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“Mingi, where the hell are you taking me?” I ask. Being dragged to God knows where at 8:30 at night by my best friend was NOT on my 2024 bingo card.
“Don’t worry about it, but we’re gonna be late if we don’t get there soon, and I’m hoping that they pick volunteers,” He says, not looking back at me.
I roll my eyes and continue to let him drag me through the streets. “Okay, yeah, thanks for clearing that up dude. Real helpful,” I scoff.
“I’m sorry, but if I told you where we were going before hand, you would have never agreed,” He says, finally looking back at me.
I glare at him, “What do you mean? Where the hell are we going?”
Mingi looks like he’s about to avoid the question again, but I give him a look, and he stops running, turning back to me. “Fine, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise that you won’t kill me.”
I raise my eyebrows in suspicion, but I nod, “Okay, fine, as long as I get to know where we’re going, and why the hell I’m dressed like this.” I gesture to my clothes, which are a lot more revealing than I would have chosen for myself.
“So, you know how San and Seonghwa work at a nightclub?” he begins.
“Yeah, it’s some BDSM club right? San has invited me to go a bunch, but I never do,” I reply, confused.
“Yeah, well on Fridays, the club opens early to the public to showcase the club, sign up new members, hire new employees if needed, and teach people safe practices.”
“Huh, San never told me about that, but it makes sense why he keeps asking me to go on Fridays.”
Mingi nods, “Yeah, well, San invited me instead, and told me to try and convince you to come. Get you back into the community, and hopefully introduce you to a few people. So, that’s where I’m taking you to.”
“What? You’re saying you dragged me out of bed, got me dressed in,” I, again, gesture to my clothes, “this, and drag me halfway across town to go to a BDSM club when I could be binge watching BL Dramas and drowning my sorrows in ice cream?”
“Yes?”
“What the hell? Take me home, asshole,” I say, starting to walk in the other direction.
“Well, that’d be a bit of a moot point since we’re already here,” Mingi says, gesturing to the office building next to us. I turn and give him a confused look, to which he responds with a gesture saying to follow him.
Ever heard the saying, “Curiosity killed the cat?” Well, I don’t know about killing it, but it sure as hell wasn’t the same after this experience.
The first impression I got was just a normal office building. Beige walls, marble floors, simple decor. Nothing to indicate there was anything else going on. I watch with confusion as Mingi approaches the desk and begins to speak to the lady behind the desk. He says something about the club and an open house, before the woman smiles and tells him to head to basement level 2.
Mingi nods and leads me into the elevator pressing the button and waits until the door closes. I sigh and look at him, “It’s too late to back out now, isn’t it?” Mingi just smiles and nods, not looking at me as he waits for the doors to open. Nervously, I tug down the hem of my dress. Mingi, for whatever reason, chose this really short leather dress with gold accents from my closet that I don’t even remember purchasing. He grabbed a pair of black fishnets and thigh high boots to pair it with, and at first I was fine with it, until we left the house. All of the running around has caused the hem of my dress to ride up, which I can’t afford for that to happen, considering that the dress already goes to mid thigh.
I hear the chime of the elevator and I look up abruptly, and watch the doors open to a dark environment, every different from the office setting above. Mingi leads me out of the elevator and we find our way around the place, looking for San and Seonghwa.
“San should be at the bar, he’s the bartender here,” Mingi says, and I blink.
“What about Seonghwa?” I ask, looking around the place.
“Male dancer. He’s either helping out with the showcases, or getting ready to dance when the club opens at 10,” Mingi explains.
“You know a lot about this place,” I say, wondering if he goes here a lot.
“San brought me along a few times when he wasn’t working. That’s how I met Seonghwa,” Mingi smiles, leading me up to the bar and looking for San, who appears shortly after we arrive at the bar.
“Hey welcome to- Oh shit, hey Mingi,” San says, smiling at him before turning his eyes to me, “Y/n? He actually got you to leave the house after shitbag broke up with you?”
