part of the you never shop alone (ynsa) collab with @underthejoon and @kpopfanfictrash, based on this post!
summary⇢ pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.
pairing⇢ yoongi/reader
word count⇢ 18.3k 😱😱😭😭😭
rating⇢ 18+
genre⇢ smut | humor | friends to lovers | shopping mall!au
warnings⇢ oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, inappropriate and semi-public canoodling, very brief mention of suicide and depression (because this is a yoongific), taehyung is yoongi’s biggest fan but oc is coming for him lbrh 😌
a/n⇢ everybody thank @underthejoon for this gorgeous header 💖💖
THIS TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG, i have NEVER written anything this long without splitting it up before in my entire life, omg. writing something this long in one go honestly made me wanna pull my hair out lmao. but we here!! we made it and it’s done and i hope you enjoy it 😩😭💕 mood for this fic is this song. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI, ILY 🤧💖
❝ Only an idiot would lose their soulmate. Yet this is exactly what you’ve managed to do. In your small village rumours travel fast, and it’s soon whispered on all the street corners that Jungkook is destined to be with you. That only makes his visit home at Christmas all the more awkward for you… ❞
➸ prompt: I returned to my childhood town for the holidays. You’re my estranged childhood friend, and - wow! - you grew up to be hot!
➸ pairing: jungkook x female reader
➸ warnings: mild swearing
➸ requested by anon | 15k words | fluff, mild angst, childhood friends au, soulmate au
➸ author’s note: can you believe I actually got something written in time for christmas, because I can’t!? I hope you all enjoy it! I combined some of my favourite tropes, since I have no self control. I hope you enjoy fluff with a serious chance of diabetes! (and sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes! I’m pretty tired!)
[Sixteen Years Ago]
The soulmate system is easy. Only an idiot could loose their soulmate.
Yet, this is exactly what you manage to do at the age of three. All when a boy, the same age as you, with black hair falling into his dark eyes, rams into you on his tricycle. And your soulmate watch falls off before you can even read what it says, or know when you were supposed to meet your soulmate.
Broken. That’s what you think it is. Not just your watch. But you, yourself - broken. You’re destined to never pair with anyone else. A complex thought for a three-year-old to grapple with.
Pairing: (on this) Park Jimin x Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: sexting, language, explicit descriptions of preliminars, m/m, voyeur, phone sex
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Your mouth was watering at the sight in front of you. When your boyfriend called you earlier that afternoon, you've never thought that he had that going on. And here I have something I wanted to show him... Well, I don't think Jungkook will mind so much either so...
"Aw babe, Jungkook looks hot, why don't you make him more comfortable? He's in his own house after all," you grinned at the younger's flushed face, while Jimin only hummed in agreement, a small smile on his lips as he glanced to the boy, asking for permission while fingertips played with the hemp of his shirt. "Right, Kookie?"
"Y-yeah, I feel a little... Stuffy." His stammering voice made your grin widen and having the consent for doing so, Jimin slowly rose the white over-sized tee and you eagerly took in the sight revealed to your eyes.
His skin looked soft, but at the same time, the muscles were noticeable on his lean form, making you envy your boyfriend for being able to get his hands on that first. You knew for a fact that Jungkook hit the gym pretty often, and the light tan of his skin denounced he also spent some time on Busan's beach, from where he - and Jimin for that matter - came from.
"Lift your arms for me, baby," Jimin asked in a low voice and if you weren't paying attention you'd miss the shudder it coaxed from the other as he obliged to the request. You watched the satisfaction in Jimin's face to see the younger's reaction and how pliant he was and bit your lip to suppress a snicker. Mirroring his actions, you also eased yourself out of your top, exposing your cute black bralette to their eager eyes.
"Hm, what's with that look you guys have there?" You asked as the men from the other side of the screen stared at your less clothed figure with hungry and eager eyes. It was so damn good for your ego you had to admit, it made your skin buzz as if they were really touching you.
"That one's new... She looks good right?" Jimin retorted, teeth going to nip at Jungkook's neck, eyes not leaving your form. The brunet gasped, eyes hooded as he nodded discreetly, fingers tightening their hold on the other's thighs and a very noticeable twitch from his clothed bulge.
"Wait till you see the other new stuff I bought for you then," you winked at both and saw your boyfriend's eyebrow quirk up. "But please go on, I'm enjoying this."
At the urging Jimin bit his lip and smiled, probably noticing how eager you really were about that action that was, unfortunately, happening so far from your fingertips. He turned his head to look at the slightly heaving Jungkook, hands resting on his shoulders. "Can I keep going?"
Jungkook nodded and breathed out shakily at the feeling of Jimin's palms running down his sides and you followed the movements till they reached his thighs then up, fingertips skimming their way up. "Shi- Too sensitive," he was quick to warn the blond as his fingers took hold of both nipples and softly tugged at them hard enough to knock out the air of his lungs. "I might cum, don't pl-" you watched the boy heave, face reddening with eyes pressed shut strongly and hips buckling up. The glint on Jimin's eyes as he halted his movements told you his ego was really well-fed. You on the other hand almost felt the boy's desperation, hands going to grab at your still clothed breasts. He's really a treat, isn't he?
"Tell me what you want me to do then," your boyfriend's voice dropped an octave, even the satori accent he avoided so much getting the best of him and in your honest opinion, making everything even sexier. At that, Jungkook's gaped mouth trembled, unable to convey what he wanted but you realized that his eyes were trained to Jimin's lips and grinned.
"Kiss him, babe. His lips seem a little dry..." voice low, you tilted your head at them and saw how alarmed the younger looked after the suggestion. "Don't worry Kook, I know how you feel. Once you have a taste..." You trailed off, smiling reassuringly at him.
"You're spoiling him already baby?" A wink was thrown your way as your lover slid from the boy's back and sat by his side, but before you could retort anything Jungkook was grabbed by the nape and their lips crashed, a low hum leaving Jimin and Jungkook held onto the other's shoulders. You gasped softly, fingers touching your lips while watching their movements.
Jimin seemed a little impatient and hot, getting rid of his own shirt quickly then hands grabbing at the boy's thighs and yanking him closer, one of his palms caressing softly over the straining bulge. Jungkook groaned against plump lips, going as far as to bite at your boyfriend's lower lip. It was incredible to see them lost in themselves like that.
Fired up by that Jimin grasped the waistband of the boy's sweatpants harshly, pulling them down with the underwear in a swift movement. Jungkook's cock sprung free and bobbed slightly under your eager gazes, him throwing his head back and breathing relieved at being finally freed from the constraining clothes, and both of you hummed in awe at his glistening tip, causing a blush to paint his cheeks at the given attention.
"Please don't just look at it," Jungkook practically whimpered, arm going to cover his face as he leaned back into the couch. "T-touch me please..." The muttered beg behind the arm was barely heard and caused you and your partner to smile at his desperation.
Jimin went to pull his arm away, a soft look on his face. "Won't you cum soon then?" He asked, hand caressing the side of the other's face with care. The shifting of his pace was almost disorientating, the sudden harshness replaced by sweetness, his main asset, only seducing one further. That was one of the things you loved the most about him.
"But Kookie can keep going after that, don't you?" You piped in, his eyes immediately flickering to you looking a little helpless but nodding nonetheless "I remember you did that night."
