#yoonji x reader

She was afraid of that. Afraid that was the answer. Her eyes followed as the line of her throat was revealed. She loved a ponytail. Loved it more when she saw the red-and-purple constellation of hickeys on smooth skin. A part of her wondered what it was like to be able to illicit that type of reaction from someone else. Envious of it, almost. The woman she loved had the kind of hold over Jeon Jungkook that others could only dream of.

Min Yoonji loved him, too.

Loved him like the moon loved the sun.

Slender hands decorated with a glittering red manicure curved around the inside of Yoonji’s thighs, pulling them apart. Heated breath sank as those piercing dark eyes rose, watching her reaction. Pink tongue sliding out between full lips baring a daring smile, and then the tension at her shoulders melted when that tongue pressed against her slick heat and painted upwards, sending a rush of forbidden pleasure stinging through her nerves.

Wicked and wanton, the other woman went down on her.

Yes, Yoonji loved Jungkook like how the moon loved the sun, and their girlfriend was the vast sky they vowed to stay trapped in.

Couldn’t breathe. Her hands found the edges of the pillows stacked behind her and her fingers twisted into them, desperately holding on to something as her lower half throbbed from the stimulations. Yoonji found she couldn’t stop staring at her. The lines of her body, feminine and serpentine. The perfect shape of her ass. Fuck. The way her eyes were closed, relaxed, her hair pulled back away from her face, and that face buried in between her legs. Those almond-shaped red nails spread over her thighs. Fingertips softly caressing her skin, contrasting the power of the persistent tongue sliding between her folds, dragging up, snaking inside her pussy, coiling back and rubbing against her pulsing clit. Hot breath overtaking everything. She could still see the shadows of love bites on her shoulders, the artwork of Jeon Jungkook.

She was so beautiful that Yoonji didn’t know what to do with herself.

It was wrong of her to enjoy it, but she did. Not the tongue, oh, no, she was ready and willing to relish in the blossoming bliss, ready to die at the talent of those lips slick with her juices pressing against her clit, doing only what gods knew down there. Yoonji no longer had the capacity to discern or comprehend between individual actions. The sucking combined with the flickering tongue was almost enough to send her over the edge. No, what was wrong of Yoonji to enjoy was not the act but what she knew must have transpired recently. She liked it. It was wrong to like it, but she did.

Yoonji liked knowing her girlfriend fucked their boyfriend and then came to please her.

She liked to know the same woman between her legs drove Jungkook insane less than a night before and then came to draw patterns over her nerves and burn ecstasy into her memory. There was wrongness in it and she felt guiltless about that, almost giddily so. The evidence of passion only made the image below more sensual. Only made the lust taste sweeter, more vibrant, more intense. A therapist would have a field day with all that, probably. Yoonji didn’t give a fuck.

Those predatory eyes opened.

Slivers of seduction.

Yoonji always thought the other woman was the most captivating presence she ever encountered. Maybe not willingly, but she did think that. Deep down. Two red-tipped fingers spread her upper lips apart with ease. Yoonji felt her breath catch in her throat. Her very blood seemed to be tingling. That minx tucked the tip of her tongue behind her lower teeth and lowered, pressing against her swollen clit, tipping her head back to stroke it with the center of that pink, wet muscle. Never breaking eye contact.

The electric sensation was amplified to impossible proportions by the directness of that stare.

Her lips closed in.

And Yoonji realized that she had only begun to feel real pleasure.

She had worried that she hadn’t known how to act. How to look. How to please. She still didn’t know, and now she couldn’t think either, dying the little death in the wake of a steady pace and a vacuum of euphoria. She could feel a hand slide up and down her thigh, but it was only another element into the web of strained tension building within. Yoonji gasped, clutching the pillows, trying to make sense of how to behave, but her back was arching, threatening, and then she felt a palm press down on her lower belly, long fingers fanning out and pinning her down.

Her breath was erratic, shallow, and Yoonji realized she was staring at the ceiling.

Her eyes shifted down.

The silver glitter of that red polish gleamed.

The other women’s eyes were closed. One hand on her thigh, the other on her stomach. The pace remained steady, sucking and licking, never leaving, building intensity in layers and pressure, closer, mind fuzzy, heat rising, pussy throbbing, muscles going rigid, there.

No time to gasp as Yoonji plunged into freefall.

Her orgasm seized her and twisted her insides, shooting scalding pleasure throughout her veins. She felt her legs threaten to close and they were forced open, the flat of that devious tongue surrounding her pulsing clit, and Yoonji shuddered, the harsh sensations expanding like hot air and then it collapsed, swallowing her inside the haze of desire, blinding, gasping, breaking the tension across her muscles into flinching, shivering limpness.

Suspended.

Soft lips to her quivering nerves.

Now Yoonji understood.

Men ate out women for the taste. To satisfy themselves. To satisfy their lovers. Women, too. Everyone in between. At best, for the connection. She panted, feeling her ribcage trembling from the aching bliss. Looked down. To lashes lifting. To dangerous dark orbs fresh off the high. To shining, plush lips with her taste clinging to flushed skin. The other woman cocked an eyebrow and dipped down, licking her trembling opening. Sliding her tongue inside, drinking the nectar, and Yoonji understood. She did it for the orgasm. For the pure experience of giving a mind-blowing high that no one else could match.

And she was fucking good at it.

At least the universe was still merciful in some ways, heh.

“What’s the matter?” Yoonji could feel each whisper on her slick skin. The little devil seemed smug, almost lazy with her licking. It made shivers dance up and down Yoonji’s spine. “Cat got your tongue?”

Her chest flushed.

A little late to be embarrassed about her own nakedness, but such was the delights of the human mind and post-cut clarity.

“Where…” Yoonji breathed in deeply to gain her bearings. “Where did you learn that?”

The other woman perched between her limp legs with too much poise and not enough shame. Probably didn’t even know the meaning of the word, Yoonji figured. “Here and there.”

She couldn’t help the frown. “So, you’re lying now. That’s not like you.”

An unassuming head tilt that could mean anything. “I’m not lying. I just don’t care to provide you with a hit list of pussy for you to pass your judgements about.” That stung. But she seemed unfazed by Yoonji’s instructive shrinking back, rising up to fill the space instead. Licking her lips. Ugh, her girlfriend looked so good naked that it was hard to stay focused. She tried not to let her eyes wander to those delectable breasts in the middle of their conversation. The sweet scent of sex mixed with their perfume. “Their names mean nothing to me.”

“That’s cold.”

“It’s true.” A flicker in those intense eyes. “Sorry to disappoint. They all got the worse versions of me, anyway.”

That attitude shouldn’t settle Yoonji, but it did. Perhaps that meant she was toxic. At the very least it meant she wasn’t deluding herself into thinking she was better than she was. Accepting her sexuality at a deeper level did mean she was becoming more selfish. Maybe she was childish, possessive lover deep down. She was done hiding her want in the wake of her desire, at least.

“Kiss me.”

A slow smirk touched those glossy lips tainted with her orgasm. “You’re cute when you’re bossy.”

Her hands raised to cup the other woman’s cheeks, drawing her closer as she descended, lips colliding, her own taste on her tongue and, yes, she was. Yes, she wanted. Yes, she knew that all her buttons were being pressed and yet she ran her hands over that soft skin, imprisoned by the fervor of their kiss. The world could tell her it was wrong, her upbringing could tell her it was wrong, her internalized self-hate could tell her at was wrong, but all that meant nothing when Yoonji felt those lips, that tongue, her touch commanding to leave the past behind for the present.

Right and wrong were the two sides of the same coin, after all.

Hungrily, Yoonji kissed down her neck, embellishing that smooth skin with her own marks beside Jungkook’s, addicted to the breathy sounds she could produce, to the way those agile hands cradled her head, to the way those elegant fingers curled into her hair, gasping, pressing her tongue against the soft curve above that beating heart. She could love a man. She did. But that was a known journey. Yoonji knew how to navigate that, at least generally. But this, oh, this was wandering without a map, tasked with the unknowing of what to do or how to do it, and yet the craving was so strong, so undeniable, so powerful that Yoonji refused to stop it, hovering her palm over the curve.

A hand enveloped hers and pressed it to another’s breast.

She was afraid.

But there was no time to be afraid.

Their hands moved together, across skin, from body to body, tracing lines and drawing invisible patterns, sharing the barely-there air. From warm to blazing hot. Lips to lips again, and their fingers interlocked across their chests while their dominant hands hovered below.

“I don’t know… How to…”

Those piercing dark eyes swallowed her up.

“You don’t need to.”

She followed. Mirrored. Cupping the drenched heat with her palm and containing it, breathing in the exhale given, their lips brushing against each other. Foreheads together. Yoonji was afraid and so she closed her eyes. It didn’t matter. She felt the hand move upwards, bringing two fingers together, sliding up and down. Ghosting her clit. She did the same, biting her lip, amazed by the softness. The wetness. The heavy scent musky sweet, blending with her own. She slid a finger inside, just wanting to feel it be closed in on, burrowing in the tight, slippery warmth, shivering at the wonderfulness of it.

“I can’t be doing that, lovergirl,” her lover playfully warned, skimming the tips of her almond manicure over Yoonji’s pussy lips. It made her skin sing with delight.

She gasped, thrusting in lightly, melting. “I… I know…” She couldn’t open her eyes. Could barely speak above a whisper. “I just… I just wanted to touch you…” So warm. So soft. So powerful.

“Well, then.” Plush lips brushed against the side of her open mouth. “Don’t stop.”

Yoonji felt a fingertip press to her clit and she jolted. Tipped her hips to the touch, searching for more pressure.

“Want a toy?”

“No, just you,” Yoonji murmured. “Just you.”

She moaned as she felt that tongue against her cheek, licking gently as the pressure deepened into slow, rhythmic strokes. Dancing kisses. She pulled her finger out to match the action, her heart skipping a beat as the other woman hummed in satisfaction, caressing Yoonji’s hair at the same time. Faster, rougher, using another finger to anchor the first and moving her entire arm rather than only her wrist. There was science to that, Yoonji was sure, but she was in too deep to deduce anything, her eyelids fluttering as the concentrated motion built the anticipation. She felt the grip on her head tighten. Lips pressing to her temple, breathing out her name, intoxicated, and Yoonji felt her lips form her name more than she heard her own voice, the pulse of roaring blood too loud, losing herself to madness.

“Don’t stop.”

She obeyed, keeping pace, her forearm burning, her mind muddled, but she fixated on the husky command, don’t stop, her own orgasm threatening, coiled, ready to strike, and Yoonji fought against the high, rubbing that concentrated bundle of nerves with every measure of control she could muster, breathless, turning her head or was forced to by another.

Yoonji opened her eyes, just barely.

Her girlfriend panted; pupils dilated with desire.

Their lips connected and they moaned into each other’s mouths, spilling over the exhilarating edge at the same time. It was not like the previous climax, but more like a satisfying descent into flinching, seeping pleasure, spreading over their bodies and crumpling into each other, into a deep kiss with palms cupping pulsating heat, containing the blissful beat from one beating heart to another. Her orgasm smelled wonderful.