“Not by choice, trust me. I was dragged here. Literally,” I comment, side eyeing Mingi.
San shrugs and says, “Glad to see you. You look great.”
“Where’s Seonghwa?” Mingi asks, looking around.
San smiles and raises his eyebrows to the both of us, “You guys fans of Shibari?” Mingi and I look at each other before we shrug.
“There’s a first time for everything, I guess,” Mingi says, while I respond, “With people good at it, sure.” Mingi looks at me and I smile, feigning innocence. He rolls his eyes and San laughs. He calls over to his co-worker, asking if he’s good to man by himself for a few minutes. The other man, a shorter, bulky guy with a large, but attractive nose grunts and shoos us off.
San exits the bar and gestures for the both of us to follow, while talking at the same time, “Seonghwa and Hyunjin offered to help with some of the Shibari presentations before the live performance got here. I think Felix is doing Hyunjins, but I don’t know who’s doing Seonghwa.”
I snort, “Felix?” The most I knew about the guy is that he was this little pixie with a deep voice, and that Hyunjin is his best friend, but he didn’t strike me as the BDSM type.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover sweetheart. I said the same thing, and then I found out he is really good with knots. A little too good,” San laughs. I shrug, and continue to follow San until we reach a brighter area with 3 shibari cages, Seonghwa and Hyunjin displayed in the 2 off to the side, with the largest in the center.
Felix had Hyunjin suspended in the air with a Cross Chest Box Tie, suspended by Prusik Head knot, and multiple rings that secured him to the cage safely, where the man that was with Seonghwa had him in a Hishi Chest harness with his arms behind his back. Both men looked comfortable, and were talking easily with the crowds around them.
“Huh. Looks, oddly, really fun,” Mingi notes.
I nod, “It can be when done right. If it isn’t it can leave a lot of chafing, and be really uncomfortable.” Mingi and San both turn to look at me with strange expressions, to which I respond with, “What? I was in a Shibari class once. Sue me.” Mingi and San traded a look and looked back toward the front.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I spin to find myself facing two very attractive men, who were wearing friendly smiles. I return their smile hesitantly, and the one with longer hair says, “We couldn’t help but overhear. We’re teaching how to do this safely, and it’ll probably be easier if we tie someone experienced.”
I blink, surprised, “So you want me to help?” The man nods, and I look to the man next to him, who smiles and nods. I look over at Mingi, who nods, a little too eagerly. I look at them hesitantly and ask, “What are your names?”
“I’m Yang Jeongin, and this is my apprentice Kim Seungmin. We teach classes at our shop downtown. I assure you, this is purely for educational purposes.”
I mull it over in my head for a short time, before nodding, “Okay. I mean, what do I have to lose, you know?”
“I’m glad you see it that way, Miss?” He trails off, waiting for me to tell him my name.
“Oh, L/n. Y/n L/n,” I respond.
“Excellent. Did you want to do this clothed, or semi nude, Miss L/n?” He asks, his voice gentle.
“I don’t think this is the best outfit for this, so I’ll do it semi nude,” I smile, and he returns it easily.
“Wonderful. Seungmin and I need to go get our things set up, but We’ll see you up there in, say, 30 minutes?” Jeongin says. I nod and wait for him and Seungmin to get out of ear shot before I round on Mingi.
“I need you to get me a bra,” I say, looking at him seriously.
“Pardon?” He asks, half laughing
“From my house. One of the black ones. Here’s the key. Go. I’ll be by the bathrooms once I figure out where those are.” I say, shoving my keys in his hands.
“Why on Earth- are you not wearing one?”
“No, this is one of those dresses with the padded inserts so I don’t have to wear one.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It makes perfect sense, now just do it.” I watch him walk away, grumbling something about confusing women’s clothing. Honestly, I agree with him a little, because having that small of pockets is a little absurd.
