That damn piece of paper was haunting you, even from its place deep in the drawer where Taehyung had stuffed it when he’d opened it and showed you. Its words telling you what you’d both anticipated but had wanted to prove wrong. 

Taehyung.

Infertile. 

Dashing those hopes of your beautiful babies with curls, big beautiful eyes and sculpted noses. 

He’d taken it hard, like it was an abject failure of his own manhood – the one thing he should be able to do beyond anything else, give you the child you so desperately yearned for, he couldn’t. 

There was a week of tension, trying not to bring it up, despite desperately wanting to discuss other options. Then came his acceptance of his emotions, late at night, curled up beside you in bed, spooning you. It started with a light sniffle, then you could feel his tears drip onto the skin of your shoulders, and then his whole-body sobs as he held you, and told you he was sorry. 

You’d turned in his arms, wrapped your arms around his neck and held him, whispering softly that it was okay, that it didn’t matter, that you had options. You could still have a family, just perhaps not in the traditional sense. 

Then came the weeks of appointments. You’d met with an adoption agency first. They’d talked you through the application process, what they expected of you, and talked about the type of family you want, but Taehyung had been adamantly against it for your first child. He wanted something borne of your blood, of your flesh, even if it wasn’t his that joined it. 

Then there were the medical appointments talk of special drugs Taehyung could take, or the possibility of IVF, even a sperm donor. It had started to look like these could be an option until the cost was placed in front of you. There was no way either of you could afford it, not even together, not even if you sold the house for something smaller. You’d reached the end of the line with no answers and the thought that you’d have to resign yourself to being childless. 

it shouldn’t be so bad? You could take all the love you’d wrapped up for a baby and put it somewhere else. You could love your niece (Jungkook’s daughter) Juleeq harder, and give some of it to the children you worked with each day at the school as a teacher– you didn’t need to be a mother to feel complete. The longer you sat with it though, the more you felt something missing. The end of the line was frustrating and lonely. That was until Taehyung came up with an alternative. 

It’s late on a Thursday evening. You’ve just cleaned up from dinner and you’re lounging on the couch with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, your head resting on one of his shoulders. 

“Can I ask you something?” He muses above, settling his lips on the crown of your head. 

“Always.” You squeeze the hand you’re resting on his thigh. 

“What if we ask Jungkook?” 

“To fix the back steps?” You ask, referencing the stairs that had needed some repairing help, “Can’t you just do it yourself?” 

“No sugar,” He clears his throat, “You know what, forget I said anything.” 

“Taehyung,” You grumble, pushing yourself off his shoulder, you rest an arm across the back of the couch where he’s sitting, “You can’t just say that and not elaborate.” 

He’s nervous. 

“I’m worried I’m gonna scare you, sugar.” 

You run a hand through his head of curls, “Taehyung, I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise to just hear me out before freaking out, okay?” 

You stick your pinky up, motioning for him to join his own with yours, “Pinky swear, Kim Taehyung.” 

 “What if we ask Jungkook, you know….” He trails off, mouth opening and closing like a fish as he searches for the words he needs, “Fuck, I don’t even know how to say it.” 

“Just take a deep breath and say it all at once.” 

He takes a deep breath in like you instructed, blowing it out through his mouth, “What if we ask Jungkook to help with getting you pregnant?” 

It takes a minute for what he’s said to properly sink it. Your first train of thought, stupidly, is that Jungkook is not a doctor, so there’s no possible way he’s qualified to help with this. 

Then it washes over you all at once. Heat prickling at your cheeks, breath hitching in your throat, you think you might be sick. 

“You want me to sleep with your brother?” You ask, tone coming out far more accusatory than intended, you soften your expression and squeeze his shoulder when you notice how hurt he looks. 

“Well, it certainly isn't my first option or the second and third for that matter,” He sighs, “Look, it was stupid, forget I asked.” 

He moves to get up from the couch, but you’re dragging him back down, fingers gripped around his wrist, “It’s not stupid Taehyung, but you gotta help me understand how this is an option.” 

