you say it's not love (baby, which emotion is this?)

i'm really not sure what you want me to do LOL. it kind of seems like you have a personal dislike of the fic's content (which i'm not saying you can't have! it's opinions-based and you are entitled to have yours) but remember that i, like most if not all other fic writers, write for fun and when i have the time, so saying it's "no fun" bc you were personally unhappy with the content of a fic just has the effect of making it not fun for me to write and discourages me from using the little time i have outside of school, work, and spending time with friends/family to write. like antagonizing me is not going to do anything except make me not want to write 💀

also, you do realize that every single point in a work doesn't need to satisfy you, right? as i said before, not every fic is for everyone, which is totally fine; God only knows the number of times i've abandoned a fic halfway through bc i realized it wasn't my thing. but instead of coming for the people who were using their time to write for others (and for free as well, mind you!), i just started writing myself. finally, i'd just like to point out that the content of the requests is very much still attributed to seokjin? you're making it seem like i pushed the requests onto jungkook instead, but i digress. i'll take constructive criticism/feedback, but if you just didn't like it bc the idea of having someone else there bothered you, that's not constructive criticism that i can really do anything with.

It’s been a long week at work, and you’d been wallowing on your couch, remote in hand as you debated between a mindless sitcom or a documentary that would make you lose faith in the world. You must have really looked pitiful, because your best friend and roommate had taken one look at you and decided you’d be going out tonight, pouring you a glass of wine that you’d taken gratefully. One glass had turned into a bottle split between the two of you, and your head is already a little loose.

“Are we going to our usual place?” You call out, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

Yena scampers into your room, her dress half-zipped. “No, they said there was a birthday party or something and they weren’t taking anyone off guest list unless we bought a bottle. So I said we’d buy a bottle.” When your glare falls on her, she backpedals. “Of something cheap! Like Absolut. Hey, don’t look at me like that.”

“You couldn’t have said this, I don’t know, an hour ago?” you whine, shitty mood threatening to come back. “I’m not buying a bottle to get into a club. What do I look like? A man?” You shudder.

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on, ______. It’s a Friday, we’re young, and we look hot, let’s not waste it. What if we went bar hopping like in the old days? There’s a place that my coworker wouldn’t shut up about, said they have good live music. We’ll start there and see where the night takes us.” The petite girl leaves no room for discussion, and you can only acquiesce.

“Fine, but only because I already spent an hour getting ready. And the first round’s on you. No cheap bar rail shit, either,” you grumble.

“Done,” she says easily. “Zip me up first? Uber’ll be here in 10!”

The ride to your destination is a little nauseating, the combination of how aggressively the driver is weaving through traffic and the drinks you'd had while getting ready making your stomach churn, but at least it’s not long before you arrive at the bar. Yena gets you to the front of the long line with a nod at the bored bouncer manning the door, and before you know it you’re in.

The dive bar is, true to its name, a dingy, run-down dive. It couldn’t be more different from your usual choice of nightlife. Where you were used to being met with illumination from glossy neon signs on nights out, the bar you’ve just walked into is sparsely lit, dim light coming from the fixtures that had definitely seen better days. There are no plush booths to be found; in their place stand tall tables and shaky stools. Much of the space that would usually be allocated to the dance floor at your usual club has instead been taken up by an elevated stage that’s currently being set up by a small group of staff.

“Your coworker raved about… this?” you say, unimpressed, taking in the chips of the lacquered surfaces, but your complaint goes ignored. The bar has a good mix of people, clientele not too young or too old, and the speakers are thumping with an old Green Day song you kind of know the words to.

You’re still looking around, taking in the space with a critical eye, when Yena drags you to the busy bar. For such a small girl, she’s surprisingly strong, pulling you through the crowd and getting you a prime spot in front of the bartender.

“See, ______? ’s not bad, right?” Yena grins, turning to the bartender. “2 shots of Grey Goose and 2 vodka crans, please!”

“The only thing this place has going for it is that my shoes aren’t stuck to the floor for once,” you grumble. She just rolls her eyes.

“You picked the perfect outfit for this place. Look, you fit right in with all the former emo kids,” she teases, straightening your leather jacket and pulling down the neckline of your top to expose more of your chest, and you flush, slapping her hand away before she tries to pull the hem of your skirt up.

“Yena!” you scold, vaguely scandalized, wrapping your jacket around yourself a little tighter.

“What? You haven’t found anyone the past few times we’ve gone out. Why not try to break your dry spell here?” she suggestively wiggles her eyebrows at you. “I’m already seeing a lot of good options. Dibs on the bartender though.”

As if the bartender had heard your best friend’s words, your drinks are set down on the bar. “Here’s to blowing off some steam,” Yena says, clinking her small glass to yours and downing the shot in one go.

You nod and do the same, wincing as the hard liquor burns going down your throat. “Never gets easier. Ew.” Not even chasing it with the juice of the lime slice you’d been given helps.

The sound of feedback from an amp being plugged in distracts you from the heat in your chest, bringing your attention back to the stage. In the time you and Yena have been busy at the bar, the empty stage has been filled up with a drum kit and two mic stands, amps and speakers lining the sides of the stage, and the staff have been replaced with what looks like a band, a trio of guys, attractive in a way you don’t see every day.

Naturally, your interest is piqued; they’d been the only redeeming parts of the bar so far. Well, aside from the free-flowing Grey Goose and the non-sticky floors.

“I think they’re about to start,” you say, clutching your mixer. It’s your turn to guide your friend through the crowd, stopping at one of the high tables that’s the perfect distance between the bar and the stage.

The drummer, from what you can see of him, is hot in an easy, effortless way. He’s big in a way that says he spends a lot of time at the gym, frame big enough to peek out from behind the drum set. His tanned skin gleams under the stage lights, and he’s wearing dark eyeliner that makes his eyes look even more piercing. A lazily-tied red bandana is barely visible underneath the mass of tousled bangs on his forehead, mussed to make him look like he’d just rolled out of bed.

The frontman’s bright, mischievous eyes, peeking out from the strands of hair he’s carelessly arranged on his forehead, make him look youthful, as do his slightly overgrown front teeth. The view of his side profile further proves he’s good looking, thick brows furrowed in concentration on his smooth forehead over top of a prominent nose. He has more hoops in his ear than you can count, and when he tilts his head towards the faint light, the glint coming off his lower lip tells you he has a lip ring. His aesthetics are in total contrast to his innocent looks: you can see the hint of a chest tattoo from under the neckline of the tank top that’s clinging to every raised muscle in his torso, leaving absolutely nothing to your imagination, and his hand is inked as well. You wonder if the jacket he’s lazily thrown on that’s doing nothing to hide the muscle of his arms is concealing a full sleeve.

Once your eyes fall on the guitarist, though, it’s hard to tear them away from him. He’s tall and slim, trim waist visible under the leather jacket that’s pulled taut over his broad shoulders, and atop a thick, vascular neck sits a face you don’t even think you could have conjured up in your dreams. Expressive, almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones perfectly complement his lips, full and swollen like they’ve been bitten up. He sports a slightly overgrown undercut, black hair on the sides of his head cropped down neatly under the longer fringe that’s been styled artfully to expose his forehead and dark brows. He’s fiddling idly with the mic stand, bringing it up so that his puffy lips get close enough to brush the microphone a few times, and you swallow hard if only to confirm that someone this hot does, in fact, exist in real life, and that you’re not having some sort of hallucination.

You must have been staring at the guitarist for too long, because when he finishes adjusting his mic stand and looks out into the crowd, his dark eyes settle right on yours. You don’t have enough time to look elsewhere to pretend you hadn’t been watching, and he tilts his head slightly with an amused smirk once he realizes you’d been staring at him.

Yena tugs at your hand as subtly as she can. “Um, guitar was watching you. Hard.”

Your cheeks heat. “I think I just got caught staring, too,” you mutter. She just snorts.

“Hi, we’re Echo,” says the frontman to a crowd of cheers and whoops. “I’m Jungkook, I sing. This is Jin,” he points to the guitarist, “and Tae,” gesturing to the drummer behind him. Each member waves in turn, getting excited screams from the rowdy audience.

It’s the guitarist — Jin’s — turn to speak. “We’ve got a good set coming up,” he says, eyes curiously roaming through the crowd to assess everyone. You swear they once again settle on you for longer than they’d skimmed through the rest of the audience, and you watch, mesmerized, as he turns away from his mic to whisper something in the singer’s ear. At his words, Jungkook’s pierced lip twitches up with the ghost of a smirk, and it could be a total coincidence, but it’s his turn to flicker his eyes to yours. After a beat, he leans back in towards the guitarist, gleaming eyes sending a loaded glance his way after he whispers something, passing some idea to the other. They don’t have any more time to exchange glances or whisper mysteriously because the tap of the drum sticks brings them (and you) back to reality.

