Friendships Desires and Secrets

Postcards from Reality

Yoongi has finished up his studio duties long before Tara had showed up, and now he was driving her home. She was quiet and exhausted, but he knew she needed him tonight. She was high right now, but she would crash soon.

He got her out of his car and into his place quickly, undressing her and putting her to bed. He made her some hot tea and left it on the counter before curling up with her in the queen size bed. He had tossed all his clothes in a heap beside hers and now lay skin to skin with her and waited.

He had played a little rough with her before and always after the euphoria came the crash. Out of nowhere she would come down from her sub zone and burst into tears or be in an almost catatonic state. After some cuddling and reassuring, she would be fine. This time was different though, this time he had invited Jimin into their studio play time. Yoongi wasn't sure how she would react. He only knew that a reaction was impending. After about fifteen minutes, she began to shake. He held onto her tightly.

"Why him." she said softly to the darkness.

"What do you mean Jagi?" His tone was gentle.

"Why Jimin." Her voice was elevated.

"I have seen you blush around him. I have seen and felt your body tense when he flirts with you. You even told me that if you had a bias wrecker, it would be him. Your body wanted him. There's nothing wrong with that."

"B-but I'm yours!" He could hear the tremble of emotion on the edge of her words.

"Yes. I know you are, and I am yours. I shared what was mine, and I loved how much you wanted it." His hand drifted from her stomach down to the apex of her thighs, sliding his digits in her folds and parting the flesh to expose the hidden treasure there, began slow circles on the throbbing nub. She instantly responded, her body arcing slightly into his hand. 

"So be honest Jagi. Did you want him?"

She tossed her head and moaned, and his fingers moved closer to her core. 

"Jagiya." He growled sternly. "The truth will set you free." He moved his fingers faster, but still teasing her. "Did you want Jimin?"

"Ah! Y-y-yes. I want you more."

"I know baby." his fingers grazed the opening to her dripping core. "I know you want me. Even though you are exhausted, you would let me have you right now." 

She rolled her hips so they were flat on the bed and parted her legs to allow him access. He continued to tease her.

"Ah! Please! Yoongiya!" She arched and wiggled, wanting more. 

"You can wait for it Jagi, let it build." He purred in her ear, smirking when she moaned no. "You can." He kissed her jaw, and she turned her head toward him. He tried to be tender when he kissed her, his warm rough lips moving over hers, but she urged more from him, nipping at his lower lip and scratching his back and neck with her nails. He whimpered into her mouth then unleashed himself.

He told himself again that his intention wasn't to have another go that night, and he told himself that now as his fingers found her G-spot and stroked it rapidly. Her passionate cries were prayed onto his lips as they continued to intertwine, swelling with heat and need. 

"Yes." She whispered into his mouth. His answer was to slide his tongue in, mimicking the action his hips craved. He felt her core tighten around his fingers and knew she was close. He pressed harder, releasing her mouth so she could get more air. She contracted hard and a gush of warm fluid filled Yoongis palm. 

He groaned, his shaft once again hard and pressing painfully against her thigh. "Do you want me?" He growled

"Please yes god, Yoongi please!"