Hey loves 🖤

I took some time to think about everything and about what I truly want to do moving forward. These past weeks I’ve been getting so many comments, messages, and even DMs on my personal account from you guys. And honestly? I’m so grateful. Thank you for caring about me and for being so patient I promise I’m all good. 🤍

But after thinking things through, I’ve decided I’m going to continue writing my smuts here.

I’m not posting any more smuts on Instagram. I’m genuinely exhausted from spending so much time writing, editing, censoring, re-editing… only for Insta to remove everything no matter how careful I am. It kills the vibe and kills my motivation.

Here, I can finally write freely.

No censoring. No stress.

Just pure imagination and the content you guys actually want.

So thank you for understanding, and I hope you enjoy this one it took me some time to perfect it 🤣🖤

The villa felt too warm for how early in the night it was. Four glasses sat half-empty on the coffee table, and the “vacation roulette” app glowed in the center like something sinful waiting to happen.

Yn leaned into her boyfriend’s side, legs over his lap. Her best friend sat curled into Jungkook, his tattooed arm draped over her shoulders casually too casually for the tension in the room.

Jungkook tapped the screen.

“Ready?”

Yn and her best friend nodded at the same time.

The screen spun.

Flashes of commands—kiss, touch, blindfold, swap, strip until it finally stopped on:

SWITCH LAPS — 10 MINUTES

Hands may roam. No kissing your own partner.

The room froze.

“Holy shit,” the best friend whispered.

Yn laughed under her breath nervous, excited, already warm.

“Well… rules are rules.”

Her boyfriend smirked. “Come here, princess.”

Jungkook patted his thigh. “Yn, this way.”

They moved at the same time like they had rehearsed it.

Yn slid onto Jungkook’s lap while her best friend settled onto Yn’s boyfriend, facing him, knees on either side of his thighs.

The air changed instantly.

Jungkook’s hands didn’t hesitate. They slid to her hips, guiding her down until she was fully seated on him.

He inhaled sharply.

“Fuck you fit perfectly,” he murmured, voice already gone low.

Yn felt his thighs flex under her, muscle shifting. His warmth soaked through her thin dress.

“Jungkook…” she breathed.

“Not your boyfriend,” he said softly, smirking. “You’re not allowed to say his name right now.”

His thumb traced the inside of her thigh, dangerously close.

Across from them, her best friend gasped loud.

Yn’s boyfriend had both hands on her friend’s waist, pulling her closer, settling her right against the hard line already growing beneath his jeans.

“Shit you move and I’m done,” he muttered, voice thick.

She rolled her hips once slow, taunting.

“Oh? Like this?”

He groaned, head falling back.

“Fuck don’t play with me.”

Yn couldn’t stop staring.

Jungkook noticed and chuckled against her ear.

“Someone likes watching.”

Jungkook shifted her slightly, spreading his knees wider so she opened over him.

“Relax for me,” he whispered, fingers sliding under her dress, heated palm dragging up her inner thigh.

Yn’s breath stuttered.

Her best friend moaned again, louder this time, grinding down into Yn’s boyfriend while she grabbed the back of his neck with both hands.

“Touch me,” the best friend begged.

Yn’s boyfriend didn’t wait. His hands slid up her friend’s sides, squeezing her chest through her top.

Yn let out a soft, involuntary sound at the sight.

Jungkook’s lips curled.

“You like seeing your friend get played with by your boyfriend?” he teased into her neck.

Yn swallowed hard.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

His hand finally brushed over her panties slow enough to make her arch.

“You’re soaked.”

She bit her lip, breath shaking.

The phone lit up automatically, vibrating against the table.

Jungkook reached out with one hand and tapped it.

New command:

GIRLS: TOUCH EACH OTHER WHILE ON THE WRONG LAPS

BOYS MAY USE THEIR HANDS ANYWHERE.

“Ohhhh my God,” her best friend laughed, already squirming.

Yn’s boyfriend groaned. “Come here, sweetheart.”

But Jungkook tightened his grip on Yn’s waist.

“No,” he murmured. “Let them come to us.”

Yn and her best friend reached toward each other kneeling on opposite laps, leaning forward until their hands met in the middle.

Her best friend ran her finger down Yn’s throat, between her breasts.

“You’re shaking.”

“You’re grinding all over my boyfriend,” Yn shot back, voice breathless.

“And you’re dripping on Jungkook’s thigh.”

jungkook slapped Yn’s ass sharp, sudden.

She gasped, folding forward into her best friend’s chest.

“Don’t tease her too much,” he said, palm lingering. “Not unless you want me to watch both of you fall apart.”

Her best friend smirked…and leaned forward, kissing the corner of Yn’s mouth soft, warm, slow.

Yn froze then melted, fingertips sliding down her friend’s waist.

Both men groaned at the same time

Yn’s boyfriend grabbed her best friend’s hips and ground her down harder onto him, muttering into her neck,

“Fuck keep touching her like that,keep touching her.”

Jungkook spread Yn wider on his lap, dragging his fingers under her panties until he felt how wet she was.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “You’re soaking because she kissed you?”

Yn’s breath trembled. “Maybe.”