“Hope you like it!” calls Tae from behind the drum set, smashing the cymbals to cue up the band’s first song.

There’s no further pause before their set begins. The first song starts up, something catchy with a snarling guitar riff and pounding drums that has your head bobbing nearly instantly. Jungkook’s voice floats airily over top of the instruments, and the sweet tones of Jin’s voice serve as a perfect foil to the unrelenting drums and guitar. Underneath, serving as the backbone for it all, are Tae’s low harmonies holding everything together. The three move in perfect concert, with the transitions between the different vocalists’ parts as seamless as a baton being passed in a relay.

“Ever heard of them?” You call to Yena. “Not bad for a Friday night opening act at some random bar.”

“No, but they’re not so bad to look at either,” she winks.

When Jungkook and Jin step out of the way with exaggerated flourishes to showcase Tae during his drum solo, Yena shrieks from beside you. “Changed my mind. Fuck the bartender, I want the drummer,” she practically yells, drawing out a laugh from you.

“I support it. Let’s get you backstage,” you tease.

A slower song comes on, guitar taking the backseat so it’s just Jungkook singing along to a steady drum beat and Tae’s voice. It’s not long before the guitar starts back up and Jin takes over, joining Jungkook in the chorus in perfect time with the power chords he’s strumming on the guitar, and he handles the next verse expertly as well. The members’ three voices combine on the bridge, something raw and emotional.

The stress of your week melts away with the next few songs the band plays, and before you know it you’re bouncing up and down to the music without a care in the world, not caring how much attention it’s drawing to you, how messy your hair might be getting, how your jacket might have slipped off your shoulders. Yena shrieks with delight, joining you, and before you know it you’ve created a little bubble of dancers on the floor.

The shred of a guitar solo brings you back to reality, and you watch, mesmerized, as Jin's adept fingers pluck at the strings, coaxing raw emotion out of the instrument. It’s at the end of his solo that the guitarist sends a fucking wink in your direction as if he’d known how you’d been watching him, hand gripping the neck of his guitar tightly in his long, elegant fingers as he does so, and your mouth goes dry. There was no way that could have just happened, but it had, because your heart thumps in your chest.

“Dude, guitar just winked at you,” Yena yells into your ear, as if there was any way you could have missed that.

After nearly an hour of performing, the band’s set winds down. “Thanks, everyone! We’ve been Echo, and you’ve been great,” Jungkook smiles, and he and the other members do a little bow. Again, he and Jin make way for Tae to show off a little on the drum before the other two do the same for Jin, giving him a chance to riff on his guitar. “Same time next Friday!” As the three leave the stage to spirited chants of EC-HO,EC-HO, EC-HO, the bar's playlist starts up again, this time a hard rock song you can’t place.

“Bathroom? Need to fix my makeup,” Yena shouts, pulling you away from the table in search of the bathroom.

It’s far quieter here, giving your ears a welcome respite from the blaring speakers. “I know we were gonna go bar hopping, but we might have to stay here, ______. If all goes well, I’m going home with the drummer,” she grins, turning to inspect her face from all angles. “And that guitarist wanted you so bad. At least go talk to him.”

It’s when you take a look at the mirror yourself that you have to do a double-take — your makeup is a little smudged, as is to be expected, but you can only chuckle when you see the aftermath of Yena’s styling choices. The neckline of your tank top had been pulled down low enough for the lacy cups of your bra to peek out from underneath as if you were an extra in a made-for-TV movie from the 2000s. “Wait, my boobs were out this whole time and you didn’t say anything?”

“That was kinda the point, babe. And from the way the guitarist was staring at you from the stage, it worked. Surprised he didn’t fuck up any of the songs with the way he kept looking at you.” You wave her off with a laugh and a shake of your head. Still, you fix yourself up so you look at least somewhat presentable, setting back off towards the bar once you’re done.

You’re waiting to get the bartender’s attention when the sound of voices rises above the nasal tones of whichever pop punk band is playing over the speakers. A chorus of ‘great show, man!’s and ‘you guys killed it!’s rings behind your ears, and you turn to see a gaggle of people huddled around two tall figures. Closer inspection of the figures, which you hope is more subtle than you’d been earlier, reveals that it’s the band’s guitarist and drummer. Yena starts blinking exaggeratedly in their direction as if you’d been able to miss their presence at the bar, and she’s silently imploring you to take the opportunity to get the members’ attention.

“Chill,” you hiss. “I got it.”

You wait for the crowd of supporters to dissipate and for the two to come into view before you turn to make your move. “You guys played a great show tonight,” you say, meaning it. “Really impressive.” Yena nods eagerly from beside you, eyes widening when Tae’s attention falls to her, but the way Jin’s eyes meet yours is so intimate, as if you’re the only two people at the bar, that you hardly notice Yena breaking away from you to talk to him, aside from the fleeting squeeze of her hand in yours.

“Thanks, beautiful,” Jin smiles lazily at you, heat spreading through your chest at the ease with which he’d said the word. While it had been invigorating to have his eyes land on yours from the stage, it’s something else entirely to be so close to him and be the subject of his full, rapt focus now that he wasn’t in the middle of playing a gig. Despite having been on stage for the better part of an hour, he looks no worse for wear, and the scent of leather and woodsy notes meets your nose.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asks, having gotten the bartender’s attention. “We’ll have one beer and —“ he pauses to take you in, eyes narrowing on your face as if to guess what you might like to drink, before turning back. “One vodka cran?” He looks back to you for approval, and you can’t help the smile that blooms on your face as you nod.

“I should be buying the drinks,” you protest weakly, but make no move to stop him as he pulls out a wad of cash. “You’re the one who just performed.”

He waves a hand. “Gig paid enough for three whole drinks,” he boasts with a puff of his chest and slides one of the aforementioned drinks your way, which you gratefully take.

“Wow, very impressive. You sure you guys aren’t too big to be playing this place?” you tease, and you’re met with an amused chuckle that you decide you’d like to hear more of.

“Maybe, but I try to be humble. Man of the people and all that. What’s your name, beautiful?”

“______,” you say, watching amusedly as his shapely lips form the shape of your name.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m Jin. Well, Seokjin. Either works.”

“I know who you are. You introduced yourself at the beginning of your set, remember?” you smile, coy, turning on the charm, and you enjoy watching him flush under the dim light, redness spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

He sputters; your look had evidently had the desired effect. “That was to everyone! I didn’t introduce myself to you yet.”

Seokjin makes good conversation; in no time at all you learn he’s 33, had taught himself to play guitar as a kid because he loved Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, had formed Echo with Jungkook and Taehyung after they’d met in college, and the band played around the city in dive bars and whatever small venues they could book. As he speaks animatedly, your eyes drift to his beautiful hands and long, slightly curved fingers, the same ones you’d watched pluck away at the guitar’s strings and grip its neck. The unique shape of his fingers is striking, and your mind drifts to what else he can do with them, but blink away that thought as quickly as it comes to you. Or, well, you try your best to.

You’re mid-laugh at one of the terrible jokes he seems to have a penchant for when your eyes become aware of the rapidly approaching figure of someone in your peripheral vision.

“Hey, you started without me, hyung?”

Without context, it sounds like Jungkook is referring to the beer in his bandmate’s hand, but the way Seokjin holds his gaze suggests it’s deeper than that. His doe eyes fall on you, now gleaming with amusement and interest as they unabashedly take you in. “Hey, I’m Jungkook.” The way he smiles is so charming, comfortable, that you can’t help but return it.

“I remember your name, your set really wasn’t that long ago. I’m ______.”

“We play here every week, so we recognize our regulars, but it’s our first time seeing you here. You been here before?” Jin asks, eyes sparkling with interest.

Before you can answer, Jungkook swoops in. “Definitely not. Think we’d remember seeing someone so pretty,” he says, smirking down at you. Even though you’d thought he’d looked playful, his gaze has become dark, almost predatory, from where it falls on you.

“Aw, thanks,” you murmur, cheeks warming a little at his unapologetic flirting. The weight of the undivided attention of the two men on you is heavy, delicious. “Yeah, it’s our first time here. We usually go to the club, so.”

“This place wasn’t too grimy for you?” Jin pipes in, as if to interrupt whatever Jungkook’s trying to start with you.

