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+ bonus: yoongi’s power walk

Why am I reading Christmas fics in April? I really loved this for the premise and the optimistic ending.

this christmas | myg

part of the happy ho-lidays collab with @floralseokjin​ @sugaurora​ @underthejoon​ @winetae​ @btssavedmylifeblr​ and @kpopfanfictrash​!

summary⇢ it’s been a while since you’ve been home for the holidays, but this year, you finally plan on rectifying that. things are going well for you—great job, great friends, and a new boyfriend who you have a pretty great feeling about—and it seems everything in your life is finally slotting into place. but, of course, the past is a relentless specter and the universe always has a way of humbling you. in a ridiculous twist of fate, you soon find yourself stuck in a car with the very reason you have avoided coming back in the first place. pairing⇢ yoongi/reader word count⇢ 30.1k 🥴😭   rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | exes!au | road trip!au warnings⇢ angst, sexual content, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, men being assholes, an instance of underage drinking, lots of passive aggressiveness, jimin meaning well, yoongi having absurd amounts of patience and thus being very on brand, phewww does oc really go through it 😭 a/n⇢ *casually strolls in months late, sipping on eggnog* HELLO, FRIENDS 🥴 yeah, so. in true ashley fashion, this fic exploded and sprinted wayyyy past what i thought the word count would be, so now here we are 😭 😭 decking the halls in black history month LMAO! this was truly a labor of love because y’all know i don’t have the patience to write things like this in one go. but here we are!! we made it!!! 😮‍💨 🎶AND THIS CHRISTMASSSSS…WILL BEEEEEE 🎶 🎄❄️✨ of course, the title of this fic is from this holiday classic, but i would say the mood is more this. thank you for being so patient and i hope you enjoy! 😊

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ceo!yoongi

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

→ genre: ceo!au, clumsy!y/n because that’s always nice, jimin is ur best friend, floofy fluff, a touch of nsfw aka office sex

→ wordcount: 21k+ so u should probably read this using ur laptop and not ur phone

→ note: inspired by my love for an intimidating yoongi in suits 

(gif isn’t mine!) 

(((and the read more function iS there so if it doesn’t work for some reason i am sorry don’t attack me))) 

“shit, shit, shit, fuck- ow, shit- fUCK”

you scramble around your apartment shoving things into your purse while simultaneously dressing yourself

out of all the days to wake up late

why did todAY have to be one of them???

you have your house keys dangling from your mouth while you wiggle into a pair of jeans aNd your phone is sandwiched in between your shoulder and your ear

“the new boss is going to be here any minute now, where the hell are you??”

“obviously i slept through my goddamn alarm, jimin! i- yes, i’ll be there in like… five minutes. i’m on the bus already”

that was an obvious lie because you’re still trying to find a decent shirt to wear

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Now We Reign | myg

☆summary: when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

☆pairing: Min Yoongi x singer female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: work collaborators to lovers, idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

☆warnings: alcohol, cursing, OC has family problems similar to those Yoongi went through, financial insecurity, loneliness, cheating but not cheating because they are on a break, sexist interviewer, explicit content: grinding, dom!reader, switch!Yoongi, big dick!Yoongi, oral sex (male and female receiving), jerking off, face riding, tits/nipples play, hickey, fingering, protected sex, choking, clit play, denied orgasms (due to consensual drunk sex), fingering, mentions of anal sex, handcuffs, anal plug, anal fingering

☆word count: 34.9k

☆a/n: it’s so weird to post something other than The Forgotten Spaces :’) I hope you’ll still enjoy this! As per always, thank you to @moonleeai​ for her incredible work as my beta reader! You’re the best <3

☆Read the other installments in the Life Goes On series here!

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Definition of comfort smut tbh. Also Yoonkook any day.

Later Sounds Good Too. (m) | ONE SHOT | MIN YOONGI, JEON JUNGKOOK, 6.5k 

Pairing(s) : Yoongi x Reader; Jungkook x Reader; Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook 

Summary: It’s a rare day off and when it comes down to it, nothing quite hits the spot like quality time does. 

Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+) for language, smut (fem-reader; oral (f-receiving and m-receiving); nipple-play; fingering; dirty talk; unprotected sex; penetrative sex; riding; multiple-orgasms; v v v messy sex, imho because of Jungkook + the squirting + the creampies haha; threesome); fluff and smut; - idol!AU - established relationship. 

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“He’s so loud.” 

Yoongi snuggles his face by your side as you try and complete a level on In the Seom. Four moves left, thirty blue shells to go, and not a single whale in sight. 

“He’s doing a public service announcement tipsy,” you reply absentmindedly. 

“He'd be loud even if he wasn't tipsy.” 

You smile given that there was some truth to it. But you loved Jungkook singing and you knew that Yoongi loved it too. 

