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“I’ve got a question.”

It was Yoongi who had said it, turning around in his chair as he pulled his headphones down to rest around his neck. It was one of the few times he had flown you out to him in Korea; normally you didn’t like to bother him with such trivial things, but he had wanted to see you, his thick hands kneading into your thighs as you had rode him in the backseat of the SUV.

You were currently in his studio, content to just scroll through Twitter and YouTube on your phone as you lounged on the couch while he worked. It was the first you had heard of his voice in a couple of hours, minus the mumbles he held under his breath, voicing his thought process. Clicking your phone off, you placed it down, giving your beloved your full, un-divided attention. “What’s up?”

Yoongi paused, pouting his cheeks as he thought. You felt he looked absolutely precious like that, to the point where you had to refrain yourself from getting up to nibble on them. Favorite beanie atop his head, it fanned his blonde hair out, making it almost poofy. You knew it wouldn’t stay blonde for long; only like this as an in-between for whatever color he decides to go with next. “No, not really a question. More like… a concern.”

Eyes wide, you sat up. There wasn’t much that bothered Yoongi, and even less that he might need your help with. You didn’t mind that he took care of a lot of personal problems on his own; you did the same, after all. The two of you were both very independent creatures by nature, which might contribute to the fact of why your relationship worked as well as it did. He sighed, bringing your focus back on him. “I’m worried about Namjoon-ah.”

You hummed in understanding, immediately knowing what he was referring to. Yours and Yoongi’s relationship was not exactly… normal, by any standards. The two of you played what might be seen as a “game” to others, but it was an integral part of how the two of you worked. You were a very promiscuous being: flirtatious and a tease. Yoongi was extremely possessive of you, and yet at the same time loved to flaunt you off. The results of this came by you flirting with other men in front of Yoongi, pushing his boundaries until he broke and showed you just exactly who you belonged to.

Of course, from the outside this could look very toxic and unhealthy, but you and Yoongi had explicitly discussed in detail the limits and guidelines you two would abide by, along with the constant reassurance of consent.

That being said, it certainly took all the other members by surprise during one of your first outings with the group as ‘Yoongi’s girl’, flirting with the cameramen, the waiters, showing off ample cleavage to make anyone’s head spin. As expected, they were concerned and protective of their brother, and it wasn’t until Yoongi awkwardly explained that this was just how the two of you operated, that they slowly began to understand.

Or got used to it, whichever came first. Now, they just tried to turn a blind eye to your shenanigans, but sometimes they do play into it, acting upset or disgusted that you would so blatantly do this.

Except for Namjoon.

“Have you tried talking to him again about it?” you offered. You knew the boys cared about you; at the end of the day, anyone could tell that you and Yoongi were madly in love with one another, and if Yoongi was satisfied with his relationship, his brothers would support him (and you, by default). But sometimes, it still felt like Namjoon truly despised you for your sultry actions.

He sighed, scratching at his head through the beanie. “I’ve tried but he just doesn’t seem to… understand? I think he thinks I’m getting legitimately mad and it’ll cause discourse within the group. If anything, this headache is just affecting my work ethic!” You puckered your lips, staring passed him and at the computer screen. You really couldn’t tell the difference about what was on it, but if Yoongi said he was getting frustrated, then this was indeed a concern. Namjoon was so worried this would be affecting the group that it is… just not in the way he thinks.

“Maybe he needs a live demonstration to show that we’re not actually upset with one another?” you joked, biting down on your lip as you thought about Namjoon standing off to the side in the corner as Yoongi domm’ed the shit out of you. But when Yoongi didn’t immediately respond to dismiss the idea like you thought, you focused back in on him to see his brow furrowed in thought.

“Maybe he does…” Yoongi mumbled under his breath, and your own caught in your throat. He continued. “Maybe he needs the chance to put you in your place, so he can understand why we act the way we do.”

“You don’t like sharing Yoongi,” you stated, and it was true. It’s why your relationship worked, how jealous he would become if another man simply looked in your general direction.

“You’re right, I don’t. But the group is different. I trust them not to steal you away from me. And you know better than to run into another man’s arms.” He eyed you down, dark brown eyes piercing into your own. You swallowed, squeezing your thighs together. Yoongi noticed; he always notices. “You like this idea, don’t you? The idea of being passed around like a little fuck toy.”

Yoongi stood up, and you instantly cowered, whimpering under his dominating persona. “No Sir, I only want you.”

“Liar,” Yoongi spat out, taking the two steps needed to tower over you, hand coming out to grasp at your chin, holding your head in place. “Tell me how you really feel.”