She hoped Jungkook could smell her on her later, but that was asking too much.

A hand with glittering red nails raised, waving Yoonji’s juices in her face.

She raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, licking her traces off the other woman’s hand, sliding her tongue in between those talented fingers before lifting her own to lick off. Fuck, she tasted as good as she smelled. The two fingers she used went straight into her mouth. Sucking on them. Her girlfriend raised an eyebrow back. Yoonji did not share. She shot her a pointed stare and dared interference.

“Who made you glow like that?” her vixen teased.

“Your tongue,” Yoonji countered, ticking her head.

A smirk. “And my hands.”

And everything else.

“You don’t think about anyone else?” Yoonji wondered out loud, staring into those piercing dark eyes.

An unamused smirk. “That would be rude of me, wouldn’t it?” She chuckled. “Besides, I don’t see a reason to think about other people. Life took me out of theirs for better.”

That was how Yoonji viewed her own previous relationships too, but she couldn’t be sure it applied to everyone. A flutter in her chest. “Better?”

She felt a finger trace her cheek.

Her girlfriend smiled.

“Mhm. Better.”

It took everything in her for Yoonji to not explode from happiness. That would be very uncool of her. “O-Oh.” Excellent. Great cover-up, she thought to herself sarcastically.

“I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

“I’m not.” That was a lie. But some lies Yoonji preferred. “I was just curious.”

“Hm.” Her girlfriend mused, leaning over her. “Curious little kitty, aren’t you?”

“I don’t like pet names.”

“It’s an observation.” A red nail traced down her cleavage. Yoonji shivered, involuntarily. “Sorry about that in the middle, then. I won’t call you that again.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Lovergirl.”

She felt her cheeks heat. “That… That one’s fine.” She hadn’t even realized it. “That’s not a pet name, anyway,” Yoonji mumbled under her breath. “You made it up.”

Those dark eyes glittered. “Pet names are all made up.”

“Yeah, but that one’s mine,” Yoonji snapped.

She felt a finger on her chin and reluctantly let herself to be led, falling into another kiss. Felt a little better after that. Didn’t say it though. She felt fingers run through her hair. That one’s mine. A half-truth. She knew she shared it with their Loverboy, and that made it all the more imperative to keep.

“I don’t say it out of malice,” that silken voice murmured. “We don’t have to preserve what doesn’t serve us.”

“Don’t backtrack,” Yoonji maintained stubbornly, pressing against the other woman’s curves. “We are past games.”

Gentle lips pressed against her temple. “Yes, we are.”

They pulled the duvet up over their naked bodies. Legs entangled. Yoonji missed Jungkook but she couldn’t deny the loveliness of her embrace. A feline possessiveness. They curled around each other, Yoonji nestled in her shadow. She used to think she would have to get used to sharing a bed with another. Then again, everything she used to think was thrown out the window once she encountered Jungkook’s lady friend, somehow getting swept up into shining as her true self, against her better judgement.

Somehow.

Definitely not because she couldn’t stop herself in the presence of temptation.

“Can I have one of the pillows?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.”

A light kiss on her cheekbone. “Not good for your neck either. You should be more mindful of your health, lovergirl.”

“Shut up.”

--

Jimin snorts, eyes flickering down to your skirt that barely covers your ass. 

Your mouth falls open into a gasp as Yoonji grabs the meat of your thigh, teasing in the way she knows has arousal slicking up your panties. You always had been easy to rile up. 

“You’re late” she murmurs, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as her breath tickles your cheek. 

“The shop was quite busy today,” you tell her as she kicks the door to her office closed, tattoo equipment already set up for you. 

“You should really tell your boss you can’t do overtime” 

You frown, “But she says I’m the best at bouquets” 

“I’m sure you are the best, my love. Now take a seat, I canceled my next appointment so we can spend the afternoon together” 

“You didn’t have to do that” you giggle, sweater shucked off on the floor somewhere that she picks up, folding it over the back of her chair as you settle down. 

“I don’t wanna hear any of that” 

“Yes ma’am” you mock salute. 

Her eyebrows furrow, silent offer to be a brat, though by now she knows you’re aware of the consequences. 

Her chair kicks backwards as she leans down for a kiss. Purposeful as her lips mold with yours, barely enough room for either of your to breathe until she’s pulling back, and your pink blush is hiding the red that coats your cheeks rosy. 

You’d always found something so utterly mesmerizing about Yoonji, her beauty that of a black dahlia, though you think she was more of a pink rose; gentle. 

Someone you aspired to be, so confident in her own skin, she knew exactly what she wanted, and made sure she got it. 

Sometimes it felt like you couldn’t word exactly how you felt about her, ‘love’ perhaps an umbrella term for all the little things you adored about her mere existence. No amount of flowers with lovely meanings, or poems about undying love that you write in little notes for customers (that had definitely been stolen from the internet), is never truly enough. 

Your friends had drilled the idea in their heads that Yoonji was reserved, and didn’t know how to show her love the right way, ‘cold’ even. A word you had never, and will never use to describe her. 

Because it seemed like she knew how to show her love for you, better than you did for her. 

The world had always had a split view on the term ‘opposites attract’, that you’re good for each other until you’re in a relationship, and then it all goes to shit because you’re two very different people. 

Yoonji never minded how you blasted your music over her speakers, the music she would overwise despise if it weren’t you. Just like how you never liked the hard-hitting rap she absolutely loved, though hummed along as she cleaned the house. 

She never minded how your clothes had split up the blacks of her hoodies and jeans in the closet, or the cute little bedspread you insisted on having because you didn’t like her grey one.

Or how the counter in the bathroom had been permanently doused in glittery eyeshadow. Where shampoo smelt of warm summer mornings and strawberries, instead of muted and never-really-there comfort. Your existence now a permanent fixture in her, no, your home.

It felt as though Yoonji worshipped your very existence, held you in her hands, delicate like you were a daisy, or a gentle buttercup. 

Your person that you couldn’t imagine a future without.

Her art is forever inked into your skin, art that no one else in the world will ever have because maybe tattoos were one of her love languages. Something in your heart squeezing, emotions mushy, that make you want to gush like you were in high school again when you catch a glimpse of her work etched into your skin in the mirror. The work she had spent hours designing specifically for you. 

Yoonji didn’t mind initiating physical contact, something you’d always shied away from, something she’d taught you was okay to want, that yearning wasn’t bad. That touch is just many of the languages of love that the both of you shared.

She liked to cook or take you on picnics in the summer, watching you twirl in dresses made of satin, or smudge your lipstick with a kiss before she helps you reapply it. Only to kiss you again. 

She calls you pretty and loved your body in ways that showed you self-love wasn’t selfish. Because if she could love you, then it shouldn’t be impossible to love yourself.

Yoonji kissed you under the stars and liked how the moon made you shine like a delicate fairy, always so beautiful in her eyes. She held your hand while you ordered food, and visits you during her lunch breaks with coffee and cakes or little sandwiches cut into triangles. 

Every little brush of her fingers over your bare skin had been etched into your mind, hours spent apart missing her even though you knew you’d be going home to your apartment, greeted with a kiss that always has you melting into her chest. 

Over the years your love language had morphed into your job just like hers, and Yoonji found it endearing how you’d come home with flowers for her, test runs for the shop's new theme though you seem to always keep her in mind as you hone your craft. 

And as much as you worried that you were never enough, always so consumed by thoughts she knew were pointless, Yoonji loved you nonetheless. 

“I don’t think anyone could be as lovely as you,” she tells you one evening, your head resting on her thighs, careful as she brushes your hair after you’ve both taken a shower together. 

You blink up at her, tongue wetting your bottom lip, “You’re a lot lovelier than I am” 

“Not true” she laughs, thumb rubbing over your jaw, “Besides, you’re the only one that sees me like this” 

“Is it selfish that I like it that way?” 

She hums, tucking her hair behind her ear, sharp eyes never straying away from yours. “It’s okay to be selfish, you know” 

“When it comes to you, I don’t mind” you smile, rolling onto your stomach. 

You blink up at her through your lashes. 

Her lips quirking upwards, always finding it hard not to smile when she’s with you, “I love you, flower” 

“I really love you too” you smile, “And I think I’ll love you forever” 

She tilts her head, “That’s a long time. Think you can put up with me for that long?” 

“As long as you can put up with me for that long, then I don’t mind” 

“You act as though you’re hard to put up with” she pushes your hair out of your face, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, then your cheek, nose, then each eyelid as you lean into the palm of her hand that cups your cheek. 

“Forever, then” you whisper, eyes barely open as you chase her lips for another kiss. 

“Ready, babygirl?” Her voice is taunting, her fingertips traveling slowly up your sides and to the blindfold, peeling it from your eyes and allowing your vision to be restored.

You look around the room, letting your eyes focus. That’s when you see it. The object on the floor, resembling a mechanical horse saddle; a Sybian. 

“Yoonji?” 

“Mmm… do you like it?” She asks, letting her warm breath fan over your neck as she begins peppering kisses along your exposed skin.

“I… it looks fun.”

Yoonji chuckles from behind you, her fingers dancing along your skin as she runs them down your arms. Her tender actions cause you to lower your guard, which is why you gasp aloud when she yanks your arms behind your back, knocking you into her body with her rough movements.

You try to peer behind you but Yoonji has you pressed so tight against her that you can’t. Her nimble fingers move between your bodies and you realize she’s tying your hands behind your back with silk. Your heart begins hammering in your chest, wondering what your girlfriend has in store for you.

“Mmm.. my baby is already excited, isn’t she? I can hear you breathing harder,” she coos into your ear, using your arms to lead you towards the sex machine, “figured my girl deserved to be the first to try our new toy after the rough week you’d had.”

Yoonji squats in front of you, hooking her thumbs into your skirt and panties, pulling them both down at once, sucking in a breath at the sight of your arousal coating your underwear.

“Wet already? You’re such a little slut, always ready to be stuffed with some cock, aren’t you?”

You whimper indignantly and nibble on your lip, but Yoonji only chuckles at your display. She guides you over to the machine, allowing you to get a better look and grabs some lube even though you were soaked, just to be safe, and coats the dildo attachment in it.

“It comes with different attachments, but since this is your first time, I thought I’d go easy on you,” she smiles as you eye the average sized dildo.

“What other ones does it come with?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, pretty girl.”

You clench your thighs at her authoritative tone and the promise held in it. Yoonji gets down on her knees and trails her fingers along your thighs and your outer folds, teasing you.

“Do you think this tight little pussy can take that? Or should I stretch you out a little first…?”

“Please, Yoonji.”

“Please what? Words, babygirl.”

“Touch me, I want your fingers inside me.”

“Good girl,” she praises, slipping two fingers inside your drenched heat, slowly pumping them in and out of you before she begins to scissor them, stretching your walls to accommodate the dildo.