“It took some getting used to, but I’ve seen worse,” you laugh. “I will say the music was pretty good, too.”

Jungkook starts a toast, tilting his beer bottle your way. “To our newest fan.” He and Jin clink their beers to your glass.

“Wait wait wait, did I say I was a fan? I thought the words I used were ‘pretty good’”, you tease, suddenly feeling playful.

“We saw you dancing to our songs. Looked like a fan to me, princess,” Jungkook says smoothly.

“Just need a good beat to dance, I’m easy like that.” The words may have left your mouth without much thought, but the charged look that passes between the two bandmates, much like the one they’d exchanged earlier that evening on stage, doesn’t go unnoticed.

After a beat and a swig of his beer, Jin is the one to break the sudden silence. “Looks like your friend really likes Taehyung,” he chuckles, nodding over to the corner of the bar where Yena is currently fawning over his bandmate. You’re sure you’re looking at him and Jungkook in much the same way.

“Trust me, I know,” you say with a smile, still a little dazed from the weight of the attention of the pair on you. “She was talking my ear off about him during your whole set.”

You’ve never considered yourself to be a particularly small person, but now that you’re practically sandwiched between the two men, you start to understand the feeling. Jungkook’s frame, although slightly less broad than Jin’s, is no less imposing. He stands a bit shorter than the other man, though still tall enough to peer down at you. As you shift side to side, you realize that their veneer of playfulness has begun to fall away, replaced with what it’s been thinly veiling this whole time: interest, lust. It’s intoxicating, more so than any of the beverages you’ve consumed tonight, especially given your recent lack of success finding anyone interesting.

Jungkook brushes a strand of your hair back from where it’s fallen on your face, tattooed fingers lightly brushing against your cheek. “How about you? D’ you like us?” he bluntly asks, wasting not a second of time. Jin chuckles but makes no move to cushion the question, peering at you with eyes that have now darkened with desire.

Any remaining fog in your brain from the alcohol dissipates at the directness of his question and the intense way both are now staring at you. “Really smooth,” you say dryly, still needing a little time to recover from the way you’d been put on the spot. “Guess I do.” This time, you look at each of them in turn; the way both their eyes have lit up tells you that had been the answer they’d been waiting for.

Jin takes your hand, stopping to bring it to his plush lips. You shiver with the feeling, wanting nothing more than to feel their pressure on your mouth and perhaps, also, some other less wholesome places. “Both of us? Or just one?”

Holy shit. Was this your Same Damn Time moment coming to fruition? Future really did have a song for everything.

When you take a second to respond, still dumbfoundedly processing what you’ve been asked, Jungkook jumps in.

“Jin-hyung saw you first, pointed you out to me. Said a pretty girl was staring at him, but I saw you looking at me, too. I told him we should at least ask if you’d like to spend some time with us.” Jungkook’s voice is steady, cocky in a way that makes your mouth water, but you can tell both he and Jin are watching you closely for any signs of discomfort at what they’re not-so-subtly proposing. You know they won’t find any.

You’ve left them hanging, but there’s really no debate happening in your mind as to their proposal. Sure, you’d always thought about having a threesome, but you’d just set it aside as something unrealistic, like finding a four-leaf clover. It was hard enough lately to find one guy you liked enough to sleep with, much less two, so the opportunity is pretty much impossible to pass up, and you’re not particularly confident that you’d be faced with a similar one again. So you steel your nerves, remind yourself of the chorus to that very applicable song, and finally answer the expectant faces of Jin and Jungkook.

“Um, both. I like both of you.”

“Wow, you’re honest,” Jin chuckles. “So cute.”

“Or she’s just greedy,” chastises Jungkook, leaning back on the bar as he sizes you up, and you want to shrink away under the way his gaze sits on you. “Wants us both, can’t choose just one.”

You shrug, forcing nonchalance, and sip on the dregs of your drink to still your racing heart. “Hey, you’re the ones who asked. I just answered. You guys do… this often?” You ask, gesturing between the three of you in an attempt to try and get the heat off yourself, hoping you’re coming off as unaffected as you’re trying to be.

“Mm, nope,” Jungkook smirks mischievously. “Not together, at least.” The older man snickers into his palm.

“Only when we see a pretty face in the crowd,” finishes Jin, pushing his now-empty beer bottle down the bar. “What about you? You take guys home every time you’re at the club, sweetheart?”

“Not two in the same night, no,” you retort.

Seokjin’s eyes light up at your acknowledgment of what he and Jungkook had proposed. “Well, we’re honoured to be your first.” He bows exaggeratedly like he had done earlier on stage, drawing a laugh out of both you and Jungkook. “We should make it special then for her, shouldn’t we, JK?” The younger one sagely nods, eyes back to glinting with the youthful charm that’d captivated you earlier. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours is nicer. And closer,” shrugs Jungkook.

“Let me tell Yena I’m leaving,” you say, but before you can head over, your friend catches your eye from behind Taehyung’s wide shoulder, sending you an exaggerated wink as if she knows exactly what you’re about to come and tell her.

You'd have a hell of a time explaining this to her later.

The ride to Seokjin’s place is deliciously uncomfortable, rife with the best kind of tension. Jungkook had decided he didn’t actually want to sit up front, lest he miss any of the action in the back, so you’d been squeezed closer into the heat of Seokjin’s broad frame when Jungkook had unceremoniously squished himself into the back seat with nothing more than a grunted ‘move over’, sending you onto the middle seat where you sat sandwiched between the two men. Not that you were complaining at all. The scent of cologne radiating off the two of them, a combination of the woody and spicy scents each had chosen, floods your senses dizzyingly.

To your left, Jungkook currently has his lips at your neck like he wants to leave marks on it, but he doesn’t move other than to gently press against your pulse point. The chill of the metal in his lip against your sensitive neck — you couldn’t believe you’d forgotten about his piercing — has you wanting to launch out of your seat and crawl over his lap, but you try and hold your nerve until you get to Jin’s place. On your right side, Seokjin's taken your hand in his, letting the bones of his slim fingers drag over the back of your heated palm, but no one says anything, just letting the blaring pop music fill the car.

In your seated position, the hem of your skirt has ridden up to the widest part of your thighs and is bordering an indecent length now. The men flanking you take full advantage of their proximity to your exposed skin, their hands carelessly splayed on each of your thighs. Bored of his ministrations against your neck, Jungkook flexes his inked fingers on your leg idly, gripping it tightly whenever the driver takes a hard brake, and Seokjin’s calloused hand now slides your bare leg, getting closer and closer to the hem of your skirt, threatening to dip underneath but never actually going far enough to. Your knees squeeze together, both because there’s no room to spread out in the cramped car and because doing so grants you a teeny-tiny bit of relief.

When the Uber pulls up to a red light, Seokjin casually plucks one of your thighs up to place it over his quad, as if you’re a doll to be manoeuvred at his whim, and the rapt attention Jungkook has on the scene before him means no time passes at all before he mirrors the elder’s action. Now both of your legs are slightly parted, each one propped up on the lap of the man beside you, and suddenly you can’t breathe. Their hands still burn on your legs, staking claim over the expanse of your supple skin, but maddeningly, even though they’ve gotten tantalizingly closer to your most intimate part, they don’t at first move any closer to it; all they’ve succeeded in doing is exposing your rapidly soaking core to the cool air of the late spring night.

You can’t imagine what the scene might look like if the driver turns around, your legs spread open on those of the men beside you, although at least both of them are squeezed in to your body closely enough that the spread of your legs isn’t totally indecent. The mere presence of their hands on your skin is exhilarating; whether it’s the way Seokjin is running his hands up and down your thighs now, fingertips having slipped under your hem so that they’re getting ever closer to the seams of your underwear, or how Jungkook’s grabs are getting more and more insistent, thick thumb gripping into the fat of your inner thigh. The blood in your veins is thrumming with excitement, and the familiar pulse that develops in your cunt whenever you’re turned on has started to throb a little painfully. Both of their hands are on your inner thighs now, long fingers essentially resting against the seams of your underwear. If you just started squirming a little, you’d get their fingers to land on —

“We’re here,” comes the flat voice of the driver, breaking you out of your trance. Blessedly, he doesn’t turn around, because your legs are still spread open with their hands fully under your skirt. Seokjin holds the car door open for you as Jungkook ushers you out of the car, hand burning on the bare skin between your jacket and the waist of your skirt. As you wait for Seokjin to unlock his door, Jungkook’s large hand slides to your hip, spreading out there like he wants to stake his claim on you.

