Like Animals
Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader x Namjoon
Info: This is a bonus chapter for our Nuts series, but can be read as a standalone, since there's almost no plot other than the three being so in love and horny as fuck.
Summary: You spend a lazy Sunday morning with your boyfriends (who are also each other's boyfriends), have a little smoking session in the studio and fuck around like animals. Heaps of domestic fluff in the beginning that turns to pure filth real quick.
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, smoking a bit of weed, making out high, Yoongi and reader ride Joon's thighs at the same damn time, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m receiving), bisexual threesome, PiV, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), cum play if you squint, Joon's getting primal and greedy towards the end and pulls a move that I even shocked myself with when I came up with it lmao. They're all nasty in general basically.
Word count: 5.9k
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Outro: Like Animals
It’s a lazy Sunday morning at Yoongi and Namjoon’s place. Yes, at theirs. Two months passed since you decided to give the threeway relationship a go, so Jin did not waste any more time to find a new place for his girlfriend Sori and him to move into and left the apartment within a few weeks. He has never seemed more at peace and is finally happy to see the three of you, knowing and praying that he won’t have to encounter one of your romantic mishaps ever again.
It was decided pretty quickly that Joon would ditch his shitty apartment and move into Jin’s old room, so that Yoongi wouldn’t have to struggle for too long with paying rent by himself.
You’re still living at your own place, but, to no-one’s surprise, you end up sleeping over at Yoongi and Joon’s more often than not.
Saturday night was uneventful, or as Yoongi had called it, ‘perfect’. Joon brought some take out from the restaurant he works at after his shift and you watched that new arthouse movie he wanted to see. Well, Joon watched it. Yoongi and you ended up swiping through cat videos on his phone while Joon was immersed in the cinematography and hourlong dialogues. He only reprimanded you twice for giggling at a bunch of kittens during a silent staredown between the two main characters. By midnight you’d all gone to sleep, Yoongi in the middle, Joon to his right, you on the left. Kind of perfect indeed.
A late breakfast was served today, the chores split between Yoongi and you, since Joon still can’t be trusted with a knife. He washed the dishes afterwards though, while Yoongi threw himself on the sofa and you hopped into the shower.
You’re rinsing out the cheap conditioner Yoongi owns and make a mental note to bring a bottle of your own next time. How his hair is so healthy and soft when he just uses that crappy stuff is a mystery yet to be solved. Once you’re done showering and drying your hair, you put on a pair of panties - skimpy ones, but what can you do - and a white oversized shirt you stole from Yoongi’s closet. It’s so long that it almost reaches your knees, rendering pants unnecessary. It’s so warm in the apartment anyway, the guys are wearing sweat shorts and t-shirts so it’s only fair if you rile them up a little too.
You step out into the hallway and hear the two talking in another room - the studio if you’re correct. Peaking in, you see Joon on the couch, notepad in hand that he’s scribbling something into with a pen while Yoongi sits with his back to him at his desk, tapping away on his computer. Of course they’re working, you think with a smile. What else would they be doing on a Sunday?
You retreat to pick up the camera from your bag in the living room, having set yourself the goal of taking some nice candid shots of Joon and Yoongi, to get them printed in black and white, so they can hang them on their walls as decoration if they want. This seems like a good moment for it. You quietly sneak up, hold the camera through the crack in the door, and point the lens at Joon whose head hangs down slightly, brows knit in concentration as he notes down some lyrics on the bottom end of the page. Click! You capture the moment and Joon looks up at the sound of the mechanical whirring, surprised at first, then smiles as he takes in your presence.
Yoongi, with his bulky headphones on only over his right ear, notices the sound too and spins around on his desk chair. You quickly point the camera his way and snap a picture of him with one of his eyebrows raised in confusion, mouth slightly agape. He blinks and shakes his head with a click of his tongue. “What are you doing?” he chuckles as he turns back around.
“My work,” you reply as you plop down next to Joon. “While you do yours.”
Yoongi hums, then turns his head so he can check you out over his shoulder, holding his headphones with one hand, so they don't fall off his head. “And what are you wearing?”