Her best friend reached out again and cupped Yn’s face with one hand, thumb brushing her lip.

“Come here,” she whispered.

Yn leaned in and they kissed, full this time, tongues meeting, soft moans escaping into each other’s mouths as Jungkook’s fingers slid deeper and Yn’s boyfriend pressed harder into her friend from below.

Yn was still kissing her best friend when Jungkook finally lost the last thread of control in his breath. His hands slid up her waist, then down—gripping, spreading, claiming.

“Get up,” he murmured against her shoulder.

The command vibrated through her.

He guided her off his lap just enough so he could pull her panties aside with two fingers, exposing how wet she was.

Her best friend broke the kiss with a tiny whimper.

“Fuck… she’s dripping.”

Yn’s boyfriend groaned, hips jerking up under her friend.

“Come here,” he growled, voice dropping into a dangerous whisper, “both of you.”

But Jungkook wasn’t letting her go.

He moved her forward onto her hands, positioning her between the boys and right in front of her best friend.

A perfect view.

“Stay right there,” he ordered. “I’m not done.”

He pushed his knee between her legs, nudging them wider before sliding behind her,slow enough to make her tremble.

Her best friend watched with blown pupils, biting her lip while Yn boyfriend’s hands roamed her waist greedily.

“Touch her,” Jungkook told the best friend. “Everywhere I can’t.”

Her best friend didn’t even waitshe leaned forward, hands cupping Yn’s breasts, thumbs circling her nipples through the thin dress, mouth close enough that their breaths mixed.

Yn moaned, soft and broken.

Jungkook growled.

“There it is.”

He didn’t tease.

He pushed inside her in one slow, deep thrust that made her arms buckle. A strangled moan ripped from her throat, her body clenching tight around him.

“Oh my fucking god—” Yn gasped.

Her best friend held her up, chest pressed to Yn’s back, whispering against her cheek, “Take it… take him… fuck, you look so good.”

Behind them, Yn’s boyfriend groaned like he was going to lose it.

“Keep talking to her,” Jungkook ordered, voice tight as he sank deeper. “She likes it.”

Her best friend kissed Yn’s neck, lips dragging up to her ear.

“You’re so pretty when you get fucked like this… look at you… shaking already…”

jungkook smacked Yn’s ass hard.

She cried out, back arching beautifully.

“Again,” her boyfriend growled, thrusting up into her best friend. “Do it again.”

Jungkook did his palm cracking against her skin, heat blooming fast.

Yn’s moan melted straight into her best friend’s mouth as they kissed again, desperate and sweet and messy.

Jungkook’s thrusts grew rougher, faster each one driving Yn forward into her best friend’s hands and mouth while her friend held her steady, hips rocking back against Yn’s boyfriend.

“Fuck look at them…” Yn’s boyfriend groaned, one hand gripping her best friend’s hair. “Jungkook ruin her”

“Oh, I plan to,” Jungkook breathed, thrusts slamming deeper. “She’s taking me too well not to.”

Yn whimpered every sound she made turned the boys feral.

Her best friend pressed their foreheads together, noses touching, breath mingling with every moan.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” she whispered.

Then, more breathless…

“Touch me.”

Yn reached blindly, finding her friend’s thighs, sliding up, cupping her through her panties as her friend rolled her hips into her boyfriend’s lap.

The boys groaned at the same time a perfect, filthy echo

Jungkook looped his arm around Yn’s waist, pulling her upright against his chest while he kept thrusting into her,deep, relentless strokes that made her toes curl.

“Touch her,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to see you make her fall apart while I fuck you.”

Yn obeyed instantly.

She slid her hand between her best friend’s legs, rubbing slow circles through the soaked fabric. Her friend choked on a moan, clutching Yn’s shoulders.

“Fuck…Yn don’t stop…”

Yn’s boyfriend grabbed his girl’s hips and slammed up into her harder, groaning into her shoulder.

“Shit she’s close…keep touching her-”

“Both of you look at me,” Jungkook growled.

The girls turned their heads.

“Perfect,” he breathed.

He thrust hard enough to punch a moan out of Yn’s chest and her best friend’s voice broke in sync as she bucked into Yn’s hand.

“You’re both gonna cum like this,” Jungkook whispered darkly against Yn’s ear. “Right in front of each other’s boyfriends.”

Her best friend moaned into her neck, hips shaking.

Yn’s voice cracked.

“Jungkook—please—”

That was all it took.

They all fall apart together

Jungkook slammed into Yn deep, fast, punishing…and she broke, body tensing, head falling back against him as pleasure ripped through her in a shaking, helpless rush.

Her best friend came seconds after crying out into Yn’s mouth as she kissed her, hips jerking against Yn’s hand and her boyfriend’s thrusts.

Both boys groaned, gripping harder, thrusting deeper, chasing their own releases.

Heat. Skin. Pressure.

Bodies tangled, voices lost, pleasure overflowing the room

Jungkook held Yn through it, whispering in her ear as her thighs trembled violently.

Her boyfriend buried his face in her best friend’s neck, moaning her name.

The girls clung to each other, shaking.

The roulette app buzzed again.

No one could move.

Please leave your thoughts in the comments,i’d loooove to read them 🫶🏼