BTS Oneshots - Taking Requests

"Party" - PJM, JJK, MYG (Smut)

Requested by: Sunmin 

Rating - M (smut, profanity)

Sorry this one took so long, it was midterms season and I was behind on a gazillion things on top of how smut takes longer to write than any other genre. Regardless, I hope you enjoy! ~Raven

Fuck men.

No, literally, fuck men.

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 eye-fucking her since they got here. And those three men were Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, and Min Yoongi. They were undressing her with their eyes, Y/n quivering under their gazes despite her cursing herself for it.

She thought she was in control of herself and her body, but those three were animals. 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 led to nights where she'd do all the worst things, regretting them after. But they were too attractive to deny. Y/n was an independent woman by all means, but three men as hot as them? Not to be blunt - but she'd let all three of them put their babies in her at once.

Okay, that was weird, Y/n.

Regardless, she shook the thoughts off, going back to dancing in the crowd and pretending that the trio weren't staring at her ass while she danced. A nightclub. What a wonderful setting too, huh? She was halfway to drunk and they were almost certainly fully there. Not blackout drunk, so they'd still remember everything, but they were tipsy enough to be wobbling even from their seats. She wondered if they knew that or not.

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 apart of the same company doing the same job in the real estate agency. But fuck that, that was far from what was important. Boring ass 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. Deep down, she was into that too, but it didn't make it any less gross to hear when she wasn't in full hormone mood. But based on the way Yoongi was still tailing her, she would be in a moment.

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 carpeting and a bed. It was designed just for sex, was her guess. That was what happened at clubs, after all.

Yoongi approached with an almost predator-like look in his eye, her pressing her ass against the bed. He sat next to her, almost casually. Ha. As if he wasn't planning on something dirty. 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, playing with the band of her panties. His eyes asked for permission, and she granted it, him sliding the item down until she had to help him shimmy it off.

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?"