remind you, as though it’s easy for you to forget the large cock that’s spearing inside of you.
You giggle, parting from Yoongi's lips to resume jacking him off, while you turn back to face your boyfriend. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re jealous over a little kiss. You know I only love you.” You punctuate your words by clenching your walls, earning you a loud, throaty moan from the raven-haired boy.
“You say that, but you look so happy when I fuck your throat. I would argue that you just love cocks,” Yoongi sneers, maneuvering you to face him again. You open your mouth obediently when the tip of his cock taps your lips. When he sinks in, he hisses, though there’s a satisfied smirk on his face when your eyes fill with tears. “God… if only you could see yourself right now.”
You hum in satisfaction at the compliment. It’s a miracle enough to have one very attractive man fucking you… but two? You’re in euphoria; tuned into your deepest, most carnal desires. You let both men use you to their satisfaction, and it isn’t long before both their thrusts become erratic, hips stuttering as their high reaches its peak.
Sweat slicks your back as you chase after your own elusive ember. Twice now you’ve gone to the brink of bliss, only to be pulled away. If it happens again, you’re not sure you’d stay sane. With determination, you slam your hips on Jungkook’s cock, and your hand comes up to help stroke Yoongi along until both men are left panting and groaning.
“Shiiit, fuck!” Jungkook swears, tightening his grip on your hips as he matches your rhythm. He snakes his hand in between your legs, rubbing your forgotten clit to aid you along.
“Eager to be painted in cum, aren’t you?” Yoongi’s breathless – his words coming out laboured as his hips stutter. “Fuck – ah… Swallow it all, baby. I wanna see you drink me in.”
Yoongi plunges deep into your throat, holding your head with his large hand as you choke around him. You can hardly breathe with your nose pressed into his dark curls, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the world spins due to the lack of oxygen.
“Fuck –“ he manages to utter as you’re forced to swallow his seed. When he finishes emptying himself inside of you, you open your mouth wide to show him your efforts.
"Good girl," Yoongi praises, pressing his lips on the tops of your head. "Now you can focus on getting your boyfriend to cum."
As Yoongi collapses on the floor, you bring your attention to Jungkook. You clench your walls so they constrict around him – milking him until he comes undone with a loud groan, body shaking as he paints your insides in white.
“Oh my god, baby, I’m cumming. I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum—ahhh…” Jungkook grunts, driving his cock deep into your pussy.
It's the edge you need to crumble into pleasure. Your body burns white hot; stars dancing across your vision. "C-Cumming!" you yelp, and you too, shiver with pleasure, spine locking up and toes curling while the waves slam against your battered body.
“Shit – Jungkook, Jungkook… fuck… no more. No more!” you wail when your boyfriend keeps thrusting inside. You’re sweaty and sore, used past the point where you can no longer feel your legs.
You collapse back onto Jungkook’s chest, your boyfriend whispering sweet nothings into your lips as he kisses you languidly. His softening cock slips out of you, bringing with it a glob of your mixed juices that drip onto his leg, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care, too focused on basking in the glow of an orgasm.
Yoongi’s faring no better. His legs can't seem to support his weight. So he lies sprawled on the floor, breathing hard with an arm draped over his eyes.
“I just want to say, this was not what I had in mind when I asked if I could crash at your place tonight,” Yoongi says as he huffs out a chuckle.
“To be fair,” you murmur, sitting up to grab a few tissues from the small table next to you. “Jungkook started it.”
“Yeah,” your boyfriend laughs as he wraps his arms around you. Jungkook pecks at your cheek before settling his head on your shoulder. “And you get to reap the benefits too. We did all the hard work while you sat there and looked pretty.”
You kiss Jungkook’s temple with a smile, just above his piercing. “How about next time I do all the work while you boys lie down?”
Yoongi perks up at this, sitting up to gape at you. “There’s a next time?”
Two pairs of eager eyes stare at you as you stand to stretch out the cramps from sitting too long. With a sly grin at the two of them, you wink, "Only if I get to 'just sit there and look pretty'."
moon's notes: i spent a total of 1 whole day writing this entire thing. so i'm slightly delirious right now. my inspiration? comes from the fact that i was thinking about cockwarming while watching a movie and all of a sudden yoongi came along???????? i don't know. i have no excuse to write this sordid fic full of filth, but i do hope you enjoyed reading it c:
Later Sounds Good Too. (m) | ONE SHOT | MIN YOONGI, JEON JUNGKOOK, 6.5k
Pairing(s) : Yoongi x Reader; Jungkook x Reader; Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook
Summary: It’s a rare day off and when it comes down to it, nothing quite hits the spot like quality time does.
Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+) for language, smut (fem-reader; oral (f-receiving and m-receiving); nipple-play; fingering; dirty talk; unprotected sex; penetrative sex; riding; multiple-orgasms; v v v messy sex, imho because of Jungkook + the squirting + the creampies haha; threesome); fluff and smut; - idol!AU - established relationship.
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“He’s so loud.”
Yoongi snuggles his face by your side as you try and complete a level on In the Seom. Four moves left, thirty blue shells to go, and not a single whale in sight.
“He’s doing a public service announcement tipsy,” you reply absentmindedly.
“He'd be loud even if he wasn't tipsy.”
You smile given that there was some truth to it. But you loved Jungkook singing and you knew that Yoongi loved it too.
Back to your phone, the placement of four shells result in two spinning tops. No luck. Yoongi’s interest is piqued when you curse under your breath.
“Need me to buy you more gems?”
You elbow him as best as you could, but he avoids it graciously. “I still have four hearts left.”
Yoongi peeks over your shoulder which gives you the opportunity to wind your arm back and push your fingers through his hair. He inhales at the gentle scrape of your nails in this prescribed rhythm of to and fro.
“I thought you got me a better house,” he remarks, watching as his SUGA avatar ambles by the front of Jimin’s house only to falter and sit. An old man through and through.
“Wanted to get Jimin the baby chick house instead.”
He answers with a slight grumble, which really is just an indistinct noise loosely translated to whatever.
It’s a rare day off, as they all were, but this time around, they’ll get more, and you didn’t really know what to do with that. It’s a future that they’ve wanted for the longest time and you spend it in bed, resting, doing nothing.
“He’s probably drunk by now,” you replied, trying your best to embrace Yoongi even though he stays glued behind you, his soft hair tickling your arm.
Then, a sudden burst of sound -
“Do you know what I do for a living?”
You started to laugh, in turn losing again on the current level of the game. The graphics explode and your points plummet. You twist to somehow drag Yoongi closer as he tries to bury his face on your back to stifle his groan. The speakers are surround sound, loud enough to invade the slit under the door.
“He does this every time,” he laughs, squeezing you tighter that you startle, your phone slipping out of your touch, clattering onto the floor. That’ll teach you to situate yourself on the edge of the bed.
“He’s literally doing what you wanted.”
“And what’s that?”
You scrunch your nose, kissing him lightly. “Rooting for the song.”
He grumbles his reply before sitting to haul you up, guiding you on his lap as he rests against the headboard - one that took Jungkook an age to source. It was between a standard wooden headboard, (usually Yoongi’s preference) and a tufted leather one. The latter won, which became the better option in the end. Better for the back but not necessarily for anything to grip on, as all three of you confirmed.
“I could have used him as our promotional manager then.”
You grinned, fixing Yoongi’s hair. It’s longer now, resembling more of what he initially strived for. There was a collection of black and white photographs that Yoongi pulled out, shyly raising his wishes and voicing out how he was tired of his clean cut, cropped hair. There was one specific reference picture of Kim Hyun Sik with his long locks disturbed by the sea breeze.
“And to think that I was saying how grown up he was already,” Yoongi sighed.
“He is,” you said, leaning down to kiss him. “And you’re just as bad when you get drunk.”
“How?” Yoongi asks, pushing the words onto your lips.
“Loud.”
On cue, Jungkook amps up the speakers, picks a ballad to sing in perfect pitch. There he goes, overly sentimental when inebriated.
“‘’M not that loud,” Yoongi protests, you make a noncommittal noise, prepared to moot the point but instead his kisses grow fervent. Soft lips anchoring you to the reality that he was more or less hard beneath you.
“Beg to differ,” you countered, smiling into it.
He parts his mouth and the glide of his tongue is slow, his hands following up your sides, curling on your shoulder as you widen your legs so you could grind properly. He tastes of a little bit of whiskey and something distinctly himself, and you groan into the kiss, the realisation that you missed him - them. It hits you all at once. He could probably feel it from the way you pressed yourself closer, impossibly close, wanting to eradicate every millimetre of distance between, to meld your bodies together.
That’s definitely the wine talking.
In the distance, Jungkook breaks out into another ballad, growing more salubrious and loud. Yoongi shifts, squeezing your hips as you laugh against his mouth breathlessly.
“He’s singing that for you,” Yoongi says, his hands slipping under the shirt you’re wearing, the one he leant you from earlier. It seems that you only ever wear what was theirs these days, spending so much time at home. Yoongi applies a firm pressure on your hips, controlling the way you grinded on his lap, making sure to have your core over his erection. Up then down, teasing out a groan from him as you moaned softly.
“When will guys let that go,” you complained.
It was a song you attached to someone undeserving. Now, it carries little importance and the sting has dulled into nothing.
Yoongi tipped your chin up, kissing down your neck, soft presses of his lips on heated skin.
“Or it might just be a good song,” he offers. “You know how he gets.”