“Your shirt,” you say, making Joon huff a laugh. “That a problem?”
“Not for me,” Yoongi replies half distracted, switching beats from one place to another in his mixing program.
“No problem at all,” Joon confirms as he brings his hand to your thigh, fingers gently stroking over your skin as he kisses your cheek.
You lean into him and bring the camera's viewfinder to your eye, focusing the lens on his fingers curling around your leg. Another picture, this one's probably not going to get printed though. You move the camera around in search of some more material. The ashtray with a half smoked spliff and a red lighter next to it on the side table beside the right end of the sofa comes into view and you press the shutter release button. You get up and take a few more shots, some of Joon smirking up at you, notebook lying in his lap on top of his grey sweat shorts and his hair all messy. Then a few of Yoongi as he’s playing with the DAW, tip of the tongue at the corner of his mouth in concentration. Some of just their hands, for your private portfolio of course…
Yoongi shakes his head again with a smirk and turns to roll over towards Joon on the couch. “How about some inspiration?” he asks, taking the joint from the ashtray, wiggling his brows.
Joon peaks at his watch. “It’s almost noon,” he shrugs as you sit down next to him. “So, yeah, why not?”
Yoongi lights the joint and takes a shallow puff, then offers it to you as he quietly exhales. “Want some too?”
You put your camera away first, then take the joint between your pointer and middle finger, rolling your thumb against the filter. The thing’s been lying there for a few days, untouched since their last session and is so short that it’ll be done in a few more hits anyway.
“Just one drag,” you say. “It’s almost gone already. Wouldn’t want to take all the inspiration for myself.”
They snicker at that and Joon presses his leg against yours as he scoots down lower on the sofa to get comfortable. “We can always roll another one,” he says as he watches you inhale. “Infinite inspiration if you will.”
“Alright potheads,” you mutter as you pass the blunt to Joon. “Don’t get all sleazy on me when you smoke too much though.”
“But I love getting all sleazy,” Joon fake pouts while Yoongi rolls his eyes with a grin. The two share the remains of the joint, passing it back and forth after each drag until the ember hits the filter.
Yoongi blows out a cloud of smoke, a satisfied expression on his face with his eyes hooded as he rolls closer to the couch on his chair. He holds onto your thigh for stability as he bends to put out the blunt in the ashtray on the side table in the corner of the room. When he pulls back he stops in front of your face and inches closer, kissing you once, sour taste from smoking on both of your lips, then rolls over and kisses Joon as well. “Good good. This was inspiring,” he sighs before scooting back towards his desk.
Joon and you giggle at his lanky movements, already feeling the effects from the bit of weed. “Better make this your best song yet,” you call, but Yoongi doesn’t hear it. He has already put on his headphones, a beat playing faintly from them, as he’s clicking through the programs you know nothing about.
“What have you written?” you ask Joon as you nestle into his side and pull your legs up on the couch.
He turns to fish the notebook out from where it landed before, at the crevice of the sofa, then hands it to you while laying his arm around your shoulders. You read the lyrics while he’s tracing patterns on your skin, making you smile. He wrote something happy this time around - almost upbeat, if you had to describe it. ‘I see you come back to me’ is written down a bunch of times, probably for the hook.
“Who is it about?” you ask, chuckling for no other reason than his handwriting looking funny.
“Guess.”
“The three of us?”
“Mhm,” he nods, eyes turned to mere slits from smiling.
He’s so cute you could actually burst into tears. To avoid getting all sappy, you scan the lyrics again.
“We are your pain?” you ask, trying to look shocked and failing miserably.
“Of course,” he snorts. “Divine and so fine.”
Both of you can’t hold back your laughs anymore and Joon pulls you closer as you giggle on until you don’t even know what you’re laughing about anymore. Your legs are now placed across his lap and you lay your head on his shoulder with a final chuckle bubbling from your chest. He sighs, content and dazed at the same time as his hand finds your thigh again.
“I love this,” you mumble into his shirt, tracing the seam on the fabric by his neck with your fingers.
“Being here with you two.”
