summary: You are a Princess. He is the nations’ Head of Guard. Both hold very highly estimable positions until they’re abandoned for the sake of love; but mostly for the sake of chasing a high, falsely revered to be the downfall of many – lust.
rating: m (smut)...
length: 2.8k
characters: Reader; Jungkook; Jin
warnings: pw/op... except there’s kind of a plot but not really lol; penetrative sex; unprotected sex (wrap your Willys before you do the sillys friends); cunnilingus; slight voyeurism; slight infidelity; slight possessiveness; JK is kind of dom-ish; dirty talk; both of them are Dom’s; degradation; slight humiliation; and others (I might have missed something’s)
a/n: it takes me a long ass time to muster enough courage to post my works; let alone RP fics... so please bear with me. i was gonna keep this in my word doc for further editing but i was just enabling my anxiety, so here’s hopefully the first of many fics ill be posting. comments make my day, feedback makes me improve but they’re equally appreciated. anyways, hope you enjoy. and stay safe friends x
a/n #2: There was an art/edit a fan made of JK with a metal hand inspired by the Winter Soldier, but I couldn’t find it anymore as it was a direct inspiration for this and I should’ve saved it! But alas! Yep just I guess try to imagine that lmao~
enjoy this very mild sin...
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Nobody knows.
Nobody knows and you’d be consistently frugal to keep it that way. It also didn’t help that you were Royalty- a princess, and he is, well, ultimately, he’s supposed to be in his own quarters. But that doesn’t stop you from finding any chance to see nor touch each other.
Round the corridors, in the hallways, on the stairs, in whatever vacant rooms, a simple scan around the premises proving bare of any other participants or onlookers and you’re locking lips and abandoning both your posts of being royalty and him, not.
Though you would both pull away achingly from each other despising the small moment interrupted at the merest indication of a sound or a murmur and discreetly, as if nothing had just happened before, continue their walk. Though there was nothing discreet about the smirks and knowing grins you both held without having to look at each other. Though the thrill of it would eventually catch up to you. This, you were sure, but nonetheless, you still chose to share his bed and he, well, yours. Always and undeniably.
On a cold, frolicsome morning, whilst laying on your side with your back facing him and Jungkook, with the back of his metal hand, tracing down your spine, sending currents of shivers through every follicle and cranny of your soul. You release a long sigh into the dawn, the latter part of your morning routine from your maids dismissed the night before. You wouldn’t be disturbed.
“Kook, you need to get to your chambers,” you mutter, while grinding your round bottom onto his hips and feel a streak of precum lather the crevice of your backside it makes you wonder how long he’d been awake to work himself up to such a charge that you were sure he was already red and leaking. The sensation alone unbridles your distaste for him leaving.
“One more doll,” he says as he wraps his metal hand around your middle and fits his warm, handsome face in between your neck and shoulder, “just in case I don’t see you at all today.”
You hum at the motion and scrunch your nose at the albeit delighting touch of his growing hair tickling your neck. They were always the grandest, softest thing, more than rubies or sheepskin that you’ve ever laid nor your eyes or your hands upon. You succeed in taking note of his grinding motions behind you, his growing hardness yoked between your cheeks while his hot breath at your ear takes hold of every string of your undoing.
“Jungkook,” you moan, the vapor of your sex from your previous coupling still heavy in the room and pressing heavy at your eyelids as your eyes roll in sinister need.
He moves from behind you, pulling your form at your hips to the end of the platformed, king bed, his palms anchored surely till your feet touch the fuzzy feel of the carpets tickling your toes. You feel his warm hands trace the length from your shoulder blades, down the curve of your arched back, over your upturned buttocks before grabbing a fistful of your ass, groaning at the lavish skin that pushed through the spaces between his fingers as he pulls your cheeks apart and an onset of cold air barely touches your dripping cavern, leaving you in shivers of anticipated pleasure, already brewing dangerously close to releasing.
“Let’s mess around just one more time sweetheart,” he whispers, pushing his girth in-between your butt cheeks and he moans at the touch of your softness surrounding his member. You whine as you feel a finger scoop at the pool of wetness from your dripping cunt and hearing a pop behind you. You take that moment to turn your head and find him sucking his forefinger, the other hand rubbing both your sopping slick all over his dick, the motion adding moisture as he continues to press his erect cock between your soft globes, the sight of it alone causing you to moan and drop your head to the mattress.
“Kookie please,” you whine, impatiently prying at loose ends of his teasing and hoping to every deity above he can cease his teasing for just a moment if only to impale your waiting cavern with his well-endowed length.
“Patience bunny,” he teases, this time grabbing a hold of your waist and hoisting you up onto your knees, parting your bent legs.
“You don’t have much time baby,” you plead, taking note of the time on the clock on the far side of your bedroom walls, as impatiently, you wiggle your bottom in the air, trying to stifle a giggle in hopes to tempt him.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he growls, placing both fists on the bed beside your bent legs and licks a stripe of your wetness from your swollen clit to your puckered ring. The mere slide of his tongue on your clit causing you to roll your eyes into your lids as you whine and eagerly swivel your lower back in desperate need of his fucking.
“Kook- “ you groan as he delivers a hard enough smack to your bottom it stops his full nickname being uttered.
“What did I say?” he asks as he tongues at your clenching asshole as his metal hand reaches forward to flick your clit. You fail to give him a reply and only opt to moan into the mattress before he reaches back and spanks your reddening ass again. Turning to look behind you and catching his devilish grin as you whine.
“To trust you.”
He pulls back and sinks a metal finger slowly into your dripping cunt; the coolness a stifling contrast to the heat you feel steeping to drop from the high of feeling your pussy being filled by his finger alone, and this time, he chooses to pop another smack to your other cheek, your noises of pleasure, mumbling the feeling, barely articulate and wholly incoherent as his lone metal finger began stroke within your walls and your moans double in volume before he growls. Something deep and guttural from hearing your cries at the mercy of his finger alone before gritting through his teeth, “Trust me what?”
“To trust you sir!”
“That’s what I wanna hear dollface,” he moans, withdrawing his soaked finger you’re your tightness and moaning at the dropping line of your slick onto the bed.
“Wish you could see how fucking gorgeous you look right now babydoll, here- turn to me and see how hard you’ve made me,” he says as he grips his cock in his metal hand, the coldness making him twitch. You quickly turn to see him stroking his dick, covered in black and gold metal and the sight alone makes your mouth water much more similar to how your dripping wetness as your lips open in abandon, your desire tangible when you bite your lip and peering up to meet his lust-heavy gaze.
You stalk toward him on hands and knees and lean forward to suck at his hanging balls as you hear him release a pleasure-filled grunt. You release and pull back to look up to see his head bent back with sinful moans releasing at his neck as he continues to jerk his dick. You place your mouth lavishly bound to the head of his cock, sucking at the velvety, slick skin there and before you lose any other part of your sanity, the one part of your brain that still soldiers to function tells you that you are running out of time. He has to get to his chambers really soon, but God no, not before he makes you cum one last time. So you release him with a loud ‘pop’ and he follows the sound as he reaches forward with his other hand to caress the sides of your face.
“My love, please hurry,” you plead, turning back around to present your waiting, ever dripping snatch. You feel his metal hand push at the tops of your shoulders, gesturing for you to lay your head down, the sheets, a feathers touch from your tight-budded breasts sending flocks of eye-rolling pleasure as you press flat on the bed. He grabs a handful of your locs, pulling hard enough the gasp that escapes your mouth catches tight at the bottom of your stretched throat. You moan and dare to arch your back any further, you might just break from the lingering release that lurks inches from when he would finally take you.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” he growls by your ear, the warmth of his breath a stark contrast to his speech, and your body shivers with anticipation before he lowly chuckles and says, “I will do with you as I see fit, whore.”
There it is.
The very thing you search for in your suitors and discovering their shortcomings in the one thing you needed most. You crave to be put in your place. You yearn to be manhandled like a needy vixen, like a pathetic slut that if you had it your way, you’d wait hand and foot to be used like the damningly sex deprived whore that you fantastically implore of being.
And he gives you exactly that. Exactly what you need. The very thing that puts you so far from the spectrum of the elegant princess you poise deceivingly to be. No, you were far from that, and he had been the only one to notice it.
You moan strings of ‘yes’s as he fixes the head of his member at your opening and without mercy pummels his hardness into you with a stuttered grunt and begins to slam your buttocks to his middle with a loud smack, roughly pulling your wet cunt over and over and over and over and over and over his girth. Your assassin turned royal guard ever gloriously dominating in his pursuit to find both your release as every stroke of his impressive cock slides past your vagina walls and like a buzz in the pit of your stomach, one sheer thrust touches your sweet spot and oh do you truly scream.
“There! Oh, fuck! Right there please- oh God! Right there,” you groan and growl and grunt and moan and whine and every little sound you make in hopes to urge him further, as you suppress to coax more of him into your pussy with every push of your hips back onto his cock, your orgasm just merely dancing in circles above you.
“Right here baby?” he teases with a grunt, hearing your sweet, wicked noises knowing full well in all his cockiness the sins he can rupture within you. Biting and growling at your neck he whispers, “Right here doll? Look at you, so fucking primal, can’t get enough of this dick can’t you? Pushing back on my cock like the needy whore you are – hnnggh.”
“Mine,” you whine, his sweet, filthy nothings behind you making you roll your eyes as he reaches a hand back and delivers a slap to your ass. Waves of nirvana pour over you at the onslaught of pain-filled pleasure from the reddening touch and every tug at your hair as he pulls and pushes into you, every breath stolen from your lungs, every bruising stroke inside of you, every stinging pleasure brought upon your supple ass, has you reaching heights till you’re sure they’re reaching the very tips of your fingers and your toes.
“My doll, taking me so damn well in that tight pussy-Fuck!” he grunts, his breath racing over the shell of your ear as he slows his pace.
“Yes,” you whimper, every stroke against your greedy walls lewdly singing in sloppy, wet sounds as you bunch up the bed sheets in your hands, a tight coil starting to brew at the bottom of your spine.
“You love sneaking around when nobody knows what we’re really doing, and it excites you doesn’t it?” he whispers, all broken and raspy as he laughs darkly in your ear while pulling out to the head of his cock before slowly delving deep into you till he bottoms out, his heavy balls a breath’s touch from your clit.
You cry out and slam a hand onto the bed, your body quivering with tremor, the bare weight of his shaft fleetingly tangling you into a crashing high as he starts to pump faster but more shallow inside of you, pummelling deep until it ghostly reaches your throat. The sounds of your sex swishing and licking at each other’s skin.