You rolled your eyes, humping down for emphasis, tearing a grunt from him as he shot you a warning look.
“You and I both -”
“Wooah WOAAh WOAHHHH!”
Followed by an audible clatter of the chair.
Any trace of conversation with Yoongi dissolves as you giggled, turning your head to the door as Jungkook continues to sing his heart out. Yoongi shakes his head, amused like you.
In the moment of reprieve, he takes the opportunity to push you on your back suddenly. You choke out a grunt, momentarily disoriented, legs suddenly hitching up as he swiftly threads your shorts from your legs.
“I think it’s cute,” you said, in Jungkook’s defence. Yoongi rolls his eyes, chucking your shorts and underwear to a place where it can neither be seen nor reached.
“The bed’s big enough you know,” you pointed out, mourning the loss.
The air is cool and you shiver as Yoongi wedges himself between your legs, the rough fabric of his shorts rubbing against you immediately.
“You should've known that he was going to tease you for this long and,” you murmured, reaching up to kiss him, “you don’t exactly do anything to stop him.”
Yoongi hums, his breath hovering over your lips, “you don’t help either.”
Pulling back, your eyebrows raise, “I’m rooting for the song as hard as you were!”
As if Yoongi never liked being showered with attention, you thought. He was just less open about it compared to Jungkook, blushing in the same rosy tint, right to the tips of his ears. The sappiest out of the three of you, Yoongi is the kind of man who throws an entire birthday bash for his dog, Holly, and remembers every single detail, down to the very minutiae.
Yoongi looks at you now, red in the face, that tug of a smirk on the corner of his mouth.
“Love you,” you say, unrestrained. You press your lips into a line, containing your giggle.
“Love you too, now, legs up,” he commands soon after rucking your shirt up. Easy deflection, one that you allow because he gets flustered, too.
The heat surges up your body, aware that you’re about to be fully exposed. Although, you let Yoongi to adjust you up on the bed, not too far from the cushy headboard. What was surprising was the fact that his enthusiasm began in seconds, manhandling you so that he’s practically pressing your thighs all the way back. So much so that your hips are tipped upwards.
“Yoongi!” You gasped, “wait!”
He stops, arching his brow as if to ask What?
The same question rolls around in your head so you try your best to answer, “just that…”
It’s not that you were against it or that you wanted him to stop. It’s more of the fact that Jungkook hadn’t invested in soft lighting yet and not a single lamp was in sight. It would be too much of a hassle in this position to switch on the mood lighting and if you were being honest, hearing Welcome to Jungkook’s MIKROKOSMOS and then fucking under a kaleidoscopic galaxy while at the same time, Jungkook is belting out Young Love past the door was too… noreabang.
Simply that you’d rather not have Yoongi eat you out in such an ambiance.
Your eyes must have told Yoongi without having to voice your reservations and he goes on to kiss the inside of your knee. He pairs this with a soft knead on your thigh. A habit formed to calm.
“The lights are on,” you said anyway, oversimplifying it while covering your crotch but Yoongi pries your hand away in the same second to place four fingers over your throbbing centre. He’s not quite rubbing but touching. When he does that your thoughts decide to cease.
Clearly not waiting to converse, he leans close, uses both of his thumbs to spread you wide. It causes your clit to peek out as he licks along your throbbing core languidly. Your breathing gets heavier, your hands clutching at the sheets as Yoongi kisses your core, dragging your folds open, licking once more. Still, your thighs try to twitch close, bracketing his head. He throws you an indignant glance and forces your thighs to splay, and just looks.
It’s ridiculous how Yoongi does that with a reserved admiration, it made your toes curl from being so exposed.
“Yoongi, stop staring,” you complained, feeling all too hot, like the overhead bulbs became a concentrated light beam, frying you slowly but surely.
“Pretty,” he mutters out loud and you tilt your head back, covering your face with your hands. He said it in that drawl, too. You knew that he meant the world but that didn’t prevent you from getting shy.
Jungkook has stopped singing again and it’s your heartbeat that’s replaced the echo in your ears.
You’ve tensed back up and Yoongi resumes, licking another stripe, flattening his tongue, so much saliva and your own slick. You can feel it trickle down, soaking his lips and chin.
“Bet I can make you come before he finishes that song,” he challenges.
Bringing yourself back down, you tune your ears and lightly thump him on the head. The energetic beat was unmistakable and you’re in half a mind to shove Yoongi away. His shoulders were shaking as he laughed to himself.
“You are not eating me out to Super Tuna. Besides, that’s only a minute long.”
Yoongi tries his best to look wounded and ends up pouting adorably. “Bet I can though.”
And you thought that Jungkook was competitive.
Before you speak, there is the resounding chant of -
“Chamchi!”
“Chamchi!”