Back to your phone, the placement of four shells result in two spinning tops. No luck. Yoongi’s interest is piqued when you curse under your breath. 

“Need me to buy you more gems?” 

You elbow him as best as you could, but he avoids it graciously. “I still have four hearts left.” 

Yoongi peeks over your shoulder which gives you the opportunity to wind your arm back and push your fingers through his hair. He inhales at the gentle scrape of your nails in this prescribed rhythm of to and fro. 

“I thought you got me a better house,” he remarks, watching as his SUGA avatar ambles by the front of Jimin’s house only to falter and sit. An old man through and through. 

“Wanted to get Jimin the baby chick house instead.” 

He answers with a slight grumble, which really is just an indistinct noise loosely translated to whatever. 

It’s a rare day off, as they all were, but this time around, they’ll get more, and you didn’t really know what to do with that. It’s a future that they’ve wanted for the longest time and you spend it in bed, resting, doing nothing. 

“He’s probably drunk by now,” you replied, trying your best to embrace Yoongi even though he stays glued behind you, his soft hair tickling your arm. 

Then, a sudden burst of sound - 

“Do you know what I do for a living?”

You started to laugh, in turn losing again on the current level of the game. The graphics explode and your points plummet. You twist to somehow drag Yoongi closer as he tries to bury his face on your back to stifle his groan. The speakers are surround sound, loud enough to invade the slit under the door. 

“He does this every time,” he laughs, squeezing you tighter that you startle, your phone slipping out of your touch, clattering onto the floor. That’ll teach you to situate yourself on the edge of the bed. 

“He’s literally doing what you wanted.”

“And what’s that?” 

You scrunch your nose, kissing him lightly. “Rooting for the song.”  

He grumbles his reply before sitting to haul you up, guiding you on his lap as he rests against the headboard - one that took Jungkook an age to source. It was between a standard wooden headboard, (usually Yoongi’s preference) and a tufted leather one. The latter won, which became the better option in the end. Better for the back but not necessarily for anything to grip on, as all three of you confirmed. 

“I could have used him as our promotional manager then.” 

You grinned, fixing Yoongi’s hair. It’s longer now, resembling more of what he initially strived for. There was a collection of black and white photographs that Yoongi pulled out, shyly raising his wishes and voicing out how he was tired of his clean cut, cropped hair. There was one specific reference picture of Kim Hyun Sik with his long locks disturbed by the sea breeze. 

“And to think that I was saying how grown up he was already,” Yoongi sighed. 

“He is,” you said, leaning down to kiss him. “And you’re just as bad when you get drunk.” 

“How?” Yoongi asks, pushing the words onto your lips.

“Loud.” 

On cue, Jungkook amps up the speakers, picks a ballad to sing in perfect pitch. There he goes, overly sentimental when inebriated. 

“‘’M not that loud,” Yoongi protests, you make a noncommittal noise, prepared to moot the point but instead his kisses grow fervent. Soft lips anchoring you to the reality that he was more or less hard beneath you. 

“Beg to differ,” you countered, smiling into it. 

He parts his mouth and the glide of his tongue is slow, his hands following up your sides, curling on your shoulder as you widen your legs so you could grind properly. He tastes of a little bit of whiskey and something distinctly himself, and you groan into the kiss, the realisation that you missed him - them. It hits you all at once. He could probably feel it from the way you pressed yourself closer, impossibly close, wanting to eradicate every millimetre of distance between, to meld your bodies together. 

That’s definitely the wine talking.

In the distance, Jungkook breaks out into another ballad, growing more salubrious and loud. Yoongi shifts, squeezing your hips as you laugh against his mouth breathlessly. 

“He’s singing that for you,” Yoongi says, his hands slipping under the shirt you’re wearing, the one he leant you from earlier. It seems that you only ever wear what was theirs these days, spending so much time at home. Yoongi applies a firm pressure on your hips, controlling the way you grinded on his lap, making sure to have your core over his erection. Up then down, teasing out a groan from him as you moaned softly. 

“When will guys let that go,” you complained. 

It was a song you attached to someone undeserving. Now, it carries little importance and the sting has dulled into nothing. 

Yoongi tipped your chin up, kissing down your neck, soft presses of his lips on heated skin. 

“Or it might just be a good song,” he offers. “You know how he gets.” 

You rolled your eyes, humping down for emphasis, tearing a grunt from him as he shot you a warning look. 

“You and I both -”

“Wooah WOAAh WOAHHHH!”

Followed by an audible clatter of the chair. 

Any trace of conversation with Yoongi dissolves as you giggled, turning your head to the door as Jungkook continues to sing his heart out. Yoongi shakes his head, amused like you. 

In the moment of reprieve, he takes the opportunity to push you on your back suddenly. You choke out a grunt, momentarily disoriented, legs suddenly hitching up as he swiftly threads your shorts from your legs. 