I watch him leave and turn back to the front, scanning for a nearby bathroom. Over the heads of people, I can’t see any, other than the one that’s outside the area we’re in. I’m about to make my way to that bathroom, when San catches my arm, “You’ll want to go behind the stage. Just tell them you’re helping with the exhibition.” I smile and nod, making my way toward the stage.
I dodge in and out of people’s paths, heading toward the stage. I get stopped once or twice by a few groups, but I make it there pretty quickly, all things considered. I brush my hair out of my face and put on, what I hope is, a charismatic smile. I approach the bodyguard that’s stationed at the entrance and say, “Hi. I’m helping out with Mr.Yang’s and Mr.Kim’s exhibition. I need to change really quickly.”
The man looks skeptical, and speaks into his earpiece, “Hey, Wonho? Yeah, there’s this lady here saying that she’s helping with the exhibition. Could you confirm?” There’s a moment of silence before asking, “What’s your name?” I tell him, which he relays to this Wonho character. After a few more seconds, the man standing at the entrance moves aside, “My apologies ma’am.” I smile, and brush it off, walking past him.
I make my way to an empty changing room for women, and wait for Mingi’s text, which I get a short time later. I make my way back to the front of the stage, asking him to meet me at the side area I entered from.
When I see him being harassed by the same guard, I tap the guard’s shoulder, smiling at him and saying, “Sorry, he’s just giving me something. He won’t be an issue.” The guard grunts in response and lets me through to grab my bra from Mingi “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.”
“I try my hardest. Good luck, I guess?” He says, a winning smile on his face, which dims a little when he continues, “If you need anything, let me know, okay?” I nod and retreat backstage, returning to my changing room. I get undressed, put the bra on, as well as a robe that hangs from the door. It’s white and fluffy, and very warm. I exit the room in search of Jeongin and Seungmin’s room.
With the help from a couple security guards and a stage manager, I finally end up in front of their room. I hesitate before knocking on the door, which opens a quick second later. Seungmin is the one to answer, and I try my best not to cower from his hard gaze, before it softens and he says, “Oh. Y/n. Come on in.”
With his invitation, I step inside, observing the room while Seungmin closes the door. He seems to be alone in the room. Before I can ask, he says, “Jeongin’s with the stage managers, trying to see what time the people up there will be done.” I nod and he continues, “You ready to go?”
I smile at him and untie my rope, knowing that I’m going to have to do this later, and the first time shouldn’t be while I’m on stage. Instead of fully taking it off, I only open it, showing him that I am indeed ready. “Yeah. Took me a while to find you guys.” I watch Seungmin’s eyes darken, and he seems to be fighting with himself a little.
“That’s fine. It’s confusing with all of the commotion,” He says, his voice tight and strained. I look at him curiously and approach him slowly, his eyes following my body.
I press a hand to his forehead, which is hot, but I’m not sure what from, “Are you okay? You seem off?”
“He’s just flustered.” A voice says from the doorway, revealing a smirking Jeongin. “Why wouldn’t he be, someone as beautiful as you standing in front of him.”
“What do you mean?” I say, leaning away from Seungmin and turning to Jeongin, who pushes off of the doorway, approaching me. He radiates confidence as he wraps a gentle arm around my waist, caressing my skin under the robe.
“You’re making him nervous, Miss L/n. You are very attractive. And while he is in the field that he is, he does most of his work on mannequins. Even though he’s older than I, he is new to the industry of Shibari. He has not yet been in contact with a woman as gorgeous as yourself,” He explains.
Seungmin nods, “I’m a little nervous. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I smile and shake my head, “Nonsense. Even I’ve heard of Jeongin’s class, and it was all excellent. I’m sure you’re just as talented as he is.”
“Exactly what I’ve been saying Seungmin,” Jeongin says before turning back to me, “He’s going to be doing the actual techniques on you. This is an opportunity to grow comfortable with practicing with real people.”
I nod and ask, “Where will you be in all of this?”
