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Continuation of Under The Scene.

Ever since Taehyung heard you and Jungkook going at it late at night, it never left his mind. His mind clouded with thoughts, imaginations, dreams—even wishes. And because of having no control of resitance, he needed to touch himself. But he didn’t expect what would happen next once he did.

ᝰ pairings ➜ idol!jungkook x f!reader x idol!taehyung

ᝰ words ➜ 6.3k (23 min)

ᝰ cw ➜ bts dorm era, secret relationship, threesome, mentions of sexual content, explicit content, pwp, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), blowjob, face fucking, cowgirl, dirty talk, mini oneshot

Taehyung was never one to get aroused by a girl easily. Especially not by his own member’s secret girlfriend. But when he heard you from the other side of the wall as Jungkook fucked you senseless? He knew he was fucked the second he felt his dick grow inside his pants. 

He knew it was wrong. He knew he should just sleep it off instead of staying up to eavesdrop on you two having sex. He knew he shouldn’t even be aroused about it in the first place.

But apparently, his dick seemed to disagree.

When Taehyung slowly gave up and shoved his hand inside his boxers, he was surprised to feel precum already coming out of the tip of his cock. 

He bit his lip, closing his eyes as he started palming the tip. He listened to the both of you from the other room as he played with himself. It’s so perverted. But he couldn’t stop.

He continued, listening closely to the situation happening in the other room. He heard your moans and Jungkook’s grunts mixing together. To Taehyung, that seemed like a bunch of harmonies singing in his ears.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He heard Jungkook groan out. Followed by more of your breathy moans, whining Jungkook’s name over and over again like a prayer.

He jerked his hips up, pushing inside his hand that subconsciously tightened around his dick while he was stroking it up and down. Imagining it was you. Your pussy. Your walls. Clenching warmly around him.

He surpressed his moans all while doing so, he didn’t dare to get caught right now. Not while he was picturing you and Jungkook having sex. Not while he was touching himself with closed eyes. Not while he was openly listening to the both of you like an ASMR video helping him get off.

“Please—Koo, gonna cum” Koo. That sounded so fucking cute coming out of your mouth. Taehyung thought. He’s heard you call Jungkook that before, many times. Heck, he even teased Jungkook about it with the other members. 

But this? It hit so differently.

You were calling Jungkook a cute endearment while he was balls deep inside of you. Pounding like an animal with an inhumane pace. And he wondered—if he was fucking you, would you shorten his name too?

The imagination clouded his mind, picturing you on his bed while he’s inside of you. Whispering sweet nothings to him as he fucked you desperately. 

“Tae—Fuck. You feel so good.” He imagined you moaning out. Causing a small moan to escape his own lips. And from the side of the room, he imagined Jungkook. Masturbating as Taehyung fucked his girlfriend on his bed. 

He continues imagining, with Jungkook walking towards him. Jungkook grabbed one of his hands and guided it to his cock, gesturing him to stroke it for him. “That’s right, Tae… Fuck.” Jungkook groans, throwing his head back. Honorifics be damned. 

Jungkook calling him without addressing him as the older brother—it turned Taehyung on. More than he thought it would.

Taehyung was going wild. Feral, almost. His own imaginations edging him close. Until he snapped back to reality and heard Jungkook from the other room.

“Gonna cum, baby. Fucking take it—take it like the good fucking girl you are.” 

He himself spills on his hand that’s been gripping almost painfully around his cock too, slipping a low groan out of his mouth when he does. He stays silent for a hot minute, eyes still closed.

Until he opened his eyes, post-nut clarity hitting him hard. He had just listened to the both of you having sex, it shouldn’t have had turned him on. But it did. Because he just came embarrassingly hard from the thought of you both in his room.

-

Few days have passed, all BTS members were rehearsing on stage for their comeback performance. Everyone wore casual, practice clothes. Jungkook, who’s been oblivious to Taehyung’s repeating glances, was wearing his usual black oversized shirt and black sweatpants.

Taehyung hasn’t been able to stay still ever since the night he heard you two. He kind of started regretting that he stayed up for it, honestly. Because now? His mind’s wrapped up all around the thought of it.

When they started rehearsing, Taehyung kept making small mistakes. It was obvious that something was bothering him. Everyone noticed this every time he made a mistake and apologized to everyone. Jimin, his best friend, walks up to him while they were on water break.

“Taehyung-ah” He called out, placing a hand on his teammate’s shoulder. With a concerned look on his face, he asks. “What’s up with you? Are you alright?”

Taehyung saw the worried eyes his best friend had, he smiled a little and nodded his head. “I’m alright, just tired I guess. I’ve been sleeping late lately.” He explained.

That was true. His insomnia developed because of that night. Every night, all he could think of was how loud you were around Jungkook. How impactful Jungkook’s words were.

Jimin hesitates for a second, but nodding it off. Understanding that his best friend might’ve been having trouble sleeping again. “Just make sure to keep your body healthy. It’s okay to make mistakes.” Jimin assures with a smile on his face, which makes Taehyung smile too. 

Jungkook notices them from a distance. He jogs over, stopping just beside Taehyung. “Hyung, are you okay?” He sighs out with his big, doe eyes looking into Taehyung’s.

Taehyung stilled, his mind painted with a flashback.

“That’s right, Tae… Fuck.”