"You like torturing yourself huh?" Jimin scoffed, palm pressing to the younger's chest and running up tantalizingly to his neck. Unconsciously your fingers inched closer to your throat too, breath hitching.
Jungkook's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed audibly at the sight, glance going back to Jimin which smile grew by the second. "Yeah, I guess..."
"Yoongi would love to have you then." The blond chuckled softly making Jungkook shudder harshly, mind racing with possibilities. He probably had no idea to what extent that could go, but surely the sole idea of watching Yoongi take care of him made you whimper softly. "Lucky for you, I'm not that mean."
With that, Jimin took hold of his angry cock, and the moan that left Jungkook's lips went straight to your core, which you unconsciously cupped, writhing on your knees with eyes trained at the sight. But because your boyfriend was very good at what he did, his ears picked up the little noise you made almost instantly, eyes shooting towards you and a smirk growing on his lips.
"Have a look Kookie, she's getting wet from watching us getting off, such a dirty girl... All flustered from seeing her boyfriend playing with their little neighbor," he started teasing, wrist flicking slowly up and down the boy's shaft and him peeking over to you, eyes glossy and breath hitched.
"I'm just really bummed I can't be with you guys in person... We'd be having lots of fun..." You made a point to then slide your shorts off, sitting on the bed and spreading your legs, clothed core on display. The lace of your panties felt damp and was starting to feel sticky, but you waited to take them off, help tease Jungkook a little more even if you knew he wasn't far from cumming.
"Yeah? Bet you'd have him inside already, right?" At the same time, you were glad that there was a huge distance between you and them, or else he'd drive you to desperation with the need to be filled. Not that I don't want it, but maybe the fact that they're not at immediate reach keeps my head more leveled.
Fingers moving to your mouth you hummed, a sly smile playing on your lips. "I'd like to put him in my mouth first thought, suck till he's writhing under me," then licking the tip of your middle and ring finger, you were met with Jimin's predatory stare, grip getting slightly tighter and strokes quicker on Jungkook's dick.
"Fuck," Hips bucking against Jimin's palm, you watched as a bead of arousal leaked from his tip, being squeezed slightly as fingers got closer to the head. "C-close sto-" Jungkook's hand shot to grab your boyfriend's wrist, halting his movements urgently.
"You don't wanna cum?" Your boyfriend inquired with a little surprise, eyebrows shooting up and hand hovering the throbbing shaft.
Jungkook breathed out slowly, calming himself down, fingers running through his hair and messing it up. "Wanna cum but not now," explained, cheeks flaring. Jimin hummed thoughtfully. You noticed how his jeans seemed that much tighter on the crotch area, and wondered if he wasn't dying to be freed. But the thing with Jimin was that his self-control was legendary.
"Should we edge you then?"
The proposal made you gasp silently and the youngest' mouth gaped open, some seconds of pause before he was able to answer. "Y-yeah. Please." You smiled at the mix of shame and need his eyes held, all the while the taste for being pushed. Yeah, Yoongi would really like him.
The blond seemed to be thinking the same, since his eyes glanced to your figure with a sly smile, before getting up almost abruptly and picking the mobile from the table.
"Well then maybe we should take this to the bedroom, where we can be more... Comfortable hm?" Jimin proposed, and you could see his face as a grin spread on his lips, the silent instruction pointed out with a quirk to the brow.
Quickly, Jungkook scrambled to the hallway as Jimin started moving, and your boyfriend was kind enough to turn the camera towards the boy, that desperately tucked himself back to the pants, hair mussed and shirt bunched in one hand as he padded hurriedly back to the bedroom.
"Don't even know why you bothered Kookie," Jimin sighed, walking inside the boy's quarters and searching for the perfect place to set the phone, so you could have a good view. "I want those off anyway." He smiled at you, setting the phone on the nightstand. Jungkook froze by the edge of the bed, probably unsure if that was an order or not. Your boyfriend turned to him confidently pulling his shirt off, a sign that he really did mean what he said.
Swallowing dryly Jungkook only mimicked the man in front of him and you bit your lip when his torso was once again revealed to your thirsty eyes, muscles tense with nerves. Seeming to be pleased, Jimin got on the bed and set himself with open legs, back against the headboard, and patted at the space between his thighs.
"C'mere Kookie," he instructed, and you saw Jungkook take a second to oblige, suddenly distracted with the sight of that man spread on his bed, and you understood him completely. As the boy climbed the mattress, under the gaze of your smirking boyfriend you knew that the whole thing would be wrecking for Jungkook. Silently, you hoped he survived till the end of that relentless teasing session he was about to experience. "Take those off and kneel on the bed."
The specific order didn't give room for questioning, nor much hesitation, though it didn't have the commanding tone one would think it had. It was almost as if Jimin was choreographing a dance, setting each person to their respective place.
"You too should follow suit love," he turned his gaze to you, snapping you from the observing persona to acting according to his instructions. "We want things to be fair and square right?" Beautiful and synchronized, that's how Park Jimin did things. As he said, it was only fair you mirrored his actions and were certain that your boyfriend already had the whole image in his head, what would happen. You were eager to know what he had in mind.
With a swift motion, you took off the lacy bralette, cupping your breasts and bouncing them playfully. "Satisfied?" You asked, eyebrows quirking up with a coy smile, his pleased hum matching the glint of his eyes gazing at your image from the other side of the phone.
"You're a step late, but I'll excuse that for now," he snickered a second later, turning to the wide-eyed boy beside him, jaw slack and short of breath. "Tell me what you see, Jungkook."
"B-breasts," he blurted, gaze turning to Jimin to confirm that what he was seeing was true, that he was allowed to look at your half-naked body. Jimin smiled at him with a small nod, inching closer to the boy with the similarity of a predator circling his prey. You watched as Jungkook visibly shuddered, right before your boyfriend's naked chest pressed to his back, lids trembling at the contrast of temperature. "Fuck."
"You'd like to fuck them as well?" Jimin asked, a playful lilt to his tone, knowing quite well that wasn't what he meant, but the mental image would be enticing anyways. You and your beloved had the certainty that Jungkook was someone that could rely solely on external stimulation to cum, physical aid barely necessary to set him off. A diamond on the rough, to put in fewer words. And Jimin would be exploring that aspect for his entertainment extensively, you were sure.
As the younger boy spluttered to answer, you took the opportunity to make your own moves, planned to overall tease Jimin and put a new pace to the whole play, stimulate him to perhaps move fasted with things. Test his self-control, in a way.
"Say it, Kook. It's okay, I also look at Y/N's boobs and think... Fuck," he said, your boyfriend's breath leaving his lungs all at once at the sight in front of him because while he was whispering to Jungkook about the things they could do to your body, the opportunity to pick up a toy from the floor at the side of the bed made you display fully your glistening core to both of them, and the pretty, smooth circle of black plastic that was the base of your newly bought ass plug. You had butterflies in your stomach, showing them the improvement, more so to Jimin, that knew exactly what you meant by that.
"Wow," was what the younger managed, while Jimin could only look at you with the most lustful stare he could muster in a while, hand unconsciously going to palm at his probably throbbing dick. You giggled, sitting back in place, a small vibrating wand in your hands.