He’s looking at you now, big brown eyes with a hint of sadness staring into your own. He cups your cheek in one of his palms, “I know how bad you want this sugar, how much you want a family,” He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “And I’m sorry I can’t give that to you, sorry we can’t afford the fancy drugs that would make this easier,” He sighs deeply, “The only option we have is to do something like this, and if I’m gonna let another man touch you, I want it to be someone I trust, and he’s the only person I would ever trust with this,” He rubs a hand over his face, “Least I know is that the baby might have a chance of looking something like me too, instead of goddamn Alex from Russia or whoever they’d use.” 

You feel your gut twist when he speaks. This absolutely batshit crazy idea is actually coming from an incredible place of care.

He knows you want a child; lord knows you were trying your hardest together to make it happen before that damn piece of paper had to go and ruin it all. 

“You wouldn’t find it weird, knowing I’d have sex with your brother?” 

“Well, it doesn’t mean anything. Does it, baby?” 

“No, I suppose it doesn’t,” You shrug, it was just a means to an end, “You think he’ll agree?” 

“I don’t know baby,” He answers honestly, wrapping you back into his arms, “I’ll take him out this weekend, ask him and see what he thinks.” 

There’s still something here that doesn’t sit right with you. Sure, it makes sense, and of all the people who you could choose for yourself you’d probably have settled on Jungkook too. Determined and sensible Jungkook, Strong and Humorous Jungkook. He’d always been kind, had welcomed you into the family with open arms, and praised you multiple times for finally keeping his brother on the line. 

He was a good man, loved his little daughter with all his heart, and would never hurt a hair on your head, but you were still uncomfortable. 

“If he does agree,” You shift nervously on the couch, “I want you to be there.” 

“You don’t trust him?” 

“No, of course I trust him Taehyung,” You sigh, “I’d just feel more comfortable if you were there.” 

“Anything for you, sugar.” 

I’s early on Sunday morning when Taehyung comes home and directly rolls into your bed, 3 a.m. to be exact, smelling of whiskey, to tell you he’s finally asked Jungkook to help you. He slinks onto the bed and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing over your neck and down your shoulder to wake you. When you finally grumble and admit you’re very much awake now, with his hand gripping your hip, he’s speaking in a hushed whisper. 

“He said yes.” 

“He took much convincing?” You ask, shuffling around in his arms so you’re facing him, his face gripped in your palms. 

“He was uncertain, thought I’d lost my mind for a good few minutes,” Taehyung leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips, “Told him it was my idea and you’d thought the same, but he came around, he knows how much we both want this.” 

A part of you had thought Jungkook would say no, that there was no way that sensible Jungkook would ever consider sleeping with his brother’s girlfriend in order to knock her up, but he’d proved himself a man of many surprises before. 

As Taehyung presses kisses to your lips and settles you both to sleep, there’s the bubbling of nerves in your belly, of doubt. Are you really doing the right thing? Is this going to make the dynamic between the three of you awkward as hell? 

Sure, you’re all grown adults and this is just a means to an end, but there’s still the unknown of what comes after.  

Taehyung goes out that morning and brings back a bag, filled with ovulation tests and, perhaps a little prematurely, pregnancy tests. You do one of the ovulation tests that morning and as expected, the screen shows a sad face, gratefully showing you that you still have time to prepare for what you’re going to do. Three days later when you do the test again, there’s a grinning happy face, almost taunting you that it’s time to face the music. You show the test to Taehyung, who places a palm on the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his lips. He murmurs that he’ll tell Jungkook, and that’s how not even twenty-four hours later, it really is time to bite the bullet. 

It’s late at night, Jungkook having insisted that he needed to make sure Juleeq was settled and asleep before he came over. You’re sitting at the foot of the bed, legs dangling aimlessly whilst you wait. You really had no idea how this was going to play out, so you’d dressed in a simple cotton nightdress, silk robe tied around your middle for extra coverage. There was an empty whiskey bottle on the nightstand. You had three, maybe four? Enough to take the edge off, but not too much that you weren’t aware of what was happening. 

