THE SECRET OF TWIN'S AND THEIR CHILDHOOD FRIEND

...CHAPTER 2...

...NO MORE PRETENDING...

...By: Com3tomomm¥...

The large bedroom was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the heavy curtains, painting the room in warm amber hues. The air was already thick and charged, carrying the quiet promise of what was to come. V set Jungkook down gently in the center of the large bed, stepping back just enough to look at him, while Taehyung closed and locked the door with a soft, definitive click.

The sound echoed slightly, and with it, every last trace of their public personas vanished. There was no more calm, polite heir, no more playful, approachable twin — only two pairs of dark, hungry eyes fixed entirely on the boy between them.

Jungkook didn’t shrink away. He sat back on his elbows, a lazy, knowing smile playing on his lips, his chest rising and falling a little faster already. He knew exactly how this went; after years of being with them, he was no stranger to the way they looked at him when there was no one else around — like he was something precious they wanted to devour completely.

“You’re staring,” Jungkook teased, his voice smooth and unhurried. “Like you haven’t seen me like this a hundred times before.”

V chuckled low in his throat, the sound rough and warm as he stepped closer to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. “We can look as much as we want. You’re ours to look at. Ours to touch.”

Taehyung came around to the other side, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from Jungkook’s forehead, his touch light but sending a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. “And you act like you don’t love it when we do.”

Before Jungkook could reply, V leaned down, catching his lips in a kiss that was nothing like the soft pecks they might steal in hidden corners. It was deep, demanding, claiming — swallowing the breath right out of Jungkook’s lungs. V’s hand came to rest firmly on his waist, pulling him closer until their chests were pressed together, his tongue slipping past Jungkook’s parted lips to explore thoroughly, making Jungkook’s fingers immediately curl into the fabric of V’s uniform shirt.

While V occupied his mouth, Taehyung didn’t stay idle. He leaned in from the side, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Jungkook’s neck, nipping gently at the pulse point that was already beating fast. His hands wandered slowly, sliding under the hem of Jungkook’s shirt, his palms warm against the smooth skin of his sides, making Jungkook gasp softly into the kiss.

“See?” Taehyung murmured against his skin, his voice thick with desire. “Already reacting so nicely for us. Even when you act all tough and loud in school, you turn into this as soon as we touch you.”

Jungkook pulled back from V’s kiss just enough to catch his breath, his lips swollen and red, his eyes glistening with a mix of amusement and want. “I don’t turn into anything. I just know who I belong to.”

V smiled, a sharp, satisfied expression, as his fingers began to work at the buttons of Jungkook’s shirt, popping them open one by one with steady, practiced ease. “Good. Then you know what comes next.”

In moments, the shirt was discarded, leaving Jungkook bare from the waist up. V’s gaze raked over him, dark and appreciative, before he leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone, marking the skin just enough to leave faint, pink reminders that would be hidden by his uniform tomorrow. Taehyung followed suit, his hands tracing slow, teasing paths down Jungkook’s abdomen, making him squirm slightly under their combined attention.

“Relax,” V murmured, his breath warm against Jungkook’s skin. “We’re not going anywhere. We have all night.”

“And we’re going to take our time,” Taehyung added, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Jungkook’s trousers, tugging them down slowly along with his underwear until they were discarded onto the floor, leaving Jungkook completely exposed.

Jungkook let out a soft, shaky breath, but he didn’t try to cover himself. Instead, he leaned back further against the pillows, spreading his legs slightly in silent invitation, his confidence never wavering even as his cheeks flushed a deep, pretty pink. He knew what they wanted, and he wanted it just as badly — the way they both looked at him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered, the way they touched him like he was something to be cherished but also thoroughly claimed.

V and Taehyung exchanged a brief, knowing look — they were used to moving in sync, always knowing exactly what the other was thinking. V moved lower, settling between Jungkook’s legs, while Taehyung stayed above, leaning down to capture his lips again, swallowing any sounds that might escape.

The sensations were overwhelming in the best way possible — V’s hands holding his thighs apart firmly but gently, his mouth working in ways that made Jungkook’s back arch off the bed, his fingers tangling harshly into the sheets. Taehyung kissed him deeply, his hands roaming over his chest, pinching and teasing at sensitive peaks, drawing soft, breathless moans from Jungkook’s throat that were muffled against Taehyung’s lips.

“Fuck — ah — Taehyung… V…” Jungkook gasped, his voice breaking slightly, all his earlier teasing tone replaced by pure, heated pleasure.

Taehyung pulled back just enough to look down at him, his eyes dark and gleaming, his own breathing already uneven. “That’s it. Let us hear you. No one’s here to listen. Only us.”

