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You closed your eyes and took a breath, staring at the door of the medium sized recording studio, triple checking the number on the door placard with the text message Namjoon had sent you that morning. You were a little early, but after your production meeting had been canceled you’d had more than enough time to run and grab a snack from the street vendors a few blocks down. Hotteok in hand, you were heading down a few floors from the BTS workspaces into the recording level, your production assistant badge granting you access, although a slight look of confusion from the guard posted at the corridor entry. These recording rooms were larger than the boy’s private studios, but Joon was working hard on their next comeback and didn’t have time to sneak away and meet you, even upstairs. You looked down at your phone again and punched in the key code slowly, hearing the door click and light turn green.
As you cracked the soundproof seal, you were immediately met with a moan and a matching debauched sight. On the long leather couch set Namjoon, one leg along the cushions, with a shirtless Jimin held tight against his chest, squirming and panting. On the ground between Jimin’s legs was Yoongi, who sat up straight and wiped his mouth on his sleeve as you entered.
“I…uh…I brought some snacks?” You offer, holding out the plastic bag full of the fried treats in shame, looking down, ready to turn and run. “I’ll leave you to it I guess?”
“No, wait baby!” Joon sat up straight when he heard your voice. “I can explain!”
“You don’t have to Joon, we aren’t exclusive, you guys can do whatever it is you were doing-”
“Actually they’re here because I wanted them to meet you. Y/N. Please? Give me two minutes to explain.” You sigh and let out a shallow laugh.
“Okay Joonie. Go ahead.” You sit on the couch in his lap as Jimin sits up, tucking himself away before scooting over towards Yoongi.
“So, you know that I’m a switch. I like being…teased a little sometimes. I’m also Bi like you and just…haven’t been with a guy in a really really long time right?”
“Sure. We’ve talked about this. It’s fine if you want to play-”
“And Yoongi-hyung is Pan. And Jimin is Gay.”
“Of course. Joonie, what are you suggesting?”
“Do you know what a kidney donor chain is?” He asks, as casually as if he were asking the time.
“What?” You, Yoongi, and Jimin all ask at the same time.
“A kidney donor chain is where an altruistic person donates a kidney, no strings attached, which gets other people to donate to those in need but have strings attached or conditions for their donation.” Namjoon says, eyes drifting to the ground
“So you want me to give one of you a kidney?” You ask, confused. Namjoon’s eyes go wide and Jimin leans over to pinch his thigh hard.
“No. What Joon-ah is trying to say is he wants you to mix things up a bit so that the three of us can all get our needs met.” Yoongi sighs, shaking his head. “I told you that metaphor wasn’t going to work.”
“So the altruistic hardship I’ll have to endure is…?”
“Me.” Yoongi smirks, eyes twinkling. Namjoon groans, burying his face in his arms.
“Oh.” You say, smiling, looking over at the small rapper and smaller dancer in his lap.
In that case it isn’t a hardship at all. you thought to yourself, but you couldn’t help but enjoy making Namjoon squirm a little while longer.
“So how exactly would this all work?” You ask, grabbing a sweet cake from the bag before passing it on.
“Well it all starts with me being a bit of a size queen.” Jimin says, gleefully picking up on your intent to torture Namjoon a little while longer before chomping into his own Hotteok. “And while Yoongi is perfect just the way he is, Namjoon-hyungs dick is just…wow. It is just perfect. I’ve never had it and I swear it haunts my dreams at night.”
“Right. Namjoon’s dick causes nightmares and mine doesn’t. But that leaves a few problems. Namjoon won’t do anything without your approval and wants you to always feel good too. Plus as a good dongsaeng he worries about me and knows I could use a fresh outlet to dom every once in a while. So even if he wants to rail Jimin’s tight ass.” Namjoon groans as Yoongi explains, causing another round of giggles. “He won’t do it if everybody doesn’t agree and get satisfied somehow.”
“So back to Joonie splitting me open-” Jimin adds as Yoongi bites down into his own cake now. “-I get my size related needs met. He gets to touch this ass while hyung watches, but where does that leave you two? He actually overthought it for a really long time, brought in a piece of paper with a diagram and everything you know. He had so many people involved I was convinced that Bang PD was going to end up in Seokjin-hyungs lap or something.”
“I only had him on there as an ancillary non-sexual participant Jimin! Don’t say these things out loud, you make me sound insane.” Namjoon finally looks up.
“Right. So he walks Jimin and I through the diagram, and then I take my pen and draw a link from me to you. Can stop the chain right there at four people. Makes logistics easier. I’m happy to go down on or top basically anybody that consents for me to do so, at least anybody that I think is hot.” Yoongi adds.
