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You’re at a party after quarantine lets out, all your friends there, drinks flowing. You came here with your boyfriend Yoongi, but somehow you couldn’t keep your eyes off your good friends Tae and Jimin. It had been months since you’d seen them in person, and you could swear their energy was off, too. It wasn’t just you admiring how hot they looked. They had managed to have this mutual glow up while trapped inside. Something in the way they danced had you hypnotized, embarrassingly so.
Yoongi pulls you into the pantry as you walk back from the kitchen with your next drink. He wrangles you into a passionate make out session, his embrace tight and all-encompassing.
“To what do I owe this pleasant little surprise?”, you coo, breaking briefly from his lip lock.
“Well I’m getting the vibe that you’re pretty worked up, figured I could lend a hand in making that worse for you”, he says with a grin. “I saw how you’ve been drooling over our friends tonight, baby, you’re so bad at discretion.” The little tut of his tongue makes you blush.
“That’s not true… I just haven’t seen them in so long. I swear everyone looks strange now that we’re out of quarantine.”
Yoongi kisses down your neck now. “You know…”, he trails off, sucking at the skin there, your breath ragged. “I bet you could get the boys to fuck you if you really wanted to. I’m just saying.”
You freeze in shock, pulling away to look your boyfriend in the eye. How someone could smirk while giving a hickey was a mystery to you- yet here he was, doing it.
“Wait, what? You can’t just drop that on me!”
Yoongi chuckled, his fingers playing with the collar of your denim dress with his lips to your jawline.
“You heard me, babygirl. I know how needy you can act, how completely irresistible you are when you’re desperate for cock. There’s no way they could deny you. Not in this little dress with your puppy dog eyes.”
Your eyebrow raises itself, trying to process what was happening. The drinks you’d partaken in weren’t helping you hit the clarity needed for the job, but they sure made Yoongi’s proposal all the more interesting.
“So… you’re telling me I can fuck them both and you’re cool with that? What’s the catch?”, you ask slowly.
“Yeah, I’d love to see you filled up by someone new… I wanna be a fly on the wall, watching my little girl get destroyed.”
You tilt your head back, your body reacting long before your mind could, eyes on Yoongi.
“Well fuck, you’ve got a deal, Yoon.”
~*~*~
You saunter back to the living room on a mission, downing your drink and tossing it in a nearby recycling bin as you head straight for Taehyung and Jimin. The pair smiles at you, their bodies swaying together to an industrial bassline. There it was again- that pulling feeling between you three. Jimin looks you up and down, Tae biting his lip. You were so sure of it this time.
Taking a deep breath, you look up at them through your lashes innocently before joining their movements, pressing yourself between the two of them. Yoongi assumes his position leaning on the wall nearby, sipping his beer nonchalantly. Both boys wrap their arms around you without hesitation, Tae’s lips brushing your neck from his position behind you without missing a beat. The way Jimin had not broken eye contact with you since you joined their little dance club had you beyond intimidated. What had gotten into them? Quarantine sure did a number on everyone. It wasn’t as though you mind it, feeling yourself clench as he comes even closer in your space, those piercing eyes just a breath away from yours. The chill down your spine, the sudden wetness on your neck as Taehyung’s lips plant an open-mouthed kiss there, it all felt too good to be true. Your heart was racing so fast, the beat pounding in your throat when you close your eyes to center yourself in the midst of all this. You inhale a sharp breath, a noticeable shakiness present, then release as you feel a warm and wet tongue flick at your bottom lip. It’s almost enough for you to wonder if you’re just making this up, a drunken hallucination, perhaps- but then it happens again, slightly longer this time. Your eyelids flutter as you push out the last of your air, just completely engrossed in the sensation. When he makes contact again, you can’t help but pull a breath through your teeth in response to all the anticipation.
Somehow over the bass-rich environment around you, you could hear Jimin’s little giggle, that teasing quality to his tone..
“I take it you’d be interested in some fun with us tonight, dear?”, his voice coos, smooth and sweet like honey. You slowly open your eyes to greet him again, the same gaze boaring into you and accompanied now by the most seductive smirk. How were you supposed to utter a single word when you felt so enchanted, glued to the spot? The honey tone was as sticky as the real thing, and you were certainly stuck. You nod your head ever so slightly, Tae making his presence known when his hands direct your ass a bit closer to his hips.
“I would say I’m worried about Yoon, but it doesn’t seem like he’s upset with what’s unfolding at the moment”, Tae drawls out, pointing his chin in the direction of your boyfriend. Yoongi was still standing relaxed, cool as a cucumber with his eyes on you all as he took another swig from his beer.
Here you stayed for awhile, the combination of grinding, sweating, and drinking with your friends on either side of you proving to be a dizzying experience. Yoongi walked over drink after drink, knowing you would be falling apart at the seams after a few, just craving to be taken over- and it was fucking working. His master plan had all three of you sipping and swaying, unable to keep your mouths off each other or the straws coming out of your stiff Long Islands.
With everyone off their ass and quickly losing their discretion in the crowded party, you decide to start walking to Tae and Jimin’s loft a few blocks away.
The air had a bit of a bite to it at this hour, the autumn breeze brushing across your hot and flushed skin.
“Ahhhh, I can’t tell you how nice it feels outside”, you say contentedly, trying your best to not trip in your heels as you descend the porch stairs. Suddenly you are in the air, shoes no longer an issue, now embracing Tae with your legs wrapped around his waist. Your back meets the railing of the stairs, Tae’s lips crashing into yours, Yoongi’s low voice in your ear.
“I don’t think you should have to walk there yourself, babe. Not when you’re gonna have such a hard time walking tomorrow when we’re through with you, anyway.”