#orange hook fruit maDE IT INTO THE VIDEO I WAS GRINNING EAR TO EAR AT THAT SEGMENT. silly man was talking about my silly image

[thewandererh]

my other entries for daszombes’ deadlands concept!! my orange hookfruit was accepted and i wanted to share some of the other last-minute submissions haha. i was COOKING that night. anyways its all old art but its what i got to share rn lol. all around das stuff💥💥

other peep drawing was sluggo, my best friend :]💛🧡 mostly my art here though

yes im dropping two das posts in a row *passes out*

[bratkook]

damn the charcuterie board. (m) pjm. myg.

pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth author’s note: hihiii this is loosely based on a request i got a while back that i finally got around to doing. i hope you guys enjoy it, feel free to shoot me a message and lmk what you think!

“This feels wrong.” Jimin exclaims, finger pointing at the wooden slab that Yoongi just laid out on the coffee table in front of you two. Yoongi looks down right offended, a scowl gracing his face as he glares at Jimin.

“What the fuck, why?” He grumbles, plucking up a slice of cheese and stuffing it into his mouth, rounding the corner and plopping down next to you on the couch.

You stare at Jimin in amusement, your feet resting on the coffee table, your hands gently patting your knees, “Yeah why?”

Jimin scoffs, leaning forward and pushing the slices of salami around with his finger, a disgusted look on his face as he does so. “This is raw meat Yoongi, raw meat and cheese.”

“With dried fruits!” You interject.

“Yes, with dried fruits.” Jimin hums, reluctantly grabbing a cracker and chewing it slowly, almost cautiously.

“And nuts!” You continue with a laugh.

Jimin sighs, “Yes, thank you Y/N and nuts.”

“You’re so uncultured.” Yoongi grumbles out, reaching forward to grab the piece of peppered salami that Jimin had been assaulting prior, “Its cured meat, not raw.”

Jimin scoffs now, “Same difference.”

You chuckle under your breath, reaching forward to grab the unopened wine bottle sitting by the charcuterie board, swiping the bottle opener as well before settling back onto the couch.

The bottle sits between your thighs as you twist into the cork, a smile on your face due to how Yoongi and Jimin continue to bicker about whether the meats were raw or not.

A pop sounds off when you uncork the bottle, momentarily silencing Jimin when he mentions not wanting to catch salmonella from the raw meat touching the cheese.

“I’m gonna pretend like you’re not an entire idiot and didn’t just say that. Y/N, pour me a glass.”

Jimin stares at him like he just said the most offensive thing, sagging into the couch with a grumble, crossing his arms under his chest while you pour Yoongi a large glass of Merlot.

“If it means anything I think your charcuterie board is beautiful Yoongi.”

You take a glance at him and see him admiring his work, the marbled slab of wood that held different meats, cheeses, crackers, dried fruit and nuts, along with an assortment of jams and dips to top it off.

“This is why I love you and you only.”

He reaches over and hooks an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side, not caring that you flopped over and nearly spilled his glass of wine.

“Her only?” Jimin once again complains, he had been in a rather grumpy mood today, whining about the tiniest things. You had an inkling something at work must have happened that dampened his mood. “How are you gonna say that.”

“We’re like the three musketeers Yoongi you can’t single out Jimin like that.”

Yoongi laughs under his breath, taking a sip of his wine slowly while Jimin continues, “No way, we’re totally a Lizzie McGuire-esque friend group.”

That makes Yoongi choke on the drink, his teeth knocking into the glass as he coughs obnoxiously, your body jostling against his as he pounds on his chest. “What?”

“What?” Jimin parrots, “Y/N’s Lizzie, I’m Gordo–“

“And what, I’m Miranda? The fuck.”

How in the hell did he fall under the Miranda characterization, this was so fucked up.

“Would you rather be Kate Sanders? Or Ethan?”

Yoongi had enough, he nudges you aside to reach over once more, his hands grabbing a handful of grapes and chucking them at Jimin, laughing when the fruit messes up his blonde hair. “Fuck you, I’m Gordo.”

