#hit;record

Spanning across your vision, the house party is already in full, bass-thumping, technicolor swing. 

And even though you arrive with friends, everyone splits right after stepping inside—conquests on the lust-hazed horizon. 

“Good luck, bitches!”

“Remember the rules!”

“Y’all better not take my man.”

Usually enthusiastic, you feel less into the hunt this time. And it’s because you may have caught feelings. 

That’s not right. 

More accurately, you may have started feeling a little more for someone that you had been entertaining for a few months now. 

Kim Seokjin: popular jock on campus, and your favorite stamina-hoarding athlete.

After thinking he was just a godly man stare at and not someone into casual flings, you were proven very, disgustingly, beautifully wrong by the way he was ramming you into scratchy coats during New Years. 

The short fling followed by his quick exit still had you feeling dizzy about it weeks later, and the culmination of your thoughts resulted in multiple quickies in places like the bathroom you’re currently passing. 

It wasn’t the speedy getaways that got to you—in fact, you preferred things that way—but the way he acted. The words he said, the touches that burned your skin, the way he—

No! You spent all that time back home getting dolled up and ready to scout this party for a very specific bet that your friends and you made with each other. 

Which, first off, you cannot believe you all agreed to. 

But the bet was simple: record yourself. 

Record yourself doing something dirty and everyone had to vote on which ones passed and which ones weren’t daring enough. 

Horrible? Immensely. But you’re all stupid and single and horny as fuck, so there wasn’t much logic or evaluating involved. 

Plus, there was a goddamn penalty.

And, as one that had to pay a penalty before, you were not going to lose again. 

So you needed to focus. There were only three people you knew you could count on and two of them already had other plans. 

Sweltered by crowd humidity and douchey cologne, you quickly dart into the kitchen to pour a shot of courage before continuing your search.

Please be here.

Surveying the rooms, you catch sight of a lot of people you know but don’t know know. Although, you spot a guy that you note as a possible backup in case your fuckbuddy fell through, muscular frame towering over the rest of the room.

Where is he? You were sure he was going to show up. It was one of the reasons why you ended up completely fine consenting to the bet—you knew you had a good chance. 

A few more moments of searching pass. 

Not in the cramped living room. Not in the musty foyer. Not even in the backyard with clearly-neglected grass and plants. 

Fuck, is he even here?

You sulk back into the kitchen, head full of worry and dread because you sincerely thought he was going to come tonight. 

Maybe he did? And got snagged by one of your friends already? 

Fuck!

“You aren’t at the block party?” 

Praise anything holy.

At your side, your blond knight greets you with a cocked brow. “Min! Thank fuck, I was looking for you.” 

“Me?” He pushes off from his chosen wall, drink settled in a lazy hand. “Don’t you usually make the rounds first before I get a turn?” 

“Like you don’t do the same,” you scoff as you take in his much more preferred cologne. “But shut up. I need you.” 

“About time you skip all the bullshit.” 

“It’s for a bet, dumbass.” 

A lopsided smile precedes Yoongi’s response. “How do you know I’ll help you film us fucking?” 

“Wait, what?” You freeze, unblinking as he shines triumph your way. 

How does he possibly know about that? You literally just got here five minutes ago. “Did someone ask you already?” 

“Not me.” 

You’re about to ask a follow up question when you see his eyes wander to someone behind you. 

“They asked him,” Yoongi laughs into his cup, not catching the way you have to compose yourself when facing your very issue walking towards you. 

Fuck.

Jin’s here, too?

Goddamn it, this is going to make your request awkward as hell. Only Yoongi was supposed to be here! Not that you… Would be opposed… To company… 

That would certainly—

Your name pulls you out of the very dirty gutter you popped it into, and you blink. “What?” 

“Jin said you know each other already, that’s all.” 

Swerving, you finally get a good look and realize that he’s dressed like the last meal you would choose to have before leaving this planet. 

Decked out in sweats and a tank, Seokjin simply watches, smug as your eyes zero in on his jewelry. 

And a corner of his lips twitches when you swallow. 

Motherfucker.

“Umm, yes,” you manage to blurt out. “We’ve seen each other around.” 

When his smile evolves into a grin, he turns his head to not direct it at you, which somehow ends up being more destructive than if he did. 

How is that even possible? Are you more far gone than you thought?

“I see…” Yoongi trails off, and you notice him throwing back the last dredges of his drink before sauntering off. “Well, good luck with your bet.” 

Seokjin cuts in before you can grab at your friend’s sleeve. “Bet? What bet?” 

Your pest spins on his heel, walking backwards while pointing accusingly, “You already know! She’s with that girl that jumped you like two minutes ago!” 

What the hell! You hiss his name in a warning, glancing at Jin and regretting doing so. 

Did he just look… 

Intrigued? 

Butterflies come to mind.

Him promptly turning down your friend makes more sense than this look of interest. After all, he bounces pretty quickly after sex. There’s no way Seokjin wants himself and his dick to be immortalized in a shaky phone recording. 

...Does he?  

Keeping that thought tucked in the deep recesses of your brain, you push forward and join Yoongi at the nearest sticky counter. 

“What the fuck,” you whisper to his smirk as the strong smell of alcohol invades your nostrils. “Don’t just go ratting me out!” 

“I dunno, babe.” Pouring a shot for himself before filling two other solos, he sets the bottle down with a clink and hands one to you. “I might’ve just made your night.” 

“What?” 

He huffs a quick laugh before handing the other cup to Jin. Turning back and leaning in, he whispers something that gives you chills, 

“I know you fucked already.” 

You dart your eyes to his cheek. “He told you?” 

“I can tell.” Yoongi laughs, earrings swaying with his shoulder bobs. “And he’s eyeing your ass as we speak. Skirt is fucking hot, by the way.” 

Ignoring the reaction in your chest, you chuckle while wondering if he’ll get your statement, “Good, cus it’s all I got.”

And the slight slip of his hand on the counter lets you know he understands. “Don’t fuck with me.”  

“So about that bet.”

“Fuck…”

“Just think about it, yeah?”

“Mm.”

After Yoongi offers his cup to clink with both of you, everyone quickly downs their shots, all quiet and most likely thinking about the same thing. 

A bet you need to win.

But there’s more to it now. Because apparently you have options. 

Do you simply go with your original plan and go upstairs with Yoongi? Knowing how cheeky he can be, some random bathroom would probably be more accurate. 

Or do you pivot, suck it up, and proposition the bet to a man that already turned down a similar offer? 

Fuck. This would be easier if you didn’t have to think about stupid things called feelings. Though they’re tiny in amount, the concept of liking someone outside of fucking is foreign to your brain. 

And the poor thing doesn’t know what the fuck to do about it yet. 

However.

If you pick Jin and he somehow agrees, you feel confident in yourself to go through with this without letting them get in the way. It should be easy to get this done without much stake in the emotions department. 

Right?

Sure. 

Yes. 

Final answer: yes. 

In any case, it’s stupid to even think all this shit when you haven’t even gotten an answer from either of them. 

One more shot is in order. “Min, hit me again.” 

“Same thing?” 

“Whatever’s fine. I just got here so lemme catch up,” you explain before stepping over to the person you’ve been mulling over for weeks. “Speaking of, when did you get here?” 

He has to lean in because the music is getting progressively louder, so much so that the bass is starting to add another pulse to your bloodstream. “We got here a bit before you.” 

“We?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “We’re roommates.”

…What.

There’s no way.

“You’re fucking with me. Isn’t he in a frat?”

“Yeah. Been roommates since last year, though.”

Well damn.

Slowly swiveling your head so that your mouth is next to his ear, you succumb to his cologne and try to ignore this new info. “And you were asked before him?” 

As if feeling the warmth of his skin isn’t enough, noticing his smug grin makes things a thousand times worse. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Yoongi hands you the second shot, and you thank him before throwing it back. 

Feeling the predictable burn makes you wince, but your body warms while loosening just a tad. “Cus he’s… and you’re… you’re shy,” you finally respond, tongue spiced from the liquor and assumptions.

“Is that what you think?”

“Of course.”

Seokjin laughs. “I’m not shy all the time.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You sound put out, angel. Are you jealous?”

Maybe if he said ye—

No, shut up. None of that. 

“You wish,” you simply quip. “Figured you’d say no to it anyway.” 

“Depends.” 

You blink. 

Moving away a bit, you glance at Yoongi taking a lazy sip from his cup before bringing someone in for a shoulder tap. 

You swear you’ve only had two shots. But that doesn’t mean you could already be mishearing things. 