"I take those reactions were good?"
"You're so going to get it, Y/N." his tone was heavily laced with lust, and thought you knew the vision he had of you was exciting, Jimin practically growling into his ear and cock probably touching the skin of his back was extremely distracting, You could even see the boy's mind shortcut, dick pulsating and leaking, completely untouched.
"Jungkook can face your wrath this time," you winked, sitting back and casually spreading your legs, wand still off sliding through your skin tantalizingly. "I'll be over here enjoying the view."
Jimin scoffed, startling Jungkook and further, when his free hand cautiously wrapped around his jaw from the back, pulling the boy's head back slightly. Your boyfriend's eyes never left yours as he pressed his full, plump lips to the throat, the sound of a delicious kiss echoing through the tiny speakers of the phone. "You want me to wreck this boy," he affirmed, and not even biting your lip could conceal the smile growing on your face at Jimin's demeanor.
Jungkook cursed under his breath at Jimin's actions, swallowing hard afterward. "I feel like I'm in trouble..." he tried to speak, voice trembling with nervousness, though he couldn't even be more excited at that point. Your boyfriend chuckled, moving upwards to look him in the eyes, hooded stare that had the younger man practically melting on his fingers.
"Not if you don't want to," he pointed out, a reminder that Jungkook could, at any moment, ask out of the situation. But, even from your side of the screen, you could see that was far from happening, more so when the other man's lips molded over Jungkook's so softly it made him hum, cock twitching in front of the screen.
You could only watch as Jimin deepened the kiss, his tongue clearly slipping between Jungkook's lips and laving at his, the hand once holding the boy's jaw sliding down to his throat and downwards, eager to please and draw more of the little sounds you could barely hear over the phone. It made you salivate, one hand mimicking the gesture on your body, the other bringing the smooth black toy still turned off to your lips.
Parting their lips for a second, they looked over your figure, your boyfriend's dark, lustful stare contrasting with Jungkook's dazed one, making a chill run down your spine.
"Turn it on," Jimin demanded in a low voice, and your fingers trembled before finding the switch, sliding it one level up. The piece hummed low in your grasp, as you looked over to the screen, waiting for another order. Your boyfriend smirked, pressing a small kiss to the corner of Jungkook's lips, eyes never leaving you. "Good. Now, tell me how you like me touching you."
Biting your lower lip, you tilted your head, wondering what he was going to do to the young, eager man in his grasp, his hooded eyes waiting for what was about to come with hidden eagerness.
"I like it when you grab my neck like this," you started, fingers wrapping around your throat softly, tilting your chin upwards, looking to the screen under your lashes and smirking upon seeing Jimin mimick your moves just a beat late, his thumb tucking under Jungkook's chin to prop it up slightly, a quirked eyebrow towards you, mentally nudging you to keep going. "And suck at my earlobe, gets me instantly wet baby." To make your point clear, the toy was dropped on the bed to free your other hand, pinching at your ear, even if it didn't have the same effect of that devil running the tip of his tongue to the shell of your ear, only to capture your lobe with his teeth at first, then suckling at it as if he meant to show you what he wanted to do to other parts of your body.
And upon seeing your cute neighbor's eyes flutter close at the mirrored ministrations, you felt a little jealousy, nothing too bad. Maybe Jimin would have a hard - pun definitely intended - time when you got back. "You know this," he piped, and you watched Jungkook's cock twitch, glued to his navel at his partner's voice, the teasing drawing a bead of precum from the boy's tip. "It's just to get you thinking where else I can do that as well, right?"
"I'm sure our Kookie is thinking the same as well, huh?" you quipped, calling the attention of the man leaning onto Jimin's hold, who looked like he was starting to get trouble breathing, glazed eyes staring back as he softly nodded. You smiled. "Which brings me to the next location,"
And with that you picked up the ignored toy, still vibrating in its lowest setting, bringing it to your chest. "Mine are not as sensitive as little Jungkook, so don't be as rough babe," you warned beforehand, having Jimin mock-pouting at the other side. "But I really miss your lips around my nipples, love."
"Or my tongue, for that matter," he shot back, head leaning to press pecks in a random pattern on the other's chest, the hand at the opposite side of his body sneaking around the torso, fingertips running over a peaked nipple. Jungkook heaved at the stronger stimuli, throwing his head back for a moment before looking down at Jimin, watching as his lips wrapped around the neglected sensitive point with a strong shudder.
You hummed, circling your aureolas with the vibrating toy, pulling and pinching at it while watching your boyfriend play with Jungkook. From the corner of his eye, Jimin observed and copied the moves, and not even biting his lower lip was enough for Jungkook to conceal the sounds that were leaving him.
"Hnng that's so good," gasping, Jungkook swallowed a moan as Jimin ran his teeth over his hard nerve ending, whole body spasming, arms giving up from trying to hold his torso, making him just lean into the headboard behind, back arched and chest puffed to meet the other's lips eagerly.
"He is, isn't he?" You whispered from the other side, your core throbbing at the scene in front of you, nails running down your chest to your navel, hand gripping the toy playing around the inside of your thighs. You felt drenched, even if completely untouched, starved to see what would happen next, even though you had control of their bodies. It was clear you were extremely turned on by seeing your boyfriend with another man, that particular innocent, inexperienced type as well.
Still in the back of your mind, it made you wonder how the whole thing played out at that time with Yoongi...
Jungkook moaned gutturally as Jimin repeated your actions, dull nails trailing down to just above the boy's painful erection, both pair of eyes waiting to know the next move. Smiling, you felt like putting Jungkook out of his misery, but before you could rise the vibrator to your center, your neighbor sat up, alarming the both of you, Jimin's hands leaving his body completely.
"Ah, I-" he started, out of breath, glossy eyes, and you thought the worst, eyes flying to your boyfriend's figure, that seemed to be as panicked as you, eyes wide and paralyzed. "I have a question..."
You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling cold. It was fine if he wanted to give up, though you'd feel bad if he was going to be traumatized by what happened. "Sure, what's the matter?" You asked, your heart beating a mile a minute.
And the way Jungkook hesitated to speak only made you two more nervous, anything that he could possibly say running through your head as he looked down as if looking for the right words.
"Can I touch him too?" Or most of what he could say. At your silence, he turned to Jimin, which words didn't reach him quickly enough, his stupor still visible. "I m-mean, you've been hard for a while as well, so I was just wondering if..." His voice died out as he saw that there was no reaction at first and got shy for the words that left his mouth, or what they entailed.
You snorted, Jimin sighed heavily by the other side, shoulders relaxing. "You might have scared the boner from me by stopping so abruptly, but sure, just give it a minute," he joked, making your attention turn to where his dick was slightly softer, resting over his thigh. The younger looked confused for a minute, wheels on his head working to understand what the older meant by it, face blushing as he figured a little later.
"I-I'm sorry for that, I didn't want to- I just... Yeah no, I'm totally here, onboard for this!" he decided to explain, to which Jimin and you laughed at his reassurance.
"You're just too cute Kookie," you stated, shaking your head a little, finally at ease again. "And just to clear up, don't feel obligated to do anything because we're playing, as Jimin said, you call the shots, baby."