You reach over yourself, grabbing some dried oranges and popping them in your mouth, deciding that Jimin had been attacked enough. “To be fair, I think I’m more of a Miranda, Jimin’s definitely Lizzie and you’re Gordo for sure.”

That seems to satisfy everyone, Jimin beaming at being called Lizzie, grabbing the grapes that had landed on his lap and popping them in his mouth with a grin, “Yeah that sounds more like it.”

Yoongi continues to sip on his wine, letting you go back to snuggling on his side, your legs now outstretched over onto Jimin’s lap.

Little by little you and Yoongi, and after much hesitation even Jimin, finish the majority of the contents of the board and wine. Laying on the couch, warm faced and full you groan out when Yoongi’s fingers dig into your calves, massaging the flesh.

“Hey, wasn’t your date with Chanwoo yesterday?” Jimin asks softly, ears perking up when you let out a soft moan at the tension Yoongi’s releasing in your legs.

Yoongi watches on curiously, your face on Jimin’s lap, content as he rakes his fingers through your hair. You had been gushing about Chanwoo for weeks now, how excited you were to finally go on a date together. Yoongi and Jimin were the two people you went to for everything, they knew absolutely every dirty secret about you and as much as Yoongi loved knowing what made you tick, hearing about your love interests was definitely a downside.

“Yes,” you sigh, your tone differing greatly from the dreamy way you had spoke about him before, tracing a fingertip on the fabric of Jimin’s jean covered thigh, “he made dinner and we watched a movie at my place.”

“So netflix and chill?” Jimin snorts, laughing when you punch your arm out to hit his stomach.

“You know what, so what if it was. I have needs and I needed to get laid.”

Yoongi hums now, his fingers pausing on your skin, “And were your needs met?” Hes asking because he knows, he can tell by your voice that whatever had transpired between you and Chanwoo had not satisfied you.

He was right too, Chanwoo had been a gentleman, coming over to yours right on time and making a plate of carbonara that had been delicious. Halfway through watching Jumanji—that alone should’ve been a sign that you were not going to be getting the dicking you desperately wanted—he had made his move.

A messy make out session on your couch led to him fumbling out of his jeans as quickly as he could, barely giving you time to fall into the motions before he was rutting into you like a horny teenager.

His eagerness would have turned you on if he hadn’t been so insistent in hiding his face in your neck, getting himself to cum in three minutes flat. Not even an entire scene of the movie had passed before a whine met your ears as he finished. He had the audacity to ask you if you had came as well and you were in no hurry to soothe his ego, bluntly telling him it had been underwhelming and asking him to leave.

After he had gone you moved yourself into your room, grabbed your favorite vibrator and searched the internet for a video worthy of getting you off. You had stumbled onto a threesome video, watching a petite girl getting railed from behind as she choked on cock at the same time.

As you sat in your friends house, laid on the couch between the both of them, that video comes to mind again. How would it feel to have both Jimin and Yoongi have their way with you? Just like they knew everything about you, you knew everything about them, having heard every story of their sexual escapades. Unless they were all talk, you knew they were both very good lays.

Your thighs press together as your mind wanders, Yoongi’s question no longer being a focus of interest, instead you pictured yourself on all fours on this same couch, Yoongi thrusting into you from behind while you sucked Jimin off.

The two boys aren’t idiots, they can see the dazed out look on your face that you can’t conceal, the way your thighs are rubbing together on top of Yoongi’s lap, nudging along his crotch in a way that has his own mind wandering.

“Whatcha thinking about in here?” Jimin asks, his finger gently tapping at your temple, dragging you out of your explicit daydream.

You blink back to the present, turning your head over to look at him. The smirk he’s currently sporting makes you think he can read your mind, his eyes piercing into you with his head slightly tilted in faux innocence.

“I just–“ you stop to sigh out, flopping onto your back and readjusting your body on the couch, “Chanwoo sucked so I had to get off on my own and this damn video is seared into my mind.”

Jimin hums, his cock twitching at the visual he gets of you in your room, desperate to get off, sweaty on your sheets as you rut against your hand. Maybe you’d think of him, calling out his name when you brought yourself over the edge.

