Friendships Desires and Secrets

Decisions

"Yes!" Tara moaned out and watched as Jimin knelt before Yoongi and cleaned his cock of her cum. Jimin licked his soft lips. Then he began to suck, slow stroking Yoongi's soft member, going all the way to the base before easing it out past his full lips. Yoongi watched Tara's face and smirked when she licked her own lips. He could feel it hardening in Jimin's hot mouth and suppressed a moan when he sucked on just the head, sending sparks through his thighs. He had always been so good at this.

"Now I want to watch you clean her too Jimin."

Jimin nodded and scooted back between Tara's legs, propping them wide as he dove in. He licked her and sucked her clit, removing the majority of her cum and Yoongi's. When he was done, he slid two fingers into her and pumped. Yoongi moved over her and sucked her clit into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across it until she climaxed again.

"Mmmm. So messy." Jimin smirked. He moved over slightly and leaned over Tara, his face hovering above hers. Her eyes went wide as he lowered his mouth. She felt him skim his soft hands over her nipples as he pressed his full lips to hers. She hadn't expected to be kissing Jimin.

Her legs were shaking when Yoongi moved back between them and entered her again. Jimin deepened the kiss and she moaned. His kiss was so different from Yoongi's. His pillowy lips caressed hers gently. She could taste herself and Yoongi on them. Her body was responding to the friction inside and she was starting to have little microgasms.

Jimin leaned back so she could catch her breath and watched as her eyes glassed over. Her mind was free, and her body pulsed with sensations. Yoongi took her higher and higher, her rippling core bringing him closer to releasing again. Jimin took her clit between his fingers and teased it.

"She clenches so hard when you do that." Yoongi said. "Oh, she's soaking everything again! Don't stop! Damn Tala! Keep cumming! Good girl." He praised her in between breaths.

Jimin rolled her clit between his fingers and Tara arched up and cried out as she released again. Jimin smirked in amusement and didn't stop. Tara's legs trembled from the overstimulation. The sensations began to burn deep in her core. Her head tossed back and forth as she tried weakly to escape Jimin's fingers. He rolled her clit faster causing the burn in her core to throb.

Her orgasm tore out of her against her will, shattering her body into thousands of stars. She screamed as a rush of cum soaked Yoongi again. He came with her, her pulsing core sending him over the edge and milking his shaft until he stopped, completely spent.

Jimin gently untied her, and they both began to massage her arms, hands and wrists, working the blood back in them and warming them up. Yoongi went and got a hot rag, wiping off her face and neck. Tara felt the tears coming and internally chided herself for downing so quickly. The voices screaming at her, telling her how bad she was. How useless.

When the first tears slipped out, Jimin had just pulled the pillows out from under her and covered her up. He quickly dressed and, kissing her forehead he told her how perfect she had been and left Yoongi to cuddle with her.

"Are you ok Jagi?"

She nodded. "I will be. That was just intense."

He knew she wasn't being entirely honest because she wouldn't meet his gaze. "We can take a break from the sub stuff for a while if you want."

She shrugged, her mind deviling her. She knew he liked it. She wanted to do anything to please him. She also really wanted it to just be them for a while. Another tear slipped out.

"You don't have to say anything. I love you, Tala." He hugged her tighter to his body, kissing her and stroking her back. He whispered sweet words, drowning out the darkness of her mind. Soon they had both drifted off to sleep.

***

By the time Tara woke, she was too hot, stiff and alone. She also had to pee and fighting the urge to just roll over and cry, she got up. She peed in the dark but flicked the lights on to wash her hands. On the mirror was a post-it with a heart drawn on it. She dried her hands and stroked it with her finger.

In the kitchen, on the coffee maker, she found another and on her clothes, the door to the balcony, the TV screen. He had littered the apartment with little hearts. She found her phone charging in the living area and unlocked it. He had sent her multiple hearts in texts with one final text of. 'I will be home early.'

She decided a shower was in order and went back to the bathroom. Soon the room was full of steam. She examined her body and found it was covered in small love marks and bruises. Her wrists were almost raw from struggling against her bonds. Her core throbbed in response to her mind's musings.

She sighed and got in the shower, washing away Jimin's faint cologne and the scent of sex that perfumed her skin still. When she washed between her legs, she found her clit was still hypersensitive and gasped when she brushed it.

"Keep that up," she pointed at her neither region. "and we are going to have to have some alone time." She washed the rest of her body and rinsed off, her fingers trying to get all the soap off her sex without making contact. She wasn't successful and was soon teasing her now throbbing clit.

She writhed and moaned in the hot water that sluiced over her taught body. Like slowly pulling back a bow string, she circled her nub and with a jerk, she released quickly. Her core clamped down as she came hard, and she shook her head as her breathing steadied.

"I need to come home early more often." Yoongi said from the open door.

Tara jumped and called out, startled. "How ca- why di- damn it Yoongi!" She stuttered with embarrassment.

Yoongi held open a towel for her which she stepped into. He cut off the water and dried her hair with another towel. She hadn't even had time to properly dry off when he took her hand and backed her  into the bedroom. He lay her back on the bed. She looked confused.

"Do it again, Jagi."

"What?" She started to heat up under his intense gaze.

"I want to watch you." His eyes darkened, and he licked his dry lips.

She opened her towel and turned scarlet. He moaned loudly when her fingers delved into the velvet cleft of her sex and circled. He was staring, transfixed as she pleasured herself for him. It took everything he had to stay put and not to touch her. When she started to climax again, he felt his throat go dry, his body stiffening in response. She called his name softly as she crested and fell.

"So sexy Jagiya." He said, his voice raspy and deep. "Now I need you to get dressed. We are going out."

"What? Where?"

He didn't answer her but walked out of the room. As she dried off and dressed, she could hear him banging around. When she returned to the bathroom to put on makeup and fix her hair, he went back into the bedroom. When she came out of the bathroom, he was dressed up in a suit, looking like he was attending a fashion show.

"I don't have anything that formal to wear, Yoongi."

The look on his face let her know he was definitely up to something. He pulled back the cover of the bed, and there was a dress box tied in black satin laying there. She looked at him, then the box. She gingerly opened it to reveal a black evening gown. Her heart began to flutter like a trapped bird.

"What's the occasion?"

"You will see."