You stared up at him, hesitating only for a moment, until he squeezed your cheeks together impatiently. “You’re… You’re all so attractive, so I certainly wouldn’t mind…”

Yoongi chuckled, that deep raspy tone that always makes your panties wet, his upper lip curling into a smirk. “I bet you want all your little slutty holes filled by us, all at the same time too. Hmm? Is that what you think about at night? When I’m not there to fuck you senseless?”

You moaned, panting at his words, wriggling around in your seat as you kept your arms obediently to the side. “Yes. Yes, I want all my holes filled by your brothers. Please, please let them fuck me Sir.”

Yoongi used his grip on your chin to pull your head up higher, stretching the muscles until you were whining in pain. Only then did he lean down, smothering your mouth with his in a kiss. It was sloppy due to the fact he was pinching your lips, but you tried your best to show your enthusiasm. It wasn’t until you tried licking at his teeth that he pulled away, the words tumbling out of your parted lips. “Please fuck me Sir. Fuck me. I’ll help you forget all about your stress.”

“Hmm.” Yoongi paused, pretending to think about it, before leaning back down, brushing his nose against yours. “No.” And he pushed you back, letting go of your face, your body hitting the back of the couch with an ‘oomph’.

You whined, crossing your legs over one another but he ignored you, sitting back down in his seat and turning back to the computer. “No fair,” you mumbled under your breath, glaring at the back of his head. Now you were all worked up, and though you could certainly do something about it yourself, you were too comfy to leave the room. And pleasing yourself in here would only get you into trouble. Letting yourself collapse back down on the couch with a huff, you picked up your forgotten phone, hoping it would distract you from the wet spot in your underwear.

You knew Yoongi would take care of you later when he wasn’t busy with work; he always did.

~ ~ ~

The conversation was dropped for the next couple of weeks, having flown back to your own home country and gotten swept up in your own work schedule. It wasn’t until Yoongi sent you a text one day that it got brought back up again.

I talked to Namjoon.

That’s what it said, in English no doubt. You sent back a couple of question marks, not exactly sure what he was referring to.

About sharing you.

He agreed.

Your fingers shook, thankful you were sitting at a desk because that’s what your phone was dropped onto. All at once, the thoughts of that conversation came rushing back. A part of you still couldn’t believe Yoongi was okay with this, with sharing you… You bit down on your lip, more excited than you probably should be, texting back Oh really?... to your beloved.

The two of you talked off and on about the situation, securing dates and flight information because eventually you had to tell him you needed to get back to work. It was early evening in Yoongi’s time, but you still had a full day ahead of you. Not that would be able to concentrate after the conversation you just had. No, you were wired now, hardly able to wait the time you would have to before this plan could come to fruition. You wondered if Namjoon was as excited as you were; he agreed to this, so that meant he wanted to do this, right? You knew Yoongi was excited; as part of the last message he sent you, he included a picture of him grabbing at the front of his sweatpants, causing you to chastise him for sending you that while you were at work.

Oh, how you’d much rather wish you were on your knees in front of him than here now…

~ ~ ~

It was a nervous excitement, as you made your way to their dorm. A month or so later and your schedules lined up so that you were back in Korea, currently having been just dropped off at their abode. You had spent the entire morning picking out your outfit and felt kinda ridiculous walking around in it in broad daylight. It was an outfit meant for the nighttime scene but it showed off your assets and that’s exactly what you were going for. It was a shiny, silver, strapless dress, the top clinging to your breasts as they barely held it up.  It went to mid-thigh, hugging every curve on you for the world to see. Paired with some heels and dangly bracelets, you felt like you could take on the world.

Or seduce Yoongi’s bandmates.

The plan was for you to openly flirt with Namjoon until Yoongi walked in and saw. Yoongi was very clear on what he wanted you to do, but evaded any questions you asked about Namjoon, which caused you to believe that Yoongi hadn’t exactly filled in his leader on what was all going to happen. You wondered how much of a shock that would cause, and you slightly hoped when you found Namjoon none of the other members would be around.

You certainly didn’t want it to seem like you were trying to cheat on Yoongi.

Knocking on the door, you held your arms behind your back, thrusting your chest out as you arched your back. Which threw Jungkook off as he opened the door, his head dipping down to your chest before springing back up like a bobblehead. “N-Noona! What-What are you doing here?” he asked, eyes wide and nervous.

You pursed your lips together, shiny with gloss, shifting your hips to one side, giggling to yourself when you watched Jungkook’s eyes nervously flit around. “I’m here to see Yoongi. Could you go get him for me Kookie?”