“Do you think I’m hot?” You ask boldly.
“I think Namjoon has excellent taste. Even if he sometimes thinks too much with one brain and not enough with the other” He smiles in return, crumbly bits of sugar filling stuck to his lips. It's endearing and causes total whiplash, the sexy smirking rapper and the attentive kind hyung and lover occupying the same space at the same time.
“Well then why wait?” You smile, pulling your shirt up over your head, leaving only your bra and skirt on. “I’m willing to take one for the team, I suppose, but only because it makes Jimin happy” you smirk at the dancer before grinding into Namjoon’s lap and standing up. “Take care of him for me, would you dear?”
“Oh FUCK yes. Of course. I’ll be so good for him. Promise.” Jimin nearly pants out in response, scrambling to stand and start disrobing. Yoongi crosses behind you to lock the door and correctly set the “do not disturb” status to require somebody from inside to buzz any guests in, code or not. The way Namjoon had supposedly locked it before this whole ordeal started. He reaches into his backpack on the way back and grabs a handful of condoms and lube packets out, dropping them on the center couch cushion.
In a flash, Jimin is already naked and grinding onto a clothed but very turned on Namjoon, the leader holding his hands up in surrender or confusion. It made you smile to see your partner shy compared to his usual confident and dominating self.
“Joonie, if you don’t put your hands on my ass in the next ten seconds I’m going to help Yoongi hyung play with Y/N.”
“You don’t even like women!” He exclaims.
“I can appreciate a good set of tits, better get to it!” He rolls his hips again and Namjoon brings his hands down on Jimin’s cheeks with a loud accidental slap.
“Oh fuck.” The dancer and leader both shout at the same time, for very different reasons. They continue to banter as you feel Yoongi reach for your hand and pull you towards him.
“They’ll sort it out from here. Let’s get you a little more comfortable hmm?” Yoongi purrs into your ear, goosebumps spreading across your skin and lightning down your back. He reaches up to unclasp your bra, discarding it away before dropping down to kiss the side of your neck and collarbones. He wraps a hand around your neck, not squeezing, just present, a reminder, thumb stroking along your windpipe.
“Fuck Yoongi that feels, oh that feels really nice.” You whimper as his big hands slide down your spine and splay across your back and hips, guiding you to sit on the arm of the couch further away from the door.
“Don’t hold back on me now. The studio is soundproof and I very much doubt you’ll be louder than Jimin anyways.” You smiled against his hair, nuzzling little kisses along his scalp. “I want to taste you pretty girl. We only have about an hour until the three of us actually need to get back to recording. Can I work you open with your mouth then fuck you deep?”
“Fuck, yes, yes of course, fuck.”
“Joonie talked to me about your limits with him and none of that is a problem.” You moaned as Yoongi turned you around, leaning you forward over the couch arm while pinching your nipples. “I want you to feel great, you let me know if I need to stop okay?”
“Yes Yoongi.” You say, already out of breath as his hands trail down your hips, pushing your skirt down towards your knees.
“One more thing baby girl…” He says, fingers dancing under the thin string of your thong, tempting and teasing but not pulling yet.
“Call me Oppa.”
“Fuck. Yoongi Oppa. Please.”
“Please what?” He leans his chest over your back, kissing your neck, smiling into your hairline.
“Please make me feel good.”
“Oh? Do you want me to wreck you in front of your big dumb boyfriend?” you moan as Yoongi slips a finger between your folds, finding you wet and hot already.
“Ye-yes oppa.” You stutter. He hooks a finger firmly against your walls, stroking, searching for your spot.
“A little louder pretty girl. I don’t think Joonie heard you. He’s too busy getting stunned by my hot boyfriend.” You looked up to see Jimin in the same position as you, leaned forward over the arm of the couch, but a far more active participant.
“Joonie, please, I can take another finger, stop being gentle you clumsy giant. I want you to wreck me and break me. Please please pleas- oh SHIT.” Jimin is begging as Namjoon adds a third finger to his tight hole, working him quickly, twisting his wrist in a way that looked painful to you from your perspective. Jimin’s eyes had rolled back and his mouth was open in an unvoiced scream as Namjoon clenched his jaw and worked his hand harder.
“Get off his prostate you goober, or he’s going to start crying and I’m going to make you pick up the pieces. It’s not a clit.” Yoongi grumbles before dropping to his knees behind you, spreading your cheeks wide. He hums his approval before licking a long stripe from rim to clit, making you squeak in pleasure. He begins lapping at it in earnest, firm repetitive strokes already igniting the heat in your core. You whine a little and he hums as you squirm. “You need to train this one better Joonie. She moves so much I can hardly show her how much I appreciate her.” You moan as he continues to talk down to your partner while wrecking you at the same time. He continues for a few minutes, the tension building in your thighs until he backs off, letting you catch your breath, before bringing you to the cusp again, edging you with his mouth, fingers and words.