“I need specifics sweet heart.”

You roll your eyes at the teasing tone in Jimin’s voice, you knew they weren’t going to let this go now, not until they got all the details. “It was a threesome video.”

“Oh?” Yoongi perks up, “Two girls one boy or?”

These perverts.

“Two boys one girl.” You grumble out, feeling your cheeks start to blush for some reason.

“Strange.” Jimin sighs out, his fingers resuming raking through your hair, where as Yoongi’s trail up onto your thighs until they reach the hem of your jean shorts and then they come back down to repeat. “Have you ever been in a threesome, is that like some secret desire of yours?”

Your lips purse as you think it through, you hadn’t been in one and whenever you thought of threesomes the only men who occupied that space were currently on the couch with you. “Never have and I guess you could say that.”

The way Yoongi and Jimin share a look has you furrowing your brows, “Wait, have you two?”

Yoongi’s the first to break, his smile spreading across his face as he laughs in an almost giddy way. “Y/N, we’re two horny boys who happen to be room mates. Of course we’ve been in a threesome together.”

Well that was news to you, maybe your idea of being in one with them wasn’t so far fetched then. 

“You guys never told me.” The tone of your voice has Yoongi laughing out loud, his palm swatting at your thigh, making the pout on your face turn into a scowl.

“We didn’t think you wanted to know that.”

You scoff, “Yoongi considering you told me about the time a girl asked you to pee on her I’m pretty sure we’re past the i didn’t think you wanted to know that stage.”

Jimin laughs at the memory, how Yoongi had walked into his room after she had left, looking almost scarred at the request. He was not a kink shamer by any means but water sports were definitely a hard no.

“She has a point.” He chimes in, his fingers now twisting your strands in a playful manner.

Yoongi hums in agreement, toying with the hem of your shorts, dipping slightly under the fabric until his fingertips felt the edge of your underwear. A smirk curves up his lip when your leg jumps slightly at the sensation.

He stares down at you with an expression that matches Jimin’s, “It was a while back, if you want details I can give you details.”

“Oh I think she wants details Yoongi, she needs material for the next time someone disappoints her.”

“Fuck you.” Your hand reaches for the discarded remote, Jimin having placed it onto the coffee table after deciding to play episodes of Lizzie Mcguire. Before you can grasp it though, Jimin’s grabbing your hand and yanking it back, forcing you to lay back onto the couch once more. He grabs your other hand as well, pressing both of them above your head in a strong grip.

“No baby, you wanted details we’re gonna give them to you right Yoongi?”

The brunette boy nods along, his fingers pressing onto your thighs when you try to wiggle out of his grasp out of annoyance. “That’s right, I’m sure you’d love to know how we made that pretty girl cry. Bet you wish it was you huh?”

Yoongi doesn’t miss how your thighs resume pressing together, your hips lightly bucking into the air at his words.

“I’m curious though,” Jimin starts, his fingers tracing delicate shapes onto your wrists, “which one of us would you fuck first?”

“Neither.” You laugh out, giggling harder when Yoongi slaps your thighs. He calls bullshit, they both do. While you three have technically never slept together, the amount of drunk kissing and fondling shared between you was evidence enough of the sexual tension surrounding you.

“No?” Yoongi wonders, a curious look on his face as he stares at you, “So if I just–“ he reaches for your short buttons, slowly popping them open and moving on to the zipper, pulling it down halfway, “took these off and ate you out you wouldn’t be begging me to fuck you?”

A stubborn shake of your head is all you give him, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as you mentally urged him on. When Yoongi invited you over to hang out this is definitely not what you had in mind but once again, you were a woman with needs and you needed to get laid properly.

“Should we find out?”

The first crack in your exterior is shown when you softly nod your head, wiggling your hips to get him to resume unzipping your shorts. Yoongi chuckles when you lift up your hips, helping him in tugging them off completely, your soft pink underwear being put on display.

“Cute.” Yoongi hums, tossing your shorts aside. His fingers trail around the edge of your underwear, gently pressing down on your center where a small wet patch soaked into the fabric.

