Dragonflies

The Gates - *BONUS*

~°• Nailah •°~

Jimin is such the instigator. Sitting semi-sideways on the couch between his legs with my back against Jimin's chest, I struggle to keep my breathing steady.

Taehyung sits on the floor in front of me with my right leg over his shoulder and his head resting against the inside of my thigh.

Yoongi is stretched out at my left side with his feet resting on the coffee table and his legs crossed at the ankle. He holds my hand.

My rascal boyfriend Jimin appears to have his arms around my waist just under the bottom hem of my tanktop, however, his left index and middle finger are further upwards than what would count as my waist.

Jimin makes slow circles over my nipple occasionally tugging at the hardened bud. He's always been a breast man, feeling the way my nipples respond to his touch is turning him on just as much as it's getting to me.

I can hear his low growls of arousal and feel his length twitch against my backside. He lightly brushes my hair away from my collar to press his pillowy lips just below my ear and make a line of kisses to my exposed shoulder.

We are supposed to be watching a movie. In the days following our weekend of honesty, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and I got together to make a plan on how we could grow our relationships a whole as well as individually. Having a group date night twice a month was one thing we decided try.

Jimin and Taehyung have always gotten along well since they were friends before I ever came into either of their lives. Yoongi, on the other hand, I met on my own. Even though Yoongi moved in six months ago, he has yet to really get to know my other boyfriends or even spend time with them.

Our group date nights were decided so that everyone could feel equally as important in our relationships. Jimin and Taehyung have continued to show me their feelings just as they had been, but Yoongi seems to have taken a step back.

I get it, I really do. This whole thing was too much for him and slowing down seems to be the move for now.

Yoongi and I haven't had sex since that weekend. I miss his touch terribly but I won't force him to share that part of himself until he is ready.

Jimin and I have had sex once since that weekend. It was different than any other time we've had sex as he seemed more worried about how the act would affect my thoughts.

Taehyung has cut back majorly on sex as well. I know that it is because of my past and that he wants to show me that his feelings are because of more than the things we do behind closed doors.

In the past three weeks, I've had sex four times and with only two of my three boyfriends. This is so far from my normal. My core quivers when wind blows now, and Jimin's antics have made me soak through my panties.

Taehyung kisses the inside of my knee making my core clench. Dragging my nails up and down Jimin's downy thigh, I suggestively stroke Yoongi's middle finger. My body is humming.

"You okay, Nailah?" Yoongi's deep slurry voice asks.

My face feels hot. "Yeah."

"You don't look okay," Taehyung says looking upside-down at me with the back of his head resting on the sofa. My pussy is telling me to ride his face.

Jimin twirls my nipple. I fold my lower lip into my teeth with a pained whimper.

"Something on your mind?" The smirk in Jimin's voice is evident.

Turning my head to shoot him an angry glare, I reply "No."

He is grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"So then the literal handjob you are giving me means nothing?" Yoongi questions.