#3somme

"huh." he huffed. both you and suguru looked up at him, trying to downplay the fact both of you were flushed at the cheeks. "hm?" you both hummed, tilting your heads and looking at each other then back to satoru.

"like what you see?" he teased, flexing his bicep as he giggled.

you could have sworn you were actually drooling at the sight of that.

suguru cleared his throat.

"thats unprofessional, satoru." he murmured, rolling his eyes mockingly.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." he snorted.

"meh." you giggled, eyes scanning over his damp hair, lower to his abs then his eyes.

"oh?" satoru raised an eyebrow, hand on the back of his neck.

satoru shifted closer, standing at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed.

"use your words princess, what's meh supposed to mean?"

"i dunno." you shrugged, grinning as you lay your phone on your stomach.

"arent you cocky today, isnt she cocky today suguru?" a sly curve on his lips that flashed his teeth on his face, looking over at his bestfriend who had his arms crossed.

"hm, id say so." he nodded, a smirk on his face.

"what should we do about that, suguru?"

"i dont know, satoru."

satoru inched closer until he was standing next to you, towering over the bed.

"i have an idea.'' he smirked, voice slick with that sly tone of his.

before you could come to realisation of what was happening, satoru was leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. soft at first, but when he could feel you start to lean into the kiss he pulled away.

"ah ah ah" he tutted, shaking his head. "girls who act like that dont deserve nice things. not unless they're punished first. right suguru?" he looked over at suguru who was watching the two of you with a smirk on his face clearly enjoying the show.

"damn right." suguru nodded.

"and i think.." satoru hummed, his finger trailing along your jaw "she needs to learn her lesson first."

your cheeks were painted with a deep pinkish reddish colour and your chest was sinking and rising with your lips slightly parted. you watched as satoru crawled onto the bed, leaning over you as his hand gripped the headboard.

"first, you come over here in that small top..." he hummed, sliding off the straps of your tanktop and pulling it over your head "and those...small small shorts..." he continued, hands trailing down your waist as he unbuttoned your jean shorts and slid them down your thighs gently "then you act all bratty." he spoke lowly. dangerously. "thinking me and suguru would let it slide?"

"pathetic." suguru hissed, shaking his head.

"right?" satoru nodded, his teeth nipping at the bare skin on your neck.

you winced, flinching at the feeling of his teeth sinking into the sensitive spot of your neck.

you could feel sugurus weight shifting on the bed, crawling over to you and trailing his tongue from your jaw to your neck as he sunk his teeth into the skin next to satoru.

you gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

they both continued to nip at your skin, leaving dark marks trailing from your neck to your chest, working on your skin like artists carving their most delicate piece. The spots throbbed slightly as they moved on to different patches of their canvas, your skin.

You felt suguru lift his head, shifting on to his back. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He held you tightly, leaving you no room to even writhe or wriggle.

'Hold her still, suguru" satoru grinned, almost giggling at the sight of you being held captive in sugurus large muscular arms.

Satoru lowered himself. Lower. Lower until his nostrils flared due to the sheer scent of you. Underwear practically drenched.

"you filthy little brat." he sucked his teeth, pulling the fabric aside to assess your slick cunt.

"dont tell me-"

"dripping."

suguru scoffed, shaking his head.

Your cheeks burned with humiliation, face bright red as your best friends teased you for being so greedily wet.

satoru took two fingers and traced your slit, bringing them to his nose to drink in your scent. a grunt -almost growl- sound escaping his throat.

he gripped your thighs tightly, parting them with that insane strength and keeping them parted to stop you from daring to pull them closed and hide which you so desperately wanted to to from sheer embarrassment.

he brought his head forward, his long tongue delving into your cunt. he wasnt gentle. he didnt hold back.

he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and nibbling.

your moans filled the silence. each one powering satoru more and more.

suguru kept you captive in his strong hold, watching as satoru ate you out. it wasnt long before you felt his thick hard on digging into your back.

your soft cries along with the sinful sight? what other reaction was he to have.

"dont w'rry sugu' you'll get y'ur turn." satoru snickered, eyes on the both of you as he was devouring your pussy.

suguru wore smug look on his face in return.

"s-satoru i-"

"ah ah ah. what did i say a few minutes ago? 'girls who act like that dont deserve nice things.' right?" he shook his head.

you mewled in response, eyebrows furrowed together and desperation boiling in your veins.

"please- m'sorry" you pleaded.

"attag'rl, keep begging and i might just let you make a mess. if only you were as sweet as you tasted`'

he kept sucking, nibbling only this time he slipped a finger inside of you and in response, you cried out.

you were drawn to your absolute limit.

"s-satoru pleeeeeeease!" you whined.

"just a lil' more baby." he taunted.

"c-cant take it anymore satoru please let me cum."

"c'mon then baby. make a mess all over my face." he grinned, fingers jamming in and out of you much quicker now.

you immediately came at his allowance, cum dripping from your cunt and straight on to his greedy tongue.

he lapped all your slick up, swallowing it down.

"y're not done yet.''

he pulled back and swapped places with suguru. now it was satorus strong hold around you.

suguru sprung his cock free from the restraints of his clothing, pre dripping from his silky tip, down to his veiny shaft.

"gna' use her all up arent you sugu?''

''fuck you know it."

before you knew it, suguru was aligning his hips with your cunt. gently pushing himself inside of you inch by inch.

you whined and moaned as his thick cock stretched you apart.

suguru's pace quickened, thrusting in and out as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with your mewls and his breathy grunts.

his pace kept quickening, thrusts harder to the point you couldnt even form a thought. he was so so big.

just as you thought things couldnt get more intense, one of satorus hands slipped down and began circling your red puffy clit, still sensitive from his earlier antics while the other hand kneaded your tits.

the smell of his freshly washed hair raided your nose, head falling back against his chest as you continued making insensate noises.

"look at her, sugu. fucking senseless." satoru laughed.

suguru thrusted harder, amused at the way your face twisted with pleasure.

"satoru you ought to be a little nicer." he huffed.

"me? tell that to her."

satoru kept rubbing circles that caused your legs to twitch, hips bucking and back arched against him.

"mmm 's too much." you cooed.

"brats get punished. thats j's how it goes princess." satoru shrugged.

"m' gonna cum sugu'' you whined.

"go on then baby." he hummed softly, such contrast to how he was fucking you brainless.

he waited for you to cum first, your slick coating his thick cock. He followed after, burying his seed deep inside of you.

suguru stayed like that for a moment before pulling out of you and collapsing into the bed next to satoru.

you lay sprawled across satorus chest, coming down from your high. "hope you learned your lesson, princess." satoru hummed, grinning ear to ear at how you clung to him with your eyes half lidded from tiredness.

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The Seoul summer was relentless, humidity clinging to your skin as you stood outside the government office, a marriage certificate trembling in your hands. Jeon Jungkook, your unexpected husband, stood beside you, his dark eyes flicking from the paper to your face. His jaw was tight, lips pressed thin, but his hand hovered near your waist, a silent claim.

You’d come to Seoul a year ago, chasing a freelance photography gig after a messy breakup back home. South Korea’s vibrant chaos had been a fresh start—until your work visa renewal hit a snag. A friend’s desperate pitch—“Jungkook’s solid, he’ll marry you to keep you here”—and your own reckless impulse led to this moment. You barely knew him. A few coffee shop meetups, his shy smiles, and broken English weren’t enough to prepare you for this. Marriage.

Jungkook was unfairly gorgeous—black hair falling into his eyes, a brow piercing catching the sunlight, tattoos peeking from his sleeve. “Good?” he asked, voice low, accented. His English was halting, your Korean worse—annyeonghaseyo, kamsahamnida, menu items.

“Yeah, good,” you whispered, heart pounding. You’d hesitated at the desk, pen hovering, imagining your ex’s smug face if you got deported. This was survival, not romance. Right?

Jungkook muttered—“aish”—frustration clear. He grabbed your hand, firm but gentle, pulling you toward his car. “Where?” you asked, stumbling after him.

“House,” he said, then something in Korean. You didn’t understand, but his intense gaze made your stomach flip. You nodded, choosing to trust him, asserting your own resolve to make this work.

Jungkook’s apartment was sleek—dark wood, minimalist, scented with his woody cologne. You stood in the living room, clutching your camera bag, as he handed you a bottle of soju. “Drink,” he said, clinking his bottle against yours. “Good for… nervous.”

You laughed, tension easing. “Yeah, I’m nervous.” You took a swig, the burn grounding you. Silence fell, heavy with unspoken questions. How do you live with someone you can’t fully talk to? Share a bed?

One afternoon, you tried communicating. You pointed at a kimchi jar, attempting, “Kimchi… jotayo?” (I like kimchi). Jungkook grinned, correcting gently, “Joahe.” His smile was disarming, but when you mispronounced “saranghae” (I love you) during a playful language lesson, his eyes darkened, and he stepped closer.

“Yeppeo,” he murmured—pretty—his gaze lingering on your sundress. You blushed, feeling the heat of his attention. “Thanks,” you said, then boldly touched his arm, testing the waters. His breath hitched, and he kissed you, hungry, hands sliding to your waist. You felt his arousal through his jeans, moaning softly.

He growled in Korean, hands under your dress. “Wait,” you panted, pulling back. “What did you say?”

Frustrated, he tried, “You… mine. Want to… fuck.” The bluntness burned, his accent making it filthier. You wanted him, but the language gap was maddening. “We need help,” you said, asserting control. “Someone to translate.”

Jungkook groaned, grabbing his phone.

“Namjoon,” he said. “He... help.”

Kim Namjoon arrived the next morning, all dimples and broad shoulders, a leather notebook in hand. His English was flawless, his voice deep, and when he shook your hand, his thumb lingered. “Jungkook says communication’s tough,” he said, settling on the couch. Jungkook sat beside you, thigh pressed to yours, hand possessive on your knee.

“It’s everything,” you admitted, cheeks warm. “Talking, living together… intimacy.” You glanced at Jungkook, who watched you intently. “I want to understand him. Especially in bed.”

Namjoon’s eyes twinkled. “In bed too?” Jungkook muttered, grip tightening. Namjoon chuckled. “He’s frustrated because he can’t tell you how much he wants you. He’s passionate but stuck.”

“Tell him I want him too,” you said softly, leaning into Jungkook. “But I need to know what he’s feeling.”

Namjoon translated, and Jungkook smirked, whispering in your ear. Namjoon said, “He says your body will understand his, even without words.” Your thighs clenched.

That evening, Namjoon stayed for dinner, translating Jungkook’s stories about his music producer job. You shared your photography passion, showing them a photo of Seoul’s neon streets. Namjoon’s praise—“You capture the city’s pulse”—felt intimate, and Jungkook’s hand tightened on your thigh.

Later, Jungkook pulled you onto his lap, kissing your neck. Namjoon watched, his gaze heavy. “Tell me,” you gasped as Jungkook’s hands roamed.

