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When you showed up at the Genius Lab, you didn’t have any ulterior motives - really! You’d been at lunch with some girlfriends when you remembered that Yoongi had mentioned to you, the day before, that he had a pair of headphones you’d asked to borrow at his studio. You knew he was there today, working, so you decided to drop by. The company building is on your way home, anyway.
You’d ridden the elevator up to the seventh floor and pressed Yoongi’s studio doorbell, your mind wandering to the rest of the tasks you needed to accomplish that day. When Yoongi opened the door he seemed to be about to say something, but he stopped short and gave you the least-subtle once-over you’d seen in recent memory. His eyes dragged from your button-down shirt, several of the buttons open to reveal a healthy dose of cleavage, down over your short, pleated skirt and then your thigh-high stockings. When his eyes finally returned to your face, he seemed to startle slightly before shaking his head.
“Noona,” he said, calmly, his voice not betraying whatever thoughts were now running through his head.
You grinned at his obviousness and stepped into the room.
“Whatcha’ looking at, Yoongi-yah?” you teased.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, shuffling by you to retake his seat - though you caught him checking out your legs again as he passed. “Have a seat,” he tacked on as an afterthought.
You flopped down inelegantly on the couch while he sat in his office chair. You crossed your legs, wiggling a little under the guise of getting comfy, all the while allowing your skirt to creep even further up your thigh.
“Headphones?” Yoongi asked with faint amusement.
“Yup,” you replied, popping the p.
He shook his head slightly with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He opened a drawer and grabbed the item in question, tossing them gently in your direction. You snatched them out of mid-air before slipping them into your bag.
“Is that all you needed?” Yoongi asked, face perfectly straight.
“Mmmm,” you hummed noncommittally.
“You can stay, if you want,” he proffered. “I’m just tinkering with a beat. You gotta be quiet, though,” he admonished, and you nodded.
Sometime later, Yoongi closed his active file with a sigh. He sat up straight and stretched, back cracking, and then turned slowly in his chair. You hadn’t spoken while he worked - he was too preoccupied to start a conversation and he’d told you to keep quiet anyway.
As he turned, he was met with the sight of you stretched out comfortably on his couch, on your side, head supported on one arm and the other trailing your fingers up and down your bare thigh. Your skirt had ridden up - oh, okay, fine, you’d pulled it up and arranged it strategically so that it covered your underwear and not much else.
Listen. You truly hadn’t been plotting anything when you’d arrived…but that was before you saw Yoongi drag his blown-out gaze over your body, so rough you could almost feel it on your skin.
You were only human. You only have so much self-control. When Min Yoongi looks at you like he wants to fuck, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
“Well, look at you,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Lookin’ like you want something from me.”
“Hmm. Maybe,” you replied with a cheery, obviously-fake innocence. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
Yoongi grinned, feral. “Kinda lookin’ like you want to be on your knees right about now,” he rasped.
And that was enough invitation for you. In a flash you were up and across the studio, dropping gracefully to the floor.
Yoongi looked down at you where you crouched between his spread legs, lower lip caught coquettishly between your teeth, rubbing your hands up and down his denim-clad thighs. He smirked.
“You wanna play, noona?” his voice rumbled in his chest.
This was even better than you’d hoped for. You’d been imagining a quick blowjob and him maybe fingering you to completion, Yoongi not liking to be distracted from his work for too long. But his words and the deep timbre of his voice promised more. Much more.
Enamored, you nodded. You barely had a chance to register what was happening before Yoongi was up on his feet, hauling you up by your elbows. He whirled you around and pushed you toward his desk, toward the one spot that wasn’t taken up by equipment, as you squeaked delightedly.
“Hands on the desk,” he encouraged and you scrambled to comply. You rested your palms on the smooth surface and inhaled deeply, your heart pounding in your chest. The anticipation, waiting to see what Yoongi was going to do, how he was going to take you apart, was making you shake.
You heard Yoongi shift behind you and then drop down into his desk chair. The chair rolled across the wood floor. You sensed it was close, and that was confirmed when you felt hands on your ass, squeezing over your skirt. You sighed happily. It wouldn’t have been the first time Yoongi made you wait but you were glad he didn’t seem interested in drawing things out today.