Seokjin flicks the light on as the three of you kick off your shoes, and it’s only now that you’re able to see the two in proper lighting. Of course, they only look better under the soft lights of the living room, more boyish than you’d gotten used to seeing at the bar. Jungkook’s eyes look warmer than you’d seen before, a stark contrast to the piercing gaze of Seokjin that’s become apparent to you. Your mouth runs dry at the lust in his deep brown eyes that’s plainly visible now, and you slip off your jacket just to give yourself something to do. The way the gazes of the two men travel down your newly exposed figure isn’t discreet in the slightest.

“Nice place,” you marvel, looking around at the modern finishes of the home. How a guitarist of an underground band that played at dingy bars for a whopping $50 a show could afford it, you had no idea, but right now you didn’t particularly care about his financial situation. You were far more interested in seeing his bed, although the living room sofa or kitchen table would do in a pinch.

“View from the bedroom is nicer,” Jin smirks as if he’s read your mind, and Jungkook chortles. “Wanna see?”

“Mm, thought you’d never ask.”

The bedroom window gave a perfect view of the city lights below. Seokjin had been right; it was nice, but it paled in comparison to the sight of the men in front of you. Jungkook had shrugged his jacket off, finally letting you get a look at what he’d been hiding under the oversized jacket. Your suspicion about him having a sleeve had been right; his muscle-corded biceps and forearms are decorated with colourful tattoos that reach down to the fingers that had gripped your thigh. He doesn’t miss the way your greedy eyes take him in.

“Like what you see, princess?” he chuckles, tumbling down on the bed to sit beside you. You nod eagerly, past the point of feigning nonchalance now.

Not to be outdone, Seokjin makes quick work of his own jacket, drawing your attention his way. Not that you were complaining; how could you when the breadth of his shoulders, only hinted to you under his own jacket, was now fully visible? His aesthetics are almost the polar opposite of Jungkook’s, arms clear of tattoos where the latter’s lightly tanned skin had barely been visible under the ink, figure taller and leaner where Jungkook had been unbridled power. Again you’re sandwiched between them, this time on the bed, and your heart races in anticipation at finally being touched, finally being able to touch them both.

“Gonna kiss you now, is that okay?” Seokjin’s eyes bore into yours as you whisper out a ‘yes’. The sneak peek you’d gotten when he had brushed his soft lips against your knuckles earlier that night had done nothing to prepare you for the feeling of his lips properly on yours. He places a calloused palm against your cheek to bring you closer to him, first teasingly brushing his mouth against yours before actually initiating the kiss. When it does happen, the press of his plush lips against yours is insistent, firm, and he wastes no time snaking his tongue into your mouth, using it to trace your own tongue in a way that has you moaning into him. Somewhere along the way, your hand comes up to press against the hard planes of his chest just hard enough for you to feel the way his heart is thudding.

You’ve only just detached yourself from Jin’s sinful mouth when Jungkook’s voice pipes up from your side. “Me too?” You nod eagerly, surprising yourself with how you’re the one to initiate the kiss this time. You throw your arms around Jungkook’s thick neck, pulling yourself to his mouth, and he places a heavy hand on your back to steady you. He’s more gentle than you’d thought he would be, movements measured and slow as if he wants to learn your taste, draw sounds out of you. When you begrudgingly pull away for air, you lightly suck on his bottom lip where his piercing sits, drawing an extended hiss from his lips.

“So sweet,” he says, looking dazed in a way you’re sure mimics your own state.

You spend some time this way, alternating between each of their mouths as their large hands trail over your figure: gripping your waist, cupping your breasts over your shirt, sliding up and down the exposed skin of your legs… You feel yourself dampening embarrassingly quickly, all from some making out and touching.

The silence is broken as Seokjin is in the midst of kissing your lips swollen. “Can I take this off, beautiful?” Jungkook asks, pulling the fabric of your shirt away from where it clings to your waist. “Wanna see you.”

You pull away from Jin to give him permission. “Please.”

Jungkook wastes not a second of time, pulling the black material off of your head so quickly you’re briefly afraid it’ll rip, leaving you in just the delicate lace of your bra. It’s not one you usually reach for, reserved for times where your trusted and slightly worn out T-shirt bra just wouldn’t do. The way they drink your newly exposed figure in, pausing as they see the way your breasts are pushed up, encased in the dainty material, tells you you’d made the right choice.

The two follow suit and take off their own shirts. Evidently, they’ve decided it wouldn’t be fair if you were the only topless one, and boy are you appreciative. Jungkook’s top had been an effectively useless cover for his built torso with the way it had clung to him, but it coming off gives your greedy eyes access to the tattoo on his pec and the sculpt of his tanned abs. Seokjin’s chest is nothing to scoff at, either; the breadth of his creamy shoulders is even more intimidating than it had been clothed, tempting you to dig your nails into his back and leave him with marks he’d struggle to explain away. The way the muscle of his shoulders falls into a trim waist with banded ab muscles that taper into a toned V-line tells you he’s no slouch at the gym.

“Hot,” you murmur, eyes alternating between the two like they can’t decide where to stay. The twin lazy smirks they sport tell you they know.

“Aw, hyung, look how she’s all dressed up for us. So cute,” Jungkook teases, snapping your bra strap against your skin with an inked finger, bunny teeth peeking out over his lower lip as his smile grows with every flinch he wrings out of you with his ministrations. He repeats the action a few more times before growing tired, joining Seokjin’s hands as they roughly palm each breast.

“Think she was waiting for this to happen, JK. For us to take her home, see her like this.” You shake your head to a question that hadn’t even been asked; the way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there has you whining, dripping even more. Your other bra strap is snapped harder than the first one had been, this time by Jin’s delicate fingers, and you moan. Their hands grip the exposed half of your breasts from where your bra has pushed them towards your collarbones, and their actions pull your breasts out almost to the point where the bra is rendered useless, not actually holding anything up. It’s not long before the flimsy material covering you falls away and your top half is bared to the bandmates.

“You’re even prettier like this,” Jin sighs out, taking one pert nipple and pulling it between the joints of two curved fingers. When his plush lips replace his calloused fingers around your nipples and suck, it’s heaven. He alternates between fingers and mouth, kissing and pulling, tugging soft and hard, and the sounds that he drags out of you this way are choked-off whimpers. The way he’s locked his heavily-lidded, darkened eyes on yours while taking you apart is a visual you won’t soon forget.

From your other side, Jungkook isn’t holding back on you: his grip on your breast is almost hard enough to bruise, and rather than rolling your nipple between his fingers as Jin had, he lightly flicks it, just enough to draw sharp breaths from you. “These tits are so perfect, angel,” he breathes out, and it’s like he’s talking to them with the way his eyes don’t detach from your chest. “So soft, fit perfectly in my hands. So fucking pretty and perfect.” It’s then that he encloses his mouth around your pebbled nipple, first giving it light suction before he lightly scrapes his teeth along it. When he takes it in between his teeth and pulls, sending the nerve endings in the sensitive region into overdrive, it painfully winds up the knot in your stomach. All this while Jin is still toying with your other breast? It’s rapidly getting to be too much.

“Feels so f-good,” you whisper dreamily. The pleasure they’re drawing out of you has your core clenching around nothing, which reminds you that you’re still partly clothed. You take matters into your own hands to remedy that, slipping the skirt down your legs and wiggling it off as best as you can while the pair are still enraptured by your chest. You’re covered only by the small scrap of your panties now, which you belatedly realize are the same colour as your bra had been.

Jungkook is the first to notice. “She even wore matching panties for us, hyung. Think you were right, she really was waiting for us to see her like this,” he marvels.

“Coincidence,” you mutter; it really had been. He pretends not to hear, other hand sliding down to cup you over the last piece of fabric covering your modesty — the first time your neglected core had actually been touched all night — as he takes over your mouth while Jin starts sucking hickies into your throat. Any further argument you have dies out as Jungkook’s digits press against your slit over your panties, Jin’s slimmer ones wasting no time to lightly brush your puffy folds.

When the rapidly soaked fabric gets pushed aside — you don’t even know by who at this point — you gasp, but you can’t dwell on it before there’s a prod of a fingertip at your entrance. You want to look down, but Seokjin’s mouth is busy on yours now, hand holding your cheek in place so as to make sure your attention is focused on his lips, and you have just enough time to lean back onto the headboard and widen the gap between your legs to grant the finger that’s slowly inching knuckle-deep inside of you better access to your needy cunt.