“He loves how you taste,” Namjoon said, voice husky. “Wants to mark you as his.” Jungkook’s teeth grazed your collarbone. You moaned, noticing Namjoon’s arousal through his jeans. His desire amplified yours, and Jungkook’s smirk suggested he noticed too.

The first bedroom translation was chaotic and searing, with you taking the lead to set the pace.

You straddled Jungkook on the bed, his shirt off, muscles flexing as you kissed down his chest. His Korean murmurs drove you wild, but you needed clarity. You guided his hands to your breasts, showing him what you wanted, your confidence growing. “Namjoon,” you panted, “what’s he saying?”

Namjoon sat by the bed, gripping the armrest, hand on his thigh. “He wants to worship you,” he said, voice strained. “Says your skin’s so soft, he’s losing his mind.”

Jungkook tugged your panties down, growling. Namjoon translated, “Your pussy’s so pretty, he could stare forever.” You whimpered as Jungkook’s fingers teased your clit, slow and deliberate. Namjoon’s breathing hitched, his hand slipping inside his pants, stroking himself.

“Tell him to taste me,” you said, bold. Namjoon translated, and Jungkook’s eyes flashed, his tongue flicking your clit. You moaned, guiding his head, reveling in control. Namjoon’s voice was rough: “He wants to ruin you, feel you come on his tongue.”

You came, vision blurring, Jungkook’s fingers curling inside you. Namjoon groaned, stroking faster, his sounds mingling with yours. Jungkook kissed you, lips slick. “Mine,” he said, then in Korean. Namjoon translated, “You’re his. Only his.”

But Namjoon’s hungry and disagreed gaze lingered, hinting at more.

Weeks blurred with sex and translation. Namjoon was there nightly, his presence electric. Jungkook fucked you possessively, leaving faint marks, while Namjoon’s voice wove through, translating every filthy word. Namjoon often touched himself watching, his arousal heightening yours, and Jungkook’s harder thrusts showed he also enjoyed the dynamic.

One afternoon, alone with Namjoon practicing Korean, tension shifted. Jungkook was at the studio. “Say ‘bogoshipo’,” Namjoon said. “I miss you.”

You said it, and his eyes softened. “Good. Soon you won’t need me.” His voice was wistful.

“I’ll always need you,” you teased, but his gaze sharpened, brushing hair behind your ear. “Don’t say that,” he murmured, thumb grazing your cheek. You froze, body responding.

The door opened. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, seeing Namjoon’s hand. He snapped in Korean. Namjoon replied calmly, but Jungkook pulled you to him. “Mine,” he said, kissing you hard. Namjoon translated, “You belong to him. I need to stop touching.”

“It’s not what you think,” you said, touching Jungkook’s chest. “I want you both… but we need to talk.” Your insistence on clarity showed your growing agency.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. Namjoon’s eyes were unreadable. Jungkook spoke, and Namjoon translated, “He wants me to translate tonight. And… touch you. But he’s scared.”

You reached for Jungkook’s hand. “I’m yours. Both of yours, if you want that.”

That night redefined boundaries, a wildfire of trust and desire.

Jungkook had you on your hands and knees, his cock buried deep in your pussy, each thrust deliberate, stretching you deliciously. His hands gripped your hips, leaving faint marks. He spoke in Korean, voice raw. You sobbed, overwhelmed, sheets fisted.

“Namjoon,” you gasped, “what’s he saying?”

Namjoon knelt in front, shirt unbuttoned, stroking his thick cock. “He wants to fuck you until you’re his forever,” he said, voice hoarse. “He’s jealous of how much you need me.”

Jungkook slowed, pulling you against his chest, hands cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples. “Touch her,” he said in English, accent heavy. You nodded, desperate. Namjoon’s fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles, the dual sensation dizzying.

Jungkook’s thrusts deepened, Namjoon’s fingers matched his rhythm. Jungkook growled, and Namjoon translated, “He wants to ruin you while I make you scream.”

You were close, trembling. Namjoon’s hand grazed your throat, thumb on your pulse. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, unprompted. “I’m falling for you.”

The confession pushed you over. You came, walls pulsing around Jungkook, screaming. Jungkook groaned, guiding you to the bed’s edge. “Take her,” he said to Namjoon, a challenge. “She’s ours.”

Namjoon hesitated, then kissed you softly, grabbing lube. Jungkook spread your thighs, still inside you. Namjoon’s fingers prepared you, sliding into your rim, stretching gently. “Relax,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder.

Jungkook thrust slowly, Namjoon entered your ass, the fullness intense but thrilling. They moved in tandem, Jungkook’s deep thrusts alternating with Namjoon’s careful ones. You sobbed, caught between them, every nerve alight. Namjoon’s hand returned to your clit, and Jungkook growled, “Ours.”

You came again, convulsing, their names echoing. Jungkook spilled inside you, then Namjoon, their releases hot. They held you, Jungkook’s arms tight, Namjoon’s hand in your hair.

“Saranghae,” Jungkook murmured. Namjoon translated, “We love you, in every language.”

Morning light filtered through the curtains. Jungkook kissed your forehead, Namjoon’s voice soft. “He’s sorry if he scared you,” Namjoon murmured. “But not sorry for sharing you.”

You laughed, content. “What now?”

They exchanged glances. Namjoon spoke, “We want you with us. Both of us.”

That evening, over soju and samgyeopsal, you discussed the triad. “I love you both,” you admitted, heart racing. “But I’m scared. What if I hurt one of you?”

Jungkook squeezed your hand. Namjoon translated, “He says we’ll fight, but we’ll fix it. You’re worth it.”

Namjoon added, “I was loyal to Jungkook, but I love you too. We’ll make it work.” His vulnerability—admitting his fear of overstepping—deepened your trust.

A month later, you signed a second marriage license, a private ceremony for three. Namjoon’s hand shook, but his smile was radiant. You exchanged simple bands, a silent vow.

Life with Jungkook and Namjoon was a vibrant dance of heat and tenderness, each moment weaving you closer. Your Korean had improved enough to catch Jungkook’s playful “Yeppeo” when you wore his oversized shirt, or Namjoon’s flirty “Bogoshipo” when you returned from a photography gig. The language barrier was no longer a wall but a bridge, crossed with laughter and lingering touches.

One humid evening, Seoul’s skyline glittering from a rooftop date, the air crackled with desire. Jungkook’s possessiveness flared when a stranger’s gaze lingered on you at the bar. He pulled you against the rooftop railing, his hands firm on your hips, lips grazing your ear. “Nae yeoja,” he growled—my girl—his cock hard through his jeans as he pressed into you. Namjoon stood close, his broad frame shielding you from view, his fingers brushing your arm, eyes dark with intent.

“Mine,” Jungkook said in English, then glanced at Namjoon, smirking. “Ours.” Namjoon’s lips curved, and he leaned in, whispering, “Let’s show her.”

Back at the apartment, the tension erupted in the cramped shower, steam fogging the glass walls, hot water cascading over your skin. Jungkook grabbed you up, your legs wrapping around his torso, his back pinned against the cool tiles, his inked chest glistening, droplets clinging to his tattoos. His fingers teased your folds, slow and deliberate, grazing your clit until you whimpered, nails digging into his biceps, leaving faint crescent marks. Then Namjoon stood behind, his taller frame pressed close, lips brushing your shoulder, his cock hard against your lower back.

“Fuck, Namjoon... Jungkook,” you gasped, head tipping back. Jungkook’s smirk was wicked, his fingers circling your clit. He murmured in Korean, voice low and guttural, vibrating against your throat as he kissed the sensitive skin there.

Namjoon’s hands joined Jungkook’s, one sliding to your breast, thumb flicking your nipple, the other gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “He says you’re so wet, he can feel you dripping for both of us,” Namjoon translated, voice rough with arousal. “That he wants to take you apart.”

You moaned, hips bucking, desperate for more. “I want you both,” you panted, bold, reaching back to graze Namjoon’s cock, then forward to stroke Jungkook’s through the water’s slickness. Their groans mingled, Jungkook’s possessive, Namjoon’s hungry.

Jungkook’s eyes flashed, and he nodded at Namjoon, a silent agreement. “Tell him I want to please you both,” you said, voice steady despite the heat. Namjoon translated, and Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his fingers slowing to let Namjoon take the lead.

Namjoon turned you gently, your back now against Jungkook’s chest, his hands steady on your hips. Namjoon’s lips claimed yours, his kiss deep and slow, tongue teasing yours as he lined himself up, his cock nudging your entrance. “Breathe,” he murmured, pushing in slowly, stretching you with a delicious burn. You gasped, clinging to his shoulders, Jungkook’s lips on your neck, sucking a faint mark.

“So tight,” Namjoon groaned, his thrusts careful but deep, filling you completely. Jungkook’s hands roamed, one pinching your nipple, the other sliding to your clit, rubbing tight circles in time with Namjoon’s rhythm. The dual sensation—Namjoon’s cock, Jungkook’s fingers—sent sparks through you, your moans echoing off the tiles.

“Switch,” Jungkook growled, his voice raw. Namjoon slowed, kissing you softly before pulling out, leaving you aching. Jungkook spun you to face him, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist, the water making your skin slick. He thrust into your pussy, hard and deep, his cock hitting that perfect spot. You cried out, nails scratching his back, Namjoon’s hands now on your ass, spreading you wider for Jungkook.

“Yeppeo,” Jungkook murmured something in korean, eyes locked on yours. Namjoon translated, his breath hot against your ear, “He says you’re so pretty, taking us like this.”

You wanted more, wanted them both. “Let me please you,” you said, bold, sinking to your knees despite the cramped space, water splashing around you. You took Jungkook’s cock in your mouth first, savoring his low groan, your tongue swirling around the tip. Namjoon’s hand tangled in your hair, guiding you gently as you switched, taking Namjoon’s thicker length, your lips stretching around him. His moan was deep, hips twitching as you sucked, Jungkook stroking himself beside you, eyes burning.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Namjoon panted, voice strained. Jungkook growled in Korean, and Namjoon translated, “He says he loves watching you take us both.” He continued. "And me too."

You alternated, pleasing them one by one, your hands stroking whoever wasn’t in your mouth, the water amplifying every sound—your moans, their groans, the wet slide of skin. Jungkook’s thighs tensed, his hand tightening in your hair as he came, his release hot on your tongue. You swallowed, then focused on Namjoon, sucking harder until he spilled, his cum mixing with the water, his fingers digging into your shoulder.

They pulled you up, laughter soft as they steadied you, the shower’s heat making you dizzy. Jungkook kissed you, tasting himself, while Namjoon’s lips found your temple, his touch gentle. “Saranghae,” Jungkook murmured, and Namjoon echoed, “We love you.”