Jimin holds both your wrists in his left hand, the right one coming to drape across your stomach to hold you in place. You feel totally restrained but ready to let the boys do whatever they pleased to you. It could partially be blamed on the fact that you were incredibly horny but you had fantasied about this for too long now.

“You gonna slide them off or just stare?” Yoongi chuckles at your remark, his jaw ticking out at how bratty you were behaving.

“Oh believe me, I’m not just gonna stare sweet heart.” Yoongi mumbles out as he stands up from the couch, motioning for you to get up as well.

A curious look over takes your face as you watch him, Jimin’s light laugh making you feel like he knows something you don’t. With a bit of hesitation you haul yourself up.

His fingers hook onto your underwear and tug them down, letting you step out of them and leaving them in a pile on the floor. His eyes lock onto your center, a devious grin on his face when he sees how riled up you got yourself while lost in your thoughts.

“Do something then, give me new material to think about the next time someone disappoints me.”

Its Jimin’s hand that shoot forward, delivering a swift slap onto your ass, your body jumping at the slight sting on your flesh. “Watch it, patience gets rewarded. Let Yoongi have a taste.”

“Gotta see if you’ll beg or not.” Yoongi mumbles out, his fingers trailing up your thighs once more, light feather-like touches until he reaches the hem of your shirt, tugging it off as well and humming when he sees you’d forgone wearing a bra.

His eyes look onto Jimin and he nods, he clearly knew what that meant because he stands right up and clears the space on the couch for Yoongi to settle back onto it, this time flat on his back.

For a moment you’re confused but when he motions his hands for you to join him it clicks and your jaw drops open for a second.

Yoongi wanted you to sit on his face.

“Really?” You shyly ask, no one had ever asked you to do that but Yoongi seemed very eager to be in this position, his head nodding immediately.

“Really, unless you don’t wanna.” He shrugs casually with a grin.

“No, no I do.” You whisper out, stepping towards him and straddling his hips. That only makes Yoongi chuckle, his hands settling onto your hips again and tugging you higher up his body.

“You gotta get over here for that sweet heart.” He teases and Jimin laughs along, stepping forward to help Yoongi haul your body up until your thighs were pressed into the sofa, snuggly beside his head, your core right above his face and you’re struck with a brief moment of embarrassment at feeling so exposed by this position.

You can feel his breath on your skin as he inches forward, Yoongi’s fingers dig into your ass to keep you in place. A soft kiss is pressed onto the skin of your inner thighs, his eyes flicking up to look at you and send you a wink before he slowly licks his way up to your center. His ears focus on the hitch of your breath when he reaches your clit, a playful flick of his tongue that lasts a second until hes moving on.

A small sigh leaves you as you relax against Yoongi, your head dropping back as you settle lower onto his face, a hum of content coming from him, pleased that you’re relaxing into the motions. 

The teasing flicks of Yoongi’s tongue have you on edge, not wanting to bite back and beg him to do more so you let him take his time. Let his tongue explore, dipping into your slit, down to your entrance to collect more of your arousal before moving back up to your clit. A teasing pattern that has you moaning quietly, your body hunching forward to rest your hands on the arms of the couch.

His fingers dig into your ass harder as his eyes shut, savoring the way you taste, not quite expecting this to be the events of the night but the way his dick is currently aching in his jeans shows how much he’s enjoying the change of events.

“Fuck.” You shudder as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, your hands gripping the material of the sofa harder as he latches back onto your clit and Jimin reaches forward to touch you, his hands softly rubbing the back of your knuckles to get your attention. 

His plump lips spread into a smile when he sees your mouth drop open into a moan at the rhythmic sucking that has you grinding your hips onto his face, a groan from Yoongi meeting your ears from the action.

“You wanna beg yet baby?” Jimin asks from in front of you, a smirk on his face as he touches your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your lower lip. His eyes widen when you take the digit into your mouth, sucking on it as if it was his cock.

“No.” You breathe out with a smile, softly biting down on his thumb as you stare down at your friend.