When you break apart for air, disconnecting the string of saliva that’s formed between your and Jin’s mouths, your eyes are met with the sight of Jungkook’s middle finger disappearing into you, eyes intently watching your reactions as he slots another finger in. The thickness of them squeezes your eyes shut with the little bit of stretch, which feels particularly delicious because your pussy has gone untouched for so long.

“So wet. Wanted us that bad, didn’t you, princess?” he teases, picking up the pace of his fingers as Jin presses his lips to your pulse point, fingertips pulling at your nipples just hard enough to feel good.

“Been teasing me all — mmh — night, what’d you expect,” you gasp, interrupted by the way Jungkook suddenly hooks his fingers against your gummy walls.

As if he’d felt left out, Seokjin adjusts you against him so that he’s able to slightly bend over against your frame, long arm outstretched to be able to touch your cunt from this angle. It’s a little bit of a stretch, but he makes it work, and you’re grateful. The first touch of his calloused fingertip on the sensitive flesh of your pussy is intoxicating, and when he uses that same fingertip to work your clit while Jungkook is insistently posting his fingers into you, the sound that leaves you is desperate, wanting more than just the mere brushes he’s giving. Blessedly, Jin picks up on your hint; he positions one of your legs so your foot is flat on the bed, knee bent as much as possible, giving him better access to your entrance.

His fingers slide down to your entrance, and Jungkook takes the hint to slip his now-soaked fingers out. You don’t even have time to mourn their loss before Jin slides his own finger in to take their place. His fingers are curved, reach deeper, where Jungkook’s had been thick and straight, stretched you out wider. Their shape is entirely different from those of anyone else you’ve been with before; they’re a little angled at the joints, and it feels fucking delicious when he lazily crooks one inside of you and lets the joints drag against your inner walls. The feeling of being fingered becomes even more intimate, giving his touch an additional dimension to Jungkook’s.

“She’s squeezing so fucking hard around just one finger, JK,” Seokjin groans, and you let out a reciprocal moan. “No idea how she’s gonna take us if she’s this tight.” Your pussy throbs at his words, at the promise of getting filled. An added finger pushes in to join the first, and if one of his fingers inside had been delicious, two were purely decadent, their unique curvature grinding against your walls with every subsequent thrust.

Jungkook only gives you a few moments to adjust to the new pair of fingers inside of you, not patient enough to wait any longer before pressing a thumb onto your sensitive clit, and your abdomen tenses hard in response. The feeling of two pairs of hands on you is the type of gluttony you’re sure they were talking about in the Bible. Under ordinary circumstances, you may have been embarrassed at how fast the pressure in your lower belly is building up, but in your defence, could being worked up all night by not one, but two men who you were actually attracted to really be considered an ordinary set of circumstances? You’d argue to the contrary.

Your gasps, whines, and the way you’re definitely clenching around Jin’s fingers give away how affected you are. “Shit, beautiful, you’re so desperate. Come for us now, since you want it so bad.” Seokjin punctuates his statement with an expert curl of his nimble fingers against your soft walls. You have to oblige — Jungkook’s expert fingers now rolling at your clit are making sure of that — and your pussy tightens even more, somehow, around Jin’s two fingers as you ride out your orgasm on top of his hand, body tensing up as you can do nothing more than let the hot pleasure course through you.

They finally draw back from you after you wiggle away from them towards the headboard rather than driving your hips down towards them, taking the hint that you need a break. Jungkook sucks the soaked fingers into his mouth, while Jin does the same, and the erotic sight makes you forget about something as silly as needing a break — you just want whatever they have planned for you, now.

Clearly you weren’t alone in needing more. “Wanna taste you properly,” comes a breathed-out plea from in front of you. “Can I?”

“Fuck, yes,” you breathe. As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jungkook slides down onto his knees between your legs, large hands settling onto your calves to gently open you up wider, and Seokjin gently brings your body forward so he can slot in behind you. He adjusts you against his broad chest to give Jungkook a better angle, who starts off with gentle, soft kisses on your mound and around your folds as if to let you recover from your orgasm.

The way your back is pressed against Jin reveals just how much he’d enjoyed working you up; he’s big, big in a way that’s making your pussy drip in anticipation, and your excitement to feel him has you reaching backwards to palm him through his jeans. He growls at your desperate motions and makes quick work of the dark denim to help you out. Seokjin brings your palm to his mouth, spitting on it before taking your hand in his larger one to guide it up and down his shaft, showing you just how he wants you to work him, until he’s fully hard in your hands and your fingers are struggling to wrap around the thickness of him. You’re sure you’re dripping onto the sheets with how turned on you are imagining how delicious the stretch of him inside you will be.

You turn to properly get a look at what you’ve only felt in your hands thus far, and the sight of his length makes you gawk, bewildered. As if it wasn’t enough for him to only be thick, he’s fucking long too, cock standing at full attention against his toned abdomen, prominent vein down its side thrumming with excitement. Your mouth is probably watering too, now; you can only imagine the expression on your face is hilarious, because the hiccupy laugh you’d taken a liking to earlier is back in full force.

“Christ,” you murmur, eyes still fixed on the bulbous tip that’s beginning to leak precum. “You were hiding all that?”

Whatever his reply is doesn’t quite register, because Jungkook chooses that moment to press a kiss directly on your clit, turning his face so that the cool metal of his lip piercing falls right onto the heated bud. The way you keen upwards at the sudden chill is so sharp and sudden that it almost pushes you off Jin’s broad frame.

“Shit, that— forgot you had that,” you hiss.

Jungkook smirks. “Good?” He doesn’t waste time waiting for an answer, repeating the action but this time capping it off with a swipe of his tongue at your bud. Once he senses you’ve gotten used to that, his tongue glides along your slit, licking a flat stripe but not actually making a move to get to your aching entrance, and you let Seokjin’s mouth stifle your moans as you continue to glide a hand up and down his length at the same speed he’d showed you he liked. Jungkook works his way down to your entrance, simply using his tongue to lap lightly at whatever moisture had gathered there thanks to his and Jin’s ministrations earlier, making your hips buck up frustratedly as you chase more from him.

As you continue to stroke him, Jin’s hands map across every part of you he can get his hands on, gripping your bare waist before his hand snakes over your front to tweak at your breasts and nipples, fingers ghosting over them just enough to have you letting out little gasps into his mouth. His kisses are sweet but still have you breathless; he knows just when to apply pressure and when to let you set the pace, when to press his tongue against yours so sloppily it has saliva dripping down your chin. It has you unconsciously picking up the pace at which you’re stroking him, and it’s not long before he’s lowly grunting into your mouth with every sloppy twist of your wrist.

Jungkook finally, blessedly, pushes his tongue inside of you further, and it’s heaven; your free hand fists into his soft locks, and you nearly yank out the tuft of hair that has the misfortune of being in your grip when he begins alternating between thrusts and licks of his tongue, the muscle lapping at you with an unrelenting eagerness, as if he’s drinking you up. It’s not long before you’re dragging your hips up so that your mound hits the tip of his nose, adding an additional layer of stimulation. As if he’s figured out you’re getting closer and closer to your release, Jungkook pulls away from you, detaching his now-swollen lips from your cunt. You freeze and pull off of Jin to protest, eyes wide, but Jungkook’s eyes are entirely fixed on the spot where he’d been keeping himself busy for the past few minutes.

“Fuck, hyung, she tastes so good,” Jungkook gets out, sentence almost slurred. “Come see.” Seokjin obliges, but not before setting you back so you’re comfortably resting against the headboard.

But rather than getting out of the way to give Seokjin his chance to taste you, Jungkook only moves over a little bit, instead pushing one of your thighs out as wide as it’ll go to accommodate both of their frames between your legs, a test of your leg flexibility given the sheer breadth of the two men. When they both get to sucking and licking on your pussy in tandem, the yelp you let out is entirely too loud, pleasure shooting up your body in hot sparks. While Jungkook has now positioned himself so that his tongue can access the hood of your clit, licking at it lightly and rolling his tongue over it seemingly at random, Seokjin’s lips are at your entrance, which is already quivering from the overwhelming pleasure of a pair of mouths on you, and he’s lightly, leisurely lapping at whatever he can get straight from the source.

