Requested by: Sunmin (Quotev)

Rating - M (smut, profanity)

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Parties were always exhausting, but this one had a certain sting to it that Y/n despised. By that she meant there were three men who were staring at her since they got here. And those three men were Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, and Min Yoongi.

She thought she was in control of herself and her body, but those three changed that. Truth be told, they had been friends for years. Not best friends, but friends. And that was enough for her to desire them in a dangerous way. She hated herself for it sometimes. It felt... wrong, but not in a fun way, in a way that made her despise herself more than usual.

At the same time, they were gentle with her, which seemed contradictory to their lustful gazes, but behind the desire, she could see genuine care.

Regardless, she shook the thoughts off, going back to dancing in the crowd and pretending that the trio weren't staring at her while she danced. They were in a nightclub with flashing lights, the smell of alcohol floating in the air, and blasting house music.

The man dancing with her was borderline grinding on her, so she gave up and strolled away, pushing past the people until she was free of them. Ugh. People. She hated them as much as she hated this teasing between her and her work friends. All part of the same company doing the same job in the real estate agency. But that was far from what was important. Boring work aside, those men weren't boring. How did she know that? Because Yoongi was following her while the other two boys were watching.

She dipped into the private hall, hearing moaning and gasps behind the 'private' but not so private rooms. Despite how she had a feeling she'd be joining them in a minute, it didn't make it any less gross to hear when she wasn't in full hormone mode. Not yet, anyway. Yoongi was following her, after all.

Wordlessly, without even acknowledging Yoongi's presence, she went inside the nearest open room and didn't bother shutting the door. She didn't need to: Yoongi did. As soon as the sound echoed throughout the room, Y/n shifted on her heel, letting her navy blue dress highlight her curves in the dim lighting of the room. A small room, too. It only had a nice red carpeting and a king-sized bed.

Yoongi approached with an almost predator-like look in his eye, her pressing herself against the bed. He sat next to her, almost casually. He rested his hand on her upper thigh and trailed upwards, dipping his fingers under the fabric of her dress. The frizzes covered his hand as he went higher. His eyes asked for permission, and she granted it, leading to him taking off what waited underneath.

Her heart was in her ears as he licked his lips, coming closer and forcing her to lean back on the bed. She obeyed him, him chuckling at her obedience before taking off the straps of her gown, unzipping the back as well. 

"Don't you think it's unfair?" she asked, uttering the words against his lips. He desperately wanted a kiss, but she kept backing away just enough that they weren't connected. "You get to strip me, but I don't get to strip you?"

"What's stopping you?"

And at those words, she flipped him over, her dress slinking down as she unbuttoned his shirt. He allowed it, grunting in the process. Sharp breaths left his mouth, Y/n finishing his shirt. He leaned up so they could toss it away, her going for his pants next.

She took her time, making sure the metal of the zipper made a loud noise while she tugged it down. Yoongi observed the way she teased him, the man pulling down his pants when she was done having fun with him. Next was his boxers, and he eagerly took them off, the fabric joining the rest of his clothes. He motioned that it was her turn, so she stripped, her dress joining the pile beneath them.

Y/n eyed him, tapping her fingers against his hips, but not quite where he wanted it most. He grunted at the tingles her contact brought, his eyes squinting from the anticipation. She came over and pinned him down, her hands on his chest. Yoongi's hands gripped her hips, him licking his lips and staring at her with desire nestled in his gaze. That look alone was enough to have her body trembling.

The man was too astonished to speak, so she took it as submission and began, bringing them both pleasure. Both of them moaned, but quietly, keeping themselves limited for now. When she began her movements, her hips were on fire from the intensity of it.

More needy moans ripped themselves from their tongues, the sounds battling each other to see who'd be louder. Yoongi came out as the victor, the noises leaving his body turning her on more. He was a whimpering, begging mess beneath her, his nails moving up and down her hips to her stomach then to her thighs, leaving bruises. She wasn't sure if she should love it or hate it, but she tried her best to enjoy it and pass off the conflicting feelings inside her.

Y/n's hips were burning from the ache it took to move so fast, her breathing jagged and as she swelled with ecstasy. Yoongi was moaning her name, Y/n staring at his clammy hands and figure. Sweat spread itself over his head, dripping down the sides while he kept his mouth parted. She adored the sight, convinced she needed to keep going. So that was exactly what she did. She adored every second, her movements slow but hard enough that they were coming close to their highs.

"Don't stop," he whispered, and she obeyed. She kept her pace until they were both hitting their peaks.

A minute passed of nothing but silence and heavy breathing. As soon as they relaxed, Y/n rolled over and sighed, tracing her fingers over the marks on her, and Yoongi noticed with his brows furrowed.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, and for some reason, it was comforting. Despite them being nothing more than "friends," the touch soothed her more than anyone else ever had.

"Hey," he whispered, kissing her cheek as his delicate eyes gazed at her. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

The use of the word pretty had her breaking out into a grin, and just like that, all negative thoughts left her brain.