“Teaching.” He says simply. Using the hand on my waist, he pushes me gently toward Seungmin and says, “You may as well get used to him touching you Miss L/n. He’ll be doing it a lot.” Seungmin, whether it be by instinct, or on purpose, catches me and pulls me by the waist, his skin tingling on mine. I feel goosebumps make me shiver as he slides his hands against my bare sides.
I watch as Jeongin sits back down on the couch and reclines slightly so that he’s comfortable. Seungmin and I look at each other, his nervous eyes on mine. He runs his hands up my sides gently, causing shudder to follow. He trails his hands up to my shoulders, where he looks at me and murmurs, “Can I- I mean. Can I take your robe off?”
I smile and remove my robe, letting it fall and pool around my feet. I watch his eyes darken as his hands return to my waist, letting them graze all over my body. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t aroused, because I was. His hands felt addicting on my skin, and that’s only his hands. My mind wanders to what he could do with his mouth. I shudder, and he smirks to himself, letting his hands trail to the side of my ass and down to my thighs.
“Fuck,” I mutter, the touch of his hand sending shivers up my spine. I feel my breath hitch as I feel his hands wander to the back of my thighs, before rising back up and settling on my lower back. It’s now that I am quite aware of the lack of space between us.
“You okay?” Seungmin asks softly, and I feel his breath brush against my lips. My heart beats heavily in my chest as I nod.
“Just- ah, sensitive,” I mutter, avoiding eye contact.
He uses his hand to bring my face up, letting our eyes meet, his gaze soft, “How long has it been since you were touched like this?” He mutters, his hand leaving my chin and trailing down one of my arms.
“A couple months, at least,” I respond, my voice thick and shaky. I clear my throat and swallow.
He nods, exhaling softly before saying, “Put your robe back on Darling, unless,” He looks up at Jeongin, who is calmly watching the whole interaction with dark, lidded eyes, “You would like a turn Jeongin?”
Jeongin seems to mull it over before using his fingers to beckon me toward him. I look back at Seungmin, who nods and pushes me forward slightly. With his encouragement, I make my way to Jeongin, standing between his spread legs.
When I reach him, he looks at me and says, “Take a seat, if you feel comfortable.” I blink, and look at him, before scooting forward. I place both of my knees on either side of his torso, and sit on his lap, straddling him. “Fuck, you know how to follow orders, good girl,” he says, wrapping his hand on the back of my thighs before sliding up to my ass, letting his hands linger there.
It’s at this point where I realize just how wet I am. My pussy is slick with arousal, to a point where the pressure is almost unbearable. If I knew him better, I might have “situated” myself a little more, just to gain any sort of friction, but since I don’t it’s all I can do to stop myself from doing exactly that.
Instead, to my immense surprise, Jeongin does it for me. His hands move up from my ass to the top of my thighs before running across my inner thigh, until his fingers brush over my barely clothed sex. I feel him chuckle, and watch him smirk. He looks at me darkly and says, “So wet already?” My breath shudders at his sudden touch, and hitches when he runs his thumb along the fabric. “Such a shame that we have to leave now, isn’t it Seungmin?”
Seungmin nods, standing up from Jeongin’s side, “I bet she’d take us well sir.”
Jeongin nods in agreement, hooking one of his fingers underneath the hem of my panties, sliding a finger through my wet pussy. It takes all of the willpower I have not to moan, but even with holding it back, I still end up whimpering softly. Jeongin chuckles and mutters, “So sensitive, aren’t we?” He removes his finger from me and lets me stand.
Seungmin, the sweetheart he is, retrieved my robe from the floor and helped me put it back on, wrapping me in the familiar warmth again. Jeongin stands up from the couch and leads Seungmin and I out of the room and toward the stage. Before we head up on stage, we wait for just a moment. We watch as Seonghwa, Felix, Hyunjin, and now that I can see him up close, Hongjoong, pass by us, offering small waves. Seonghwa looks at me weird, and I stick my tongue out at thim, which only makes him laugh. Once the stage is clear, the guard at the front, a very handsome man with large thighs, pecs, arms, body, and everything else, invites us up. I read the tag on his chest, reading the name Wonho. I wonder if he’s normally security here.