In contrast to the way Jungkook had been eager, zealous between your legs, Seokjin is all measured control, an iron fist in a velvet glove, and it has you aching in the best way. He moves with surgical precision: he doesn’t start pushing his tongue into you right away, first starting by just flattening his tongue against your slit and letting you essentially use his tongue with the little keens and arches upward of your hips in response to Jungkook’s efforts at your clit, before he begins lapping at you with slow licks that are punctuated by presses of his pouted lips to your slit. Your breath breaks off in your throat when he goes a step further to stiffen the appendage and begins to casually roll it into you, and the overwhelming feeling of it along with Jungkook’s seemingly never-ending suction at your clit has your pussy clenching and your hand coming up to bring the pair’s heads closer to your cunt, as if that was even possible.

Even one of their expert mouths between your legs would have been enough to have you hurtling over the edge, but the feeling of both of them on you at once is entirely too decadent, the sounds they’re making from beneath you simply depraved. You’re not sure if you believe their earlier spiel about not doing this often, because they’re working in the kind of elegant concert that can only come from experience.

“S’close — shit!” you cry after a particularly harsh suck of your clit, timed perfectly with the plunge of a tongue inside your weeping hole, has your abdomen contracting in bliss and your thighs trying to clamp closed. You’re not even sure who is doing what anymore, but it doesn’t matter when your eyes are rolling back into your head. The pair take that as their cue to move off of you completely, much to your chagrin.

Perhaps there had been a bright side to this, because pulling away from your heat gives Jungkook the opportunity to lean back and peel off his own pants and for you to get a glimpse of his toned quads and the sizeable impression in his tight Calvins. You huff, slumping against the headboard that replies with a loud creak, shattering the sudden silence of the room.

“Mm, don’t think so,” Jungkook grins, mouth coated in the evidence of what he’d been doing. “Can’t come again ’til we let you, baby. You’ll be good, right?” From his side, Jin smiles devilishly as if he’d been privy to the plan all along. You’re even less convinced now that they’d never tried this before.

You whine impatiently but nod anyway, hoping your compliance will placate them into letting you come sooner rather than later.

Jin pushes up off of the bed to fish in the drawer of his nightstand for a pair of condoms, tossing one foil packet Jungkook’s way and keeping one for himself.

“How do you want to do this, beautiful?” Jungkook asks, now fully nude after having shed the last layer shielding him from your full view. His dick is wide, curved at its red-flushed head, which is dripping precum from his time eating you out and fingering you. Though not as long as Jin, Jungkook is at least as thick, if not more so. Taking him is definitely going to be a daunting task, but your pussy throbs anyway.

You must take too long to answer, distracted by the way Jungkook is lazily stroking himself, basking in your attention on him, because Seokjin pipes up in a serious tone. “______, have you ever been to France? I hear Paris is lovely this time of year.” It’s with this question that Jungkook snorts, turning away from you both as his body shakes with laughter.

You furrow your brows, confused. Your brain is far too foggy to entertain solving any tourism-related riddles to get them to fuck you. “Uh, what? The hell does France have to do with anything?”

Jin doesn’t budge, peering at you expectantly, and it leaves Jungkook as the one who needs to break the impasse. “Think you need to ask the question a little differently, hyung. I think what he means,” and he drags the word out with a pointed look Jin’s way, “is have you seen the Eiffel Tower?” Jungkook implores, though the wiggle of his thick eyebrows tells you he’s no less unserious than his friend. It’s Seokjin’s turn to burst out into laughter.

“Fuck does that have to do with any— oh,” you snap, slow to understand what the two are getting at, and your eyes roll when realization sets in. “Oh, you’re really not serious.” The innocent blinks you get from Seokjin, and Jungkook’s still-shaking shoulders, tell you they are. Despite your disbelief at the silly way they’d brought it up, your pussy flutters excitedly at the compromising position they’re implying they want to put you in.

Jin lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning disappointment. “So that’s a no on Paris? Hm. We’ll have to do something about that, then.”

It’s then that Jungkook sits up on his thick quads beside you, scooping you up with ease and manoeuvring you onto your front. The way he moves you around with such little effort has your hole clenching around nothing. Thanks to the pair’s dirty metaphor, you have a better idea of the position they’re envisioning, and you get the hint quickly to rise onto your forearms and knees, ass raised high in the air. The new position lets the cool air of the room blow onto the wetness gathered at your exposed entrance.

Jungkook moves behind you to plant kisses down your spine, gliding his cock through your folds but doing nothing more. You’re more than wet enough, thanks to the combination of their saliva and your own juices, so his heavy length slips against you easily.

“Stop teasing,” you plead, turning back to peer at Jungkook. The sight alone could make you come; his hand, littered with tattoos, is splayed on one ass cheek, his muscle-bound torso is taut like he’s fighting the urge to just slam into you in one stroke and knock the breath out of your lungs, and his teeth are clenched, further defining his already-sharp jawline. The playful brightness of his molten chocolate eyes is gone now, replaced with desire from your words. He takes the meeting of your eyes as a cue to start pushing into you, and the first stretch of your walls around his pulsing cock has you delirious from how good it feels.

They’d opened you up well with their fingers, and your earlier orgasm had loosened you up a decent bit too, but Jungkook’s width means that all of that preparation still isn’t quite enough for there to be no sting as he slides in, bit by delicious bit. Just as you’d garnered when you’d been openly ogling his dick, he’s thick, makes the muscles of your pussy work particularly hard to take all of him in. Fully sheathed in you now, his heavy length presses against your walls so deliciously that you can’t even manage to get out a moan, and you bury your face into the sheets below you.

“This okay?” he grits out, the way he’s holding himself back evident. “Am I good to move, angel?”

You can do nothing more than sob out a ‘yes’, and it’s all he needs to start steadily, deliberately rolling his hips so that his cock drags deliciously against your walls, splitting you in half with every passing thrust.

“Holy shit,” you cry. “So—ah, so big, Jungkook, shit!”

Seokjin isn’t content to leave the two of you to it for any longer, though. He kneels on the bed so his cock is flush with your mouth, and the sudden dip of the bed under his weight brings your face up to meet his length. From this angle, his size is even more daunting than when you’d held the weight of him in your hand. A bead of precum has gathered at his tip, and you lap at it carefully like you’re cleaning him up.

“Mm, think you can do better than that,” he chides, but he’s patient, not making a move to thrust into your mouth. It’s clear he’s waiting for you to set the pace, get comfortable with his length. You hollow your cheeks and move your head around him to take him in deeper, and he hisses, knees sinking deeper into the bed as he has to brace himself with a hand on your shoulder. A hand comes up to cup his balls as you continue making your way down his cock, head bobbing down as you test the limits of your gag reflex. “Fuck, yes, just like that, beautiful.”

Whatever gentleness you’d thought Jungkook had while kissing you earlier was long gone; his hips smack against your ass so hard you think they might leave bruises. The pace he’s setting behind you is brutal, even more so because the momentum of his thrusts pushes you forward, forcing you further down on Jin. Your vision is beginning to blur with how deep Jin is buried down your throat, his size leaving you no room to breathe as you continue to bob your head against his swollen length.

Jungkook’s position gives him an unfair advantage; he’s able to set the pace for all three of you, one hand drawn into your hair from where it’s scattered on your back. One particularly rough tug of his hand in your hair has the effect of pulling your mouth off of Jin’s cock completely; your roots sting, but combined with the relentless pounds of Jungkook’s length inside of you, threatening to press against your cervix with every subsequent thrust, the pain is delectable.

To his credit, Seokjin lets the loss of contact slide once, even a gracious two times, but Jungkook pulling at your tangled mane and dragging your mouth off of him a third time proves to be too much of a push for Seokjin’s generosity. It provides you with a second to grab some air, but it’s not long before you miss the weight of Jin in your throat, and you hollow your cheeks and get back to work until most of him is in your mouth again, your wrist positioned at his base to stroke what doesn’t fit.

“Yah, JK. You’re so selfish, pulling her off me,” Jin chides. “You can’t have her all to yourself. And she doesn’t want that either, do you, sweetheart?” His eyes are icy, words possessive. You shake your head as best as you can with his cock still in your throat. It’s Jin's turn to place a large hand on the back of your head, gently but firmly holding you in place.

The position allows him to begin fucking into your mouth in earnest, speeding up when he sees tears spill out of the corners of your eyes. All you can do to ground yourself is breathe through your nose as the pace he sets with his hips becomes more and more demanding. It’s a messy affair, his cock displacing the spit in your mouth until it’s inelegantly running down your chin.

“‘Course n-not,” Jungkook pants. The way his words come out a little choppy has your chest beaming with pride. “She’s so fucking needy and desperate for us both, wanted us both when we came up to her at the bar.” He caps off his words with twin smacks to the fat of your ass cheeks, and the sheer stimulation of the feeling makes you tear your mouth off of Jin so you can vocalize how good the two are making you feel, a pitchy moan that breaks off in your throat with the next slam of Jungkook’s length against your G-spot.