“No?” Yoongi asks as he moves away, a frown on his shiny lips as he nods. A giggle leaves your mouth, your hand moving from its spot and reaching to grip his hair, slowly tugging him forward and the face he gives you only makes you giggle harder, “I knew it.” He barely gets out before he has a mouthful of your pussy again, this time eating you out with determination.

You might not have begged them yet but he would take it, the grip in his hair spurring him on. His fingers spread you open as he digs in, his tongue alternating between flicking against your clit or sucking on it.

“Shit Yoongi,” you keen as you resume grinding against him, your other hand grabbing onto Jimin’s that moved from your mouth onto the back of your head, tangling into your hair and bringing you forward to crash your lips against his.

“Better than Chanwoo already huh?” Jimin speaks softly when he pulls back, acting as if he isn’t at all affected by whats going on, as if the way you’re grinding down onto his room mates face isn’t making him want to take his cock out and ask you to sink down onto it.

“So much better.” You moan. Yoongi hears it loud and clear, a smile on his face at the confession. His fingers move down until they circle your entrance, dipping in teasingly to test the waters. A groan of frustration is the only response to his action so he continues, slipping a finger into you and wiggling it around your heat, the warmth and wetness helping the digit sink in with ease so he adds another one, spreading them apart to stretch you open for whats to come.

Jimin licks his way into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated kiss. The way you’re moaning into his mouth has him tugging at your strands, wanting to pull you closer as if he wasn’t close enough already. He can hear your breathing shuddering as Yoongi’s ministrations, pulling away to catch your breath.

“He’s getting you nice and ready for us sweet heart.”

Your walls clamp down onto Yoongi’s finger and he laughs, “Oh she liked that Jimin.”

“Hm, did she?” He chuckles, watching your face screw up when Yoongi goes back to thrusting his fingers into you, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking with more fervor, intent on sending you over the edge, wanting to feel you falling apart on top of him.

“Fuck, nngh-” you keen, dropping down further onto Yoongi and he lets you, your hips grinding down onto him as you seek your release, the pleasure blooming in your stomach as it inches closer, “so close.”

“Thats it sweet heart, let go.” Jimin speaks softly. Yoongi’s uses the hand on your ass to continue to rut your hips against his face when you fall head first into your orgasm, the pleasure spreading through out your body and causing you to still as you nearly bent over. Jimin’s hands clutch onto your shoulders to keep you up when Yoongi doesn’t pull away, humming and slurping against you to milk out your orgasm until you’re twitching on top of him, your hips stuttering on his face, jumping slightly when he delivers a gentle slap onto your ass once he pulls away.

You might have just came but Yoongi is completely satisfied, happy to be buried between your thighs for as long as you needed, his cock pressing against his jeans it was a shock he hadn’t cum in his pants when you did.

“You taste so good.” He groans, continuing to lick at the skin of your inner thighs, collecting the drips of your cum up in a tantalizing manner.

“Let me have a tase.” Jimin begs, his hand trailing down your torso until his reaches your sensitive center, a soft shiver running through your body when he grazes your clit before slipping two fingers inside of you. It lasts for a brief moment, he spreads his fingers out and coats them in your arousal before pulling them back out and bringing them to his lips.

You watch in awe as he pops them into his mouth, his eyes slipping shut at the taste of it, licking them clean as he moans, “I’ll have to get a proper taste next time, but I’m feeling a little neglected sweet heart, can you help me.” He pouts, grasping the hand that was tangled in Yoongi’s hair and bring it to the top of his jeans, trailing them down slowly until your hands cupped his cock over the material.

“You can’t single out Jimin like that Y/N,” Yoongi teases, sliding out from underneath you, “suck his cock and make him feel included baby.”

Jimin smirks down at you when you nod, your hands moving to unbutton Jimin’s pants as Yoongi settles behind you, his own hands roaming your body until they reach your nipples, enjoying the way you gasp as he pinches the pebbled buds.

Jimin watches on patiently when you finally unzip them, tugging them down as best as you can until he takes over with a chuckle. He steps back from the side of the couch to slide out of his shoes and jeans, his black briefs joining in on the pile of clothes on the floor.