They cleaned you up, Jungkook’s hands gentle with the soap, gliding over your skin with reverent care, his fingers tracing the marks he’d left, a soft smile breaking through his usual intensity. Namjoon’s teasing came as he rinsed your hair, his long fingers massaging your scalp, murmuring, “You’re glowing, you know,” his voice warm with affection. They took turns drying you, Jungkook wrapping you in a fluffy towel, patting your skin with deliberate tenderness, while Namjoon knelt to dry your legs, stealing playful kisses on your knees that made you giggle. Wrapped in towels, they guided you to bed, Jungkook tucking you against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your cheek, Namjoon sliding in behind, his arm draping over your waist, fingers interlacing with Jungkook’s. Their warmth chased away the night’s chill, their soft whispers of “saranghae” lulling you, already dreaming of the next time.

Winter blanketed Seoul, the apartment warm with coffee and cinnamon. You woke tangled in sheets, Jungkook’s arm heavy across your waist, Namjoon’s breath on your neck. The bed was chaos—pillows scattered, a sock on the headboard—but it was home.

Jungkook stirred, nuzzling you. “Joheun achim,” he mumbled—good morning. You smiled, understanding. Namjoon chuckled, adding something that Jungkook didn't even say. “He says you’re too pretty for 7 a.m.,” he teased.

“Liar,” you laughed, swatting Namjoon. He kissed your knuckles, eyes soft. Jungkook pulled you closer, grumbling, “Nae yeoja”—my girl—then tugged Namjoon into the pile. “Uri yeoja”—our girl.

You giggled, squished between them. “Ridiculous,” you said, heart swelling. Namjoon traced your hip. “But Yours,” he said, flirty. Jungkook nipped your earlobe, possessive. “And you are Ours.”

You made pancakes, Jungkook stealing batter, Namjoon sighing while reading book. When Jungkook pouted, you fed him a piece, syrup on his lips. “Naneun neoreul saranghae” you said, the word easy now.

They echoed it, and you knew this—messy, heated, tender—was forever. A year later, you planned a trip to Jeju, a photo series capturing their love. Seoul’s streets still judged, but in your shared bed, no translation was needed.

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The air in Jin’s spacious living room was thick with warmth, laughter, and the faint aroma of kimchi jjigae lingering from dinner.

The table was the mess of a feast shared.

Empty dishes, soju bottles half-drained, Jin’s voice rising above the chatter as he teased Hoseok. It was comfort, family, the kind of night you’d been waiting for through endless military months.

The post-dinner vibe had shifted to the home theater, where everyone sprawled across plush couches, wrapped in soft blankets, the dim glow of a paused movie casting shadows over the room.

It was cozy, intimate.

Hoseok and his girlfriend were tangled together on a bean bag, bickering over who stole the last piece of kimbap.

Taehyung, sprawled on another couch, had his girlfriend tucked under his arm, whispering something that made her blush and swat his chest.

Namjoon was debating music theory with Jimin.

While Jin flitted around, refilling drinks and tossing out dad jokes that made everyone groan.

You were curled up against Yoongi on one of the couches, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders, his fingers brushing absentmindedly against the bare skin of your arm.

Four years into your relationship, his presence still sent sparks through you—his quiet intensity, the way his dark eyes flickered with mischief when he thought no one was looking.

Tonight, he was in that mood.

You should’ve been content.

You should’ve been lost in the comfort of it all. But the moment Yoongi’s hand slid under the blanket and landed on your thigh, the air shifted inside you.

At first, it was nothing more than heat—familiar, grounding.

His fingers traced lazy circles that inched higher, higher still, like he knew exactly how much you’d squirm before breaking. You sent him a glare, desperate to keep the bubble of safety intact, but Yoongi only smirked—the kind of smirk that said, I know you. I know how fast you’ll crave more.

“Stop it,” you whispered, your voice so thin it almost broke in the air.

He leaned close, lips ghosting over your ear.

“Stop what, baby? I’m just keeping you warm.”

The rasp in his voice made your pulse stutter.

It was that low, dangerous tone that always unraveled you, no matter how much you told yourself to resist.

His fingers didn’t stop—they slid higher, brushing the hem of your skirt, the pads of his fingers rough against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

Your breath hitched, and you clamped your lips shut, praying no one noticed the way your body tensed.

The room was alive with chatter, the movie forgotten as Jin launched into a story about his latest cooking disaster.

Yoongi kept up the facade—nodding, chuckling, even tossing in a dry comment that made Taehyung snort.

But under the blanket, his hand was a quiet storm.

His fingers slipped beneath the elastic of your panties, grazing the soft skin just above your core, teasing the edge of where you were already aching. The air felt heavier, your pulse thudding in your ears as his touch grew bolder, more deliberate.

You wanted to push him away.

You wanted to stay wrapped in the comfort of Jin’s laughter and Hoseok’s giggles.

But Yoongi was gravity.

He was heat.

And when his fingers slipped past your panties, brushing the wetness already gathering there, shame and desire tangled so tightly inside you that you couldn’t breathe.

“Look at you, squirming already,” he whispered, his lips brushing your earlobe, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Bet you’re soaking through those pretty little panties.” His fingers dipped lower, parting your folds with a slow, torturous glide, and you had to bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

The slickness coated his fingers, and he hummed softly, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“Fuck, you’re dripping. All this just from my hand? Dirty girl.”

Your thighs clenched around him, a futile attempt to trap the storm.

It only made him chuckle against your skin, low and smug.

“You can’t stop me. You don’t want to.” His finger slid inside you, slow, deliberate, curling against that spot that made your lungs seize.

You clawed at his arm under the blanket, nails digging into him, torn between pleading and surrender.

The stretch was subtle but electric, his finger curling against that spot that made your toes curl. Your breath came in shallow pants, and you gripped his arm under the blanket, your nails digging into his skin.

“Yoongi, please,” you whispered, your voice trembling, a desperate plea for him to stop or keep going—you weren’t sure which.

“Please what?” he taunted, his finger joined by a second, stretching you further, the slick sounds muffled by the blanket but deafening in your ears.

“Please make you come? Right here, where anyone could see? You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Coming apart on my fingers while Jin’s whining about his burnt rice.”

His thumb brushed your clit, a quick, firm stroke that made you jolt, a soft gasp escaping before you could stop it. You disguised it as a cough, grabbing your glass of water and taking a sip, your hands trembling.

“Shh, baby,” Yoongi whispered, his lips brushing your neck now, his voice dripping with filthy promise.

“Gotta be quiet, or they’ll know what a needy little mess you are. You don’t want that, do you? Or maybe you do—maybe you want them to see how good I make you feel.”

His fingers thrust deeper, faster, the wet heat of your core clinging to him, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning.

The blanket was a flimsy shield, hiding the way your hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was forcing on you.

He didn’t give you a choice.

Another finger joined the other two, stretching you, filling you, his thumb teasing circles over your clit.

He looked perfectly composed—face neutral, lips tilted faintly upward as though he were listening to Jin’s story. But his hand was ruthless, dragging you closer to the edge with every merciless curl.

And the worst—no, the best—part was the danger.

The thought that at any moment, someone could notice.

That the blanket might shift, or your breath might betray you.

That thrill raced through your veins until your body trembled, your toes curling, your chest tight with everything you couldn’t say aloud.

You were seconds from unraveling when you felt it.

Eyes on you.

Different from Yoongi’s—because his were on screen, even as his fingers pushed deeper.

These eyes burned hotter, wide and unguarded.

You looked up.

And your heart stopped.

Jungkook was staring.

Jungkook’s wide, doe-like eyes locked onto you, and in that instant, everything inside you shattered.

His beer forgotten in his hand.

His cheeks were flushed, his ears a furious red, and his lips parted as though he’d lost the ability to breathe. He looked stunned—like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, yet couldn’t drag his gaze away.

You froze, your breath catching as Yoongi’s fingers continued their torturous rhythm inside you.

You should’ve stopped Yoongi, shoved his hand away, hissed at him to quit this dangerous game.

But your body betrayed you.

Your thighs clenched, around his fingers as the heat built impossibly higher.

And then—Jungkook moved.

Just the slightest shift of his lips, but you read them like a scream.

Two words. Don’t stop.

The shame nearly broke you.

Your heart stuttered, breath catching, your entire body burning with a mix of embarrassment and something else: excitement.

Yoongi, of course, noticed.

He always noticed.

His eyes darted from your face to Jungkook, and when he caught on, a devil’s grin spread across his lips. Instead of mercy, he punished you with pleasure—his fingers thrusting faster, curling cruelly against that sweet spot, his thumb pressing down on your clit with ruthless precision.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, but the sound still leaked out—a muffled whimper, raw and needy.

The kind of sound that stripped you bare, that screamed she’s not in control anymore.

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell too quickly, his hand gripping his beer bottle so tightly you thought it might shatter.

His gaze burned into you, torn between horror and hunger.

The bulge straining against his jeans left no room for denial.

He was aroused. He wanted this.

He wanted you.

The realization twisted inside you, equal parts shame and thrill, and when Yoongi’s fingers curled just right, it was too much. Your body shook as the orgasm ripped through you, silent but devastating, every nerve sparking as you bit your hand to keep from crying out.

Tears pricked your eyes, the release overwhelming, not just from Yoongi’s touch but from knowing you were seen, witnessed, devoured by Jungkook’s stare.

Yoongi didn’t miss a beat.

He eased his fingers out with deliberate slowness, glistening with your wetness, and without breaking Jungkook’s gaze, slid them into his mouth.

His tongue curled around them, obscene and taunting.

Jungkook’s throat bobbed hard as he swallowed, his eyes widening, his ears shining crimson red. His hunger was evident, unfiltered, and it left you trembling all over again.

Yoongi leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his words dripping filth and satisfaction.

“Did you like it?” His voice was low, dangerous.

“Being caught by him? Knowing he was watching while you fell apart for me?”

Shame tangled with heat, a storm twisting your insides. You couldn’t speak—your throat was too tight, your mind too scrambled. But your body moved without your permission.

A tiny nod.

A fragile surrender.

Yoongi’s grin deepened, pleased and predatory.

“Want more?” he murmured, each syllable a promise of ruin.

Your heart thundered in your chest.

Jungkook’s eyes—still glued to you, still burning—gave you the answer you couldn’t form. With a trembling breath, you nodded again, cheeks hot, your body betraying you yet again.

And in that nod, you admitted everything.

The shame. The desire.

The need for more.

Yoongi didn’t waste a second.

One moment his hand was still brushing casually against your thigh, and the next he was on his feet, the blanket sliding down like nothing scandalous had just happened under it.

His voice was maddeningly calm, smooth, as if he hadn’t just had his fingers buried inside you minutes ago.

“Me and Y/N are heading out,” he announced, stretching lazily, his face carved with that smug confidence that only made your cheeks hotter.

Then, with a glance sharp enough to slice the air, he added -

“Oh, and Jungkook—you said I’d drop you home, right?”

Jungkook’s head snapped up so fast.

His eyes widened, pupils blown like a guilty kid caught stealing cookies from kitchen. He fumbled with the bottle in his hand, almost spilling it, his fingers shaking as he set it down on the side table.