Taehyung immediately shrugs the thought off of his mind, cheeks turning pink. “Um, yeah. I’m—I’m fine.” He managed to stutter out.

“He said he’s been sleeping late these days.” Jimin cuts in, looking at Jungkook. Jungkook raised a brow at this, hand reaching up to Taehyung’s neck.

“Why, hyung? Is there something bothering you?” Jungkook asks as he massages Taehyung’s neck. It was normal. They all usually do this to each other. So it shouldn’t have affected him. But it does. It sent immediate heat all over his body, his body shuddering slightly with every press of Jungkook’s hand.

Jungkook noticed it. How Taehyung melted into his touch. How his body trembled minimally. How he closed his eyes, reacting to his touch. Jungkook furrows his brows at this, Taehyung never reacted to his neck massages. So why was he reacting like this now?

Taehyung, with this lips partly open, sighs out a small breathy moan. Which surprised himself. He opened his eyes to see Jungkook staring at him intently.

“Nothing, just—just..“ Taehyung’s voice trailed off. Surprised to see the sudden change in Jungkook’s eyes. “Couldn’t sleep properly. That’s all.” He explained.

Jungkook hummed in response, eyes squinting slightly. Jungkook didn’t seem to believe him. Jimin, however, was distracted enough by Jin and Yoongi joking with each other. He didn’t notice the intense tension Jungkook and Taehyung had while they stared at each other.

Taehyung was so nervous, he swore he was almost gonna fall down to his knees right then and there. Just because of Jungkook’s stare.

When Taehyung finally broke the eye contact and looked ahead, Jungkook stops the pressure of his hand. But he lets it rest there, on the back of his now sweating frozen teammate’s neck.

While Taehyung is obviously wary of Jungkook, an idea pops into the latter’s mind. Jungkook would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t curious about Taehyung’s reactions to his touch. That heat wasn’t secretly creeping up all over his senses. So, he tries to test it. Test Taehyung.

Taehyung’s breath hitched as he felt the hand that was resting on his neck leave and travel down his spine. His eyes widened a bit, body nearly arching from the touch. And he realized what Jungkook was doing.

He was caressing him. Touching him. Slowly.

As if telling him one thing: Feel my touch and give me another reaction.

And Taehyung does give him a reaction. By the time Jungkook’s hand reached just above his waistband, he felt a press right there. Taehyung almost threw his head back, lips parting again. His breath quickened evidently.

As if one press wasn’t enough, Jungkook experimentally inserts two of his fingertips inside his waistband. And he tugs it like a slingshot. 

Taehyung grips his mic hard, gulping harshly from what Jungkook just did. He was losing his sanity. A million questions and thoughts running through his mind. Because why was Jungkook doing this?

And Jungkook? He’s been smirking smugly the entire time. Seeing his older member shiver from his touch, it amused him in ways he didn’t know it would. He started to enjoy teasing Taehyung like this. 

Before Jungkook could tease him even more, one of the staff members yelled out that they were done for the day. A cue for them to go home and rest. Taehyung, who heard it clearly, finally lets out a sigh. Relieved that he can finally escape Jungkook and the tension that was circling around them.

But just as he was about to leave, Jungkook tugs his waistband just one more time. Making Taehyung catch another breath. He pats Taehyung’s back, leaning to his ear. 

“Saved by the bell.” Jungkook whispers sweetly before leaving him alone, swinging an arm around Hoseok with a smile so innocent you wouldn’t even suspect what he was doing to Taehyung seconds ago.

Taehyung was flabbergasted. He stood there in shock and in pure confusion. Jungkook’s small whisper repeating in his head. Saved by the bell? What does he mean by that?

Taehyung snaps from his thoughts when Jimin calls him over. So he shrugs off his thoughts, for now. Jogging to Jimin so they could go home too.

-

When everyone got back at the dorm, Taehyung was genuinely surprised to see you standing in the living room. In his head, you were the last person he wanted to see right now. But in his heart, he knew he wanted to see you so fucking much.

You greet the boys happily, smiling and waving. Jungkook rushed to you, smiling widely. He carried you up, twirling you around like you two were in a movie. And when he puts you down, he wasn’t done. He smothered your face with kisses, hugging your waist tightly.

He cups your face, finally pressing his lips into yours. All the members started to groan, nose scrunching in disgust. But Taehyung? He was watching in awe. He didn’t even notice he was staring intently at the two of you practically making out in front of them.

You were a little small, so your heel was off the floor. You stood on your tiptoes to try and match your tall boyfriend’s level. Humming contently as you both kissed. Jungkook smiled, leaning more to deepen the kiss you both were sharing. His grip on your waist tightening just a tad bit.

And for a second, Taehyung was stuck in his own fantasy again. Seeing you two together couldn’t help the thoughts invading his mind. Would you stand on your tiptoes too if he kissed you? Would Jungkook smile in the kiss they’d share too? Would you ruffle his hair too? Would Jungkook lean in deeper too?

“Okay slow down there, kangaroo. We’re still in the room.” Taehyung is back to reality when he heard Jin complain to the two. Jungkook only pulls back with a smug grin on his face, biting his lip. 

“Are you staying here for the night again, Y/N?” Namjoon asks, putting his bag down on the sofa and turns to you. You nodded in response, finally letting go of your clingy boyfriend. “Heard today was your last rehearsal, so I cooked dinner for you guys.”