Jungkook nodded his head, taking any excuse he could to get away from you, dashing from the door. You stepped forward just before it closed, going ahead and letting yourself in, pausing at the threshold as you stopped. Your shoes really pulled the whole slutty look together; it would be a shame to take them off. But it was respectful and courteous to do so, knowing Yoongi would be pissed you if you walked around on their hardwood floors click-clacking everywhere.

On second hand…

You shook your head, sighing, already lifting one leg up to unhook the strap, depositing your shoes by the rest of the boys, tip-toeing barefoot into the dorm. You hardly had to make it very far before you found your destination. Namjoon was in the kitchen, bent over as his head was in the refrigerator, bottles and jars clinking around one another as he looked for something. You waited until he straightened back up before calling out to him. “Hey Namjoon.”

Namjoon replied back with your name, his voice a low grumble, still looking down as he poured himself a drink, his dirty blond hair slicked back out of his face. Even though you were older than Namjoon, you didn’t mind that he didn’t call you ‘noona’. The maknae line were the only ones that really seemed insistent on calling you that, which you were perfectly alright with. It gave you more to tease them about.

 “I didn’t realize you were coming over,” Namjoon said to you in English, finally taking a sip of his drink as his eyes drifted over to where you were standing. You watched his eyes widen, breathing in before suddenly coughing, sputtering as he set the glass back down. You usually conversed with Namjoon in English most of the time, the leader being considerate and speaking to you in your native language. You honestly didn’t mind speaking Korean with the rest of the boys, though some of the slang and play on words still went over your head.

You smoothed your hands over your hips, feeling the material of your dress. You didn’t need to straighten it out any, but you knew Namjoon’s eyes would be watching you. Fluffing a hand through your hair, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Yoongi’s taking me out tonight. How do I look Joon?” Perching your hands on your hips, you posed for him, tilting your hips to the side as you pouted your lips together, batting your eyes.

“Last I heard, hyung said he was working all night,” Namjoon replied, the shock of your outfit now over as he sipped generously.

“You didn’t answer my question Namjoon,” you said, refusing to let him off the hook, stepping closer into his personal space. “Do I look hot? Sexy?” You paused, looking up at him, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Fuckable?”

Namjoon swore under his breath, recognizing the Korean word, taking a step back from you. “This is a highly inappropriate topic,” he said, spitting your name out as he looked out over the bar in the kitchen. You looked passed the living space, down the hallway where both Namjoon and Yoongi’s studio was. There was no doubt in your mind that Yoongi knew you were here by now; it wouldn’t have taken Jungkook this long to tell him. So you only had a few more minutes at best to try and get Namjoon wrapped around your finger.

You wondered how far you could push him, before he would either break or fall off the edge. Yoongi could take a lot that you dished out, would Namjoon be easier? The thought of someone new, trying to find their limits, made your stomach clench with arousal. “Why?” you countered back, tugging your lower lip between your teeth, Namjoon’s eyes fixated on the motion. “I’m just asking you a question. The only way it would be inappropriate would be if you’re thinking about fucking me.” Your switch to Korean threw him, his jaw clenched as his hissed your name out, looking around to make sure none of his brothers heard.

“I know this is yours and hyung’s… thing,” Namjoon said, gesturing his hands at you, all pretenses of speaking English gone. “But you don’t bring the rest of us into it.”

You shrugged, acting nonchalant, fingers reaching out to drift across his collarbone. Before you could even touch him, he snatched at your hand, his large hand easily wrapping around your smaller one. His grip was tight, squeezing your fingers in his grasp, before suddenly realizing it and dropping it. “But you’re so hot Namjoon. All of you are. I just can’t…” You wrapped your arms around yourself, under your breasts, pressing them up as you hugged yourself. You breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. “help myself.”

His jaw was ticking. You watched it as he ran his tongue from one side to the other, brows furrowed in thought. That little doubt in the back of your mind saying that you might be making things worse was starting to grow; oh boy. You might have actually pissed Namjoon off.

“Aah, there you are.”

A new voice pierced through the both of you, Namjoon’s expression turning panicked. You both turned to see Yoongi standing at the threshold of the hallway, hands tucked into his sweatpants. His hair was still blonde, hidden underneath a backwards snapback, and the thought of you being sandwiched between these two beautiful golden men was making you salivate.

“Hey Yoongi!” you said cheerfully, quickly turning from Namjoon and exiting the kitchen, moving to place yourself in front of your beloved. Yoongi merely quirked an eyebrow at your outfit, taking a hand out of his pocket and holding it up in front of you. You took it, letting him twirl you around in a slow circle so he could see every angle of you. “Do you like my outfit I picked out for tonight?”