You groaned in frustration, covering your face again. This is definitely noraebang vibes and you’re outnumbered. Jungkook was really trying his best as he sang Where did my fish go?
Yoongi kisses up your thigh, bringing himself to hover over you and gently reveals your face from the shield of your palms. Gripping the lengthy locks that cover his nape, you place your heels on his lower back, helping him to grind his clothed erection over your slit. “He’s gonna sing something sad now, I know it.”
Barely any time passes until Jungkook starts another speech. The words are muffled but then you definitely catch -
“- Mom are you watching?”
Yoongi hides his laughter on the side of your neck and you stifle a laugh too.
You drape your arms around his neck, “he’s such a sap.”
Yoongi nuzzles his nose against yours, humming the tune as Jungkook hits all the notes. He pats your thigh and you stretch your back. As soon as his tongue flicks on your clit, every other sound mutes. This time, he goes deeper, his nose pressing on the swollen nub as he goes lower. You’re wet in no time, slightly conscious that it’s getting on your inner thighs as Yoongi makes a real work of it, uncaring to the point that he slurps.
And because you’re not at the point where you can fully let go yet, you squirm in his hold. He holds you down, those strong arms shoving your legs up and spreading you even more.
“Y-yoongi,” you whined, debating on biting at the hem of your shirt because although Jungkook’s place is big, it echoes. Your legs tremble while Yoongi groans and pulls back. You see that his chin glistens and some liquid even runs down his neck, tainting his collar. His face is flushed, the tip of his nose kissed in pink.
He prods two of his fingers inside and you jolt, hearing the squelch.
“I’ll be too loud,” you confessed, the words kind of massacred since you were chewing on your shirt.
“Bite your shirt,” Yoongi replies, deadpan. Your jaw drops but he doesn’t wait or elaborate.
He rubs your folds and you mewl, doing as he said and tugging the shirt between your teeth as your head enters the floaty kind of space. He spreads them open and you clench at the warmth of his breath; he puts his tongue inside and you squeeze your eyes shut, doing your best to keep your voice undetected.
And it doesn’t take long for you to let all the reservations go, tilting your hips to where it felt good, removing one hand so that you can slip it in Yoongi’s hair. Encouraged, Yoongi pushes your legs back and in turn, baring you even more. Curious strokes of Yoongi’s fingers resulting in a torturous drag.
Your neck strains since you’ve thrown your head back, dizzy from the way Yoongi alternates between fucking you with his fingers and sucking on your clit. It builds you up and up and up that you let an ah slip through. Evidently, Yoongi had excellent timing because while Jungkook was busy with Love, Maybe and right as he hits the high notes, he starts to properly eat you out.
Here’s one of your boyfriend’s technically serenading you and the other has his face pressed between your legs, making a right mess.
Maybe it is love.
“Fuck, fuck,” you gasped, thighs clinging around Yoongi’s head, “please.”
Yoongi moans himself and you’re drenched, you can’t even tell the difference if it was his spit or your slick. Just that the slide of his tongue is smooth and your legs are comfortably atop his shoulders.
“Y-yoongi,” you hissed, not really in control of your own body as you fist the sheets, biting down on your lip to muffle your moans. “I’m gonna, ahn -”
You feel his tongue lick up and cover your clit with his mouth then suck.
Your stomach tenses and you yank at his hair, vaguely registering that he hissed. You did that because you were gushing. But Yoongi grabs your thighs and holds you down so you can ride your orgasm out on his face, until you’re the one retreating since it was too much and you weren’t sure if you could keep quiet anymore.
After, you go limp on the bed, the aftershocks getting more and more subdued. Yoongi massages your legs, climbing up to plant a wet kiss on your cheek. He kisses again below your ear and -
“Thanks for the meal.”
You scrunch your nose and softly push at his chest, wiping his mouth for him. You pat his hair down remorsefully, “did it hurt?”
He wasn’t one to like getting his hair pulled and well, sometimes you get carried away.
Yoongi shrugs, “was under a minute, right?”
“Yoongi.”
Outside, Jungkook sings a song from Jung Seung Hwan, a total opposite of the current mood.
And Yoongi was yanking his shirt off, “quick, before he makes into a trot song.”
You reach for him, in the throes of laughter as he meets you with a kiss.
Perhaps tonight, analogously, you can check fucking in a noraebang off your list.
-
The position is precarious and required some thought before execution.
But you’ve had your second orgasm and Yoongi didn’t have any qualms about doing most of the work. Simply, you were spoiled rotten and hardly had the chance to make up for it.
“D’you want to go to Tongyeong?”
Yoongi’s voice sounds so clear by your ear as your back is pressed on his chest, sweaty but sated. The lights remain on and the shower audibly runs somewhere. Jungkook is humming something romantic, was it TIM?