I love you is what you wanted to say but didn't dare. The three words haven't been said out loud yet by any of you. But you feel it, you definitely do. Well, maybe one of these days you’ll gain the courage. And you’d want Yoongi to be there too, not just in the room, but listening.
Joon kisses your forehead, lips lingering there for a moment before he pulls back. “Me too.”
You chuckle again. “You too, Yoongi?” you ask a bit louder and you both stare at the back of his head. He’s still immersed in the music, beat blaring into his ears that he nods along to, not hearing a word you’re saying.
“He’s never been much of a talker,” Joon notes seriously and throws his head back to laugh at his own joke immediately after.
“Good thing we have you,” you say and cup his cheek to turn his face your way.
“True.”
He lets you pull him closer and scans your features, gaze drifting up and down between your eyes and lips a few times, a ghost of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“What? Getting shy now?” you giggle. “Go on, kiss me.”
“Didn’t want to get all sleazy on you,” he grins as he leans in further and closes the final bit of distance. His lips meet yours gently, letting them slowly brush against you before he presses on deeper. You can feel him smiling, and you do as well, already overwhelmed by the mild high, the laughing fits and Joon being Joon.
He exhales sharply when you sweep your tongue into his mouth, opening up instantly while his hands grab at your waist. He pulls you on top of him as the kiss deepens, the mutual intoxication making you a bit uncoordinated, so you end up sitting on his left thigh instead of straddling both legs. You press your forehead against his, chuckling quietly to yourself and Joon joins in, laughing almost inaudibly as he brings his hand to your cheek. He leans in again, kissing you deeper now, tongue licking into your mouth so you latch your hands together behind his neck for stability. There’s a twitch in his leg and you can’t tell if it’s his muscles spasming involuntarily or if he did it on purpose. Nevertheless, the movement shoots straight through you and makes you gasp into his mouth.
Joon breaks the kiss, pupils dilated and the smile from before is wiped from his face. There’s some sort of craving in his expression now and the slight raise of his brows displays curiosity. He moves his leg again, waiting for your reaction, which you immediately deliver to him in a drawn out groan.
“So I didn’t imagine that,” he concludes, all cocky.
You want more of him, to feel him against you, so you move to straddle him properly but Joon holds you in place by your hip.
“Joonie,” you whine like a pathetic kid. “Let me ride you.”
His hand proceeds to hold you there, but begins to guide you to move back and forth across his leg in small motions, his shorts getting pushed up and crumpled in the process. “Ride my thigh baby,” he says, watching closely as your barely clothed core drags over the skin of his upper leg.
Fuck, so this is where he wants you, huh? Your right hand lands on his shoulder, the left on his chest, holding yourself up, while he fists the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt at your hip. He’s pulling it so tightly that your ass is exposed, the usually loose top now straining against your body as he directs your movements with his grip.
You do what he asked you to and roll your hip against his leg, huffing out a delicate breath as your core drags across him. The feeling is a bit dull, no edges or bulges there for you to rub against, but the friction is getting a bit more intense with each move forward.
He flexes his muscles, making the surface feel firmer all of a sudden, then relaxes again, alternating between hard and soft for every other stroke you take. “Yeah,” you breathe out, nodding dumbly to let him know you like that.
Joon looks at you in awe, jaw slack, eyes busy roaming all over you as he grips your shirt even harder. Your panties are damp at this point and all the rubbing isn't helping, you're definitely spreading it across his leg.
“Fuck,” he sighs. Oh okay, he can feel it too. Your cheeks are heating up, slight embarrassment spreading across your face when he reaches out his free hand. You think he'll want you to stop but he hooks his finger into the fabric of your underwear and pulls it to the side with a groan. “So messy, keep going.”
Your head falls back at the new feeling, skin touching skin, your pussy now dragging directly over his bare thigh, lubricated by your own slick. “Holy shit,” you moan with your eyes closed, increasing the speed as sparks erupt across your body, chasing the high that doesn't seem as unreachable anymore.