All the members exclaimed, feet already moving to the kitchen for the food you cooked. Jungkook hugged you from behind, smothering your shoulders with soft kisses as the members left one by one. He mumbled a small “thank you” before turning you around to face him. 

With a quiet, seductive whisper, you lean to his ear with a knowing grin. “You can thank me better later.” Jungkook instantly gets the message, hands traveling down to your ass to squeeze it gently. When he looks up from you, he notices Taehyung who definitely had just seen him cupping his girlfriend’s ass. 

His hands are so big.. it fits her round butt perfectly. He thinks. He coughs awkwardly, touching his nape and charges his phone by the TV. He found his thoughts weird himself, and it was a pain that it wouldn’t leave his head.

Jungkook scoffs at Taehyung’s obvious awkwardness with an intrigued smile on his face. You notice this, and your eyes follow his own eyes’ view. You make immediate eye contact with Taehyung as he turned back around to face you two. 

He looks awkward. Did he see us? You ask yourself. But you already know he did. Jungkook’s hands hadn’t left your ass. It stayed there, massaging you softly right in front of another member. For a second, Taehyung’s eyes moved from yours to your ass then back to yours. With your lips curling upwards, you ask him without breaking eye contact. “Like what you see, Tae?”

Tae. As soon as Taehyung heard that nickname leave your mouth, he heard something again.

“Tae—Fuck. You feel so good.” He heard you, moaning in his ear sweetly.

Taehyung slightly shivered, the thought hitting his mind again made his blood boil. Not out of anger, but out of pure heat.

Then he blinks, returning to the real world again. The real world where you and Jungkook were standing in front of him, clinging onto each other as both your attention focused on him. Taehyung mutters a soft “huh?” to pretend he didn’t just hear what you just asked him.

Because honestly? Fuck yeah. He liked it. He liked the view a lot right now.

You just giggle at him, along with Jungkook who was smiling at his hyung’s meekness. Taehyung just swore he heard heaven when your giggles injected into his ears. With a small smile and a soft chuckle, Taehyung asks “what why?” as he gauchely scratches his head.

Jungkook shakes his head, walking to Taehyung while pulling you by the waist. He pats Taehyung’s back and gestures him off to the kitchen with his head. “Let’s just go and eat.” Jungkook laughs off as the three of you walk in the kitchen.

-

The whole dinner was a blast unlike their usual nights. It’s not like they don’t have fun when they’re all together, but there was even more fun because you were there. It was always like that when you’re with them. The boys loved and adored you exactly like you were their 8th member. Not as much as Jungkook does though, of course. 

Taehyung sighs on his bed after pushing his door just slightly to keep it shut but not entirely closed, finally relaxing after a very tense day. He stares up the ceiling with a hand resting against the back of his head, his other hand placed on his chest. 

Since his mind wasn’t as loud as it usually was, he closed his eyes. Finally attempting to relax and sleep. His body shifted and tossed around the bed a few times, trying to find a more comfortable position.

After a while, Taehyung started drifting off to sleep. With his whole body and mind finally at peace, he enters dreamland in an instant.

-

Taehyung has been peacefully sleeping with no any disruptions. When all of a sudden, he wiggles in his sleep. He opens his eyes slowly, starting to wake himself up. And once he gained consciousness, he felt something. Something weird. Something good. Something wet.

He wonders what the feeling was, scrubbing his eyes to wait for his eyes to clarify his vision. And when his vision finally returned, he looks down. Taehyung widens his eyes, gasping sharply at the sight in front of him.

“Y-Y/N..?” He stutters out. You were there. Right in front of him. 

You looked up with a smirk, humming. Around his monster of a cock. Taehyung swore he was about to burst right then and there, but he was so confused. Because why were you there? Why were you doing this? Sucking him fully into your mouth?

A million questions ran through his head while he watched your head bob up and down on his dick. But when he turned his head to the side, he saw Jungkook standing right beside him. Hand lazily stroking his cock with a smug smirk on his face. Taehyung’s eyes went wide—eyeballs almost popping out.

Jungkook places one knee on his bed, leaning closer. He kisses Taehyung’s neck, licking the side playfully, while still playing with his tip. Taehyung was almost in ecstasy. Everything was overwhelming. 

“F-Fuck.. what the fuck.” Taehyung cursed in absolute pleasure. The feeling, the situation—it all felt like a dream. A dream he’d been wishing for. A dream he wanted to fulfill. A dream he needed to become a reality.

Taehyung was so lost in his thoughts—mostly from the fact that the two people are all over him like leeches. He was so, so close to releasing what he needed to spurt out. Until you both stopped.

He rose his head, staring at the two of you in confusion. You just grinned, amused. And you lean down to whisper right against his ear:

“Wake up, Taehyung.”

-

If dreams were supposed to make you wake up in absolute terror and nearly crack the bed as you sit your body up all in the middle of the night, Taehyung would agree to stop dreaming ever again. Because what the hell was that?

It was just a dream. Of course. Not a reality. Not in this reality, at least. But the pleasure felt so real, Taehyung almost cried just by remembering every detail. The way your mouth moved, the way Jungkook hovered over him, the way you both groan into your lips just to send the adrenaline rush throughout his whole body.

All that was just a fucking dream?