“Wh—uh… y-yeah, hyung,” he stammered, his voice cracking as he scrambled to his feet. His hoodie suddenly became a shield, his hands tugging it down frantically to hide the obvious tent in his jeans.

“T-Totally, yeah, you’re dropping me off!”

His whole body screamed panic, like he was terrified someone else would notice.

But his gaze flickered—once, twice—toward you.

And every time, his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

You bit your lip, stifling a laugh at how flustered he was, his usual cocky confidence nowhere to be found. You weren’t sure if you were embarrassed, flattered, or unbearably turned on by the way he couldn’t look at you without flushing deeper.

Jin, sprawled comfortably in his armchair, wasn’t having it.

He froze mid-chew, then squinted with suspicion sharp enough to pierce.

“Wait a second,” he said slowly, pointing a popcorn-dusted finger right at Jungkook. “Didn’t you say you were crashing here tonight? With me? Your favorite hyung? Your worldwide handsome hyung?”

Jungkook’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his ears practically glowing neon red. “Uh, hyung, I—I just remembered!” he blurted, his voice pitching higher with every word.

“There’s, uh, this… super urgent thing! At my place! Like, uh, my… my goldfish! Yeah, my goldfish needs feeding, and I didn’t bring my car, so I asked Yoongi hyung to—to drop me off when he left!” He was sweating now, his hands flapping like he was trying to physically wave away Jin’s suspicion.

Jin’s eyes darted between the three of you, his detective mode in full swing. “Jungkook, you don’t even own a goldfish. And you’re telling me you forgot about this ‘urgent thing’ until now? Suspicious.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened further.

“Yeah, I don’t own a goldfish, Uh… what I own? Oh Yeah… I own a dog, right? I started calling him Goldfish since today.” He nodded vigorously, as if convincing himself, his hands gesturing wildly. “Yup, my dog, uh, Goldfish! Needs me. Gotta go!”

You buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking as you fought to keep the laughter in.

Yoongi, the bastard, was no help—he leaned against the couch, smirking like he was enjoying the show, his eyes glinting with amusement as Jungkook dug himself deeper.

And the worst part?

You couldn’t stop replaying the moment his lips had formed those silent words: Don’t stop.

Jin, ever the dramatic detective, narrowed his eyes further, practically boring holes through you three. “A dog named Goldfish? Since today? Jungkook, do you think I was born yesterday? What’s going on here? Y/N, you’re awfully quiet.”

He shifted suspiciously, then jabbed a finger at Yoongi. “And you. Why do you look like you’ve just won the lottery?”

Yoongi chuckled low under his breath, the sound rich and dark, and slid his hand lower on your back, fingers pressing into your waist in a subtle, possessive squeeze.

“Relax, Jin,” he said casually, though there was something dangerously smug in his tone. “Jungkook’s just hitching a ride. No mystery here.”

The weight of his touch had your knees weak.

Every nerve in your body was still raw from earlier, humming with the memory of his fingers inside you, the way Jungkook had watched, unable to look away.

Jin tossed a piece of popcorn at Jungkook, who jumped like he’d been shot. “Fine. But this smells like chaos, and I know you three are up to something. Mark my words—I’ll figure it out.”

Jungkook muttered something under his breath, his voice trembling, and darted toward the door like the room was on fire.

You followed with shaky legs, Yoongi’s hand still guiding you like you were tethered to him. The cool night air hit your face as the door shut behind you, but it didn’t cool the heat pooling low in your stomach.

The tension between the three of you was thick—electric, dangerous, and heavy with promise.

The car felt too small, like the air itself was vibrating with everything left unsaid. The hum of the engine filled the silence, but beneath it your pulse throbbed in your ears.

You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, your hands knotted together, though you couldn’t ignore the weight of Yoongi’s hand on your thigh—calm, possessive, like he owned every inch of you.

Beside you, his face was unreadable in the dim light, but the lazy circles his thumb drew against your skin told another story.

In the rearview mirror, Jungkook’s reflection was impossible to ignore. He radiated nervous energy—tapping his fingers against his knees, jaw tight, his eyes darting everywhere except straight ahead.

And yet… you could feel his gaze on you, lingering too long when he thought you weren’t looking.

Yoongi broke the silence with the precision of a scalpel.

“So, Jungkook.” His voice was velvet, smooth but laced with danger.

“You looked like you enjoyed the show back there. Didn’t you?”

The words landed heavy, and Jungkook jolted, choking on his own spit. His wide eyes snapped up to the mirror, caught like a deer in headlights.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about, hyung,” he stammered, the tips of his ears already flaming red. His voice cracked, betraying him further. “I was just… watching the movie! That’s all.”

Yoongi snorted, the sound sharp and cutting.

“The movie? Please.”

His hand slid a little higher on your thigh, making your breath catch, your body remembering too vividly what he’d done earlier. “Kid, your eyes were glued to us. You weren’t just watching—you were imagining. Bet you liked it. Bet you’re still thinking about it.”

Jungkook let out a strangled laugh, but it sounded more like a plea. “Hyung—”

His voice broke again, and his fingers fisted in the hem of his hoodie, tugging it down like it could hide him.

Your chest tightened, torn between guilt and heat.

You turned, catching his face in the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the window. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling too quickly, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe.

He was embarrassed—mortified, even—but beneath it, there was hunger.

A dark, unspoken curiosity that made your thighs press together.

“He’s got a point, Jungkook,” you said softly, surprising yourself with how steady your voice came out.

“You didn’t exactly look away. You even mouthed Don't Stop.”

His breath caught, his whole body going still, and then he groaned, covering his face with both hands.

“Y/N, don’t,” he muttered, muffled and desperate. “This is… this is so embarrassing. I wasn’t—I mean, I didn’t mean to—ugh, hyung, why are you doing this to me?”

He broke off with a frustrated whimper, sinking lower into the seat like he wished the earth would swallow him whole.

Yoongi chuckled, low and dangerous, his fingers dipping just under the edge of your skirt, grazing the damp fabric of your panties. “Because it’s fun, Jungkook. And because you’re not as innocent as you’re pretending to be. Bet you’re hard as a rock back there, aren’t you?”

Jungkook let out a strangled noise, halfway between a whimper and a protest.

“Hyung! Stop it! I’m just… I’m just sitting here, okay?”

“Oh, sure,” Yoongi drawled, his thumb pressing against your inner thigh, sending a jolt through you.

“Just sitting there, thinking about your dog named Goldfish. Real convincing.” He glanced at you, his eyes glinting with mischief. “What do you think, baby? Should we give him a break, or should we make him squirm a little more?”

You bit your lip, a giggle escaping as you played along.

“I don’t know, Yoongi. He’s already a mess. Look at him—those ears are practically glowing.” You turned to Jungkook, your voice softening but still teasing. “You okay back there, Jungkook? Need some water to cool off?”

Jungkook peeked through his fingers, his eyes meeting yours, and you could see the mix of embarrassment and desire in his gaze.

“You guys are mean,” he mumbled, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, like he was starting to enjoy the game despite himself.

Yoongi’s hand squeezed your thigh, a silent command that made your breath hitch. “Go on, baby,” he said, his voice a low growl, laced with amusement.

“Why don’t you check how okay he really is?”

Your heart pounded, but the playful energy in the car made you bold.

You turned fully in your seat, locking eyes with Jungkook.

“Is that okay?” you asked softly, your voice gentle but curious, making sure he was on board.

“Can I… touch you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

For a moment, he looked frozen, but then he nodded, quick and eager, his hands dropping to his lap.

“Y-Yeah,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“It’s okay. I want it.”

You reached back, your fingers brushing over his knee, feeling the tension in his body. His breath hitched, and you paused, giving him another chance to back out, but his eyes were locked on yours, dark and wanting.

Slowly, your hand slid higher, resting on the hard outline of his erection through his jeans, and when you finally cupped him through his jeans, he gasped, his head falling back against the seat.

“Fuck,” Jungkook whispered, the word so raw it sent a shiver racing down your spine.

His hips jerked into your touch, desperate, needy.

Yoongi laughed softly, his hand sliding under your skirt now, brushing against the soaked fabric of your panties. The contrast made you moan, your body already burning for him.

“Look at that,” Yoongi murmured, his voice thick with approval. “You’re both such messes already. Y/N, you’re so wet for this, aren’t you? Touching him while I’m right here, teasing you.”

His fingers dipped inside you, matching the slow rhythm of your hand on Jungkook’s jeans. “And Jungkook, you’re practically begging for it. Say it—tell her you want it.”

Jungkook groaned, his hips bucking slightly into your hand.

“I—I want it,” he admitted, his voice low and desperate.

“Y/N, please…”

Jungkook’s hips bucked again when you tugged his zipper down, freeing his cock. The moan that ripped from his throat was broken, desperate, as you wrapped your hand around him.

He was hot, hard, already leaking, and the weight of him in your palm made your head spin.

The sound he made—a low, desperate moan—sent a shiver down your spine.

You stroked him slowly, your hand gliding over his length, and he bucked into your touch, his hands gripping the seat.

“See, baby?” Yoongi murmured, curling two fingers inside you and making you gasp. “Told you he’d beg for it. Keep stroking him. Make him admit how bad he wants you.”

“Y/N…” Jungkook’s voice was wrecked, low and needy.

His eyes fluttered shut, his lips trembling as your hand glided over him. “Please. Don’t stop.”

The car filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the slick rhythm of your hand on Jungkook and Yoongi’s fingers inside you.

Yoongi didn’t drive Jungkook home.

He didn’t even ask.

Instead, he pulled into the underground parking of his apartment, the car coming to a stop with a soft jolt. “Inside,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

Your stomach flipped, your thighs pressed tight together.

The tremble in your legs as you climbed out had nothing to do with the drive. Jungkook trailed behind, his hoodie rumpled, his jeans still unzipped.

He looked wrecked already, and you hadn’t even touched him properly.

The elevator ride was torture.

The air felt heavy, saturated with anticipation.

Yoongi’s hand rested on your waist like a brand, his thumb stroking absent circles against your bare skin. That small motion was enough to make your breath come shorter.

Jungkook kept his eyes locked on the elevator floor, but his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his reflection in the mirrored walls betraying the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

When the apartment door shut behind you with a click, Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He claimed you instantly—dragging you onto his lap on the couch, his mouth crushing against yours in a kiss that was all tongue, all teeth, all possession.

You gasped, melting into him, your hands curling into his hair like you’d drown if you let go. Every scrape of his teeth, every growl in his throat, made your body arch harder against his.

And then—Jungkook.

He stood frozen near the door, caught in the golden glow of the lamp like prey, his eyes wide and unblinking, his cock still hard and straining against his open jeans.

He looked terrified.

He looked starving.

Yoongi broke the kiss, his lips still brushing yours, his smirk dripping smug satisfaction.

“What are you waiting for, Jungkook?” he taunted, his voice dark, teasing. “You wanted more, didn’t you?”

Jungkook’s throat bobbed, his words faltering.