You moan sweetly, trying to keep quiet, though you know it won’t last long, never around her. She speeds up her fingers, leaning in to kitten lick at your sensitive nub and you cant your hips forward, subconsciously seeking out her touch. Her tongue twirls around your clit before she sucks it between her plump lips. Your veins feel like they’re made of lightning, your core clenching in response to her ministrations. 

Far too soon for your liking, Yoonji pulls away. You whine and your hips chase her, but she doesn’t allow it, holding you still with a firm grip.

“Greedy little baby,” she tsks.

She guides your hips for you to straddle the Sybian. She lines the dildo up with your entrance and assists you with sliding down onto it until it’s fully nestled inside your cunt. You let out a shaky breath at the welcome intrusion. 

“You’re doing great, baby.”

“So full,” you groan, gripping Yoonji’s hand a little tighter “so good.”

Yoonji smiles down at you, pride glittering in her eyes. It is quickly replaced with mischief though, as she presses a button on a little black remote and the dildo stretching your walls begins to vibrate. You moan at the unexpected sensation, and Yoonji holds your hips, guiding them to grind into the machine, pressing the dildo deep into your cunt. The dildo simultaneously rotates and vibrates, sliding against your walls in the most delicious way, which has you panting like a bitch in heat.

Yoonji looms over you, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up so she can look into your eyes, her smug expression and arched eyebrow making your cunt clench even more than it was from the toy inside of you.

“You look so damned pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” she purrs, her fingertips trailing along your collarbones to your breasts, tweaking a nipple and making your body jolt.

A pathetic whine escapes your lips when Yoonji pulls away, and she has pity on you, giving you a deep, quick kiss. Once she pulls away, her breasts are right in your face, that damn necklace dangling between her two perfect mounds and calling out to you. You stick your tongue out, wrapping it delicately around the metal bar and pulling it into your mouth, sucking on it whilst making eye contact with Yoonji and watching her pupils dilate dangerously.

“Such a messy little slut for me,” she praises, caressing your cheek, “good girl.”

Suddenly, the intensity of the vibration on the dildo increases, and you notice Yoonji had picked the remote back up while you’d been distracted with her chest. 

“A-ah!” 

“That’s it babygirl, let everyone hear you, let them all know you’re my personal little whore.”

“Fuuuuuck, Yoonji!” You cry out, your body shaking from the stimulation, and you couldn’t even hold onto anything to ground yourself, your hands firmly fastened behind your back.

Sweat drips from your forehead with the exertion of holding yourself up while the dildo rotates inside your dripping cunt, hitting your walls just right and sending you closer to your high. You close your eyes, feeling dizzy with euphoria. Suddenly, you feel Yoonji’s hands on your back, pressing you forward. Your clit comes in contact with a soft, silicone mat with bumps on it, the vibrations as strong as the dildo inside your heat. The stimulation seems too much, everything seems  too much. 

“Too much,” you whimper.

“You can take it, and you will.”

You groan as she pushes you farther into the silicone mat, your clit throbbing from the intense vibrations. What had seemed like too much quickly turned heavenly, and you didn’t think you could hold off much longer.

“Yoo…nji! Please, fuck, please can I come? Please please please?” You cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as your chest heaves from your labored breathing.

“Let go, princess,” she instructs softly, stroking your hair back out of your face.

A scream erupts from you as your orgasm washes over you. Your vision goes spotty and you slump back into Yoonji’s frame as your body convulses; your walls contracting over and over. You feel yourself squirting all over the machine. Once you calm down, you huff and try to lift your hips from the machine, over sensitivity consuming you. Yoonji turns the Sybian off and helps you slide off of it, into her lap. She cradles you close to her chest and you bury your head there, taking deep breaths. She strokes your head gently, allowing you time to calm down.

“You okay there, beautiful?” She asks, reaching up to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of your lips. 

You nod, intertwining your fingers with hers, “never better.”

"I changed my mind," you said hastily, stopping in your tracks. "Let's just go back to your house and cuddle."

Yoonji sighed, rubbing her temple. It was the third time this month that the both of you were going to your house with the intention of introducing the black-haired girl as your girlfriend, and thus revealing your sexuality, to your parents.

She knew this was a big step for you and she wanted you to feel comfortable when talking about such a big part of your life that was, more likely than not, going to change the relationship with your parents.

She didn't want to force you to come out when you weren't ready, that would cause more trouble and pain than it was worth, but she couldn't stop the thought that maybe, the reason you kept delaying it was because you were ashamed of being seen with her.

It was a stupid thought that circled her mind, she knew that, and she also knew that you felt that you had disappointed her by never going through with it.

Like right now, you were hugging yourself, your eyes welling up with tears focused on your feet, probably scared of the disappointed or angry look you thought Yoonji was giving you.

But she would never look at you like that, especially because you were scared that your parents would hate you once you were honest with them about that part of your life.

She pulled you by the waist, one arm holding you closer to her while the other petted your hair, trying to calm your nerves.

"It's okay baby," she took your face in her hands, wiping your tears away. "We don't have to do this today. I want you to be 100% sure that this is what you want." she pressed her lips against your forehead.

"I'm scared they'll hate me…" you sobbed, looking at your girlfriend's eyes, you saw nothing but love and understanding.

"Angel, if they hate you just because you prefer a girl between your legs then it's their loss."

"You didn't have to put it that way!" you screeched, eyes wide and cheeks red at your girlfriend's lewd words.

And Yoonji loved seeing how flustered she could get you using nothing but her words. "And miss a chance at seeing how bothered I can make you?" the black-haired girl smirked, pecking every corner of your face, always missing the place you wanted to feel her the most.

"I hate you." you whined with a pout. Cute, Yoonji thought to herself as she finally pressed her lips against yours.

It started off slow and innocent, your lips molding against one another until the black-haired girl felt your hands on her neck and took that as her cue to deepen the kiss. The two of you stood there, her grip on your hips tightening as your tongues intertwined, oblivious to the world around you as if you were the only two people in it.

You felt so safe in her arms.

Once you separated for air you pecked her lips two more times before looking at her, one look into her eyes told you everything you needed to know which made you bit your lower lip - this would be finished at her place.

"I'm ready." you said breathlessly, trying to calm down your heartbeat.

"You sure? I don't mind waiting until you're comfortable enough to go through it."

You nodded, holding her hand and kissing her cheek, making them red in the process. You giggled at Yoonji getting flustered over something so innocent, especially compared to the show the two of you probably put on in the middle of the street.

With a deep breath, the both of you walked towards the door, confidence suddenly feeling your entire being.

Because you knew that no matter your parents' reactions, Yoonji would always be by your side.

She can’t help but admire your submissive state, laid out all pretty just for her. Your hands tied above your head in black silk, clenching and unclenching as you pray, beg, for more. The power between you is uneven as you lay only in your panties whilst she wears her matching black set. Your bra is in a pile along with the rest of your clothes that were thrown haphazardly to the floor in Yoonji’s haste earlier. Chest and neck covered in bruises and hickies, your abused nipples were pulled and twisted, erect and glistening with her spit as she bit and sucked on them. 

The collar around your neck catches her attention, knowing that the both of you had picked out the collar together; the simple design of black leather attached to the metal heart at the front. She loved the idea of buying a collar for you, knowing that it symbolizes your relationship. She wanted everyone to know that you were hers, and of course, whilst she doesn’t have a collar, she is yours. 

A whine of embarrassment leaves your throat under her lust filled gaze, your legs rub -together helplessly, trying to relieve some of your need as you can feel the wet spot on your panties grow each second, “please..” you beg, “please t-touch me - fuck me.. Anything.” 

Your begging and glossy eyes make her coo, bending down to kiss your pouty lips sweetly, “you’re so cute, kitten.” the nickname making you mewl, reaching up to kiss her bubblegum pink lips again. 

Her hands grip at your body, kissing you; you have to admit you’re addicted. Her tongue swipes at your bottom lip and your brain goes cloudy as your tongues swirl together. You can feel the ghost of her hand slide down your stomach and slightly skim your panties, making you shudder. As she pulls away, you can’t help but whine in need, her eyes shining with mischief as she grabs your neck lightly, “what a whiny little slut I have here,” Yoonji chuckles darkly. 

Whimpering as she takes her hand away, she crawls down to lay in between your legs, her pale hands massaging your thighs. Teasingly, she moves closer and closer to where you want her to be the most, looking up at you with a smirk. You shiver as she gently strokes at your sensitive skin at the top of your inner thighs, her pointy nails digging into your skin to create scratch marks, the burning pain turning to pleasure as you breathe out her name. She eyes your sodden panties, a finger teasing you clit over the fabric as she draws shapeless patterns before a tongue licks a long stripe on your folds, your body jolting from the sudden feeling. 

Yoonji chuckles, one of her fingers lightly circling your clit before hooking it in the waistband, sliding your underwear down slowly, “so wet for me kitten.” 

Your head turns to the side in embarrassment, avoiding her gaze as her hands dig into your thighs to open your legs wide; your pussy out on display for her. Flicking your clit with her tongue, she closes her eyes and groans, “you taste so fucking amazing doll,” before going back to sucking at your nub. 

She gets lost in pleasing you, your tied hands gripping her short black hair, tugging softly making her hum into your pussy; moans falling from your lips from the vibrations. Her tongue runs over your folds, collecting your arousal before the warm muscle teases your entrance in circles before plunging into your leaking core. You breathe in sharply as she explores your heat, expertly hitting all of the right places, ravishing you as her tongue thrusts into you.  

You're tempted to close your legs but you can’t as her hands have a bruising grip on your thighs to keep them open, her strength overpowering your overwhelmed state as she pushes your legs over her shoulders. The new angle allows her tongue to go deeper, eating you out fiercely, as if she was starved. Bringing a closer, she runs finger along your slit, collecting your arousal as her tongue draws figures of 8 on your clit before her finger dips into your entrance, your pussy so wet and ready for her as it slips in easily. She is quick to thrust into your cunt at a fast pace, fingers going as deep as they can. But, it didn’t take long for you to want, to need more. 

“M-more” you moan, your hips rolling against her desperately. Yoonji stops, her head coming up to look at you with a piercing gaze, “manners little kitten or you won’t be able to cum at all tonight,” her voice hard and low, butterflies swarming your stomach. 

“More p-please,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes. 

Abruptly, she slides two fingers into you and you cry out from the sensation of your pussy being stretched a little bit more. She returns to her brutal pace, going deeper, curling her fingers in a ‘come here’ manner, hitting the spot that causes you to cry out. Clenching your pussy around her fingers, she hums, “close kitten?” your thighs shake, threatening to close around her face as she never lets up her fastening pace with her tongue and fingers. 

You can only nod, not trusting your voice, another moan following as you can hear the sound of your squelching core. Squirm on the bed, the heat in your stomach builds up quickly, before it's gone. Her fingers disappear from inside you, causing you to cry out. You were so close to release, your body so high from euphoria as you sob, “n-no - puh-please…” You’ve been so good for her all night, why did she stop?

Yoonji leans away from you, smirking at your whimpering state, licking and sucking at her arousal covered fingers. Her gaze never wavers from you, the sight makes you wiggle around on the bed, your eyes full of tears making her coo at you, “you’re so pretty when you cry. My pretty little doll.” 