Taehyung, with his raging boner, rubs his face in frustration. He falls back with an audible squeak from the bed—a squeak he’s never had the chance to fix yet. He closes his eyes with hands still placed over his face.

He tries to ignore it—tries to fall asleep. But the silence was too loud. And so were his own thoughts. His imaginations. 

All he could hear was your moans. Jungkook's filthy words. Your screams of Jungkook’s name. The sounds of skin slapping, bed creaking, grunts and sighs repeating again and again in his mind. 

So, to get rid of the heat that kept creeping up to his dick, he needed to touch himself. Immediately.

He doesn’t even recognize the way he moves, because he moved too quick that even he was impressed. With one drag of his waistband and one kick to pull it off completely from his body, his angry cock sprung up. The cold air suddenly slapping it caused Taehyung to groan.

It was already so wet, Taehyung didn’t need anything else to help him touch himself comfortably. He wraps his hand around the base, immediately starting with a fast pace. 

He imagined you two again—hovering over him like you did in his dream. He imagined the way you let your tongue play with every active vein visible on his dick. He imagined how adventurous Jungkook is with his free hand, exploring his body bit by bit.

This was so dangerous, but Taehyung liked it. He liked it a little too much.

With his thoughts and the heat mixing together, he unconsciously lets out a moan. But it’s not just any moan—it was your name.

With his eyes closed and his hand tightening around his thick cock, he moans your name out loud. Like a desperate plea. A call for help. He’s pretty sure someone might’ve heard him, but he couldn’t care about it at the moment.

What he didn’t know? You were right outside his door. Walking from the bathroom where you just came from. And of course, what made you stop in your tracks, you heard him. You furrowed your eyebrows at this, curiosity filling your brain instantly.

You debate with your thoughts for a second. You know you shouldn’t. But it was your name, so a little look wouldn’t hurt right? 

With that thought in your head, you move. You turn towards his door that was slightly ajar, finally taking a peek. Then you saw him—Taehyung. He was gripping the sheets, biting his lip, thrusting into his tight hand with eyes closed. Then he does it again. 

“Oh, Y/N.. oh fuck.”He moans your name sweetly.

Jungkook, who was waiting for you to return, left his room next to Taehyung’s to check on you. He saw you standing by Taehyung’s door, lips parted slightly. Your eyes were wide enough to display shock on your face. 

“Baby?” Jungkook called out in a whisper. You whip your head, looking at Jungkook without your wide eyes leaving your expression. You motioned him to come over. 

Jungkook was confused. But he obeyed anyway. And when you move a bit so he could lean in, he’s met with Taehyung’s moans. Not just of your name anymore, but moans of Jungkook’s name as well.

You both stare in shock, eyeing each other for a moment. As if you were questioning each other about the view you’re taking in.

Unbeknownst to Taehyung, he didn’t even feel the couple who’s been watching him intently. He was too busy feeling himself. Too busy groaning, whining, cursing, moaning Jungkook’s and your name repeatedly.

If there was an award for having the quickest speed and amazing stamina for just jacking off, Taehyung thinks he would’ve walked up to receive that on stage with no shame. Because even he was surprised by his own pace. 

With a few more pumps here and there, all while thinking of your hot mouth wrapped around him as he imagines Jungkook pushing his monstrous cock inside his mouth, whispering “Taking me so well.” sweetly into his ear which makes you groan as you constrict around his length, he finally cums.

And God knows how much he has came, because it splatters all over him and his sheets which he hates to think about cleaning right now.

Apparently, You and Jungkook know it too.

Taehyung finally relaxes his body as he sighs, hand falling from his still hard dick to beside his hips. He doesn’t see the movement of the door pushing open. He doesn’t hear the soft footsteps nearing closer to his bed. He’s completely oblivious to the two grins plastered on the couple’s faces along with eyes almost furious from desire.

Taehyung thought he’d finally relax, with his thoughts shutting down thankfully. But a touch jolts him awake, body reacting fully. When he pops his eyes open, he sees you. Holding his dick. Smiling up at him.

Was this another dream? Was he imagining this again?

But no, it felt so real. Because the next second, you take his dick closer to your mouth only to kiss the tip and lick a long stride of his girth afterwards. Taehyung’s body tenses up again, his focus staying solely on you.

He whines audibly when you finally take him into your mouth, sucking it in so deep that it hits the back of your throat. His weak hand merely makes it to your hair. But when it does, he grips it with all his strength. 

“Y/N—your mouth—fuck.” Taehyung groans out loud, voice cracking slightly. He throws his head back, eyes rolling to back of his head as you play with his balls as you continue sucking him repeatedly. He was still highly sensitive from his orgasm just almost a minute ago. All of this, everything you were doing, felt so much for him.

Taehyung, with his brows furrowed, asks you with all his might and with a shaky voice. “Does—shit. Does Jungkook know.. you’re here?” He gulps out. Because as much as what you’re doing felt good, he didn’t actually want to upset his younger member. He doesn’t want to hurt Jungkook, especially not like this.

But as if on cue, a voice emerges from beside him. “He knows.” Taehyung whips his head straight to the voice, he swore his head almost snapped right off from his neck. And when his vision clears like a camera lens focusing on its target, he sees Jungkook walking towards him in just his stupidly hot calvin klein underwear. Not to mention his also enraged boner that could make his tight underwear rip any second.