“I… I don’t know if—”

“Get over here,” Yoongi said, his tone sharp but laced with promise. “Or I’ll make you watch without touching.”

That snapped something in Jungkook.

His steps were hesitant, but the fire in his gaze had burned away the doubt. He moved closer, the air thickening with each inch he closed between you.

Yoongi’s hands slid under your shirt, his palms searing against your skin as he cupped your breasts, thumbing your nipples through the thin lace. You gasped, your head tipping back, and your eyes found Jungkook.

His gaze had darkened, every trace of hesitation replaced with hunger.

“Touch her,” Yoongi commanded, his voice rough, threaded with challenge. “Show her how much you want her.”

Jungkook’s knees hit the carpet in front of you.

His hands trembled as they hovered over your thighs, the heat of him rolling into your skin. He looked up, his doe eyes glassy and searching, asking for permission without words.

You nodded, breathless, your pulse leaping.

The way his expression softened for just a second—like relief, like gratitude—made your chest ache before the hunger returned to his gaze.

His fingers pushed your skirt higher, until the cool air kissed the damp fabric of your panties. His breath hitched audibly, his lips parting like he was witnessing something forbidden.

“Fuck…” Jungkook whispered, almost reverently.

His hand ghosted over the wet patch, and when his fingertips brushed you through the thin barrier, his whole body shuddered.

He leaned in, hesitant but driven, and pressed a tentative kiss to the inside of your thigh.

It was soft, careful, almost worshipful.

The heat of his mouth on your skin stole your breath, your chest rising sharply as your fingers twitched in Yoongi’s shirt.

Yoongi chuckled low, his hand slipping up to cup your jaw, tilting your face back toward him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his eyes glinting as he watched Jungkook. “Look how sweet he is for you already.”

Yoongi was in control.

His hands guiding you, his voice setting the pace.

He pushed you onto all fours on the couch, your skirt bunched around your waist, your panties discarded long ago on the floor. Jungkook was behind you, his hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed his lips to your core.

Your moan broke the silence—soft, needy, your body arching instinctively into the heat of his mouth.

His tongue hesitated at first, slow and unsure, but every twitch, every shaky breath you gave seemed to coax him into bolder strokes.

His lips clung to you, his tongue flattening against your clit in sloppy, desperate circles.

Yoongi moved in front of you, his cock heavy in his hand, glistening at the tip. His gaze was dark, unreadable, though his smirk betrayed his satisfaction at the sight of you caught between them.

He brushed your cheek with his knuckles, almost tender, before tilting your chin up.

“Suck,” Yoongi said, his voice a low command, but there was a playful edge to it. “And make it good, baby. Show him how good you are at this. Show him who you belong to.”

You took him into your mouth, your lips stretching around his length, and he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling just hard enough to make you whimper.

Behind you, Jungkook groaned into your pussy, the sound muffled but desperate.

His hands clutched your hips like lifelines, his grip shaking as if he still wasn’t sure he was allowed to hold you so tightly. But your helpless moans against Yoongi’s cock spurred him on, his tongue growing more reckless, more hungry.

Yoongi chuckled darkly, his hips rolling against your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Yoongi groaned, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Look at you, taking me so well while Jungkook’s got his face buried in you. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

You gasped around him, pulling off with spit trailing your lips. “Yoongi, I—fuck—don’t stop, Jungkook.”

At your plea, Jungkook whimpered, the sound vibrating against your clit. His tongue flicked faster, more confident now, his eagerness outweighing his nerves.

“She’s bossing you around already,” Yoongi taunted, dragging his thumb over your spit-slick mouth. “You gonna let her, Jungkook? Or you gonna show her what you’re made of?”

Jungkook lifted his head, his mouth glistening, his lips swollen. His eyes were wild, torn between shame and hunger. “Hyung, I’m trying,” he admitted, a shy grin breaking through. “She’s just… she’s so fucking distracting.”

Your laugh broke into a gasp as he dove back in, his tongue trembling against your clit.

Yoongi smirked, sliding back into your mouth with a growl. “Distracting, huh? You’re drowning in her, kid. Can’t blame you—she tastes like sin.”

The playful banter only heightened the intensity, your body trembling as Jungkook’s tongue plunged inside you, then flicked over your clit in quick, eager strokes.

Yoongi’s cock filled your mouth, his thrusts steady but demanding, and you were caught between them, your senses overwhelmed by the dual assault.

Yoongi pulled out, his thumb brushing your cheek as he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. “Look at me, baby,” he said, his voice rough but warm. “You’re ours tonight, yeah? You want this?”

You nodded, your voice hoarse. “Yes—fuck, yes.”

“Good girl.” His lips brushed yours, warm and grounding, even as your body shook.

Jungkook’s tongue flicked harder, needier, and you shattered against his mouth, crying out into Yoongi’s kiss. Your whole body trembled, your thighs clamping around Jungkook’s head, but he didn’t stop.

He held you tighter, drinking down your release like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted. He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping up every drop, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place.

“Damn, Jungkook,” Yoongi said, pulling back to grin at Jungkook. “You’re going at it like it’s your last meal. Save some for me, yeah?”

Jungkook looked up, his face flushed and glistening, a shy grin breaking through his nerves. “Sorry, hyung, she’s just… too good,” he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Y/N, you’re—you’re okay, right? I’m not, like, too much?”

You laughed, breathless, reaching back to ruffle his hair. “You’re doing great, Jungkook. Don’t stop.”

Yoongi’s eyes darkened with lust, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, squeezing gently. “Hear that, Jungkook? She’s begging for you. Don’t let her down.”

Jungkook nodded, diving back in with a moan, his tongue working you with renewed fervor. Yoongi positioned you on your back, spreading your thighs wide.

“Hold her open,” he told Jungkook, who hesitated only a moment before gripping your thighs, spreading you for Yoongi.

Yoongi slid into you, slow and deliberate, his cock stretching you in a way that made you moan. Jungkook’s hands were shaking, his eyes locked on where Yoongi filled you, his own cock throbbing against his jeans.

Yoongi thrust into you, his pace controlled, each movement dragging out your pleasure until you were whimpering, your hands clutching at the couch.

“Touch her,” Yoongi said, his voice rough but teasing.

“Don’t just stare, Jungkook. Make her scream.”

Jungkook’s fingers found your clit, circling it in time with Yoongi’s thrusts, and you cried out, your body arching off the couch.

“You two are gonna kill me,” you gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning. “This is too much.”

“Too much?” Yoongi smirked, leaning down to nip at your ear.

“You love it. Tell Jungkook how good he’s doing.”

You turned your head, catching Jungkook’s wide-eyed gaze. “You’re… really good, Jungkook,” you managed, your voice shaky. “Keep—keep going.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed, but he grinned, his fingers moving faster.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft but eager.

“You’re, uh, really hot when you’re like this.”

Yoongi laughed, his thrusts picking up speed. “Kid’s got a point. You’re fucking gorgeous, falling apart like this.”

The dual sensation was overwhelming, Yoongi’s cock hitting deep inside you, Jungkook’s fingers relentless on your clit. You came again, your vision blurring, your body trembling between them.

Yoongi pulled out, his cock slick with your arousal.

“Your turn,” he said to Jungkook, who looked like he might combust on the spot. He fumbled with his jeans, freeing his cock, and Yoongi guided him, positioning him between your thighs.

Jungkook entered you, his thrusts messy, eager, his hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice breathless, his eyes searching yours.

“More than okay,” you said, smiling through the haze of pleasure. “You’re doing great, Jungkook.”

Yoongi knelt beside you, his fingers finding your clit again, his lips brushing your ear. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Being fucked by him while I watch. My dirty girl.”

You nodded, your voice lost to moans as Jungkook’s thrusts grew faster, more desperate.

Yoongi’s fingers slipped lower, teasing your entrance alongside Jungkook’s cock, and the stretch, the fullness, sent you spiraling into another orgasm. Jungkook groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, spilling inside you with a shaky moan.

Yoongi wasn’t done.

He pulled you into his lap, his cock sliding into your ass with slow, careful thrusts. You gasped, the sensation intense, but Yoongi’s hands were gentle, soothing, his lips brushing your neck as he filled you.

Jungkook watched, his eyes wide, his cock twitching back to life.

His hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly at first, his gaze locked on the way Yoongi moved inside you. “Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed, his voice raw with awe. “You look… so fucking hot like this. Hyung, how do you even—shit, this is insane.”

Yoongi smirked, his thrusts steady, his fingers gripping your hips. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Look at how she takes it. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you, Jungkook? Can’t keep your hands off yourself.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t stop, his hand moving faster, his eyes darting between your face and where Yoongi filled you. “I—I can’t help it,” he admitted, his voice strained.

“It’s too much. You’re too much, Y/N.”

You moaned, the combination of Yoongi’s thrusts and Jungkook’s words sending heat pooling in your core. “Keep talking, Jungkookah,” you gasped, your voice breathy. “You’re making this even better.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, a shy grin breaking through his arousal. “Yeah? You like that?” he said, his strokes quickening, his cock leaking as he watched you. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t believe I’m here, watching this.”

“Cum for me, baby,” Yoongi growled, his thrusts growing harder, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing tight circles that made you tremble.

“Show her how much you want her, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s hand moved faster, his breath hitching, his eyes locked on you. “Y/N, I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”

His words cut off with a low groan as he came, his release spilling across your stomach in hot, thick ropes, painting your skin with streaks of white.

Some of it dripped down your sides, pooling on the couch, the warmth of it making you shiver as it cooled against your flushed skin.

Jungkook’s hand slowed, his chest heaving, his eyes still fixed on the mess he’d made, a mix of awe and embarrassment in his expression.

“Fuck, look at that,” Yoongi murmured, his voice rough with approval as he slowed his thrusts, his fingers tracing through the cum on your stomach, smearing it across your skin.

“You marked her up good, Jungkook. She looks so fucking pretty like this.” He gathered some of Jungkook’s release on his fingers, bringing them to your lips. “Taste him, baby.”

You parted your lips, sucking Yoongi’s fingers clean, the salty tang of Jungkook’s cum mixing with the heady taste of Yoongi’s skin. Jungkook groaned at the sight, his cock twitching again despite his recent release. “Y/N, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his voice shaky but reverent.

Yoongi chuckled, his thrusts picking up speed again, his fingers returning to your clit.

“She’s not done yet,” he said, his voice a low growl.

“Cum for me, baby. One more time.” His fingers worked you relentlessly, and the combination of his cock in your ass, his touch on your clit, and the lingering taste of Jungkook on your tongue sent you spiraling into another orgasm.

You cried out, your body shaking, your vision blurring as the pleasure crashed over you.

Yoongi followed, his thrusts slowing as he came inside you, his release hot and deep, filling you as he groaned against your neck. He kissed you, deep and possessive, his lips claiming yours as he murmured, “Good girl. Did so well for both of us.”

You collapsed against Yoongi, your body spent, your mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. He pulled you into his arms, his lips brushing your forehead, his hands stroking your hair.