You hear the doorbell chime and then Taehyung’s heavy footsteps downstairs as he opens the door. You can hear his voice and Jungkook’s mingling together, but you can’t decipher what either is saying. You probably don’t want to either. What could two brothers’ possibly have to say to each other when one is getting ready to sleep with the other's girlfriend? 

You listen to them talk for a bit before you can hear two sets of feet ascending the stairs. You stand from the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself for another layer of comfort when there’s a knock at the door. 

“Come in.” You call, bouncing nervously from foot to foot. 

The door swings open and Jungkook stands there, dressed in his usual attire, loose pants and a black t-shirt, boots obviously discarded downstairs, Taehyung knew you hated people tracking dirt into the house. 

Jungkook takes a moment to take the sight of you in and you think you must look ridiculous, silk robe making its way to bare legs – it had seemed like such a good idea at the time, he could just push the material up, do what he needed to do and be gone, but now you wonder if it looks like you’re trying to seduce him. 

“Hey sweetheart,” Jungkook’s voice is soft and when you look into his eyes, they are too, and it does put you at some ease, “Come here.” He’s motioning for you to step closer, opening his arms so he can pull you into a hug. 

You’ve hugged Jungkook hundreds of times before this, in much the same way. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders, the other squeezing into the middle of your back. It’s usually friendly, meaningless really, but when you take in the press of his broad frame, you can’t help but realise you’re going to know him far more intimately than you’d ever imagined by the end of this night. 

He releases you and you’re semi-aware that Taehyung has slunk into the room behind his brother, he’s leaning against the wall as he watches Jungkook take hold of your hand, guiding you back to sit on the bed where you had been before. God, he’s not wasting his time, he wants this to be over just as much as I do. You look up at his broad frame towering over you, if this was anyone else, you’d be intimidated, but he’s still got that soft look in his brown eyes.

He shocks you next, cupping your jaw in his hand and running his calloused thumb over your bottom lip. 

He turns his head to Taehyung, “You wanna tell me what she likes?” 

Oh. Oh. You’d expected something much more clinical than this. You’d never imagined he’d work to make sure you enjoyed it. You also turn your head in Taehyung’s direction. He’s still leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other with his arms crossed. 

“She likes getting her pussy eaten, don’t you baby?” 

Jungkook is gently coaxing your face back to look at him, staring directly into your eyes, “That right, darling?” You look up at him as you nod, mouth open a little in shock, “Wanna make sure you enjoy this,” He’s saying, “Gonna take real good care of you.” 

Then, he’s dropping to his knees at the front of the bed, shifting so your legs are draped over his wide shoulders. Whilst Jungkook is focused on kissing trails from your knee, slowly up the expanse of your thigh, you look to Taehyung, who has moved from the wall to sit in the small chair in the corner of the room that you would usually use to read in. He gives you a nod and a small smile, silently telling you to enjoy yourself. 

You turn your attention back to Jungkook between your legs, who has slowly hitched up the cloth of your nightdress to pool at your hips, exposing your pussy to him. 

You can feel his hot breath skittering across your skin and there’s an anticipation building that you hadn’t expected. You’re moving your hips, almost subconsciously, to chase the relief you know his mouth was about to bring. Jungkook has his big palms on your hips then, holding you steady before he’s licking up the length of your pussy, tongue dipping ever so gently between your folds to find your clit. You let out a shaky breath that you hadn’t noticed you were even holding in, and then Jungkook is moving again, tongue dipping into the entrance of your pussy, licking all the way up again before he laser-focused on your clit. 

Your hands instinctively rake through his hair, gripping the strands between your fingers to keep him in place as he uses the tip of his tongue to run tight, wet circles to your bundle of nerves. You’re propping yourself up with a hand on the mattress behind you whilst the other keeps its place locking in Jungkook’s hair. Then, you’re actually grinding your pussy into his mouth, desperate for more but scared to ask for it. 

“It’s okay baby,” You hear Taehyung speak from his place on the chair, “We want you to feel good, don’t be shy about asking.” 