The way they’re talking about you rather than to you, even though you’re right there, makes you draw Jin’s length further into your mouth until it’s stuffed all the way in your throat and your nose is pressed against the trimmed hairs at his base, and he groans, realizing how deep you’ve taken him. Every thrust of Jungkook’s into your pussy has you moaning around Jin’s cock in a way that has him throwing his head back in pleasure. It’s the best kind of feedback loop; Jungkook’s heavy thrusts push you forward, sending your mouth down deeper onto Jin, and Jin fucking into your throat has you wiggling back onto Jungkook, both to escape from the punishing length in your throat and in search of more from Jungkook.

The feeling of being stuffed full both ways is so degrading in a way that it circles back to being exhilarating, and your eyes squeeze shut as the two of them thrust into you hard, almost simultaneously, stoking the fire in your lower belly. You can’t even discern where the sounds of slapping skin are coming from; you think one slap sounds oddly like a high five, but it could also be the effects of delirium from how fucking good it feels to be split between the two of them.

“Shit, hyung, she squeezes around me harder when you fuck her throat,” Jungkook hisses, and it’s then that you have to detach yourself from Seokjin just to get some air, using the spit you’ve left to jerk him off with your hand as you stop for a breath. “So fucking sensitive. Can tell she likes being used like this.” Jungkook brings a free hand down to your clit and pushes down on the nub hard, making you wail out and clench around his cock. The knot in your stomach draws up so tight that you think you’ll burst any time now, and your fingers dig into the lean muscle of Seokjin’s thigh to try and stave off your impending orgasm.

“My turn,” Jin growls, withdrawing from your mouth completely and flopping down onto the bed. If he’d looked hard before, that was nothing compared to how he looked now, the vein running down the side of his dick pulsing angrily. Jungkook mumbles something in protest, but dutifully listens with one last drag of his thick length against your walls, leaving the bed to toss his condom somewhere. The emptiness you’re left with is too much, especially given how close you’d been to finally coming, and the few seconds it takes for Seokjin to rip open the foil packet and slide the condom down himself are almost unbearable.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, gently tugging you over to him with a strong hand so you’re hovering over him, straddling his hips. With a hand around the back of your neck, he pulls you down to his mouth so he can kiss you, tongue slipping into your mouth as he works your mouth open. You’re duly aware of the heat right underneath you, even through the rubber layer that he’s sheathed himself with. Impulsively, you seat yourself down on his hips so his cock rests right under your mound, hand braced on his chest to steady yourself as you drag your cunt along his dick to spread your juices on it in preparation for what you’re sure will be a stretch, and Jin chuckles. “Desperate, are we?”

“Yup,” you say easily, any sense of shame long gone. “Been thinking about how you’d feel in me since I was jerking you off. Feel like your dick’s gonna tear me in half, I can’t wait.” Seokjin’s ears redden as he groans at your crude words, positioning his large hands around the width of your hips to lift you up so you can slot him inside.

With the first press of his blunt cock head against your slit, your head falls forward in pleasure. Your joke about being torn in half had been right; he’s both thick and long, stretching you as you take him as deep as you need him. You haven’t even succeeded in getting halfway down him when you have to pause to breathe, quad muscles burning as they hold you up. At some point, Jungkook had returned to join you both, making his presence known by leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck.

When you decide you’re finally ready to take him down the rest of the way, both Seokjin and Jungkook do what they can to distract you from the burn: Jin is rubbing encouraging circles into the meat of your hips, and Jungkook cranes his neck to suck a nipple into his mouth and kiss the valley between your two breasts.

The pressure is worth it once you’re seated fully on Seokjin, your walls aching as they struggle to accommodate the intrusion. “I was right,” you mumble once you’ve finally succeeded in taking him all the way down so your pubic bone is flush with his, full to the brim. “So fucking big.” Teasingly, he presses right underneath your belly button, fingertips falling almost directly on the point where the head of his cock is currently sheathed inside of you, and your walls clench around him. “Fuck!”

“Still so tight around me even after Jungkook fucked you, you’re squeezing me so hard. Wanted me that badly, sweetheart?” he coos almost mockingly. The speed at which you nod in reply is enough to give you whiplash, but maddeningly, he makes no move to actually do anything.

“Aw, should I do something about that, then?” You have no idea how he has enough composure to tease you like this; you’d practically heard the thud of his heartbeat when he’d pulled out of your mouth not too long ago.

“Shut up and fuck me already, Seokjin,” you hiss. The way his cock is just sitting in your guts right now is preventing you from formulating a more eloquent request.

“She's asking so nicely,” jeers Jungkook. “You gonna give her what she wants? If you won't, I will.” Seokjin shoots daggers the younger’s way, but finally gives in with an experimental roll of his hips upward that presses against you in all the best ways, and Jungkook winks at you, a you’re welcome, before kneeling down in front of you. He’s still painfully hard, tip looking like it’s fit to burst. You try craning your neck up to meet his dick, eager to have your throat stretched out again. It works, but Jungkook can tell the height is a little awkward, so he stacks the pillows on the bed and kneels on them so that you can more comfortably wrap your lips around his length. The feel of him in your mouth is dizzying; without the condom, you’re able to trace every vein and ridge on his cock, taste his earthiness, mixed with a bit of lingering latex.

Deciding you’re not going to wait any longer, you take matters into your own hands and roll your hips back on Jin, tracing patterns with your hips that have his curved fingers pressing into your ass hard enough to leave indentations. The curve of your hips lets you drag your clit across the flat of his pelvis while further stretching around him, and the burn of your inner muscles around him is heaven and hell at the same time.

Admittedly, the position is a little awkward since you’re trying to suck Jungkook off at the same time, but you do your best, letting the forward drags of your hips push you toward his length. Jungkook helps you out, too, slowly thrusting into your mouth so you can take more of him in as you’re grinding on top of Seokjin, but quickly, all three of you realize that you need more than the leisurely pace you’ve set.

This time, you’re not given an adjustment period, the two judging that you’ve been warmed up enough to take their full strength. Jin folds up his knees, planting his feet flat on the mattress for the best leverage to piston into you, and it actually pushes the breath out of your lungs when he starts up. It feels like one thrust places the head of his cock right at your cervix, placing heavy pressure on the sensitive region, and your body goes slack on top of him, nearly falling forward like an unstable domino on top of Jungkook.

“Ji— God, right there!” you cry out, digging your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. He repeats the action, relishing in your reaction as your eyes squeeze shut in sensory overwhelm.

Since Seokjin is doing the work now, your upper body is more stable, letting you properly focus on Jungkook. Your cheeks hollow out as best as you can manage to take his width, other hand on his toned ass to coax him into you further. Your jaw, already tired from the workout it had been to take Seokjin, is positively aching now, especially given Jungkook’s added width. Taking the hint that you needed a break, he pulls you off of his length so you can relax your jaw, before tapping the head of his cock around your mouth and using it to trace the seams of your lips.

“Oh, she likes that,” murmurs Jin, voice only slightly shaky from the way he’s still pounding into you from underneath. “Squeezed me more when you did that.” He tweaks a nipple in his hands, drawing out a hiss from you.

“She likes this too, just watch,” the younger replies, giving you no warning before he slips his cock past your lips, pushing until he bottoms out in you, and begins slamming into your throat mercilessly. From below, Jin moans, high and drawn out, in response to the reflexive constriction of your walls from Jungkook fucking your throat. He takes no notice of the saliva dripping out of your mouth and onto the sheets below, only withdrawing once you start coughing around him.

“Saw you dancing in the crowd, tits bouncing from the way you had your shirt all pulled down. Wanted to get our attention that badly, angel?” Jungkook groans, hand gripping the fat of one breast as the other is jostled from the relentless speed at which Jin is pounding into you from below. Surely he doesn’t expect a response, though, with the way his dick is still lodged deep in your throat; all you can do is moan around him, letting the vibration from the hum travel down his length, and he throws his head back in pleasure when you do.

“Fucking thought so. Desperate to be noticed, like a groupie or something.” Seokjin’s degrading words have you clamping down on his cock, and the orgasms that’d been driven away from you all night are back with a vengeance if the rapidly forming coil in your stomach is to be believed. His next stroke pushes directly against your patch of nerves, and the coil begins to burn hot, promising to overtake your whole body.