"Well, I don't know if I should be doing this... don't you think it makes me weird?"

"For having a desire?" he asked with a quirked brow. "We feel the same way about you, you know."

"But..." She trailed off and rubbed her forehead. As much as she enjoyed the pleasure, she couldn't help but wonder what others would think about her. "Isn't it weird? To want three guys at once? To want to be with all of you?"

"Every relationship is different, Y/n. We're adults. If we're willing to do this, and you're willing to, then why not? Maybe we'll find something beautiful."

Okay, she wasn't expecting that from Yoongi of all people, but she had to admit it warmed her heart and eased her worries. He was right: it didn't matter what others thought. She liked Yoongi, Jungkook, and Jimin, and she wanted them. They wanted her, too. That was what mattered. Not what others may think. That was their problem, not hers, and she deserved to be happy.

"Thank you, Yoongi," she whispered, and he nodded with a small yawn. She chuckled at that. "You look tired."

"When do I not?" She snorted but didn't reply, coming down from the pleasure she felt. Right when she thought she was done, Yoongi got up and hopped off the bed, dressing himself. "Should I send Jungkook in now?"

"Wait, what?"

"You want us, don't you?"

"I... I do."

He kissed her forehead and gummy smiled. "We're here for you, Y/n. Whatever you need, but also don't feel pressured. If you don't want to, you don't have to. Just say the word and we'll stop. There's nothing more important than consent."

"You're right, it is. I... let's try it. I want to try."

Yoongi hummed and went to the door, peeking over his shoulder to show her his comforting smile. Then, he left. She remained in the room, leaning back on the bed and waiting. Each second brought her heartbeat to her ears, and only two minutes later, the door opened to reveal Jeon Jungkook.

"Gorgeous," he muttered, flicking the lock on the door. He licked his lips as he approached, taking off his shirt and kicking off his shoes.

Jungkook ended up stripped in less than a minute, though he still stayed slow, as if sensing her hesitation and wanting to ease her into. He came over and laid on top of her, grabbing her hands and kissing both of them.

"You're beautiful, Y/n. If I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me. We'll stop right away. What do you want to do?"

She laughed a bit, her smile coming out. "Can we just... kiss for a while?"

It was safe to say he agreed.

They curled up together, kissing in the dim lighting of the private room with their legs tangling together. His hands ended up in her hair. The soft strokes kept her mind focused on the moment, and it filled her with more bliss than even the naughty stuff brought.

They stayed together with their arms clinging to one another, almost like they didn't want to let go. He nibbled on her lips, but much to her surprise, he otherwise didn't escalate. Not even the kiss got escalated. Their tongues never met, it was only their lips, cherishing one another.

His lips tasted like mint from his awesome toothpaste he used at least four times a day. Her hands snaked through his hair and felt how soft and warm they were, and she pulled back to stare at him. His doe eyes met hers, and he bunny grinned.

"You're beautiful, Y/n. Please don't feel bad about this. You know we're here for you, right?"

Strangely enough, she did. Her parents had never approved of her dating life. Every boy she ever brought home didn't pass their approval, and that led to a fear of falling in love. There she was, falling for three co-workers, but she didn't feel afraid anymore. Her parents mattered to her dearly, but not enough to dictate her love life. Not anymore. Never again.

So, she kissed Jungkook one more time, and he welcomed it. Still no escalations were made. They kissed in bed for a good five minutes before Jungkook backed away to place his hand on her cheek.

"Is there anything else you want to do, honey?" he asked, and the use of the word had her heart flaring with tranquility.

"No... I think I should calm myself a little before you inevitably get Jimin."

He threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, and we know how 'gentle' Jimin is, right? Damn, you're right, you need the rest before he gets here."

"So you admit it? You're going to bring Jimin next?"

Jungkook laughed more before kissing her head, then her cheeks, then her lips. That kiss didn't last as long. He gazed at her in admiration, playing with her hair.

"Only if you want me too. Whatever you want to do, we'll do. No one will be upset or disappointed. It'll never stop us from feeling the way we do, Y/n."

And she believed him. The comfort had her nuzzling her head against him, feeling more of his deep, homey scent. The mint of his breath contrasted his wood-like aroma that reminded her of home in the mountains, where she was born in a cabin. As much as she had her differences with her family, she was grateful for the opportunity to grow up in such an incredible, nature-filled area.

"I want to. I want to see Jimin," she said, but before he could move, she gripped his arm. "But maybe we should kiss a little more first."

Jungkook's eyes widened, but he was quick to obey, and the two kissed a little more, enjoying each other's presence and warmth. It took another three minutes for them to decide they had spent far too long with one another. Poor Yoongi got maybe five minutes with her while Jungkook got over ten at that point. Jimin would have to compete to get the most time with her, it seemed. It didn't change how she loved them equally and wanted them all. Jungkook sensed that and pecked her lips, getting up like Yoongi had.