Jimin cleared his throat, signaling that he had something to say. "And on that note, if we're going to do this," the blond smirked mischievously, one hand running through his locks seductively. "By this point, we're going to follow Jungkook's pace. Meaning that we just stop when he stops. Sounds good?" he pointedly looked at both of you, a soft nod on your side, a grin from the eager boy.
There was a moment of silence before Jungkook understood that he was the one that had to move first, and he was about to touch himself before he realized that he himself had previously asked to touch Jimin. You bit your lower lip, watching as he turned to the older man, that had changed to kneeling on the mattress, cock once more at full standing after giving you a once-over.
"As we said, you can do whatev- Ah," Jimin was about to start another reassuring phrase, missing the resolve in Jungkook's eyes as he extended his arm, fingers wrapping around your boyfriend's length firmly. "Dude I could do with a little warning." The older gasped, as the other gave him the experimental rub. Jungkook gave him a sheepish smile, the expression dissolving immediately as Jimin took hold of his cock, still slippery by the amount of precum there drooled from his tip.
As you pressed the toy to your folds, you realized that positioning yourself as your boyfriend did was a mistake, your thighs already trembling from being aroused for so long. Jungkook picked up the little moans, eyes boing into your image, throbbing in Jimin's hand.
"You feel like you're very close already Kook," You pointed out, having the one addressed swallow hard and shake his head, to what you quirked a brow, slightly defiant. To make a point of what he was saying, Jungkook sped up his pace on Jimin's cock, making the other hiss in response, also tightening his hold as speeding on retaliation.
But to your surprise, the younger one wouldn't cum so soon, as you hoped and expected him to. Took him a good ten minutes to give signs of not holding it much longer, and you were relieved to see he was close, Jimin practically eating the pheromones he was giving off, right behind him, even with a foreign touch spurring him on. Maybe even more because of that, Jungkook's touch seeming to be really skilled.
You had fooled both playing with the slower setting the whole time, but even that was hard to hold for long, mainly when everything you wanted was right in front of you, but the real thing was kilometers away. Scooted back, you were supporting yourself with one arm in front of you, hips rocking into the toy secured by your other hand, mouth hanging open and gasping. Jimin looked over you, throwing his head backward right after with a grunt.
"G- Guys, I think I'm going to-"
"Oh, fucking finally-"
"Yes please, cum for me Kook," The two of you spoke at the same time at the boy's announcement, even making hiM smile through a gasp.
But sure enough, he stuttered his final words, after Jimin had half a mind to focus his movements mainly at the head of the younger's cock making his breathing hitch, and even the hand once doing a great job for the other's relief stilled as Jungkook's eyes rolled back, ribbons of cum spilling from his tip and all over your man's hand.
You could barely watch it, foggy eyes as you let yourself cum, squeezing around air and needing to be immediately filled, Jimin's name being quietly moaned as you trembled, enough teasing for your boyfriend to pump himself a couple more times and cum, trying as much as possible to not stain Jungkook with his release.
"Ji-Jimin, can't-" Said boy gasped, hip rolling back to escape the older's touch, eyes starting to get teary as the overstimulation started to play. "Came too hard, I can't- I can't keep going, please!"
After Jungkook finally got out what he wanted to say, Jimin removed his hand from his flushed cock, and you sighed in relief turning the toy off as you noticed him relax into the headboard, hair completely stuck to his forehead, blissed expression in his fucked-out state.
Jimin sighed, throwing you a quick smile before turning to your neighbor and leaning to peck his lips. "Okay baby," he started, having the other peek his eyes open at the pet name. "But next time I won't be so lenient, I know what you can do."
You chuckled upon seeing Jungkook's eyes widen at the half-hearted threat, Jimin giggling as he petted the other's head.
"Now you miss," he then turned to look at you again, a playful squint your way. "We're going to talk about your little surprise once you get here." He pointed, and you grinned.
(Polyamory au) ( Bunny Hybrid! Reader x Tiger Hybrid! Taehyung x Cat Hybrid! Yoongi x Owner! Namjoon)
SUMMARY: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin alongside his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But then one night in the middle of the rainstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop.
WARNINGS: Anxiety attacks, Anxious! Namjoon, mentions of hybrid abandonment, hybrid mistreatment, Half of this is Domestic fluff, possessive behavior.
W/C: 5,000 words of backstory you don’t need + 5,000 words of pure fluff
A/N: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ THIS IS A VERRY VERRY HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MY MAIN HUMAN @peeachypop ❤️WHO I KNOW IS A SLUT FOR TIGER HYBRID TAEHYUNG AND CAT YOONGI, AND AN INTELECTUAL BOYFRIEND NAMS.❤️❤️❤️ I HOPE YOUR NEXT YEAR IS FILLED WITH AS MUCH FLUFF AS THIS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
- Namjoon was not what you call a people person, not most days anyway.
- Most of the time he preferred to sit at his desk in his little box of an apartment building and write away at his laptop, content only to leave if inspiration was failing him or if his need for caffeine overtook his anxiety.
- Public places made him anxious, the clawing dread in his chest something he couldn’t shove down and live through, of course Namjoon was admittedly living in the middle of one of the largest metropolitan cities in the world. But the feeling didn’t go away and leave him with age like it should have when he’d aged from being a shy school child into being a full-fledged adult with an anxiety disorder.
- Instead mid twenties Namjoon sat down at his desk for almost a whole year and wrote a book. Of course it was successful, the fantasy and philosophical tidbits combined to an adventure story that captivated audiences.
- His publishers tried to get him to go for photo ops and for interviews no matter how much they begged Namjoon even as his novel climbed on the bestseller list. He didn’t want to look like a bumbling idiot in front of cameras, all those eyes on him, just the thought of it made him feel like he was going to be sick.
- So Namjoon’s daily routine was this, he woke up at a time most people would consider lunch or even dinner, and wrote for a few hours. Then he would go out for coffee at around 6 pm or so when everything wasn’t so crowded in his favorite coffee shop (that his best and only friend Jin owned, they’d only became friends with because back when Namjoon’s anxiety wasn’t so bad Namjoon used to write late night in Seokjin’s 24/hour coffee shop.)
- It’s an idea for his next book that makes him adopt a hybrid, because he’d never had one and Namjoon is always thorough in his research, and if he’s going to write about a hybrid character then he needs to know what it’s like to live with one.
- The beginning of the process is surprisingly easy, but the next step, actually choosing one is the hardest. Namjoon looks in the room of bounding puppies and foxes and bears that are all playing and biting each other’s ears and Namjoon isn’t comforted just overwhelmed.
- Not able to choose Namjoon turns and walks down the hall, thinking that maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should just make the character in his book a human, maybe it was bad of him too want to get a hybrid for selfish reasons when in reality they where so close to people.
- “Hey watch where you’re going!” a low grumpy voice says the second before Namjoon trips over a pair of stretched out legs. Namjoonfalls flat on his face barely managing to catch himself against the linoleum. He doesn’t even know how he manages to scratch his palms so bad. They make him hiss in pain as he picks himself up.
- “What the fuck! can’t you see anything with those glasses?” the person growls, dressed in all black baggy clothes, a round face with a hood pulled up over his head and a pair of headphones. “Apparently not” Namjoon says wiping his scraped hands on his jeans. One of the attendants comes crashing through the door. “I’m sorry mister! Did he hurt you at all?” Namjoon stutters out a no before they turn to small man that Namjoon tripped over.