“I’m so fucking close,” you pant out, pulling off of Jungkook for long enough to beg. “Please, can I cum, shit, please.” The question hangs in the air, and for a second you wonder if they had even heard it, until Jungkook stutters out a response in response to your hand squeezing at his base.

“Let go, princess,” he breathes out. “Been so good all night.” It’s all you need to stop holding your orgasm back. With a slow drag of Seokjin’s length inside of you and a few light taps at your clit, the release that you’d been chasing all night pushes through you with a searing heat. Your eyes sting with tears, heart thudding in your chest, and it takes serious effort to not collapse onto Jin’s chest.

The way you’d tightened around him makes Seokjin withdraw, yanking the condom off with quickness before he gets up to kneel in front of you, and you quickly realize what he’s trying to do even through your lust-addled brain. It takes no time at all before he’s all pitchy moans, spilling white onto your open mouth and chin. With a few last sloppy twists of your hand around him, Jungkook follows suit, grunts breaking in his throat as his seemingly never-ending release drips out of your mouth. Dutifully, you swallow what managed to get in your mouth, overwhelmed by the heady combination of the pair’s releases on your tongue.

You’re slumping against the headboard as you try and catch your breath. The combination of not having been fucked in longer than you cared to dwell on and patiently waiting to orgasm for the better part of the night had well and truly done you in. You barely have the energy to respond to the fingers lightly brushing your hair out of your face because your eyes feel like they’re being held down by weights, exhaustion suddenly hitting you.

Once the bed sinks again, your eyes peel open. Seokjin and Jungkook look no less affected than you do: the latter’s golden skin is gleaming and his chest heaves in evidence of his exertion, and the former’s shoulders are already reddening from the way you’d dug your nails into them as he’d pounded into you from below. Those scratches would probably turn into raised lines in the morning, but you somehow don’t think Jin would be too upset about it.

Jungkook holds a wet towel, which he uses to gently dab at your face and chest, carefully cleaning the cum off of you before it can dry any more. Once he’s done, he presses a brief kiss to your lips, chaste and sweet, unlike the rest of your activities that evening.

It’s Seokjin’s turn to check in on you. “You were so good for us, ______. Did you like that?” You nod quickly, and a little grin spreads on his plump lips before he kisses your cheek. “Need anything?”

“Some water, maybe?” you get out, now acutely aware of how dry your throat is. “Thanks, Jin.” He returns in no time with a cool bottle of water, which you gulp down greedily.

“Me too?” Jungkook asks hopefully. Seokjin rolls his eyes but obliges, tossing a plastic bottle his way before he tumbles back on the bed beside you.

Suddenly, a thought dawns on you. “Wait, did you guys actually, like, high five above my head and everything?” You mime the action, and though you don’t get a verbalized response to that, the way the two look at each other sheepishly is answer enough.

“So, how’d you like your first trip to France, beautiful?” Seokjin snickers, finger tracing patterns onto your back.

“Mm, loved it. Can’t wait to go again,” you murmur dreamily, response drawing out low chuckles from the two.

Jungkook’s confident voice pipes up. “Think we can make that happen. You know where to find us on Fridays.”

That, you did. Perhaps the dingy bar hadn’t been so bad after all.

Thank you for reading! The backstory behind this is that as soon as I saw the video linked above, I was struck with the urge to write a fic about it, but I held back on starting for a little while bc I've never written a threesome and had no idea how it'd turn out. A few days later, I got a request to write something about Jin from the Stanford concert, and that was enough to convince me to write the fic 😇😋 This wasn't meant to be 13k words at all, but somehow we got here.

I was so close to writing this as the classic ‘idol spots you in the crowd and you get the NDA’ trope even though it’s been done a billion times. At the last minute, I went in a little bit of a different direction to make it this underground rock band! au but with the same underlying idea of being spotted by a band at their show.

I also tried baking these requests into this fic since I didn't want to keep these anons waiting any longer; hope I did them some justice!

(this last one might get its own piece sometime...)

i've said this before but he's very selective/deliberate with the information he shares about himself, so i take this to mean that he's super aware of what he does. He knows how everyone reacts to him sipping his little water during concerts, when he has his solo part in they don't know about us and he's smizing into the cameras, and now calling fans sexy, which is a new one but i'd be gagging if i were in the crowd that day... he knows!! and you can see it in his eyes when he takes in the reactions he gets, too, bc he leans into it. i know the main narrative around him is/was that he's spontaneous/chaotic, but i actually disagree bc i do think he's very measured and deliberate with his actions. so i feel like in that sense, he's also very good at picking up on what fans may want from him and tries to give them that, all while acting within his own boundaries of course (ex.: fans might want him to take his shirt off, which might be out of his comfort zone, but he'll give you an exposed shoulder here or there (and we're thankful). add his perceptiveness to the list of what makes him so sexy, like is there anything he lacks...

i regret so badly that i never got to see him on the rsj tour... genuinely feels like such a missed opportunity on my end esp since every video i've seen from those concerts looked so fun and everyone that saw him had nothing but good things to say about the shows. it was so obvious that he was enjoying and feeling himself and i feel like those shows are the most confident i've ever seen him. the consolation is that his rsj experience has made his aura totally different in group concerts - exhibit A: that wink into the camera a few weeks ago in stanford... (even though he's left behind the rsj tank tops or at least seems to be a lot more conscious of letting the shoulders/biceps come out lmao we were so spoiled then bc if you told me in like 2018-2022 that he'd let us see this much of his chest and arms i would have laughed in your face. but now he's lifting his shirt up at shows (side note he's SO sexy in just athletic wear/plain clothes, has me gagging over alo's basic ass items simply bc he's wearing them) and he's even wearing cardigans with nothing under (thank god for whoever suggested that to him)

as a partner i think he'd def be the same way! he'd know what would make them tick and would lean into that hard. i think he'd love to tease his partner actually and watch them get all flustered off of small things like showing more skin than normal or being more overtly flirty, just watching their reactions would egg him on even more to play into it. i feel like even if the partner was used to seeing him a little less covered up, him switching up from his usual layers or baggy clothes to something a smidge more revealing wouldn't lose its appeal for his partner, and he'd know that, lean into it, tease them for it. (like a 'you've seen my arms a billion times, babe, why are you staring'? but you can't tear your eyes away even though he's caught you ogling him-esque situation), or that's just my take on it, anyway.

i think he has a couple of photoshoots where you can tell he was feeling himself. the w korea shoot he did right after returning from enlistment comes to mind, the marie claire shoot but specifically the ones with the satin shirt/like in my pfp, and the gq shoot bts did as a group recently. the butter concept photos with him in all white and the slicked back brown hair too are another example.

him manspreading will do it for me every time actually 😋😋 since we're all visual learners here are some of my faves...

you can't see the full thing but trust he's manspreading here. it makes him sell the cocky/arrogant aura of that song so well

him from this angle did nasty nasty things to me ngl. like why am i on my knees already?

this last one. let me fire up the alpha ceo mob boss jin fics rn.. like i usually dgaf about daddy kink but why is the first word that comes to mind when i see this photo daddy? just uncouth.

possessive, slightly jealous dom with the progressively more obscene touches YES INDEED. but i think he'd probably stop short of actually fucking yn in front of the group simply bc i don't know if i really associate exhibitionism with him. like yes i realize this is fanfic/you have to suspend your disbelief a bit/it's literally not real etc all that fun stuff but hm. i just think he's too possessive to share that view of his wife with anyone else even if it is to make them understand/even remind her that she's his

defo could see foreplay happening openly, or just getting really really handsy with yn in a way that's meant to prove the point that she isn't for anyone else though.. whether it's a groping and fingering under the blanket or table type beat then sucking those fingers into his mouth or making her suck on them (and everyone sees that and is like Oh...), really really overbearing touches, kisses that go beyond cute/romantic and are bordering obscene, leaving hickies, putting yn in his lap or in an otherwise compromising position (moaned just writing this one out) to almost humiliate her for even entertaining others' attention... just anything to convey that she's his short of actually fucking in front of everyone, so they get the hint and fuck off.

what i can absolutely see though is him taking yn somewhere (like if it's a restaurant or a party just taking them to another room) and when they get back yn is all marked up, can't think/walk straight etc so what they were doing is just that obvious, so everyone else is just like OKAY WE GET IT... that's your wife. bonus if he keeps her panties and tells her to stay like that for the rest of the night without anyone else seeing otherwise she's getting punished when they get home. but the fucking in front of everyone part you're gonna have to sell me on a little more haha