His cock springs out when its released from its confines, already leaking precum from watching the earlier events go down. Jimin was a fan of watching, getting pleasure out of seeing others fall apart but he loved partaking on the action more.

Your hands press gentle touches onto his cock as he slides his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach to you, not at all shy about being naked in front of his friend. “You just gonna stare?” He shoots back at you with a smile, dragging you out of your admiration of his cock and you smile back at being called out.

“No,” you breathe as you lean forward, your lips an inch away from the head of his cock, “gonna make you feel good.” You promise, one hand wrapping around the base of him as you ease him into your mouth, the slight tang of his precum hitting your tongue. He lets out a breath at the warmth of your mouth, how your lips wrap around him as you sink further down, your tongue running along the bottom of him.

“Good girl.” He praises, cupping your cheek softly as you start to bob down his length, your cheeks hallowing out as you suck, your eyes fluttering up to look at him and he groans, his top teeth biting down onto his lip at the visual.

You’re bent forward on your hands and knees, holding yourself up with one hand on the arm of the couch while Yoongi kneels behind you, using your moment of distraction with his best friends cock to undress himself as well.

His own cock has been throbbing in his jeans, a feeling of relief washing over him when its finally released, the tip angry and red as he wraps his hands around himself. He watches on curiously as you moan around Jimin’s cock, pumping his length in time to match the motion, a soft groan leaving his lips when he sees Jimin thrust forward into your mouth.

A choked moan escapes you, your throat tightening around his cock for a moment until he pulls back, his shining length leaving your mouth as he smiles down at you, his eyes locking onto Yoongi’s as he settles behind your ass. When you feels his hands on your hips your turn your head around, eyes wide at him being fully naked now as well, “Can you keep sucking his cock while I fuck you sweet heart?”

You’re nodding immediately, turning back around to bring Jimin’s length back into your mouth, sinking down onto him quickly and he groans at the feeling, his head dropping back as he moans. “Fuck, just like that Y/N.” 

You hum against his length, arching your back when you feel Yoongi bring his cock towards your entrance, his bulbous head teasing you, sliding in between your lips to thrust forward, evenly coating himself before nudging his way inside of you. When he breaches your entrance your pause, Jimin’s cock nuzzled in your mouth as you let out a breath, feeling Yoongi stretch you open inch by inch, his palms on your ass rubbing the skin softly until he bottoms out with a sigh.

“You love this huh?” Yoongi asks as he pulls out, waiting for a moment before thrusting in, the force of it making you sink further onto Jimin’s cock, “Love being stuffed like this by your best friends?”

Not being able to respond you rut back onto him, hearing him chuckle as you do so, the hand clutching onto the arm of the sofa digs in harder as he begins rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin smacking together joining in with Jimin’s moans as you continue sucking his cock.

His hands tangle into your hair once more, holding you in place as he starts the shallowly thrust into your mouth, taking note to be gentle to not overwhelm you as Yoongi fucks into you.

“Such a good cock slut, is this living up to your fantasy?” He asks, giving you a wicked smile when you look back at him, “It’s living up to mine.” He admits, his eyes glued to the way your lips spread apart to take him in, covered in your spit as he thrusts into you. Jimin thought of this often, he wasn’t blind to the way you’d stare at them, how you’d get that dazed look on your face whenever the topic of sex would come up between you three, no doubt thinking of the ways they’d defile you.

You gurgle a response around his length and he coos at you, his eyes looking back at Yoongi and smirking at how lost he looks in the pleasure of it all, his cock being enveloped by your heat, the way your walls flutter every time he surges forward. His fingers are digging into your flesh harshly, slight imprints that will most likely remain on your skin for days to come but it urges you on, urges you to continue to please both men but when Yoongi rubs against your g-spot you have to pull back from Jimin, a wet gasp leaving your mouth as your head hangs forward.

“Shit,” You moan out, your hand staying wrapped around Jimin as you weakly pump his length. “feels so good.”