“Jungkook! Please-“
“Yes, my love!”
“Please!” you groan, his thrust begins to dig deeper into your cervix you were sure he was bulging out at your stomach.
His hands are everywhere. Pulling at your hips, your hair, your ass, your thighs, your swaying breasts; tracing every inch of you in compensation for the length of time he has to wait to touch you again. And you always dreaded that part. Above most things, you dreaded that you couldn’t freely walk around with whom you were sure is the love of your life. But for now, you’d settle for stolen moments and hurried kisses if it means you can keep both your dignities. However, at this moment alone, the lewd sounds of your tryst echoing off the walls with your needy pleas and his shallow grunts for release and his grunts for very much the same thing, sneaking around had its utmost peaks; and you were savoring this exact one.
“Jungkook! Fuck! Baby!”
“Cum,” he growls, every vibration against your neck pulsating down your body to your weeping cunt. Release just frighteningly close that you send a small prayer for your lover to finish you right then and right there and God does he know all the right spots.
“Take. Every. Last. Drop!”
You moan abidingly, as your thighs begin to tremble, shaking as spurts of cum fill you slowly yet surely, your own release cathartically reducing you to tears as you clench tighter around his cock, making sure to take his souvenir for keepsakes, keeping your pussy drenched for days. You like to revisit your trysts later when you’re alone in your bed, dipping your fingers into your hole and feeling his load still warm and moist inside you.
~
Jin thought it strange that his wife-to-be wasn’t in her usual recreation chambers as early as she usually liked to be. So initially he thought that maybe she wasn’t feeling well. But then he thought that surely, she would’ve said something. But then again, he wondered if it was more than that, especially since after asking her maids whether this was some new routine she had taken to. They merely shrugged and mentioned her often late arrivals in the past few weeks, and it wasn’t something they usually bothered to think about. But then again there was that sordid idea his betrothed had conjured up, dismissing her guard’s when it was not ideal, especially for the protection of the Princess; and he was itching for a rather scalding conversation with the youngster’s brother very, very soon.
Anyhow, he’d visit his betrothed this morning, only to find that not one of her assigned guards were stationed at the entrance to her chambers. Suspiciously he narrowed his eyes and pushed through the thick doors and to his chief shock and surprise, finds the nation’s only worthy head of guards in her living room, shirtless and albeit, locking lips with the princess’ cunt as he strokes his own shaft.
A sight for sore eyes they were; he only wished they had retrieved him sooner. He has always loved sharing his things.
“Jin!” you squeal, noticing his wide shoulders push through the doors and stood stoic against the gold crested doors.
“Oh don’t mind me darling, the little brother and I like to share.”
He especially loves the look of pure shock on your face, as Jungkook releases your swollen pussy lips with a smack, rising from his bent position. The action blocks your sight of the handsome prince at the door, and with a grin on the guards’ own lips you feel another pair of hands caress the bottom of your feet.
Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you
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– synopsis: The idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.
alt: What someone does for a person can be outstanding, sometimes.
↳ Pairing: yoongi x f. reader
↳ rating: 18+
↳ genre: phonesex!au, sexhotline!au
↳ word count: 14k+ (teehee)
↳ warnings: A LOT of dirty talk, age gap but OC is in legal age, college girl!OC, dom!yoongi x sub!OC, virgin OC, possessive yoongi, oral sex (m & f receiving), pronebone, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breeding, spit play, praise & degradation aka the unholy combination, face slapping, just so much smut but that's my forte
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*1 month after.*
“Put your feet down from the table, Yoongi,” his boss, a clean-shaven man in his forties, says as he walks around his table. “I know the pride that you have – that’s great – but I don’t want you ruining my acacia.”
Yoongi heeds his instructions, getting himself comfortable on the couch across from his desk. The excitement, the thrill he’s feeling as of now, he can’t ever get used to.
The boss hands him a thick, white envelope with his monthly cash.
“When will I ever get a raise, boss?” he quips.
“Oh, as if seven grand isn’t enough for you?”
“For a self-deprecating job like this? No.”
His boss stares at him blankly, shaking his head side to side. Yoongi busts out a laugh. “I’m joking. Thank you, sir,” he says while standing up, heading straight to the door as he waves the envelope, “I’ll be going!”
“I applaud you, Yoongi.” His boss unexpectedly tells, making Yoongi turn around to face him once again. “I applaud you for your satisfactory performance.”
That smug, cocky smile on his face reappears as he attends to his boss’ praise.
“You keep this company alive.”
If someone else had heard him, their eyes would widen in shock. But it was fortunately normal for Yoongi. He was continuously glorified for his work, and his boss never hesitates to say that in front of other employees. Surprisingly, no one has resigned because of any sort of jealousy or clear unfairness. Complained? Many.
“Sir,” he chortles, “your favoritism is showing.”
His boss spreads his arms to the side, bestowing a winning smile, “Can’t argue with that. Keep up the good work, man.”
Yoongi points his index finger at him, “You got it,” he says before finally exiting the room.
Buzz wasn’t always recognized and tolerated by many people. The first time they have launched their website, and people got intrigued by this so-called ‘sex hotline’, a lot were skeptical, if not – disgusted by the overall thought of their concept.
But not until one person, someone who had not been blessed with the jackpot of life, decided to give it a shot and apply for the job. And that changed everything.
Yoongi just did not give a single fuck about those people who despised him for applying to be a phone sex operator. He’s making money from getting people off — from a distance! Who wouldn’t want that sort of cash?
And that’s when the name ‘Suga’ came along. He became a popular demand by clients amongst other employees.
“Who cares?” Yoongi replies after being asked by one of his friends, Hoseok, about being the boss’ favorite. “They should be better at their job.”
You regret a lot of things in your life.
How you didn't throw a grandiose eighteenth birthday party to celebrate your legality, how you constantly forget to run every single essay you've written through an online plagiarism checker, how you didn't socialize enough to have a large circle of friends — and how you threw away Yoongi's index card with his phone number a few weeks ago.
You were so ashamed, a sentiment of humiliation that you didn’t think one human could even feel. But you did.
How stupid you were to ask for a meet-up with him. For what? So you can get fucked? Were you so incredibly horny that you allowed your filthy desires to take control over you?
Although what he said right after he ended the call stood out to you.
“I’ll think about it.”
Isn’t that just a nice way to say ‘no’?
Even so, there was no way for you to reach him again. Your phone did not save his contact, and you threw away the card.
You despise yourself for wanting to hear his voice once more. You want to relive the feelings you had whenever he spoke to you, even if it's simply to apologize. You yearn to be enthralled once more.
You shrug your shoulders as you unplug your laptop from your bedside table without further thought. "I'm a desperate bitch, but that's fine!" " you sarcastically shout as you open the browser. "All I have to do now is apologize. That's all there is to it."
You feel scandalous and flustered for typing the words ‘sex hotline’.
A website called Buzz pops up as the top link, and you quickly click on the blue highlighted text.
“Oh, geez,” you snort, wondering how you, at 7 pm on a Sunday, found yourself scrolling through this God-forsaken website.
On the front page, you can see a hotline labeled as ‘general’.
Was this the correct number?
You exhale, closing your eyes for a brief moment as if to psych yourself up.
As you dial the boldly written number, your hand that was holding your phone trembles. The nerves start to kick in.
After a quick three seconds, the phone rings.
“Oh my god,” you squeak, putting the phone on loudspeaker, “fuck fuck fuck fuck, I’m in trouble—”
“Hey,” a voice from the other side breaks your train of profanities.
This isn’t Yoongi.
“O-Oh!” You laugh awkwardly, “Uh… hi?”
If you can just smash your head against the wall and die, you would’ve done it by now.
“How are you tonight, sweetheart?”
“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath, closing your eyes tightly as you feel an overwhelming sense of humiliation. This isn’t the right number!
“Oh,” the man, with a completely different voice as compared to Yoongi, says with a grin, “are you touching yourself already?”
“I… no,” you blurt out.
“Oh.”
“What?”
“Well… this is, um, this is awkward.”
Throw the phone across the room — your consciousness tells you.
You decide to just go straight to the point, not wasting any more time, and to just get away from this hell of a situation you’ve put yourself through. “Do you happen to know a… um… someone named Suga?”
The man sighs deeply. Really deeply. “Of course. It’s always him.”
“Sorry?” you say in shock. It sounds like this man was pissed off that you asked for Yoongi.
Although it is pretty rude to request for someone else when he’s the one in charge of the general hotline for tonight. But you had a goal! You want to talk to Yoongi, and that’s it!
“You have to dial his hotline if you want a private call with Suga,” he says with indifference, “It’s…” he sighs, “It’s on the website’s ‘operator profiles’ tab. You can see his name and number.”
“Ah, I see…” you go back to your laptop, finding the correct tab that he just directed you to, “Thank you.”
“Yeah. Next time, don’t go to the general hotline. This isn't a help desk.”
Your face heats up, feeling so terrible, “I’m incredibly sorry. It’s my fault for not looking into the website as much. H-Have a good night.”
The poor guy ends the call first before you can. What you did was a dick move, but you knew nothing about how all of this works.
Your mouse pointer hovers over his name, Suga, written in bold letters with a five-star rating. Your heart pulses faster.
One by one, you dial the given number into your phone.
But are you mentally and physically prepared for what you’re about to do?
Yoongi had some whiskey to drink for the night. One reason was to celebrate his thick, monthly paycheck, and the other was to get himself into the right mood for his clients.
He moves the curtains of his living room wide open, revealing a large window view of the nightly city below him. Vehicles were still bustling at this hour, watching the people live their lives peacefully. With one hand, he holds his shot glass, drowning the liquid down in one swift move.
Yoongi was shirtless, only wearing a pair of black slacks. The lights were dim, music playing in the background, helping him build up the atmosphere as he is a perfectionist for detail.
In ten minutes, his line will reopen.
As he looks out the window, his mind wanders off to the thought of his first client of the night. He questions himself what could their interest be, what he can do to please them, and what he can say to them. Yoongi itches to talk to someone and make them feel as euphoric as possible, even if he's a thousand miles away.
He wouldn’t ask for a better job than this.
He takes a deep breath, setting his glass down on the glass table before he sits on the large, L-shaped couch. Feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins, the ringtone that he loves to hear reverberates throughout the room the second he picks up the phone.
As if his brain toggles on a switch, he alters his attitude.
“Good evening, dear.”
The other side of the line was quiet.
“Hello? Can you hear me clearly, dear?”
Still, silence.
Yoongi isn’t surprised by that — he has already encountered something similar in the past.
He chuckles, about to speak, but something catches him off guard before he can utter his words.