“I think it’s cute,” you said, in Jungkook’s defence. Yoongi rolls his eyes, chucking your shorts and underwear to a place where it can neither be seen nor reached. 

“The bed’s big enough you know,” you pointed out, mourning the loss. 

The air is cool and you shiver as Yoongi wedges himself between your legs, the rough fabric of his shorts rubbing against you immediately. 

“You should've known that he was going to tease you for this long and,” you murmured, reaching up to kiss him, “you don’t exactly do anything to stop him.” 

Yoongi hums, his breath hovering over your lips, “you don’t help either.” 

Pulling back, your eyebrows raise, “I’m rooting for the song as hard as you were!” 

As if Yoongi never liked being showered with attention, you thought. He was just less open about it compared to Jungkook, blushing in the same rosy tint, right to the tips of his ears. The sappiest out of the three of you, Yoongi is the kind of man who throws an entire birthday bash for his dog, Holly, and remembers every single detail, down to the very minutiae. 

Yoongi looks at you now, red in the face, that tug of a smirk on the corner of his mouth. 

“Love you,” you say, unrestrained. You press your lips into a line, containing your giggle. 

“Love you too, now, legs up,” he commands soon after rucking your shirt up. Easy deflection, one that you allow because he gets flustered, too. 

The heat surges up your body, aware that you’re about to be fully exposed. Although, you let Yoongi to adjust you up on the bed, not too far from the cushy headboard. What was surprising was the fact that his enthusiasm began in seconds, manhandling you so that he’s practically pressing your thighs all the way back. So much so that your hips are tipped upwards.  

“Yoongi!” You gasped, “wait!” 

He stops, arching his brow as if to ask What? 

The same question rolls around in your head so you try your best to answer, “just that…” 

It’s not that you were against it or that you wanted him to stop. It’s more of the fact that Jungkook hadn’t invested in soft lighting yet and not a single lamp was in sight. It would be too much of a hassle in this position to switch on the mood lighting and if you were being honest, hearing Welcome to Jungkook’s MIKROKOSMOS and then fucking under a kaleidoscopic galaxy while at the same time, Jungkook is belting out Young Love past the door was too… noreabang. 

Simply that you’d rather not have Yoongi eat you out in such an ambiance. 

Your eyes must have told Yoongi without having to voice your reservations and he goes on to kiss the inside of your knee. He pairs this with a soft knead on your thigh. A habit formed to calm. 

“The lights are on,” you said anyway, oversimplifying it while covering your crotch but Yoongi pries your hand away in the same second to place four fingers over your throbbing centre. He’s not quite rubbing but touching. When he does that your thoughts decide to cease.

Clearly not waiting to converse, he leans close, uses both of his thumbs to spread you wide. It causes your clit to peek out as he licks along your throbbing core languidly. Your breathing gets heavier, your hands clutching at the sheets as Yoongi kisses your core, dragging your folds open, licking once more. Still, your thighs try to twitch close, bracketing his head. He throws you an indignant  glance and forces your thighs to splay, and just looks. 

It’s ridiculous how Yoongi does that with a reserved admiration, it made your toes curl from being so exposed. 

“Yoongi, stop staring,” you complained, feeling all too hot, like the overhead bulbs became a concentrated light beam, frying you slowly but surely. 

“Pretty,” he mutters out loud and you tilt your head back, covering your face with your hands. He said it in that drawl, too. You knew that he meant the world but that didn’t prevent you from getting shy. 

Jungkook has stopped singing again and it’s your heartbeat that’s replaced the echo in your ears. 

You’ve tensed back up and Yoongi resumes, licking another stripe, flattening his tongue, so much saliva and your own slick. You can feel it trickle down, soaking his lips and chin. 

“Bet I can make you come before he finishes that song,” he challenges. 

Bringing yourself back down, you tune your ears and lightly thump him on the head. The energetic beat was unmistakable and you’re in half a mind to shove Yoongi away. His shoulders were shaking as he laughed to himself. 

“You are not eating me out to Super Tuna. Besides, that’s only a minute long.”

Yoongi tries his best to look wounded and ends up pouting adorably. “Bet I can though.” 

And you thought that Jungkook was competitive. 

Before you speak, there is the resounding chant of - 

“Chamchi!”

“Chamchi!” 

You groaned in frustration, covering your face again. This is definitely noraebang vibes and you’re outnumbered. Jungkook was really trying his best as he sang Where did my fish go? 

Yoongi kisses up your thigh, bringing himself to hover over you and gently reveals your face from the shield of your palms. Gripping the lengthy locks that cover his nape, you place your heels on his lower back, helping him to grind his clothed erection over your slit. “He’s gonna sing something sad now, I know it.” 