Jungkook smirks when Taehyung whimpers, eyes shaking. He was scared, confused, but most of all—very aroused. And that was obvious. “Jungkook.. fuck.” Taehyung bites his lip, unable to process. Jungkook was standing right beside him, his boner practically kissing his face. But also, you were blowing him like it was the end of the fucking world.

Who wouldn’t fucking lose their mind over that?

“Look at you, Tae..” Jungkook whispers. Eyebrows almost kissing each other as he examined his older member and his trembling body. Taehyung almost wails at the nickname—it was a hidden trigger for him and his past imaginations with Jungkook. But of course, this wasn’t hidden anymore by the way Jungkook’s expression evidently painted with amusement.

“Oh you like that? Like it when I don’t address you formally, hm?” Taehyung feels two fingers rush to his clothed nipple, tugging and pinching it. His back arches at that, surprising you a bit because it made his dick slam deeper into your mouth. And you moan aloud when he does, sending vibrations all throughout his girth. Jungkook watches you both, genuinely amused. “You’re trembling from my touch, and from my girlfriend’s mouth. Are you not ashamed at all, Taehyung?”

Taehyung wails, a sharp breath inhaling through his lungs. “N-No.. I am.” He whispers under his breath, hands gripping the sheets and your hair tighter than ever, heat rushing through every inch of his body as Jungkook focuses on his nipple. “Didn’t—fuck!—didn’t mean to... hah” He closes his eyes, nearing his high.

“Didn’t mean to, huh? Just accidentally thought to jack off one night while your door was open, moaning both our names?” Jungkook slyly mumbles with his hot voice. He leans down, biting Taehyung’s ear as his hand travels to his throat. Other hand finally palming his neglected boner through his underwear.

For a moment, you pop your mouth off Taehyung’s dick with a smirk. “Good thing I heard you, Tae. Wouldn’t have gotten a chance to suck this dick if I didn’t.” You smirk, kissing the tip once again. You jack him off with your hand. Fast. Tight. Quick. Ready to make him spill.

Taehyung groans from all the touches—the attention. His hand goes from the sheets to Jungkook’s hair, other one thrashing around nothing. 

“You gonna cum, Tae?” You whisper, staring intently at him as your hand doesn’t falter the movements you continued. Jungkook smiles against his ear, chuckling lowly. “Gonna cum for us both baby?” he adds after you.

You pick up the pace even more. Except now, you lean down right near the tip of his dick. And Taehyung wasn’t prepared for what comes next. Because he could barely register the moment, yet you let your tongue slip through your lips, just to lick his tip like a fucking lollipop as you pumped him up and down.

Taehyung loses it right then and there. As Jungkook bites on his ear hard—he spills with a loud moan against your tongue. His cum gushing out immediately only for it to land on your face, the sheets, and on the side of his spent cock.

You giggle. Tasting his release, savoring it like it’s honey. You let out a quiet hum, satisfied, before you climb on top of him after removing your clothes. Except your panties.

Taehyung swore he saw a goddess right before him. Because God did your body look so perfect. His eyes are barely open, but his focus never falters on you. He doesn’t know what you were planning to do. Which only worsens his obvious arousal.

Jungkook stands away, not too far. Still right next to him. Enough distance to watch you both closely. He takes his own underwear off, letting his savage cock finally spring free.

Then, he slowly realizes your intentions. You position your wet underwear right on top of his embarrassingly hard dick. With a small sigh, you drag the length of his cock along your clothed folds. You both almost moan in unison. 

“So good.. holy fuck.” He moans out, hips jerking up in hopes of feeling it again. You watch his movements with a grin, biting your lip at how desperate Taehyung looked. “You like this so much, don’t you?” You push your hips down, finally meeting his eager upward thrust. “Bet you dreamt about this. About us.”

Taehyung could only nod, lost in ecstasy. Lost in the truth too.

Jungkook can see how much strength Taehyung still has with holding back. He found it cute. He knew Taehyung clearly wanted to be inside you already, but he also knew Taehyung was still scared to cross that line.

Well, you were Jungkook’s girlfriend after all. Of course he was.

Jungkook breaks the silence among the harmonized grunts and moans you both slipped out of your lips. “You wanna fuck her, Tae?” He walks over, pushing your hips down harshly. Which makes the two of you curse and tremble like little bitches.

Again, Taehyung could only nod. Frantically this time. Slowly, Jungkook takes his hand and guides it to your soaked panties. He leans down to whisper near Taehyung, also to take in the view of his girlfriend’s cunt. “Pull it aside, she likes being fucked with it on.” 

You whine from Jungkook’s instructions, butterflies practically screaming inside your stomach because he remembers. Because he knows. Taehyung obeyed almost immediately, gawking at the sight of your now exposed—wet pussy in front of his eyes.

“Tae—please.. Koo..” You moan for both of them. It probably sounded like heaven to both their ears. Jungkook smiles. Cooing at the sight of his needy girlfriend. “You’ll get what you want baby. Right, Taehyung?” 

Taehyung’s eyes don’t leave your cunt. And he doesn’t give Jungkook an answer. As if distracted, he lines you up on his dick, and pushes in with no hesitation.

And you? You were surprised as hell. This was new, because it wasn’t Jungkook. It wasn’t your boyfriend. Instead, it was his hot member. It was Taehyung. And fuck did the rawness and unfamiliar feeling turn you on. 