Jungkook was sprawled beside you, sweaty and trembling, his ears still red, his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Yoongi chuckled, his voice low and teasing.

“You think you can keep up with me, Jungkook?” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“She’s mine, but I’ll let you taste again… if you beg.”

Jungkook flushed, muttering something incoherent, his eyes darting to you. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t apologize,” Yoongi cut him off, his smirk widening.

“She liked it. Didn’t you, baby?”

You nodded, your cheeks burning, but the admission felt freeing.

“It was… thrilling,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Yoongi kissed you again, soft and slow, his hands cradling your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.

Jungkook watched, his expression a mix of awe and longing, his hand twitching like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t dare.

You ended up sandwiched between them, Yoongi’s arms around you, Jungkook’s warmth pressed against your side.

The room was quiet now, the only sound your collective breathing, the air heavy with the weight of what had happened. Yoongi’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered, “You’re mine, always. But tonight… tonight was fun.”

Jungkook let out a shaky laugh, his voice soft.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna face Jin hyung tomorrow.”

You giggled, the sound breaking the tension, and Yoongi smirked, pulling you closer. “Don’t worry, Jungkook. I’ll handle Jin. You just worry about keeping up next time.”

The promise of a “next time” hung in the air, thrilling and terrifying, as you drifted into a hazy, contented sleep, tangled between the two men who had unraveled you completely.

He leans down, lips crashing into yours. His hand stays on your tit, squeezing while he kisses you hard and his tongue slides against yours. You break the kiss just long enough to talk, your lips still brushing his.

“Babe… the food’ll be here any minute.”

He grins, already pushing your robe open all the way. “Then we should be quick.” He eases you back onto the bed, spreading the robe apart until you’re fully bare under him. Jungkook sucks on one nipple, hard, tongue moving fast while his hand works the other.

Arching your back, you moan. He switches sides, sucking rougher now, adding a light bite. Then his mouth trails lower, kissing down your chest. Hiis fingers flick your nipples as his mouth moves lower. He kisses your inner thigh before his tongue finally slides over your folds.

“Shit,” you hiss as your hips twitch against his mouth.

Jungkook’s tongue works deeper, licking slow and then fast again, switching it up just enough to keep your thighs shaking. He groans against your pussy.

One hand stays on your tit. The other drags down, sliding over your stomach, lower… and then his fingers slip between your legs, right under where his tongue’s already working. You gasp as he slides to fingers inside you.

“Mmmmh” you moan.

“I know, baby,” he mumbles against your clit.

His fingers fuck into you harder as he says it.  You grip the sheets with one hand, the other tangled in his hair, holding him there. “Don’t you fucking stop,” you breathe. “You better make me cum before that food gets here.”

“You’re so wet for me,” he mutters, fingers moving faster now. “This pussy fucking loves me, huh?”

Your hips lift against his mouth.. You’re so close. Your back arches as his mouth stays on your clit, fingers moving deep and fast.

 “I’m gonna – shit – Jungkook!” 

 “Room service,” a voice calls out politely through the door.

You freeze. You both just stare at each other. You can see his mouth shiny from your juices and he’s giving you those boba eyes, like a kid caught stealing candy. His fingers stay inside you. He smirks.

“Come in,” Jungkook calls with the most casual voice tone, as if he’s not knuckle-deep in you. “The door's unlocked.”

And before you can even think about stopping him, he dives right back in, with his tongue lapping against your clit and his fingers fucking you just as hard as before.

“Jungkook – what the fuck! ” you gasp, one hand flying to your mouth, the other locked in his hair as your hips buck again.

The door opens. You hear the soft roll of the cart, footsteps entering the room – and then stopping.

“Uh –”

A man steps into the room – blonde, probably in his late twenties, dressed in all black pushing a cart. His voice cracks as he realizes what he’s walked in on.

“Whe – where should I leave the food?” he asks, trying way too hard to sound professional.

“That table. Over there,” you manage to say, nodding toward the small corner table near the window – while Jungkook’s tongue doesn’t let up for even a second.

The man wheels the cart slowly, doing everything he can not to look again. But of course he does. Jungkook finally pulls his mouth away for a breath, fingers still buried deep inside you, and glances toward him.

“What’s your name?” he asks, casual as hell.

He blinks. “Uh… Jimin.”

Jungkook grins, licking his lips. “Jimin,” he repeats. “I’m Jungkook. And this pretty girl right here, “ says pushing his fingers deep inside you, “is my girlfriend Y/N. Now tell me, Jimin. Do you think my girlfriend’s hot?”

Your eyes snap to Jungkook. Jimin doesn’t answer at first. He looks at you now, naked, with your boyfriend between your legs and his fingers deep inside your pussy. His mouth opens. Then closes.

“Erm…Yeah,” he says quietly. “She’s really hot.”

“Well, she was about to cum when you knocked,” Jungkook says casually, but you feel the cocky tone in his voice. “Kind of rude, don’t you think?”

You let out something between a laugh and a gasp. “Jungkook,” you breathe, half scolding, half breathless. “You’re such a dick.”

He glances up at you with a grin. “You love it.”

Jimin swallows hard. He’s still by the table, both hands gripping the cart. He should leave. You can see him trying to convince himself to do the right thing – but his eyes are already trailing back over you, most precisely, on your tits.

His voice comes out quiet. “How can I help?”

Silence falls between the three of you. You blink. Jungkook lifts an eyebrow.

“Oh?” Jungkook says, as he was handed a present he didn’t expect but absolutely wants to open. “You wanna help make my girl cum?”

Jimin’s mouth parts, clearly shocked at himself, but he doesn’t take it back. “Mmmh. If she wants me to.”

Your gaze snaps to him. Something tight coils low in your belly. You should say no. You should tell him to leave, to forget this ever happened. But instead…

You tilt your head a bit, voice still rough from everything Jungkook’s done to you.

“Do you want to, Jimin?”

His breath stutters. “…Yeah. Fuck. I do.”

Jungkook chuckles low against your thigh, and his tongue gives one last lazy lick through your folds before he pulls back just enough to speak. 

“Well, I’m busy down here,” he says, glancing up at you with that smug glint in his eye. Then his gaze goes back to Jimin. “Why don’t you take care of her tits?”

Jimin blinks, like he didn’t quite hear right. “What?”

“You heard me.” Jungkook smirks as his fingers curl inside you, making your hips twitch. “She loves having her nipples played with. Go help her out.”

Jimin’s breath stops for a moment, but he doesn’t say anything. He walks slowly across the room and stops by the bed, looking down at your chest.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks softly. 

You nod slowly. “Yeah. More than okay.”

His hand hovers, unsure, before he finally brings it to your chest.

“How do you like it?” he asks, looking directly at you now. “Tell me what you want.”

Your lips part. You’re already so close, but the way he says it, the way he wants to get it right, makes your thighs twitch around Jungkook’s head.

You swallow. “Pinch them. I like it rough.”

His fingers close around your nipple, tugging gently first, then a little firmer. His eyes watching your face, waiting for your reaction. You let out a sharp gasp. “Yeah – like that.”

Jimin’s hands tighten just a little more, rolling both nipples now, fingers learning your body second by second. “God,” Jimin breathes, barely a whisper. “You’re so beautiful…”

Your body’s on fire. Jungkook’s mouth won’t stop going hard at your pussy as Jimin’s hands grow bolder, rolling your nipples, thumbs brushing and pinching as he watches your moans. Without you noticing, his lips find your chest, kissing and sucking softly. 

Your moans get louder and your hips buck against Jungkook’s face. “Oh fuck – don’t stop,” you gasp. “I’m – I’m so close!”

Jungkook groans low against your pussy. “Yeah, baby? You gonna cum all over my fucking face?”

“God – yes, please!”

He dives back in, tongue moving fast, fingers working harder and faster, knowing just how to push you over the edge. Jimin doesn’t stop either – playing with your nipples, sucking one hard. Your moans turn into cries as your hips move. Then it hits. Your body tightens and breaks all at once. Your back arches, thighs close around Jungkook’s head, a loud moan escapes you.

You squirt, soaking his fingers, mouth, and the sheets. Your body shakes as waves of pleasure wash over you.

“Shit,” Jungkook groans, pulling back just an inch to watch it. “That’s so fucking hot.”

You’re gasping, chest rising and falling, thighs still shaking. Jimin just stands there, quiet, his hand still resting on your chest.

“…She just – ” he breathes. “Fuck, did she just – ”

“Squirted,” Jungkook finishes for him, licking his lips with a wicked grin. “Yeah. She does that when you hit her right.”

He pulls his wet fingers away and sucks them clean. You’re still shaking, but let out a quiet laugh, eyes half open. Jimin looks at you, nervous but focused. His hand stays on your chest, thumb brushing your nipple.

He swallows. “Can I… kiss you?”

You nod, smiling at him. “Yeah. You can.”

Jimin leans in slowly, lips brushing yours. When you kiss back, he deepens it, his hand resting gently on your jaw.

From between your legs, Jungkook hums, his hands sliding up your thighs as he watches you two kiss over the mess he made. “Fuck,” he mutters, chin still slick. “That’s hot.” His eyes drop and catches sight of the bulge in Jimin’s pants, pressing hard against his uniform.

Your boyfriend chuckles. “Damn,” he says casually, cocking his head to the side. “You’re hard, aren’t you?”

Jimin pulls back from your lips like he’s been caught. “I – shit, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Jungkook interrupts, grinning like he planned this. Like this is exactly what he wanted to happen. “Not when it’s turning me on.”

Jimin blinks. “Wait – you’re not… mad?”

Jungkook leans back on his heels, eyes moving between you two, clearly enjoying the show. “Mad?” he repeats, then scoffs softly. “Nah. I want to see you fuck her.”

Jimin freezes. “You – what?” he whispers.

Jungkook meets his gaze. “You heard me. I want to watch my girl take your cock.”

He slides a hand up your thigh, stopping just below your hip. “She deserves this, right?” he murmurs with his eyes zeroed on you. “You’ve been so good – letting him touch you, kiss you…” His fingers trace lightly over your skin. “Now I want to see you take him.”

Your pulse spikes. You stare down at Jungkook – your boyfriend, your filthy, perfect boyfriend – and then glance at Jimin, stunned but clearly turned on, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“I…” Jimin swallows, voice rough. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” Jungkook says, standing up and moving behind you. His hand slides into your hair as he leans down, lips brushing your ear. “I want to watch you lose it on someone else’s cock. See how good you look getting fucked while I just watch.”

His other hand moves between your thighs again, fingers slick. “You want that too, right?” he murmurs. “Want him to stretch you out while I watch?”

You nod fast. “Yes. Fuck – yes.”

Jimin’s hands are fists at his sides, expectant. “You really want me to…?”

Jungkook nods toward you. “Undress. Let her see what she’s getting.”

Jimin’s fingers tremble as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off. He’s leaner than Jungkook but still muscular, with tight abs and strong arms. His eyes stay locked on yours as he reaches for his belt.