Barely any time passes until Jungkook starts another speech. The words are muffled but then you definitely catch - 

“- Mom are you watching?” 

Yoongi hides his laughter on the side of your neck and you stifle a laugh too. 

You drape your arms around his neck, “he’s such a sap.” 

Yoongi nuzzles his nose against yours, humming the tune as Jungkook hits all the notes. He pats your thigh and you stretch your back. As soon as his tongue flicks on your clit, every other sound mutes. This time, he goes deeper, his nose pressing on the swollen nub as he goes lower. You’re wet in no time, slightly conscious that it’s getting on your inner thighs as Yoongi makes a real work of it, uncaring to the point that he slurps. 

And because you’re not at the point where you can fully let go yet, you squirm in his hold. He holds you down, those strong arms shoving your legs up and spreading you even more. 

“Y-yoongi,” you whined, debating on biting at the hem of your shirt because although Jungkook’s place is big, it echoes. Your legs tremble while Yoongi groans and pulls back. You see that his chin glistens and some liquid even runs down his neck, tainting his collar. His face is flushed, the tip of his nose kissed in pink. 

He prods two of his fingers inside and you jolt, hearing the squelch. 

“I’ll be too loud,” you confessed, the words kind of massacred since you were chewing on your shirt. 

“Bite your shirt,” Yoongi replies, deadpan. Your jaw drops but he doesn’t wait or elaborate. 

He rubs your folds and you mewl, doing as he said and tugging the shirt between your teeth as your head enters the floaty kind of space. He spreads them open and you clench at the warmth of his breath; he puts his tongue inside and you squeeze your eyes shut, doing your best to keep your voice undetected. 

And it doesn’t take long for you to let all the reservations go, tilting your hips to where it felt good, removing one hand so that you can slip it in Yoongi’s hair. Encouraged, Yoongi pushes your legs back and in turn, baring you even more. Curious strokes of Yoongi’s fingers resulting in a torturous drag. 

Your neck strains since you’ve thrown your head back, dizzy from the way Yoongi alternates between fucking you with his fingers and sucking on your clit. It builds you up and up and up that you let an ah slip through. Evidently, Yoongi had excellent timing because while Jungkook was busy with Love, Maybe and right as he hits the high notes, he starts to properly eat you out. 

Here’s one of your boyfriend’s technically serenading you and the other has his face pressed between your legs, making a right mess.

Maybe it is love. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you gasped, thighs clinging around Yoongi’s head, “please.” 

Yoongi moans himself and you’re drenched, you can’t even tell the difference if it was his spit or your slick. Just that the slide of his tongue is smooth and your legs are comfortably atop his shoulders. 

“Y-yoongi,” you hissed, not really in control of your own body as you fist the sheets, biting down on your lip to muffle your moans. “I’m gonna, ahn -”

You feel his tongue lick up and cover your clit with his mouth then suck. 

Your stomach tenses and you yank at his hair, vaguely registering that he hissed. You did that because you were gushing. But Yoongi grabs your thighs and holds you down so you can ride your orgasm out on his face, until you’re the one retreating since it was too much and you weren’t sure if you could keep quiet anymore. 

After, you go limp on the bed, the aftershocks getting more and more subdued. Yoongi massages your legs, climbing up to plant a wet kiss on your cheek. He kisses again below your ear and - 

“Thanks for the meal.”

You scrunch your nose and softly push at his chest, wiping his mouth for him. You pat his hair down remorsefully, “did it hurt?” 

He wasn’t one to like getting his hair pulled and well, sometimes you get carried away. 

Yoongi shrugs, “was under a minute, right?” 

“Yoongi.” 

Outside, Jungkook sings a song from Jung Seung Hwan, a total opposite of the current mood. 

And Yoongi was yanking his shirt off, “quick, before he makes into a trot song.”

You reach for him, in the throes of laughter as he meets you with a kiss. 

Perhaps tonight, analogously, you can check fucking in a noraebang off your list. 

-

The position is precarious and required some thought before execution. 

But you’ve had your second orgasm and Yoongi didn’t have any qualms about doing most of the work. Simply, you were spoiled rotten and hardly had the chance to make up for it. 

“D’you want to go to Tongyeong?” 

Yoongi’s voice sounds so clear by your ear as your back is pressed on his chest, sweaty but sated. The lights remain on and the shower audibly runs somewhere. Jungkook is humming something romantic, was it TIM? 

Through the fog of your thoughts, you wiggle your hips since Yoongi was still seated inside you. You liked doing that and it helped that either of them didn’t mind because it’s the fastest way to get them hard again. 

The turn of phrase prompts you to cast your mind back to the sandy beaches and scattered villas. Tongyeong was special not because it was isolated but because that’s where the three of you had a small house. A quaint bubble you retreat to when the apartments were too stifling and the city became overwhelming. Although it’s been a while, you worry about the state of things there, the few plants you left must have withered by now. 