Jungkook, amused and aroused by Taehyung’s actions, licks his lips at the sight. He hums, seeing you sink down Taehyung’s dick, satisfied as if he was watching the Mona Lisa being painted.

He drags his hand over his own veiny cock, grunting alone as you finally take Taehyung fully inside of you. His dick felt like it could burst just from seeing you thrash around nothing. Whimpering from the stretch of his older member’s girth.

And Taehyung? He’s having the best time of his life. Not only were you tightly wrapped around him warmly, Jungkook was also beside him playing with his poor massive cock.

He lets you take your time to adjust, before you start moving to jack his dick off with your glistening pussy. You both moan in unison, huffing together, as you bounced on him.

Taehyung watches you in awe. You had sweat all over your body, hair messy, tits bouncing like two huge balls with a chocochip in the middle. Taehyung uses one of his hand to cup your left breast, massaging it while tugging your nipple playfully.

When you let out a moan from his actions, he smirks. “Like it when I play with your tits like this, baby?” He coos. Other hand travelling to your bouncing ass.

You could only nod, hands reaching for Jungkook for support. Jungkook immediately understood and let you hold onto him. “Fucking slut. Can’t even fuck yourself properly.” Jungkook throws from his lips, a grin forming after. His harsh words were enough to make you cower, whimpering softly as you tried to continue.

Taehyung, who was nice enough because you were literally making his dream come true, used both his hands to stop you. And when you do, confused, he fucks you hard. Hands gripping your ass tightly as he thrusts himself up deep.

“Fuck! Tae—so g-good!” You can barely control your voice as you screamed in pleasure. Taehyung just picks up the pace, not even caring about shutting your loud mouth up. Because he likes it. He likes hearing you scream just for him. Scream just because of him.

Your grip on Jungkook’s shoulder tightens, his hand on his cock moved faster to match Taehyung’s pace. But he could tell even his hand was getting tired from jacking off all night, so he thought of an idea.

“Tae.” He calls out, earning a soft “hmm?” from Taehyung. Jungkook doesn’t say anything for the next 7 seconds. Instead, he holds Taehyung’s face in place, lining up his cock on Taehyung’s trembling lips.

Taehyung’s eyes widen softly, looking up to Jungkook. Jungkook only smirks as he looks down. “Think you can handle me, pretty boy?”

Taehyung only nods frantically, hips still snapping up and down consistently inside you. Jungkook took this as a sign to push his cock inside Taehyung’s mouth. And he groans. Loud. “That’s right, Tae… fuck.” He sighs out. Thrusting through his lips.

You focus your eyes on the sight you had below you, Taehyung with his pretty lips wrapped around your boyfriend while he was balls deep inside you. It was so, so lewd. And you loved it.

Jungkook leans down to you, capturing your lips in a sweet, very passionate kiss. You moan into each other’s mouths from ecstasy. Taehyung, who saw this, moans lovingly and sends vibrations to Jungkook’s dick.

As soon as Jungkook pulls away from the kiss to grip Taehyung’s hair and fuck his mouth harder, you find your own hands grabbing Taehyung’s torso for better support. “Tae—fuck. You feel so good.” You moaned out.

Taehyung’s brows furrows and closes his eyes from hearing that. Jungkook was even more impressed and turned on because Taehyung had no gag reflex. It drove him insane. “Fuck, Taehyung. Taking me so fucking well.” He grunts.

“Couldn’t fucking resist huh? You were moaning our names all alone in your room.” Jungkook talks, making Taehyung lose his sanity.

You continue Jungkook’s words, smiling down dangerously to Taehyung. “This is what you get for being so fucking needy for us, Tae. Take it all.”

Taehyung, who was overwhelmed, senses that he was going to cum anytime soon. He taps Jungkook’s thighs frantically, signaling. You notice this and immediately call it out.

“You cumming Tae?” Taehyung opens his eyes to look at you and tries to nod. You giggle lowly, nodding your head too. “I’m close too—hah..”

Jungkook throws his head back, groaning. “I’m fucking cumming too, shit.” He says as he fucks Taehyung’s mouth faster than ever. Chasing his high.

Taehyung’s hips didn’t give up either, hands practically digging into your skin as he nears his own high.

“C-Cumming! Fuck!” You scream as a warning, spilling against Taehyung’s rapid dick. You wail as he kept punishing your sweet sex.

Taehyung moans around Jungkook’s cock, thrusts growing more erratic. A sign that he was cumming any second.

Jungkook spills into his mouth with a low, deep growl. And Taehyung takes it all like an award he’s been working so hard for. He shuts his eyes tight from the taste, whimpering. Jungkook kisses his forehead after removing his own length from his mouth.

Taehyung swallows Jungkook’s cum after. To which, made Jungkook’s cock twitch at the sight. He grins, locking Taehyung’s lips with his own as he tastes himself from Taehyung’s mouth.

When he pulls away, he leans down to Taehyung’s ear to whisper: “Cum inside her, Taehyung.”

It wasn’t a request, nor a question. It was a demand. A demand that Taehyung would love to obey.

And finally—after a few more thrusts—he spills inside you. Hips snapping up harshly, as if pushing every ounce of his cum inside your sensitive cunt.

You both moan loudly from the feeling, you felt him filling you up to the brim. Taehyung swore he saw the bright stars shooting in his eyes, because fuck did that feel good.