I shyly follow Jeongin and Seungmin up onto the stage, my nerves finally getting to me. Seungmin opens the cage for he and I, while Jeongin goes off to the side of it, looking up at the crowd that has gathered before us. “Good evening, welcome to the exhibition, thank you all for coming. I am Yang Jeongin, I run Shibari Komoku. And this is one of my students, Mr. Kim Seungmin. He’s the highest in his class, and very efficient at the art of shibari. Today, he’s going to be showing a very common set of shibari knots, showing us exactly how to perform Shibari safely. The woman he will be performing with is the wonderful Y/n L/n,” Jeongin begins, gesturing to Seungmin and I before saying to the both of us, “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
Seungmin and I nod, and I take off my robe, glancing at Seungmin while I do so. He nods, and I set my robe in the corner, making my way to the center, watching him grab a set of rope and make his way next to me.
“Now first comes rope type. The best type of rope to use for this is hemp based. It’s soft against the skin, leaving little to no irritation, and it’s perfect for beginners. Of course, you can use any rope you wish, as long as the person being tied is okay with it. Hemp is particularly popular with hanging shibari, which you saw earlier this evening with Hyunjin and Felix. Now, because we will be doing a hanging shibari showcase today, let’s show you how exactly to tie a suspension cord,” Jeongin says.
The movements Seungmin makes to tie the ring to the top of the cage are precise. Seungmin Very quickly ties the ring to the top of the cage, and lets Jeongin continue. “Now, the next part of the process is the harness. The simplest type to tie is called a TK harness. Now this can include arm bindings, but for this, we’re just going to do a basic one without the arms included.” Seungmin takes another rope, tying it around me, staring in the back, knotting the rope until he’s made a very secure TK tie.
“Now, we could start the hanging here, you don’t necessarily need leg harnesses unless you’re doing a full body hang, but for the sake of time, we’ll attach the rope, but not hang her yet. After all, we want to show you the full range of Shibari’s artistic freedom,” Jeongin states, gesturing to Seungmin and I. I feel Seungmin thread a rope through the stem of the harness, tying a simple square knot on the stem, and threading a carabiner through the small bite he left between the knot and the stem.
Here, instead of finishing the full hang, he lets it loose, draping down my body and to the floor. Now, he retrieves another rope, this time a longer one, and begins to set a leg harness. I feel him tie the familiar knots, similar to the ones he did on my chest, I become more attuned to his touch, my nerves drawn to the way he grazes my skin softly, or lets his hand linger on my waist for a second longer than it needs to. I feel my headspace shifting entirely, though I’m not sure as to what. I feel very floaty, like I’m not all the way there, but all of my senses are focused on Seungmin and Jeongin, however they move, or speak. After he finishes, he ties two more suspension knots, one on each thigh, before hooking all three into the suspension ring he tied to the top of the cage and the carabiners, suspending me on three points.
As he lifts me in the air, take care to go weightless on each part of my body, letting him pull me up and securing the knot in a place where he deems acceptable. I watch him carefully tie the knots in place, keeping me suspended at the same height he set me at so he can continue with the exhibition. When I hear Jeongin speak, I snap my gaze to him, listening to the next part, “Now that she’s suspended safely, we can move on to a bit of the detail.” I listen to him speak, and pay close attention to the way Seungmin is moving around my body. When he shows everybody how to tie a face harness safely, or a wrist bind correctly, he does it with more care than I’ve seen any man put into anything.
More than once throughout the exhibition, he checks up on me, making sure I feel okay, I’m comfortable, nothing hurts. Do I need a drink of water, is anything tied too tight? He’s being very attentive, which I expected since it’s his first time doing this to an actual person, but it’s different. Call me delusional, but it seems like he actually cares about me.
