New Year ‘One-Shot’ ;)

waitinginthedarke:

Taehyung and Jungkook - ‘Smutty, dirty threesome’

i
need more of your bts smut otoke. please a smutty dirty threesome
with taehyung and jungkook do you think i’m a bad person ? because I
think I am

AU: I mean, it could be dirtier…and its not technically a threesome…but points for trying :L (It can only get better from here) ;)

Also, you might need Christ a little…but I think at this point we all do! ;) 

‘I called dibs. She’s mine tonight.’

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

‘Wait, What?!’ you ask, not thinking you’d heard Tae
properly over the loud music of the club despite his actions- his
hand gripping your ass tightly so that he could grind into you-
making the meaning of his words, very clear.

‘Lets have sex, Y/N.’ he says again, his teeth skimming
the shell of your ear and you have to grip tighter to his shoulders
to stop yourself from falling down with the intense bout of shivers
that travel through you. Your eyes dart around the bodies surrounding
you, wondering if anyone else had heard what he’d said despite the
fact the words had been directed straight into your ear.

‘Tae, you’re drunk, you dont meanAH-’ your words are cut
off when he pulls your hips into his more firmly, mouth latching to your neck as
he grinds into you forcefully, the pinch of his fingers on your hips
adding to your arousal as his teeth sink into the skin below your ear
making you moan- the sound thankfully getting lost in the music surrounding you.

'Come on, Y/N…it doesn’t have to mean anything…just
one fuck….’ he drawls, slipping a thigh between both of yours and
you instantly begin to rub against it, your body being lost in the
feel of his, and its not long before you’re panting into his neck,
nails sinking into his skin as you struggle to hold yourself up.

'So, are you going to fuck me on the dancefloor or are
you going to take me home?’ you whisper, mouthing at his neck as you
speak the words and you feel his thigh rubbing rewardingly against
you, causing you to buck against it and whimper as his lips leave
your neck, seeing him smirk at you evilly before he grabs one of your
hands and begins to pull you back through the crowd, toward the
bathroom. You stop him before he can go in though, pinning him to the
outside wall and stretching yourself onto your tiptoes to look at
him.

'I’m not getting fucked in the bathroom of a club- take
me home.’ you demand, briefly connecting your lips and feeling the
vibrations of his moan travel up through his lips and into yours,
your knees buckling slightly at the feeling.

'Whatever you want, Princess.’ he replies breathily,
lunging in the other direction, dragging you quickly with him and
within minutes the two of you are falling out the back exit of the
club and heading towards his dorm.

He stops many times as the two of you walk back, always
keeping you on the edge, keeping you excited, even at one point
lifting your dress to just below your breasts and pressing you
roughly against a stone wall, the freezing temperature of the stone
making you jolt and gasp and he takes advantage of this instantly.
His hand slips between your legs and grazes over the fabric of your
panties as his mouth covers yours, sucking in your gasps and moans,
before he pulls away again quickly, righting your clothes and once
again pulling you down the street.

You stumble into the dorm, neither of you sparing a
thought for the other boys because they were all meant to be at the
club you had just been at, Tae dragging you slowly- lips still
attached, and fingers greedily grappling at your waist- towards his
room that he shares with J-hope and Jimin.

You gasp as your back hits the bed, hands clawing at Tae
as he tries to separate from you, whining when he slips from your
grasp, but he just chuckles mischievously at you, ripping his shirt
from himself and throwing it somewhere in the room before he begins
on his belt, his movements slowing as he watches you, your chest
still heaving in breaths, limbs sprawled out to the sides as you
stare back at him.

'You need to get that dress off first.’

At first you think Tae has said the words, and so
immediately you sit up and begin to slip the straps down your arms,
but within seconds you realise that his mouth hadn’t moved and your
eyes widen as you turn your head to look at the open door-
Taehyung having not locked it- Jungkook stood leaning against the
doorframe as he watched you.

'Kookie, I thought you’d be sleeping.’ Tae says, not
bothering to look back at him as he drinks in the shocked sight of
you, your legs quickly snapping together when you look up at him, the
move making you whimper quietly as your arousal makes itself
prominent once again.

'Taehyung- hyung, if you dont start touching her, I
might have to come in and help instead of just watch.’ Jungkook
murmurs, and you look over to see him licking his lips, fingers
sitting at the hem of his shorts, before he sees you looking back and
he dips his hand in, groaning and hissing when he touches himself,
making the area between your legs flood with warmth.

'Now there’s an idea…’ Tae murmurs, the grin that
flashes over his face being filled with mischief and your legs
tremble from need and suspense- you dont care what happens at this
point, you just need someone to fuck you.

But as soon as the words are out of Tae’s mouth, Jungkook
lunges towards you, his hand mere centimeters from you before Tae
snatches it back, pulling the younger boy away from you and making
you whine angrily.

