✧･ﾟ pairing: jimin x f!reader x yoongi
✧･ﾟ summary: sexual tension, parties and sex
✧･ﾟ warnings: threesome, mxm, squirting, dirty talk, sub!jimin kinda, dom!yoongi, hair pulling, noona kink, oppa/daddy kink, jimins praise kink, cum shot/play
✧･ﾟ word count: 3.5k
"Thank you for coming!" you shouted down the street and waved at your friends who had just left, leaving you three in the house alone.
The night consisted of ridiculous amounts of teasing from Yoongi, who constantly brushed his hand against your ass every time he walked by you, knowing exactly how it made your breath hitch and thighs clench. Every time he spoke to you, he would whisper in your ear how good your dress looks on you, and especially how he likes the way it hugs your curves. "God damn, I can't get over how good this looks on you" he would whisper, his hand firmly placed on your waist. You tried to blame the alcohol in his system, but considering he was the least drunk in the room, it was no use.
On the other hand, there was Jimin. The needy, tipsy boy had been all over you all night, throwing his head on your shoulder at every opportunity and pouting at you every time you walked away. "Y/N-ah, where are you going?" he would pout and reach his arms out for you, like a baby. "Come back here and cuddle!" he would shout, pretending to be angry and crossing his arms. You physically could not say no to that boy, dragging your feet back to sit next to him to give him the attention he craved.
You closed the front door, happily sighing now that everyone had left. You enjoyed your time catching up with your friends, but remaining calm and collected around them proved to be difficult when it came to the two mischievous boys who remained.
"Min Yoongi! Park Jimin!" you shouted making your way towards the sofa, anger evident in your voice as you prepared to scold them, not for the first time. "You two are gonna be the fucking death of me!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air to show your frustration.
"What did we do?" Jimin questioned innocently in a sad, quiet tone, which made your heart melt. You weren't going to show your weakness for him this time, though.
"Yeah, what did we do, Y/N?" Yoongi joined in, a cocky smirk plastered on his lips.
"Oh please! I probably have your hand print stuck on my ass, Min Yoongi" you exclaimed.
"Now now, I don't see how that's a bad thing" he smirked again, slouching back into the couch, man-spreading even more. You knew it was just a distraction technique.
That's the thing when it comes to Yoongi, he teases and teases until you're at breaking point and then nothing happens. It's a vicious cycle but frankly, you had enough of it. Why weren't you able to have him wrapped around your little finger? Jimin would do anything for you, so why wouldn't Yoongi?
"Don't you like getting our attention, Y/N-ah? It's hard not to be needy when you look like that" Jimin gestured to your dress, making you instantly conscious of your posture, yet it gave you a rush of confidence.
"Oh, Jiminie, she loves it" he assured the younger boy, standing up to close the distance between the two of you by stepping closer. "It's just an act but I see right through it, sweetheart".
A lump in your throat appears as Yoongi comes closer. You can't deny he's intimidating and he certainly makes your legs go week, making it hard to maintain your balance despite the fact he hasn't laid a finger on you. "You love it, don't you?" he inquires, running his fingers through the ends of your loosely curled hair.
