THE RULES WE BREAK🔞 ✔

🛑Complete smuts warning🔞

The music had faded, the last guest had stumbled out, and Y/N shut the door behind them with a click that echoed in the quiet. Her apartment smelled of rum, perfume, and the low, slow burn of desire that had been building all night.

Jimin and Taehyung were still there—her best friends, her constants. Three years of shared classes, endless teasing, movie nights, drunken dares. But tonight had been different. Something had shifted in the looks, the touches, the heat that crackled like a live wire between them.

She turned and found them both staring at her.

Y/N’s bare feet padded across the floor as she made her way to the couch. Her little black dress clung to her, slightly askew, the neckline lower than it started, hem riding high. She felt their eyes track her hips. It wasn’t subtle.

“Still thirsty?” she asked, voice low.

Jimin gave a grin, eyes flicking down her legs. “Not for drinks.”

Taehyung leaned against the counter, arms crossed, the corner of his lip twitching. “You know what you’re doing, Y/N.”

She sat on the edge of the couch, legs crossed slowly. “Do I?”

“You’ve been playing with fire all night,” Taehyung murmured, walking toward her.

Jimin followed, sitting beside her, close enough for his thigh to touch hers. She didn’t move away.

“You’re both drunk,” Y/N said.

“Buzzed,” Taehyung corrected, kneeling in front of her. “But sober enough to know we’ve all been thinking the same thing.”

She tilted her head, challenging. “And what’s that?”

“That we’re tired of pretending this isn’t what we want,” Jimin said, his voice rough.

Taehyung’s hands found her knees. “We’ve joked. Flirted. Pushed lines. Let’s stop pretending.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as their eyes pinned her, as hands moved up her thighs. She had teased them. She had known. And she hadn’t stopped herself.

Because she didn’t want to.

“Three friends,” she whispered, heart thudding. “One bed?”

“Three bodies,” Taehyung replied, spreading her legs slowly as Jimin’s hand trailed up her back, tugging the zipper of her dress down.

“One night,” Jimin added. “No rules.”

Her dress hit the floor. Taehyung’s hands slid up her thighs as she stood between them, wearing only lace panties and a black bra that looked indecent under the soft apartment light. Jimin was behind her now, mouth hot against her neck, fingers unhooking her bra, letting it fall away.

Taehyung stared, jaw tight as he reached up to cup her bare breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. “Fuck,” he murmured. “You’ve been hiding these from us?”

Jimin’s mouth moved down her back, kissing along her spine. “She knew what she was doing.”

Y/N gasped as Taehyung leaned in, sucking one nipple into his mouth, biting lightly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, hips pressing forward—only to grind back as Jimin’s hands found her ass.

“Bend her over,” Jimin growled.

Taehyung stood, eyes dark with lust. “Couch.”

Y/N didn’t resist as they turned her around and bent her over the edge. Jimin dropped to his knees behind her, pulling down her soaked panties. “Dripping already,” he murmured. “Damn, Y/N.”

His tongue was hot, wet, and relentless. He licked her like a man starved—tongue flicking, swirling, dragging along her folds while his fingers spread her open. Taehyung sat in front of her on the couch, unzipping his jeans.

“Look at me while he eats you,” Taehyung said, stroking himself slowly.

Y/N whimpered, lips parted, body shaking with the intensity of Jimin’s mouth. She watched Taehyung—his cock hard in his hand—as she moaned, hips jerking. Her hands gripped the couch.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” Taehyung asked. “You want both of us.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “God, yes—”

Jimin stood suddenly, flipping her onto her back on the couch. He unbuckled his pants, cock springing free as he climbed between her legs. Taehyung was already beside her, cock at her lips.

“Which one do you want first?” Jimin asked.

Y/N looked at them both, licking her lips.

“Both.”

Taehyung slid his cock past her lips as Jimin plunged into her dripping pussy in one rough thrust. Y/N cried out around Taehyung, the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming pleasure nearly too much.

Jimin thrust hard, holding her hips, groaning as he filled her over and over. Taehyung’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm on his cock as she sucked him deep, moaning around the taste of him.

The room echoed with the sounds of sex—wet, wild, uncontrollable. Y/N’s body burned, lit from inside. She was on fire.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Jimin grunted, slamming into her harder.

Taehyung pulled out of her mouth, stroking himself as he watched. “You look so good getting ruined, Y/N.”

She reached for Taehyung’s cock again, but he pushed her hand away and instead climbed behind Jimin.

“Switch.”

Jimin slid out, cock slick with her arousal, panting. Taehyung took his place, thrusting into her immediately, deeper, slower—but with just as much force. Jimin knelt beside her head, pushing his cock to her lips.

Y/N opened for him greedily, her tongue swirling as he thrust into her mouth.

She was the center of their heat, their hunger—fucked at both ends, spit-roasted between two friends who no longer cared about rules. Her moans were muffled, her thighs shaking, her whole body trembling with release.

Taehyung groaned, hips jerking as she clenched around him. “She’s coming.”

Jimin pulled out of her mouth to let her scream. Y/N’s orgasm ripped through her like a wave, sharp and blinding, her body spasming as Taehyung kept thrusting, prolonging it.

“Shit—gonna come,” Taehyung gasped, pulling out and stroking himself.

Jimin moved quickly, lifting her up and throwing her onto the floor rug. “On your knees.”

She obeyed instantly, dazed and wrecked and aching for more. Taehyung came with a grunt, his release landing across her breasts, hot and thick. Jimin grabbed her hair, guiding her mouth onto his cock.

She sucked hard, tongue curling, watching Taehyung collapse back on the couch, chest rising.

Jimin’s control snapped in seconds. He came in her mouth with a groan, hands tight in her hair. She swallowed everything.

They stood in silence for a beat—only the sound of panting, cooling skin, and the ticking clock.

Y/N collapsed back on the floor, hair wild, body splayed, lips swollen.

Taehyung leaned down, brushing a finger over her cheek. “Still friends?”

Y/N laughed, raw and breathless. “Friends with benefits, apparently.”

Jimin lay down beside her, dragging her onto his chest. “No regrets?”

She shook her head.

Taehyung lay on her other side. “Then maybe… we don’t stop at one night.”

Y/N smirked. “No rules, remember?”

They all smiled, tangled together—three bodies, one secret, no guilt.

Only lust.

And the knowledge they would never go back to “just friends” again.

🥀END🥀