Yoongi hummed, placing his hand back in his pocket as he stared lazily at you. “It will certainly fit the mood, because you look like a whore.” He said it so calmly, as if he was talking about what to eat, but you bristled at the tone regardless. His eyes glanced over your shoulder, indicating he was done talking to you as he spoke his next words. “Wouldn’t you agree Namjoon-ah?”

You turned your head, surprised to see Namjoon had followed you out into the living room. He, however, seemed shocked he was being pulled into the conversation. Usually when Yoongi would degrade you in front of them, it was the start of your foreplay, the two of you quickly moving somewhere private afterwards. “Um.” Namjoon coughed, refusing to meet your eyes. “I don’t think it’s my place to say anything hyung.”

“No, it’s fine,” Yoongi rebutted, stepping closer to you, reaching out to gently touch your cheek, fingers tracing down the curve of your jaw before grasping it between his fingers. “She’s likes being a fucking whore, don’t you?” His English was deep, already heavy with lust. It made you whimper softly, having him be so dominate in front of someone else. Your sound seemed to affect both men, hearing Namjoon shuffle in place behind you. Yoongi forcible turned your head, to see Namjoon staring at you with dark eyes. You glanced lower, your tongue feeling dry at the thought that he might be hard in his pants.

“I like being a fucking whore,” you repeated back in English, looking straight at Namjoon as you said it. Namjoon swore again, this time louder, running a hand over his chin as he thought about how to respond to that.

“Then yes, I… I agree.” He cleared his throat, looking from you to Yoongi and back again. Yoongi let go of your chin, satisfied with the interaction.

“Namjoon-ah, wasn’t there something you were supposed to show me in your studio?”

 Namjoon blinked, eyebrows raising up into his hairline. “… Sure hyung. Right this way.”

Namjoon brushed passed the two of you, stalking down the hallway. Yoongi held his hand out, gesturing for you to go before him, his hand on the small of your back as you went passed, trailing up your spine until it reached into your hair. Though he wasn’t gripping you at all, his touch burned, your body instinctively used to his punishments. Yoongi had trained you well.

The three of you stopped in front of Namjoon’s studio, the leader punching numbers into the keypad before it unlocked with a soft beep. “Color?” Yoongi said breathily into your ear, his fingers wrapping around the back of your collarbone.

“Green,” you breathed back, eyes never leaving Namjoon’s broad form as he entered his studio.

“Green,” Yoongi confirmed, placing a small kiss at your temple before pushing you inside, the door slamming shut behind him.

Inside, Yoongi immediately went around you, walking over to Namjoon’s desk like it was his own, pulling the chair out with his feet and spinning it around before taking a seat in it. “Jungkook told me you were here,” Yoongi stated, lacing his fingers together as he placed them in his lap. “Why didn’t you immediately come back?”

You placed your arms behind you back, staring at Yoongi with defiance. “I wanted to ask Joonie about my outfit.” You saw from the corner of your eye how Namjoon’s jaw ticked with the nickname. All three of you knew how childish and unnecessary that name sounded right now.

“Does that matter?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, hidden behind his backwards cap. He flicked his eyes over to Namjoon. “Was my girlfriend coming onto you, Namjoon-ah?”

Namjoon’s hands were stuffed into his pockets, chin jutted out, finally coming to terms with the plan you two were laying out. “Yes hyung, she was. I told her I didn’t want to play games.”

“So is my dick not enough for you?” Yoongi’s voice spat like fire, still level but his eyes said otherwise. “You’re trying to fuck my brothers too?”

You opened your mouth to respond but Yoongi suddenly stood up, and your entire demeanor changed. Knees locking together, you curled in on yourself, head bowing slightly. “Sir’s dick is enough for me but…” You paused looking up as much as you could from your bowed state from Yoongi to Namjoon. “But Sir has such attractive brothers. I-I couldn’t help myself.”

“That mouth always gets you into trouble. I think someone should fill it.” Yoongi tilted his head at Namjoon before settling back down in the seat, propping one leg up on the chair. You stood up a little bit straighter, looking at Namjoon and waiting for directions. Though his eyes were dark with lust, his posture was one of hesitancy. “Go on, tell her what to do,” Yoongi goaded, coaching the younger man. “She’ll run over you otherwise.”

“On your knees,” Namjoon instructed, sucking in a breath through his teeth when you immediately complied, legs folding in under you. “Hands in your lap. Shit.” He cursed when he saw how eager you were to obey. Seeing how easily you submitted must have pulled a switch in Namjoon, his aura becoming more confident as he stalked towards you, towering over your form. “Do you realize what you look like right now?”