“Yoongi?”
His jaw drops as he realizes the client knows his real name. He panics, unsure if someone had intruded on his privacy or if it was a creepy stalker.
Now, it was his turn to be tongue-tied.
“Yoongi… it’s Y/n.”
Yoongi feels a stab in his chest. He's been attempting to forget what happened between you and him for the past few weeks. And suddenly all of those memories are flooding back into his mind.
The moment you asked if they could meet up, Yoongi’s mind quickly wandered to the thought of losing his job. Heck, he doesn’t even know how they can find out or if they can find out, but he doesn't want the risk.
“Y/n?” he gulps, “Y/n, I already told you.”
“Listen!” you respond, “I know this probably isn’t the right time, but I want to say sorry for—”
Yoongi tilts his head back and crosses his legs above the other, “Yes, Y/n, Now is not the time.”
You frown from hearing the stern timbre of his voice. “I’m trying to work,” he blurts.
Even so, he can’t seem to get angry at you after you say a soft, faint ‘sorry’.
The things you make him feel.
“Fine,” he runs his hand through his bleached hair, “I understand, sweetheart. And I’m sorry, what I did was a dick move.”
You listen intently, nodding as if he can see you. Hugging your knees close to your chest, you figure that you always do this whenever you need some type of comfort.
“I was only thinking about my job.”
With a faint eagerness, you respond, “But didn’t you say you’ll think about it?”
A vague smile creeps up on Yoongi’s lips.
Deciding to take the call to a different route with an itching feeling to tease, Yoongi replies; “How long have you been thinking about me, hm?”
Your breath hitches the moment he uses that grave and hot tone on you.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t stopped thinking about what I can do to you?”
You bite your lip to suppress your tiny whimpers. Yoongi can only imagine what you must be feeling right now, at this very moment.
“Truthfully, Y/n, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If only you knew how horrible I felt cutting you off like that.”
“I guess we’re both guilty of something, huh?” you giggle meekly, still trying to get used to hearing him after a little while, “But that’s all that I have to say. I… I can leave you to your work now. I guess you have a whole line waiting for you.” Your voice fades at the end of your sentence.
A lightbulb appears on top of Yoongi’s head, having an idea of what he can do to you.
He cannot let this call go to waste. Who knows if this is the last time he’s ever going to talk to you, and hear your sweet voice?
“You think I’m going to let you go just like this, baby?” he mutters huskily, “Without letting you have a good time? What do you say, baby?”
With each pronunciation of every syllable, Yoongi talks to you as if it was the first time. The thumping in your chest becomes faster, your mind slowly submitting to your nasty desires.
“Aww, I know you want to, Y/n. Don’t be shy, I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard the sound of my voice. Don’t you want me to talk dirty to you, huh?”
Unknowingly, you let out a prompt, quiet whine. You close your legs together, feeling the need to feel friction down there.
“Mhm? Is that little whimper a yes? You want me to talk dirty to you? Help you cum?”
You go into a more comfortable position, resting your head on the pillows as you close your eyes for a brief moment. You’re here. This is happening. And there was not a single nerve in you that wanted to stop.
“Yes, please.”
Yoongi, on the other side of the call, clicks his tongue, his head tilting simultaneously. “Tsk. Bad fucking girl. Have you already forgotten what to call me?”
“No, I’m sorry sir.”
Right after that, you can’t help but drag your pj’s down to your knees and start tracing your inner thighs. Yoongi releases a satisfied groan. “Fuck, I love the way you say that. So obedient, using that demure voice on me. You need to know how your sweet voice makes my cock hard and throbbing.”
Yoongi heard another meek moan to escape your mouth, urging him to continue with an egotistical grin, “I’d just imagine you drooling to have my cock inside your virgin little hole, mhmm, that’s what you want, right?”
“Sir—yes,” your fingers make their way to your drenched slit, teasing yourself as the pads of your fingertips trace all over your delicate, sensitive skin. You feel a shiver shooting through your spine when you hear a guttural moan from him, followed by a deep sigh.
Is he touching himself too?
“You’d fucking clench around me so tight, baby, ohh fu-uck, you’d fucking struggle to take my dick but you know that sir will take good care of you, yeah?”
Your body produces a thin layer of sweat, feeling extremely hot and bothered so you pull your shirt up and off your body. “Already undressing without sir’s instructions?” Yoongi sneers, “can you do me a favor and play with your tits, baby?”
You put the phone on speaker with no hesitation before feeling your hard nipples grazing against your fingertips. Kneading each of your breasts, your thighs unconsciously clench together as your eyes flutter shut. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide your embarrassing moans.
“‘Atta girl.” Yoongi relishes playing with himself underneath his pants, his long digits easily succumbing to the girth of his erect cock. “Did you ever touch yourself when your sir was gone, baby girl?”
“I’ve tried,” you half-whisper, mind going back to those moments where you desperately wanted to feel the same sensations as you did before — before when you were talking to him. Who would’ve thought that a man behind a phone would have this much of an effect on you? “I’ve tried… but it’s not as good.”
Yoongi, at your words, tilts his head back to lay it on the headrest. “Really? Did you rather have me guiding you, hm?”
“Fuck, yeah,” you rasp, dragging your hand down to your clothed pussy, teasing your already wet cunt above the material.
“Of fucking course, you do. You love taking instructions. You’re a slut for sir’s words, doing everything and anything he says — correct?”
You feel a series of strong shivers crawl through your body once again, resulting in a desperate whine. “Mhmm,” you breathe heavily, “may I touch myself, sir?”
Yoongi moans through a bitten lower lip, his eyebrows furrowing. You are such a good girl for him, and it makes him rock hard to conceive that such a young girl like you can easily submit yourself for a dirty, lewd man like him. He lubes his dick with the precum that is continuously leaking out of his tip, imagining that it was your juices that were soaking his length.
“Oh?” Yoongi teases, ‘’You wanna touch yourself down there with my help?”
“Yes, yes,” you quickly respond, almost panting as your fingertips outline your folds, “please, sir. Please.”
Yoongi’s voice drops a tone lower, “And what makes you think that you deserve my help, hm?"
Your eyes widen, sulking, “B-But—!”
“I can leave you right here, right now, end this goddamn call like talking to you never fucking happened.”
You feel sharp stings in your chest after hearing his words, sentences that you never want to hear. Clenching your legs together in utter need, you let out another pitiful whimper.
“What a little puppy,” Yoongi chuckles, “always whimpering instead of saying what the fuck she wants.”
How did he turn so degrading all of a sudden?
Your mind tries its best to think of an answer to his previous question. Yoongi, thankfully, waits patiently.
“I’ve been good, sir.”
“Good?” he scoffs, “Yeah, you’ve been a good girl?” Yoongi reacts mockingly, “I’ve encountered a lot of them in the past, sweetheart. They were all full of words but can’t handle being fucking disciplined. How can you be any different, huh? How can I know that you’re not lying to me?”
You wanted to punch a wall from the way he teases you. Your back arches heedlessly, discharging a frustrated cry. Hearing how he subtly snickers at your reaction, you put your hands into a pathetic fist.
“Haven’t I degraded you like this before?” Yoongi asks rhetorically, grinning, “you know, hearing you struggling, hearing the sheets below you ruffle as your body squirms are music to my ears. You better not be fucking touching yourself, Y/n. You wanna be my good girl? Wait for my directions, got that?”
You reply in a heartbeat, “Yes, sir.”
He can never get tired of how you say those two words.
“Louder.”
Your cunt flutters around thin air at that. Yoongi was deep into his dominant state, words falling off of his lips without consent.
“Yes, sir,” you express once again, but this time louder than the last.
The more Yoongi spends time with you on the phone, his fondness for you grows. Not only is he so enthralled — fascinated by your eagerness to please — but he feels different when he's talking to you compared to other clients. As if he's taking care of someone personal to him, and not just some stranger. He feels more intimate with you.
Yoongi carefully traces his throbbing length with one finger, teasing himself from the base of his cock to his tip. “Good job. You know, Y/n, I wanna know more about you.”
Yoongi, though already impatient and just couldn’t wait to hear your delicious and delightful moans, has to ask this question.
“What does that mean?”
“You have to tell me what you like, sweetheart. What turns you on, what fantasies you have stored in that dirty, pathetic little brain of yours.”
Your heart pumps faster as you feel a striking shoot of adrenaline rush through your veins. Your pussy soaks your panties until they become uncomfortable, but you are not going to take it off yet.
Your face goes crimson. It was the first time a man has asked you what your desires were, and truth be told, you had the darkest and most filthy fantasies for someone who hasn't had sex before.
“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, baby. C’mon, tell me what you like and perhaps...” there was a pause, “we can make them come to life.”
You gulp, eyebrows creasing from how turned on you are. Your hips buck up into the air, wanting – needing friction down there. And the way Yoongi talks to you just fuels your craving even more.
“Come to life?” you graze your tongue across your swollen bottom lip, “what are you implying, sir?”
Yoongi smiles, content from the sudden confidence in your usually meek tone. He senses that you were smirking as you said those words to him, making him do the same action.
“Baby girl, I’m implying that you come over so that I can finally get my tongue to taste your sweet cunt.”
You emit a clear, loud gasp. A humiliating sound causes the man over the line to bite his lip. He anticipated that reaction.
But Yoongi meant every word he said.
He needs you, and he doesn’t give a damn anymore.
You couldn’t get your feet to stay still, constantly bouncing up and down, your eyes glaring at the clock above the whiteboard with every chance you get. Ten minutes left before the lecture finishes – ironically with Mrs. Chan – and you’re finally done with all of your classes for today, and that means only ten minutes left before you meet Yoongi.
For fuck’s sake. Who would’ve thought you’d end up like this. A crazed college girl who longs for a man whom you’ve never even seen his face before. But props to Yoongi — he made you fall for him with just his voice.
You wonder what he looked like. How he dressed. How he styles his hair. Is his voice the same in real life as it is over the phone? Is he constantly just putting on a performance every time he would talk to you? Or is he doing it because it’s his job?
Does he like you?
These questions were nonstop making your head spin. Albeit delusional were the next couple of questions popping in your distracted little mind.
“Hey, don’t do that.”
You turn to your left to see the owner of the voice that released you from your stream of thoughts. “You alright?” A guy with long, black hair and doe eyes stares at you with what you thought was utmost care. He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at you.
“Sorry,” you stop bouncing your leg, cheeks flushed in red in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to annoy you.”
He grins, showing his teeth, “No, no, it’s nothing. I-I’ve read somewhere that bouncing your leg up and down like that continuously is a sign of anxiety… something along those lines.” The guy huffs nervously, “I-I’m Jungkook.”