- Namjoon is just about to apologize to him again before the attendant hisses almost lower than Namjoon can hear, “you where supposed to be in your pen Yoongi, making sure you didn’t bother the patrons. Now apologize.” Namjoon spies the electric prod through the attendants waste, the way his hand hovers on it and the way Yoongi shrinks into the back, no not the man- the hybrid, whose hands are covered by the large sweatshirt that sticks over his hands, and the black hood that covers lumps which must be ears of some sort.
- “I’m sorry” Yoongi says, his face downward. And Namjoon feels the protective instinct in him swell up. Thoughtlessly he reaches up and pushes back Yoongi’s hood, Yoongi flinches and Namjoon becomes even more displeased as he spies the small black cat ears that are poking out of the hybrids rumpled curly hair.
- “Actually, I was just talking to Yoongi about the possibility of adopting him when I tripped, we where just on our way to the office.” Yoongi’s eyes are wide as dinner plates alongside the attendants, his lips parted, his puffy tail swishing. No matter how hard they try to convince Namjoon to adopt “a more suitable companion.”
- Namjoon won’t budge. Yoongi is going to be his hybrid.
"Wow, that's rare I get to play with the class' dag!" You were trying to put it in your head that he wasn't trying to be rude calling you that. That was who Lee Felix was.
He didn't have a bad attitude, though often found in the middle of some problematic groups from the university, he was cheerfully loud guy, foul mouthed and a flirt, nonetheless. The whole equation made him earn the 'bad boy' badge, which Felix didn't mind one bit, already fond of wearing a leather jacket every time the opportunity presented itself.
You weren't one to care for people outside your circle, gossip was out of question and you were mostly focused on passing your course, whatever friendship you made in the way a bonus. People called you a 'nerd' or a 'block head' behind your back all the time so that three letter aussie insult was nothing. The light inevitable attraction you had for the strange immigrant with feline eyes and plush lips was also helping his case on you keeping your cool, for the moment.
"I keep wondering why you accepted to tutor me, though. You always look so high and mighty, why lower yourself that way?" He kept speaking all the way to your house, beside you on the bus. Those you heard before too, 'uptight' and 'always up her own ass', though again, you didn't think he meant that as something bad. Or you were trying to convince yourself.
Because truth be told, you needed the money, some jumpstart in your life where you could finally move somewhere far from everyone that knew and could possibly judge you. That was the plan. Get a degree, flee from town.
"I'm in the monitor's group, if someone needs it then I help." You turned to look up at him, that even sitting was a good head taller than you. "No one's ever needed this much help in calculus, though."
You didn't have much time to think about that sounding rude to that guy, because next thing he let out a chortle that startled you a bit. It was a good thing he wasn't offended, would have been bad to loose a student because you couldn't control your mouth in the rare occurrence you opened it.
The rest of the ride went well, you wanted to say. Since you had interacted with him, Felix thought that was an opening to really start chatting with you, so from that moment till you two got home and while you were trying to explain the subject he always had something to say, a remark of some sorts that had you disconcerted. Okay, you had sort of a crush on him but that didn't mean you couldn't get annoyed by the guy.
"So as I was saying, my issue with this is because-”
"Dude can't you keep your mouth shut for more than ten seconds?" You pressed your eyes close, hands curling in mild rage. You two had been at it - barely - for three hours and there was no advance with him. Even if you explained step by step of the example sheet test, practically grabbing his hand to write on the paper, Felix had barely finished two problems and you just noticed it. His voice, his laugh, the way he called your name, everything about Felix was distracting. You hated that he had that confusing effect on you, as if you wanted both punch and kiss him in the mouth.
At that he halted whatever monologue he was about to start, "Why don't you make me?"
"Why don't I-" you huffed, bewildered at what he said, opening your eyes to stare indignantly at him but finding Felix very, very close to your face. When he had crawled all the way to your side you had no idea.
"There's two ways to make me stop talking, Y/N."
You swallowed dryly, trying so hard to not glance at his lips, shudders rippling at the sound of his now low, soft voice. "Which are?"
"Either you throw me out of your apartment, or..." He shrugged, having the audacity to lick his lips after. "Well, you could put my mouth to another better use."
And without thinking about much - why was that happening or what would it entail later on - you lunged forward, crashing your lips to his, immediately moving to straddle his waist, desperately escalating the exchange. Felix made a surprised sound, maybe not thinking you would actually act that aggressive, but got over his surprise quite fast, one arm darting back to catch himself before tipping to the floor and the other snaking behind your body to secure you in place.
His lips felt just like they looked - plush, soft and warm. You bit into the lower one tentatively, causing Felix to practically purr as you drew back a little, sweeping the tip of his tongue on it to soothe any sting your teeth could have caused, visibly coaxing a shudder from him. "Mmh, you're on lady," the mutter was barely heard as he straightened up, pulling your waist as close as it was still possible, fingers digging into your sides almost painfully. He pressed his lips back to yours again, this time going for a deep passionate kiss that had you short for breath in a couple of seconds, tongue going into the mix when you gasped for air. You were a goner, mind spinning as you sighed quietly and rolled your hips over his, starting to get needy for a deeper connection.
Grunting, Felix pulled away slightly to glance at you. "I wanted to do this for a long time, y'know?"
The admission made you tilt your head, using the small pause to catch your breath again. You could suffocate kissing him for all you cared and would be okay with that. "What do you mean, this?"
"Kissing you, of course." Felix blinked slowly, lazy smile growing on his lips. You grinned back at him, not quite sure why he was telling you that but feeling your heart swell.
“We seeme ambitious, Gods whole work t'undoe; Of nothing he made us, and we strive too, To bring our selves to nothing back; and we Do what we can, to do’t so soone as hee. With new diseases on our selves we warre, And with new phisicke, a worse Engin farre.”
Warnings: Language, sexual themes (female oral, male oral), explicit description of sexual interactions
<EXPLOSION
You weren't one to often pay mind to gossip - only when Mou inevitably blurted out the latest news on the office - but the following days to the news about Park JiMin's recent love interest you were trying to be aware of anything, glad and wary of not being recognized yet.
There was no sign of him though, making you wonder if he was upset, and if you should contact him to check on things, but work piled up a little that day so you decided to have a go once you got home.
"Shall we go home?" Kim TaeHyung was, on the other hand, completely at ease with the whole ordeal - or so he looked like - even after you showed him the pictures from Mou's phone. He had even joked that he felt partially guilty about how things turned out to be in the end, all with a soft and reassuring smile while agreeing that, since no one besides close friends knew it was you, everything would be okay in a while.
"Sure, let me just take note of the touch-up for this piece and..." Your chair was turned slowly but firmly as you scribbled in the tablet, thoughts cut short as you felt his presence looming over you. Hesitantly, you glanced up to find a smirking TaeHyung holding the arms of your rolling chair.
"When I say home I mean singular, Y/N." He whispered, eyebrows twitching up suggestively, a move that you've only heard from Mou about since he had been fooling around a bit before you two started hanging - and the girls from the company apparently were really good on profiling people. You had some questions to them. "So I'll ask again: Let's go to one of our homes?"