I’m perfectly fine until it’s over. It’s over an hour later, and it’s time for people to come closer to the cage, observing Seungmin’s handiwork, asking him or Jeongin questions as needed. It’s then that I notice something’s very wrong. For the first couple of minutes of Seungmin talking to a crowd of people, I remain suspended in the air, completely relaxed. Then 10 minutes pass, and I’m itching for Seungmin’s touch.
Then it’s 15 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. And I grow more and more restless, watching people observe me like I’m an animal in a cage. Which is ironic, because I am in a cage. And then someone asks about the knots on my thighs. I watch in slow motion as Seungmin approaches me, a bright smile on his face. I feel his hand against the rope, sending vibrations throughout my whole body, and then his hand brushes against my skin, and my whole body shudders, causing me to exhale.
Seungmin falters for a moment, noticing this reaction, his cheerful expression flickering for just a moment. However, his previous expression returns and he continues talking to the man. Once he leaves, he looks over at Jeongin, getting his attention. I don’t know what he says, if anything, but Jeongin seems to understand, as he says something to the security guard next to him. The man speaks into his earpiece and Jeongin begins to announce the closing of the event.
I thank the gods as Seungmin waves goodbye to the people that were waiting. As the room clears, Jeongin and Seungmin wait until the whole room and stage are empty before rushing to me, Seungmin letting me down quickly, and Jeongin unlocking the cage, fumbling with the keys slightly. Seungmin gets to untie two of the knots before he opens the door, helping Seungmin untie the third knot and taking me back down to the ground. Jeongin holds me upright while Seungmin unties the harnesses with shaky hands.
“Jeonginie-” Seungmin starts before Jeongin cuts him off.
“Don’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. Actually it’s the exact opposite. You did well enough that she’s either in subspace, or headed in that direction,” He says. Seungmin looks at him, surprised, then at me, with my eyes slightly glazed.
His eyes darken slightly as he whispers, “Oh.” He continues to untie the knots around my body, eventually just loosening them so he can slip them off with ease. Once all of the rope is off, Jeongin helps me stand, and with his help, all three of us make our way back to their changing room. Once inside, Jeongin helps me sit down on the couch, Seungmin following immediately afterward, putting a hand on my thigh as Jeongin paces the room.
“You know, this is probably what we get for riling her up beforehand,” Jeongin says, facing Seungmin and I.
“You’re the one who told me to get her used to my touch,” Seungmin says defensively.
“I know I did, but I didn’t know she hadn’t been fucked in months,” Jeongin replies.
“Almost a year, actually,” I say softly, my voice light. Jeongin and Seungmin both turn to look at me.
“A year? You went a year without being in a relationship?” Seungmin says gently, looking at me confused.
“No, I was in a relationship. Until a few weeks ago. He was just cheating on me the whole time, so he had no need for me,” I explained. Jeongin spins sharply to face me, and Seungmin freezes next to me.
“What?” Both of the boys say in unison.
“What?” I echo, wondering why they’re looking at me like I’m crazy.
“I’m sorry? He cheated on you?” Seungmin asks. When I nod my head, he says, “Is he mental?”
“Excuse me?”
“Crazy, deranged, nuts. Whichever synonym you prefer, because a sane man would never do such a thing,” Jeongin says, squatting down in front of me, taking my hands. “You are an amazing person with some of the most beautiful qualities I’ve ever seen. So he must be deranged in order to cheat on a goddess such as you.”
I smile softly, and Seungmin brushes a hand on my thigh, and I shiver at the contact, my body still sensitive. When I react to his touch, Jeongin smiles and says, “Still sensitive love?” I nod, my breath growing faster as Seungmin slowly eases his hand into my inner thigh, tracing small shapes into the smooth skin. Jeongin stands, and steps away from me for a second, returning to pacing. “I would prefer it if we didn’t do this here.”