She gets up, before bending down to scavenge through the ‘toy box’ the both of you hid under the bed. Your thighs squeeze together in excitement as she pulls the toy out. Smiling at you with faux innocence, she tilts her head as she dangles the purple strap-on in front of your face, “you’re gonna be a good little kitten and get this dildo nice and wet for me. Do you understand?” 

The dominance in her voice causes your pussy to throb, watching as she pulls the strap over her legs and onto her hips, tightening them until she is satisfied. Climbing back on to the bed, she puts a knee at each side of your head, the purple dildo taping against your mouth as she looks at you expectedly. Swallowing thickly, you don’t break eye contact with her as you lick a thick stripe onto the toy, a groan being pulled out of her from the sight. One of her hands grip at the dildo as the other tangles in your hair. You slip the tip into your mouth, sucking at the plastic cock, her hand pushing you up onto the toy until it hits the back of your throat, moaning when you gag. You slurp at her cock, your neck bulging as she fucks her cock into your mouth, “fuck you’re so pretty chocking around my cock.” 

Saliva drips down your chin, creating a path down your neck and to your boobs. Tears slide down your face as you swallow around her cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat again. Yoonji bites at her cherry-like lips as she hears you choke, before pulling it from your mouth slowly. A string of saliva connecting you to the toy. She gets up once again, stroking your thigh gently, contrasting with the dominant look in her eye, “turn around kitten.” 

Scrambling, you turn so you’re hands and knees, looking forward at the headboard. You can feel her move behind you, the bed dipping as she kneels behind you, the cool tip of the strap-on resting at the bottom of your back. Her hands rub up and down your back, pushing you down so you’re on your elbows, the curve of your back making her groan, “you look so good like this, so pretty.” 

Sliding the dildo up and down your folds, the tip teases your entrance. “You want me, kitten? Want my cock?” The smirk is evident in her voice. You nod, squealing as a sharp pain shoots through you from her slapping your ass, “I said, do you want my cock?” 

“Y-yes, yes I want your c-cock, plea-” you cry out as she enters you, her cock stretching your walls open making you gasp, “f-fuck” 

Slapping your ass again she can’t help but whisper, “good girl,” watching as the dildo sinks into your pussy inch by inch, moaning as your hips move back; giving her the signal for her to move. Your tied hands grip at the sheets as she rocks into you, getting deeper each thrust. But you want more. Rolling your hips back into her, she scoffs, “so desperate, letting me fuck your little pussy, pretty girl” 

“P-please Yoonji” you beg, pushing yourself back onto her cock. Her hands grip at your waist, stopping you from moving as she bends down over you to whisper darkly in your ear, “stay still kitten.” Goosebumps arise on your skin, arousal dripping down your thighs as you gush around her from her dark tone. 

She quickens her pace, fucking into you roughly as her hands have a deathening grip on your waist. Skin slaps on skin, your moans filling the room as your pussy pulses around the dildo, “You're so pretty, dripping around my cock” 

Mouth agape, you release a high-pitched keen as she hits your spongy spot inside of you. Closing your eyes, you can feel drool start to pool on the pillow around your mouth as she fucks you dumb. Your arms giving in, your back arching more drawing a moan out of your girlfriend, “right there doll?” 

You whine at the pet name, her voice smooth but slightly breathless watching herself fuck into you, arousal pooling inside her underwear from pleasing you so well. Your core squelches around the toy, cum falling from your pussy and dripping onto the sheets. With a strong roll of her hips, your arms give up. Her hands on your waist give her leverage to thrust harder into. One hand sneaks up to tug at your collar, a strangled moan making its way out of your lips. 

Your moans are music to her ears, “f-faster, puh-please.” 

And whilst Yoonji wasn’t getting pleasured, she loved pleasing you, “yeah? You want me to go faster?”

Even though you knew it was a rhetorical question, you can’t help but nod your head as you sob. Both of your bodies are hot in the humid room as the headboard starts to rock, so close to hitting the wall as she drills into you. Your breathless; moaning into the pillow before she tugs the collar, her hand travelling down to pull and twist at your already abused nipples, her nails scratch lightly down your stomach leaving pretty marks onto your skin, her fingers dangerously close to your clit. 

She tugs at the collar, “look at you drooling, pretty kitten. Do you like it when I fuck you until you’re my dumb little doll?” 

You try to turn your head, tears stream down your face from the pleasure, your mind going fuzzy. Before you know it, she’s rubbing circles on your clit, pinching it every so often, “Y-yoonji” you whine weakly. 

Your pussy soaks the dildo with your arousal, your mind cloudy as you whimper and whine into the pillow. Your cute little noises make Yoonji want to ravish you until you’re ruined. “You close kitten?” she breathes out, her thrusting getting even faster as she ploughs into you, her fingers pinching and rubbing your clit furiously.  

Her arms keep you up as your whole body almost gives in, wanting to collapse onto the bed as it shakes. Once again you can feel the coil in your stomach twisting, heat rising in your body as you can feel yourself getting closer to release, your cunt gushing around the dildo as she slams into you. Yoonji can’t take her eyes away from the sight, almost mesmerised.

Your moans get more breathless, making her chuckle, “cum for me, be a good girl kitten and cum.” 

With her words, your head tilts back, mouth agape as you whine in a high-pitched squeal. You see white, as the coil in your stomach unwinds. Your walls squeeze the dildo tightly, as your legs tremble from how hard you cum. It's hard to control your breathing as you clench around the toy, your cum gushing around it and down your thighs. Yoonji still fucks into you from behind, slower than before to draw out your orgasm, her fingers rubbing circles on your clit coming to stop, “good girl, such a good kitten for me.” 

Gently, she takes the glistening dildo out of you, a whine leaving your lips from the feeling, your body falling to the bed from exhaustion. Putting the strap-on on the bed, Yoonji is quick to untie your hands, gently rubbing your wrists and kissing them. Smiling at you, she can tell you’re in subspace as your blurry eyes look at her, “I love you princess” 

You giggle, reaching for her which is obeys, pulling you into her as she lays on the bed. Neither of you mind the sweat that coats your skin as Yoonji holds you close to her. You feel protected, your mind still fuzzy as you listen to her heartbeat. 

She smiles, kissing you head gently before wrapping the both of you up in the duvet. She knew that when you woke up she would have to clean the sheets and wash you up, but that can wait for later. 

“You were so good for me princess, are you tired now?” she whispers, her hand rubbing your skin in soothing circles as your breathing starts to even out. You nod, pressing a kiss to her chest, “‘mhmm,” 

“Who of our friends do you think is the subbiest?”

You blink. It’s really a testament to how much you and Yoonji have smoked tonight that your immediate reaction isn’t to splutter at her question. Instead, you just blink slowly, the question slowly making its way through your synapses before you can articulate a response. You take another hit, using it to buy yourself a little more time. Holding the joint back out to her, you let the smoke slowly seep from your lips. 

“Who says I’ve thought about it?” 

You know exactly who you want to be subbiest. But you’re not going to reveal that. Maybe not yet. You might be high, but you still have enough of your wits to keep from spilling things you want to keep hidden. You’ve had good practice at that, smoking often with her and never divulging your crush, even when the topic of partners has come up. Which does come up fairly often as you both attempt to navigate dating while in grad school.

There’s a snort from the other end of the couch and Yoonji’s head lulls against the back of it so she can fix you with hazy, unimpressed eyes, though there’s a smirk just barely tugging at her lips. “I didn’t. But we’re talking about it now.”

Pursing your lips, you think of how to respond. In truth, you’ve thought about it a little, but not particularly in relation to your whole group of friends. Maybe just a person or two who you were particularly interested in that are in said friend group. Most notably, the women sitting on the other end of the couch from you currently. 

Yoonji laughs, foot kicking out to nudge you, and you grin at the flood of happiness that always accompanies hearing her laugh. “Damn, it’s not that deep. Why are you thinking so hard?”

Catching her foot, you dig your thumb into the sole of her foot, causing you both to dissolve into giggles. “We have a lot of friends,” you shoot back. An excuse and you both know it. 

You and Yoonji have been friends for too long for you to really be able to avoid answering a direct query. It’s only been luck that has kept your crush hidden from her. You’ve been friends since you met in 2nd year of undergrad, paired randomly as roommates and then continuing to remain roommates until even now when you live off campus in an apartment together. And many of your friends have come together and you both now share a common friend group.

Once Yoonji wrestles her foot free of your tickling grasp, she shifts in her seat, face far more serious than the topic at hand should really call for. “Fine, fine. I’ll accept your excuse,” she gives you a look that’s hard to interpret, though you mostly just don’t want to think too hard about the calculating look she’s giving you. It leaves you feeling exposed, like she can read your thoughts and knows all of your deepest secrets. Which is partially true, you and Yoonji share everything, save your feelings for her. “Which way do you think Jimin goes?”

She’s really going to make you do this? Well, you might as well give some actual thought to this. “With his praise kink? Definitely more sub leaning?”

Yoonji raises an eyebrow. “Leaning?”

“Well yeah. He’s definitely a switch. You’ve seen how he is when he’s focused. But he also likes helping others. Plus,” you pause, mostly just to be dramatic as you smirk knowingly, Yoonji leaning closer as she waits for what you’re going to say next, “Siyeon said he’s as good a dom as he is a sub.”

Scoffing, Yoonji reaches over to give you a little shove. “That’s cheating!”

You giggle, catching her hand before she pushes again. “It’s not!”

“It is! That’s insider information! This is supposed to be our opinion.”

Waving her off, you settle back onto the couch. “I gave my opinion. I would’ve had that before Siyeon told me. All she did was confirm.” You pause thoughtfully for a moment. You don’t want this to be all you, so you pose the next friend to her instead. “What about Seokjin?”

Yoonji drums her fingers on her bare thigh and you have to fight the urge to get lost in staring at the vast expanse of smooth, exposed skin she’s subjecting you to tonight while you’re impaired like this. You want to know if they’re as soft as they look. You know her hands aren’t, not anymore since she started learning guitar, finger’s growing rough and calloused. The first time she had held your hand after had startled you, now you love feeling the slight roughness brush against your skin. Dragging your gaze from her fingers to her face, you watch as she starts to speak, trying to remain focused on her words and not the way her pretty pink lips form them. 

“As much as I’d love to say sub because he would be just absolutely gorgeous all tied up and begging. I think he’s a bit more dom-ish.”

Mulling it over for a moment, you nod. He likes caring for all your friends, you can certainly see that transferring over into the bedroom. You add, “Yeah… But like, a soft one, ya know? He’d be so gentle and caring about it. I bet his aftercare game is amazing.”

Shifting, Yoonji stretches her legs out and echoes your thoughts. “Definitely. You’ve seen the way he cares for all of us, but definitely the younger guys. He’d be so amazing at that. What about Taehyung?”

“Hm, a dom. Maybe a little less gentle than Seokjin, but still a soft-ish dom. Namjoon?”