You collapse on top of him, absolutely spent. Jungkook pats your back, kissing your shoulders while running his hand through Taehyung’s hair. He lays on the side of the bed as well, laying down with a sigh and a smile on his face.

You finally remove yourself from Taehyung, collapsing between them. Immediately, they spoon you. It made you giggle, to know that they both felt protective after what just happened.

Taehyung slowly lifts his head up to the two of you, with a slightly worried look on his face. “Wait.. don’t we need to talk about this?”

You and Jungkook chuckle together, witnessing Taehyung’s post-nut clarity. “You’re right, we do. But for now, I think we should rest.” Jungkook replies softly, hands carressing Taehyung’s arm on top of your torso.

You nod in agreement. You see Taehyung’s obvious concern expression, so you speak too. “It’s okay, Tae. We’ll figure it out first thing in the morning.”

Taehyung looked at you both for a hot minute, and finally breaks into a smile. Nodding, he slumps back into his pillow.

The three of you cuddled to sleep with smiles on your faces for the rest of the night. And there was only one thought that Taehyung had while falling asleep.

He was so glad he left his door open.

author’s notes 𖤝 IT’S FINALLY HEREE!! after a whole month i can’t believe i finally finished this 😭 i’m so so sooo sorry for taking so long. also! i might do another jk oneshot inspired by single’s inferno (iykyk) 👀 let me know what you think of this! hope you enjoyed reading <3

synoposis: the one where Namjoon is trying to show he's down bad for you

warnings: mdni, 18+, popular! Namjoon, plus size! reader, praise, namjoon fell first, dirty talk, alcohol mentioned, multiple orgasm, protected smut, a cute love story, college au, mention of jin, mention of jimin, flirting, chain necklace, manhandle, etc.

requested: Can you write plus-size girlie fics for Namjoon and Yoongi? I appreciate plus-size rep especially when it’s for Namjoon (Yoongi too), but there aren’t tons of fics for Joon. Don’t know why the man is fine as hell☺️- inside and out.

Tagging: @gottafightwhentheysaybehave

A/N: shout out to @ahgasegotarmy116 for reading this when it was only half done and sharing similar brain cells as me! Also, ignore that I've used these photos before. I love them, okay? lol

wc: 4.3k +

Everything about Namjoon is big.

If you were to ask his friends to describe him, they’d laugh, bunching their shoulders up to give off a taller and broader stance before simply saying, “big body.”

And it was true.

Namjoon had bulked up in college, finishing long days in the gym with a workout to relieve all the stress of classes, a part-time job, and the dread that one day in the future he might actually have to get a driver’s license and not ride a bike everywhere he went.

His body had developed thick muscles, toned hips, and broad shoulders that he almost had to enter through doorways sideways to get in.

He was a big man, and only someone soft and warm could ever handle his strength.

Someone like you.

| in where It started off a normal Friday night out became the most important accident of a lifetime. it started off when your best friend Mina had dragged you to a rooftop bar in itaewon, the last thing you expected was to spend 3 hours talking to a stranger for the rest of the night. And that man just so happened to be the JEON JUNGKOOK.

Pairings - idol!jk x non!idol reader

Chapter warnings - fluff, a little angst, suggestive, kissing, smut, Jk being a absolute SIMP for his girl, oh and did I tell you fluff because there is ALOT of it, them just being couple goals.

(do not own any of these characters and this is purely just fanfic)

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The thing about living in Seoul for 5 years is that you stop being impressed by things. The Han river at sunset? Sure, pretty. Gyeongbokgung lit up at night? Sure it was nice. A rooftop bar in itaewon packed with overly pretty people on a Friday? Just another Friday.

That’s what you told yourself anyway.

As the night grew on Mina dragged you through the crowd by the wrist her other hand clutching her phone like it was a weapon which was typical of Mina. “I told you we needed to leave by eight” she shouted over the loud music “I told you”. You look at her and speak “you told me nine” she looks back “eight thirty” I respond back “that’s not eight”

She gave up with the arguing , she wouldn’t have won it with you anyway. Instead she pulled your wrist harder and you stumbled past a group of guys in some questionable bucket hats and tight skinny jeans, walked past a table of women celebrating something maybe a birthday? No maybe a breakup, or just the fact it was finally a Friday which meant looking forward to the weekend with no work — and finally out onto the terrace, where the air was cooler and the music was just a pulse beneath your feet.

“Okay” Mina dropped your wrist and smoothed her dress “we’re here. We’re fabulous. Drinks” I look at her “you didn’t tell me we were celebrating” she smirks at me that mischievous smirk like she was gonna do something stupid tonight “we’re celebrating the fact my boss approved my leave request and I don’t have to see his face for two weeks” she flagged down a sever. That’s worth at least three drinks tonight or more, definitely more” she winks. She was right because her boss was definitely a more than a dickhead he was one of those old creepy men that thought he was better than everyone else so yes it did call for celebratory drinks.

You laughed and Leaned against the terrace railing, looking out over the city. Seoul at night always did ignite something in you — all those city lights stacked up against the dark like someone had spilled a jar of fireflies across the hills. you’d come out from Busan to Seoul for a job opportunity and stayed because of moments like this. That was the truth even if you didn’t say it out loud to others.