Joon’s fingers drag from your panties to your chest, grabbing your tit harshly, thumb brushing over your nipple in rough circles as he exhales heavily. Your eyes fall down to his crotch where the fabric of his sweats is tented, hard dick visibly outlined beneath the light grey cotton, making your mouth water for him.
Just as you’re about to reach out for him you notice it. The silence. Yoongi’s music has stopped. Then there’s noise, something falling to the floor. Joon’s hand falls away from your chest as he looks over your shoulder before you turn around. Yoongi is standing next to his desk, his headphones lying by his feet, eyes fixated on the two of you.
“What the fuck?” he asks, already on his way over. “I zone out for what? Ten minutes? And you start fucking without letting me know?”
He’s playing, you can hear it in his voice but you indulge him anyway. “Sorry! We called for you, but you didn't hear.”
“And we’re not fucking,” Joon corrects him. “Yet.”
Yoongi halts next to you, his hand on your shoulder as he inspects the situation. You’re still pressed against Joon’s leg, his hand on your side, having dropped your shirt so it's covering you a little more than some moments ago.
“Oh,” Yoongi murmurs. “You’re riding his thigh…” He tilts your head up, hand at the front of your throat as he leans down for a kiss, all teeth and tongue, making your head spin and your hip snap forward. He then runs his fingers down your spine, lifting the hem of your shirt a bit. “You naked under there?”
“Almost,” Joon answers for you while you grin sheepishly.
Yoongi hums as he looks closer at where your and Joon’s bodies connect. “Shit… And what about me?”
“I have two thighs,” Joon counters.
Yoongi’s brows rise as he takes a step back, chuckling incredulously. “You’re serious?”
Joon nods, holding you by the waist as he scoots forward on the cushion so he can spread his legs wider. He taps his other thigh in invitation, looking up at Yoongi.
“You're insane,” Yoongi laughs as he starts pulling off his shirt, then reaches for the hem of yours, pulling it off over your head and nods towards Joon, “You too.”
Joon follows suit, taking off his top as well before he leans against the backrest, leaving the guys only in their shorts and you in your panties that are still rolled to the side.
Yoongi steps forward to straddle Joon’s other thigh and sinks down slowly. Joon’s legs are spread wide to fit both of you but your left leg and Yoongi’s right one are still squished together quite a bit. Yoongi brings his hand to your ass, squeezing the flesh and pushes you forward. “Show me what you did without me.”
A sigh escapes you at the touch and you roll your hips, back and forth again and again with your hand on Joon’s shoulder. You’re so wet at this point that there’s barely any resistance, making the grind even sloppier than before. This is so fucking messy, so hot, your eyes are rolling back at the fact that the two are watching you do this.
“Damn,” Yoongi groans as he unconsciously starts moving against Joon’s thigh as well. You feel his leg pressing against yours from the side so you slow down to grant him more mobility.
Yoongi arches his back, his erection already visible, straining against the black material of his shorts. The angle makes it harder for him than it is for you to gain friction, his dick moving just barely above Joon’s thigh in the air. Joon reaches out at the sight, palming him over his pants once, making Yoongi exhale a shaky breath.
“Shit, hah,” he breathes out as Joon’s hand retreats. “Need to press it down.” Yoongi reaches into his pants, doing just that and pushes his erection lower, now in contact with Joon’s thigh and snaps his hip forward, finally able to drag across him properly. “That’s it,” he whispers followed by a groan.
“Let me do that,” you say as you reach out, making him stop in his tracks. Your hand finds its way into his pants and Yoongi places it where he needs you, wrapping your fingers around his base, angling your wrist and guiding you to push the length down with your thumb. “Is that good?”
Yoongi nods, grinding back and forth with his lips agape, groaning each time you press his tip down a bit further. You can’t help yourself from moving your hips as well, desperately chasing more. The two of you must look like dogs in heat, rutting on Joon’s thighs like you’ve lost it.
He doesn't mind it one bit though, at least by the looks of it. Joon watches you both with dark eyes, pupils blown out to the point of them being almost entirely black, his jaw tight with his hands intertwined behind his head like he’s having the time of his life. His erection is still pushing against his sweats, untouched until Yoongi leans forward and brushes his palm over it.
