Friendships Desires and Secrets

No Holding Back

Yoongi watched Jimin move over to Tara. He looked back and grabbed his chair, wheeling it into a position where he could watch the scene unfold. Jimin touched Tara's cheek, letting his finger slide lower and lower, down into the v at the swelling of her breasts. Tara gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. He teased her a few moments before sliding his hand inside her bra, cupping her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple. 

Tara moaned loudly and bit her lip. Her whole body arched up towards the stimulation. He freed the mound from its containment and bending down, ran his long tongue over the stiff peek before sucking it into his warm mouth. Now it was Yoongi's turn to moan as Tara whimpered. Her other breast was freed, and he worked on them both, bracing his upper body by parking his knee between her thighs, effectively spreading them. He could feel her heat, and his knee becoming damp.

She was lost, her hands sliding up his back, taking his shirt with them, and tossing it to the floor. His muscles rippled under her burning touch. He was sculpted, a dancer's lean torso and he utilized that control now to stay hovered over her, touching her as little as possible. He focused his attentions on the burning points of her desire, tracing her lips with his thumb, stroking her nipples with his tongue until finally sliding his hand under the waist band of her leggings and slow stroking her soaked clit.

Tara's vision almost instantly burst into stars. She cried out, her whole body going stiff as her core clenched on nothing. Jimin was about to stop when Yoongi said "No baby boy, keep going. Trust me she can handle it." Jimin smirked and renewed his pace. Tara's whole body trembled with overstimulation, and she was crying out with each breath. 

Yoongi had freed himself and was enjoying the show, letting his pleasure build. Tara watched him for a moment, trying to block out the onslaught her body was enduring but seeing his throbbing cock firmly gripped in his gorgeous hand caused her to explode again. Jimin hummed with pleasure. "Can you go again?" He purred. She cried out. It was a desperate sound. The stimulation sending near painful microgasms ripping through her whole frame. Then Jimin began to roll her sensitive nub between his fingers.

"Yes, I think you can." Jimin kissed her neck and moaned into her ear. She was near tears when she heard Yoongi moan and came again, hard. Jimin finally released her pulsating clit from his fingers. "Now let's see the mess you have made." He pulled her leggings and panties out from under her hips and all the way off, tossing them with his shirt. He glanced at Yoongi who was still cleaning up his ejaculate, and he nodded, giving permission.

Jimin lifted Tara from the chair and sat her on the desk. Naked from the waist down, breasts exposed, she exuded sex appeal. Jimin licked his full lips and grasping her knees, he parted them roughly. Her head fell back, and she braced herself on her elbows. Yoongi was next to her now, sucking one breast and cupping the other when Jimin thrust into her drenched core. He bottomed out and smiled when he saw her belly. The head of his cock pressed there, making a small bulge. He held her legs open and began to thrust.

Yoongi released her breasts and held her open, playing with her clit while Jimin watched his cock. "Careful Jimin. She squirts." Yoongi said softly. Jimin moaned and picked up speed. Tara gasped at every penetrating thrust, finally lying flat back on the desk and arching her hips up to his.

"Ah Yoongi Hyung, she...she's clenching AHAH!" Jimin came hard without meaning to. He filled her over and over, her contracting core milking him. Then she came, Jimin's cock erupted from her core as she soaked him with their mingled cum. Rivulets ran down her labia and puddled on the floor. Her body spasmed and she panted. Jimin stepped back, thoroughly shaken and Yoongi grabbed her claves, kissing each as he rested them on his shoulders, and buried his hard shaft in her warm core. 

He moaned when she clenched hard and pushed him out with her orgasm, another gush of fluid followed. He pushed back into her and worked his thrusting hips against her climaxes. He gace up counting, lost in her as he climbed higher and closer to his release. She was blissed out, beyond thoughts and time, her body singing. Jimin was recovered enough to rejoin the party, and moved back over her, sucking at her breast, his fingers going back to her clit. It was all over stimulation. The climaxes blended and bled together. No endings or beginnings.

Yoongi started to call out when he got close, her clenching sending him reeling. Jimin exposed her clit by pushing the hood back, and directly stimulated the most sensitive part. Tara screamed, her climax sending Yoongi over the edge. Both their bodies went ridged as the electricity washed over them, finally draining away.

"She is amazing Hyung."

"I told you." Yoongi replied, still panting. 

Tara started giggling out of sheer euphoria, her body was limp and exhausted.

***

Joon held Alex tight against his body as he slept. He had never felt so complete and tired as he had when they had both collapsed. Neither bothered to clean themselves, but lay where they fell, Joon hugging her damp body to his, his heart pounding in time with hers until he fell asleep. Now they both stirred, the room feeling stifling because of their combined body heats. Joon grabbed the controller and lowered the room temperature by a few degrees. He then realized that he needed to relieve himself. When he came back to bed, Alex was looking at him.

"What?" He looked down at his nude frame, thinking something was amiss.

"You're perfect." Alex said dreamily, a smile spreading of its own accord.

"I'm not." He retorted, climbing back under the cover. He kissed her shoulder.

She inhaled deeply. "Yes, you are baby. You may not think you are, the world may not care that you are, but in my heart, you are." She brushed his hair back with her fingertips, her eyes following their path, coming to rest on his face. 

Joon blushed and squeezed his eyes tight. She knew that meant embarrassed or tears, or possibly a combination of both. She stroked his cheek. His eyes flicked open, seeming to hold only a faint glimmer from the moon and appearing nearly black. Alex placed soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks and finally lips, lingering a moment before relaxing.

"See, perfect."

"How?" Joon questioned. "Where?"

"I see it. All over and in everything. The way you move. The way your brain works things out. The way you write music and sing."

"I don't sing." He interrupted.

"You do and I love your voice. I love your playful and immature nature, and how you are serious when you need to be. I love the way you can be falling apart, but you hold yourself together for your teammates and-"

He put his finger to her lips. "Stop." She kissed his fingers before moving them.

"You don't' like being seen. I know. I see you hiding. I see you. Not Rap Monster, not RM, just you. Kim Namjoon." 

"Will I still be perfect to you when I'm angry? When I close myself off out of frustration or depression?"

"We all have those moments. You won't have them alone anymore, which will make those times different. Together, you see?" She clasped his large hand in hers, weaving her fingers around his own. He repositioned them so only one finger was hooked. One of his quirks. She sighed contentedly. He pulled her hand to his chest and cradled it there. With her free hand, she stroked his birthmark. A jagged thing on his chest. She traced it and kissed it. "I've always wanted to do that." He could hear tears on the edge of her voice.

Namjoon felt like his heart was going to burst open. He put one leg over her hips and used his strength to pull her lower half closer. Her giggle bathed his soul in happiness, and he lingered on her words. No longer alone with his demons. His anger. Now he understood her fear from before, that this was all some sort of magic spell and as soon as you touched the bubble, it would burst into millions of shards of disappointment. He was pushing his fear away as he was pulling her to him. Pushing away the memories of what he thought was love, that had turned bitter as he tried to hold onto it. He wanted her to be the safe haven she claimed to be. Wanted the saving grace she exuded, to engulf him. 

He leaned in, putting his head to her head, breathing in her breath as she took his into her body as well. A single silent tear slipped from the corner of his eye, soaking unseen into his pillow. That single drop encompassing the years of loneliness and rejection, releasing it from his mind. Encircled in the safety of her love, he slept as he had not in many years.