“Stop thinking and and help me choose” Mina said, shoving the drinks menu at you. You had ordered something with a lot of alcohol something like a Long Island ice tea with far too much ice and turned back to the railing and that’s when you noticed him.

He was standing at the far end of the terrace, slightly apart from the group he was with, looking out at the same view. Dark jacket, hood half up, hands in his pockets. Not trying to be seen. There was something deliberate about the way he stood — like he’d found the one spot on the terrace where the light didn’t quite reach.

You looked away. Seoul was full of handsome men. Everyone knew that, it was a fact.

But then Mina pressed your drink into your hand and said “don’t look now” and of course you looked I mean that was the rule when someone says don’t look you have to anyway right? But of course, she meant him.

“Who is he?” You asked like a stupid person because right she would know a stranger looking at me but instead she just says “I said don’t look” I look at her again “you knew I’d look”. She laughed into her glass “I don’t know but I’ve been watching him for the last ten minutes and he keeps looking over here”

“At you?”

“No at you” she says sipping her drink. He was looking at me? I didn’t believe her. You sipped your drink and talked about her boss and the trip she was planning to jeju and whether or not you needed a new apartment. The normal things girls would speak about in their late 20s. Friday things. But every now and then you felt something, something like a pull like a thread being tugged from across the room and when you finally glanced over he was looking at the city again, or maybe he’d never been looking at you at all.

It was Mina who had moved first, because it was always Mina. She had said she needed the bathroom and disappeared, leaving you alone with your Long Island ice tea and the city lights and the distinct feeling of being watched. “You look like you’re trying to solve something” said a voice behind you.

You turned around. He’d moved without you noticing — or maybe you’d just stopped paying attention. Up close he was almost unfairly good looking. Strong jaw, dark eyes, lip piercing that just made him 10x more attractive. He was watching you with an expression that was hard to read. Curios, maybe. A little careful.

“Just looking at the view” you said

“Sure” he leaned on the railing next to you, not to close. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for twenty minutes, though”

I look at him “you’ve been watching me for twenty minutes?” The corner of his mouth moved. “Caught”. You didint say anything and neither did he. Below you Seoul kept doing its thing — taxis, neon lights and the distant sounds of someone’s music drifting up from the street.

“Do you come here a lot?” You asked, and then immediately wanted to die, because that was the worst sentence in the english language. But he just smiled— a real one this time, a little surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to be funny. “No not really, my friend picked it” he glanced back at his group “he has questionable taste”

“in bars?”

“In everything”

You laughed. He looked at you when you laughed, and something about the way he did it made you feel like you were the only person on the terrace.

His name, he told you was Jungkook.

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You had talked for two hours.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. You’d planned on two drinks, maybe three, a plate of something fried and home by midnight. Instead you ended up at a corner table with a man you’d met 2 hours ago and Mina had texted you a string of emojis that you chose to interpret as I’m fine, don’t worry about me and enjoy your evening.

Jungkook was easy to talk to. That was the disarming thing. He didint perform — didn’t lean forward too much or laugh too loudly or ask questions he clearly didn’t care about the answers to. He just listened. Actually listened. When you talked about your job — graphic design mostly for international clients, which meant weird hours and too much coffee — he asked follow up questions that made it clear he had heard every word.

“Do you like it?” He asked. I look at him “work? Yeah most of the time”

“There’s always a client who wants everything in comic sans” you watched him laugh. “What do you do?” A small pause echoed through the room before he spoke up “music” he said.

“Like producing? Or performing?”

“Both, Kind of”

“Are you good at it?”

He looked at you like that was the last question he'd expected. "I think so. I hope so." He turned his glass on the table. "It's hard to know. You get too close to it." "Yeah." You knew exactly what he had meant. "I have that with my personal work. The stuff I do for myself, not clients. I can't tell if it's good or if I just love it too much to see it clearly."

"Exactly." He said it quietly like you'd confirmed something. "Exactly that." His friends had mostly drifted inside. Mina had reappeared at some point, caught your eye from across the bar, given you a look that contained approximately six different emotions and disappeared again. You made a mental note to buy her dinner.

"Can I see your work?" Jungkook asked.

"Right now?"

"If you want." You pulled up your portfolio on your phone — not the client stuff but the personal pieces I had created, the ones you almost never showed people. He scrolled slowly, not rushing. He stopped on one a digital piece you made last winter, all blues and grays.A figure in a window looking out at a city that might have been Seoul or might have been nowhere.

"This one," he said.

"What about it?" I say

"It feels lonely but not in a sad way." He tilted his head slightly. "Like the person chose it."You stared at him. "That's yeah that's exactly what I was going for." He handed your phone back your fingers brushed and neither of you made a thing of it which somehow made it worse.

The bar was thinning out, the music had shifted to something slower, you were on your fourth drink, which was one more than you'd planned, and you were very aware of how close he was sitting — not inappropriately close, just close enough that you could have moved an inch and your shoulder would have touched his.

"I should probably find my friend," you said, not moving.

"Probably," he agreed, not moving either.

"She's going to have a lot of opinions." I say

"About what?" He says

"About this” you gestured vaguely at the table, at him, at the general situation. He smiled "What is this?"

"I don't know yet." He looked at you for a moment really looked, the kind of look that makes you feel slightly transparent — and then he said

"Do you want to get out of here?"

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