When V finally sat back up, his lips glistening, Jungkook was already trembling slightly, his skin flushed all over, his eyes half-lidded and pleading. He reached out, his hands grabbing at the twins’ shirts, pulling them closer, wanting to feel their skin against his.

“Off,” Jungkook breathed out, his voice rough with need. “Take them off. I want to feel you.”

V didn’t need to be told twice. In quick, fluid movements, both he and Taehyung shed their remaining clothes, leaving them just as bare as Jungkook. The sight made Jungkook’s breath catch — he’d seen them countless times, but it never failed to send a jolt of heat straight through him. They were similar, yet different in their own ways, and both were looking at him with such intense hunger that it made his head spin.

V shifted forward, positioning himself properly, while Taehyung moved behind Jungkook, pressing his chest against his back, wrapping one arm securely around his waist to hold him steady. He pressed soft kisses along the side of Jungkook’s neck and shoulder, whispering low promises against his skin.

“Relax for us,” Taehyung murmured, his hand resting over Jungkook’s, lacing their fingers together. “We’ve got you. Just breathe.”

V leaned in, his forehead resting against Jungkook’s for a moment, his gaze searching. “Still okay?”

Jungkook nodded immediately, his eyes clear and bright even through the haze of desire. “More than okay. Stop talking and just… move.”

V chuckled softly, the sound warm and rough, before he began to move slowly, giving Jungkook time to adjust, his touch firm and reassuring. Taehyung held him close, pressing kisses to his skin, his free hand wandering to stroke and soothe, making the stretch easier, turning the sensation from sharp into something deep and overwhelming.

Once Jungkook had relaxed completely, V set a steady, deep rhythm, pulling soft, broken sounds from Jungkook’s lips. Taehyung matched the pace, his own movements careful but sure, surrounding Jungkook completely — one in front, one behind, holding him, touching him, kissing him from every angle until there was no part of him that wasn’t being felt, no thought in his head that wasn’t filled entirely with them.

It was intense, the feeling of being filled and held by both of them at once, completely surrounded by their warmth and their presence. V’s hands gripped his hips firmly, guiding him to meet each thrust, while Taehyung’s lips found his, swallowing his moans, his tongue tangling with his. The bed creaked softly in the quiet room, mixing with the sound of their breathing and the soft, wet sounds of pleasure, creating a rhythm that felt like it would go on forever.

“You feel so good,” V groaned, his voice strained with effort and pleasure, his eyes fixed on where they were joined. “So perfect for us. Always so good for us.”

“Ours,” Taehyung whispered against his ear, his voice thick and possessive. “All ours. No one else gets to have you like this. No one else gets to see you like this.”

Jungkook could only nod, his head falling back against Taehyung’s shoulder, his fingers gripping tightly onto V’s arms. The pleasure built steadily, coiling tight and hot in his stomach, making his legs tremble and his vision blur at the edges. He felt so full, so loved, so completely claimed that it made his heart race almost as fast as his body.

“V… Tae… I’m—” he gasped out, his voice breaking.

“We know,” V said, his movements becoming faster, deeper, more urgent. “Let go. We’ve got you. Come for us, baby.”

With a final, deep thrust, the tension snapped. Jungkook cried out, his body arching off the bed, his hands scrambling for something to hold onto as pleasure washed over him in strong, overwhelming waves. V followed soon after, his movements growing uneven before he stilled completely, while Taehyung held him through it all, pressing soft, soothing kisses to his sweat-slicked skin until the trembling slowly subsided.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy, ragged breathing. V carefully pulled away, lying down beside Jungkook, while Taehyung stayed curled around his back, neither of them letting go for even a second.

Jungkook felt boneless, warm, and completely satisfied, his eyes fluttering shut as he rested between them, his chest rising and falling slowly. V brushed a damp strand of hair away from his forehead, his touch now gentle and soft, a stark contrast to the intensity from moments before.

“Tired?” V asked quietly, a faint, fond smile on his face.

Jungkook let out a breathless laugh, turning his head slightly to look at him, his voice still rough but back to its usual playful tone. “A little. But don’t think I’m done with you two yet.”

Taehyung chuckled against his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. “We wouldn’t expect you to be. We have all night, remember? And tomorrow… we’ll have to pretend to be just friends again. But for now… you’re ours. Completely.”

V leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Jungkook’s lips, slow and sweet this time. “Rest a little. Then we’ll go again. Just like you like it.”

Wrapped in the warmth of both twins, surrounded by the quiet certainty that he belonged exactly where he was, Jungkook smiled, letting his eyes close as he settled in. It was their secret, their world — and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

End of Chapter 2

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