This was so random. You’ve been sitting beside this guy during the whole three-hour lecture, and now he’s introducing himself to you. “Nice to meet you! I’m Y/n,” you reply politely.
As the class almost comes to an end, you gather your things to leave the shitshow as soon as possible. Not to mention — to avoid more possible interactions with Jungkook. You were not in the mood to make any more small talk.
“Uh, hey—”
You were about to make your way down the steps until his voice stopped you. You turn around with a raised eyebrow. “Hm?”
Jungkook runs a hand through his thick hair, fluffing it right before he speaks. “Maybe we can get to know each other soon?”
Yoongi.
You need to see Yoongi.
“Well…” you avoid eye contact.
Yoongi’s waiting.
You straighten your posture, gripping the strap of your tote bag tighter. “I’ll think about it, Jungkook.”
Before he can even muster a reply, you hurriedly rush to the door, pursing your lips as you can’t believe you just turned down a man like that. You cover your mouth as you hide the grimace beneath your palm.
Yoongi sent you a text to meet him in front of the bookstore right outside your campus. He sits at a bench outside the shop, legs crossed as he twiddles with his phone. Just like you, he was wondering what you would look like. Nevertheless, he knows that you’re just as lovely as your voice sounds. He scans the crowd of students that exits the campus. With attentive eyes, he tries to guess where you are – who you are in this mass of people.
Yoongi adds another text. It reads:
“I’ll call you.”
Within a matter of seconds, your heart begins to race as you walk to the bookstore. Your thumb taps the button to accept the call.
Yoongi would instantly know where you are as soon as you bring your phone to your ear.
“I’m right here, baby.”
That oh-so-familiar tone resonates through your body, making you feel a wave of butterflies in your stomach. You make your way forward to where a man was sitting, also on his phone with a smirk on his face, eyes focused on yours.
Is that… him?
You take a few idle steps forward until you are a couple of feet away from him. His eyes captivated yours and everything that surrounds you seemed to slow down. “Yoongi,” you whisper, and he hears your soft sound through the phone.
“Mhm, that’s me.”
He abruptly stands up, not taking his eyes away from you, “Come closer,” he articulates, the phone still pressed on his ears. You do as you're told, closing the gap between the two of you slowly. “Closer.
Yoongi, as politely as he possibly can, skims your body up and down. "Beautiful," he whispers, not loud enough for you to hear.
The call ends after Yoongi reaches a hand out for you to grab. He gives you a kind smile, indicating that you have nothing to fear.
It was different this time. This was happening in real life, and you were no longer in the comfort of your room talking to him. Yoongi was there with you, physically present. About to receive his touch.
“Don’t leave me hangin’, baby.” He smirks.
Oh, God. His voice sounds so much better than over the phone. It was the same deepness, that timbre that always made your core tighten up in lust. You internally shake all of your nervousness away before taking his hand and clasping it with yours.
Fireworks. You feel a burst inside of you – something you’ve never felt before, like static shooting throughout your body as soon as your hand touched his warm skin. Yoongi draws you even closer to him, almost too close for your usual level of comfortability. He didn’t hide the fact that he was staring at your lips, licking his own in return. Somehow, you both take your time to engulf each other’s presence amongst the people walking by as if it's the first and last.
“Is it okay if I wrap my arms around you?” he purrs, scanning your face for an answer, throwing away his growing ego as he notices your cheeks getting redder by each second. “Hm?” His thumb caresses your knuckles warmingly, and with each swipe, your heart pumps a second faster.
You don’t respond, rather, you grab his wrist and place his hand on your back, allowing him to wrap his arm around you just like he said.
“You can hold me, Yoongi,” you giggle.
Without hesitation, he uses both arms to pull you tighter to him, finally pressing his body onto yours. Your eyes grow as Yoongi looks at you hungrily.
“You don’t know how much I’ve imagined you saying my name, fuck,” he breathes out, “You’re so fucking stunning, baby.”
You hold a whimper that was bound to escape your lips. You can’t do this in public!
"You're more than what I've expected, oh my god," Yoongi says as he leans his forehead to yours, oblivious to the fact that you're both in public, exhibiting affection. He looks deep into your eyes as if you've known one other for a long time. You notice that he doesn't hold back in physical contact. Why would he? When he was dying to lay a finger on you ever since.
And for some strange reason, you feel solace in his eyes.
“Beautiful fucking girl.”
“Not here, please,” you weep, shifting your eyes away from his unwavering ones.
“That’s the voice I like to hear,” he grins menacingly, “I can’t wait to hear more of those soon.”
He was the first to pull away before reacting to what he said. He grabs your hand, and with a cheeky smile, kisses it.
This man, you swear.
You couldn't quite comprehend that this was truly happening. None of this would have occurred if you hadn't picked up the note from your professor that day with Yoongi's phone number. In a way, you owe Mrs. Chan so much. A part of you was glad that you were the one experiencing Yoongi’s touch and not her.
“There’s a bar a couple of blocks from here. What do you say?” Yoongi opens the passenger’s door of his lavish car for you.
Before you take a seat inside, you purse your lips, tilting your head at him, “I’m not dressed up for that…” you look down on the ground, wanting to hide, “and besides, uh, I don’t have that much, you know. I only have a couple for the train and—”
“Y/n.” Yoongi clicks his tongue, sounding a bit disappointed, “that’s not a problem. You know that.” With a slender finger, he uses his digit and places it beneath your chin as he applies the right amount of pressure to tilt your head up. You look at him with big eyes unknowingly, and that makes his mind race with thoughts. Thoughts that did not belong at this time.
Yoongi bites his lip for a moment before settling back to reality.
“You don’t have to dress up. You only look good for me, and right now—” he leans closer to you until your faces almost touch.
Was he always such a tease?
“—You look fucking delicious. Especially with that short skirt of yours. Was it even allowed to wear such flimsy material to school?”
“Alright, alright!” you exclaim, sighing as your face heats up once again. You immediately climb into the car without any second thought, making Yoongi laugh. It was the first time you’ve heard him laugh like that, almost airy and hiccupy which you found adorable; a total contrast of the usual persona he portrays in front of you. You create a mental note to make him laugh more often.
It was like Yoongi fits right in the bar as if he goes here every chance he gets. His outfit, all black and neatly fitting his well-built body, compliments the dim and sensual aura of the bar.
You, contrarily, were the complete opposite. It was laughable – the image of you two walking inside the building and how different you looked beside him. The bar greeted you with slow, r&b music, with the deep bass hitting all the right places in your chest.
Yoongi places his hand on the lower part of your back, nudging you with a firm push so that you can keep up with him. That simple gesture made you flush in crimson, gnawing at the insides of your cheeks.
“Do you drink?”
“Sometimes.”
Yoongi smirks, staring at you as he takes a seat at the barstool, making you do the same.
He doesn’t look away from you, catching the way he is, once again, checking you out. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Or else what, hm?”
You've just been inside the bar for a few minutes, and he's already making you want to rush to his place.
The bartender approaches the two of you with a glint in his eyes. He fixes his gaze specifically on you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a suggestive grin. As he leans on the counter, your eyes travel to his arms and the curves of his biceps thanks to his white dress shirt.
Yoongi notices you staring, but he doesn’t say anything.
“What can I get for y—”
“Two cans of beer,” Yoongi says, laying his right hand on your exposed knee, “for my girl and I.”
Oh. My. God.
You purse your lips, looking down as your hair covers the side of your face. Yoongi liked your reaction despite how the bartender straightened his posture uncomfortably.
He coughs, “Got that.”
Right when he left, Yoongi scoots his stool closer to yours so that his knees were touching yours. “Look at me,” he grabs your cheek, applying an ample amount of force to cock your head up. Yoongi leans in, stares at your lips, then back to your wavering eyes that couldn’t stay still. “Y/n,” his thumb rubs the soft skin of your cheek, attempting to calm you down. “Come on, don’t be shy. What’s to be shy about, huh?”
You finally lock eyes with him despite your nervousness. You figured that Yoongi likes having intimate eye contact with you. He likes to see you struggle to keep your gaze on him, he likes noticing your breath hitch up, and he awfully gets turned on seeing you look so lost in his dark irises.
“There you go, good girl,” he lowers his thumb until it sensually swipes your bottom lip. You watch him scoff at how you reacted to that pet name, “You’re my good girl. No one else’s.”
“Yoongi…” you half-whisper, half-moaned, “d-don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he smiles smugly, “don’t turn you on in public?”
You respond with a small nod. With his other hand, he places a warm palm on your thigh, creeping it up your bare skin insatiably slow. Inch by inch, his fingernails graze your skin as it causes goosebumps to appear on the surface. Yoongi loves how reactive your body is to his touch, urging him to advance.
“I hate to break it to you, baby, but I like seeing you getting riled up under my touch.” The hand that was cupping your cheek goes to grasp the back of your neck, then up to your scalp.
Your eyes enlarge when he abruptly grabs a handful of your hair, tugging you back so that your neck is exposed to him. You were not successful in hiding your moan, so you release the suppressed, lewd noise, making Yoongi’s ears perk up.
He pulls your stool closer, face inches away from the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent; the proximity and the sensual atmosphere of the bar cloud Yoongi’s mind and nothing else. He wanted to touch you for too fucking long, to have his hands all over your body; he waited so long for you. And he almost regrets taking you to a bar rather than driving straight to his place and fuck you senseless.
He then starts to play with the hem of your skirt, making you release an uneven exhale. You hold his wrist, not applying any pressure, but just enough to remind him of your presence. Yoongi’s mouth reaches up to your ear, tugging you nearer to his upper body, “What if I just stick a finger up your pussy, right here, right now?” He rasps with that voice that you loved so much. You clench around nothing, biting your lips to hide an embarrassing moan.
You were tempted to close your eyes, but your brain reminded you that people might be looking. Immediately, you scan the area for potential lurking eyes, but almost everyone was drunk as a skunk or minding their own business as if they’ve seen worse.
“Look at my hand,” he commands, referring to the one resting on your thigh. They were so big. His fingers were slender too.
Shit. You feel the uncomfortable wetness in your underwear, making you shift on your stool.
He crawls his hand under your skirt until the flimsy material covers his fingers. You shiver, jolting your hips in the slightest – but Yoongi still catches this action.
Your eyes connect once more. “I know you want to feel them deep in you,” he whispers, “and hit just the right spot.”
You moan softly, peeking at him with needy eyes. You were getting wetter and wetter as he talks dirty to you in public, where there’s a chance of people hearing, shit, this is way better than over the phone.