Joon hisses, surprised by the action. He swallows a groan as Yoongi continues to rub him harder, a dark patch of precum forming on the fabric of his sweats. “Hold on.”
The three of you are already a sticky, panting mess, hooded eyes meeting at his words.
“Wanna watch you fuck,” Joon mutters, tapping the cushion next to him for Yoongi to sit.
“What about you?” you ask, getting up from him as Yoongi throws himself on the couch without protest.
“Don't worry about it,” Joon chuckles. “I already got some ideas.”
So you do it, straddling Yoongi on the couch, crashing your lips into his as he wraps his arms around your back, holding you tightly against him. You grind against his lap as he’s kissing down your neck, making even more of a mess on his sweats, all while Joon watches you from his spot next to you.
Yoongi grins as he snakes his hand down to your pussy, two fingers dragging along your folds. “So fucking wet from riding Joonie.”
You nod, gasping at the way he teases your clit. He brings his fingers to your core and pushes two of them into you at once. And he has the audacity to smirk. “You’re so ready, you don't even need my fingers, huh?”
A moan rips from your throat at the feeling of him entering you, walls clenching around his digits. He’s right though, all that grinding got you so horny, you want all of him now. Yoongi pulls his fingers away with a chuckle as you yank on the waistband of his pants, needing him naked this second. “Don’t rush,” he chides, bringing his soiled hand up to your face. “Open.”
He didn’t even have to tell you to, your mouth would have hung ajar anyway. Nasty… He brings his middle finger closer and pushes it against your tongue. You twirl it around the digit, closing your lips around it and suck it clean. “Good,” he says as he pulls it out, then turns to Joon, who takes Yoongi’s hand into his own, kissing his palm before he takes his pointer finger into his mouth and sucks on it with a low hum.
Joon then stands up from the couch and motions for you to move. “Sit where I just sat.” Yoongi and you comply, wiggling over to the other side of the two-seater though you’re unsure why until you realize you are now at the end of the couch where there is nothing in the way next to the armrest, so Joon can stand there. His crotch is at your eye level now, and naturally, you can’t resist palming him over his shorts, tracing his outline tightly and he lets his head fall back between his shoulders.
Yoongi finally pulls his pants down beneath you, leaving them hanging around his ankles.
Luckily there’s no need for condoms anymore. Shortly after you made it official, the three of you got tested and you took care of birth control so you wouldn't have to worry about it.
You’re pulled back into the moment when Yoongi pushes his tip against you, brushing it back and forth across you before tapping it against your clit.
“Jesus, Yoongi,” you groan, head falling forward and softly bumping into him. “Just fuck me already.”
“I will baby,” he grins. “Once I get rid of that fucking thong.”
He’s holding it aside with his hand, you didn’t even realize until now, it must have shifted as you moved, so you start pushing it down. Yoongi beats you to it, grabbing the thing with both hands and rips the waistband apart.
“Excuse me?” you all but laugh. Looks like he’s not as patient as he seems, the fabric now hanging loosely by your knee around your left leg.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he apologizes, bringing one hand to your face to pull you closer. His other hand guides his dick to your core and he kisses you at the same time as he pushes into you. You moan into his mouth at the intrusion, your body responding to the feeling of him dragging tightly against your walls. The stretch makes you shudder, nails digging into the skin by his shoulders with your eyes shut. Yoongi licks into your mouth while you sink down on him, breath hitting your skin as he sighs.
You pull back for air when he bottoms out, pressing your forehead against his, needing a second to take it all in. His hand caresses your lower back, drawing soothing circles on the skin until you roll your hips and knock the air out of his lungs.
“Fuck,” he drawls. “Do that again.”
You do with a smirk, moving on top of him in smooth motions, as he stares up at you like you hung the damn moon in the sky. Joon is watching the two of you in a similar way, gaze downcast at the scene before him. Yoongi meets your eye and you wordlessly arrive at the same conclusion, both reaching out for Joon’s sweats, pulling them down and making him snicker. He steps out of his shedded clothes, his erection facing the two of you - hard and hot and leaking. He’s holding back, you can tell by the way his brows knit, hands clenched to fists at his sides. You reach out, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft, pumping him in the same rhythm you ride Yoongi. Joon groans at the touch and it drives you on to spit into your hand and repeat the action. Yoongi takes the hint, now fucking up into you so you can focus on jerking off Joon, drawing moans from both of you.