'I touch her first.’ her hisses, his low voice, jealousy easily apparent, travelling right through you and your hand immediately moves to
between your legs, but before you cant touch yourself, Tae is
forcefully pushing your thighs open, hand going straight to your core
and ripping your panties from you, the sting of the rip not even
factoring in your mind, before his fingers are slipping between your
folds and you collapse back onto the bed, arching your back as he
curls his fingers inside of you, needy moans leaving your lips and
getting louder with each thrust of his digits.

'Fuck. Tae-hyung, let me touch her.’ Jungkook whines,
coming to stand beside the bed by your head, mouth hanging open as he
watches you writhe on the bed, hands scrabbling at the bed sheets and
you cant help but eye the bulge in the Maknae’s pants.

'No. I want to make her cum first.’ he growls, his thumb
adding to the pressure building between your legs, the digit rolling
over your clit again and again and you’re holding on by a single
thread as you whimper and whine, reaching down to hold Tae’s hand
against you, trying to communicate with him that you needed him to go
faster, to be rougher- do something to help you reach your high…but
he’s already there.

Your orgasm is shocked out of you when you suddenly feel
his breath on your core and his lips wrap around your clit, sucking
on it like it was his job, making you cry out as the pressure
explodes out of you, your juices covering his hand and the sheets
beneath you, and as he rides you through the high, you pant and moan,
whispering his name over and over again as your body slowly slumps
back to the bed.

The thought that Tae hadn’t stopped moving his fingers
in you only registers when a burn begins to set in in-between your
legs, and you reach down to make him stop, only to get your hand
batted away and you look down to see him glaring up at you, mouth
shining with your cum, making your heart thunder in your chest and
your thighs tremble.

'Tae, stop.’ you breathe, trying to squirm away from
him, but the hand that isn’t still working you, snatches out to hold
your hip, making it impossible to move as his fingers pinch at your
side and you see him look up at Jungkook a sly smile beginning to
spread over his face.

'Take off her dress.’ he directs him, the words leaving
his mouth in a growl and your body immediately reacts, shivers
flashing down your spine, getting intensified by the new set of hands
that attach to the hem of your skirt, digits cool against your skin
as they skim up your body. You hear Jungkook’s breaths as they leave
his lips excitedly, his eyes raking over your body as it is slowly
revealed and goosebumps litter over the expanse of your skin.

When your dress hits the floor by Jungkook’s feet, he
immediately leans over you to grab at your breasts, his hands
hesitant for a millisecond, before he slowly grasps them, thumbs
rubbing unsurely over your already erect nipples and you moan out,
making you reach one hand up to twist in his shirt, feeling his body
tense beneath you and you realise your hand has landed just above his
crotch.

You’re about to get lost in the excited and flushed
face of Jungkook when your body is pulled down the bed and you gasp,
head whipping to look at Taehyung, who is throwing your legs over his
shoulders, not paying any attention to you as he immediately starts
devouring your core, nose rubbing against your clit rhythmically as
his tongue swipes again and again at your folds and you cant help the
cry that rips through you, hand slipping from Jungkook’s shirt to the
hem of his shorts and accidentally pulling them down so that his
member sprang free, making the maknae choke on the breath he had just
taken, his fingers that had graduated to playing with your nipples,
squeezing hard and you cry out again, panting feverently as you
squirm beneath the two men.

'Dont touch him.’ comes the angry growl from Taehyung,
and you immediately take your hand away from Jungkook, the danger in
his voice evident as he shakes your legs from him, crawling up your
body and leaving your core neglected as his breath ghosts over your
skin.

'Hyung, please.’ comes Jungkook’s needy whine and you
see Tae look up at the maknae where he was crouched over you, his
eyes black with lust and jealousy as he looks at him.

'I called dibs. She’s mine tonight.’ he growls,
gesturing with his head to tell the maknae to leave, clearly having
over-stepped his welcome, but Jungkook doesn’t move, frowning as his
eyes graze over your body again and you see the flash of an idea in
his eyes as you lie still beneath Tae, not wanting to anger him
further.

'I want to watch.’ he says, determination clear in his
tone and you freeze, waiting for Tae to yell at him to get out, but
instead the older boy just smirks at him, nodding his head in the
direction of the chair in the corner.

'Sit there and dont move.’ he directs, the edge to his
words telling Jungkook not to disobey him and just the sound of his
deep voice growling the words out, has your thighs clenching
together, bringing his attention back to you.

'Aww, Princess, am I not paying enough attention to
you?’ he asks, tone teasing as he strokes a finger down your jaw,
drifting it over your lips and you whimper beneath him, hands
reaching up to pull at his waist.

'You told me we were going to have sex, Tae.’ you whine,
hoping to jog his memory and get him to give you what you wanted, but
the flash in his eyes tells you things weren’t going to be that
straight forward.