You look down between your thighs and see Jungkook looking up at you, mouth still latched to your aching pussy, “Jungkook,” You groan, “Fingers, please.” 

“So polite, darling.” He murmurs against your skin before he’s doing as you asked. 

He’s still showering your clit with attention, the sounds of his literal slurping doing nothing to stop the flush of arousal you’re feeling right now, as he pushes two of his thick fingers inside your slick cunt. You don’t know what you’d expected of Jungkook in this kind of scenario, perpetually single Jungkook, who never really seemed interested in anyone. You knew now, as he was curling those fingers inside of you, pressing into the spot that had you crying out and gripping his hair tighter than ever, that it wasn’t because of his abilities that he was single. 

“Fuck, holy shit Jungkook, I think….” 

“You gonna come for him, baby?” You hear Taehyung ask from the corner of the room. 

“I think–” You let out a sharp cry, “Don’t stop!” 

And he doesn’t. He keeps thrusting his fingers into your pussy, tongue still running those tight circles over your bud, but now he latches his lips around it and sucks, actually sucks at your clit. You’re lost. Your elbow buckles and you collapse on your back onto the bed, crying out a string of expletives as Jungkook works you through your high. Pleasure has burst across your skin, finding every single possible nerve ending and setting you on fire, your thighs are gripping his face as you ride out the last of the shuddering aftershocks on his fingers, pussy walls fluttering around them as you try and catch your breath. 

You can feel Jungkook recoiling from between your thighs. You can hear the sound of him undoing his belt and then it clattering to the floor. You use your weak arms to push yourself up the length of the bed, head settling in the pile of pillows at the top. You turn your face to Taehyung and gasp, hunger igniting in your belly at what you see. Somewhere in the middle of Jungkook shattering your world between your thighs, Taehyung has shucked his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his dick. He’s using his fist to work himself in slow strokes at the sight of you. 

You can feel Jungkook’s body clambering onto the mattress with you, settling between your thighs with his wide hips spreading your legs an obscene amount to accommodate him. He’s taking hold of your jaw in his hand, dragging your attention back to his face, “You’re fucking me tonight, pretty girl.” He growls, “Eyes on me.” 

It isn’t a torturous job by any means. Jungkook’s skin held the early sign of wrinkles at his eyes, stubble visible, you can’t deny that he’s handsome. Especially when he’s looking at you with eyes that are begging to devour you. 

He sits back on his knees, taking hold of the belt that is keeping your robe shut across your body to undo the loose knot you’d tied in it. He’s dragging you up by a wrist just far enough to shuck the material from your shoulders, laying you back down to play with the straps of your nightdress. 

“Can I undress you properly, darling?” He asks. 

You gulp. Finally, noticing that he’s stripped to just his boxers, the outline of his incredibly hard dick visible when you let your eyes drag down that far. 

“Go on baby,” Taehyung encourages from across the room, “Let him see how beautiful you are.” 

Your eyes are back to holding court with Jungkook’s own and you nod. He’s pulling you up by the wrist again, sitting you up so he can drag that final bit of material off your body. You lie back down and watch as his eyes drag over every single inch of your skin. 

“Pretty as a fuckin’ picture.” 

He’s got those wide palms dragging down the curves of your sides, holding you in place to just watch you for a second before he’s hooking his thumbs into his underwear and dragging them down his thighs, freeing his cock. He’s fisting himself a few times before he hooks your knees over his arms and slides himself into your waiting cunt. 

It’s all you can do to let out a high-pitched moan at the intrusion, but fuck he feels good. You look up at his face, his eyes closed and breathing deeply as he stills inside you once he’d buried in you to the hilt. 

“So fucking tight, darling,” He groans as he pulls himself almost all the way out before starting the long, torturous thrust back inside you, “So fucking perfect, ain’t ya?” 

“Fuck Jungkook,” You throw your head back into the pillow, “Feel so good inside me.” 