“Would you like that?” he sneers, already knowing the answer.
Yoongi, done with the teasing, gives your thigh a firm but gentle slap and pulls away, leaving you flushed and breathless.
“Oh look,” he chimes, grasping the two cans of beer in front of the two of you, “that poor bartender must’ve seen everything while we weren’t paying attention.” He pops open a can for you, you – who was just gawking at him with an open mouth. You can’t believe what has happened. Is he leaving you like that as if nothing happened?
Contrary to your thoughts, he was having a hard time controlling his growing dick beneath his jeans. He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat.
“Cheers, baby,” he laughs, bringing his can to yours, making a quiet ‘clink’.
“Close that mouth of yours, Y/n. Before I put something in it.”
In all honesty, you tried pushing whatever the hell just occurred behind you as Yoongi proceeded to have a normal conversation with you, but his touch lingered on your skin more than it should have. Not to mention, he ordered a pint of beer because that single can was not enough for him. You fiddle with the rim of your empty can, wanting to order another but were too shy to ask for it since you’re spending another person’s money.
Yoongi was enjoying every second of his time with you, finally. He was solely immersed in you, eyes never leaving your side because the moment that he gets stripped away from you — if that ever happens — he wants to remember every single detail of your presence.
The one rule that Buzz had for each employee burns at the back of his mind: no operator should have any private relationship with a client. Yoongi feels his chest tense whenever his consciousness goes back to that forsaken rule that he’s bound to break.
He knew that the only “reason” you believed as to why he abruptly cut the call that day, the day where you asked if you two can take things further, was you stepping over his boundaries. He doesn’t know when and how he should tell you, shit, should he even tell you that what the two of you are doing right now is restricted within the company?
But the longer he stays with you, the more he sees how precious you are for him.
Yoongi hasn't had a serious relationship in a long time. He's had flings before, but never romantic ones. You've come to know that he wasn’t the romantic, chivalrous type, which was the current topic of your conversation.
“Have you ever, uh, d-done this with someone else?”
He tilts his head with a sly smile, “What?”
“Nevermind–”
“Are you asking if I’ve ever dated someone? Baby if you wanted to know my body count then you could’ve just asked–”
“No! It’s not like that! Well, I mean, yeah but I didn’t want to directly ask– ugh!”
Yoongi smiles as he lets out a little chuckle, pinching your reddened cheek from the alcohol. “Shh, it’s alright. You wanna know if I can do the things I’ve been promising to you over the phone, huh?” He was wearing a cocky grin all this time, “Don’t worry, Y/n. I’m not a scam.”
You bite your lip unconsciously, something you’ve been doing unbeknownst to you this whole time with him. He was edging you with his words alone, and you wonder how it would feel when you can feel his heat on yours, his body pressing against you and pinning you on the bed.
“But truthfully,” Yoongi says seriously now. How can he go from this teasing-ass persona to someone so grave in the blink of an eye? “I don’t do many hookups these days, only focused on work.”
You quirk your brow up, “Oh, so you don’t get laid?”
Yoongi held himself back from a snarky remark. He doesn’t want to go there yet.
“Is it your business, my dear?”
You cringe, not at all satisfied with his response. Somehow, the idea of him in the presence of another woman brings you a literal heartache, your mind spiraling in scenarios of him being with other people, whereas you knew that you were not in a place to feel that way. His job is to bring strangers into an orgasm daily. It’s his job to turn people on. You were just a lucky one.
“Hey, I think that guy knows you.” Yoongi suddenly blurts while staring at an area behind you. Your forehead creases, “What? What guy?”
Turning around as you try to find a familiar face, you ask Yoongi again, “Which guy are you talking about?”
Your eyes scan the area, looking past all the people drinking and chattering until you see the same black and long-haired dude stealing a look at you. His eyes widen, surprised to see you notice him.
“Who’s that?” Yoongi questions, shifting in his seat.
“A guy I met in class earlier. Goodness I sure hope he’s not stalking me… oh here he comes— hey, Jungkook!”
He grins widely, “Y/n! I was surprised to see you here,” he tilts his can of cola to Yoongi’s direction, “with a fine companion I see.”
“Yeah, she’s got nice taste, don’t you agree?” Yoongi reacts brashly before taking another sip of his beer. You hurriedly slap his knee as you feign a laugh.
“I hope you’re not following me around, Jungkook,” you say as lightheartedly and friendly as possible.
“Oh, no, no! It’s all just a coincidence. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable–”
“Well, you made me uncomfortable staring at her for far too long earlier, Jungkook,” Yoongi snaps and shortly seizes your wrist tightly, pulling you up from your seat. He starts to stand up and makes a final statement to Jungkook, who watches with a stunned look on his face.
“We’re going.”
Yoongi pulls you towards the exit harshly, almost making you stumble, but you still grab the opportunity to turn around and mouth a quick “Sorry!” to Jungkook.
“Yoongi!” you squeal, your wrist undoubtedly turning red from how tight he was holding you. “That’s so low of you!”
Yoongi scoffs and speaks with a strict tone. “Oh give me a fucking break. If you could just see how he was gawking at you for every single second, Y/n. I don’t want any other man to look at you the same way as I do.”
“Mine or your place?” You ask in between stutters as Yoongi wraps his arms tighter around your body, his mouth peppering kisses all over your neck. Outside the parking lot, he leans you against his car and holds your hips in place as he grinds himself on you. Yoongi ignores your query for a moment as his mind is filled up with a sexual appetite for your body. Specifically, how you sounded – so sensual and soft at the same time. His large hands rake down your sides, feeling you shiver after a whole gush of cold wind hits your skin.
“Yoongi,” you moan as he kisses your neck, finding that sweet spot behind your ear that you didn’t even know you had. He leaves wet trails of kisses down, then moves back up to scatter them throughout your jaw. You hear him hum deeply, smiling against each kiss.
“Call me sir,” Yoongi groans, sinking his teeth into your supple skin. You whimpered at that as you buck your hips onto him a little bit harder this time, making him aware of your neediness.
“Don’t make me say it again. Tell me, who does your cunt belong to?”
“You–ohh–it’s yours, sir.”
Yoongi hums in approval, that word slipping past your tongue so sweet like honey. “Good girl. Now get inside the fucking car, I need to eat your pussy.”
You mutter curse words under your breath from his straightforwardness, forgetting that this is who he was, being Suga.
You both get inside the backseat, automatically he hovers above your body and you prop yourself up with your arms. He sees parts of your eyes tainted with worry and your body tense. He sneers, grabbing your jaw with a forceful hand, “Are you afraid?”
You nod timidly, not trusting your voice.
“Aww, why is that?” he says condescendingly, leaning close to your face until his lips hover on top of yours, “You’re finally getting sir’s tongue on your pussy. You should be excited.”
You whimper in pure desperation, his hand crawling underneath your skirt and rubbing your inner thigh. “Mhmm, keep whimpering like that, baby. Tell me, do you want this?”
With big eyes, you look up at him with hopes that you deliver your neediness non-verbally. But he doesn’t want that. He wants to hear your words. He waits for you to talk, something that you figure out a little later on.
“Yes, sir.”
Yoongi grins in content, eventually connecting his lips to yours.
You couldn’t keep up with his pace, no. He kisses you like a starved man, craving for your taste as he holds your head in place for him to control. You mewl against him, gasping when he slides his tongue inside your mouth to meet your own. You fall back on the leather seat, your arms wrapping around him securely. He, too, was groaning now and then as he makes out with you, pressing his body on yours whilst grinding his hips. Your tongues danced with each other and you were almost out of breath. Yoongi wanted this for so long, he imagined doing this to you for too long and now everything’s finally coming to life. Whatever he said to you on the phone was real – and he was down to do all those things to you as long as you consent.
Yoongi pulls away, lips red and covered in each others’ saliva. You clench your pussy around nothing while your panties get soaked with your liquid. Yoongi puts his knee in between your thighs and spreads them, preventing you from closing your legs.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he massages his hand up and down your thigh, goosebumps peeking through, “for now.”
Although he knew that it’s not your first time to cum, it’s sure is your first time having a man between your legs. The thought alone sends Yoongi into primal lust for you, his mind going in autopilot as the only thing that matters the most is your pleasure.
Two fingers hooks over the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down inch by inch. You bite your lip, looking at his eyes wearily. He shakes his head, “It’s okay, you’re beautiful.”
You hike your hips up slightly so he can fully remove your undergarment, sliding it off your legs. Yoongi grinds his teeth together as he can practically smell your arousal, hitting his nose like a drug. He grasps your damp panties in one hand, soon bringing them up to his nose while taking a deep inhale.
Did he just—
“Oh my god,” he grunts, “I need to taste you, fuck, put your legs up over my shoulders.” You both waste no time and you obey his command. Your pussy was all up in display for him, allowing him to dwell in how you look right now.
His slender fingers come in contact with your pussy lips, spreading your juices up and down your slit. You tremble from his soft touch, already whining. “Look at this virgin little cunt, holy fuck,” he leans in, inhaling more of your scent as he doesn’t break eye contact with you. You notice his eyes turning a shade darker, an animalistic desire driving his motives. He teases you by pressing just the tip of his long, middle finger against your hole, making you gush out.
“So adorable,” he drags that finger slowly up to your clit which was begging to be touched. You grab onto his back as soon as he rubs your throbbing bud firmly yet so fucking slow which made you buck your hips onto him harder. Yoongi hums, using two fingers to rub gentle circles on your clit, your mind hazy as you moan uncontrollably.
You were so responsive. It was hard for him too as his dick was uncontrollably throbbing against his pants.
“Sir,” you whine, “s-so good.”
“Yeah?” he smirks, “you like that?”
“Mhmm.”
“What if I…” he crawls down south while hiking your skirt up to your belly.
A loud gasp escapes your mouth, eyes enlarging as he, fucking finally attaches his lips directly on your clit, replacing his fingers. You squeal, holding his hair tightly as he doesn’t wait to flick his tongue up and down your bud.
You can’t stop your eyes from rolling back as Yoongi continues to toy with your clit, drawing figures with his tongue as your juices drip down your thigh. “Ohh my— sir, shit,” you moan, rocking your hips. Wet, sucking noises fill the air alongside your moans as you venture into a deep trance of pleasure.
As if it can’t get any better, Yoongi drags his thick, long tongue up and down your slit, collecting all your wetness. He sucks on your labia, spreading your juices all over your pussy. Yoongi grunts to himself as he firmly presses his hands down on your hips, pinning you on the seat.
Suddenly, Yoongi gathers saliva in his mouth and spits it directly on your cunt.