Your mouth was gaped and you could barely feel your fingers, reacting so obviously to his flirting that made his grin widen in satisfaction as he registered your flustering.
"Hey, you guys leaving- Is everything okay?" Hoseok popped from the other side of the divisor, frowning as he saw the positions you two were in. Apparently no one had told him that you and the TI trainee have been smooching, so the scene might have looked weird.
"Yeah, we were just about to decide where to watch today's game but Y/N's a little indecisive," TaeHyung explained and you tilted your head even more confused, never aware there was a game in the first place.
"Oh that League of Heroes or something of the sort? Never knew you were into that Y/N," As on cue, NamJoon also decided to appear to call you out and that made the friend in front of you back up a little, adopting a slightly more composed posture. It was a fact that NamJoon made him feel intimidated and you kind of liked that. To his inquiry, you only shrugged.
"Legends, you old man," Hobi chuckled, making your best friend roll his eyes at him shortly before he turned back to you with a small wince. "And I would invite myself over too, but I don't really care about the semifinals, actually."
"Shame, we could all do a slumber party at mine's" you tsk, trying to play it off, ignoring the look NamJoon was giving you, for some unknown reason. If he could have fun around, you could too.
After quickly assembling your stuff, you followed TaeHyung to the elevator, both suddenly growing silent as looking at each other and sharing an accomplice smile.
You weren't sure what exactly was entailing you two hanging out at your place and neither how far you wanted to go with him, but all things considered, TaeHyung was something easy and chill in your life, currently. You needed to talk to him about your relationship, though.
As soon as you stepped into the empty elevator - a given since the company managed the working hours to avoid crowding - TaeHyung pulled your elbow, twirling your body around for the second time in that afternoon and pulling you closer, his free hand immediately pressing at the side of your face as he captured your lips in a kiss that almost made your mind shortcut; if you weren't sure before of his intentions while going to your apartment today, now it was perfectly clear by the way his tongue laved on yours, the palm once around your arm inching down your back dangerously.
The machine dinged warning your arrival to the lobby and you detached yourself from him in the quickest - but gentlest - way you could, practically stumbling out the doors as they opened. You were sure that your hair was a mess and your face was flushed, so hurrying out of the company was a must. It's enough the show that the security guards had, you thought to yourself, not even daring to glance at the main desk while pulling a smug TaeHyung behind you.
Didn't take too long to get a car thought, the weekend was near and people were heading home earlier than expected. In a way, you were glad of being able to get home faster and, to give a rest to your wobbling knees. It had been a while feeling like this.
Your love life hasn't been moving since the end of college - since the fateful day when JungKook walked out on you - so you were a little out of practice with all of that. Sure, you weren't blind and had a crush once or twice but nothing serious or that you had made an effort to evolve or pursue. In fact, TaeHyung had been the result of a drunken impulse, for you were so angry at him that day after unconsciously blurting out about your birthday to your clients - the follow up of you inviting them to your social gathering was completely your fault - that it turned you on enough to take the opening he gave you in the kitchen.
That maybe had to do with JungKook being at the party as well, you had to admit.
But just a tiny bit.
Engrossed on the scenery outside, you barely noticed when TaeHyung scooted closer to you, taking your hand in his with delicacy.
"Can't help but remember your birthday party," he started softly, the deep baritone of his voice making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. "That kiss... Maybe because that time you kissed me I can't stop thinking about it." The whisper near your ear made you shudder lightly as you turned to stare him in the eye, gaze falling on his lips instead, unable to utter a single word.
He smiled softly at your lack of response, almost shy. "I've been meaning to gather courage and ask you out, but I did this instead, sorry."
"Why you're sorry?"
"Because I decided to cut to the chase instead." The tilt of your head made him snicker, head rolling to the side a little before looking back at your face. "I wanted to treat you to dinner, walk a little before dropping you off your apartment, and maybe be invited in, you know?"
You smiled at him, hand dropping to his thigh. "I don't mind you decided to be direct," you said, glad of how his eyes widened slightly at your discreet move to reciprocate his intentions. The whole thing looked less serious that way, exactly what you needed it to be. "I like it better like this." The muttered phrase was a manner to convey what you wanted to talk about, perhaps later on, when you were more focused on the subject.
"Good," he hummed, his palm meeting the back of your hand again, this time moving it upwards his crotch, offering a feel of the hardening bulge inside his pants. "Because I've been wanting you for a while now." You couldn't help biting your lower lip. Not really a fan of being this bold at public spaces - not that the backseat of the taxi was that exposing but still - yet TaeHyung's lingering stare had the pit of your stomach twisting.
--
It wasn't long before the taxi pulled up to your address and both of you hopped off in the most discreet way you could without looking too hurried, TaeHyung insisting on paying the driver and calm down a bit after riling himself up so much in the backseat - you weren't thinking about the small walk to your door when you just kept gliding your fingers over the strain on his slacks, enjoying the way TaeHyung clenched his jaw -, eyebrow quirking at you when the driver started counting the change.
You felt giddy. Impatient and already slightly damp, really excited for the whole obvious event that was a few meters from happening. In your defense, you had focused so much on being a successful woman and improving your craft that relationships were put aside easily - sure, there was JungKook as a reason too - so the whole thing with TaeHyung felt like a first all over again. That didn't stop you from practically yanking the man out of the car by the hand, handing him your coat and bag to hold over his still glaring boner and hurry to your home.
Since you lived on the first floor, it was a no-brainer to take the stairs once noticing the elevator was on the higher floors, so it was safe to say you were really determined to get under the man you currently guided by the hand through the badly lit stairs. Your keys were even in your hand.
As you pushed the stairwell door TaeHyung pulled your hand back, pushing your body to the wall beside it and holding your face with his big hands, his body also pressed to yours. "Fuck, I like seeing you like this, so eager and hurried... Do you want to-"
The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted both of you, whole body tensing as you glanced to the side.
"Sorry, seems like I've beaten you to getting home, Miss Y/L/N." The dry tone from none than Jeon JungKook as he stared at you two from the door of your apartment was what made you push TaeHyung away, face heating up with a mix of embarrassment and fury because of course, he'd be the one there to witness that exchange between you and TaeHyung for the second time and dampen your plans to finally get some and pluck him out of your head. Probably.
"What are you doing here?" You blurted out, walking towards his figure, barely noticing how he hid a bag behind himself as he eyed your company trailing behind you. He was dressed casually as he'd just went to his house after his shift, showered, and got his comfiest - but still put together - clothes on with the sole intention of swinging by your house and spending some time with you. Like you'd let him.
"I... JiMin said he'd come here today, didn't he said anything?" As he faced you, body twisting and squaring up a bit and chest a little puffed, you crossed your arms defensively, recognizing the defiant stance that apparently hadn't changed even after all those years, meaning that he was ready to spew some bullshit if you were taking experience in account. I don't know if it's good or bad to still know him like the back of my hand...
"No, he did not, Mr. Jeon. And I don't remember having anything pertinent meeting in my house involving the A.R.M.Y. line-"
"This doesn't have to do with the clothing line Miss Y/L/N, but rather with the tabloids situation you and my business partner are in. He said he wanted to come and talk," you felt TaeHyung tense up when JungKook cut your words, cheeks burning in anger. The man in front of you was furious as well, even if his expression remained stoic. "But apparently I misunderstood the time of arrival."