“Shit,” you mewl as Yoongi grabs at your ass to pull you into him harder, his pace increasing with each thrust. Beads of sweat are collecting at your temples, the rest of your body already glossed over in an evenly sheen. You close your fingers tighter around Joon, making him groan before leaning over and swirling your tongue around his head, the taste of salty precum immediately spreading on your palate. Joon has no choice but to reach out, taking your face between his hands and pushes into your mouth with a shallow thrust. You look up at him as he pulls back, eyes meeting yours before you dive back in, sucking him as deep as you can. Yoongi, spurred on by the picture in front of him, thrusts up into you in rhythmic motions, breathing unevenly as he’s trying not to lose it. His right hand is still on your ass, his left one reaches out to cup Joon’s balls, slowing his movements as he cradles them with his palm beneath your face.
You pull away from Joon’s cock, pumping him fast as you look up at him, then turn your head towards Yoongi, motioning for him to take over. Joon shifts closer to Yoongi, whose mouth is on him immediately, sucking him deeper than you possibly could. How in the hell is he always doing that so easily? You rock your hips again, now that Yoongi is… otherwise occupied and the angle makes your clit drag over the hair at his base deliciously. So much that your limbs tingle.
Joon has taken Yoongi’s face in his hands, thumb stroking along his jaw before he slides them to the back of his head, running his fingers through Yoongi’s hair and collects it between his digits in a makeshift ponytail. He’s holding onto it for leverage, fucking slowly into Yoongi’s mouth, making sure not to choke him. Yoongi groans around him while you continue riding him, feeling an orgasm approaching at all the sensations you’re flooded with - the sight of Yoongi getting his face fucked, the angle at which you grind on him - it’s all too much for a single person to take in.
It hits you without any warning, a thrum of pleasure ripping through your core as you clasp your hands behind Yoongi’s neck, grinding helplessly on his dick. He pulls off Joon with a moan, the feeling of your walls clenching around him forcing his focus back on you. Your pussy’s gripping him so tightly that his head falls back onto the headrest, eyes shut as he’s pulled over the edge as well, automatically driving his pelvis up into you again and again, spurts of his release shooting into you with each snap of his hip.
You’re both a panting mess when you fall on top of him, gasping for air as he cradles your right cheek, while your left one is pressed to his sweaty chest. His heart hammers against his ribs excessively, beating into your ear from beneath his skin.
“Jesus Christ,” you sigh, wiping a strand of hair from your forehead, making him laugh, his chest gently rattling against your face.
From the corner of your eye you see Joon stepping out of view, making you wonder what he’s about to do. He doesn’t let you dwell on it for long though, as his hands land on both sides of your ass within a few seconds. Yoongi’s still inside of you when Joon pulls you up by the hips, making him slip out with a gasp. You’re propped up on top of Yoongi now, ass in the air between Joon’s grip, hands on Yoongi’s shoulders for support.
“You okay?” Joon asks and you feel his fingers at your entrance, preventing Yoongi’s cum from dripping out.
“Yeah,” you nod with your head turned backwards to look at him. He smiles as he looks down at you, not meeting your eyes, view fixed on your rear. Your head snaps forward when he pushes the tip of his dick between your puffy folds and Yoongi watches you with a devilish expression, whispering to himself, “Hell yeah.”
Joon goes on, pressing his groin into you further, driving his length deeper and stretching your walls with a slow thrust that makes you gasp for air. His hands roam along your sides and to your front, where he’s grabbing at your tits and begins kneading them. He grunts deeply when he bottoms out, the sound echoing off the walls. His moves turn animalistic quickly, apparently unable to hold himself back any longer when he pulls almost all the way out of you just to thrust back in harshly. You cry out at the motion, your walls contracting uncontrollably around him as he keeps on bullying himself into you.