You almost came from that sight alone. He dives in again, his ash-blond hair slightly covering his eyes. He looks so hot from that angle, his tongue flicking your clit furiously as his hands continue to caress your inner thighs. He alternates between sucking and teasing your entrance, prodding just the tip of his tongue right in to tease you.
“You taste so fucking good, baby girl, better than I’ve imagined,” Yoongi claims, seeing his mouth glistening in your wetness. “This pussy drives me wild.”
Yoongi uses his mouth to drive you closer to an orgasm. Wanting to cry from how good he’s making you feel, you tightly close your eyes as you squirm and squeal against his firm hold as sweat accumulates on your skin.
“P-Please, sir. I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pulling on his hair.
“Beg for it.”
There he is again.
“Please!” you half-moaned, half-whispered.
Yoongi clicks his tongue, stopping his tracks suddenly. You whimper for him to come back, but he shows who’s in control by wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides. “Do better. Show me what a good girl you are and beg properly. Do you understand how lucky you are to feel my tongue on you, huh? Do you know how many sluts out there want to be in your place right now?”
Yoongi’s hand abruptly comes in contact with your cunt sharply, slapping it once to make you flinch. His cold tone added to your arousal, your stomach doing cartwheels.
“Beg properly or else I’m not letting you cum—”
“—No! Please, sir! Let me cum, please let me cum,” you cry out desperately, eyes welling up in tears, “Please make me cum. I’ve been a good girl for you, sir – please!”
Yoongi leans back down to your cunt, smirking. “Yeah? How good were you?”
You gulp, “Y-You’re all that I was thinking about, sir. Every time I try to cum, you’re always on my mind.”
Yoongi was more than pleased by your answer. Even something as dirty as that made his heart clench in some twisted way.
Fulfilling his promise, his mouth goes back to work and pushes you closer and closer into an orgasm. He does not only know how to use his mouth to talk dirty, but he’s so good at oral. He was proud of what his tongue can do, in every possible way.
Your core tightens, feeling your orgasm any second now. Yoongi’s grunts and the vibration it sends were the push that you needed before coming undone, hard. You scream, praying that no one outside can hear you. Your hands grab his hair, pushing his face onto your pussy as you spill out your cum on his tongue.
“Fuck,” he mutters, licking you up without wasting a single drop. He closes his eyes as he tastes you, gulping your sweet nectar down without hesitation. “That’s my good girl.”
He comes back up, meeting you face to face, noticing your chest heaving up and down. Yoongi presses his lips on yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. You were already out of breath from your first surreal orgasm, but Yoongi makes out with you like he was still starving.
“I love the sounds you made,” he chuckles, pressing a final kiss on the tip of your nose, “so cute.”
A little bit later, he notices that you were staring at his crotch, the tent made by his hard dick obvious to your sight. He reaches out and grabs your chin, “You wanna taste my cock?” Yoongi asks as if reading your mind.
Your purse your lips while nodding, your mouth aching to be stuffed.
He wastes no time to sit down and unzip his pants as you sit prettily beside him, watching him play with the hem of his boxers. "Pull it down for me."
You hook your fingers along with the bands and tug his underwear down without further hesitation. But his big, lengthy cock springing upwards, resting on his abdomen made your nervousness come back. Your mouth dries up as you don't notice your pussy clenching in need as you eat his dick with your eyes. You whine when Yoongi wraps his hand around his shaft, ultimately making his hand look small.
Suddenly, he collects a bunch of his saliva and spits it on his cock, using that for lubrication.
That was enough for you to beg.
"Oh, please," you look at him, "I want your cock, sir."
Yoongi was taken aback by your greed, resulting in him wrapping his other hand around your neck. He chokes you and roughly tugs you down until your face was centimeters away from his throbbing dick. "You want this so bad, huh? Why, what a little slut begging to suck cock for the first time. Go ahead, show me what you've got."
You knew what to do from the countless amount of erotica you have digested, you just hope that it feels good for him. You start to gently lick the red tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. Yoongi starts to groan gently as he feels you wrap your mouth around his girth, relaxing his head on the headrest. You start to take careful inches of his cock inside your mouth, taking him the best that you can without gagging too much. Although it was forsakenly impossible not to gag as Yoongi's cock was already hitting the back of your throat without being halfway in. Yoongi chuckles, loving the sight of you struggling to take his cock. Your mouth had to stretch uncomfortably to accompany his size, having Yoongi picture this exact image in his mind before you two met.
"Use your hand, baby girl," Yoongi reminds before he teases, "You'd need more practice if you wanna have my whole cock down your throat."
You can feel his cock throb in your mouth once you've gotten used to a fast and steady pace, bobbing your head up and down alongside your hand that covers the space your mouth couldn't reach. He was just so big, but you wanted to show him that you're a good girl.
Yoongi rests his hand on your head, grabbing a bunch of your hair to guide you. His moans were driving you insane, making you go faster as you, yourself, whimper against him. He becomes sadistic all of a sudden, forcing your head down and making you choke. More saliva accumulates as he feels your throat tighten around him while he starts to steadily fuck your mouth.
"Ahh, fuck. That's my little cockslut, you're doing a good job, baby. Just let me use your pretty throat," he grits his teeth, laughing devilishly at the sight of your eyes welling up with tears, "Take it, take it, take it," he pants, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that?"
You nod sheepishly, your hands tightly grabbing onto his thigh as he takes control over you – using your throat as his fucktoy. Yoongi's moans and thrusts become erratic, and after he feels you unintentionally swallow around him, he spurts strings of hot cum down your throat.
Yoongi pants heavily, pulling his cock out after draining him of cum. He holds your face with both hands, "Say 'ahh'." He checks if you've swallowed his orgasm, and when you stick out your tongue as evidence, he pats your head, "Good. Don't cry anymore," he wipes the fallen tears off your cheeks, "Once sir has properly trained your throat, you're gonna be my best little cocksucker."
Yoongi decided to go to his place after all. The drive was filled with tension and it was unclear how you held yourself back from giving him another blowjob while he was driving. But you decided not to for it was a safety hazard and he had alcohol. Although Yoongi told you that he had a high alcohol tolerance and beer doesn’t affect him at all, you were still wary.
And besides, everything is better when there’s a bit of tension.
His bedroom reeked of his personality. Nothing but monochrome furniture and a large stereo where he probably plays his music.
“Don’t you, h-have,” you gulp, wanting to slap yourself from stuttering. The way he was standing there in the middle of the room, inspecting your body up and down was enough for your mind to go blank.
He takes a few steps closer, removing your bag from your shoulder and dropping it on the ground. “Hm? You were saying?”
His voice has gotten deeper, more relaxed – a tone that made your core tighten.
You take a deep breath, “Don’t you have work or something?”
Yoongi snakes his arms around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. He presses his lips against your forehead before speaking, “No. I’m working with you tonight.”
In a quick blink of an eye, Yoongi lifts your body and places you on his bed, immediately crawling over you. Bashfulness creeps up to your face, discovering that you like the feeling of how he manhandled you to the bed. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, completely trapping you in his body.
He gives you an alluring gaze as if he was a snake seducing Eden. Squirming when he holds your wrists a little tighter than what was comfortable, Yoongi spanks your thigh sharply. “Oh, you don’t like that?” he mocks, “you don’t want to be bruised by me?”
Sometimes, Yoongi forgets that you’re younger than him and that he has much more experience in sex than you. He even almost fails to remember that he’s your first time. But after that one phone call, with you securing all your desires to him – practically confessing what you like him to do to you – he knows you like this.
He knows you like it rough, but he’s not sure if you can actually handle it.
“I want you to.” You shyly murmur your reply to his previous question, crossing your legs together as you crave for friction down there.
He raises his brow, slowly tugging the hem of your top up to reveal your bra, “Oh yeah? Are you sure about that? Hm?” He fully removes your top and quickly attaches his lips to your neck, leaving tender kisses here and there as you release a couple of little moans. “You’re not gonna cry if I do?” he darkly whispers right against your ear. Your pussy gushes more juices out at his dirty words, whimpering a sly little ‘yes’.
You truly underestimated how big his hands were until he firmly gropes your breasts, hearing him hum in delight from how full they feel in his touch. You arch your back, your nipples hardening underneath your bra.
“Precious little thing,” Yoongi mutters, finally slipping his hands behind your back to unclasp the piece of clothing, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Instantly, a loud moan escapes your lips when he starts to suck on your nipple, while a hand creeps up to tug and play with the other.
“A-Aahh, j-just like that, sir,” you mewl, your back arching even more. He lifts himself for a moment to say, “Do you like that?” before returning to suck on your sensitive nipple.
This was a new feeling altogether – much different from where you use your own hands to play with your breasts. His tongue takes turns in flicking the hard bud using the tip of his tongue and licking around it.
After he is satisfied, he kneels and removes his shirt, and afterward proceeds to unbutton his pants. You observe his long digits fiddling with the button, making you squirm unconsciously.
“Scoot up on the pillows,” he commands strictly. You do as your told, never feeling so exposed than ever before. He takes note of your timidness and uses it to his advantage.
The game has begun.
“What? Are you just going to gawk at me?” he firmly grabs your jaw, angling your face up. “Go on, put on a show.”
Your heart thumps harder against your chest as you almost choked at your own spit at his words. You knew what to do, but you can’t bring yourself to do so. Not when he’s gazing at you so hard as if he’s burning lasers into your skin.
Yoongi chuckles unexpectedly, standing up from the bed. He clicks his tongue, never avoiding eye contact with you, “Tsk, tsk, I swear to god, Y/n, you don’t want to make me wait. Not when I can just stick my cock inside you and throw all the affection I have out the window.”
He hears you let out a miserable whine before spreading your legs apart. Yoongi grasps his throbbing cock over his tight boxers, watching your cunt drip sweet juices down to your ass. It boosts his ego to think that he’s done this to you without much effort.
“Mhmm, good girl. Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself like how you do every time you listen to my voice.”
‘Maybe she needs a little more encouragement.’ Yoongi thinks to himself before crawling back to you, kneeling between your legs with his hand under his boxers, wanting you to look at it, how he plays with his cock beneath the piece of clothing. He was groaning, muttering curse words.
“Have you forgotten everything I’ve taught you, huh?” He smirks as he pulls his boxers down, his big cock springing up and all for yourself to devour.
You pout your lips, mind hazy as you heedlessly start to rub your clit with two fingers. “S-Sir,” you whimper, watching him jerk himself off. His cock was right above your cunt, causing you to buck your hips into him. Your body moves on its own, seeming to know what it wants more than yourself.