“Dom leaning switch. Sometimes he just really needs to get out of his head and let go of control. Hoseok?”

“Straight up switch. I think he probably doms more often but he’s all too happy to go with whatever his partner is in the mood for. Jungkook?”

Yoonji’s face lights up. “Oh,” she coos. “The sweetest sub ever.”

You stare at the way her eyes seem to glaze over with her words and something like jealousy swirls with heat in your belly. You can’t tell if the spike of jealousy is about the way she sighed her answer so sweetly, like she’s thought a lot about this. Or if it’s because you have the same thoughts and some part of you feels possessive over Jungkook. “Why’s that?”

She shoots you a coy smile that leaves you feeling slightly uneasy. “He’s just such a sweet boy and always so eager to please.”

You can’t deny that you’ve also thought that, dreamed that were true. You’ve heard rumors of how Jungkook is in bed. Domineering, cocky, rough. But it doesn’t stop you from imagining him beneath you, whimpering and begging. Yoonji nudges you and you blink at her, realizing that you must’ve zoned out for a moment. She purses her lips, barely hiding her knowing smile. 

“One more,” she declares. 

Frowning, you think through your shared friends, but can’t imagine who she might be referring to. “Who?”

Her answering smirk has your heart stuttering in your chest, equal parts dreading what’s about to come out of her mouth and anticipating. “Me.”

You swallow. She’s really going to make you answer that to her face? While you’re both high? You chew your lip, looking her over slowly. You know exactly how she leans, the benefit and downside to living together for so long. The words stick in your throat though, not quite able to bring yourself to voice your knowledge. To give yourself away like that, to show just how much you’ve paid attention. Yoonji says nothing though, looking at you expectantly as she waits for your answer. 

Taking a deep breath, you rationalize that this is just a game. You’re just giving opinions. It doesn’t have to be incriminating to anything deeper. You just won’t give reasons, just an answer which way she leans. “Dom.”

She grins, looking pleased with your answer. “You too.”

“What?” you blink at her, confused by what she means. 

“I think you’re a dom too.”

Your breath catches. You hadn’t thought about the fact that if you knew her preferences then she likely knew yours well. You’ve both talked about your sex lives with each other, but you’ve never delved deeply into what happens when you’re in your room with others. Staring at each other, your mind races. How much has she heard? How much does she truly know? Her gaze drops to your lips for a moment.

But before the conversation can go any further, there’s a knock at the door. The tension that built between the two of you suddenly breaks as Yoonji crows happily, jumping from her seat to go retrieve the food you’d ordered. Burying your face in your hands, you take a few deep breaths, trying to get your thoughts under control. You really can’t be sitting here, high and horny and thinking about Yoonji and Jungkook. Especially not while one of those people is sitting here with you.

By the time she’s back with food, you’ve got your tangled thoughts mostly controlled and the previous conversation isn’t brought up again. Yoonji complains about something Namjoon did while they were studying earlier in the day and then you’re both complaining about school and theses and classes and thoughts on doms and subs is forgotten about entirely. And you’re all too happy to just forget it happened at all. 

At least for the most part. You can’t help it if in the late hours of night, when exhaustion reigns and sleep eludes you, if you let your thoughts slip to less pure things as you hand slips into your panties. If when you’re alone, you think of you and Yoonji knelt over Jungkook as his big, shiny eyes shine brighter with overwhelmed tears and begs his noonas to let him cum. You don’t let it leave those times though, left in the dark and forgotten in the daylight hours. You ignore the thoughts when you go to lunch with Jungkook, have dinner with all your friends, go grocery shopping with Yoonji, let yourself act as if that conversation never happened.

You assume Yoonji has forgotten it too. Or at least chosen to leave that conversation with that night. 

Until you come home from buying snacks one night for the weekly smoking session to find Jungkook there too. Which in and of itself isn’t too strange. While you and Yoonji are the primary partakers of this night, all of your friends rotate in and out when the mood strikes. Most of the others usually go out drinking. Or study. And everyone rotates between the three activities with whatever strikes their mood (or is required by their grades). 

But Jungkook had said earlier in the day that he was going out with Tae and Jimin. He’s not even dressed for it, like he was just stopping by for a moment and then going to meet up with the others. Instead dressed comfortably in loose gray sweats and a matching sweatshirt, his blond hair still slightly damp from a shower under the hood he still has pulled up. 

You give him a smile as you set the snacks on the coffee table and move to sit on the couch. “I thought you were going out to drink?”

Jungkook shuffles from foot to foot nervously, glancing from you to Yoonji, who’s sat on the other side of the couch. “I uh… changed my mind?”

You frown, unsure of his odd behavior. He’s acting as if he’s never been to your apartment before, despite the fact that besides the two of you, he’s here the most. But Yoonji simply beckons him to sit, which he does so after a moment of hesitation, nervously tugging his hood off his head. Once he sits, you expect Yoonji to pull out a blunt and get the night started, but the silence stretches and she makes no moves to do so. You reach out to nudge her, head tilted questioningly. 

She gives you a quick glance before looking at Jungkook. “I have a proposition. For you both.” Brows furrowing, you’re about to question her when she continues. “Your noonas have a little theory they’d like to test.”

Your heart stops. There’s only one possible thing she could be talking about that would involve both a proposition and a theory that you both had. Is she just planning to ask him? But that wouldn’t involve a proposition…

Oh. 

She’s planning to ask him to let you both dom him. Stomach knotting uncomfortably, you worry that this could ruin the friendship the three of you share. That it could ruin the entire friendship dynamic of the whole group. You could lose a roommate, friends. But even with the bad scenarios running through your mind, you can’t deny the bolt of heat that sears straight to your core at even the barest hint of possibility of getting the pretty boy before you underneath you instead. 

Jungkook swallows, gaze darting from Yoonji to you and back. You wonder what Yoonji said to him to get him to come tonight. “What… What’s the theory?”

She gives a soft smile, but there's a predatory edge to it. You’ve seen it on her when you’ve gone to bars and clubs, wielded against unsuspecting people that she wants to spend the night with. You’ve seen the effects of that look on people and Jungkook is no different, already looking like he’s hooked on her every word, even if there’s still a touch of nerves in the tense line of his shoulders. She gestures for Jungkook to move from the chair to sit between you both on the couch. He hesitates before shuffling the short distance to sit where directed. You can’t help but note that he’s good at following instructions. It makes something hot twist in your belly. 

Yoonji shifts, kneeling on the cushion so she can press closer to Jungkook, close enough to whisper in his ear, though her tone is loud enough for you to hear too. “Your noonas have a theory that you are just the sweetest little sub ever.”

Jungkook tenses up at the words, and though it’s hard to tell if it’s from discomfort or just shock at Yoonji’s bold statement, you slide closer to be a reassuring hand to counterpoint Yoonji’s boldness.  

“If anything makes you uncomfortable, Jungkook, just tell us. We don’t want to cause you any discomfort, okay?” you murmur soothingly, hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. Yoonji peaks around to give you a grateful smile, although you’re unsure if it’s because you are joining her in her proposition or if it’s because you know enough to ensure that Jungkook’s comfort is the most important thing here.

Thinking for a moment, Jungkook gives a small nod and Yoonji takes that as her sign to continue. “Would you let your noonas find out if they’re right?”

“B-both of you?” he swallows, gaze darting between the two of you.

Leaning closer, you let your lips brush his ear, relishing the shiver you feel run through him. “Your noonas have seen the way you look at them when we dance together on nights out.” 

He stiffens beneath you and you pull back just enough to see the flush starting to color his cheeks. In truth, you know he’s not the only one that does. Jimin and Taehyung fairly regularly comment on how you both steal the show. And you and Yoonji aren’t blind, you know the way you both captivate an audience when you’re together, dressed up and putting on a show just for the thrill. But you’ve definitely caught Jungkook staring the most. Eyes hooded and lips parted like you and Yoonji are there solely for his entertainment. The way you’ve seen him have to restrain himself from approaching the both of you. It’s even more thrilling than the eyes of strangers on you. 

Yoonji coos. “Do you like watching your noonas together, baby?”

She doesn’t allow him a chance to answer though because as soon as the question has been asked, she’s nudging him back so he’s more reclined, leaving the two of you staring at each other over his chest. A moment passes, where you just stare at each other, as Jungkook looks between you both. 

There’s a wry twist to her lips and then she’s reaching out to pull you in for a kiss. The sudden press of her soft lips to yours has your brain short circuiting. All thought and reason leaving you, focus narrowed entirely down to the pressure of her mouth on yours. She tastes like strawberry and the sudden, lightest brush of her tongue across your lip has your brain kick starting again just as she starts to pull away. That simply won’t do. Hand tangling in her hair, you keep her close, keep the kiss going as you deepen it and you relish the slick slide of her tongue against yours.

You’ve imagined kissing her so much, but it’s nothing compared to reality. Yoonji is demanding, just as demanding as you are, and there are moments where the kiss turns a little rougher as one of you tries for the upper hand. It’s addicting, the feel of her, the rush, that you get lost in the kiss. So much so, that you entirely forget about Jungkook beneath you until he lets out a soft whimper. Pulling away from Yoonji, you both glance down at him and you nearly coo at the sight. He looks much like he does on nights that you’ve caught him watching you dance. But up close like this, you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his tongue darts out occasionally to lick at his pink, bitten lips, how blown his eyes are already and he hasn’t even been touched yet. 

Disentangling yourself from Yoonji, you run an affectionate hand through Jungkook’s hair. “Do you want this, baby?” When he starts to nod again, you tighten your hand in his hair, halting his movement. “We need your words, Jungkook.”

His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. He clears his throat, eyes darting down in embarrassment before trying again. “Yes, noona. Want this… Want you both…”

Pleased, you let your hand drift down, cupping his cheek and thumbing gently along his cheekbone. “Yeah? Have you thought about this a lot? Have you thought about your noonas often?”

Swallowing, his gaze darts between the two of you nervously. And oh, you had just been teasing. But the nervous flit of his gaze, the way he won’t focus on either of you for longer than a moment. He has thought about the two of you. You wonder what he’s thought about, for how long. Has he touched himself while thinking about one of you? Both of you? Yoonji seems to pick up on the implication of his nonanswer too, because her lips are curling into a teasing smirk.

“Have you, baby? What a naughty boy. Thinking about your noonas like that.” Jungkook squirms, mouth open like he’s about to protest the statement, but Yoonji continues speaking. “Noona has too. Thought about how pretty you’d look and how good you’d be.”

Jungkook falters, blinking big eyes up at Yoonji with wonder. Like he never imagined that either of you would think of him the way he thinks of you. A breath shudders out of him as his eyes squeeze closed. You make the decision to move this from the couch if you’re going to go through with it.

Shifting, you push yourself to your feet, glancing at Yoonji to see that she follows your actions with a questioning furrow to her brows. Jungkook blinks his eyes open at the movement, blinking up at you both. You hold your hand out and after a moment, he takes it. Pulling him to his feet, Yoonji grabs his other hand and takes charge in leading Jungkook down the hall to her bedroom. 