He slides his pants down, his cock hard and flushed at the tip. Jungkook hums low behind you, one hand on your tit, the other sliding between your legs. “You’re already dripping for him.” You whimper.

“Go ahead, Jimin,” Jungkook says calmly. “Fuck my girl.”

Jimin pauses, eyes flicking nervously between you and Jungkook, clearly caught off guard but ready to move. “I… do you have condoms?” he asks finally.

Your eyes meet his. “I’m clean and on the pill” you say. “If you’re clean I want you raw.”

His cock twitches when you say that. Jimin swallows hard and nods slowly. “I am.”

Jungkook  moves your hair away from your shoulder and kisses just behind your ear. “You really wanna feel all of him?” he murmurs. “Want him to fuck you raw while I watch?”

“Yes,” you breathe, heart hammering against your chest with excitement. “God, yes.”

Jungkook moves now, slipping off the bed and dragging the nearby armchair closer, setting it just beside the mattress, getting front-row seats. He sits, spreading his legs slightly, losing his towel.

“Go slow at first,” he tells Jimin. “I want to see every inch of you disappear inside her.”

Jimin climbs onto the bed, kneeling between your open legs. His hands slide from your knees up to your hips.

“You sure?” he asks again.

You cup his jaw and whisper, “Yes. I want you.”

He groans into your mouth as he kisses you again. His cock presses against your entrance, thick and hot and so fucking ready. Jungkook leans forward in his chair as he watches you open for someone else.

“Do it,” you whisper against Jimin’s lips. “Put it in.”

The thick tip of his cock presses against you, then with one slow, careful thrust, he slides in, stretching you as your body trembles around him.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.

“God,” Jimin groans, forehead pressed to yours as he sinks deeper. “You’re so wet. And tight. Fuck.”

Jungkook is stroking himself now, watching every inch vanish into you. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Fuck, baby… look how good you take him.”

You moan,and your eyes close as Jimin sinks all the way in, filling you completely.

“You feel so good,” Jimin pants and his hips jerk slightly. “So fucking good.”

Jungkook’s voice cuts in. “Bet you’ve never had pussy this tight, huh?”

Jimin groans. “Fuck, no. Never.”

Jungkook’s grin spreads slowly, hand still stroking over his now fully hard cock. “Don’t hold back. She likes it rough.”

Jimin moves, pulling back and thrusting harder. Slapping sounds fill the room.

“That’s it, baby,” Jungkook encourages, voice strained. “Let him fuck you. Show me how good he makes you feel.”

Jimin’s hips move faster now, his breathing heavy against your neck. “Fuck, you feel so good – so warm”

Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper, your nails raking down his back. “Don’t stop,” you gasp. “Harder.”

Jungkook holds his cock, stroking hard. “Look at you,” he pants. “All fucked out on his dick.”

“I love it,” you whisper. “I love having him fuck me while you watch.”

That sets something off in Jungkook making his hips jerk faster. Jimin drives into you hard and fast, the bed shaking with every thrust. “You gonna cum on his cock?” Jungkook growls. “Gonna let him fill you right here, in front of me?”

“Yes,” you cry, nearly screaming now. “God, yes – please. Please! ”

Jimin groans loudly, hips stuttering. “I’m gonna – fuck – I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it inside her,” Jungkook demands. “I want to see it dripping out of her when you’re done.”

Jimin moans low, sinking deep before cumming – warmth flooding inside you. You gasp, waves of pleasure crashing through, your own orgasm hitting hard.

You cry out, trembling, gripping him tight as your body shakes. Jimin stays inside, breathing heavy against your neck, while Jungkook strokes himself faster, groaning as he watches you.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You came so hard for him.” Jungkook leans back in his chair.

Jimin falls down next to you, his chest still rising and falling fast. His skin is red and shiny with sweat. His cock slips out of you slowly, and you feel the slick warmth of his cum spilling free, dribbling from your throbbing, overstimulated cunt.

Jungkook rises from the chair without a word. His hand wraps around his thick, flushed cock as he steps in close, standing right where Jimin just knelt. 

“So full with his cum… ”Jungkook mutters. He crouches slightly, cock in hand, and presses the heavy, swollen head against your entrance – but instead of pushing in, he pulls back. Then slowly, he starts dragging his length up and down your slick folds, coating himself in the thick, dripping evidence of Jimin’s orgasm.

“So wet and ruined already. You let him fill you up so good, baby.” Jungkook breathes, watching the way his cock glides through the mess.  

You whimper, hips twitching as his shaft brushes your swollen clit. But he doesn’t stop there. He smirks – just slightly – and then slaps the head of his cock against your clit once. You gasp.

“I know you like that…” Jungkook murmurs, tone amused. He slaps your clit again, then grinds the tip against it in a tight and slow circle, dragging slickness everywhere.

“She’s still leaking,” he says to Jimin. “Your cum’s all over her and she’s still begging for more.”

Jimin’s breath stutters beside you. “Shit…”

Jungkook leans forward, one hand spreading your folds open wider, exposing the mess even more. His cock slides through again – rubbing every inch, teasing your overstimulated clit until you’re squirming.

“You want me to fuck it in deeper?” he asks, nudging your entrance again with his tip, not quite pushing yet. “Want me to stuff his cum back inside you with my cock?”

Your answer is a moan. He pushes in. Hard. You gasp as he sinks into you in one rough thrust. You’re already sensitive and he’s so deep it punches the air from your lungs.

“You’re still so fucking tight. So full of him. And now I’m gonna fuck you even harder.”He hisses, bottoming out inside you, hips pressed to yours.

Jimin watches from beside you, propped on an elbow. His gaze drops to where Jungkook’s cock is pounding into you.

“Feel that?” Jungkook growls, fingers digging into your hips. “I’m gonna fuck his cum deeper into you.” You can’t speak, you just moan. 

“Give me another one,” he snarls. “Come on, baby. I want one more. Give me one more.”

“I – I can’t,” you pant, shaking your head. “I already – Jungkook, I– ”

But then Jimin moves, reaching down between your legs without a word. His fingers find your clit – soft at first, then faster, matching the pace of Jungkook’s rough thrusts. “Let him have it,” he whispers hot in your ear as his thick lips brush against your cheek. “Give it to him. Show him how hard you can cum for him.”

Your body arches, the pressure snapping all at once. You scream.

“Oh my – fuck!” you scream, voice breaking as you squirt. A rush of wet heat floods out of you, your body jerking as you cum hard around Jungkook’s cock.

“Fuck!” Jungkook screams as his hips slam hard against you.  “That’s it – that’s my girl – fuck, baby, I’m– ”

He lets out a rough sound and drives into you faster. 

“Do it,” you gasp, barely able to speak through the pleasure. “Fill me up, baby”

“Fuck, fuck! Fuck! – gonna cum – gonna fucking– ”

He thrusts once, twice – then sinks in deep and lets go, groaning as he cums hard, filling you up. He stays there, chest against yours while both of you try to come back to reality.

You stare at the ceiling, still shaking slightly, feeling the warmth in your body, between two beautiful men. Jungkook kisses your temple, still inside you. “That,” he murmurs, “was amazing.”

Beside you, Jimin lets out a laugh and sits up, pulling on his clothes slowly.

You reach out, “Hey. Give me your phone.” He blinks but passes it over. You quickly add your number with a smile. “Text me when you’re done with your shift.”

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Sid paused for a second before answering. “Well- Yeah, but she didn’t deserved to be gutted and stabbed.” She lowly said. I mean..I guess Sid’s right, but Casey has always been a total bitch to everyone since elementary school, so I’d say it’s deserve. “Enough about Casey, you wanna have a movie night, tonight?! We could have horror movie marathon! Tatum could come too!” I cheerfully asked. I LOVE horror movies, they just speak to me. There’s just something about the gore, the blood, the killing, and the hope the main character has right before they’re about to die.

“Totally! But how about something a bit more tame? We could watch Clueless!” Sid suggested. I groaned in annoyance. “Fine, I guess.” Sid grabbed my arm practically dragging me outside to the front of the school with a smile on her face. “Oh don’t be such a Debbie downer!” She teased. I ignored her and was looking around until I saw Billy, Stu, Tatum, and Randy all sitting down on the water fountain. We walked over to the and sat down with them. Sid sat on the end of Billy, I sat in between Billy and Stu, and Tatum sat on the other side of Stu, and Randy sat next to Tatum.

“So, you guys hear about Casey Becker?” Randy asked me and Sid as we were walking up. “Yeah, she was completely gutted open.” I said as I reached over to take a grape. “How do you..gut someone?” Sidney hesitantly asked as we all looked over at her. “You take a knife..and you slit em from groin to sternum.” Stu started off as Billy questionably stared at him.

I was intrigued on where this conversation was going. Stu doesn’t even know he’s giving me tips on how to murder my next victim. “-Hey! It’s called tact, you fuck rag.” Billy rudely said to Stu as he cut him off. I raised a brow and looked over to Billy as he smirked. “What was that look?” Billy teasingly asked as my body began to run cold. Shit! I looked too interested.

“What do you mean?” I asked as all eyes were on me now. “You seem oddly curious about this subject, your whole face lit up when Stu was explaining on how to gut someone.” Billy said with a smirk as Sidney slapped his arm. “Leave her alone, Billy.” Sid groaned. “Classic horror trope!” Randy butted in as Tatum was still munching on her grapes. “Blame it on another person to draw suspicion from yourself! Stu’s obviously the killer, he just explained how to gut someone!” Randy finished. I mean..Randy’s not wrong. How did Stu know about that? Did he have experience?

Billy threw a rock at Randy and Randy then winced in pain. I was trying my best to contain my laughter, so was Tatum. “Hey, didn’t you used to date Casey Becker?” Sid asked Stu as he looked almost like he was offended she would even say something like that. “Yeah for like two seconds!” He nervously said as Tatum side eyed him. “Before she dumped you for Steve!” Randy added as Tatum’s eyes widened at the statement. “I thought you dumped her for me?” Tatum questioned Stu while he looked over at Randy with a death glare. This got messy fast.

“Yeah I did, he’s full of shit.” Stu said, referring to Randy. “Are the police aware you dated the victim?” Randy said with a different voice. He was clearly getting under Stu’s skin. “What are you saying? That I killed her?” Stu asked as my eyes widened. I mean that would be a pretty good motive. Stu was known to have a very fragile ego, especially when it came to girls. I couldn’t help but to look over at Billy, he’s been real quiet since the whole exchange..was he hiding something? It was hard to read his face but I could definitely see he wanted Stu to shut the fuck up. “Well it would certainly improve your high school Q.” Randy teasingly smiled as he chomped on a grape.

(it means popularity, I finally looked up what it means lmaoo) “Stu was with me last night, okay?” Tatum said in a tone in which we all know what she meant by that. “Yeah I was.” Stu said with a smirk. My heart tugged a little. I know it’s wrong, Tatum and Sid are my best friends and I like their boyfriends. Well- I’ve always had a crush on Billy, since our elementary days. He asked me to be his girlfriend last year but I told him no. I had a lot going on with my parents divorcing and everything, I wouldn’t have had enough time for him.