“You better put on a good show for me, baby. Or else you’re not getting sir’s cock.” He sneers, slapping the tip against your slit.
The more he was talking dirty to you, the faster your hands worked on your pussy. Soon, you were a throbbing, needy mess. Your pussy is covered in your wetness as Yoongi’s hot, domineering voice fills your mind.
“Open your mouth.” His fingers appear right in front of your face as you oblige. Pushing his digits inside, you instantly suck on them without holding back. You show your hunger and lust for his touch, using your tongue to swirl around his digits. Yoongi grunts, “Fuck, you’re so hot like that. I can’t wait to see what you’d look like sucking your sir’s cock.”
His fingers pop out of your mouth, soaked in your saliva, then bring them down to push one finger against your soaked entrance. You writhe beneath him, trying to fuck yourself up into him but he was quick to put a firm hand on your lower stomach, pressing you down.
“Shh, shh, let me take care of you.” He says, mouth agape as he gently pushes one finger inside your cunt. “Ohh, there we go, that’s it baby, make those cute noises for me.”
No matter how many times your mind reminds you to relax, your cunt flutters uncontrollably. You let out a dangerously loud moan when he plunges a second finger in, throwing your head back in pure bliss.
His fingers were so much bigger than yours, reaching greater lengths and spots that you haven’t explored with your fingers before. Immediately, Yoongi shows his expertise when he curls his fingers up, creating ‘come hither’ motions to reach your sweet spot.
Your moans were music to his ears, his ego inflating as he fingers you harder and faster. With each thrust, your body succumbs to him. You lose all self-control as your hands snatch the sheets, feeling a layer of sweat forming on your forehead.
He comes down without you noticing – for you had your eyes shut in pleasure – and suddenly encloses his mouth around your clit. Your hips tremble, feeling his fingers twist and turn inside you as he was desperate to make you cum. Yoongi groans against you, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration while your scent fills his senses. “Fuck,” he grunts, his mouth and chin drenched in your wetness.
“Sir, s-so fast—ohh fuck,” you cry out, referring to how he abuses your poor little cunt.
The squelching noises only made things hotter paired with the sight below you. He was furiously fucking your hole with his slender digits while his mouth and tongue alternates to play with your clit. You never expected to feel such overwhelming pleasure before, bringing you so close to an orgasm.
“Cum, baby,” Yoongi sighs, feeling your cunt squeezing his fingers. “I know you want to. Please, baby, let me fucking taste your cum, please.”
That was all it took – Yoongi begging – for an orgasm to spill out from your system. You sob as your legs shake uncontrollably, but he doesn’t hold you down like before. He allows your body to let loose as you experience your mind going blank from such a hard orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant breathlessly, a series of whimpers falling off your lips.
Yoongi catches your cum with his tongue, not allowing a single drip to go to waste. He smirks as he does so, loving how fucking wet your pussy is.
“Mmm, pussy so messy already,” he licks a long, solid stripe from your soaked entrance and up to your clit. “Your cum tastes so good, fuck, I should’ve done this sooner if I knew you’d taste like heaven.” He toys with you when he circles the tip around your clit. You wail from the sensitivity, wanting to close your legs together.
“Oh, baby,” he moves back up, gripping his cock for it to rest against your pussy, “are you tired? Do you wanna stop–”
“No, no, no,” you shake your head, panting, “fuck me, sir.”
“What will you say then, huh?” Yoongi places his left hand gently on your cheek, slowly stroking your skin. You both share this sweet and intimate moment, eyes connecting on a deeper level. You both know what he was going to take from you – something so precious. He’s even fortunate enough that you allowed a guy like him to be your first.
“Please fuck me, sir,” you speak with the intent of luring him into you. “Please,” you practically whimper, knowing how much that will turn him on.
“I might hurt you.”
“Then hurt me. I don’t care, just please,” releasing all the wariness you have left in you, you wrap your feeble hand around the length of his throbbing, hard cock. Yoongi gasps, proceeding to bite his lip to stop himself from punishing you for that sly little move.
“Please ruin me, Yoongi.”
He grunts, his hands roaming around your body, tightly gripping your hips as he aligns himself, “Fucking say that again, slut,” he says nonchalantly, seeing how big his cock is in comparison to your tight pussy.
“Ruin me, sir,” you beg, “please, I want it so bad–”
That was Yoongi’s last straw, slowly pushing the tip of his cock in, receiving loud moans and whines from the two of you.
“You’re gonna take this dick, baby,” Yoongi mutters, grinding his teeth as he sinks his cock further into you. “You’re so wet, fuck, this pussy’s gonna take sir’s dick so goddamn well, I know it will baby.”
He places his arms on either side of your head, bodies almost touching as he presses his forehead on yours. His cock sinks deeper and deeper, your mouth constantly opens as you struggle to take his girth. Fuck, he was bigger than you would think, and the tip wasn’t even fully in yet.
“Oh my god,” you squeal, toes curling as you attempt to relax your muscles, “I-It hurts…”
“Shh, I know, baby. But you need to be a good girl and relax for me or else you won’t get any of my cock tonight.”
You whine despairingly at that, wanting to show your eagerness so you wrap your legs around his hips. Unexpectedly, this made him push more of his length into you without warning. Yoongi moans as he's never felt such a tight pussy in a long time.
“Mhmm, that’s a good slut,” he suddenly inserts his thumb inside your mouth, letting you suck on it while he thrusts in and out at a steady pace, trying to get you used to him. “Ohh, look at you becoming a braindead little slut for sir,” he chuckles, feeling you clench harder because of the way he talks, “I’m sure that little head of yours can’t think of anything else but how good this feels, huh? Am I right?”
He pushes his thumb deeper while he trusts faster, pushing all the way in and pulling out. Your brain becomes all mushy, letting him do whatever he wants.
“Yes, sir,” you barely whisper, not having the energy to use your voice. Your eyes roll back when his cock hits a certain spot inside of you, making you tighten around him even more. He chuckles.
“Right there…” Yoongi mumbles more to himself, angling his hips to hit your g-spot continuously. With each thrust you let out a delicious moan, his heavy balls slap against your ass.
He removes the stray hair that has been stuck to your forehead, then gives wet kisses all over your mouth until he decides to make out with you. He eats your precious moans with a sly grin plastered on his face, his cock throbbing every time he feels you clench. You cover his girth in your juices, making it easier for him to fuck you furiously.
“Turn around,” Yoongi commands impatiently, almost flipping you over before you can even decipher his sentence. You get on all fours with his cock still inside you, but he gives a dismaying click of his tongue. He uses his strength to push you down to press your stomach against the sheets.
You whine when he gives your ass a hard spank, closing your eyes tightly as you feel the sting stay there for a good few seconds. Yoongi then presses his full body weight on you and starts fucking you from behind, his skilled thrusts making you moan louder, wanting to cry from how good you feel, overloading your senses.
"I need to fuck you like a fucking animal." His cock hits the same spot at a new, better angle, your orgasm coming faster than before as you feel your lower stomach twisting. Yoongi grabs a bunch of your hair, pulling your head up so that he can see your flushed, fucked-out face.
“Oh you look so pretty when you’re being fucked from behind,” he slams his hips rougher and harder into your ass, making your whole body quiver as your pussy squeezes around him tighter, begging for another orgasm. “Tell me, who owns this pussy from now on, huh?”
“Y-You…”
Yoongi wasn’t satisfied with that answer, making him grab both of your wrists and pin them together on your back. He holds them in place with one hand, the tightness of how hard he was gripping you would surely leave marks.
He grabs your ass with his other hand, fucking you deeper. Your body jolts forward each time he would ram his cock into your poor, wet little hole.
“Baby girl can do better than that,” he laughs, stopping abruptly after he pulls his cock out. You mewl from the loss of being full with his thick cock, only to be spanked right after.
“Tell me once more, who do you belong to?”
“You, sir,” you gulp.
“Good job. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Yoongi manhandles you to flip you around once again, although this time he puts your legs up to his knees, letting your ankles dangle in the air. Your face heats up from the lewd position he forced you into, biting your lip as he proceeds to pound his cock with the sole purpose of making you cum.
“God, I can feel how close you are. Does my brainless cumslut wanna cum around sir’s dick?” Yoongi takes you by surprise when a sudden solid slap lands on your cheek. “Huh? I can feel your little pussy tightening around me so good, baby,” he slaps your cheek again, making you whimper in delight, “Cream all over my cock, little slut. Get my cock nice and messy, c’mon—”
A loud, almost humiliating moan falls off your lips as you do just that. You spill your orgasm onto his cock as your legs shake. Your mind goes into a full-blown exotic bliss while Yoongi can be heard groaning as you clamp down on him.
“Fuuuck, baby,” Yoongi hangs his head low into the crook of your neck, his lips right against your skin as he speaks, “I need to breed you. Holy s-shit, I’m gonna fill you up, m’kay baby? Sir has to cum i-inside this sweet pussy.”
Yoongi angles his hips better so that he can spill his cum deep inside of you. His thrusts turn messy, moaning a higher pitch before Yoongi eventually spurts strings of his cum inside. You can feel his warm seed inside your cunt, filling you up to the brim.
“Shh, shh,” Yoongi was quick to hold your head and kiss you all better, attempting to calm you down from your body’s continuous jerks. “Look at me, breathe, alright?”
He peppers kisses all over your face but he doesn’t pull away just yet. “Can you feel that, hm? My cum deep inside you?”
“Uh-huh,” you nod, not having the energy to develop any words.
“That’s what sir likes. You’ve been a good girl for me, Y/n. So fucking good. You pleased me so, so well.” He starts to pat your head adoringly, summoning butterflies in your stomach. “You’ll keep sir’s cock nice and warm for a moment, alright?”
The way you looked at him; your eyes wide and almost in a state of shock of what just happened made his chest strain. “T-Thank you, sir.”
Yoongi raises his eyebrow, appalled, “Thank you? For what, darling?”
Looking away, you try to hide a sheepish smile, “For making me feel good.”
You don’t mean it just this one time, no. You thanked him for all the moments he made you feel erratic, needed, and adored. Even if that’s his job, which is to make strangers feel as if they’re on cloud nine, you’re happy to experience such a man like Yoongi. Whether this – whatever this is – is all temporary or not.
Yoongi was still a gentleman, despite his cruel words that disapproves of this sometimes. He reaches over to his bedside table and grabs the pack of wet tissues, using it to wipe yours and his body as thoroughly as he can before he can proceed to heat the water in his bathroom and bath you. "You don't have to..." you attempt to protest, cheeks blushing as Yoongi wipes your forehead. He pushes your hair away from your face, ignoring what you just said. Yoongi's warmth penetrates your sensitive, overstimulated body as he cleans you as carefully as possible. His eyes would connect with yours now and then, sending you a sly little grin before he proceeds to hold you, allowing you to take deep breaths. You can't seem to get used to his eyes, those eyes that you can't seem to read his emotions as accurately as you wanted to. But then again, you'd choose to look at him over a hundred guys lined up for you.