Turning back to Jin, you blink again. “Really. You’d say yes?” 

There’s a bit of silence after, the next song booming throughout the house and in between your stares. It gives you enough time to wonder what Jin means, but not nearly enough time to prepare yourself for what he says. 

Leaning in close enough that his plush as fuck lips brush your ear, he goads, 

“Ask me and find out.” 

Fuck.

Chills spark across your skin and around your bones as you freeze in place. When you find you can’t do anything but gulp, you try your hardest to keep breathing—in and out, in and out. 

This is new. This is really fucking new and you don’t know how to react in the slightest. 

You’ve been the one in control. You’ve been the initiator this whole time, the one that approaches and the one that conquers before a swift retreat. Everyone knows that, and so far it’s all worked out. 

Which makes this situation…

Enticing as hell. 

Masking your faltering, you offer a smirk. “Careful what you offer.” 

To which he offers one of his own. “Careful what you ask.”

Truly, it’s a shame that you’ve spoken more words to each other in the last few minutes than you have ever before. All the conversations you’ve had with Seokjin have been in between gasps and moans—certainly not anything to text or call home about. 

Maybe you could switch it up and let Yoongi off the hook. Looks like one of your friends snagged him in the seconds you weren’t looking anyway. 

You watch as she loops one of her fingers in his long chain, unblinking as he lets her lure him down closer than necessary to talk. 

Huh.

That’s jealousy you feel in your gut. 

Fuck, how selfish are you tonight? Are you really getting soft for Yoongi, too? You allowed yourself that slip-up with Jin; this can’t happen a second time. 

Maybe it’s because—

“Well,” Jin suddenly cuts into your thoughts, “Guess we’ll never know.” 

Wait, what? 

A huge presence leaves your side, causing you to dart your eyes between his retreating back and the charming smirk Yoongi’s aiming at someone else.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! If there’s one thing that can’t happen, it’s getting a No from both of them. 

Cutting your loss with Yoongi, you speed past him to catch up to Seokjin, calling his name over the blaring atmosphere. 

As he turns, you scoff at the smugness painted on his face, “Mister impatient over here.”

“Nice to meet you, miss indecisive.” 

Well. He got you there. But he doesn’t need that satisfaction. “Maybe I’m making you wait.” 

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re edging me?” 

God. 

Where the fuck has this Jin been? Why haven’t the two of you actually had a real conversation sooner? This is way too entertaining not to draw out. 

“Perhaps,” you hum, leaning on the wall as you both now occupy a corner of the stuffed living room. “Is that what you want?” 

Jin hums, taking a sip of his drink and looking into the crowd. When he faces you, he looks past your look of intrigue before leaning in to whisper, “Something like that.” 

You’re about to question what the hell he means when you feel his lips capture the side of your neck, shooting lightning bolts to your curled toes. 

“I’d rather edge you instead.” 

His name leaves your mouth in a gasp, but it doesn’t stop him from leaving a hot trail up your throat, plush lips making you melt with each delicate touch. 

“But…” The syllable trails off into your ear before he kisses there, too, unaware of the wetness gathering on your thighs. 

You don’t get to hear his voice up close anymore. Because he straightens himself on the wall and smirks. 

“Guess we’ll just keep standing here.” 

“Jinnie, please,” you sigh, grabbing his bicep and melting at its firmness. You’ve reached the point of no return, it seems. Just him existing in front of you is tangling your heartstrings. “I…”

“I told you.” He downs his drink. “All you have to do is one thing.” 

Something in your heart causes your hand to shoot out and grab his shoulder, and you slam his lips onto yours to keep them hostage. Tingles bubble up your spine as he presses you into the wall, sliding his tongue along your lips and sucking on your bottom plush. 

Fuck.

You can do this with him if he allows it. 

Grabbing his tank again, you start to pull him away when you meet nothing but resistance. 

Catching yourself mid-lean, you stop and regard him with a cocked brow. “You coming?” 

And Jin smothers his chuckle with a smile. “You didn’t ask, sweetheart.” 

“I—”

Warm hands grip your hips from behind before you can blink, and a low tone tickles your ear,

“You ready?” 

…Yoongi? 

Where did he come from? Isn’t he supposed to be a little preoccupied at the moment? 

Turning, you feel blond hair and soft lips ghosting over your shoulder blade, shuddering at the touch. 

Combined with the lingering of Jin’s kisses, you feel elevated to another plane, caught in between two very different but equally destructive auras. 

Getting yourself to speak is harder than you expect. “Me? Where’d she go?” 

“Who.” 

Asshole. He knows damn well who you mean.

But fuck, if that doesn’t turn you on more than it should. 

Wait. Shit! This means that Yoongi’s down, and you know for a fact he’ll be fine with cameras involved. 

So that means… Seokjin will have to wait. 

Damn it, but you kinda don’t want that, either. Especially now that you know that he’s Yoongi’s fucking roommate. You can’t give either frustratingly attractive man bragging rights.

This choice has been the hardest you’ve ever had to make.

Well.

Hold on. 

What did Jin tell you?

All you have to do is ask? 

You breathe. 

This will either be the best or worst decision in history.

But screw it, you’re not gonna let that stop you.

Slowly turning, you whisper in Yoongi’s ear, hoping he doesn’t hear how stupidly timid it comes out. 

It doesn’t seem like he did, but maybe it’s because you’re too distracted by his slow chuckle to fully realize. “I’m not the one you need to ask, princess.” 

Fuck. 

Turning back to Jin, you take in his perfectly furrowed brows before gathering a sliver of courage. But if that’s all you can garner, you’ll use the hell out of it. 

Inhaling, you lick your lips while pulling on his tank. As soon as he bends to lend his ear, you whisper the same question you asked Yoongi. And you hope to everything that he agrees.

“You down to share?”

Jin immediately moves away, but the look he has on his face is far from negative. If anything, you think he appears hungrier than you’ve ever seen him. 

When he glances at Yoongi, you don’t see the latter’s reaction, but you can only guess it’s dirty because the smirk that carves into Jin’s face makes you quiver. Before you can blink again, you feel a hand grope your ass while another leads you forward. 

“Way ahead of you, angel.” 

This house is way too fucking crowded. 

How the hell are you supposed to get a room to yourselves? 

Disregarding that, why do you even go to these things anymore? As you’re moving up the stairway, you have to weave through multiple sweaty bodies and dodge spillage from tilted cups. Gross.

In a fleeting moment, you wish you had these two back in your apartment instead of in a random house. But having both of them at all is leading you not to care where the fuck this happens. 

Even now, when you feel your ass getting shielded by an arm and your shoulder being held by a strong hand, you still don’t believe any of this is happening. 

The upstairs is crowded but not as congested as the bottom floor, the three of you having room to stand in your own spacing. As you move to check for bedrooms, Yoongi peeks blond hair into a door before calling you both over. 

“Hurry up,” he says, patting your ass when you pass over the threshold. “I think this is the one with a lock.” 

“The only one with a lock?” 

“The one with a lock that works.” 

“God.” 

Yoongi shuts the door with a bang, and you can hear him and Jin conversing while you observe the tiny space. 

The bedroom’s nothing special. Small, dark wood floors, basic sheets and curtains. It’s painfully obvious that the one thing this occupant spends money on is tissues, if the stack of Kleenex by the bed is any indication. 

Your mouth melts into a cringe.

Poor guy. 

As you hope he isn’t the type that comes into pillow cases, you feel a pair of lips on the back of your neck, their warmth sending shivers down your back and into your top. 

For a split second, you don’t know which one of them it could be, and that’s what finally makes you realize what’s about to happen. 

And you’re trembling down to your bones with excitement. 

Judging from the low purr, it’s Yoongi this time.

“Lemme taste those lips, princess,” he murmurs before caressing your jaw, lightly twisting you around to face him properly. 

As Jin pulls off his tank, you feel a hot tongue slide over your plush, teasing with quick darts inside your mouth before pressing with a sliver of insistence. 

He hums in intrigue before asking, “No watermelon today?” 

“She definitely tasted like it.” 

Ah. Yoongi was looking for your lip gloss. Cute as fuck. 

You giggle while he turns, hurt evident in his voice, “Greedy bitch. I like that flavor.” 

“Cry about it.” 

“What a sore lo—”

Yoongi suddenly backs you into the nearest wall, his lips claiming yours again with a hint of annoyance. When you breathe mirth into your reciprocation, he retreats with a light tug on your bottom plush. “Hey.” 

