Pick Up Lines (Taejoon)

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First of all, I'm sorry - this was going to be posted last night but my account glitched and I couldn't post anything smh :( hope you enjoy the hawt chapter I promised you!

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Namjoon was ecstatic – he was actually winning. On the other hand, Jin was thoroughly wasted, giggling to himself and taking shots without even being prompted. He was all but undressed, wearing only his boxers as he tried to hold his card correctly. Taehyung was next in line, wearing his boxers and undershirt. He had opted to take his socks off one by one before he took off his shirt. That was fine with Namjoon to him this game was utterly ridiculous. Taehyung wasn't wasted but he wasn't sober, either. There was a definite buzz in his system as he seemed to find every single dad joke Jin told to be utterly hilarious.

Namjoon had been trying to stay away from the liquor – he still had to make it home – but Taehyung and Jin kept prompting him to take a shot whenever they did, which was becoming increasingly more frequent.

"I win!" Jin shouted triumphantly, eyes lingering on Namjoon as he made a motion for him to take off his clothes. Namjoon still had his pants and shirt on, his hoodie discarded awhile ago along with both of his socks. He watched as Taehyung ripped his undershirt off, lean, sun kissed stomach showing. Taehyung laughed when he caught Namjoon staring. The older quickly turned away, blushing.

"Come on, Joonie," Taehyung prompted, throwing back another shot and coughing immediately afterwards.

Namjoon hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his pants, tugging them down. He knew he had to be blushing like mad and tried not to make eye contact with the other two men in the room. Jin cooed, giggling a bit afterwards. Namjoon felt the need to cover his boxers but he knew it was a futile thought.

The eldest abruptly stood, making his way to slump next to Namjoon, a lazy smile decorating his features. He seemed a bit breathless, his mouth hanging open slightly and his cheeks ruddy. "Hi," he giggled.

Namjoon smiled a bit awkwardly back, "Hi, hyung,"

"I love your voice, Namjoon...." suddenly lips were on his neck, nibbling and kissing. Namjoon gasped a bit, leaning away from Jin's touch and throwing a glance at Taehyung. The younger was smirking at the two of them, mischief glittering in his eyes.

"Hyung-" Jin's lips cut Namjoon off. Soft and plush and warm, Jin tasted of tequila. Their lips meshed together, staying pure and simple. Namjoon didn't know why he was kissing some drunk man from his work but in the moment, his mind went blank, buzzing with adrenaline. He felt Jin's hands slip under his shirt as he climbed up on the younger, throwing a leg over his lap and straddling him. Namjoon pulled away at that, breathless and blushing. He placed his hands on Jin's bare chest, pushing slightly.

Taehyung took his chance, sitting beside Namjoon on the other side of where Jin had once been, grabbing a handful of Namjoon's hair and yanking his head to the side to kiss him roughly. Namjoon squeaked, finger digging into Jin's hips as Taehyung swiped his tongue over Namjoon's bottom lip. Namjoon pulled his head away, gasping for air and looking wildly between the two. Jin seemed to think the idea of all three of them making out was amazing and promptly leaned forward to continue nibbling at Namjoon's collarbone.

"Jin, Taehyung-" Namjoon spared the honorifics, his voice high pitched and cracking as a certain unwelcome warmth pooled in his stomach.

A rich, deep chuckled resounded from Taehyung, "Open your mouth, baby," he tried pulling Namjoon to himself again, but the older pulled away, dumping Jin unceremoniously onto the couch where he had been sitting. He was flustered, his hands nervously wringing together. Jin pouted from his spot on the couch, making grabby hands at Namjoon – a silent plea for him to come back and continue what they had been doing.

"I-I-I have t-to go...." Namjoon quickly began putting his clothes back on, tripping over his pants as he tried to pull them up. Jin whined on the couch, wiggling his hips and sending doe eyes to Namjoon.

"Please stay?"

Taehyung had left the older by himself. Walking over to stand by Namjoon, hindering him as much as possible in his effort to tug all of his discarded clothes back on. Namjoon sent the youngest a glare but all Taehyung did was laugh, palming the flesh of Namjoon's backside as he finally managed to pull his pants up and button them. He slapped Taehyung's hands away.

"Wait!' Jin called out, "How are you gonna get home?" his words were somewhat slurred and Namjoon watched as he poured himself yet another shot, downing it without blinking an eye.

He was right, Jin had been the one to pick him and Namjoon had no clue how on earth he was getting home. He simply knew he couldn't stay at Jin's. If he stayed, he would have to deal with two very horny and intoxicated men and he didn't know if he could handle that. Before he could even open his mouth to answer, he was being pulled backwards, back hitting Taehyung's chest and strong arms looping around his torso. He winced as Taehyung bit his earlobe, pulling on the flesh with his teeth and humming deep in the back of his throat.

"I'll call a cab," he muttered, trying to pull away to get his hoodie. It was still draped on the couch next to Jin. His breath hitched when he felt Taehyung begin to suck on the junction where his neck and shoulder met, tongue swiping over a freshly made red mark. Namjoon tried keeping the sounds he wanted to let loose in his mouth but they came tumbling out when Taehyung started sucking harder as his hands massaged the older's hips.

"Taehyung, s-stop it...." Namjoon tried to pull away but Taehyung was holding on, hands inching lower and lower.

A tender kiss was pressed the curve of his neck and a deep voice trickled into his ear,

"Make me,"