“Can you steal some time away?” You asked, knowing that it was easier to pivot in your schedule in comparison. Yoongi rubs at the skin of your thigh. 

“A month and a bit.” 

“Funny,” you replied, breath hitching as he adjusts himself once more. 

“Hm?” 

“Jungkook, ah,” you exhaled, since Yoongi was kissing the space below your ear, “he mentioned the same thing to me a few days ago.” 

You were both on one of the random mattresses with Bam draped over your legs while Song and Paeng skittered about, their nails tapping on the marbled floor. Jungkook just asked it as if it was the same as Do you want to order tonight? 

You feel Yoongi’s knuckles brush your hip, a drowsy back and forth motion. “Did he ask you in the same way?” 

“If you’re asking whether he was inside me, he wasn’t,” you laughed, earning a breathy chuckle from him. 

Suddenly, Jungkook stumbles into the bedroom in the flimsiest towel imaginable. Wonderfully trimmed and pleasing at every angle, his skin is damp and so was his hair. Technicolour tattoos adorn his arm, ending neatly at the shoulder. You smile. The towel didn’t even reach his knees. 

“Ah, Mr. Lightweight,” you announced. 

“‘M not a lightweight,” Jungkook complains, skating his nose along the length of your neck. The sudden weight presses you harder onto Yoongi’s cock. You groaned, throbbing involuntarily.

His hair wet and his skin freshly moisturised but complete with ruddy cheeks. 

“You sure? You were out for more than an hour,” you informed,  squeezing the water out from his hair, letting it trickle down your wrist as he lolls his head forward, nuzzling against the side of your neck.

He mumbles something intelligible until Yoongi interjects.

“The wine isn’t that strong,” Yoongi replied, and Jungkook nodded. His full weight was on you now, hot and heavy that you tried to shove some of him off.

“Hyung’s right, it isn’t,” he said, all too pliant. You grinned, hauling him up so that there was some distance between his sleepy face and yours. 

“Was a good concert,” you murmured, blending the leftover moisturiser onto his skin properly. Jungkook scrunches his nose, inwardly pleased. 

“You’re naked and hyung’s naked.”  

“That we are,” Yoongi quips, gripping your hips because you laughed and clenched around him unintentionally. 

The scant towel around Jungkook’s waist slips off and sets things back into equilibrium. You grin as he stares at his erection. Impressive for someone who probably finished a bottle himself.

“And you two fucked without me,” he accused, the vowels ending a soft mumble. 

Jungkook mentioned once that there’s nothing quite like FOMO when it came to sex. Even with Yoongi’s personal, regimented schedule Jungkook managed to outdo the both of you. There were dance lessons, drums, boxing, and now he’s eyeing camping, too. Pent up energy, he said. Sometimes, you tease him and say that how come he doesn’t get tired after marathon sex but he simply shrugged replied we can’t have sex every time I’m pent up, you’ll be sore. 

That shut you up immediately. 

All of your personal endeavours involve a rather lax commitment to the gym and perhaps the odd pottery class in Hannam. The owner is kind and patient, allowing you to store four pots at the studio as you haven’t had the time to stop by. Yoongi jokes that you’re only there because they have unlimited Iced Americanos. Did they want you to have a heart attack before the work even makes it to the kiln? Jungkook kept every single one that you brought home - the very first, misshapen creature is guarded by the stern figures of Iron Man and Captain America. A picture of heroic security on a plastic shelf. 

Putting it all together, you didn’t get moments like these often. But when you do, there’s nothing to worry about. 

Your record was five. Or seven on a good day. 

To animate his terrible loss, Jungkook runs his touch along your sides, fuelling the desire that ebbed away earlier to pull back in. His thumbs rest on your nipples, taut from the cold air and now from his touch. Yoongi groans quietly since you tightened up and you lean your head back feeling his hardening cock shift deeper inside. 

You expect Jungkook to leave it and have Yoongi carry on but he leans forward and seals his mouth over your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, pushing your chest towards the sweet-sharp pain from the bite of his teeth. Yoongi exhales through his nose and sits up abruptly, you feel him yank your legs up and so wide that you shiver. He kisses a spot next to your ear, blunt nails digging into your flesh and Jungkook sucks your nipple and kneads the other with a tattooed hand. 

“You like it that much, mn?” Yoongi murmurs, the words sinking in a deeper timbre, “like that Jungkookie’s mouth is on your pretty tits while you’re sitting on my cock?” 

It was so unfair that you were caught in the middle, “shut up,” you whined, rocking your hips fruitlessly. You couldn’t even move properly, reduced to breathless moans and hitching gasps. 