“Hmm?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He shoves his mouth onto yours a final time, and you can’t help but laugh outright, stomach twisting into knots and curls when you can feel his spreading grin. Slinging your arms around his neck, you relish the way his erection smushes your skirt, the absence of any underwear letting you feel everything all too well. 

Yoongi seems to remember this outfit choice, impatient fingers shoving the material up and finding your cunt in record time. When you buck forward, he offers a response in the form of dark glee. 

“Gonna make you a pornstar, kitten,” he promises, slapping now-wet fingers against your clothed chest. “With these perfect tits.”

“Please do,” you sigh. “Tuition is kicking my ass.” 

“You would talk about that shit right now.” Lip bitten, he gropes you with a warm palm. “It shouldn’t be this hot.” 

“Yeah, well you shouldn’t be this hot, either,” you scoff, lightly flicking one of his chains. “But here we are.” 

Where is Jin? What’s he doing?

Yoongi’s lips claim yours again, and you can’t fathom how each kiss feels like the first. Breathless, you shut your eyes and let him press you into the unforgiving wall. 

When he leaves your mouth alone again, he confirms, “We doing this?”

“Mmhmm. I can’t lose another bet, Min.”

“I get that. But you good with recording?”

“Mmhmm. Are you?”

“Yeah, it’s cool.”

“What about…” You turn to finally notice Seokjin swipe something from the lone desk in the room, but again, Yoongi gently guides your face back into another toe-curling kiss. 

These kisses seem… 

Hmm. 

Whatever. No point in putting much stock in it. This is Yoongi, for crying out loud! Not some dude groveling at your feet. 

When you finish that thought, he retreats again. “We already talked about it.”

Huh? They what? “When?”

“When he got asked the first time.”

“Wait, seriously?” You stop looking at his reddened mouth to search for truth in his gaze. “You’re joking.”

Yoongi smirks while maintaining eye contact, and you quickly feel uncharacteristically shy. But he gives you reprieve when he lowers his attention to the lips he wanted to taste. “Why do you think we turned your hot ass friends down?”

“I… Was wondering about that.” 

“Found him jerking off to you,” Yoongi finally divulges with an air to his words, and a hand appears next to your ear. “So I already knew. Didn’t know y’all fucked until later, but. Figured he’d be okay with this.” 

When did you start playing with his chains? How did they even get looped in your fingers so fast? “Even on video?”

Jin’s chuckle is so sudden and clear that you snap your head right to him.

“I’ll be the star of the show, angel. They won’t even notice you.” 

Yoongi outright laughs at him while you gape. 

Assholes! Both of them! You can’t even admire Seokjin’s beautiful bare chest with your glare damn it yes you can he looks so fucking fine.

God. One of these insufferable men is already enough to handle. But both? To yourself? Apparently this is very much not good for you. 

Not that you’re complaining. Your friends would tear limbs to be in the position you’re in now. If anything, you’re containing your excitement. Because you don’t know how the fuck you’re gonna act once things start playing out.

Wait a second. Playing out…

Yoongi keeps to himself, but isn’t Seokjin a star athlete? Wouldn’t something like this get him kicked off the team or some other repercussion you don’t know about? 

When you voice your concern, all you get is a careless shrug. 

“It’s tennis. They don’t care.” 

Well then. 

Shooting amusement out of your nose, you accuse, “I think you just wanna do it anyways.” 

At his wink, you bring a hand up to slide down his chest, salivating at how full and firm his muscles feel. Gripping a handful of his jewelry, you tug them just a tad while lowering your lids. “You better not be all talk.” 

“You know I’m not, sweetheart.” 

“Mm. But really, I just wanted to be sure,” you start, releasing him from your hold. “Especially with you.” 

Before Jin responds, Yoongi cuts in with furrowed brows, “What about me?”

“You’re a whore,” you laugh, grinning wider at his fake affronted look. “You’d fuck with the door open.”

Immediately, he nods with pursed lips. “Facts.” 

“Actually? Mmm. You’d probably fuck me over with a lawsuit, too, so…” 

“Also true.”

Your tongue pokes childishly out of your mouth before you direct attention back to Seokjin, stilling when you see him already staring. 

He zeros in on your lips—prompting you to wet them with your tongue—before sliding up to your eyes and burying dark promises in each one.

“Gross.” 

While Yoongi retreats to remove his jacket, it’s Jin’s turn to bring you in for a kiss. Which you happily respond to, loving the way he immediately finds a palmful of thigh to grab.

Shit, his kisses feel so perfect and full and, dare you wish, possessive. You might end up puffy-lipped for the rest of the week if he keeps nipping you between sloppy licks. 

Tilting your head, you push forward with fervor, tugging a moan from his throat with your tongue. 

Chuckle dark, he lets you go with a tiny pop. “Didn’t know you were so greedy.”

“I am.” 

“What else should I know?”

“Uh uh,” you tut, tapping him on the chest. “Spoilers.” 

“How about you tell me now.” 

Oh, you fucking plan on it. 

Grabbing his hand, you bite your lip before guiding it between your legs, practically purring when he discovers your dirtier secret. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers rolling over your slippery clit. “If you told me this sooner I would’ve gotten you all to myself.”

“Maybe you should’ve just done that anyw—”

“Hurry up before I get soft, lovebirds.” 

“Shut up, Yoongi,” you scoff, lolling your head to challenge his bored stare. “So impatient. Think of porn or something.”

“I’ll settle for making some, tha—”

The doorknob jangling captures all of your attentions. 

Guess the lock really does work. Thankfully.

Yoongi signals a head tilt to his roommate before stepping in, and Jin leaves your side before you’re pushed flush against the wall again fuck that was quick.

A knee wedges in between your legs, shoving a rough groan from your throat. 

“Eyes on me, princess,” Yoongi orders, gripping your chin in rough fingers. “He’s not going anywhere.” 

“Neither am I,” you goad, loving how this man isn’t changing his style even with another presence in the room. This level of handling is what you’re used to, and you don’t want him to let up in the slightest. “So fucking kiss me al—”  

Yoongi’s lips smother yours before you can finish, and he sucks the last syllables right off your tongue. The change in pace resets you in the best way, and you welcome his familiar scent wrapping around you before his hands do.

Fuck, he’s a fantastic kisser, too. You probably could’ve gotten away with recording a makeout session with him and it would’ve somehow been vulgar enough. 

But, as he rips himself from your lips to attack your column, you think this is the much, much better option. 

“You really ready for both of us?” Yoongi nicks your ear, making you shudder before nodding in wordless reply. “Cus I don’t think you are.”

“I am,” you breathe out, throaty and with a bit of bite. “Fuck you, I’m ready.”

A hand suddenly slips between your legs, and you jolt up at the shock. 

Thinking it was Yoongi that touched you, you’re surprised and delighted to see that it’s not. 

“You hear that, Jin.”

“No.” The fingers gliding up your skin suddenly cup your drenched cunt with as much insistence as their owner’s command, “Speak up, angel.” 

“I said fuck you,” you fling out in reply before your voice twists into a moan, pulled from your throat by the long fingers slapping your folds.

“What’d you say?”

“Fu—”

Senses blank as Yoongi’s fingers join Jin’s on your cunt, and your jaw unhinges before your breaths turn unfathomably ragged. 

Holy fuck. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on.

“Careful with that mouth, princess.”

“Seems more like a brat to me.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” 

“As if,” you huff out through a lopsided smirk, thumping your head back onto the wall in pure bliss. They haven’t seen how much of a brat you can be. “You’re both just pussies.” 

The deep reactions you get in return have you grinning to yourself in triumph, and you welcome the way Yoongi seizes your neck while Jin rips your top apart. 

As buttons skitter across wood floors, you puff in pride, loving how easy it is to get these two going.  

“No bra. No thong.” Yoongi expels a quick laugh before letting go of your column. “You wanna get fucked like a whore, huh.”

“Please,” you beg in a whoosh. “It’s been a long ass week.”

“You had those group presentations, right?” 

“Ugh. Yeah, and they sucked.”

“Mm. Speaking of sucking.” He pats your cheek while you notice Seokjin painted with curious concern. “Get the fuck down there.”

“Y’all better be clean.”

“I am. Surprisingly,” Yoongi laughs before turning to Jin. “You tested, right?”

“Yeah, after that one girl scared the crap out of me.”

“Told you not to mess with her.”

That one girl? Interesting. “So we’re all good?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” 

As you drop to your knees, the wood floors merciless, you wonder if Jin’s got something on his mind.

Is he agitated? Does he think there’s something between you and Yoongi?

There isn’t. The guy just happens to talk to you more. 