“Do you like hearing me talk dirty to Joon-ah? Hmmm?” You nod your head frantically as his fingers dance along your lips, teasing touches.
“Oppa, you’re so in charge.” You breathe out headily.
“Fuck. Fuck yeah I am baby girl. You want oppa inside you now?”
“Please. Please inside me.” Yoongi groans as you stick your ass out more for him. You look across the couch and make eye contact with Namjoon, his lids heavy and breath shallow. Looking down between the two men on the other side you see he is guiding his cock into Jimin’s hole tenderly, stretching him to fit around his shaft, one hand squeezed tight, white knuckling the dancers’ shoulder.
“Fuck. Joonie hyung. Fuck. So big. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. Ooooooh my god. Oh. Fuck. FUCK.” Jimin is practically screaming and you laugh at his dramatics, wincing in sympathy having taken Namjoon’s monster length in your pussy only a few days earlier.
“What’s so funny sweetheart? Don’t think I’ll split you open and wreck you just as good?” He smirks into your hair, sheathing himself to the hilt before you can muster the hint of a snarky reply. You let out a moan to rival Jimin’s as Yoongi immediately sets a brutal pace.
“So fascinated watching another man when I’m right here to fill you up?” He asks, punctuating the question with a hard snap of his hips. “Your brain should be occupied with just me now. Just oppa’s cock. Isn’t that right?” He slows down and lets you catch your breath to answer.
“Just…just oppa.”
“Mmmmm good girl.” He says, lightly swatting your bottom before resuming his thrusts, his rhythm consistent, left hand tangled in your hair and right hand working over your breasts. “Fuck these are nice. I love a good pair of tits.” He mumbles. “Love making them bounce”. He shifts his angle, and you groan as the new direction hits you deep and makes your breasts bounce up and down, tender and wild.
Across from you, Jimin is coming undone on Namjoon’s cock already, whimpering in oversensitivity but still begging for more.
“Hyung I can take it, hyung, hyung, please, fuck, inside me, fuck, finish and fill me.”
“Jimin, I'm wearing a condom…” Namjoon hesitates, slowing down, afraid he’s done damage to the tiny dancer.
“Figure of speech hyung. Just, don’t stop.” He must clearly clench down and Namjoon’s hips kick before he settles back into a steady pace, one that is all too familiar to you, although you've never seen it from this angle. Eyes closed, head back, his nostrils flare as he controls his breathing.
“He’s close isn’t he?” Yoongi asks.
“Yes oppa.” You say, short of breath, holding on for dear life to keep yourself from crashing over.
“Guess I better wrap this up then.” He says matter of factly. You turn your head and see his eyes are blown wide, mouth open and face flushed from watching his friend destroy his lover. Yoongi sneaks a hand down between your mound and the couch, adding sweet focused friction beyond what you had expected to be possible when he bent you over the furniture.
“Come for me baby girl. I want you to finish but call out Namjoon’s name. Let’s break his brain hmmm?” You smile and relax into the sensations as Yoongi picks up speed, jostling you roughly against his hand. Your climax is unstoppable at this point.
“Fuck. Yoongi. Oppa. I’m coming. I’m - fuck. NAMJOON. FUCK. Joonie PLEASEEE.” You lay it on thick as you feel the wave of euphoria crash over you. Spasams wrack your body and you feel Yoongi wrap his arms protectively around you, holding you tight to him as you clench around his cock inside. A massive shiver wracks his body and you feel his cock pulse through the condom inside you, filling it with his own release as he pants into your ear.
“Good girl baby girl.” He smiles, pulling out and turning you over, arching your back onto the couch, head on the cushion. From this vantage point you could see Jimin, who still looked like he had been in a rear-end collision, and Namjoon, sweaty, exhausted, but with a satisfied smile on his face. The two rappers exchanged glances as they tied up the condoms and disposed of them in the trash, before wordlessly deciding to return to their own boneless partners for cuddles.
“Did you enjoy that baby girl?” Namjoon asks as he pulls you into his lap, your head against his chest, heart still beating wildly.
“So much fun Joonie. We should do that again sometime.”
“Maybe in a month or two. Fuck. My ass might never recover.” Jimin adds, throwing you a wink before Yoongi pulls him against his body for a tight hug.
Maybe in a month or two.