“Call her names,” Yoongi added in, running a palm over his sweats. “The slut likes to be degraded.”

“Do you know what you looked like when you walked in?” Namjoon started again, not giving you enough time to answer before continuing. “A fucking whore.” You felt a shiver run down your spine at the words, hearing the growl in them. “Wearing this small, tight dress, barely covering your ass and tits… Just begging to be fucked, aren’t you?”

You moaned, eagerly shaking your head. “Yes Sir, please.”

“Master,” Namjoon correctly sternly, and your thighs clenched together at the word.

“Yes Master, please. Please fuck this whore.”

“Fuck, you’ve really trained her well.” Namjoon’s comment went over your head as he looked back at Yoongi, who merely hummed in agreement. You were surprised he was taking this so well, to the point where it looked like he was getting off on you submitting to someone else. “You really think you deserve to be fucked? After the way you talked to me out there?” Your focus was pulled back in, watching as Namjoon unzipped his pants, rustling them down just enough to pull out his cock, already hard and leaking with precum.

A hand was in your hair, pushing your head forward, your mouth instantly opening up as you suckled on his cock, feeling him immediately push it to the back of your throat. “Anybody could have walked in and seen you flirting with me, the leader. Do you know how that would have looked?” Namjoon had your hair tightly pulled, pistoning his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking you as he pleased. You tried to moan a response, it getting lost between the gags deep in your throat, moving your hands up to grip his thighs and support yourself. His cock was suddenly ripped out of your throat, fingers digging into your scalp. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he growled through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry Master!” you cried, immediately moving your hands under your legs so you wouldn’t dare try again. You opened your mouth, begging for his cock again, watching as it bobbed, dripping wet with your saliva.

Namjoon pushed it back in, you running your tongue along the bottom vein and hearing him groan. “Look at you. Moaning around someone else’s cock like the whore you are.” And it was like the floodgates had been opened, Namjoon spilling out his aggression and frustration into the way he was face-fucking you. “God, you piss me off sometimes. Walking around, flirting with anything that moves. If you were my bitch, you wouldn’t dare to try and act so high and mighty.”

You moaned your forgiveness, tears spilling from your eyes at how hard and fast he was abusing your throat. You in pain seemed to spur Namjoon on, his eyes rolling back at your form before finally pulling his cock free from you, releasing his hold on your face. Saliva spilled from your mouth, getting all over your knees and the floor as you coughed, sucking in lungfuls of air. Namjoon stood panting above you, one hand gripping his cock so tight, the bulbous head was starting to turn purple.

“Feel better?” Yoongi’s deep voice, heavy with arousal, pierced through the air. You sniffled, turning to look at him to see he had pulled his own cock out, leisurely stroking it at the scene before him.

“I do.” Namjoon sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde locks before crouching down in front of you, cupping your cheeks as he started to wipe away the drool and tears. “You did so well,” he cooed at you softly.

You sniffled again, heart warming at the praise. “Thank you Master. I’m sorry I made you so upset and angry.”

“Call her ‘baby’ when she does well.” Yoongi’s voice was like a million miles away, your head growing cloudy as you thought about the job well done you just performed. You did good; Master said you did good.

“Does my baby want a reward?” Namjoon asked, you nodding your head once before his lips were on your own, kissing you softly. He tasted sweet, like fruit, his tongue licking across your own gently. As soon as it had started, he was pulling away, gripping at you enough to lift you up and place you down on something. “Lie back,” he instructed, and you realized belatedly that you were laying on his wooden tree table. “Master’s gonna reward you for taking your punishment so well.” You hummed, feeling Namjoon’s fingers ghost around your thighs, pushing the material of your dress up until it bunched around your stomach. “Dirty girl,” Namjoon chuckled, flicking at the edge of your dark lacy panties. You wore Yoongi’s favorite, and they contrasted so nicely with your silver dress.

You felt Namjoon tug them down, lips wet from the sticky residue, and you spread your legs wide for him once he finished pulling them off. There was a hand at your chest, suddenly pulling your dress down so that your breasts were exposed. It couldn’t have been Namjoon; both of his hands were rubbing circles into your inner thighs. “Dirty indeed.” Yoongi’s low drawl had you glancing up at him, eyes half-lidded as he stepped into your field of vision, taking in your form. “Didn’t even wear a bra.”

You squirmed slightly; you couldn’t tell if Yoongi was upset or not at this endeavor. “Does Sir and Master approve?” you ask, your question trailing off into a gasp as Namjoon’s tongue came into contact with your wet folds, lapping at your entrance. You drummed your fingers against the grain, desperate for something to hold onto you.