Seokjin can do the same if he really wanted. You yearn for him to make a move instead of hearing about other random chicks, truthfully. You’re god awful at making the first mo—

You don’t get time to think about it before you’re shoved into the front of Yoongi’s jeans. “What’re you spacing out for.”

“Sorry.” Looking up at him before you watch Jin’s expression, you smile. “I’m ready.”

“Fucking finally.” 

“Min,” you chuckle as your face is smushed into his crotch again. Planting your hands on his thighs, you remind him, “Recording? Remember?” 

“Oh. Yeah.” His bangs sway as he inspects your chest. “Where’s your phone? It’s not in your tits.”

You laugh at his pout before reaching behind you. “I have pockets for once.”

“Give it,” he orders when you present your device, slipping it from your fingers.

You love how you make him forget. And you love how he gets subtly coy whenever he realizes how caught up he can be. 

Seokjin is quick to tease the blond further. “Camera shy?”

“Fuck off.”

“Start it then.” Jin reaches into one of his pockets, taking out… A what. “Top off, sweetheart. You’re wearing this instead.”

Oh, fuck.

Yoongi stops staring at your chest to see what Jin’s talking about. “Is that a tie?”

“Yeah. Found it on the desk.” 

After you dispose of your destroyed top—which you will charge them both for—your head is slipped through the soft loop. 

While Yoongi looks satisfied as hell, Jin snickers, “Looks good on her.” 

Feeling the material around your neck while staring up at the two of them unlocks something in you that requires several days to process. There’s no doubt there’s already strings of lust dripping between your legs. 

“Fuck, she liked that.” 

“I knew she would.”

“So predictable.”

“They all are.” 

God, they’re talking about you like you can’t hear them.  And it’s turning you on much more than it should! 

Pulse after burning pulse erupts in your core, and you reach your first breaking point of the night. Breathing taut, you unzip Yoongi’s pants before slowly slipping him out, not giving any stock to how familiar he feels in your palm. 

Despite not having a round with him in a minute, you still feel confident you know your way around his dick. 

But before you start, you turn and look up at Jin. “Yours, too.”

Both of them groan before Jin reacts, unzipping and taking himself out as soon as you lick Yoongi’s tip. 

He immediately relies on the hand he’s planted on the wall behind you, letting out a low curse. Your phone slips in his hand, but only by a bit, and you wonder why the recording light isn’t on. Maybe you turned that feature off in your setting at some point. 

You keep going, licking along his velvety length before spitting on its veiny surface. Rubbing long and slow, you finally take him in and start sucking while darting your tongue underneath his weighty head. 

Fuck, Yoongi really fits you well. Maybe too well.

“Shit.” When he expels a breath above you, heat disperses onto your scalp. And it seems he feels the same sentiments. “Fuck, I missed this mouth.” 

You hum around him, knowing it’ll make him crumble even more. Having his cock between your smeared lips is something you’ve been wanting ever since you spotted him, and you’d like to think he can tell just from the way you’re going at it. 

What makes things even better for you? There’s another person you want to suck the soul out of, and he happens to be in the same room. Staring down at you. Groaning when you reach up and take his length in your hand. 

As you pump Jin while giving Yoongi head, a realization comes to mind—a stunning one. 

You’ve had a threesome before, but it didn’t have two dicks involved. 

Needless to say, this is quite new.

And you’re delighted as hell. 

“She’s a lot prettier down there, don’t you think?”

“I prefer her this way actually.” 

Fuck, they’re doing it again! Did you always have this hidden kink? What do you even call this? That isn’t important right now because how the fuck did they know you’d love this? 

But as much as you’re adoring their outright ignoring, you like talking back even more. 

Taking Yoongi’s cock in your hand, you release him with a small pop before scoffing, 

“And I prefer you both quiet.” 

“What did she say?”

“I think she said she wants to lose this bet.” 

“No, no!” You backtrack at their laughs. Their stupid, attractive laughs. “Fuck you both,” you grumble before taking Yoongi back into your mouth. 

As you feel his meaty length again, you hear him expel a half-chuckle, half-groan before commenting, “You won’t if you keep talking shit.” 

“I thought the same, Yoongi. She’s not even paying attention to me.” 

Oh. That’s a challenge you aren’t losing, whether you’re being goaded or not. 

Gripping his cock and gathering his precum, you follow through with a motion you’ve only seen in videos. Your mouth releases Yoongi’s before latching onto Jin, and you feel a strange sense of pride when both of them react in reverence. 

“What the fuck.”

“Ah, shit.” 

Your eyes tilt up to find both men staring with all the hunger in the world, and you wonder what you must look like. Because you don’t think you’ve ever seen guys stare like that, even while being at your nastiest. 

Though, this probably takes the cake. You’ve never sucked two people off in succession before. 

Satisfied, you glide over Jin’s cock over and over, swirling your tongue and stroking the rest of him with determined fingers. Deciding to switch just because you can, you take him out with another vulgar pop and swallow Yoongi again. 

They’re still saying things above your bobbing head. Or just making sounds. But you don’t quite register them anymore because you’re finding a rhythm and concentrating on relaxing your mouth. 

Jin caresses your head while you work, now satisfied with having both his cock and ego effectively stroked. 

But you don’t expect him to tug on your tie, pulling you forward to take Yoongi in until he knocks the back of your throat holy fuck—

His smirk at your immediate gag rattles the beast in your core and, while Yoongi snickers, he coos at your pout, “Something else you wanna say, angel?”

Oh, yes you do. You wanna say a lot of things. 

In the end, you keep your mouth occupied and shut, choosing to simply flick the bastard off with your free hand instead. 

But you don’t expect Yoongi to react. 

After a low curse, he bites out, “Don’t do that again.” When you look up past his swinging jewelry, his teeth are prominent behind a strained smirk. 

“I might fall in love.” 

Oh. 

You roll your eyes, disguising the fleeting way your heart double skips. 

“Wait. Yoongi,” Jin halts, scarily wary. When you look up, he continues after Yoongi turns.

“Are you even recording?”

You freeze. 

Fucking hell, he better be! 

“I thought so?” 

“Lemme see the phone. Ah, I knew it! It’s not even on!” 

You take Yoongi out of your mouth to gape, frustrated to hell and back to this small ass bedroom. “Are you serious!” 

“Oh, fuck. Sorry.” 

“Yah, I can’t believe this.” 

“Boo, you whore.” 

“Wait, so none of that was—damn it!” 

Your sigh is quick, and you wipe your flexing jaw of any excess drool. “Just make sure it’s going next time, yeah? At least we caught it now.” 

“She’s right,” Seokjin comments before taking the phone from a still-crushed Yoongi. “You’re lucky I’m here, angel.” 

Smiling up at him while trying not to think about the sting in your knees, you respond, “I am, Jinnie.” 

“I’ll record. Just think of that as a warm-up.” He turns on the video, and you recognize the tell-tale white light that indicates a recording. 

Damn, you were correct in thinking it was strangely off earlier. Now you know why. Goddamn it, Min.

Jin lowers to smooth his fingers over your cheek before patting twice. “Get to it, baby girl.” 

You look at Yoongi before asking, “You good?”

He only stares, eyes swirling with something you can’t decipher. But he fakes a pout before lying through pretty teeth, “Nah. Guess you gotta make me feel better.” 

“Such a liar,” you laugh, stroking him and taking him back into your mouth right as he beams. 

Fuck, you love his cocky ass grin. And you hate how he knows it makes it hard to stay upset with him. 

Knowing you’re truly being recorded now, something switches. Your sucks get fuller, your strokes get deeper, your mouth somehow loosens wider and can take more in. 

“Come give me some love, angel,” Jin directs, reaching to lightly pull on your tie. “Let me see you.” 

Shit, you’re already so wet.

Yanking yourself off, you give him the same treatment, spitting on his head before taking it in with no rest. 

“Oh, fuck.” 

“There you go.” 

While Yoongi is long, Jin is girthy, and you have to stretch your mouth a bit more to accommodate him. Adjusting on the spot, you feel tears start to form at the corners of your eyes when your lips start getting sore. 

But the feeling of making them both puddy in your literal hands takes over—intoxicating. You’ll deal with the soreness in your mouth, your arms, your thighs. All of it, you will deal with. 

Because it’s them. 

Light flashes over you as you pause in rubbing Yoongi’s dick, and you flick your eyes up to see that your phone’s passed to him. 

“Keep it on.” 

“Yeah, I got it.” 

“You better becau—fuck.” 