“Innie, we’re in a BDSM club. They’ve got private rooms downstairs,” Seungmin says, and Jeongin looks at him, his face deflated.
“Right,” He says, a light pink dusting his cheeks sweetly. With Seungmin’s help, we stand and exit the room, his hand placed in mine to help me balance. Jeongin leads the way to the lower levels, with Seungmin and I following behind. He opens the door quickly, inviting Seungmin and I inside before closing and locking the door.
Before either of them can get a word out, I’m kissing Seungmin. Hard and sloppily, not how a first kiss should be. While Jeongin closes the door, Seungmin leads me to the bed that’s in the center of the room. He pressed me against the mattress, my legs caving so that he climbs on top of me, kissing my jaw and down my neck.
I hear Jeongin chuckle somewhere to my left and say, “Save some for me Minnie.” I feel the bed dip and Jeongin is replacing Seungmin at my lips, capturing them in his. The kiss between the two of us is different from the kiss I shared with Seungmin. Where mine and Seungmin’s was messy and heated, his is soft and passionate. I moan softly into his mouth as Seungmin bites into my neck, leaving small hickey’s across the plains of my skin.
Jeongin breaks the kiss, moving his hands to the tie of my robe, skillfully untying it and opening it so my chest is exposed. Seungmin sits up, and moves his hands to my back, and undoes the clasp to my bra, helping me slip it off my shoulders, only to end up thrown in the direction of the door.
Simultaneously, as if practiced, both of the boys latch on to my nipples, flicking the sensitive bud with their tongues. I let out a shuddered breath, which turned into a breathy moan toward the end. “Fuck,” I breath, my hands tangling in their hair. At the action, Jeongin pulls both of my wrists together, only to pin them above my head and continue his menstrations like nothing happened.
This small action, the small show of dominance causes my pussy to clench, dripping more than it already is. I feel Seungmin’s familiar touch grazing my sides, sending goosebumps up my body. I shiver, and both of the boys notice, feeling their matching smirks press into my breasts. Eventually, Jeongin leaves my breast, kissing down my chest, to the hem of my panties. He looks up at me, asking a silent question. I make eye contact with him and nod my head before throwing my head back to moan as Seungmin tweaks one of my nipples with his fingers, sending vibrations down to my already soaked core.
Jeongin slips his fingers into the hem of my panties and pulls them down, exposing my sex to the cold air of the room we’re in. He teases my entrance with his finger, gathering my wetness and spreading it around. He smirks and looks back up at me, saying, “So wet for me love. I bet you taste delicious.” I groan softly in response, only to raise my volume when he licks a wide stripe up the length of my pussy.
Jeongin pays rapt attention to my pussy, tongue fucking me and sucking on my clit until it’s puffy. Meanwhile, Seungmin continues with my chest, neck and breasts, flicking my nipples and leaving hickeys on my neck and clavicle. Along with my own moans, which are by no means quiet, the sound of lewd slurping and Jeongin’s moans fill the room, spurring the three of us on.
With the amount of stimulation I’m feeling, my orgasm builds up quickly, creating the feeling in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in so long. As the two boys draw me closer to my orgasm, Jeongin inserts two of his fingers, pressing them against my g-spot. I groan and my climax washes through me like a wave. Jeongin drinks up my orgasm, swallowing it all before coming up, licking his lips.
“Seungmin, did you see any-” Jeongin starts, but Seungmin cuts him off.
“Lube’s on the table, grabbed it while she was distracted,” he says. Jeongin leaves me for a second to retrieve it, before returning back to me, opening the bottle and squeezing a decent amount onto his fingers, rolling it between them to warm it up before brushing the opening of my ass. I gasp at the feeling of his fingers circling my rim softly before inserting a single finger.
Meanwhile, Seungmin has two fingers inserted inside of me, pressing them against my g-spot while his thumb teases my clit, brushing against it softly. My moans are echoing around the room, and I want desperately to bring my hands down to them, but I don’t, not knowing what’ll happen if I bring them back down. My back is arched off of the bed into their touches.