'Did I say that?’ he asks teasingly, his finger having
trailed to your chest at this point and you suck in a sharp breath
when he begins to circle your nipple, popping his finger into his
mouth quickly and then going back to your breast, the cold wet feel
of the digit making you whimper as you continue to claw at his waist
and back. You can hear the short pants of Jungkook from the corner
and you tilt your head to look at him, wanting to see what he was
doing, but the minute Taehyung sees you turning your head, his
fingers dig into your hair and he snaps your face back to him, the
sting of your scalp being stretched making you sink your nails into
his skin and he hisses at you, chin tilting up in dominance as he
looks down at you.

'Dont fucking look at him.’ he snaps, pulling your hair
back against the bed so that your neck was exposed to him.

'Do you understand?’

You whimper in response, hurriedly nodding your head as
much as you could in his grasp, your lip caught between your teeth
making it impossible to answer him as you try to hold in your moans,
this dominant side of him making your core pulse in anticipation.

'Good. Cause I want to see your face when I fuck you.’
he whispers, face inches from yours, hand still in your hair and you
feel his other hand drifting across the bare skin of your thigh. You
hadn’t even realised that he’d removed his jeans, but suddenly you
feel something drifting over your core, the short moan you let out
suddenly turning to a shout of his name when he thrusts into you out
of nowhere, his face dropping into astonishment and lust as he
watches you react to him.

'Fuck! I knew you’d look good.’ he
murmurs, before he focuses on what he’s doing, picking up his pace
and lifting your hips so that he was hammering into you, and the
minute you scream, hands slipping to the covers either side of you
and screwing them up in your hands, eyes screwing shut in ecstasy, he
knows he’s found your favourite angle.

'Tae, please, Tae-’

You moan, tossing your head on the bed feeling yourself
getting worked up, your stomach and thighs trembling as you feel the
build up of your second orgasm, breath coming in pants as you open your eyes
to look up at him, seeing him with his head flung back, hips snapping
so fast against yours that you’re sure they’re going to set on fire
any minute. And its the sight of him, so blissed out, his hand
slapping your thigh, the feel of
the sharp sting going straight to between your legs, that causes you
to moan loudly as you fall over the edge.

You can feel him pulsing within you as he continues to
thrust, teeth biting down on his lip as he chases his own high, the sight prompting you to look over at Jungkook, having forgotten he was there,
but when you see him, you think you’re going to blast straight
through this orgasm and into another one.

He’s panting heavily, his hand that’s covered in cum
still wrapped around his length as he lazily pumps himself, milking
the entirety of his orgasm out, a final spurt dripping from him when
he sees you looking over at him, and you know your eyes are half
lidded, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, limbs sprawled
everywhere, hips still thrust into the air and hands still twisted
into the sheets.The sight of him like that, sated and blissed out,
causes your walls to tense around Tae, thighs clenching around his
hips and the action tips him over his edge, a loud grunt leaving his
lips as he snaps his hips against yours one final time, before
buckling forward, only just catching himself before he can fall onto
you.

You purposefully tense around him a few more times,
shudders ripping through you with the weak, needy, moans falling from
his lips, length still twitching with aftershocks, inside of you. As
he slides out of you, you feel the ache instantly set in, your hips
almost feeling dislocated from your body where he’d overworked you,
but the feeling in your stomach was sated and happy as you close your
eyes, the two of you lying sprawled on the bed together.

'Fuck.’ he whispers, breaths ghosting over your breasts
where he had his head laid on your chest and you nod in confirmation,
tilting your head to the side to try and look at Jungkook, seeing him
watching the two of you almost sadly.

'Jungkookie, come and lie with us.’ you murmur, the
maknae immediately springing to his feet and walking over in just his
shorts, shirt having been discarded at some point whilst Tae had had
sex with you. He settles himself down on the side of you that didn’t
have Taehyung, an arm going around your stomach as he shuffles, until
he’s almost spooning you, chin hooking over your shoulder to press
gentle kisses into your neck and skin.

Tae lets out a quiet growl at this, glaring up at the
younger boy, but you just chuckle, wrapping your arms around him and
holding him against you, fingers raking through his hair as his arms slide around you to hug your hips, hand lingering teasingly closely
to your butt, but you were so tired that you didn’t bother to
reprimand him.

'When do you think the others will get home?’ you
murmur, eyes sliding shut as you hum happily under Jungkook’s
ministration.

'I’d say about now.’ comes a voice from the door and you
shoot up, the other two boys complaining when you rip yourself from
their grasp, but their expressions turn sheepish when they follow
your gaze to the door and see 5 other boys stood in the doorway with
varying expressions- J-hope’s standing out the most as a cross
between a smirk and surprise.

'Why didn’t we get an invite?’

(T.B.C)