Yoongi was deep enough inside you that it could feel good but Jungkook had trapped you flush against Yoongi’s chest. Moving was a task and a half, not to mention Yoongi has you spread so wide that the stretch on your legs burns a little. You grip at Jungkook’s hair and he moans, you feel the inconsequential vibrations of his voice on your skin, silky in its delivery. Hot puffs of air, the swipe of his tongue, Jungkook adds the graze of his teeth and your head leans on Yoongi’s shoulder, so fucked out before things have actually begun. 

“Touch her,” Yoongi demands, his voice too calm for how hard your cunt was clamping around him. Jungkook does just that, pressing his thumbs to drag your folds open, then circles your swollen clit. You cry out, body arching in protest. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes. You couldn’t bear to look, it was too exposing, you throb around Yoongi’s cock, your hips betraying you as you squirmed on Yoongi’s lap. 

“Pretty.”

You moaned softly, Jungkook sounded like he was under a spell and said it the same way Yoongi says it: reverently. 

He rubs your clit harder and your legs tremble, you cover one of Yoongi’s hands with your own for comfort. He kisses the side of your neck, then ducks his head down to kiss your shoulder, “doing so well, hm? Bet Jungkookie’s jealous that I’m the one inside you.”

“Don’t brag, hyung,” Jungkook complains, punctuating it by kissing you. 

He tastes minty and his lip ring dents your skin, you feel him smile as you gasp in his mouth. One of his hands was back on your tits, the web of his index and middle finger squeezing your nipple. The position is cramped, Jungkook was heavy and if you could feel the weight, Yoongi might as well have been crushed onto the headboard. 

“Jungkook,” he warns, his hips angling upwards, thrusting his cock into you in shallow pumps. You moaned against Jungkook’s lips, overwhelmed as he sucked on your tongue. He kept circling his finger on your clit and there was so much heat that all three of you were sweating, pressed so close together, skin slippery and hot. 

“C-can’t, oh fuck, fuck,” you whimper. 

Yoongi groans and you can tell that he was holding himself back from fucking into you. But you can feel how hard he was, how at every clench around his cock, he gave into it in the cant of his hips. You’re dizzy and your breathing is ragged. Jungkook tips your head while pinching your chin gently and he gives the slightest of nods, his mouth parting as his tongue licks at your bottom lip. 

It doesn’t register straight away but when it does, the strength that overtakes you almost leads you to breaking from their grasp. Yoongi braces you to himself as your orgasm crashes down on you in a sudden gush, your whole body seizing as your toes curl, absorbing the sudden wave of pleasure.  

“Shit,” Jungkook marvels and you look in time to see the spray of liquid from your pussy, pushing Yoongi’s cock out in an instant. 

Everything was so wet, down your inner thighs, all over Yoongi’s crotch. He holds your hip and you sobbed as you end up on your knees, throwing your body over Jungkook as he holds your trembling form as you ride out the aftershocks. You emit small, quivering exhales as Jungkook kisses the tacky skin of your shoulder, praising you and mumbling how good you were, the ghost-like imprint of his knuckles running along the length of your spine. 

It takes a few seconds and you find yourself on your back, conveniently away from the damp sheets. Jungkook continues to kiss you to distract, knowing how overwhelmed you feel now, still wracked by shivers, your breathing trying to return to normal. 

“Can I?” Jungkook asks, a loose hold on your ankles, positioning them in a way that spreads you wide again. You wince as his cock rests on your throbbing cunt, the length weighed down heavily. You nod, reaching up to tug him into a kiss. 

“You sure you’re not tired?” Jungkook asks. You shake your head, there comes a point when you’re in that cycle. When the ache morphs into nothing but good. 

It was addictive. 

In your periphery, you see Yoongi push his hair away from his face, noticeably flushed and his cock straining against his abdomen. Jungkook lines himself up and slowly thrusts inside. You whimper as he bottoms out and at the same time, silently beckon Yoongi. He doesn’t understand at first, until you open your mouth and reveal your tongue. He places a pillow beneath your head and cradles the side of your face. Jungkook groans and carries on fucking you. 

“Fuck, ah,” you gasp as Jungkook places his hand on your knees, keeping you spread and open for his cock. 

Yoongi gently guides his cock in your mouth, the head sliding against the smooth walls, saliva coating it into velvet slick. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” Jungkook moans, and you tighten up from his words, bobbing your head before it gets rough. You’re not sure if you’re even managing a proper job but Yoongi throws his head back, the muscles on his abdomen tightening. You lick at the tip, compensating by circling his length and pumping your hand around him. Dipping your tongue on the slit, you swallow down again, gagging slightly as your throat opens up to accommodate. But Jungkook was going too hard and you turned your head, causing Yoongi’s cock to slip out of your mouth. 