“So sexy, noona,” he said, almost conversationally. “Did you wear this outfit here knowing it would make me crazy?” He slowly flipped the back of your skirt up until your lace-covered bottom was entirely exposed.
“Maybe,” you said saucily, and wiggled your bum at him. You weren’t at all taken by surprise when the cracking sound of Yoongi slapping your ass echoed throughout the room. You moaned in response.
“Like that?” he asked, husky-voiced with arousal. “You like it when it hurts, don’t you, baby?”
You nodded vigorously. There was no response, at first, but then…then you felt teeth sinking into your left ass cheek, down near where it started to curve to meet the top of your thigh. You gasped, a whimpery little thing, as Yoongi clamped down and the bite started to sting. As much as it hurt, it also made your nipples harden and you felt a gush of moisture between your legs.
After uncountable seconds, Yoongi released his hold, then immediately latched on to the same spot with suction. The continued torture on that patch of skin made you squeeze your thighs together, desperate for some stimulation. Fuck, if he didn’t stop soon, you might come from this.
But then Yoongi was pulling away and leaping up out of the chair, pulling his arm back and landing a slap on top of the bruise he had just worked so hard to achieve. You collapsed to your elbows with a shriek.
“Fuck! Yoongi, please…” you begged, legs shaking. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.
Yoongi took mercy on you.
“Yeah, alright, you’ve been a good girl, haven’t you, angel?” His arms slid around your waist and pulled you upright, bracing you to make sure your legs would hold out. He gently turned you around and used his hold on your waist to help you hop up onto the desk. Stepping between your spread legs, he cradled your face in his hands and kissed you, surprisingly soft and gentle, considering the way you two usually played. You fisted your hands in his shirt to keep him close, enjoying this brief respite from your usual dynamic. Your knees squeezed around his hips, unconsciously trying to draw him closer. Your tongues tangled as you felt Yoongi’s hands slide under your skirt, toying with the band of your lacy panties.
Breaking apart, you mumbled against his lips, “Off. Want them off, Yoongi-yah.” Yoongi huffed out a laugh.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, noona,” he grumbled, with no real heat behind it, and you giggled. Despite his bluster you noticed how quickly he moved to hook his fingers in the top of your underwear and begin to peel them down. You leaned back on your elbows and lifted your hips to help him remove them entirely. He dropped them to the floor and sat back down in his chair. He looked at you consideringly for a few moments before rolling as close to you as he could get. His hands closed around your ankles and he lifted your feet to rest on the arms of his chair, effectively spreading you open to his gaze. You felt your face start to burn red even as your pussy started to drip under his attention.
“Perfect,” you heard him purr.
This time, he didn’t flip your skirt up out of the way. This time, he merely shoved his head under it, and, when his tongue parted your folds, your back arched off the desktop.
Yoongi wasted no time; he began eating your pussy with wild abandon. His tongue was everywhere, doing so many things - teasing your clit, plunging inside you, licking you bottom to top like an ice cream. The room was filled with slick, wet sounds that only served to turn you on further.
You curled your fingers into Yoongi’s hair and started rolling your hips slightly to meet his mouth. Something about the fact that you couldn’t see anything he was doing, your skirt providing him full cover, made the whole thing even hotter. All you could do was lie there and feel everything he was doing to you, no distractions. It was so erotic, it had the heat building below your belly button, the coil winding tighter and tighter. God, you were so close, it wouldn’t take much more to -
Yoongi’s doorbell sounding cut through your thoughts and caused him to stop what he was doing and pull his head out from under your skirt. You saw his eyes shift to the doorbell camera’s monitor, which you couldn’t see. His expression changed slightly and, to your utter surprise (and slight horror), he reached over and buzzed the person in.
Then he disappeared back under your skirt and resumed eating you out, as the door swung open and you made eye contact with a surprised Jeon Jungkook, who, despite his shock, had the good sense to step quickly inside and allow the door to click shut behind him.
“Noona? H-hyung?” he said uncertainly. You looked at his face - really looked at him - and, although he sounded confused, his eyes were already dark with want.
Yoongi surfaced momentarily.
“Hey, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi said, casual, as though he’d bumped into him in the freezer section at the grocery store. “You got here just in time.”
“For w-what?” Kook replied, still uncertain but beginning to realize what he’d stumbled into.