Through the fog of your thoughts, you wiggle your hips since Yoongi was still seated inside you. You liked doing that and it helped that either of them didn’t mind because it’s the fastest way to get them hard again.
The turn of phrase prompts you to cast your mind back to the sandy beaches and scattered villas. Tongyeong was special not because it was isolated but because that’s where the three of you had a small house. A quaint bubble you retreat to when the apartments were too stifling and the city became overwhelming. Although it’s been a while, you worry about the state of things there, the few plants you left must have withered by now.
“Can you steal some time away?” You asked, knowing that it was easier to pivot in your schedule in comparison. Yoongi rubs at the skin of your thigh.
“A month and a bit.”
“Funny,” you replied, breath hitching as he adjusts himself once more.
“Hm?”
“Jungkook, ah,” you exhaled, since Yoongi was kissing the space below your ear, “he mentioned the same thing to me a few days ago.”
You were both on one of the random mattresses with Bam draped over your legs while Song and Paeng skittered about, their nails tapping on the marbled floor. Jungkook just asked it as if it was the same as Do you want to order tonight?
You feel Yoongi’s knuckles brush your hip, a drowsy back and forth motion. “Did he ask you in the same way?”
“If you’re asking whether he was inside me, he wasn’t,” you laughed, earning a breathy chuckle from him.
Suddenly, Jungkook stumbles into the bedroom in the flimsiest towel imaginable. Wonderfully trimmed and pleasing at every angle, his skin is damp and so was his hair. Technicolour tattoos adorn his arm, ending neatly at the shoulder. You smile. The towel didn’t even reach his knees.
“Ah, Mr. Lightweight,” you announced.
“‘M not a lightweight,” Jungkook complains, skating his nose along the length of your neck. The sudden weight presses you harder onto Yoongi’s cock. You groaned, throbbing involuntarily.
His hair wet and his skin freshly moisturised but complete with ruddy cheeks.
“You sure? You were out for more than an hour,” you informed, squeezing the water out from his hair, letting it trickle down your wrist as he lolls his head forward, nuzzling against the side of your neck.
He mumbles something intelligible until Yoongi interjects.
“The wine isn’t that strong,” Yoongi replied, and Jungkook nodded. His full weight was on you now, hot and heavy that you tried to shove some of him off.
“Hyung’s right, it isn’t,” he said, all too pliant. You grinned, hauling him up so that there was some distance between his sleepy face and yours.
“Was a good concert,” you murmured, blending the leftover moisturiser onto his skin properly. Jungkook scrunches his nose, inwardly pleased.
“You’re naked and hyung’s naked.”
“That we are,” Yoongi quips, gripping your hips because you laughed and clenched around him unintentionally.
The scant towel around Jungkook’s waist slips off and sets things back into equilibrium. You grin as he stares at his erection. Impressive for someone who probably finished a bottle himself.
“And you two fucked without me,” he accused, the vowels ending a soft mumble.
Jungkook mentioned once that there’s nothing quite like FOMO when it came to sex. Even with Yoongi’s personal, regimented schedule Jungkook managed to outdo the both of you. There were dance lessons, drums, boxing, and now he’s eyeing camping, too. Pent up energy, he said. Sometimes, you tease him and say that how come he doesn’t get tired after marathon sex but he simply shrugged replied we can’t have sex every time I’m pent up, you’ll be sore.
That shut you up immediately.
All of your personal endeavours involve a rather lax commitment to the gym and perhaps the odd pottery class in Hannam. The owner is kind and patient, allowing you to store four pots at the studio as you haven’t had the time to stop by. Yoongi jokes that you’re only there because they have unlimited Iced Americanos. Did they want you to have a heart attack before the work even makes it to the kiln? Jungkook kept every single one that you brought home - the very first, misshapen creature is guarded by the stern figures of Iron Man and Captain America. A picture of heroic security on a plastic shelf.
Putting it all together, you didn’t get moments like these often. But when you do, there’s nothing to worry about.
Your record was five. Or seven on a good day.
To animate his terrible loss, Jungkook runs his touch along your sides, fuelling the desire that ebbed away earlier to pull back in. His thumbs rest on your nipples, taut from the cold air and now from his touch. Yoongi groans quietly since you tightened up and you lean your head back feeling his hardening cock shift deeper inside.
You expect Jungkook to leave it and have Yoongi carry on but he leans forward and seals his mouth over your nipple.
“Fuck,” you gasped, pushing your chest towards the sweet-sharp pain from the bite of his teeth. Yoongi exhales through his nose and sits up abruptly, you feel him yank your legs up and so wide that you shiver. He kisses a spot next to your ear, blunt nails digging into your flesh and Jungkook sucks your nipple and kneads the other with a tattooed hand.
“You like it that much, mn?” Yoongi murmurs, the words sinking in a deeper timbre, “like that Jungkookie’s mouth is on your pretty tits while you’re sitting on my cock?”