“J-jungkook, ah, ah, fuck,” you whined, gripping at his thigh. He used that as a signal to come closer, those broad shoulders pinning you in half as he delivered a chaste kiss to your ankle. Each thrusts caused sparks to run along your body and your eyes shut, succumbing to the blinding heat. The bed dips as Yoongi retreats and you kind of feel bad for a moment, unable to be attentive to either. 

Vaguely, you register that you sound like sex, the wet slap of skin, the feeble whimpers when he grinds just right. It makes you exhale a laugh and he looks at you, struck by it. Ever the gentlemen, Jungkook keeps the rhythm and doesn’t stop, only inquiring through the raising of his brows. 

“What?” 

“Nothing, ‘s good,” you giggled, the ending turning into a moan after a deeper thrust. Encouraged, he goes harder, quick and sharp strokes that fucks his cock in so good that you came, tucking your face into his neck. It still bowls you over just how good it was, how they can keep you in this cycle that seems infinite. Tears collect in your eyes and Jungkook brushes them away as carefully as he can. 

“One more, please,” he breathed against your lips. You nod, helpless but willing to give it to him. 

“I’m sorry,” he then pleads in between laughs. Yoongi was chuckling, too. 

Then, a final thrust, hard and deep, Jungkook groans and you whimper while your body shakes, fingers scrabbling on the sheets for purchase. Your mind blanks, you thrash as your hip twists away due to the sensitivity. 

It takes a moment for that temporary comedown. Orgasms render things into a buzz, a floaty, enigmatic feeling. Then, you realise that come was dribbling out of you in a foamy gloop. A muted clicky sound makes its way past the cotton of your hearing and you want to curl up and hide. 

That was your least favourite part. 

“‘M so full,” you sighed. 

Jungkook’s flushed face is shiny. He pushes his hair up, crushing the matted strands even more. The swell of his chest was distracting and so was his glistening cock, somewhat on its way out if not for how hard you were clenching around him. 

“I’ll clean it up.”

“W-what?”

He slips out and you moan at the sudden emptiness before becoming aware that Jungkook is shoving your legs towards your chest. He exchanges a look with Yoongi, diving down to mouth at your cunt. You hissed as Jungkook runs the flat of his tongue along your tender slit, flicking right on the swollen bud of your clit. 

“No, n-no too much,” you whined but the sway of your hips betrays you in an instant. 

“Thanks for the meal,” he mutters, muffled because he was busy sticking his face in probably. You couldn’t even laugh as his nose bumps your clit, making you keen. Out of sheer embarrassment from being plucked out of the haze, you gently whack his shoulder with your heel. He was basically licking at his own come and Yoongi’s too. 

You didn’t know if you were turned on or grossed out. 

“Stay still,” Yoongi demands. 

You try to and Yoongi leans down to kiss you. It’s a distraction from the wet, sucking noises Jungkook was making as he ‘cleans’ you up, pushing two fingers inside to displace more. Hazarding a look, you see him taking his time, eyes half lidded and transfixed. The tip of his nose was glimmering, his pink lips bright and swollen. 

He looked obsessed. 

Maybe it was more of a turn on right now. 

At least you could feel Yoongi’s cock springing into hardness again, hot and throbbing by your hip. 

“Hngh, ah, ahn, please,” you beg, squirming since Jungkook has splayed four fingers over your pussy only to rub it furiously. In vain, you try to wrap a hand around Yoongi, who resorted to humping your side, as desperate as you were. Thrashing in their hold, you’re heading towards another peak, slick between your thighs, obscene noises from your pussy, the stiff bud of your clit getting constant simulation. Jungkook’s tattooed arm flexed some and vibrated as he was going so hard. 

“Wait, ah, wait- ”

Jungkook slaps your clit and your gasp becomes silent, orgasming for the fourth time. 

“Fuck!”

You think of nothing, you are nothing apart from the resounding phrase so good, so good, so good. 

You must have said it out loud because Jungkook was kissing your face and murmuring the same thing along with I love you, fuck, I love you. 

You hear yourself say it back, love you, I love you. 

Then, still disoriented as Yoongi noses along your jaw, impulsively, you say - 

“Let me ride you.”

He throws you a hesitant look, “but you just came.”

“You’re hard.”

It sounds simple enough. 

On shaky limbs, you guide Yoongi to sit back and swing your leg over. He sucks in a breath and you see how hard he was. And you sink onto it, slow and inch by inch, your pussy takes him in. Seated comfortably, you rock your hips and sigh at how warm it was. Yoongi hisses, bares his teeth slightly as you tighten up again. Placing your arms behind your back, stacked and ready, Jungkook hurries to support you. 

“Fuck, okay.”