“Noona came to see me, wearing this outfit, can you believe it?” Yoongi said affectionately. “She came here, looking like this, because she wants her slutty little pussy filled. Isn’t that right, noona?” he demanded, pinching your thigh.
“Y-yes,” you stammered out.
“Yes, what?” Yoongi prompted.
“Yes, I - I want my slutty pussy filled. Please. I need it,” you whined.
“That’s my girl,” Yoongi said, approvingly, before turning back to Jungkook.
“You see, Kook, she wants it so bad - needs it so bad - and I thought, what’s better than her taking one cock?”
“Two,” breathed Jungkook, a wicked smile starting to creep across his face.
“Yeah,” Yoongi growled, turning his attention back to you. “You hear that, noona? We’re both gonna fuck you. I’m going to go first, gonna fuck you and put my load in you, till you’re all wet and sloppy, and then Jungkook’s going to take a turn. Gonna pump you full of come, so full you won’t be able to keep it all in. You won’t even need lube to take Jungkookie’s cock because you’ll already be dripping.”
Your only response was to whine impatiently as you brought your feet up to rest on the edge of the desk, spreading yourself obscenely in an effort to hurry Yoongi along. In seconds he was on his feet, fumbling with his belt buckle, then the button and zipper, and then he was shoving his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh with one hand, taking his cock in his other hand and guiding it to your slick cunt. He dragged the swollen head back and forth through your folds a few times before slipping inside you and bottoming out with a grunt.
Yoongi didn’t give you time to adjust, he began pounding into you, sharp hipbones slamming into your ass. It was all you could do to grab the edge of the desk and hold on for the ride. Rolling your head to the side you saw Jungkook leaning against the wall near the desk, fingers wrapped around his hard length through his joggers.
“Fuck…Kook….take your clothes off, baby, noona wants to see all of you,” you told him. He looked at you with his lips parted, eyes already glassy. It took him a moment to process what you’d said, but then he jumped to obey. He tugged his t-shirt off, then slid his underwear and joggers down, kicking them away. His cock stood proudly at attention and he was quick to get his hand around himself, not really stroking, just squeezing and petting, rolling his palm over the head periodically.
“Use your other hand to play with your balls,” you demanded in a sultry voice. Both Jungkook and Yoongi groaned at your command. Jungkook brought his left hand down and began to rub and stroke at the tight package of his balls and you whimpered at how hot he looked doing it.
Yoongi glanced over his shoulder and then back to you.
“He’s a good boy, isn’t he?” Yoongi asked.
“Mmm. The best,” you replied with affection and more than a little lust, watching Jungkook watch you as he pleasured himself.
“Ya, I know he’s your baby,” Yoongi cut in, and you could hear a change in the tone of his voice, “but who’s got their cock in you right now, huh? Who’s fucking you so good?” and there was no doubt that he expected an answer. It snapped your attention back to him as he fucked you deep and fast, his dark, catlike eyes fastened on yours, mesmerizing you.
“Y-you are, Yoongi, fuck,” you cried out. “Fucking me so good, gonna come in me, make me so messy. I want it, I wan’ it, wan’ it…”
“Fuck yeah,” Yoongi gasped. “Gonna give it to you so good, noona, fuck.” His rhythm was faltering now, dangling on the precipice, about to tip over. He thrusted mightily a few more times and then froze as he started to come, hot spurts coating your insides as he groaned and rode out his pleasure inside you.
When he was done, he pulled out and helped you upright, then wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest and he squeezed you tighter.
“You good, noona?” his voice was soft in your ear.
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Color?”
“I’m green,” you sighed, and that was all Yoongi needed to carry on. He released his hold on you and stepped back, motioning to Jungkook before falling back into his desk chair.
“She’s all yours, Kook-ah,” he said, voice gravelly.
Jungkook, in all his naked glory, let go of his cock and stalked toward the desk. You could tell he was up to something, which was confirmed when he took you in his arms and picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. You giggled in surprise and delight, clinging onto Jungkook until he laid you carefully down on Yoongi’s sofa. He wasted no time in climbing on top of you, but, once he was pinning you down, he paused and gave you a small smile.
“Hi, noona,” he said lowly.
“Hi, baby,” you replied. “You gonna put it in me now?”
“Noona!” Jungkook whined, burying his face in your neck, and you giggled. He was so damned cute. No matter how many times you did this, your blunt, filthy talk never failed to make him blush like a shy schoolgirl.
