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“How did it go?” you ask when Yoongi enters the apartment.
He collapses on the couch facing the entry door. “Still not done.” He sighs, running hands through his hair. “It'll be another day to finish recording, at least.”
You plop next to him, draping your bare legs over his thighs.
“Where’s Jungkook?” he asks.
“Running late. He said we should start without him,” you say as his fingertips slide up your leg.
“Just us for now, huh?” He hums happily in a rare moment for just you two.
He leans his head back on the couch and you run fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp.
“Mmmm,” he exhales. “Now, that’s gonna put me to sleep.”
“Oh, I'll keep you awake,” you say, straddling his lap on the couch. It’ll make for a pleasant view when Jungkook walks through the door. In just a shirt and bare underneath, you keep fingers tangled in Yoongi’s hair, kissing him long and deep, breathing him in.
You press your lips to his neck, feel the goosebumps rise on his skin and pull away to admire the budding blemishes.
“Easy, noona,” he barely protests, exposing the line of his neck further and gripping your waist.
You lift his shirt while he undoes his belt, removing the hard length from his pants.
You hover over and slip his cock between your folds, bracing it with one of your hands and using the wetness to glide and tease over his shaft.
“So needy, baby girl,” he groans, watching while you slide. “Turn around,'' he directs.
Bending over slightly, you show yourself off before mounting him in reverse and sinking down onto his cock. With a hold on one of your hips, he pushes the shirt over your ass to watch it work.
You grind, slowly at first, lifting off and sinking back down onto him a few times, teasing.
Yoongi cinches the shirt around your waist and uses it as a lever to pull you onto him, rocking you back and forth, letting you bounce on his lap.
Hissing through his teeth, he stalls your hips. He wraps arms around your torso from behind as you both slow and bask in the feeling of being connected together. He slides hands up your sides to remove your shirt and places your feet on his thighs, lewdly parting your knees.
Dipping a hand between your legs, he rubs circles over your clit, sinking fingers inside and you shudder at his touch.
“Think you can last until Jungkook gets home?” he quips.
“There's no rule against it is there?” You hiccup out as you squirm on top of him, legs closing.
“Legs wide, baby. Let him see you,” he says.
On cue, Jungkook walks in and he doesn’t say a word. He keeps his eyes locked on you as he undresses, approaching where you are on the couch.
Yoongi increases his pace and you bite down on your lip, fighting your knees.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” Yoongi grumbles, and you spread wider, exposing yourself to Jungkook.
“Good girl,” Jungkook says, unbuttoning his pants, cock threatening. “Are you keeping Hyung’s cock nice and warm?” He palms himself a few times before leaning down to kiss you.
You nod as Yoongi stirs slow, torturous circles over your throbbing clit.
“So pretty,” Jungkook says, getting to his knees beneath you.
Yoongi moves his hands up to your breasts and gropes, kissing your neck from behind.
Jungkook leisurely drags his tongue from your core, between your folds and plants a kiss on your clit.
Yoongi gets a grip on the underside of both your thighs before they shut around Jungkook, leaving you no choice. Jungkook uses two fingers to part your lips and flick his tongue overtop, revealing you even further.
“Don't pretend you’re so shy, noona,” Jungkook teases as he swirls his tongue.
Yoongi rocks his hips beneath you, hitting that sweet spot inside. You cry and whine, over-stimulated and stuffed full.
Jungkook nudges your clit with his nose, spitting and sucking on your cunt. He vibrates his lips, guzzling on your pussy and letting it all spill down his chin.
“Gonna be a good girl and come for us?” Yoongi Beckons, hands still roaming on your trembling body. He pulls your nipples through his fingers while Jungkook works.
Your orgasm bubbles over, digging nails into Yoongi’s thighs as you cry out. He pulls your hair when you clench and contract around him and Jungkook's warm mouth sucks your worked pussy, making your legs shake.
“Mm, You’re dripping,” Jungkook teases, sucking his fingertips clean before standing to his feet.
He tangles a hand in your hair, holding both sides of your face. He exhales happily when he guides your lips onto his cock. You slide your mouth over him, sucking with eyes locked on his as he uses you.
“Been looking forward to this all day,” he whispers, stroking your cheek with his thumb and you hum happily at the praise.
He takes a step forward and pushes you to the base, surged forward by your gagging.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come,” Jungkook moans.
You use your hand to stroke and milk him into your mouth, never stopping until he pulses down your throat and groans, pleased.
Pulling your lips off, he watches the string of spit connecting you break.
Yoongi gives a praising spank and shifts you to bend you over the arm of the couch so he can properly plow into you.
Making his way to the side, Jungkook extends his hands. You grasp them and he holds you up, looking lovingly at you and pushing sweaty hair out of your face as Yoongi grips your hips and groans, filling you up.
You whine at the sudden void when Yoongi pulls out, panting.
You slump your back against the couch and Jungkook walks around to sit, draping an arm over your shoulder. Yoongi collapses his head to your lap, nuzzling his head under your fingertips again.