It was so unfair that you were caught in the middle, “shut up,” you whined, rocking your hips fruitlessly. You couldn’t even move properly, reduced to breathless moans and hitching gasps.
Yoongi was deep enough inside you that it could feel good but Jungkook had trapped you flush against Yoongi’s chest. Moving was a task and a half, not to mention Yoongi has you spread so wide that the stretch on your legs burns a little. You grip at Jungkook’s hair and he moans, you feel the inconsequential vibrations of his voice on your skin, silky in its delivery. Hot puffs of air, the swipe of his tongue, Jungkook adds the graze of his teeth and your head leans on Yoongi’s shoulder, so fucked out before things have actually begun.
“Touch her,” Yoongi demands, his voice too calm for how hard your cunt was clamping around him. Jungkook does just that, pressing his thumbs to drag your folds open, then circles your swollen clit. You cry out, body arching in protest.
“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes. You couldn’t bear to look, it was too exposing, you throb around Yoongi’s cock, your hips betraying you as you squirmed on Yoongi’s lap.
“Pretty.”
You moaned softly, Jungkook sounded like he was under a spell and said it the same way Yoongi says it: reverently.
He rubs your clit harder and your legs tremble, you cover one of Yoongi’s hands with your own for comfort. He kisses the side of your neck, then ducks his head down to kiss your shoulder, “doing so well, hm? Bet Jungkookie’s jealous that I’m the one inside you.”
“Don’t brag, hyung,” Jungkook complains, punctuating it by kissing you.
He tastes minty and his lip ring dents your skin, you feel him smile as you gasp in his mouth. One of his hands was back on your tits, the web of his index and middle finger squeezing your nipple. The position is cramped, Jungkook was heavy and if you could feel the weight, Yoongi might as well have been crushed onto the headboard.
“Jungkook,” he warns, his hips angling upwards, thrusting his cock into you in shallow pumps. You moaned against Jungkook’s lips, overwhelmed as he sucked on your tongue. He kept circling his finger on your clit and there was so much heat that all three of you were sweating, pressed so close together, skin slippery and hot.
“C-can’t, oh fuck, fuck,” you whimper.
Yoongi groans and you can tell that he was holding himself back from fucking into you. But you can feel how hard he was, how at every clench around his cock, he gave into it in the cant of his hips. You’re dizzy and your breathing is ragged. Jungkook tips your head while pinching your chin gently and he gives the slightest of nods, his mouth parting as his tongue licks at your bottom lip.
It doesn’t register straight away but when it does, the strength that overtakes you almost leads you to breaking from their grasp. Yoongi braces you to himself as your orgasm crashes down on you in a sudden gush, your whole body seizing as your toes curl, absorbing the sudden wave of pleasure.
“Shit,” Jungkook marvels and you look in time to see the spray of liquid from your pussy, pushing Yoongi’s cock out in an instant.
Everything was so wet, down your inner thighs, all over Yoongi’s crotch. He holds your hip and you sobbed as you end up on your knees, throwing your body over Jungkook as he holds your trembling form as you ride out the aftershocks. You emit small, quivering exhales as Jungkook kisses the tacky skin of your shoulder, praising you and mumbling how good you were, the ghost-like imprint of his knuckles running along the length of your spine.
It takes a few seconds and you find yourself on your back, conveniently away from the damp sheets. Jungkook continues to kiss you to distract, knowing how overwhelmed you feel now, still wracked by shivers, your breathing trying to return to normal.
“Can I?” Jungkook asks, a loose hold on your ankles, positioning them in a way that spreads you wide again. You wince as his cock rests on your throbbing cunt, the length weighed down heavily. You nod, reaching up to tug him into a kiss.
“You sure you’re not tired?” Jungkook asks. You shake your head, there comes a point when you’re in that cycle. When the ache morphs into nothing but good.
It was addictive.
In your periphery, you see Yoongi push his hair away from his face, noticeably flushed and his cock straining against his abdomen. Jungkook lines himself up and slowly thrusts inside. You whimper as he bottoms out and at the same time, silently beckon Yoongi. He doesn’t understand at first, until you open your mouth and reveal your tongue. He places a pillow beneath your head and cradles the side of your face. Jungkook groans and carries on fucking you.
“Fuck, ah,” you gasp as Jungkook places his hand on your knees, keeping you spread and open for his cock.
Yoongi gently guides his cock in your mouth, the head sliding against the smooth walls, saliva coating it into velvet slick.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Jungkook moans, and you tighten up from his words, bobbing your head before it gets rough. You’re not sure if you’re even managing a proper job but Yoongi throws his head back, the muscles on his abdomen tightening. You lick at the tip, compensating by circling his length and pumping your hand around him. Dipping your tongue on the slit, you swallow down again, gagging slightly as your throat opens up to accommodate. But Jungkook was going too hard and you turned your head, causing Yoongi’s cock to slip out of your mouth.