You hum a laugh around Jin’s length, knowing that cupping his balls would make him stutter. Recalling last time, you giggle thinking about the way it led to him hauling you up and throwing you back against his locker, your back sporting burns for days after that fantastic fucking session. 

“Hi, baby girl,” Yoongi murmurs as you go right back to stroking him, bending and reaching down to fondle your chest. When you flinch at the touch, he hums, “Love these soft tits.” 

You whimper around Jin, who folds forward and steadies himself on the wall behind your ass. Fuck, the floor is really not soft under you at all. 

But Yoongi pats you roughly on the cheek before brushing tears away with a thumb. “So perfect handling us both, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You fucking love it, huh.”

You nod, eyes closing when he lightly slaps your face again. 

“Thought so.”

Having your mouth full while getting pat on the cheek is something else. 

But while being recorded? You’re practically purring imagining how that must look from Yoongi’s point of view. 

Judging from his blown out eyes, it must look pretty damn fantastic. 

“How does she feel?”

A groan. “Hot. Wet. Fuck.”

“Take more of him in, princess. I know you can.” 

“More?”

When you stare at the light, it temporarily blinds you before you try to focus on the man praising you behind your phone. “Yeah, that mouth’s filthy. Get in there.”

Jin pushes in further, and you fully gag but don’t let up, hearing him groan as you keep your head bobbing. “Fuck.”

“Told you.”

You’re starting to reach euphoria, knowing you have full control no matter how cocky and smug these two are. Both of them are practically kneeling at your feet. 

Ironic, given the positions you’re all taking. 

You swirl around him, lifting him up to suck on his balls before tasting Yoongi on your tongue again. 

“Fuck, she’s good.” 

“She’s a pro.”

Your mouth feels thoroughly spent, but you keep going on primal desire alone. Saliva and lust falls down your mouth in tiny waterfalls, and there’s no doubt the tie is soaked through on your drenched chest.

When warm fingers pinch a nipple, you mewl, arching upward on instinct. 

And Jin’s comment is a compliment laced with vulgarity, “All this time I’ve been calling you angel…”

You flick your eyes upward.

“Turns out I’ve been fucking a whore.” 

Fuck. For them? You are, you are, you are. Goddamn, you’re so turned on it’s starting to frighten you. 

Releasing Yoongi again, the pop sound you make is so distinct that you hear him throw his head back in a groan. 

Without pause, you go right back to Jin. But he’s a little farther away than before, so you have to scoot over. 

Which hurts like a bitch.

“Fuck,” you wince before licking along Jin’s length, the floors not allowing you to experience pure pleasure alone.

Immediately, Yoongi questions, “Knees okay?”

“Not really.”

Seokjin turns as Yoongi stops the recording. “Get her a pillow.”

“No,” you shoot out before taking him in. After you give him a full suck, you slide your fingers along his length. “I’ll ruin it.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m… So wet,” you admit, making both of them hum and groan in tandem. Gazing up at Yoongi, your tone is innocent but your words wholly sinful,

“Wanna feel it?”

Yoongi hums as he bends with furrowed brows, his throat rumbling rough when his fingers meet your cunt. “Oh, fuck.” 

“Mmhmm.” You whine when you feel the friction you’ve been wanting, needily grinding on his fingers while he growls,

“Fucking nasty.” 

Your pout is sickly innocent. 

“Nah, this is… Hold on.” 

You wince at the camera light when he starts another recording.

And it isn’t long until you feel wet fingers gather a shameful amount of slick before smearing it on your chest, rubbing around a nipple as you whine around Jin.

Holy fu—

There’s no pause before Yoongi dips his fingers right back in your cunt, languidly taking more from your folds before coating another layer on your breasts. 

It’s all so erotic that you have to close your eyes just to keep sucking Jin off properly. 

“Pretty bitch. Gonna look even better with our—” 

“Yoongi.” 

You flit your eyes open, trying hard to make out Jin’s expression. 

Odd. You didn’t expect him to interject at all, so his sudden comment catches you off-guard. 

Turns out you aren’t the only one, either. Yoongi stops on your skin before responding with a hum. 

Is Jin getting… jealous? Or whatever you see in his eyes? Does he want Yoongi to just record and keep his filthy hands to hims—

“Stuff some in her mouth.” 

What the fuck.

Yoongi’s chuckle rumbles out like dark thunder, and he bends down one more time to level his smugness and your phone with your face. 

“You heard him,” he says to the device rather than you, and you can tell he’s loving how you look in the rolling video. “Open up, filthy girl.” 

Whimpering, you free your lips and jerk upward when Yoongi fingers you once more. Opening wide, you have stars in your eyes when he bites his lip, and you taste the telltale flavor of yourself when he slowly swipes long fingers along your tongue. 

You feel rather than see something in them break. 

And your stomach somersaults because you sure as fuck break, too.

“Get her over there.”

“Yup, fuck it.”  

It’s Seokjin that hauls you upward while Yoongi rips his jeans off. “Get up, angel.”

“Ow fuck,” you gasp at the sudden stretch of your legs, feeling the sting of abrupt use. “Hold on.” 

“Shit, sorry.” 

“You’re okay,” you lie before a more truthful wince. “Ow.” 

Yoongi reaches the bed first, yanking the comforter and sheets away from the top. It seems he stopped the video again. “Just sit her on the edge real quick,” he directs, and when you get settled, he shoves your skirt up while kneeling onto the floor, “Lie down and relax for a sec.” 

“Huh?” 

Relax? This is new. Yoongi’s more into the fuck and fuck off type nights—same as you. It’s why you usually pick him when you need to blow off major steam. What does he mean rel—

“Gonna teach all your pretty friends how to eat you out.” 

There it is. “Fuck…”

“Uh huh. Open up for me.” 

Your thighs prove ridiculously sore as you try, but you’re just thankful your knees aren’t competing with hard floorboards anymore. You grit your teeth as you keep opening up slow, and Yoongi tsks before getting up to lean over your chest. 

Goddamn chains. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how they feel sliding along your skin.

“Your knees were like this that whole time?” Yoongi asks, voice low. “This floor’s hard as shit. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Why is he concerned? He can’t keep asking you stuff like this. It’s messing with your head. “Don’t worry about it, Min.” 

“Yoongi, hurry up,” Jin commands from behind. “I don’t like waiting.” 

“Chill out, fuck. You might learn something.” 

“From you?” A laugh. “As if.” 

You have no idea where this side of Jin has been hiding but you highkey love and appreciate it, relating to his low level of patience yourself. 

Yoongi clicks his tongue before straightening, falling back onto his knees with a thud. You miss the concerned look in his eye before he spreads you apart with no mercy, yanking a strained groan from your throat. 

His grunt is low and rough when your cunt is in full view, and he slides slow fingers up your folds. “You get so wet every time. Hey, you recording?”

Jin responds with an affirmative, and the last warning you get is the light before Yoongi dives right in. 

At the first touch of his warm tongue, you thrust upward, sighing to the ceiling and beyond. Outside, you hear someone bump into the wall before laughter erupts, but all of your body’s attention is on Yoongi’s licks and swirls around your clit. 

With the shine of the recording light, you suddenly feel like a performer, moving your body slower and more controlled while Yoongi fucks you with his mouth. Your sounds are smaller than usual as you try to think about which moans are best. 

Loud? Soft? Why are you even thinking about this? You’re just gonna share this with friends. 

Did Yoongi’s words get to you that easily? These two are making you feel like you could actually make bank like this.

Especially when Jin reaches down to grab one of your tits, caressing the flesh before rolling a finger around a hard nub. The last thing you see before closing your eyes is his dick fully out, sweats removed while you were otherwise occupied.

His voice is heavenly as you feel the light concentrate on your face, “How’s that feel, angel.”

“So… So good,” you gasp, gripping Yoongi’s light hair in shaky fingers. His sucks on your clit make the dirtiest sounds, and when he licks a long stripe along your cunt, you throw your head all the way back. 

All this stimulation is absolutely making you spin off multiple axes.

A light slap to your chest resets your brain. “Mm. I don’t hear any of those sounds that I’m used to.”

That’s not Yoongi’s fau—

The menace himself darts his tongue inside to hit a spot you’ve been needing him to, and a loud moan shoots right into the ceiling. 

“Take that, bitch,” Yoongi mutters, to which Jin chuckles before lying next to you.  

Your eyes flutter open to bright light when you feel him grip your chin. “Mm. I just wanted to see this face.”

Drunk off lust, your body keeps rocking onto Yoongi’s tongue. When you lower your lids, Jin grips your jaw again before commanding, 

“Not now. Look at me.” 