“Does that answer your question?” Yoongi asked, chuckling at your flushed form, watching as your back arched when Namjoon hit a more sensitive spot on you, circling your clit. He moved to stand over you, hands reaching for your breasts, molding the flesh between his fingers. Your eyes hungrily watched his cock, still peeking out from the top of his sweats, as Yoongi rested his knees on the table, hunched over you.

You tried to reach for it, but every time you lifted your head from the table, Yoongi would pinch your nipples or Namjoon would nip at your clit, shudders racking through your form. Eventually, you gave up, moaning wantonly as both men pleased you, basking in the sensations.

Namjoon sucked at your clit, tongue licking up your essence, before pulling away with a loud smack, his hot breath fanning out against your thigh. “Hyung, can I?” he asked, eyes blown wide as he stared up at his elder from between your legs.

Yoongi hummed in thought, giving your breasts a playful smack before pulling away, looming over you. “Condom,” he said, and you could hear Namjoon shuffling away to retrieve one. “You’re doing such a good job baby. Here,” Yoongi praised, cupping your cheeks as he moved you forward some, so that your head was hanging off the side before kneeling in front of you. He leaned forward, kissing you upside-down, long fingers gently tangling in your hair to support your head.

His mouth was soft and sweet and you moaned into it, closing your eyes as you felt his tongue trace over your top lip, flicking against the bottom of your gums. It felt weird, kissing him like this, opening your eyes when you felt him pull away, his eyes dark and glassy as he rubbed at your scalp.

There were hands gripping your thighs again, spreading them impossibly wider, someone’s cock slipping past your entrance. You knew it was Namjoon, wanted to look up and watch him slide his cock into you, but Yoongi’s grip suddenly tightened, keeping your head bent off the table. “C’mon baby. Let the whole dorm know who’s fucking you.” Yoongi’s voice growled, Namjoon slowly rubbing up and down before it caught at your entrance, the lube from yourself and the condom easily letting him slip inside. You moaned, feeling so incredibly full, your body long having adjusted to just your man’s cock. The two men above you groaned at the sight, Namjoon pushing it further, further, until he was nestled inside you, pelvises touching one another. He stayed like that for a moment, letting the two of you adjust to one another, before he was pulling out and slamming back inside, the force of it making you slight across the table slightly, before his grip on your thighs pulled you back to him, stuffing him even further into you.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned, Yoongi using the opportunity of your mouth opening to shove his own cock in, muffling you. You tongued at the underside of his dick, the position of him being upside-down in you strange, his bulbous head rubbing against the back of your tongue instead of the roof of your mouth. In fact, this position didn’t seem to trigger your gag reflex as bad, Yoongi quickly catching on as he pushed his dick farther, positively growling as he watched it disappear down your throat.

“How’s my little bitch like it, being stuffed on either end with cocks?” he groaned out between clenched teeth, starting to shallowly thrust into your mouth when he heard your vibrated reply along his cock. “How’s she feel Namjoonie?”

“Urgh, she’s so tight hyung…” Namjoon’s fingers danced along your thigh before suddenly grabbing one and pulling it higher, placing it on his shoulder as he shuffled forward, kneeling on the table as well. Your back arched in a muffled cry, Namjoon’s cock now hitting your g-spot every time he thrusted forward. “You’re taking these cocks so well baby.”

You gasped, the conflicting emotions of Yoongi’s derogatory growl and Namjoon’s praising purr caused your stomach to tighten, the urge to cum building up incredibly fast. Your hands were scrambling for Yoongi’s thighs, tapping your fingers against the firm muscle. You needed to tell them, you needed to let them know. You were a good girl and good girls didn’t cum without permission.

Yoongi pulled his cock from your mouth, it bobbing and smacking against your chin. You swallowed down any excess saliva you could. “Master, Sir, I need to cum,” you cried loudly, trying to look up but all you could see was Yoongi’s cock and balls. You distracted yourself by darting your tongue out, licking at the parts of his scrotum you could reach.

“You need to cum?” It was Yoongi’s condensing tone, talking to you like you were stupid. You felt his penis smack at you again before there were fingers being shoved into your mouth, retching it open, his thumb hooked under the back of your front teeth while the rest were pressed down against your tongue. It was painful, stretching your jaw to the max, and you whined. “You don’t need fucking anything.”

“Hyung, if she needs to cum, we’ll let her cum,” Namjoon added in, grunting as he slammed his cock in particularly hard. “We’ll let her cum so many times she’ll be begging us to stop.”