“J-jungkook, ah, ah, fuck,” you whined, gripping at his thigh. He used that as a signal to come closer, those broad shoulders pinning you in half as he delivered a chaste kiss to your ankle. Each thrusts caused sparks to run along your body and your eyes shut, succumbing to the blinding heat. The bed dips as Yoongi retreats and you kind of feel bad for a moment, unable to be attentive to either.
Vaguely, you register that you sound like sex, the wet slap of skin, the feeble whimpers when he grinds just right. It makes you exhale a laugh and he looks at you, struck by it. Ever the gentlemen, Jungkook keeps the rhythm and doesn’t stop, only inquiring through the raising of his brows.
“What?”
“Nothing, ‘s good,” you giggled, the ending turning into a moan after a deeper thrust. Encouraged, he goes harder, quick and sharp strokes that fucks his cock in so good that you came, tucking your face into his neck. It still bowls you over just how good it was, how they can keep you in this cycle that seems infinite. Tears collect in your eyes and Jungkook brushes them away as carefully as he can.
“One more, please,” he breathed against your lips. You nod, helpless but willing to give it to him.
“I’m sorry,” he then pleads in between laughs. Yoongi was chuckling, too.
Then, a final thrust, hard and deep, Jungkook groans and you whimper while your body shakes, fingers scrabbling on the sheets for purchase. Your mind blanks, you thrash as your hip twists away due to the sensitivity.
It takes a moment for that temporary comedown. Orgasms render things into a buzz, a floaty, enigmatic feeling. Then, you realise that come was dribbling out of you in a foamy gloop. A muted clicky sound makes its way past the cotton of your hearing and you want to curl up and hide.
That was your least favourite part.
“‘M so full,” you sighed.
Jungkook’s flushed face is shiny. He pushes his hair up, crushing the matted strands even more. The swell of his chest was distracting and so was his glistening cock, somewhat on its way out if not for how hard you were clenching around him.
“I’ll clean it up.”
“W-what?”
He slips out and you moan at the sudden emptiness before becoming aware that Jungkook is shoving your legs towards your chest. He exchanges a look with Yoongi, diving down to mouth at your cunt. You hissed as Jungkook runs the flat of his tongue along your tender slit, flicking right on the swollen bud of your clit.
“No, n-no too much,” you whined but the sway of your hips betrays you in an instant.
“Thanks for the meal,” he mutters, muffled because he was busy sticking his face in probably. You couldn’t even laugh as his nose bumps your clit, making you keen. Out of sheer embarrassment from being plucked out of the haze, you gently whack his shoulder with your heel. He was basically licking at his own come and Yoongi’s too.
You didn’t know if you were turned on or grossed out.
“Stay still,” Yoongi demands.
You try to and Yoongi leans down to kiss you. It’s a distraction from the wet, sucking noises Jungkook was making as he ‘cleans’ you up, pushing two fingers inside to displace more. Hazarding a look, you see him taking his time, eyes half lidded and transfixed. The tip of his nose was glimmering, his pink lips bright and swollen.
He looked obsessed.
Maybe it was more of a turn on right now.
At least you could feel Yoongi’s cock springing into hardness again, hot and throbbing by your hip.
“Hngh, ah, ahn, please,” you beg, squirming since Jungkook has splayed four fingers over your pussy only to rub it furiously. In vain, you try to wrap a hand around Yoongi, who resorted to humping your side, as desperate as you were. Thrashing in their hold, you’re heading towards another peak, slick between your thighs, obscene noises from your pussy, the stiff bud of your clit getting constant simulation. Jungkook’s tattooed arm flexed some and vibrated as he was going so hard.
“Wait, ah, wait- ”
Jungkook slaps your clit and your gasp becomes silent, orgasming for the fourth time.
“Fuck!”
You think of nothing, you are nothing apart from the resounding phrase so good, so good, so good.
You must have said it out loud because Jungkook was kissing your face and murmuring the same thing along with I love you, fuck, I love you.
You hear yourself say it back, love you, I love you.
Then, still disoriented as Yoongi noses along your jaw, impulsively, you say -
“Let me ride you.”
He throws you a hesitant look, “but you just came.”
“You’re hard.”
It sounds simple enough.
On shaky limbs, you guide Yoongi to sit back and swing your leg over. He sucks in a breath and you see how hard he was. And you sink onto it, slow and inch by inch, your pussy takes him in. Seated comfortably, you rock your hips and sigh at how warm it was. Yoongi hisses, bares his teeth slightly as you tighten up again. Placing your arms behind your back, stacked and ready, Jungkook hurries to support you.
“Fuck, okay.”