"I'll see you soon, my love," he whispered, and she nodded in hopeful agreement.

His clothes returned to his body, and he went to the door, giving her one last soft smile before he departed in pursuit of Jimin. That gave her a minute to relax and reflect on the day's events.

Y/n didn't regret it. She thought she would, but she didn't. Their kind words repeated in her mind, and she found herself giggling like a schoolgirl to herself. Happiness exploded throughout her, and the fact that it wasn't even over yet had her kicking her feet. Finally, she could fall in love without feeling guilty about it. Finally, she could be free from the shackles of a judgmental world with judgmental families. She could be with them, and she could smile every day. No matter what, they'd protect her and make her feel safe. She could grow and learn to love herself more. Not because of them, no—self-love came from the self, not others; however, they'd support her on her journey. That was the beauty Yoongi was talking about: herself. She had to discover the beauty within herself, and somehow, she felt like she already had.

A minute later, the door creaked, and Jimin stepped inside, his pink hair glimmering. He kicked the door shut and didn't bother with locking it. To her surprise, he didn't strip right away. Instead, he sat next to her and took her hand, kissing it. "Are you sore?"

She forgot Jimin was the most caring man in the world. He was gaining consent of her boundaries before diving in. Granted, both Yoongi and Jungkook did the same, though there was something about Jimin's touch that calmed all her nerves and made her feel safer than ever.

Y/n cleared her throat to speak. "A little, but you don't need to be gentle."

"Who said I was going to be?" he asked, brushing her hair out of her face. "I just wanted to make sure that was okay." 

"It is. I want you, Jimin." 

That was what got him to strip. His abs had her borderline drooling, Jimin kissing her head before taking off the rest of his clothes.

"Wow," she said, and he chuckled, smirking after. Oh sugar, he was entering hot mode. She knew Jimin had duality, but dammit, she didn't think it worked that fast.

"Lean back and put your legs on my shoulders." 

She did, Jimin resting himself in between her legs to allow her to lift them. He guided her to place them on his shoulders, positioning himself in front of her. He peeked up, asking for permission. She granted it, and he pushed himself into her.

Jimin went slow, stopping to stare at her when he went fully inside. "Is this okay?" he asked, and she agreed once again. And that was what got him going.

He went at a delicate pace, picking up every few seconds to ease her into it. Jimin kissed the sides of her legs as best he could, groaning from the pleasure. He was by far the loudest and most vocal, but that wasn't a surprise. He was loud and obnoxious outside the bedroom, so she wasn't shocked to see he was the same way here.

He heaved as he held her, meeting her gaze that was struggling to stare back at him due to the intensity. "Eyes on me."

She did her best to obey him, but she failed miserably. He slowed down to the point where he was at a halt, her panting and glaring. "Jimin!"

That resulted in him snickering as he rubbed her skin, kissing her legs and keeping them hoisted on his shoulders. Jimin came closer than before, lowering his body and gazing at her. His gaze could kill, to be honest. She shook under it, him deciding to place her legs down. He came over in a missionary position, lining himself back up. Oh no. She knew what he was about to do, and she was not ready for it.

A moment later, he was inside her again. That time, he placed his forehead on hers, and she gulped. Not just from the pleasure, but also from the dread of knowing the words he was about to say next. Regardless of her mental pleas, he kept his forehead on hers, his eyes centimeters away.

"Eyes on me," he whispered, his breath hitting her lips as he sped up.

It was near impossible to maintain the eye contact, her flustering because of the stare. "Jimin," she said in a breathy whisper, her body begging for a release.

He placed his hand on her cheek and kept going, this time slowing down to focus on going hard. Jimin took the time to find where she reacted the most, and she gave into his desires and moaned his name, him forcing her to keep the eye contact.

"That's a good girl. Look at me, keep your eyes on me. You're doing so good for me," he said, repeating each word in a whisper until they played like a record around her mind. "Are you close?" Her whimpers gave him the answer. He slowed to almost a complete stop, kissing her briefly before pulling back to whisper on her lips. "You're right there, I can feel it. Let go. Let yourself go for me."

She did. She whined his name as she did, and he did the same. Despite the intensity of the situation, his touch felt gentle, almost like he was cherishing her.

Jimin plopped next to her after taking a minute to recover, pulling her up against his chest and kissing her head. "That was nice. You know, there's a reason I'm last."

"Because you give the best cuddles?" she asked, and he replied by kissing her forehead a few times, pressing her face against his chest. It was safe to say she was in heaven.

"Because I give the best cuddles. What do you say, are cuddles okay?"

She allowed herself to relax in his arms, nuzzling up against him and sighing. What a day, right? For once, she didn't feel at odds with herself. She knew for a fact that she wanted them, and she wanted Jimin's cuddles. What society and other people thought didn't matter. All that mattered was that moment, the moment she spent with the three boys who cared about her and made her feel cherished. So, she broke out into a grin and clung to Jimin a bit tighter than before.

"Cuddles sound perfect right now, Mr. Park."

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