He’s picking up the pace now, thrusting into you in earnest now. The angle he’s got you folded into means his dick is brushing that fucking spot inside you that is driving you crazy, raising goosebumps and setting you on fire, drawing high-pitched whines from your throat whenever he finds it. 

“Touch yourself, baby,” You hear Taehyung’s throaty request, you don’t dare look at him for fear of the sight of him finishing you off, “Jungkook’s gonna want you to come on his dick, so show him what a good girl you can be.” 

Jungkook is already circling your wrist with his hand, dragging your fingers to your pussy as he watches where his dick disappears inside you. Your own movements are sloppy but the slick that Jungkook’s mouth has dragged from you make the movement of circles on your own engorged and sensitive clit easy. It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit you, clenching your pussy around Jungkook’s hard dick which hasn’t let up for a single second since he started pounding into you. 

“She’s so fuckin’ pretty, Taehyung,” Jungkook’s voice is low and husky above you, almost desperately so, “So fuckin’ pretty when she comes like that.” 

“Don’t I know it, brother?” You hear your boyfriend's strangled reply. 

Jungkook is all of a sudden flipping you on the bed, your legs straddling his hips, palms planted on his chest to steady yourself on top of him. 

“Take what you want darling,” He’s groaning, “Ride my dick and knock yourself up.” 

You do just that, grinding your hips backwards and forwards on his cock with your fingers digging half-moon shapes into the meat of his chest as you lean forward, bouncing on his dick in earnest. 

His palms are gripping the globes of your ass, knees coming up to rest on your bare skin as he starts fucking up into you, meeting your thrusts halfway. The sounds of your skin slapping together are obscene but oh-so-delicious. 

“You like when my brother fucks you like that?” Taehyung’s deep voice draws your attention to him, he’s still got his dick in his hand but he’s thrusting up into it and you can tell just by the look on his face that he’s close. 

You look him dead in the eyes, breathy moan falling from your lips when you say, “I fucking love it, Taeh.” 

It all happens at once. Taehyung is moaning and you can see him start to spill across his hand. Then Jungkook is gripping your hips, stilling your movements as you feel him start to come inside you, filling you up with his cum, your name falling from his mouth with a tangle of expletives built in for good measure. 

“Fucking take it, pretty girl.” Jungkook is growling from beneath you, pushing his dick impossibly deep inside you like he’s begging your pussy to soak it all up, to get it to take. 

The room is silent save for the sounds of the three of you trying to catch your breath. You collapse, somewhat unceremoniously off Jungkook’s body and onto the mattress, placing an arm over your eyes to try and calm yourself down. Why the fuck was that so hot? Is all you can think. You’re only semi-aware of him shifting and gathering his things, only semi-aware of Taehyung cleaning his hand off on his jeans to re-dress himself. You’re almost asleep when you feel the press of a kiss on your cheek, opening your eyes to find it was in fact Jungkook who did it, thumb running soothing circles across the skin of your hip. 

“Thank you.” You say meekly, reaching up to cup his face in your palm. 

“My pleasure, darling,” He smiles down at you, “I hope it helps.” 

Then he’s gone, following Taehyung out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. You can, once again hear their muted voices, but this time, instead of setting you on edge, it lulls you to sleep. 

By the time Taehyung comes back, climbs into bed and spoons you from behind, you’re almost asleep. 

“Did so good for me baby,” He murmurs into your ear, “So proud of you.”

Through the haze of sleep taking over you, you manage to mumble out, “Hope it works.” 

He chuckles, his body shaking your own where he has you wrapped in his embrace, “Me too baby, me too.” 

Within minutes you’re asleep. So asleep that you don’t feel his hand resting above your womb, silently praying that sooner, rather than later, he’s going to start feeling you swell there. Silently thanking the good lord for giving him such an understanding brother and a girl willing to do anything for him.

writer's note: Do you think this plan of theirs will work out? Will Taehyung's plan backfire on him? Will Jungkook and Y/n successfully conceive? or will they have to try again? if again then how many times? will Taehyung keep his cool and let his brother fuck his girlfriend? or will he join them for a threesome?