Oh, fuck.

Thoroughly droopy-eyed, you obey as he watches your chest bounce with your movements. When he studies how fucked out you must look, you whimper through smushed lips, and he smirks like a demon,

“Good girl.”

His favorite term of fuckingdearment for you. And one you absolutely preen at every damn time. 

Those two words alone serve as fuel for your body, and you find yourself fucking Yoongi in earnest until he chuckles between your legs, 

“Wait. Jin.”

“Huh?”

You stop as well as he does, and almost sink below the bed when Yoongi explains, 

“Put her mouth to use, too.”

Jin looks down your body to point out, “I’m recording.”

“Do it. She’ll love that shit.”

Your groan confirms that fact. 

And that’s all Jin needs to be convinced.

As Yoongi keeps his tongue glued to your folds, Seokjin gets up and positions himself next to your head, and you salivate at the way he slaps your cheek with his cock.

“Say ahh.” 

You immediately oblige, going to rub him with a hand until he swats it away.

“Ah ah. No hands this time, sweetheart.”

You hear Yoongi snicker against your cunt, and hate how he laughs even harder after feeling just how much you liked whatever the fuck just happened. 

Mouth stuffed; pussy eaten; face being recor—fuck, and now Yoongi’s fingers reaching up to grope your tits.

All of it is almost too much that you feel like you teleport to the edge rather than climb. All the pressure in your center triples in size, and pulses wrack your core again and again and again. 

Teeth bite one of your thighs, making you yelp around Jin’s salty length. Yanking your mouth free, you pout, “The hell!”

“You asked for this, princess.” Yoongi smacks the side of your ass. “You aren’t coming until we say so.”

“No, fuck, please,” you rasp out, thumping your head back onto sheets. “It feels too good.” 

“Too bad.” 

“What! No!” 

“Actually,” Yoongi vacates your pussy entirely, standing before leaning over you on veiny hands. “Get on that dick you just sucked.” 

Fucking hell, his mouth is drenched in your juice. 

Jin stops the recording before agreeing. “Finally. Thought you’d never stop. Come up here, angel.” 

Seokjin sits up against the headboard, and your legs are mush as you try to prop your body upward. 

When you finally crawl towards him, he watches with pure amusement. “Get a condom, babe.”

“Don’t need one,” you respond, earning disbelief from both of them.

“You sure?”

“What’d she say?”

“No condoms,” you assure. “Not tonight.”

Yoongi audibly curses low and long, and you can hear him stroking himself while you plant hands on Jin’s shoulders. 

“Hi.” 

“Hello.” 

“Skirt off?”

“No.”

“Kinky,” you tease. “We haven’t done it like this yet, huh.”

“A damn shame.” He fondles a nipple, making you jerk with a tiny whine. “We haven’t fucked in a bed, either.”

“I can’t decide if that’s hot or just sad.”

“It can be both.”

“Hurry up.”

“Kiss my fat ass, Min.” You mount Jin before sheathing yourself on him, gasping before gnawing on your lower lip. 

Holy fuck, you feel so full and you’re only halfway on.

You can’t even take all of him inside, even with Yoongi lubing you up impossibly well. “You’re so big, Jinnie...” 

“Tell me more.” 

Before you can respond, he thrusts up into you, smirking when your mouth only flops open while you crumple forward. 

You hear Yoongi let out a laugh of condescension, and you throw a raspy “Shut up” over your shoulder before panting again.

“Show him how a slut fucks, princess.” 

When Jin looks into your eyes, you’re more than happy to weakly wink. Addressing Yoongi while regarding your favorite athlete, you divulge, “Won’t be the first time.” 

“Yeah, yeah.”

You smile while biting your plush, waiting for Jin’s instructions if he has any. When you see the camera light illuminate the headboard in front of you, he simply encourages,

“Make me proud, angel.”

Anything to do just that. 

You swirl around, lifting yourself with your thighs before slamming back down as far as you can. 

But you can only go down so far. He’ll dig into your guts if you take him in all the way.

“Why so shy,” he goads, chains sparkling above angry reddened skin. “He can know how you fuck me.”

“Fuck.” You grit your teeth as he chuckles. “You’re just so damn big.”

“Your mouth didn’t seem to mind.”

Damn, he got you there. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” Jin continues to coax as he slides a large hand up your thigh. “Unless you wanna do this my way.”

As much as you do, you need to be able to walk out of this house. 

So you brave the rest of his length, whimpering as you focus on loosening your cunt and slipping more and more of him inside.

“That’s it, angel,” Jin grunts, gripping your hip. “Fuck, you’re sending me this video, too.”

Oh, shit. You fucking forgot you were being recorded.

Somehow, that information loosens you enough to be comfortable, and you want to make a movie that’ll convince Seokjin to not look for anything else.

Jin groans as you switch gears completely, riding him like he’s paid you a disgusting amount of money. When the muscles in his neck protrude, you can’t help but lick along their delectable lines. 

If the breathy sounds in your ear aren’t enough, the groans behind your back serve as further encouragement.

And feeling thoroughly appreciated by both of them, you nip at Jin’s throat while throwing your ass back to give Yoongi even more of an erotic view. 

“Fuck. Do that again, kitten.”

You do.

“Arch that back.”

Jin takes one of your nipples in his mouth as you happily obey, flipping your head back and sighing to the ceiling. 

His licks and sucks spurn you to move at a sensual pace, hungry for any and all friction you can grab. His cock is splitting you apart in the best way, and you feel everything as you swivel around in circle after slow circle.

“Slap her ass, Jin.” 

You moan when the man immediately does so. 

And mewl when he does it even harder. 

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

You feel Yoongi’s curses hit your back again, and you swivel your hips around. Knowing you can do more, you glide all the way up and down his pulsing girth, even bringing your hands around to grip your asscheeks before spreading them. 

There’s no telling where this you came from. Maybe it’s the way these two are making you feel, or maybe you’re just completely entranced by their charm. 

Either way, you burst with lust and attraction when you hear Yoongi grit out, 

“So fucking nasty.” 

Right after, Jin snags your chin in his hands before bringing you to his face. “Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, sweetheart.” 

You manage out a laugh, and you hate hate hate how shy it is. “Me neither,” you admit. “I don’t know what’s happening.” 

“Well.” He kisses you rough before ripping away. “Don’t let us stop you.” 

You shake your head, agreeing to keep whatever the hell this is going. “I won’t.”

“Good.” 

“Lemme have her.” 

Jin peeks out from behind you to scold, “Wait your turn!”

God, they really are roommates. The level of pettiness between them is hilariously childish. 

And to further your point, Yoongi’s complaint makes you burst. “You took all her lip gloss, lemme have this.”

You can’t help but keep your smile intact when Seokjin softly chuckles, snuggling yourself in his creased eyes and bobbing shoulders. When he turns to you, his curve goes diagonal before patting your ass. “Go ahead, baby. Show him how you pity fuck.” 

Your laugh punctures the ceiling, almost drowning out Yoongi’s drawn out, “Wow.”  

But you’re already obliging, whimpering when you feel the loss of Jin’s cock. The level of need you feel should scare you as you make your shaky way over his cut waist, but it doesn’t. Maybe later, you muse as you spot Yoongi sitting on the edge of the mattress, propped up by lazy arms behind him. 

When you arrive between his legs, the blond tosses your phone to Jin. “You better record this,” he drawls. “I recorded her fucking you like a pornstar.” 

“You don’t trust me?” Seokjin holds up the device on a bent knee. “I like seeing her like this.” 

“I’d drink to that,” he agrees, slowly chuckling when you fidget in place. “She’s so fucking good.” 

“Too good.” 

You fold your lips in, waiting for any instructions that Yoongi has, if any. From the looks of things, it seems like he’s just waiting for a bus instead of getting fucked, leaned back and facing Jin instead of you. 

“Uhh.”

He turns to smirk your way, and you know he senses your clench around nothing. “Yes, princess?”

“Do you want me to…?”

“What?”

“You’re not moving.” You aim confusion his way, trying your damned hardest to not look at the silver around his neck. “I don’t know what you want.” 

What’s his game here? You wanna fuck him into next week, but… Is there a reason why he wanted you so suddenly?

He watches you fiddle with the tie before roaming hungry, blown out eyes all the way up to your face. 

“Skirt off.”

Wordlessly, you unzip, slipping it off until it falls. 

“Tie, too.” 

Again, you loosen the accessory, marveling at just how wet it feels before you throw it behind you. 