“You should see her face, Joonie,” Yoongi chuckles before cupping your cheeks. He brings his lips to yours and kisses you deeply, tongues meeting in a sloppy way as you are launched back and forth from behind. “She loves it when you go all wild. Don’t you? Drives you crazy when he acts like a caveman, huh.”
You nod all pathetic and flustered, too helpless to even pretend you’re not into this. Because you are. Just the thought of how Joon is taking you now, picked straight out of Yoongi’s lap, could get you off and you sob when he picks up his pace. Every thick inch of him brushes along your ridges, squeezed so tightly inside of you, you begin to fear you’re not going to make it. Joon brings his hands to your hips to hold you in place.
“You’re so into this,” Yoongi beams as he brings one hand to your chest, pinching your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. His other hand wanders down to your pussy, fingertips rubbing your clit while Joon’s still fucking you from the back. “You can give us one more, right?”
Oh you definitely can, you feel like you’re about to explode anyway. “Yeah,” you nod, swallowing down another sob as he starts circling you.
“Hear that, Joonie?” Yoongi asks. “She’s close.”
Joon’s not doing any better apparently, as he just groans in response, the snap of his hips now frenzied. A hot drop of sweat falls from his chin onto your back and runs down your side, tickling your skin on its way and giving you goosebumps.
Yoongi holds your face up now, hand squeezing your chin, the other still working its wonders on your clit. “Come on doll. One more for Joonie.”
You nod, feeling the high approaching rapidly, coil tightening inside your abdomen and it’s only getting worse with how much shit Yoongi’s talking again.
“He’s fucking you so good, huh,” he breathes, barely above a whisper. “He deserves to feel you coming all over him too. Go on, give it to him.”
The coil snaps, making you see stars, eyes rolling back into your head with a moan as another wave of pleasure strikes through you like a whip. Limbs giving in, you fall forward against Yoongi’s chest, who immediately brings his arm around you, holding you close through your orgasm. “That’s right. Doing so good,” he praises you. “Ride it out.”
Joon feels like he’s about to have a heart attack. The way you squeeze and throb around him is borderlining on torture. He grips your hips tighter to prevent you from collapsing, thrusting as deep as he can, as far as your perfect, tainted pussy allows him to go and you contract on him again, making him lose his final thread of sanity. He throws his head back, burying himself to the hilt, dick twitching as he releases a hot gush of his cum inside of you. His chest is heaving as he’s gasping for breath, hip trembling against yours while he rides out his high too.
There’s cum oozing out of you on the side, dripping down your leg now, making him feel even more deranged as he watches it trickle, his dick jerking once more at the sight. He groans, then pulls out carefully and holds you by the waist as he lets himself fall onto the couch next to Yoongi.
You’re led to lie down on top of them, with your ass in Yoongi’s lap, back across Joon’s, and your legs carefully pulled up to prevent more cum from dripping out of you. Yoongi pulls them down though and spreads your knees apart, watching intently as a thick glob of their combined loads leaks out of you, landing on his thigh. “Shit,” he laughs breathlessly. “Look at you, dirty girl.”
Joon caresses your face, fingers stroking your temple and then your hair as he leans over to Yoongi for a kiss. You sigh as you watch them while Yoongi reaches for your hand with his eyes closed. His thumb brushes across your skin tenderly, his other hand finding your hip to hold on to.
You stay in that spot for a moment, catching your breath, brain starting to comprehend the way you just got fucked. You laugh to yourself in disbelief, the guys’ attention falling to you at the sound.
“What's up?” Joon asks, grinning.
You shake your head, still giggling. “Nothing. That was just…”
“Insane?” Joon asks.
“Awesome?” Yoongi asks at the same time.
“Yes,” you nod. “Both. Ugh, and I need another shower now.”
“We do too,” Joon replies as he begins to pick you up bridal style, one hand under your knees, the other below your shoulders, then gets up and kisses your cheek before carrying you to the bathroom, a giddy Yoongi in tow.
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A/n: hehe soooo yeah! i need a shower, please let me know if you liked it or not :]
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