With no prelude, Yoongi brackets your hips with his large hands, fucking up into you in short, measured thrusts. His face is red probably from the attention and of chasing his own orgasm but you knew you were tight and wet and he loved this. Granted that it doesn’t take you long before coming again, Jungkook lets go of your arms to push your hips down, you yelp, legs and torso shaking uncontrollably as Yoongi’s cock splits you open. There was so much liquid pulsing out, your inner thighs slippery and warm. You cried out, collapsing at the feeling of being stuffed as Yoongi came, his mouth covering your nipple, biting just enough that it’s good. 

Overstimulated and trembling too hard, you raise yourself using your thighs and Yoongi’s cock slips out, slapping on his stomach. More come and your squirt splashes on the pale expanse of his skin. He groans as you settle on his thigh, your cunt clenching involuntarily.

“Shit,” Jungkook hissed, appearing from the back, cupping your chin. Understanding, you tip your head up, closing your eyes in time. You were all messy but Jungkook’s aim was poor, especially in times like these. He grunts as his hand moves furiously, wet noises of his cock squeezed out and it hits you, warm silvery stripes that you jolt on reflex. 

And you weren’t one to sugarcoat things. Dick tasted like dick but cum tasted bitter. 

“Blegh.”

“Sorry,” he says, his breathing heavy. 

“Aim better, Kook-ah,” Yoongi scolds, cleaning up the parts on your eyelids. 

“Or eat less meat,” you add. 

“Okay, I’ll do whatever,” Jungkook replies. He sounds out of it, like in a trance. It’s kind of adorable. 

You feel two sets of fingers swipe your eyelids and you overcome the initial disgust and catch their fingers in your mouth. Your tongue wraps around the digits in a slow, downward take. Yoongi groans in feigned annoyance while Jungkook’s eyes sort of glazes over. Worked up, you press their fingers on the roof of your mouth. It’s a tight fit so they draw back with a muted pop and you let yourself relax against Jungkook’s chest. 

“I’m literally leaking.” 

Yoongi’s rumble of a laugh makes you squirm but Jungkook’s hands were back on your thighs, massaging lightly. There was so much that your efforts in keeping it inside until you got in the shower were pointless. 

“Ugh, the sheets,” you huffed, tipping your hips up and bringing your legs close together. Jungkook grabs your ankles and Yoongi snakes a hand down. 

“Wait -”

Too late. 

You were swiftly manhandled and your legs kept wide, Yoongi’s fingers pressing to flower your pussy open, Jungkook’s hands slotting snugly at the backs of your knees. Through it all, you moaned softly. The whole shuffling made air whip on your skin and everything was so wet and sore.

“Fuck,” they both said.

You rolled your eyes, landing your head on Jungkook’s shoulder to shift your attention to the plain ceiling. As hard as you tried, you were still clenching. Accepting your fate, you kicked your leg in the air, “there’s so much.”

You feel more trickle out down your ass onto the sheets. Jungkook places a hand on your smaller back, tilting you up. 

“It’s meant to stay in anyway,” he informed and Yoongi cupped your pussy, his fingers dragging some come back inside. 

“What? Trying to see if it takes?” You remark jokingly. 

Yoongi leans in for a kiss, “not a bad idea.” 

You shove at him only to be kissed by Jungkook, who hummed his agreement.

“Kids are expensive, you know,” you argued, strangely comfortable in your current position. Jungkook laughed arrogantly, full bellied and with his chest. 

“As if we can’t provide for you,” Yoongi says.

Jungkook echoes this by adjusting you so that no more come would end up rolling out and down. You laugh then, trying to escape. But they held you close, eventually laughing along too.  

And you all collapse in a heap, the tired satiation settling in your bones. 

Eventually though, because you’re only human who’s aware of the stickiness that has befallen you say - 

“Shower.”

“The sheets,” Yoongi replies, eyes shut and turning so that he was more comfortable.

To your side, you reach forward, gently massaging Jungkook’s nape. Immediately, there’s a quiet, “hgnh.” You smiled, raking your nails along his scalp. He shivers at the contact, stirring awake. Two slow blinks, those large eyes clearly begging for sleep. 

“Later,” he mumbled. 

Seconds pass and something comes over you. 

Something intangible and oddly, ethereal. 

Earlier, while you were reading a book, you came across a word that stayed with you for a long while. 

Beatific. 

It might be that, you think. Or something closer altogether. 

Whatever it was, you were unsure if they felt it too so you look at either of them in turn. 

Yoongi’s face is serene and on the verge of sleep. Jungkook’s closed eyes and pink lips. They seemed younger like this, actually. Unguarded. For a few more seconds, you allow yourself to bask in it and settle in the quiet calm. 

It makes you think about other ideas that aren’t too bad. 

Like spending a week at Tongyeong or lazing around here without feeling like the outside is a centrifuge, spinning to pull you apart from each other as soon as you cross the threshold.

Yeah. 

Later sounds good too. 

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