Finally, all of you are completely naked. And you wonder what both of them are thinking, their collective silence being beaten out by the muffled music downstairs.

When Yoongi says his last request, you shiver.

“Want those tits in my face.”

“Then lie down for me.” 

He follows your command immediately, but not without tugging your upper body down with him. Instantly taking one of your nipples in his mouth, he twists the other, causing you to moan and start sliding onto his cock without further coercion. 

Fuck, you haven’t taken two dicks in succession this way, either. If you thought your mouth had work cut out for it, this is slightly more difficult. 

“Slow down, kitten,” he whispers before taking another nipple in his mouth. “Fuck, you’re still tight after that?” 

You whimper again as he tweaks the other breast, groping the flesh in a rough palm after a light slap. The buildup that you felt on Jin is coming back with more force, and you push through the discomfort purely to feel full again. You need it need it need it.

Bliss again. Fulfilled again.

Yoongi hums before sucking on a nub, and your body is so stimulated that your movements are decided for you, gasps leaving your unhinged jaw as you ride him with thrusts that fill your soul.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans into your chest—a name he’s only given you on a few occasions. You’ve noticed that he only says this when he’s completely gone, so you take this as a sign to thrust yourself onto him harder. Harder. Harder. “Shit!” 

Bending down to attack his neck, you murmur into his skin, “You gonna come?”

“I want to, fuck.” 

“Yeah? You wanna fill me up?” 

“Fuck. You know I do.” 

“Do it. If you aren’t a pussy,” you grit, yanking his ear with your teeth and loving his hisses. 

This always happens with him. No matter how commanding he is, he always gives you room to do what you want. Room to make him a shuddering mess. 

You love being in control. And it seems that Yoongi is the one that understands that on a deeper level than anyone else. Because, you assume, he’s the exact same.

“Fuck me, Min,” you plead, sighing in satisfaction when you feel strong arms flip your positions in a few swift movements.

“Cut the shit and say my name.”

“Yoongi,” you whimper, yelping when he thrusts into you with a long stroke.

“Louder.”

“Yoongi.” You whisper before you feel him hit a spot that activates stars. “Yoongi!”

Your body goes completely limp as he bucks into you at a stunning pace, and your yelps make Jin stroke his cock even faster. 

“My god,” you hear him groan to himself, and you turn your head to see him staring at you instead of through your phone. 

“Eyes on me.”

You flick your gaze upward, moans breathy as you feel his chains swing across your chest. “I’m… So close,” you stutter out, gripping his biceps on each side.

“I feel it.”

“I feel you, too.”

It’s there. Your release. It’s approaching with a vengeance from being denied once, and you know it’s going to consume you whole. 

It’s here. It’s here here here—

“Sit up,” Yoongi suddenly orders before pushing himself up, vacating your cunt in the blink of an eye.

Thrown off, you’re about to yell before he grits out, “Stand up. Feet on the floor.”

Oh, fuck. 

He’s gonna split you open.

“Shit.” 

“Uh huh.” 

Wincing, you move sore thighs from the bed, planting shaky feet on the ground when your hips are gripped. 

Right before Yoongi sits back down on the bed, though, he plants a kiss on your shoulder, and the action almost resets your brain.

But he settles before slowly twisting you, so you can’t really gauge his expression—and if you need to be confused or not.

“Why this now,” you gasp as he tugs you back down onto him again. “You were about to—”

“You’re coming first.” 

“Huh?” 

“Let’s see it, angel,” Seokjin agrees as he slides off the bed. As you see him walk up, he’s still filming from above as he continues, “You first.” 

“Oh.” Why do you feel those stupid butterflies again? Why are both of them a little strange tonight? “Oka—Min!” 

The spank causes Jin to chuckle, and you turn around to pout at a Yoongi winking in amusement. “What was that for?”

“For being too good at this.” 

“What.” 

You feel a hand slap your breast, and you jolt at the pleasure sent to your core. You whip around to regard Jin as he tags on, “He’s right. You sure you aren’t a pro?”

“Are you even tired?”

“I’m fucking exhausted,” you exhale. “I’m just… not a quitter.” 

They both laugh at different levels, and Yoongi observes, “You really don’t wanna lose this bet, huh.” 

…You don’t have the heart to tell him you forgot about it. 

“Something like that.” 

“Get to it then, nasty girl.” Yoongi sits up fully and plants his hands on your hips. “Gimme this wet pussy.” 

“I—fuck!” You fold forward as his thrusts catch you off-guard, your walls back to throbbing and pulsing around his length. 

But there’s no rest because your head is suddenly yanked back.

“Look here, angel,” Jin orders with finality, and you don’t even realize your eyes are so lidded until you try to see him. “Open that mouth wide.”

When you do, both you and Yoongi groan at the way Jin spits on your tongue. 

Fuck—

Stern fingers close around your throat, forcing your upper body still while Yoongi keeps his merciless pace. “Don’t swallow until I say so.” 

Fucking hell. 

You may as well have left the planet entirely, your body no longer yours and entirely theirs and theirs alone. Limp and drunk with lust, you float, the rhythm of your heartbeat matching the thrusts between your folds.

It’s not even you that announces that you’re close to coming. Because aside from guttural breaths, you find that you no longer know any inkling of speech. Instead, you only hear commands. 

“Let them see you come, baby girl.” 

“Ah ah, look right here.” 

As Jin lets go of your airway, your body obeys without a second thought, as if it knows nothing else except the sounds of their voices. Thousands upon thousands of waves pull you under, tugging your eyes far into the reaches of your head. Pulses. Waves. Light. Sound. For a moment, you arrive at the gates of Heaven, waiting on stinging knees to be banished to the deepest circles of Hell. 

“Holy fuck, she’s milking the shit outta me.” 

“I said swallow, angel.” 

You gulp, gasping out a high whine as you keep sucking Yoongi in with force, tears rolling down your sweaty cheeks and feeling shocks all over your limbs. Hot spurts fill your cunt, and you realize what’s happening a lot later than you should have.

And, slowly—in the midst of their casual exchange—you descend back down to reality on quivering legs.

“Good girl.” 

“Did her eyes do that thing?”

“When they roll back? Yeah.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” 

“Holy fuck,” you rasp, leaning forward until Jin gently holds you up. 

And you breathe. And breathe some more. 

It’s strange, how you feel weightless and yet so, so heavy. 

Above you, the words that strike you are a sharp contrast to the hand cradling your head. “Who said you were done?” 

You squeak.

“Back on the bed, princess,” Yoongi confirms, spanking a cheek before slowly lifting you off of his drenched length. When you feel fingers slowly lodge hot cum back into your cunt, you whimper as he growls, “Goddamn… Keep this shit in.” 

“Give me like, two seconds,” you breathe out, twisting and flopping onto your forearms when Yoongi moves. 

Holy shit, you’ll need a miracle to get to your second finish. You don’t even know if your brain is working anymore, relying solely on your body to take over. 

Mercifully, you hear the doorknob jiggle again. Which means one of them has to scare off yet another horny couple.

Seems like it’s Seokjin again. You hear Yoongi right beside your head, assuming he’s on the ground and leaning on the edge of the mattress. “You tapping out?” 

“No,” you quickly deny, exhaling before breathing in again. “Wanna come for both of you.” 

You bury your face into scratchy sheets before giving yourself a few more breaths, faintly hearing a conversation happen at the doorway. When you’re more ready, you lift tired, smeared eyes to see Yoongi staring at you with pride.

“Fucking incredible.” 

Don’t say that. 

“Please,” you brush him off. “I… I know that.” 

He grins, blond hair plastered to his forehead in bunches. When he flicks his gaze above your spent bones, he watches for a second before looking back at you. “You really okay?”

“Mmhmm.” 

“You’ve done this before, right?”

“Only once. You?”

“Once or twice,” he clearly undersells.

“I like it.”

Yoongi offers the smallest smile, reaching to brush a thumb over your cheek. “I can see that.”

Why is he so different tonight? Does he think you need this level of affection right now? Have you really gotten soft for him or is this the bliss tampering with your feelings? You bite your lip to keep from grinning, flinching when he lightly slaps you before gripping your chin in his wet fingers. 

“Such a pretty whore.” 

Yes. This is better. Stay out of that touchy territory. “So are you.” 

“Thanks.” 

Seokjin’s hand comes down on your ass in a playful spank, and you launch forward from the shock of it alone. “Jin, what the fuck!” 

“Ah, you are alive.”