"Indeed must be a mistake." Your tone was dry, even though a little shaken and you notice the irritated little quirk of his eyebrow, the hard swallow and change of body weight to the other feet.
"Yeah," he bit the inside of his cheek. "My apologies."
The mutter was barely heard as he started walking out, barely missing your shoulder in his leave.
The mood was completely ruined as you got inside of the apartment and thought you didn't want to be this mad, you appreciated that TaeHyung didn't try to pick things from where they were right away, letting you feel your emotions for a while.
"Do you want anything to drink or eat?" You asked, turning to TaeHyung with a sigh, fingers threading your hair tiredly. He gave you a sympathetic smile before nodding, muttering 'tea' in a small voice that made you smile back.
"Then I'm going to shower while the water heats, okay?" Once again the man nodded, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "You can make yourself at home, if you want a shower too I've got extra towels and... Maybe NamJoon's change of sweats here too," you hurried to offer, knowing that even though the day was chill, he must be tired as well and in need of refreshment.
"Actually I might take you up on that offer... I feel like a cold shower would do me good right now." And that made your eyes wander down towards his crotch again, the straining not present against the slacks anymore, making you a little bummed. You were really looking forward to this afternoon, but it was understandable that he wasn't in the mood anymore. You chuckled with him and then gave instructions for the guest room, having him follow as you went to get the towels and your friend's sweats - which rarely used them, only when he really needed to spend the night - so he could change into something more comfortable.
Till the moment you two finally sat on the small couch of your living room with your respective cup of green tea - the only type you had available at your house - you had failed to realize how comfortable you felt around TaeHyung, even to a point that you were cuddling some time later while watching some movie on TV. It felt domestic in a way, and it was dangerous. Still, he had an effect on you and that was easy to acknowledge, which made you unsure of your position at the moment.
"Ah, my roommate will be so pissed I'm watching this episode without him," TaeHyung mentioned at one point with a small chuckle, the deep comforting sound rumbling against your ear. You were halfway through an episode of 'Ozark' you've already watched, a little bored and trying to come up with a way to heat things back up. So far you achieved laying your head on his chest for further closure, one of his hands resting on your waist, but nothing else. Like you realized before, it was domestic.
"Oh? We can change it, if you want. Though this feels more like a filler episode, nothing really happens here..." You commented, looking up his face. He tilted his head with a small pout before meeting your gaze, and you smiled at his cuteness. It hurt your pride that he was probably cuter than you but you couldn't care so much at that moment.
"Whatever you want, though. I don't want to bother." At his statement you chuckled, straightening up in your spot and shaking your head. You understood then why he wasn't pushing for anything because he didn't want to annoy you in your house and be kicked out. Cute.
"Hmm," biting your lower lip in ponder, you looked away, fighting a smile. "Whatever I want?" You glanced back at him, mischief laced in your tone. TaeHyung's eyes widened a little before he nodded, suddenly struck by the undertone of the proposition. Good, he was down to whatever, then.
Smile widening, you decided for the bold, straight to the point move you had in your mind - since you taking the first step something TaeHyung mentioned to enjoy earlier -, reaching for his cheek and leaning, observing his reactions. Shoulders relaxed, mouth gaped and eyes dropped to your lips, fluttering close as you finally met his mouth with yours, almost tentatively. It was different from the first time, where you had initiated it by pure frustration of how things had turned out.
Groaning, TaeHyung then pressed back, hands gripping your waist as he kissed you back with intent, lips molding with yours perfectly. You then moved to straddle him, at first only one of his legs, sliding up his thigh and shuddering as one of his palms slid inside your shirt, caressing up the increasingly hot skin of your back while pulling you even further to his body. The other one wandered down your side, reaching the back of your knee and, with a swift movement he pulled it up, settling it at the other side of his waist and splitting your legs enough that there wasn't any other option but stay settled right on top of the growing bulge of his crotch. You hummed against his mouth, feeling brave enough to shift your hips a little, enough to make him pause the exchange for a second and resume by deepening the kiss with a soft hum, tongue licking at your mouth slowly.
It felt like everything was moving slow, you pulling off the shirt you had just borrowed him, TaeHyung pawing at your body and breathing raggedly as you ground your increasing heat on his hard need, desperately wanting to feel him without all those layers and barriers. When he parted from your lips to mouth at your neck, you were a goner.
"Tae please-" You urged with a gasp as he nipped at your skin, a bruise that would definitely be visible and you'd spend half an hour trying to mask it with makeup the next day, but you didn't pay it any mind at the moment. His hands traveled all the way up under your shirt to take possession of your covered breasts and you took that opportunity to pull out your shirt, throwing it beside you on the couch. He leaned back to look at you, squeezing and pinching at your chest, watching your reactions intently and biting his lower lip, concealing any sound he wanted to make as you circled your lips on top of his, moaning softly at the light tease. "TaeHyung..."
"Yeah?" He dragged out breathlessly, so deep it made you shudder, nipples pebbling. He flicked them and you yelped softly. "Tell me what you want love."
The term of endearment made your insides twist, wondering for a moment if he used that with every other girl. "I want you, Tae." And to stress it, you slid your hands down his chest, reaching the straining on his pants, ever so slightly squeezing the outline of his cock. The man's eyes fluttered close at the contact. "I want to feel you."
"Fu- I'm all yours, Y/N. I'll do whatever you want." That response made you smile, feeling him throb under your palm. You leaned, pressing your lips to his in a tender, quick kiss, pulling away while biting his lower lip.
"Then let me hear you, hm?" You instructed, watching as he nodded, at first automatically going to biting the already abused lower lip but settling to licking it, mouth gaping.
Getting to your treat, you latched your mouth to his neck, fingers trailing back up again to caress the planes of his chest, only to draw back down with your nails, not hurtfully, only to tease. TaeHyung gasped deliciously, throwing his head back and exposing his neck even more, so you could also mark him up with a suckle to the sensitive skin, discovering the weak spot at the base of his throat that had him grunting, hips jutting just as you reached the hem of the sweatpants.
Never truly a patient woman, you decided for yanking down pants and underwear, TaeHyung lifting his hips to help you free the raging boner that waved out, thick girth making your mouth water immediately.
But before you could even think of hopping off his thighs, as soon your fingers wrapped lightly around his throbbing cock he took purchase of your ass, dipping both hands under the fabric of the sweatpants to squeeze the flesh almost painfully. You breathed out hard, glancing up to look at the man that already had some strands of hair glued to his damp forehead before your lips were captured into a desperate and almost clumsy kiss, your fingers squeezing the leaking tip of his dick and messing with his focus, a shudder rocking his whole body.
"I'm going crazy already," he panted against your lips, breath hitching as you twisted your wrist, jerking him off with small movements. "You'll drive me insane, Y/N."
You drank up his whispers, biting your lower lip and keeping on with the teasing and TaeHyung's head came to rest on your shoulder, trying to concentrate while pawing at your body as well, lips pressing kisses on your scorching skin in between pleased hums, hands resuming to roam over your partially clothed body.