He just laughs at the slur in your voice, the fact that he knows he could do so much more to you yet you were already falling apart, “Yeah?” He implores, his head falling back when you squeeze around him, your walls clamping down around him whenever he thrusts out, almost as if you’re pulling him back in, wanting to keep him nuzzled inside of you.

“You’re not doing a very good job at following directions” He scolds lightly, forcing you back into action as you apologize and wrap your lips around Jimin’s cock again, “Don’t worry, we’ll help you.”

Yoongi nods at Jimin, making the younger one smirk as he nods back, the two of them waiting until you relax once more before they take turns thrusting in to you, practiced motions that make you feel connected. Yoongi thrusts forward as Jimin pulls back, feeling like they were attached together. 

You let your jaw open further to accommodate for the way Jimin was fucking your throat, not caring about the drool that escaped your mouth and pooled onto the couch. Both of your hands held onto the couch now, needing them to hold your body up as they ravished you, using you to seek out their own pleasure and it had a gush of wetness escaping you.

“Fuck,” Yoongi groans at the glide, harsh pants leaving him as he focusing on the way your arousal clings to his cock, dripping off of it and coating your inner thighs to add on to the mess of earlier. He’d already been on edge from having you riding his face earlier, the warm feeling of pleasure knotting up in his stomach at each thrust. The way you’re taking him in, letting them both do what they want to you has his nerves on edge, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he feels his release approaching.

Jimin takes note of the way Yoongi’s thrust grow in speed so he eases off, shallowly thrusting into you and pulling out as his friend seeks out his release. Your head rests on Jimin’s stomach, moans of pleasure being able to sound out now that your mouth was free. He feels the wetness of your lips against his skin every time Yoongi thrusts forward, “Oh my god.” You cry out, arching your back further for him and he hums in approval.

“You gonna let me fill you up?” He rasps out, his hand splayed across your back until it reaches your hair, tangling around Jimin’s as they both tug at it, “I’m gonna stuff you nice and full, then Jimin can fuck it all out of you and fill you up too.”

Your walls clench up at the thought of it, wanting nothing more than for Yoongi to fuck him cum into you with Jimin joining in and adding more to the mess of it all. “Fuck, please.” You whine, panting harshly onto Jimin’s skin, “Please.”

Yoongi moans at your pleading, his hands moving onto your hips to force you back onto him. His jaw drops open, the pretty moans you let out drawing his release closer, “F-fuck, sweetheart-” He groans, his thrusts growing sloppier as his climax washes over him, the band inside of him snapping as the buries his cock deeper inside of you, ropes of his cum filling you up to the brim.

“Mm,” you hum out when he continues to rock into you, shallow thrust to push him cum deeper inside of you. His head is dropped forward, his eyes shut as he tries to ground himself after his orgasm.

When he pulls out with a sigh he opens them once more, locking onto the way globs of his cum leak out of your swollen lips, your clit is aching from not being touched but you knew the night wasn’t over with. 

“Such a pretty sight.” Yoongi muses, his fingers gathering the remnants of cum that had leaked out of you, stuffing back inside of you. “You gonna let Jimin get a turn?”

Your thighs come together as you nod, looking up at Jimin, his cock still hard and throbbing as he wraps his hand around himself, “Fuck me Jimin, please.”

He releases his cock to clutch your face and bring you back in for a kiss, he maneuvers around the couch and pushes you back as Yoongi removes himself from behind you and settles onto the far edge of the couch. A squeal leaves you when your back meets the couch, your hair splayed out on Yoongi’s lap as Jimin settles on top of you, his hips slotting between yours, the weight of his cock on your stomach fills you with excitement.

“Gonna fuck you so good.” He mumbles against your lips, smiling when you open your thighs wider for him, one of your heels pressing into the back of the couch while the other rests on the edge of the cushion. His hands guide his cock to your entrance, a sigh leaving the both of you as he slides in with ease, the added wetness of Yoongi’s cum aiding in the glide. “Fuck, you’re so messy.” 