The air in Yoonji’s room feels thick with heat. She flips a light on, letting soft, purple light fill the room and leaving it cast in subdued shades. You both release Jungkook’s hands, moving in near perfect synchronicity despite the fact that you’ve never done this before. There’s something unspoken that moves you both together. Standing side by side, you both face Jungkook, gazes slowly trailing over the younger man. He shuffles on his feet under the scrutiny, hands clasping in front of him like he’s a child about to be scolded. 

Yoonji’s head tilts, finger coming up to tap her chin in thought. “Something seems wrong here, doesn’t it?”

Humming, you nod in agreeance. “Yes, yes it does. Jungkook,” the boy starts at the call of his name, head jerking up to stare at you, like a deer caught in the headlights. 

Yoonji snaps her fingers. “You’re right. Jungkook, baby, strip for your noonas.”

“N-now?” His fingers twitch where they’re clasped before him. 

It’s cute how shy he has become. You’ve seen him shamelessly strip his shirt off at parties to do body shots, confidently pick up women at bars, boldly barge into rooms and capture everyone’s attention. You’ve only seen him this shy once, and that was when you all had first met him, before he had come out of his shell and grown close to you all. 

When he makes no move to start undressing, you speak up. “Jungkook,” you wait until he’s looking at you. “Do you know the stoplight system?” He thinks for a moment before nodding, face clouded with confusion. “Color?”

Gaze darting from you to Yoonji and back again, his tongue peaks for a moment. “Green.”

Yoonji grins proudly at the answer. “Aw, are you just shy then, baby? Nervous about being naked in front of your noonas for the first time?”

Ducking his head, Jungkook gives you both a quick nod that you just want to coo over, however inappropriate that reaction may be right now be damned. Instead, you shoot for comforting. “How about we start slow then? Just your shirt. You can do that, can’t you, baby? We’ve seen you shirtless plenty of times before.”

Jungkook fidgets for another moment before his fingers grip the edge of his baggy sweater. Eyes squeezing shut, there’s only only a second more of hesitation before the sweater is being pulled up and off. He clings to it, the fabric hanging in his hands in front of his chest, but doing very little to hide anything. He peaks an eye open and sees the way Yoonji quirks an eyebrow at him and the sweater drops from his hands to the floor. 

You’ve seen Jungkook shirtless plenty of times. Your entire friend group has. There was a period of a few months back towards the beginning of your friendship after he had gotten comfortable with you all that you would’ve sworn that he was allergic to shirts with how often you saw him shirtless. You know how toned he is, have been subjected to his ridiculous workouts on occasion, how diligently he works out simply for the fun of it. Muscles that shift under golden skin that you’ve seen at parties and on beach trips, that you’ve allowed yourself to glance out, appreciate and take in, but never to stare for too long and get caught. 

Now though, you drink your fill of the sight before you. Jungkook is tall, and when he’s shirtless he exudes a cockiness born from the hungry looks of others; his posture always making him seem taller, take up more space. But now, now his shoulders are hunched, like he’s trying to make himself smaller, seem less big even though his muscles make that nearly impossible. 

He glances up at you both through the curtain of blonde bangs and you can see the way the flush from his cheeks starts to spread down his neck and chest. It makes you itch to mark the pretty skin up, stake a claim on the sweet, shy boy before you. 

There’s a pleased hum from beside you. “Such a good boy, Jungkookie. You’re so good for your noonas, aren’t you?”

He nods quickly, eyes positively shining at the praise. Well, you both certainly pegged that one right. Oh, now there’s an idea. That might have to wait though. You don’t want to completely overwhelm him right at the start. 

“Now the pants, baby,” you grin, watching the way he swallows at the command.

Hands trembling slightly as he reaches for the waistband of his sweats, his nerves seem to grow now that he’s about to be fully exposed before you both. He takes a deep breath and then shoves his sweats and underwear down his legs. Your breath catches in your throat and you know Yoonji must be having a similar reaction given the sharp inhale you hear from her. 

Jungkook is absolutely stunning naked. You’ve known that his thighs were thick and just as toned as the rest of him, catching glimpses of the thick, corded muscles whenever he ditched sweats and his baggier clothing for jeans that looked like they’d been painted onto him. His hands immediately come together again in an attempt to cover his cock, already hard and leaking. But his hands do little to cover his long, thick cock, but it’s endearingly adorable that he tries. 

“So pretty,” you murmur, eyes tracing over every inch of skin. You don’t know what you want to do first to him, so many ideas flash through your mind as you stare at him.  

“So good, too. Can you lay down on the bed for us now, baby?”

Shyness seemingly forgotten for a moment, Jungkook nearly launches himself onto the bed, landing with a little bounce before he’s shuffling around so he’s stretched out in the middle of Yoonji’s bed. His eagerness is a good sign, showing that even if he’s nervous, that he very much wants to be here. The dark bedspread makes his skin seem to glow more and he looks absolutely gorgeous spread out for you. 

Yoonji moves closer to the bed and you move to follow suit and stand beside her at the foot, both of you just taking a moment to look at Jungkook. His cock twitches where it rests against his belly and heat pools in your belly at the knowledge that it’s yours to touch. At least for tonight. 

She turns to you then, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer. Chewing her lip for a moment, there’s an emotion that briefly flits across her face but before you can pin down what exactly it is she’s leaning in to press her lips to yours once again. Not letting yourself dwell on her expression, at least not now when there’s a very eager boy spread out for you both and Yoonji’s tongue slipping into your mouth. You can overthink later. Right now, you should just let yourself fall into the feel of her.

Her fingers dig into your hips and you let her get away with it only because you take the opportunity to slip your hands beneath her shirt, gripping her waist just as tightly for a moment before you’re tugging her shirt up and off. Kiss momentarily broken, you take the brief pause to look her over. Her bra is black and lacy, pushing her breasts up in a way that makes you want to get your mouth on them . You also know for a fact that it’s her ‘getting laid’ bra. Meaning she must have been pretty confident that the two of you would agree to this. You’re a little mad that she didn’t give you any sort of heads up to let you wear something better than just a comfy, colorful bra you use for daily wear. At least it’s cute. 

Leaning in, you nip harshly at her bottom lip in retaliation and you know by her giggle that she knows exactly what it was for. What a cruel tease, you’re definitely going to get her back in the future. You don’t know how just yet, but you will. You sooth the bite with your tongue, but you don’t get a chance for another proper kiss because Yoonji takes the opportunity to tug your shirt off as well. She pulls away after dropping your shirt to the floor, hungrily eyeing you up as her tongue wets her lips. You feel a heady rush at being able to pull such a look from the typically collected Yoonji. 

A moan pulls your attention back to the bed, where Jungkook has taken it upon himself to start lazily stroking himself, muscles shifting as his hips flex up into his grip. Exchanging glances, you and Yoonji quickly rid yourselves of your bottoms before climbing onto the bed on either side of Jungkook. This behavior simply won’t do. 

Sitting on your knees beside his thigh, you're quick to let your hand smack against the skin there. The sound echoes in the quiet room and Jungkook jerks, though you don’t know if it’s more from the sudden sound or the heat that blooms across his thigh even if the smack you gave him was fairly mild in terms of punishment. But it has the desired effect, his hand halting on his cock, though he doesn’t remove his hand from himself. His expression morphs into a mix of betrayal and confusion.

“Oh, sweet boy,” Yoonji coos, hand wrapping around his wrist. “Have you ever done this before?”

Swallowing, he looks nervous again, gaze darting around the room, but never landing on either of you before he minutely shakes his head. Yoonji gently pulls his hand from his cock, letting it slap wetly against his belly. 

“Aw, you poor thing. Have you always had to be the one in charge, huh? Do those girls see your big, pretty muscles and tattoos and just assume that you’re going to be domineering too? No one’s ever taken care of you like you deserve?” Yoonji murmurs, eyes burning as she speaks. 

Jungkook’s breath hitches as he blinks up at Yoonji. He shakes his head slightly and you can see how deeply he wants this. Wants to try, to let go and have someone else take control for once. Letting your fingers trail up his thigh, you trace a single fingertip up his cock with a featherlight touch, drawing a delightful gasp from him. He’s so sensitive to touch, it’s going to make this so much more fun. 

“Lesson number one, baby. No touching without permission. That includes your pretty little cock. Bad boys get punished.”

“And punishment can get much worse than a little slap on the thigh, sweetheart.”

His eyes widen. “I-I’m sorry! I d-didn’t know!”

Shushing him, you rub soothingly at the red mark you left on his thigh. It’s light and fairly small, a testament to how tame the smack was, but it makes you want to leave more, make them darker. Marks that remain for days, that remind Jungkook of your hands on him. “It’s okay, baby. You’re still learning. You won’t be punished.” You smirk teasingly. “This time at least.”

Licking his lips, he looks between you both. You can tell he’s thinking about something, but you can’t tell if the thought of punishment might actually be enticing to him or if he’s trying to figure out the rules without being told. Always the overachiever. 

Yoonji releases his hand, letting it fall to rest against the bed once more. “We’ll go easy on you, baby, don’t worry. You’ll be a good boy for us, won’t you?” Jungkook nods quickly, hands clenching at the bedspread. “What do you want, baby?”

“Want…” he licks his lips, seems to think slowly over his wants in this moment. “Wanna see you kiss again.”

You giggle. “Aw, sweet thing,” you glance over at Yoonji, “doesn’t even want a kiss for himself.”

Yoonji tsks, wide grin matching yours. “Someone must really enjoy watching.”

Planting a hand high on Jungkook’s thigh, Yoonji mirrors your actions as you both lean closer to meet over Jungkook once more. This kiss is slow, you take your time and enjoy the feel of her soft mouth against yours. You could easily get lost in the kiss again, it would be so easy. Jungkook’s thigh twitches beneath your hand and you give him a small squeeze, acknowledge that you haven’t forgotten about him and it draws a soft moan from him. 

The sound seems to spark something in Yoonji, as she surges closer, deepening the kiss. Her free hand comes up to rest on the side of your neck, thumb brushing along your jaw. Not wanting to be outdone, you reach out and let your fingers trace her collarbone before following her sternum down until you can palm at one of her covered breasts. That draws a soft gasp from her that you greedily swallow down. 

Her hand tightens on your neck, pulling like it’s possible to pull you closer and her other hand abandons Jungkook’s thigh to grope at your breast. You both get greedy for the feel of each other. Your hand quickly leaves Jungkook’s thigh as well, slipping behind Yoonji to undo her bra. It falls slack on her shoulders, hindered from coming off by her hands on you. Bumping her hands off for a moment, you tug the offending article free from her and toss it off the bed. Yoonji wastes no time in getting her hands back on you once you’ve removed the bra and you’re now free to palm her tits in your hands. 

Jungkook whimpers below you both, his hand bumps your thigh before it’s being jerked away. “N-noona…”

Parting with a gasp, you both look down at Jungkook, his hands fisted at his sides, knuckles nearly white. Your hands fall from each other as you give the prone man your attention. You’re impressed with his restraint, you hadn’t expected him to be so well behaved the very first time. But that’s actually pretty typical of Jungkook, excelling at anything he tries. 