“It’s a fair question, baby,” you needled him. “Answer noona. Tell me what you want.”
“I-I want you, noona. Wanna f-fuck you and-and come inside like hyung did,” he muttered, unable to look you in the eye as he said it.
“Then do it, baby,” you encouraged. Impatient, you slid a hand between your bodies and took hold of Jungkook’s stiff, straining cock, guiding it toward where you needed it most. He quickly thrust in with very little refinement and a lot of enthusiasm. You barely stifled a grin when you watched Kook’s eyes roll back in his head as he was engulfed in the warm clutch of your body. He held still for a moment, even though you could tell it was difficult for him.
“C-can I? Noona, can I -“
“Yeah, Jungkookie. Give me everything you’ve got,” you encouraged, and he wasted no time pulling out and then slamming back in. Over and over again he jostled you up the couch as he pounded into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck and held on, just taking it from him. You tipped your head back and Jungkook immediately went for your exposed neck, nipping and sucking little kisses all over it until you were positive you’d have bruises to show for it.
Good.
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a flash of movement, and you turned your head to see what Yoongi was up to. He was slouched in his chair, pants pulled up but still undone, his now-soft cock still bared to the room at large. His eyes were trained on you and Jungkook and, when he caught you looking, he sent you a wicked smile. You glanced down, very obviously, at his cock, and bit your lip.
“Yeah?” he rumbled quietly. “You wanna go again, noona?”
“I’m game anytime you are,” you said boldly, though the impact was somewhat spoiled by the way your breath hitched with every fuck of Jungkook’s hips.
You didn’t think Yoongi’s smile could get any more devious, but it did. Just then a loud whine of “nooonaaaaa” came from the man who was railing you into the couch cushions. Whoops. Needy baby had noticed you hitting on someone else while he had his dick in you.
“Sorry, Kookie,” you told him, softly. “You getting close, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” Jungkook whimpered.
“You feel so good, baby, love you fucking hyung’s come back into me,” you breathed into his ear and he let go of a long, low moan at your words. He tried to kiss you but his movements were sloppy and uncoordinated and he eventually gave up to rest his forehead against yours.
“Noona….noona, please…keep talking,” he whined, and you couldn’t deny the maknae anything.
“Mmmm, you like it when noona talks dirty, angel? Yeah? You want me to tell you how fucking big and hard your cock feels in me? How it’s stretching my pussy open and making me drip? Is that what you like?”
“Ah, ah…yeah, fuck, I like it so much,” he gasped.
“Can you feel your hyung’s come in me? Got your cock nice and wet?”
“Oh god…fuck….”
A noise and a sudden movement caught your attention just then and you glanced over to see Yoongi withdrawing his hand from a desk drawer. Before you could process it, he approached the couch. From what you could see he seemed to be smoothing his hand down Jungkook’s back, causing Kook to slow his humping and make an inquiring noise.
“Keep going, baby,” Yoongi encouraged, and Jungkook picked up the pace again, slower this time. He dragged his lips wetly across your cheek, but, just as he was about to claim your lips, you saw his head shoot up and his eyes open almost comically wide.
“Hyung,” Jungkook rasped out, and your hand shot down, suspecting what you would find but needing the confirmation. Your hand came into contact with Yoongi’s, fingers rubbing purposefully between Jungkook’s cheeks.
“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered helplessly, the fire in your core fanned by Yoongi’s actions.
Jungkook, meanwhile, looked a bit delirious, and like he couldn’t decide whether to push forward into your cozy, warm heat, or push back against Yoongi’s nimble fingers. He seemed suspended between the two sensations until you said his name - twice - and his gaze snapped back to yours…albeit a bit hazy-looking.
“Thought you were gonna fuck noona, baby,” you admonished. Jungkook whined lowly and started thrusting sloppily again, but…
“Hyung, more,” he whined. “More, please…wanna….wanna be full too. Like noona.”
Yoongi cursed under his breath and then said, “Yeah, Kook, I got you. Take care of noona now.”
Jungkook gave a quick nod and began rolling his hips, driving his cock in deep, while Yoongi started to finger him in earnest. You knew when Yoongi’s finger breached Jungkook because three things happened at once: Jungkook’s cock jerked inside you at the same time that he let out a tremulous moan in your ear and started shaking.