You throw you head back onto Yoongi as he bottoms out, your hands clutching onto his sides at the feeling of being filled up once again, “You guys are gonna ruin me.” You admit with a laugh, a breathy moan joining in once Jimin begins to thrust into you, the squelching sounds of just how wet and messy you were filling up the room.

“Are we?” Yoongi asks, a smile on his face as his hands roam down your body, his fingers gently circling your nipple.

“We’re all you’re gonna think about next time you get fucked huh?” Jimin pants, a beautiful moan leaving his plump lips when he falls into a steady rhythm, “Next time you’re in your room trying to get yourself off, I hope you think of us.”

A high pitched moan leaves you when Yoongi twists your nipple in his grasp, Jimin’s hips rocking into you with new found energy, the curve of his cock rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you. Your heels move from the edge of the couch to wrap around his waist, pushing him further into you, “God Jimin,” you cry, rolling your hips into him to match his thrusts.

The both of you had been edged on enough from earlier, with Yoongi seeking his own release and keeping you on edge and you not being able to continue sucking Jimin’s cock the two of you are teetering close to your release.

Jimin’s thrusts have your body jostling upwards, Yoongi having to release your nipple to grasp your shoulders to keep you in place and it has you shutting your eyes, bursts of light flashing behind your lids every time he pistons into you, “Fuck this is so hot.” Jimin moans when he pulls back enough to look at where you two connect, his cock covered in a sheen of wetness and cum, the couch being utterly ruined underneath your ass but this was worth it.

“You close baby?” Yoongi asks, trailing one hand down your body until it reaches your clit, rubbing tight circles on it and smirking when your back arches at the feeling.

“Yes,” you whine, your fingers digging into Jimin’s sides. When you look up at him, seeing his hair sticking to his forehead, sweaty from exertion, his mouth dropped open as he moans, it has that same bundle of pleasure tightening up inside of you once more. “harder Jimin, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He winks at you, his hands unhooking your legs from around him and pushing your thighs towards your chest. This angle has you feeling like his cock is splitting you open but you love it, love the way he jack hammers into you like its the only thing he wants to do.

With the way he continues to hit your g-spot, coupled with the expert flicks of Yoongi’s fingers on your clit, your orgasm crashes over you in a flash, your nails digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain but it numbs up when he sees how you unravel because of him, your head thrown back as moans of his and Yoongi’s name fill the room, how your thighs tense up and tremble in his grasp, your hips rocking into his desperately as you cum.

“Fill me up Jimin, please.” You plead, your mind swimming with pleasure as he continues to fuck you, “Wanna feel you.”

His brows pinch together as he drops his head forward, “Whatever you want baby.” It comes out in a breathy sigh, his thrusting turning into a roll of his hips as he nears his release, his moans raising in pitch until they get cut off with a gasp as he cums, continuing to rut into you as he empties his load inside of you to join Yoongi’s mess. The added warmth of his cum filling you up makes you mewl, soothing rubs on his skin helping him ease down from his high while he stills inside of you.

“Wow.” He sighs as he collapses on top of you, humming when Yoongi’s fingers trail through his hair. You giggle underneath him, sandwiched between your best friends, sweaty and filled with cum, a wonderful turn of events.

When he finally pulls out of you he takes his time to admire your cunt, eyes glimmering at the mess between your legs and it makes you squeeze them shut with a laugh, “Stop staring.”

Yoongi chuckles and pinches your cheeks gently, reaching forward and grabbing a lone cracker that was left on the charcuterie board from earlier.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jimin groans out when Yoongi begins to eat as if they hadn’t just fucked your brains out. The eldest just shrugs as he picks up a piece of salami and munches on it as well.

“You should be thanking this charcuterie board for the best sex of your life.” He retorts with a smirk, bringing half of the eaten cracker to your own mouth which you accept with a smile, still resting on his thighs.

Jimin pauses at that, staring at the board in thought before he shakes his head, “You know, for someone who complained about raw meat you sure had no problem with that right now.” You tease, opening up your legs once more and cackling at the look he gives you.

“Whatever,” he pouts, swatting at your thighs, “make another one of these damn charcuterie boards next week or something then.”