"I'll be right back and prep the bathtub for you," Yoongi says, proceeding to shower your face with featherweight kisses.
"I can just shower at home, Yoongi. I don't have any spare clothes on me," you reply, not wanting to burden him.
Yoongi chuckles at your innocence.
"What makes you think that I'm not making you sleep here with me? Let me do my thing, baby."
The sheets were cold when you awoke. Your body attempts to get used to the lights as you stretch, suddenly feeling soreness everywhere.
He had truly messed you up last night. But where is he? You’d expect him all cuddled up beside you, waking you up with kisses – but that was perhaps too domestic for him.
You should’ve known better.
As you make your way outside, his deep, raspy voice gradually becomes clear in the living room.
Coming into your vision was him, laying down on the sofa with one leg hiked up on the other, his phone directed to his ear.
“Oh, shit,” you whisper to yourself after you figure out that he was working. You hear lewd words and noises coming out of his mouth and you watch with your mouth open.
Yoongi catches you from his peripheral vision and was quick to put his index finger against his lips. “I’m busy,” he mouths, giving you a clue that he does not want to be disturbed. He ignores your pout and proceeds to please the person on the other side of the call. You feel appalled, seeing a person whom you submitted your heart and soul into last night blatantly dismissing you.
What are you supposed to do now? Wondering if calling a cab and leaving without saying goodbye would cure the sudden pang of jealousy that aches in your chest. Call it stupid or immature, but you had hoped that after what had happened the night before, he would at least pay more attention to you!
You wouldn’t be so affected by this if you didn’t have feelings for him.
You hug yourself with your arms, finding comfort as you make your way back to the bedroom. You single-handedly try to filter out the filthy sounds that were spilling continuously from his mouth without hesitation and second thoughts, fighting back the urge to cry.
It was your fault that you didn’t think this through. You finally see that you were nothing but a horny, deprived college student that allowed her lust for a man to control every decision. You allowed yourself to be swerved by his expertise in the language that he used, and now you’re falling for him.
You now feel dirty as you climb back onto the bed, shutting your eyes in hopes that the tears wouldn’t fall and your eyes wouldn’t taint in red. His t-shirt that clings onto your body starts to perceive the slow tinge of shame.
Perhaps this was all just a big game. One that you shouldn’t have come across, a game that you weren’t meant to play.
Putting your knees up to your chest, you hug yourself closer as you strive to seek that consolation that you craved for, perhaps, for a very long time. Any trace of logic and reasoning leaves your mind as you allow yourself to cry in your arms silently.
Although it wasn’t long after Yoongi finishes his session, he walks into the room, instantly hearing your engulfed sobs. “Y/n? Y/n!” Yoongi kneels on the bed in front of you, carefully trying to hold your head with two arms so that he can see the state that you’re in.
He’s hesitant to speak. “Y/n, baby—”
“Please don’t call me that,” you glare at him, cheeks wet with your tears.
Yoongi’s heart drops, his consciousness telling him to quickly solve the situation. His hands tremble as they gently wipe your tears away, unintentionally mirroring the frown on your lips. “I-I’m sorry,” he breathes deeply, “Please don’t cry anymore, Y/n. I’m here, see?”
“I shouldn’t be with you,” you blatantly reply, “I shouldn’t have done this with you.”
“What?” he says, appalled and confused at the same time. “I know that I’ve made a mistake, Y/n. It was so ignorant of me, and I sincerely apologize for that. But my work phone just started to ring and I—”
“Ah yes, your work.” You spat bitterly, “it was naive of me to think that you would sacrifice at least one phone call and tend to the girl you just fucked and say good morning,” you get up abruptly, picking your clothes from the floor in a rush. Words kept falling off your lips without much thought, “but you just love doing your job, don’t you?” You take a second to look directly at his eyes. You can't read what he was feeling, but it was a fact that he could see the pain in yours. “It’s what you’re good at; to make every single fucking stranger fall in love with you, and that includes me.”
The silence was loud, and the tension between the two of you was so thick that you would need a saw to cut through it. Yoongi sits at the edge of the bed, shaking his head as he urges you to come to him. “Come here and let’s talk.”
“No. I don't want to be here.”
“Y/n, please. Give me a chance,” you can hear the distress in his voice, “Don’t leave. Don’t ever leave, Y/n.”
"Stop playing! I don't know you, Yoongi! I don't know if I was just a cunt you wanted to desperately fuck or if you're sincere—or... or..." You hold your face in your hands, "If I'm just a gullible piece of shit."
"No. You're anything but that," Yoongi removes your hands from your face and continues; "Listen," he sternly states, "Y/n, I can explain if you just listen to what I have to say. Please, dear. Please listen to me and don't go."
You’ve heard Yoongi talk with all kinds of tones before, but this has been the first time you listen to him plead with desperation. With a heavy sigh, you step in front of him.
“I… I haven’t been with someone for so long, and to tell you honestly, I’m a little bit afraid. You know who I am; I’ll do anything for my job and to please. I need you to know that my intentions with you are pure. And I know how it may look, I understand that you probably see me now as this ass who can’t step away from his job. But I can. And I can prove it to you.”
Prove it? What is there to prove?
“What the hell are you saying, Yoongi?” You ask, baffled. You instantly get an uneasy feeling in your gut, concerned about the words that follow.
“I-I…” he swallows, looking nervous as well but remaining eye contact, showing you authenticity in his eyes. “I’ll quit my job.”
“What?” you raise your voice, stepping one foot back, “Yoongi! You're crazy! Y-You… you can’t just do that! I mean, what for?!”
Despite your tone and your aggravated demeanor, he replies calmly, “For you, silly,” he chuckles lightheartedly, grabbing your right hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, “I’m telling you, Y/n, I want us to move forward with… with all of this. And if quitting my job is the only way that keeps your mind at peace, then I’ll do it. Without hesitation.”
“Yoongi,” you huff, “I’m not sure about this.”
“Baby, the reaction that you had earlier – that I do not want to see ever again. Do you want me to continue having phone sex with strangers while you’re around? When I can focus on you instead?”
He has a point. You have learned that you get jealous quite easily, and you want Yoongi all to yourself. But—
“But the job pays good money!”
Yoongi rubs his hand up and down your arm, trying to put you at ease. “Money isn’t the problem, baby, don’t worry about that.”
This doesn’t seem real. In no way was Yoongi considering leaving his job. “You don’t have to quit. I c-can handle it. I can distract myself!"
Yoongi pretends to believe you.
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he urges you to straddle and sit on his lap, and you follow right along. You start to memorize every detail of his face. His lips, the mole on his cheek, and his dark eyes looked as if they were always filled with strong emotions. He was the human embodiment of the word alluring, fitting its description like a glove.
“You know, baby,” he starts to comb your hair lovingly, making you fall back into his touch. “I think it's time to tell you a little secret that I’ve been hiding.”
Your heart picks up its pace. He takes your silence as a cue to move forward.
“Buzz has this existing rule that no operator should have a relationship with a client. And for that reason—”
“That’s a ridiculous rule.”
Yoongi giggles for the first time in front of you, “I know.”
“For what purpose?”
“For this exact reason, I suppose.”
Yoongi tells you everything. He tells you that he was a person who was proud of the position he held in the company, being the favorite, but also its unfair treatment of others. All this time, Yoongi has always put work as the top priority, pushing his personal needs to the side. He tells you that he admits to being a little cocky, a bit pretentious sometimes, but one thing’s for sure is that he isn’t indecisive. And he’s already decided on a choice. A choice that would finally put what he desires first before others.
"Can we start over?" Yoongi whispers, voice filled with solemnity. His hands cradle your face, the pads of his thumb gently stroking your cheek, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his warm palms. "I want to make it up to you. I want to court you. I want to impress you but not how I did last time. I want to take you on dates. I want to treat you to dinner and spoil you like how you deserve to be spoiled, princess." Yoongi swipes his thumb across your soft, bottom lip, continuing. "I want to show you off in public and let the world know that you're my girl. I want to hold you in my arms whenever you're down or you feel stressed, and with that, I want to be the reason for your happiness. I hope this is enough for you to realize that I have good intentions for you — for us, my Y/n. You won't regret any of this, I promise."
Once again, this proves how much his words can affect you. He, the man who uses such vulgar language, can make you feel at peace and loved. Yoongi proves that he doesn't – in all aspects – doesn't disappoint to get his point through.
But those are still just words.
"Those are just words, Yoongi," you say, speaking your thoughts, "I know I'm a little inexperienced, but I have high standards."
Yoongi smiles. Not a teasing, cocky smirk, but a smile so pure that it made your heart skip a beat.
"Then I'll do anything to reach them."
*A few weeks later*
“Baby!” Yoongi calls from the kitchen, “We have our first subscriber!”
You quickly rush to where he sits on a barstool, looking over his shoulders. You have just got out of the shower, your hair still dripping and a towel barely wrapped around your body.
After Yoongi has left his job, the two of you found a way to have fun and get paid together. He launches OnlyFans on his phone and reads the name of the first person who graciously subscribed to your shared account.
“Jeon... Jungkook.”
That name was familiar.
“Wow. I wonder how he stumbled upon our account,” Yoongi muses before kissing you on the lips.
Until it dawned upon you. You stand still in pure bewilderment, probably looking so ridiculous with your mouth open and covered in water droplets. Could it be him?
“What’s on your mind, baby?”
You quickly shake your head, throwing the thought to the back of your mind. “Nothing! I-I guess we better make more content now, huh?”
Yoongi puts his phone back down on the counter and invites you in between his spread knees. He envelops you in a warm embrace, disregarding the fact that his shirt was getting damp.
"Are you excited?" you ask.
"To work with you?" Yoongi smirks, "By all means, baby."
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Thank you for your support on Eargasm! It pains me that it took sooo long for it to have a part 2 (and here I was previously considering not to make one), but I was utterly inspired by your support so I wanted to give this as a gift. There's still a lot of plotholes (e.g. Yoongi's boss, the teacher) that I'd like to patch up but I honestly I feel like I'd go past 20k words if I do, and I don't rlly want that. I'll consider writing a small sequel just to cover those subjects, but I'm not gonna promise anything at this time! I hope you enjoyed and please do tell me your thoughts after! I'd love to hear them. <3