“Ohhhh,” you breathed. “Does my baby like having hyungie’s fingers inside? Mmmm? Is he touching your special spot?” You weren’t really expecting an answer, and Jungkook didn’t bother trying. Instead he opened his mouth and what came out was, “More, please, more.” He had completely stopped thrusting, though his cock remained hard as a rock where it was tucked up inside you. There was a pause and then Jungkook let out a noise that could only mean Yoongi had added a second finger. You heard, more than saw, Yoongi begin finger-fucking Jungkook with purpose, the lube he’d produced from his desk making obscene squelching noises as he pumped in and out of Jungkook’s tight little hole.
Jungkook, for his part, seemed somewhat frozen, distracted by the sensation of Yoongi’s fingers. Reaching down, you grabbed his ass with both hands and tugged him in deeper, which had the added benefit of spreading him wide for Yoongi.
“Ah, noona….” Jungkook sighed in a quavery voice as he resumed fucking into you, sliding back onto Yoongi’s fingers in tandem. “I don’t….I can’t…” He buried his face in your neck, panting.
“Just make yourself come, baby,” you purred right into his ear. “That’s all you need to do. Just make yourself feel good, angel.” Jungkook sobbed, but started snapping his hips with renewed purpose.
After all the stimulation, it didn’t take Jungkook long to build to a crescendo. You felt his muscles start to lock up half a beat before he whimpered, “Gonna come…noona, hyung, gonna come…” You sensed Yoongi’s motions speed up and you tightened around Jungkook and he was gone, coming with a raspy shout as he poured himself into you and you just took it. You took it and held Jungkook as he twitched through the aftershocks, shuddering madly when Yoongi finally pulled out. He disappeared, then; you presumed to clean his hand, and you were left with the maknae shivering on top of you, pinning you down and snuffling in your ear. You let him recover, rubbing his back and smiling to yourself at him. Even when he was fucking your brains out, he was still so damned cute.
Moments later, Yoongi reappeared next to the couch. “Hey, bun,” he said sweetly, ruffling Jungkook’s hair. Kook raised his head and peered blearily at his hyung.
“I think noona needs a hand again. Can you move off of her and let me?” Yoongi continued.
“Oh!” Jungkook said quickly, making to scramble upright but floundering, still clumsy after his orgasm. “I should do that, noona, do you want me to- ?” but you stopped him.
“Let hyung, baby,” you smiled. “You did good.” Jungkook relaxed, pushed himself up, and scooted to the end of the couch as Yoongi dropped to his knees next to it.
“Hey,” he said with a tiny smile.
“Hiiiiii,” you breathed, tilting your chin up for a kiss. Yoongi fit his lips to yours as he ran his right hand down your front, not stopping until his fingers found their prize. He kept kissing you softly as his hand worked between your legs and you came just like that, with Yoongi’s mouth on yours and his fingers coaxing you through one of the most gentle orgasms you’d ever experienced.
Afterward, Yoongi helped you sit up and you carefully put yourself back together as Jungkook did the same, quietly retrieving his clothes from the floor and putting them back on. When you were both decent, you sat side-by-side on Yoongi’s couch. Yoongi, back in his desk chair, smiled over at the two of you.
“Lamb skewers?” he suggested, with no preamble. After you’d agreed and Yoongi turned to place an online order, you and Jungkook exchanged amused glances. This was textbook Yoongi, his way of caring for the people he cared about. Never anything loud or flashy or attention-grabbing. Just Yoongi quietly making sure his loved ones were safe and healthy and satisfied. It was one of the things you enjoyed most about him.
Thirty minutes later, Yoongi ducked out to meet the delivery person in the lobby. You glanced over at Jungkook, who still wore a slightly dopey, contented look on his face.
“Good timing today, huh, Kook?” you said.
“Hmmm?” he responded, looking confused.
“Showing up here just in time to join in on the fun, I mean,” you clarified.
Jungkook looked at you for several beats and then broke out in a smile. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it.
“That was no coincidence, noona. That was Min Yoongi.” He handed you his phone, open to his messages.
To: Jungkook
From: Kitty-hyung
Today, 2:33 pm
Kook, come up here. Hurry. I’ve got a surprise for you.