Oh, you are going to fight both of them. For several rounds. “You could’ve just as—” 

Another spank to your other cheek tugs out a moan, and Jin quips as Yoongi chuckles, “This is much more fun. You okay now, sweetheart?”

“Unfortunately.” 

“Now I’m hurt.” 

Laughing, you roll over exhausted muscles and spread your legs just a bit. “I’ll make it better.” 

Thoroughly satisfied, Jin positions himself above you, another set of jewelry swaying over your chest. “In that case,” he puffs against your face before sitting on his haunches, tugging your sore as fuck thighs above his taut muscles. “I’m heartbroken.” 

You can only whimper as he slaps your filled cunt with his cock before pushing inside, and you wince while accommodating him as best as you can. 

“Breathe, angel.” 

“Sorry,” you gasp. “So fucking full.”

“You take it so well. Just relax.” 

“Mmhmm.” 

Once pleasure leaks into your cunt instead, you feel unbelievable. You would’ve thought the opposite after taking in Yoongi so roughly, but Seokjin is rubbing against all the right places and shocking you back to life. 

Holy shit, he feels good. Too too good. His cock keeps hitting a spot that springs stars to your eyes, and you can’t decide whether to watch him or slam your eyelids tight from too much pleasure. 

When you pick the first option, you regret it immediately, groaning at his gold hitting his taut chest with every fast stroke. His eyes are completely entranced by your pussy getting reamed, and you can only assume how filthy it must look from his angle. How terribly, wonderfully filthy.

“I knew it would miss me,” he slowly chuckles. “It knew who to wait for.” 

“Annoying,” Yoongi mutters, and you loll your head sideways to send the disgruntled cameraman a grin. 

As your body rocks with Jin’s thrusts, your curve devolves into a lip bite, and you suddenly wonder how fucked out you must look in the recording. Frankly, you can’t wait to see the movies. You might get yourself off to them more times than you will ever admit.

“Look at me.”

You furrow your brows at the camera lens. “I am.” 

“At me.”

What? 

…Does Yoongi mean himself? 

Warily obliging, you lock eyes with him as he keeps holding your phone. 

And you almost regret it. Because why the hell is he looking at you like that? 

It’s making your chest cave in. Your heart is starting to expand in two different directions. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Destroy the moment. 

Panting and arching upward when Jin palms one of your nipples, you gasp, “Lemme suck you off.” 

Yoongi snags the bait. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

“If you’re gonna do that,” Jin interjects, yanking himself out of your wet core with a squelch. “Hands and knees, angel.” 

Fuck. The moment you’ve anticipated the most is just in reach. 

You may actually hit your second wave, and it might be even stronger than the first. It damn well might take you out completely.

As you force yourself over and up on all fours, you feel the bed dip as Yoongi gets in front of fuck Seokjin is wasting no time in sheathing himself again. Shit, he feels divine from this position, his balls tapping your clit and making your dirty soul sing.

And though you can’t see Yoongi through shut eyes, you can certainly smell him. The scent is heady, offensively, distinctly sexual. 

Goddamn, all of you made this room filthy as fuck.

Finally, you peel your eyes open to see him stroking himself, instinctively leaning forward to lick the salty bead of liquid at his tip. When he hums, you realize with heated cheeks what the mixed flavor on your tongue is supposed to be. 

Because of all the things you’ve done tonight, that is the one that makes you embarrassed.

Another lick. 

“Fuck...” 

You’re about to be completely filled, and the thought alone coaxes drool from your mouth and onto some poor guy’s sheets. Giggling and virtually high off lust, you wrap fingers around Yoongi to offer some slick strokes of your own, taking him and moaning around his ridges. 

“Get her ass, Jin.”

Seokjin’s thrusts suddenly go deep and fast as he grips your hips with strength, and your abrupt screams are completely muffled by Yoongi’s cock. As you’re launched forward, you take more of him in, and your mind utterly and completely blanks. 

You’ve never felt so euphoric. So gone. So separated from earth and existence entirely. 

Being filled to the brim is doing things to you that you never thought possible. Connection to one person is already fulfilling to you. But two? Having two people ravishing you like you’re their last thread to reality makes your head spin until it never stops. 

You’re close. Fuck, you’re so fucking close already and you know that Jin can feel it. Hands grip your hips impossibly hard before he stutters out,

“Fuck, angel, you—fuck!” 

Yoongi catches on immediately, his voice gravelly and volcanic as he speaks, “Gonna come one more time?”

You can only offer a hum around him, causing him to groan before commanding quick, “Then look here, kitten. Uh uh, at me.” 

As you gaze up, you see the light of the camera shining on your face, still wondering how the fuck being recorded turns you on tenfold. 

It’s enough to fling you off the ledge completely. 

Everything crashes and crumbles down as you milk Jin impossibly hard, and you yell when Yoongi shoves into your loosened mouth as far as he can. When you take him all in, his lustful breath pours over you in a wave, matching the ones battering you against your own merciless shore. 

Pulse after pulse wracks your body as you shudder around the two of them, and you feel all your hands and legs giving out. Jin’s cum squirts into you, again and again, and you’ve never felt so dirty and beautiful in your goddamned life. 

When Yoongi rips himself from your mouth, you grasp for all the air in the world as you sink into the sheets, and Jin slides out of you with a groan. 

Holy shit, you are full down there. 

You crumple onto the mattress, labored breaths mixing with theirs as they both follow you in seconds. 

Yoongi’s pants are shallow as you watch sweat drip from his bangs, and you can feel Jin’s hot puffs on your back.

And no words are spoken for seconds. And seconds.

And seconds.

It’s Jin that swallows before rasping out first, “You okay?”

You exhale before gulping in more air. “Mmhmm.”

“Neither of y’all… better pass out,” Yoongi pants. “I need you… to carry me out when I do.”

Lazily, you swat his slick arm. “I’m leaving you if that happens.”

“Same. I got a tourney tomorrow.”

Huh? Jin has a whole ass tournament and decided to do this? “Wait, really?”

“Yoongi has a lab in six hours, too.” 

“Dude.”

“What?” Why did they both decide to do this with you? They clearly shouldn’t have. “Why did you both…”

“Don’t worry about us, angel.”

“We couldn’t let you lose.” 

“Thanks…” You gnaw on your lip, shyly adding on something you’ve been thinking about ever since getting into this godforsaken room with them, “But don’t get mad if I don’t end up showing them.”

“Huh?”

“What.”

“I think… I think they’ll legitimately hate me if I do,” you explain, expecting the reactions that you got from both sprawled out men. “They wanna fuck y’all so bad.”

“Of course they do.” 

“I fucked one of them, but. It was mid.”

“Well goddamn,” you laugh, raspy and pitied. Damn, your entire body—inside and out—is gonna be sore for days. “Don’t tell me which one.” 

“Do whatever you want with the videos,” Jin cuts in before gently stroking your back. “But I want them.”

“Fuckin’ same.”

Both of them want the recordings? You heard Seokjin say he wants one, but Yoongi, too? 

Interesting. Even more interesting that you feel like you can trust both of them to respect what you want. 

“Okay,” you sigh. “But don’t share them just yet.”

“Are you kidding? I’m shy.”

You pretend to elbow a chuckling Jin when Yoongi comments,

“They’ll just have to believe us when we say it happened.” 

Very, very interesting. 

“Deal,” you agree, hissing when moving your leg a mere millimeter makes you wince. “Fuck, I can’t even move. I dunno how I’m getting home.”

“I drove,” Seokjin notes as Yoongi runs a hand along your arm. “We can take you.” 

“K.”

The blond manages to lift his head to launch a comment over your body, “Damn, we should’ve just done this at our place.”

And as you feel soft fingers caress your back again, Seokjin responds with something that shocks and excites you all the same,

“Next time.” 

Spent. Exhausted. Completely satisfied and fulfilled. 

These are dangerous positions to be in when you’re grappling with a myriad of feelings. If you could go back in time, you’d laugh at yourself for thinking this could be done without entertaining emotions. Scoff at how cocky you were just to think that it was possible. 

But… you’d also simply watch past you from afar. Watch with a knowing gaze how you came into this house with a lot less to think about, but also a little less direction. 

Later, you’ll have quite a few things to sort out. For now, you allow yourself to admit a couple truths. 

Like the fact that you’ll lose this stupid bet. 

And the fact that you might like both of the people that helped you.

“Exactly,” you hum through a smile. “Next time.”

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Jiminnn [3:09am]: fuck

Jiminnn [3:09am]: hobi and i just heard from yoongi

Jiminnn [3:10am]: if you’re ever down for another round

Jiminnn [3:10am]: let us know

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