And two weeks after that…he asked Sid out. She doesn’t know about it though. Billy and I’ve kissed once but that was before he was with Sid. Stu on the other hand has always been flirtatious with me but toned it down when he got with Tatum. He’s squeezed my ass a couple of times and I always pretended like I didn’t feel it.

“Enough talk about this, it’s grossing me out!” Sid said as she had a disgusting look on her face and was rubbing her arm. Now was my moment to ask Tatum if she wanted to come over tonight. “Tatum, me and Sid are having horror movie marathon, wanna come?” I happily asked as she responded. “Oh my goodness! Yes! I’ll bring the snacks once I’m done with practice.” She agreed. “Since when did you like horror movies?” Billy asked as he nudged my arm. “I’ve always liked horror movies!” I replied. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” Stu asked as he stole some of Randy’s grapes. “Slashers. I don’t care too much for plots. I love blood baths and gore!” I enthusiastically said. “So gross.” Sid said as she shook her head.

“Why don’t we come over and watch too?” Billy suggested as Randy spoke up. “And be in the same room as the killer?! I think not!” I giggled at Randy’s dramatic expression. “No one was inviting you, cum rag.” Billy said as threw another rock at Randy. “Guys chill out. If y’all keep it up then y’all won’t be invited.” I firmly stated. “Fine!” Billy said as he moved his arms into a surrendering position. … School was finally over and I could now go through with my plan. I planned it a couple of weeks ago but I just didn’t have the right moment to strike..but with the recent murder in town, nows my opportunity. I’m gonna kill Principal Himbry. I chose him because he was an easy target, no one in town is gonna care about a dead high school principal. I waited for at least 30 minutes before the building was cleared out. There was only a handful of teachers, a custodian, and Principal Himbry.

I was in the bathroom and changed into my black cloak and ghost mask. I dumped my bag outside the bathroom window so I can hurry out the building and change back. Before walking out the girls bathroom, I looked both ways and didn’t see anyone so I ran for it. I was now in Principal Himbry’s office and there was no one in there, it was very silent. I held my kitchen knife up in one hand while I touched the trinkets on his desk with my other hand. As I was looking at more stuff in his office, I heard footsteps so I hurried and hid behind one of his cabinets.

He walked into the room and grabbed the exact same mask I had on from his closet. What the fuck? I saw him making scary faces in the mirror with it on and just playing around. And then it hit me, this was the mask that one of the boys from earlier had on in the hallway when he was running around screaming at people. As he was still distracted by himself in the mirror, I ran quickly but quietly across the room to the connecting office and ran back outside. As I was now in the hallway, I knocked on his door and hurried and ran to hide behind the coat rack in the hallway. He opened the door trying to see who was there but once he didn’t get a response he went back into his office.

I then ran back to the connecting office and peaked inside Principal Himbry’s office before going in and saw that he was staring at himself in the mirror again. I hid myself behind his desk waiting for the perfect moment to strike but that’s when I heard a knock on his door. What the fuck? He opened it and that’s when someone came through the door and started stabbing him over and over with a kitchen knife.

I stood up from behind the desk to make my presence known. After the person got done stabbing Principal Himbry, they looked up at me with their head turned. I couldn’t see their face due to the ghost mask covering it…the same mask and cloak I had on right now. “Who are you?” I said with the voice modifier covering my true voice. “Who the hell are you?” The person asked back with the same voice my modifier had.

“I asked first! And you took my kill!” I argued as the mask voice chuckled. “It’s not funny!” I stated before the masked person came face to face with me. Before I knew it, they were gripping my throat as tightly as possible. “You have five seconds to tell me who you are or God so help me I will slit your throat!” The person sternly said. My body trembled with fear, I’m supposed to be putting this fear into others, not the other way around.

I took my mask off my face, revealing who I truly was. The man tilted his head before saying my name. “Y/N?” He said, almost as if it was a question. “You next.” I choked out due to his hand still being wrapped around my throat. He took his mask off revealing to himself and I gasped with wide eyes. “Billy?!” I said with shock. And that’s when it hit me, he’s the one that killed Casey Becker. “You killed Casey Becker?” I questioned. I already knew the answer but I just wanted confirmation.

“I had a little help.” He smirked. “Who are you gonna kill next?” I hesitantly asked. “Ya know..I always thought you were hot but, this whole psycho murder act you got going on makes you even more hotter.” He teased as he moved some of my hair out of my face. “You can’t say that Billy..” I whispered. “Yeah? And why not?” He said as his lips hovered over mines. I wanted to kiss him so bad but he’s dating my best friend. I can’t betray her like that.

“Because you’re dating Sidney.” I lowly said as a tear fell down my cheek. He scoffed before replying to me. “You think I give a fuck about her?” He started off as my eyes grew with confusion. “You’re the one I wanted Y/N! Ever since 8th grade I’ve had a crush on you, I only got with Sid to get closer to you, can’t you see that?” He finished. His eyes were filled with sadness and desperation..I felt bad for him.

And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for him, truth is I wanted him too. I told Sid I had a crush on him but she still pursued him anyways, it broke my heart in a way and I tried to move on but it still hurts every time I see Billy and Sidney together. “Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want this.” Billy begged as he grabbed my hands. I looked everywhere but his face and didn’t speak.

“We can be together, Y/N. Forget about Sidney. I’ve never liked her anyways.” I sternly said. I sighed to myself before bringing him into a passionate kiss. My hands were tangled in his hair and his hands had a tight grip on my waist. When I moaned into the kiss I felt his tongue slip through my mouth and I was loving every bit of it. Billy then lifted me up as my legs were now wrapped around his waist.

“You don’t how many times I’ve dreamed of this.” He groaned as he took the cloak off of me and same with him. Just before we were about to kiss again we heard someone clearing their throat which immediately made us jump. “So this is why it was taking you so long?” Stu asked as he walked into the room. The fuck? “What is he doing here?” I asked Billy. “Remember when I said I had a little help? It’s him.” He answered.

I would’ve never thought for Stu to be a killer. He’s so sweet and silly, how could he be a murderer? But never mind that thought right now. I’m horny as fuck right now and two dicks are better than one. “What’re you still standing over there for, cmon?” I said to Stu as I waved him over. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. Billy looked confused but a hint of amusement on his face.

Stu closed and locked the door and started taking his shirt off as he walked over to us. I was back on the ground now and walked over to Stu bringing him in a kiss. Due to how tall he is, I had to stand on my toes and he had to lean down a bit just to kiss me. I felt his hands slip in between my legs which made me moan into the kiss. I could feel my panties start to dampen and my whole body feel hot. I broke away from the kiss before motioning for Billy to come here. “One in the front, one in that back.” I said with a smirk on my face. Stu giggled before getting out of his pants as I shook my head at him. Billy came up from behind me and started to take my pants off for me. When he took my jeans off, he started rubbing my pussy through my panties and the pleasure felt so good. I had to stop for a second and grab on to his arm.

“I can already feel how wet you are in these panties, pussys soaking for me, ain’t it?” He lowly said in my ear. I moan fell from my mouth as Stu came over to us and spoke up. “Just lookin at her like this is making me hard, fuck!” Stu grunted. Billy’s pace sped up and my knees began to buckle. “You doing so good, baby.” Billy whispered in my ear as I whined in response.

His fingers were moving side to side on clit and just before my orgasm could wash over me, Billy removed his hand from in between my legs. “Why’d you stop?!” I asked. “Cuz I wanna feel you now. Get on your knees.” Billy demanded and I did as so. Billy got behind me and pulled my panties down as Stu stood in front of me and pulled his boxers down.

Billy’s hands were feeling up all over my body as I started to jerk Stu’s dick. His head flew back when I touched his slit and began to spread his precum on the rest of his dick. “Stop teasing would ya?” Stu grunted. I’ve never seen him so desperate before like this. I shoved his cock in my mouth with no warning and he let out a whine. It turned me on even more. There’s just something so sexy about a man whining, especially when you’re the reason.

As I was bobbing my head up and down on his cock, I felt Billy teasing my folds from behind with his cock which made hum on Stu. I could tell the vibrations did something to him because he grabbed the back of my head, shoving his cock deeper in my mouth. I then felt Billy bottom out inside me with a loud groan. “So fucking tight!” He said to himself.

Billy was sliding in and out of me with ease, his dick was hitting all the right spots inside of me. I took Stu out my mouth and started sucking on his balls. “OH FUCK!” he shouted as I giggled. I sucked on them while making eye contact with him. His eyes were dilated and he even shed a few tears. “You suck me so good.” He whined with his eyes closed.

“You should feel her from back here, tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked!” Billy said with a smirk. I squeezed him in response as he sucked in some air. “Shit! Don’t do that!” He before giving a slap to my ass. I moan slipped out my mouth from the slap. I arched my back a bit more and that’s when I felt Billy twitch inside me. “So pretty.” Billy said as he reached down to touch some of the liquids that were falling out of me.

I placed Stu back in my mouth and before I knew he was shouting “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He pulled himself out of my mouth and shot his seed all over my face. Leaving it on my cheeks and eyelashes. He whined when he came and it was so hot, I wish I could see him do it one more time for me. He was trying to pump the rest of his seed out on my face and a little more did trickle out of his cock. I then felt Billy cover my mouth with one hand and start to fuck me faster. “You think I’m letting you get away after this? you’re mines now. This pussy is mines.” He sternly said in my ear and that’s when the coil in my stomach snapped.

I came all over but he hurried and pulled out. Billy came on my ass then spreading it around on my lower back and tits. “Who would’ve thought we’d be fucking our friend in a school office?” Stu laughed as I rolled my eyes. My body was so tired that it practically gave out. I was now laying my back on the rug. Stu then came over and started licking his cum off my face with his long tongue. Now I’m wet again. I closed my eyes while he was licking me and he caught me off guard when he brought me into a kiss.

My nails dug in his back while we were kissing and the office was filled with our moans. But then we were rudely interrupted when Billy kicked Stu in his side which made him let out a wince. “Seriously?” Stu said with his hands raised in confusion. “Stop being horny for one second, would ya?” Billy stated as Stu rolled his eyes. I sat up now looking between the both of them.

“We can’t go for round two?” I pouted. “Yeah, cmon on man, I didn’t even get to be inside her yet.” Stu complained as his hand gripped my inner thigh. “You two fuck rags can have your round two but I need to ask her a question.” Billy said, referring to me. I nodded my head for him to go on. “Why’d you try to kill him?” He asked, pointing to the dead body across the room. “Cuz he’s an easy target.” I shrugged.

“You think we should have her on our next kill?” Billy asked Stu. “I think she’d be a great addition.” Stu responded as I smiled. “Who’s are next victim?” I questioned. They both paused and looked at me with a sinister look.

Billy finally spoke up.