When Jeongin adds a second finger to my ass, beginning to stretch me out, I moan out, the sound near pornographic. “You have such pretty moans,” Jeongin says softly, scissoring his fingers gently, “You’re gonna take both of us like a good girl, right Y/n?”
I moan at his words letting out a breathy, “Yes sir, your good girl, I promise, I’ll take it.”
“I know you will, Darling,” He smirks, inserting a third finger inside of me at the same time that Seungmin pulls his fingers away from me. I whine, trying to make my way back to him, but he pins my hips to the bed and pulls his face closer to my ear.
“I can’t have you orgasming just yet Baby girl, otherwise we’d have to stretch you out all over again,” He says, pitching his voice low so that it’s almost a growl. I shudder at his words and nod, swallowing thickly. I feel Jeongin’s fingers slip from my ass, and I feel almost painfully empty, wanting him back inside of me.
That is, until I see him reach for his belt buckle, undoing it and sliding his pants and boxers down. Seungmin, seeing this, mirrors him, taking his shirt off as well. Jeongin follows his movements until both men are naked statues of muscle in front of me. Jeongin’s are a lot more apparent than Seungmin’s are, but I can still tell that he works out, considering how his muscle moves under his skin.
I swallow again, watching Jeongin reach for the lube again, applying a generous amount to his cock while Seungmin slots himself between my legs, pressing his erection against my entrance. I moan softly at the feeling, but it only grows in volume when he begins to slide inside, filling me with his length. Before I can get a chance to adjust to just one of them, Jeongin approaches me, pressing his cock against my ass and sliding in almost immediately after. He goes a little slower than Seungmin, allowing me to adjust to the stretch of him being in my ass, but also to adjust to the feeling of 2 people being inside of me at the same time.
The stretch is painful, but pleasantly so, as the feeling of being so full overrides the pain. Once I get properly adjusted, I let the two of them know by grinding into the two of them once. Seungmin chuckles and says, “So eager baby girl. Such a whore for our cocks, aren’t you?” His words, along with the two of them beginning to thrust, cause a moan to erupt from my chest.
The two of them play me like a well tuned symphony, knowing exactly what buttons to push to get me to moan and whimper. It’s when they push those buttons that I moan and beg like they want me to. “Yes, god fuck. Need you to, ah, please,” I whimper, my voice barely catching.
“Need us to what Darling?” Jeongin says, speeding up to match Seungmin’s pace.
“Need you to fill me up. Please, I’ve been such a good girl, and you feel so good,” I beg, my voice halfway between a whine and a moan. Jeongin curses and Seungmin lets out a labored breath, snapping his hips forward harder, punching his cock into my g-spot.
“Yeah? Need us to fill you up like our own personal cum dumpster?” Jeongin says, His voice is tight and filled with lust.
“Yes, please. Need it so bad,” I whimper, my voice growing hoarse from the amount I’ve been moaning.
“Such a good girl Y/n, begging like that,” Seungmin says, his voice low and gravelly. It sends a shiver down my spine.
“Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come, please, I need to come,” I moan, my back arching off of the mattress, searching for release.
“Go ahead baby girl,” Seungmin says, his cock twitching inside of me. At his words, almost like my body is willed to follow his command, I climax around them, my walls clenching around the two boys, milking their cocks until they’re both coming inside of me, filling me up with their seed. They continue thrusting for a few more minutes, riding out all three of our highs, until they slide out, panting heavily.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Jeongin pants, kissing my cheek softly. Seungmin, who’s on my other side nods in agreement, too tired to speak. I feel my eyelids growing heavy, and my eyes sliding in and out of focus, now deep in my overstimulation. Jeongin notices and pecks me on my forehead, whispering words that I can’t decipher, as I’m promptly falling asleep between the two boys.
Sure. Curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought it back.