There was a hand on your clit – you knew it was Yoongi’s – expertly twisting the nub in just the way he knew would make you cream. “Is that what you want?” Yoongi asked with a dark chuckle. “You wanna be a slut and just come whenever you want?”

As soon as he removed his fingers, you were babbling out apologies. “N-No Sir, I’m-I’m sorry. I-I don’t wanna…” Your thoughts derailed as your muscles clenched, cumming without warning, tongue hanging out as you felt your orgasm wash over you. It wasn’t until the waves finally subsided that you felt Namjoon still pumping into you, now at a leisurely pace, Yoongi’s fingers still flicking at your clit like nothing had happened.

You screamed, hips starting to twist at the oversensitivity, but both men pinned you down, Yoongi shoving his cock back down your throat to muffle the screams. “You wanna come so bad, so do it again. Like the whore you are,” the rapper commanded, hand squeezing your throat, feeling his cock slide down it with every push, fingers still working your button.

Your build-up was even quicker this time, your toes tingling as the pain slowly turned back into pleasure, tears leaking from your eyes as you came again. Jaw aching, you started to slack, teeth brushing against Yoongi’s cock, the man leaning back up with a grunt, thumbs pressed against your windpipe as he used the grip on your head to pound into you. The blood rush was making you light-headed, Yoongi moving his fingers right as he orgasmed, shooting his load straight down your throat. “Swallow it,” he grunted, and you did so automatically, throat flexing around his cock, sucking as you swallow down your saliva and his cum.

He pulled away slowly, letting you lap at his cock until it was fully out of your mouth, leaving your mouth hanging open to show that you swallowed every last drop. Yoongi bent down, tugging his snapback off, throwing it to the side as he ran his hands through his sweaty blonde locks. “Good job baby,” he cooed, palming at your cheeks and pushing your own hair out of your face. “How about you cum one more time for us, hmm?” Yoongi grinned, and you felt Namjoon pick up the pace, slamming into you as he started to chase his own high, his thumb rubbing against your abused nub.

“Nuh! N-No more, stop please,” you begged, your body betraying your sensitivity as it thrusted up more into the leader’s touch.

Yoongi cupped a hand over your mouth, your screams silenced as his other hand roamed through your hair. “You can do it baby, you’re so good, so close.” Yoongi was mumbling into your ear, and you cried, tears trailing down into your hairline, hands banging on the wooden table as you came, feeling every muscle in your body contract and then release, Namjoon softly biting down into your leg, stuttering as he came as well.

For a while, the three of you just stayed like that, panting heavily, feeling your own heart thump loudly against your ribcage. You felt Namjoon pull himself free from you, the latex of the condom irritating your abused hole as you slightly squirmed away from it. He carefully lowered your leg back down the floor, helping move you down the table slightly so your head was no longer hanging off the edge. You closed your eyes, feeling the world spin around you as your blood flow returned to normal. You listened to the two of them mumble softly in Korean, your mind too wiped to try and bother with translating it, the low dulcets of their tones relaxing you.

“Aah shi – I’m sorry I wasn’t prepared.” Namjoon’s quiet chuckle made you crack an eye open, seeing the two of them both shuffle their pants back into place, Namjoon continuing that he would grab some clothes and be right back, heading for the door.

Panic seized through you. What if someone was walking by right as he opened the door? Then they would see you here, open and exposed and stained with your sweat and cum. The thought of the members seeing you like this thrilled you in the moment but now embarrassment swirled through you, making you sick. You were sick, and the whole dorm probably heard you fucking another man, screaming on his dick as if it was Yoongi’s. What if they didn’t know Yoongi was in here, and just thought you were blatantly cheating on him?

Namjoon’s hand gripped the door handle, and the word was out of your mouth before you even knew it. “Yellow!” The two men froze, Yoongi gesturing for the younger to move away from the door before he was blocking your vision, cupping your face as he looked at you right-side up. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His thumbs wiped across your cheeks, removing the wetness that was there, and you shivered, suddenly cold.

“Wha-What if sum-someone sees and-and knows how-how much of a s-slut I am..” Your words trailed off into incoherent babbles, your own hands moving to grab at him, needing any kind of support you could get.

Yoongi’s eyes widened, shaking his head furiously no, leaning in to give you soft little pecks on the lips. “No baby no. No one thinks you’re a slut. Here.” And Yoongi was moving, wrapping his arms around to cradle you against him, lifting you off of the table, the suction sound finally being released loud and making your eyes close in shame. He crouch-walked to the nearby couch, laying you down on it before grabbing the blanket off the back and covering you with it. He then quickly moved to sitting on the couch, blocking your view from the door. “There. Now no one will be able to see you,” he said softly, petting at the top of your head.