His pupils are blown with lust and he swallows his nerves as he speaks. “C-can… Can I touch too?”

“You wanna touch your noonas while they kiss, baby?” Yoonji asks. He nods, eyes wide and Yoonji’s answering smirk is bordering on mean. “Why?”

“W-what?”

“Why do you want to touch your noonas while they kiss, baby? I thought you just wanted us to kiss and touch each other?”

He looks to you, seemingly lost by the question. But you simply raise an eyebrow and wait for an answer. He squirms a little, cock twitching. “Um… I… I…”

“Have you thought about touching us before?” you murmur, reaching out to cup Yoonji’s breast, thumbing at the nipple and drawing a sigh from her. “Have you thought about noona’s pretty tits and how they’d feel in your hands?”

Whining, Jungkook nods his assent eagerly, eyes fixed firmly on where your hand plays with Yoonji. Yoonji presses a quick kiss to your lips, casting a teasing look to Jungkook before she’s reaching up to unclasp your bra and tug it off of you to toss it behind her. Yoonji raises herself up onto her knees, pulling you with, and she leans you both together until your breasts press together. They’re just as soft against you as they were in your hands. If you weren’t focused on teasing Jungkook, you’d pin her down and get your mouth on them.

She glances to the side to look at Jungkook. “How do you wanna touch, baby?”

His eyes drag down your bodies slowly, gaze darting so quickly like there’s so much he wants to touch and he doesn’t know where to even begin. “Noona…” he whines. 

You chuckle. “Aw, baby. Do you need your noonas to help you?”

“Please.”

“Put your hands on our hips.”

He’s eager and quick to comply, hands coming up to rest hot and heavy against the curve of your hip. His fingers flex against you, like he wants to move his hand to touch more but they remain in place. Yoonji leans in to kiss you again and you think you could kiss her forever. After a moment, you break the kiss, trailing your lips along her jaw and down her neck. Laving your tongue over her pulse point, you relish the shiver that runs through her. You’re overcome with the urge to mark her and so you let your teeth sink into her skin before soothing it with your tongue and sucking kisses. Yoonji groans in the back of her throat and you move down her neck to suck another dark mark and draw more noises from her. 

You know logically that she’s been as affected by all this as you, but hearing the proof is intoxicating. It goes straight to your pussy and the longer you go on, the more you feel drip from you to soak your panties.

“What do you want next, baby?” Yoonji pants, hand reaching to cover the hand on your hip. His gaze drops to where your breasts are pressed together, but he doesn’t say anything. “Do you wanna touch noonas’ tits? Greedy boy,” she chuckles breathlessly, ending in a gasp when you nip at her collarbone. 

His hands twitch against you like he is fighting the urge to just do what he wants, to do what he’s always done with women. But he remains diligent and keeps his hands where he was told too. Pressing one last kiss to Yoonji’s neck, you pull away, staring at the darkening marks while a possessive heat curls in your belly. You shift then, nudging Jungkook’s thighs slightly apart and then you’re throwing a leg over to straddle his thigh, dropping down to press your clothed pussy against the corded muscle. The damp material drags deliciously against your pussy and any other time, you would ride his thigh until he was begging you to touch him or let him touch.

Gasping, Jungkook’s hand tightens enough to bruise and you grin down at him. “Can you feel how wet noona is for you, baby?”

He nods a little dazedly, looking down where you’re pressed against his thigh like he can’t believe what he’s feeling or seeing. Giving a little grind, you feel a rush of desire run through you at the breath that rushes from Jungkook’s lips. 

“Baby,” you purr, “didn’t you want to touch noona’s tits?”

“Please…”

“Go ahead, baby.”

His hand quickly abandons your hip once he’s given permission; big, warm palm cupping one of your breasts like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched. You have to fight down the urge to giggle at the unexpected tenderness. Yoonji moves beside you, straddling Jungkook’s other thigh and she takes the opportunity to move Jungkook’s other hand for him, placing it over one of her breasts. 

Gaze darting from one hand to the other, his hands remain frozen for a long moment before he’s tentatively squeezing. Then he quickly grows more confident, seemingly more familiar with at least this part as his fingers tease at your nipple. Leaning slightly to the side, you press a kiss to Yoonji’s shoulder until you have her attention and then you’re pressing your lips to hers once more. Letting your hand slip into her hair, you tilt her head, deepening the kiss. Her hand lands on your waist, fingers tracing a burning path down until they can grope at your ass. 

Your hips jerk, clit dragging across Jungkook’s thigh and a moment later, you feel his muscles shift as he flexes. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, you glance down at him with a smirk. Jungkook looks perfectly debauched beneath you both. The flush dusting his cheeks stretches down his chest, his bright eyes burn with want as his hands work on both you and Yoonji. His cock rests heavy against his belly, tip dark with neglect, but he seems wholly oblivious to it even as your attention zeroes in on it.

“What a good boy you’re being. Giving noona something to grind against?”

His dick twitches at that and you let a finger brush gently down the length. A loud gasp leaves his lips, hips straining upward but he can’t get very far with the combined weight of you and Yoonji pinning his legs down. You give a deliberate grind down, Jungkook’s eyes quickly zeroing in on where your clothed pussy meets his bare thigh. Hands falling still on your breast, he licks his lips before his hand is slowly sliding down to timidly tug at the waistband of your panties.

“Can… Can these come off?”

Yoonji hums. “Wanna see noona’s bare pussy, baby?”

Nodding quickly, he looks up at you both with wide eyes. “Yes, please. Wanna see.”

The hand on your ass slides around to rest just on the waistband of your panties. “You wanna see just how wet our pretty baby boy has made us?”

Breath shuddering, he nods again, eyes trained on Yoonji’s hand as it finally slips into your panties. You groan as her fingers slip between your folds, fingertips teasing across your clit before dipping lower to gather your wetness. Before she can do much more than leave a few teasing touches, she’s pulling her hand from your panties and holding her hand up for you all to see. Jungkook’s gaze bores into the glistening digits, licking his lips slowly. 

“Open,” she commands and his mouth falls obediently open, hope shining in his eyes when her fingers inch closer to his lips. “Do you want to taste noona?”

“Yes,” he breaths out, tongue extending like it’ll get Yoonji’s fingers to his mouth faster. 

She stops just before she reaches his tongue and when he strains closer in an attempt to touch, she pulls her fingers away, keeping them teasingly just out of his reach. “Answer noona’s question first, baby. Good boy’s always answer when asked a question. And you wouldn’t want to be bad, now would you?”

Blonde hair flies as he quickly shakes his head no. “No! I’m good! I promise! Please, I wanna taste noona!”

Yoonji’s smile softens. “What a good boy.” 

With that, her fingers press against his tongue. Moaning, Jungkook’s lips close around the digits as he sucks enthusiastically. You wonder if he’s as enthusiastic when he’s eating someone out and your pussy clenches at the thought. A few moments later, she pulls her fingers free and Jungkook’s lips purse in a pout, drawing a laugh from both of you. You shift, finally tugging your panties down to discard over the edge of the bed. Jungkook’s eyes are drawn back to your pussy, now bared for him to see. 

His hand twitches where it rests against your hip, but it doesn’t move and there’s a rush of heat that accompanies the fact that he’s doing so well already. Turning to Yoonji, you begin to tug at her panties, earning a laugh from her as she moves to help you get them off of her. 

As much as you want to take in Jungkook’s reaction to you both being naked before him, you can’t stop the greedy part of you that reaches out to slip your hand between her legs to touch. A soft sigh leaves her lips and you can’t help but lean in to smother the sound with a kiss. Your fingers find her just as wet as you are yourself and you relish in the moment to tease your fingers along her pussy. 

Whining, Jungkook squirms beneath you both, thigh inadvertently bumping your hand harder against Yoonji and further smearing her wetness across your palm. You pull your hand away and Jungkook follows the movement with laser focus. 

“Want to taste your other noona, baby?” you tease. 

“Yes, please,” he murmurs.

Biting your lip on a smile, you move your hand slowly closer to his open mouth, watching the way his eyes light up with excitement. But before you reach his lips, you stop, drawing a pretty pout from the boy. Then you wink and you quickly bring your fingers to your own mouth instead. Twin gasps greet the action as you slip two fingers into your mouth and moan at the taste of Yoonji on your tongue. Your eyes slip closed as you suck your fingers clean and when you pull your fingers free and glance down to Jungkook, you’re met with a look that is equal parts jealous and hungry. 

Hand dropping to the bed beside him, his eyes widen as you lean over him. “Still want a taste, baby?”

His gaze darts to your lips as he nods. You seal your mouth over his, taking advantage of the surprised part to his lips to slip your tongue in. He whimpers, hands coming up to rest on your hips as he chases the taste of Yoonji on your lips. 

Kissing Jungkook is nothing like kissing Yoonji. He’s like putty beneath you, following your lead where Yoonji fought you for control, kept you on your toes. Not necessarily aggressive, but Yoonji kisses you with a consuming hunger, burning you from the inside out. Jungkook is like a breath of fresh air, he’s soft and needy, making these quiet little huffs with each brush of your tongue. You wonder if he realizes that he’s moved his hands, that he’s touching you when he’s not supposed to be, but you decide to let it slide just this once. You’re much more interested in drawing out more of those sweet, little sounds from him.  

A moment later though, his hands are being pulled away and Yoonji is tutting him as she leans against you to pin his hands to the bed. “Naughty boy, what did we say about touching?”

With a whine, he pulls away from your mouth. “‘M sorry... “

You snicker. “Is noona so good at kissing that you forgot the rules, sweet thing?”

Jungkook lets out a low whine again. “Noona.”

Yoonji shifts against you, hands adjusting her grip on Jungkook’s wrists and you’re momentarily distracted by the press of her breasts against your back. Pressing again, she forces you to drop fully against Jungkook as she hooks her chin over your shoulder. 

“I’ll just have to hold you while noona kisses you, hm?”

He squirms beneath you and you see him strain feebly against Yoonji’s hands. You all know that he could easily break her hold; that the strain he shows is feigned and exaggerated. But his acquiescence to her grip, to you both taking control, is the most telling thing to his desires. He wants this, just as much as you both. Even if he’s new and inexperienced in this aspect, he wants. 

His lips part with small huffs and you can’t help yourself when you dip back down to kiss him. He squirms again before melting entirely into the kiss, letting Yoonji hold him still while you lick into his mouth. A heady rush fills you at his pliancy, you always imagined him submitting, but it was nothing like this. Jungkook behaves like he’s been subbing for you both for ages, like he knows the routine, that the momentary lapses in following the rules is nothing more than being a little bratty to provoke a reaction. 