With no prelude, Yoongi brackets your hips with his large hands, fucking up into you in short, measured thrusts. His face is red probably from the attention and of chasing his own orgasm but you knew you were tight and wet and he loved this. Granted that it doesn’t take you long before coming again, Jungkook lets go of your arms to push your hips down, you yelp, legs and torso shaking uncontrollably as Yoongi’s cock splits you open. There was so much liquid pulsing out, your inner thighs slippery and warm. You cried out, collapsing at the feeling of being stuffed as Yoongi came, his mouth covering your nipple, biting just enough that it’s good.
Overstimulated and trembling too hard, you raise yourself using your thighs and Yoongi’s cock slips out, slapping on his stomach. More come and your squirt splashes on the pale expanse of his skin. He groans as you settle on his thigh, your cunt clenching involuntarily.
“Shit,” Jungkook hissed, appearing from the back, cupping your chin. Understanding, you tip your head up, closing your eyes in time. You were all messy but Jungkook’s aim was poor, especially in times like these. He grunts as his hand moves furiously, wet noises of his cock squeezed out and it hits you, warm silvery stripes that you jolt on reflex.
And you weren’t one to sugarcoat things. Dick tasted like dick but cum tasted bitter.
“Blegh.”
“Sorry,” he says, his breathing heavy.
“Aim better, Kook-ah,” Yoongi scolds, cleaning up the parts on your eyelids.
“Or eat less meat,” you add.
“Okay, I’ll do whatever,” Jungkook replies. He sounds out of it, like in a trance. It’s kind of adorable.
You feel two sets of fingers swipe your eyelids and you overcome the initial disgust and catch their fingers in your mouth. Your tongue wraps around the digits in a slow, downward take. Yoongi groans in feigned annoyance while Jungkook’s eyes sort of glazes over. Worked up, you press their fingers on the roof of your mouth. It’s a tight fit so they draw back with a muted pop and you let yourself relax against Jungkook’s chest.
“I’m literally leaking.”
Yoongi’s rumble of a laugh makes you squirm but Jungkook’s hands were back on your thighs, massaging lightly. There was so much that your efforts in keeping it inside until you got in the shower were pointless.
“Ugh, the sheets,” you huffed, tipping your hips up and bringing your legs close together. Jungkook grabs your ankles and Yoongi snakes a hand down.
“Wait -”
Too late.
You were swiftly manhandled and your legs kept wide, Yoongi’s fingers pressing to flower your pussy open, Jungkook’s hands slotting snugly at the backs of your knees. Through it all, you moaned softly. The whole shuffling made air whip on your skin and everything was so wet and sore.
“Fuck,” they both said.
You rolled your eyes, landing your head on Jungkook’s shoulder to shift your attention to the plain ceiling. As hard as you tried, you were still clenching. Accepting your fate, you kicked your leg in the air, “there’s so much.”
You feel more trickle out down your ass onto the sheets. Jungkook places a hand on your smaller back, tilting you up.
“It’s meant to stay in anyway,” he informed and Yoongi cupped your pussy, his fingers dragging some come back inside.
“What? Trying to see if it takes?” You remark jokingly.
Yoongi leans in for a kiss, “not a bad idea.”
You shove at him only to be kissed by Jungkook, who hummed his agreement.
“Kids are expensive, you know,” you argued, strangely comfortable in your current position. Jungkook laughed arrogantly, full bellied and with his chest.
“As if we can’t provide for you,” Yoongi says.
Jungkook echoes this by adjusting you so that no more come would end up rolling out and down. You laugh then, trying to escape. But they held you close, eventually laughing along too.
And you all collapse in a heap, the tired satiation settling in your bones.
Eventually though, because you’re only human who’s aware of the stickiness that has befallen you say -
“Shower.”
“The sheets,” Yoongi replies, eyes shut and turning so that he was more comfortable.
To your side, you reach forward, gently massaging Jungkook’s nape. Immediately, there’s a quiet, “hgnh.” You smiled, raking your nails along his scalp. He shivers at the contact, stirring awake. Two slow blinks, those large eyes clearly begging for sleep.
“Later,” he mumbled.
Seconds pass and something comes over you.
Something intangible and oddly, ethereal.
Earlier, while you were reading a book, you came across a word that stayed with you for a long while.
Beatific.
It might be that, you think. Or something closer altogether.
Whatever it was, you were unsure if they felt it too so you look at either of them in turn.
Yoongi’s face is serene and on the verge of sleep. Jungkook’s closed eyes and pink lips. They seemed younger like this, actually. Unguarded. For a few more seconds, you allow yourself to bask in it and settle in the quiet calm.
It makes you think about other ideas that aren’t too bad.
Like spending a week at Tongyeong or lazing around here without feeling like the outside is a centrifuge, spinning to pull you apart from each other as soon as you cross the threshold.