It wasn’t until you gave a shaky nod that you heard Namjoon open the door, squeezing your eyes shut until you heard it close again, Yoongi’s soft voice calling your name. “Baby, no one heard you. I promise. Namjoonie’s studio is soundproof.” You sniffled, sitting up, the blanket pooling down in your lap as you reached for your beloved, Yoongi wrapping his arms around you and letting you bury you face into the side of his neck. He stayed quiet, letting you shake and hold onto him for as long as you needed, feeling his fingers run through your hair, trailing swirls and circles onto your bare shoulders.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt eventually, pulling back to kiss him once on the lips, Yoongi humming happily at the affection. You pulled away, eyes glancing back at the table, widening. “Oh God, Namjoon is gonna kill me.” The juices that had pooled around your thighs were stained into the table, streaks of white marring the marbled brown surface.

“Hmm, he put you there. He’ll get over it,” Yoongi dismissed, before the beeping of the keypad signaled someone entering. On the verge of leaving sub space, you felt much more secure, simply moving the top of your dress back into place, covering your breasts, as Namjoon opened the door.

“Sorry I took so long,” he apologized, moving around Yoongi to kneel in front of you, placing the clothes gingerly in your lap. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you, did I push you too far?”

“Namjoon, stop,” you interrupted, reaching out to poke a finger at where his dimple would be if he was smiling. “You were great. I had a ton of fun. I just got a little freaked out, that was all.”

“Oh.” Unsure of how to continue the conversation now that the scene was over, Namjoon stood back up, running a hand along the back of his neck. “Great. Um, Yoongi-hyung. I get it now.” He nodded stiffly at his elder, before quickly excusing himself, saying he had to make a phone call, the door closing silently behind him.

“Are things going to be awkward now?” you asked, stomach starting to twist at the idea that you might have made things complicated for the group.

Yoongi didn’t look at you as he answered, unfolding the articles of clothing to reveal a shirt and shorts for you to put on. “Namjoon-ah wouldn’t have agreed if he thought so. He’s just giving us some alone time.” You nodded, slowly moving the blanket away from you and standing up, instantly feeling the twinge of pain in your legs. It was a pleasant burn, though you cringed slightly as you rubbed your thighs together, feeling your dried essence there. “Besides,” Yoongi continued as you pulled your hands behind your back, reaching for the zipper on your dress. “If he felt awkward about it, he wouldn’t have taken your panties.”

Dress pooling at your feet, you turned around to face him, completely naked, mouth open in shock. “Yoongi!” you admonished your boyfriend, but he merely shrugged, smiling cheekily at you. “You’re impossible,” you huffed, quickly shuffling on the spare clothes you were given, being absolutely swaddled in them. “Can we take a shower now love?” you asked, switching to English at the pet name. As much as Yoongi wouldn’t admit it, you knew he loved it when you talked to him in your native language.

Picking up your dress for you, Yoongi threw it over his shoulder, opening up the door for the two of you. Although each of the boys had their own en-suite bathroom, you couldn’t stalk across the dorm commando with dried cum on you, so you headed towards the closest main bathroom, Yoongi hot on your heels. Right as you were reaching for the door to open it, Jungkook suddenly popped his head out, the two of you letting out a mutual noise of shock. “Noona!” Jungkook said, before fully taking in your appearance. New clothes, messy hair, smudged makeup, Yoongi as uncaring as ever standing behind you, your dress easily hanging off his shoulder. “Um, have fun?” the maknae asked hesitantly, staring down at you with a nervous expression on his face.

Seeing the youngest’s flushed appearance in front of you always brought out your teasing nature, and not even just getting railed by two of the rappers and having a drop in sub space was going to stop you. “Yeah. Maybe next time you should join.” You batted your eyelashes at him, watching as his ears turned red, his eyes flicking from your face to Yoongi’s behind you. You could see the wheels ticking in his mind, worrying about how he should proceed with this conversation.

“… What?” he squeaked, shuffling backwards back into the bathroom.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Yoongi huffed, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you from the door, down to the hall and assumingly to his room. You barely had time to say your goodbyes before the two of you were out of sight. “Really?” Yoongi’s English was deep, almost exasperated, like he couldn’t believe you had just said that.

You let him pull you along, content to just be hugging his side like you were. “What? I think it might be fun. Kookie seems like such a bottom, and I haven’t gotten to top someone in a while.” You heard Yoongi’s chuckle, rumbling deep from within his chest, his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned down slightly to whisper in it.

“We’ll see.”