The kiss stretches, you don’t know for how long, getting lost in the feeling of Jungkook beneath you and the softness of Yoonji’s breasts pressing into your back. Jungkook’s hips twitch, his cock brushing wetly against your side and you finally decide to have some mercy on him. Lifting slightly, Yoonji gets the hint and sits up fully, allowing you to do the same. You smile at the way Jungkook is laid out, eyes lidded, lips kiss swollen and flush sitting high on his cheeks. He looks fucked out already and barely anything has happened yet. 

Taking Yoonji’s hand in yours, you lift it to your lips to press a soft kiss to the palm. “I think it’s time to reward our baby, hm? He’s been so good for his first time.”

Her fingers brush your cheek as she smiles. “He does.” She turns her attention back to Jungkook. “How do you want your noonas, baby?”

Swallowing, his gaze flicks back and forth between the two of you. He takes a long time to answer, seemingly nervous. “I… I don’t know… I’m s-sorry…”

“Aw sweetheart, there’s no need to be sorry. You’re just overwhelmed, huh?” He nods, lips pursed in a pout, and you continue. “Do you want your noonas to pick something for your reward for you?”

“Yes, please… There’s too many things… I can’t pick…”

You pat his side affectionately. “It’s okay, baby. Noonas will take good care of you.”

His eyes shine at your praise as he nods eagerly. You and Yoonji exchange looks and seem to be thinking the same thing as you move off Jungkook’s thigh to move further up the bed and Yoonji shifts to fully straddle his hips. 

Yoonji grins as she sees the way Jungkook follows your movement. “Ever had someone sit on your face, baby?”

Eyes widening, his gaze darts to Yoonji before turning back to you and you raise an eyebrow when he doesn’t answer. “N-no…”

“Pinch my thigh if you need to stop for any reason, okay, baby?” You wait for him to murmur a quiet ‘okay’ before moving to throw your leg over his head.

You feel his breath hot against your wet folds and when you glance up at Yoonji, you see her focus is trained where you sit just above Jungkook’s mouth. With a lick of your lips, you lower yourself until your pussy presses to Jungkook’s mouth, which instantly falls open, tongue darting out to lap at your slit. Groaning, you grind against his tongue, giving yourself a few seconds to enjoy the pleasure sizzling in your belly. 

Then you’re reaching up for Yoonji, grabbing her hips to tug her until she’s hovering over Jungkook’s cock. One hand slides from her hips and you let your fingers trace lightly along her slit, knuckles brushing his cock as you do. 

You hold Yoonji’s gaze as you begin speaking, fingers dipping between her folds to tease at her clit. “Gotta get noona ready for you, baby. Get her nice and stretched for your big, pretty cock.” 

Jungkook whines against you and Yoonji lets out a low moan as you slip a finger into her. Yoonji is warm and wet and tight around your finger and your breath stutters as she clenches around the digit. Letting your finger curl, you rub against her walls, searching for that spongy bundle of nerves. 

It takes a few seconds, your attention being pulled by Jungkook’s tongue as he enthusiastically eats you out. But you find it quick enough, signaled by the sharp gasp that leaves her lips when you finally brush against it. Grinning victoriously, you tease at the bundle until her thighs begin to quiver, pleased to have wrung such a reaction from her.

Her hand darts out suddenly, gripping your wrist tightly. Her gaze is dark when it meets yours and she arches an eyebrow at you. “I think you’re enjoying yourself more than getting me ready for our baby,” she teases.

Your body heats. She’s not wrong, you maybe did forget what you were doing a little bit. Grinning, you slide your finger out until just the tip remains before thrusting back in with two. “Guilty.”

She opens her mouth to speak again but you let your thumb brush her clit and it effectively silences her retort. She glares for only a moment before letting her head fall back with a groan and letting herself enjoy the slow pumps of your fingers. 

Slipping a third finger in, Yoonji’s hips start to move, little grinds that push your hand against Jungkook’s cock. You lift your hips slightly, giving Jungkook a moment to breath. 

“Are you ready for noona to ride you, baby?” you ask as you pull your fingers from Yoonji. 

All you get in response is a whimper as you grasp his cock with your wet fingers, other hand settling on Yoonji’s hip and you guide him to her entrance. You give her hip a squeeze and she lets herself drop, pulling your hand away so her hips can settle flush to his. You can feel Jungkook’s breath panting hot against your pussy, his hands squeezing tightly at the sheets.

“How does noona’s pussy feel, baby?” you murmur. He whines and you give his nipple a pinch, making his hips jerk. “When noona asks a question, she expects an answer.”

“‘M sorry… Noona feels good…”

You let your free hand settle on Yoonji’s other hip. “How’s he feel?”

“Fuck… so good. He’s such a good boy.” 

Jungkook’s hands suddenly wrap around your thighs. You jerk in surprise, ready to reprimand him, but before you can say anything, he’s pulling you back down onto his mouth. Yoonji laughs breathlessly, hands coming to rest on his belly as she starts to lift her hips. 

“How’s his mouth?”

Giving her a groan in response, you grind against his tongue, toes curling as his fingers tighten against your thighs. Both of you fall quiet, save for pants and moans, letting yourselves be consumed with chasing your own pleasure for a moment. Heat simmers in your belly, building with each swipe of Jungkook’s tongue and teasing suck to your clit. Jungkook’s efforts combined with the view of Yoonji riding his cock has your orgasm building until one harsh suck pushes you over the edge. 

Head falling back, you moan as your orgasm spreads through your veins, igniting like fire and leaving you shuddering as Jungkook seems to get even more enthusiastic below you. You vaguely hear Yoonji swear under her breath, but you don’t have it in you to look at her as Jungkook draws your orgasm out. 

Finally you lift your hips, overstimulation beginning to creep in, and you and Jungkook pant together as your high slowly ebbs away and you come back to yourself. Blinking your eyes open, you see Yoonji’s have slipped closed as she moves and you find your gaze glued to the way her tits bounce with each movement. 

Seeing an opportunity, you reach forward, letting your fingers find her clit and her eyes shoot open with a gasp at your touch. You grin, shifting so you’re knelt beside the pair. “Baby,” you coo, “look how pretty noona looks sitting on your dick.”

It takes him a moment, but Jungkook’s head lifts and your pussy clenches at the sheen of your slick covering the lower half of his face. His lips are parted as he makes sweet, little noises, soft moans and whines, and his hazy eyes trail over you both like he doesn’t truly know where to look. You swirl your fingers, drawing a wheezed gasp from Jungkook and you can’t help the teasing grin that forms. 

“Aw, baby. Did noona tighten up? Is she close? Are you gonna be good and let her cum on your cock?”

Jungkook’s nodding before you even finish speaking, hips twitching in small little thrusts and you pick up the pace on her clit. Leaning forward, you take one of her nipples in your mouth, teeth teasing the bud before you sooth it with your tongue.

“Fuck… gonna-” She cuts off, moving faster until her hips slam down as she starts to cum. 

You keep your fingers going, gradually slowing down as her orgasm shudders through her. Jungkook whines and squirms beneath her, but remains more still that others would. She tugs your hand away finally as she continues to shiver with aftershocks. You bring your fingers to your mouth with a teasing glance and lick them clean as she watches through hooded eyes. 

Jungkook whimpers, drawing both of attention to him and Yoonji lifts herself off his cock, drawing an even louder whine from him. 

You pat his side soothingly. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re gonna take care of you. Want your noona’s mouth?”

He blinks wet eyes at you both, cock twitching where it lays against his belly and Yoonji laughs. “I think that’s a yes.”

She takes him in her hand and his hips strain up into her grip. He’s so desperate already and you have barely even teased him or drawn this out. He’s definitely going to be fun in the future. Leaning down, you let your tongue swirl around the tip, licking up the taste of Yoonji and Jungkook together. They taste wonderfully divine. His hips strain upwards again and you and Yoonji each use a hand to hold his hips down as you continue your slow, teasing licks. Once you’ve licked all traces of Yoonji from him, you take him into your mouth, humming in content at the way he stretches your lips.

“‘M g-gonna… please… please can I?”

“Aw, you’re asking permission? You’re such a good boy. Of course you can cum, baby. You’ve been so good to your noonas.”

It takes only a couple bobs of your head for his back to bow as the first spurt of salty fluid hits your tongue. He cries out, body strung tight as he cums down your throat. You let your tongue rub at his frenulum as you and Yoonji work to draw out his orgasm as long as possible. When he begins to tremble and whimper, you finally pull away, licking your lips clean as you do. 

Jungkook’s eyes are shut tight, shuddering through the last aftershocks and he looks beautifully debauched. Glancing at Yoonji, you see the same fond look on her face that you know to be on yours. Leaning down, you pepper a few kisses to his lips and cheeks before stretching out beside him and cuddling up to his side. 

“You did such a good job, baby. You were so good for us,” you murmur, letting your hand rub his belly. 

Yoonji mirrors you and after a moment, halts your rubbing by interlacing your fingers with her. The look on her face is hard to read, but she gives you a reassuring squeeze. 

“The best baby,” she agrees, turning to Jungkook and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

Jungkook gets a goofy grin, seeming to melt between the both of you at the praise. At the rate he’s going, he might have a bigger praise kink than Jimin. You all fall silent, breath evening out and simply enjoy the afterglow. You assume Jungkook at the very least has fallen asleep as your mind begins to swirl with the implications of what just happened. 

Leave it to your overthinking to ruin a nice postcoital cuddle. But you can’t help but wonder where this leaves the three of you. Was this just a one time thing? Does it mean anything deeper? You want so badly for it to mean more, but you also know that getting your hopes up leads to more hurt in the end. 

Jungkook surprises you by breaking the silence, voice rough like he’s fighting sleep. “What does this mean?” 

He sounds so small when he says it, it makes your heart ache a little. You’re not sure how to answer him though, because you also don’t really know what this means. You know what it means for you, but you can’t speak for Yoonji, or even Jungkook. 

Yoonji pushes up onto her elbow so she can look at you both and you see that same fond look in her eyes again. It makes something warm and content twist in your belly. “I thought I had made my intentions clear, but I guess not. I like you.” Before the hurt you feel can stretch too far, she looks at you. “Both of you. I had intended to get that done first tonight. But, uh, well things got a little carried away.”

Jungkook snorts. “Only a little?”

She pulls her hand from yours, giving him a quick pinch. “Hey! Don’t go getting mouthy now.”

Grinning in response, he wraps his arms around you both, tugging you somehow closer. “I like you both too… I have for a really long time…” he pauses, seeming to think for a moment before continuing. “And I really liked tonight… What we did… I’d like to explore more of that…”

They both look at you and you can’t help the giddy grin that spreads across your face. You push yourself up just enough to lean across to give Yoonji a kiss and then turn to give Jungkook one too. “Of course I like you both. God, who couldn’t? You both are so wonderful.”

Jungkook giggles happily and then in the blink, he’s managed to get you and Yoonji pushed together as he hovers over you both. He gives you each a kiss to the forehead. “So does this mean you’ll be my girlfriends?” Laughing, you give him a nod and he glows with happiness. “I have the prettiest girlfriends.”

You and Yoonji both reach up, each cupping one of his cheeks. Warm floods you, feeling happy and content with them both.