"Oh my, T-" Your gaps was almost muffled by the groan coming from the man that had decided to take you by surprise and slip his fingers inside your panties, dipping the digits on the overflowing essence that already had ruined your underwear, TaeHyung's sounds so enticing to your ears. He throbbed at the way your back arched and your chest pressed to his face as his kisses lowered, aiming for the pebbled peaks of your nipples. With a free hand, you held onto his shoulder for leverage, aiding the slippery thumb to rub circles on your clit, the other getting back on massaging the tip of his cock almost clumsily.
But you had a clear objective in mind, and when his lips wrapped around one of your nipples you knew that it would be impossible to continue after TaeHyung made you cum. It had been a long while since someone made you climax, and you were already a little tired from the whole ordeal from early on- Let's not even start thinking about how bothered you still were with JungKook.
"Tae, TaeHyung-" You stopped him just as he was about to part your lips and slip a finger inside, the thought of the long digits inserted into your heat making your throat dry with want. You wanted nothing more to have him inside of you soon, but the need to have him on his mouth weighted a little heavier. "I need to suck you off, please."
"Please? Fuck Y/N, I'm the one who's begging you," he breathed out, eyes raking your figure as you slid off his thighs, mimicking your gestures as you yanked off your sweatpants, ruined panties thrown by the couch and you watched in awe as he picked them up, pressing them to his nose. It was a little embarrassing, but at the same time made your insides twist with need as you dropped to your knees.
Once again, glancing at the thick, veiny cock in front of your face, you reminded yourself that it had been quite a while since you've done something of the sort. You'd be lucky if you didn't gag when his tip hit the back of your throat.
Yet, you rested your palms on his thighs, snickering at the jolt it caused TaeHyung, his eyes opening to glance down at you, putting your underwear away. His lips parted mirroring yours, as you lean to lightly press the cushions of your mouth on the feverish member, a hiss being coaxed from him.
With a hum, you then parted your lips wider to fit the engorged head, molding your mouth to press in a circle against it and sinking your head slowly till the 'oh' his mouth was making was out of sight, hollowing your cheeks when he hit the beginning of your throat. TaeHyung breathed out barely holding off a whine, one hand coming to press the back of your head just slightly, the silent urge to go faster completely ignored. You'd enjoy this moment to the max and intended to milk him for all he was worth.
Bobbing your head a few more times, excruciatingly slow to torture him and bring out those delicious gasps and hums he wanted to suppress - but was still keeping his promise about letting them out - you reached out to play with yourself a little, the throbbing of your insides mirroring his, wanting desperately for friction, for attention.
"F- Don't you dare t-touch yourself Y/N," he practically growled as soon as your fingers slid down your stomach, and you returned your hand to wrap around what your mouth couldn't cover of his cock, a surprised hum in response. "You - fuck - cum in my mouth today."
You couldn't help but gasp at such promise, made so firmly that would make your knees wobble, weren't you already on them. So with renewed will you sank your head further on his cock, letting the tip breach past the uvula, the feeling of constriction turning you on even more. Gagging, you still forced to go as further as you could, but your lungs were screaming for air already, all the while trying to see TaeHyung practically trashing at the action, hips jutting upwards in a manner of helping you - or himself - to take him, a string of curses falling from his lips.
"I'm not guh-going to last much more, 'm really clo-"
"Cum in my mouth," you breathed in, coming up for air and interrupting his stuttered babbles, watching his eyes widen as you parted your lips, tongue rolling out and pressing against the back of the tip, one hand twisting around his shaft, the other going to softly cradle his balls, causing TaeHyung to groan loudly and fuck your hand with sharp and fast movements. "Give it to me, Tae."
You barely finished speaking when the first ribbon of cum landed on your lips, making you open up again quickly to receive it, tongue poking out to lick at the throbbing head and eyes fluttering shut as some shot near them. TaeHyung came in many spurts, gasping loudly till he breathed out heavily, marking the end of his climax. That was when you wrapped your lips around the sensitive tip, drawing a surprised keen as he was overstimulated just for your own satisfaction. He writhed as you sucked out the last drop of his release, then letting him go with a pop when one hand grasped the back of your head in a desperate, silent pleading.
"You're so gonna get it Y/N," TaeHyung panted out, cupping your face as you slid back up to meet his lips, thumb wiping the sticky streak of cum from your cheek. You hummed, softly pressing your lips to his, his mouth dry from the recent orgasm. "Damn I'm thirsty..." He parted briefly from your lips to smack his, panting out while catching his breath.
"Do you want me to get you some w- Oh!" A surprised gasp left your mouth as he pushed you to lay on the couch hastily, quickly grasping your legs and yanking them open. Your eyes widened as TaeHyung slid to the floor, looking half-mad with lust as he stared at your heat, a shiver running through your spine as the cooled air of his heavy breathing hit your folds. Delicately he exposed you more to his gaze, unconsciously licking his lower lip, yearning.
When he dove, you gasped silently, not even remembering how to make a sound as TaeHyung clamped his lips on the throbbing bundle of nerves, suckling on it with a hum. Electricity ran through your whole body as he popped his lips away and laved at your folds, savoring the overflowing juices that spilled from your core with a hum. Your hips jutted upwards, eyes rolling back as you whined, finally finding your voice in the middle of your pleasure.
TaeHyung chuckled, squeezing the inside of your thighs, and you peeked down.
"Though I'd lost you there for a second," he quipped, the smugness stamped on his face glistening with your essence around his plush lips. You chanced a grin, reaching down to touch his cheek, a small caress that turned into an impatient plead when you ran your fingers through his head, smoothly pushing him back to his task. "Guess you're ready to get wrecked hm?" His voice was deep with lust, the effect of you bossing him around getting to his eyes, which darkened with mischief.
Getting back to his task, this time paced a little slower, he began to play around with your folds, thumbs drawing circles at the inside of your thighs. Your eyes rolled back as TaeHyung licked up your slit, not quite reaching where you expected, only for the tip of his tongue to circle the inner hood of your core. The grip on his hair tightened, coaxing a huffed laugh against your heat that made your hips jolt. You knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and seemed like TaeHyung did too. And he was making the most of it.
One of his hands slid up to grab at your breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers, and then you knew you were a goner. Your legs were already quivering when his lips reattached to your needy nerve ending, free-hand pressing two fingers to your slit and gently inserting them in your depths, juices aiding his sliding. He curved the tip of his fingers upwards upon reaching your limit and you heaved. “TaeHyung,” you started, looking down at him, not meeting his eyes as he devoured your core, eyes shut in focus. “You're gonna make me c- fuck!” Barely able to finish your sentence, you threw your head back, white-hot pleasure blinding you and making your limbs tremble. You barely heard TaeHyung's surprised gasp, before a deep chuckle vibrated against your increasingly sensitive folds.
Took you long seconds before you were able to open your eyes again.
“Look, I feel like I’m responsible for this,” TaeHyung’s words confused you a little, as you entered a post-blissed state and began to notice your surroundings again. TaeHyung was still on the floor, head pressed on the inside of one of them as he looked up at you with a smug smile plastered on his soaked face. A moment of ponder went through your mind before you realized that not only his cheeks were wet, but your thighs and couch as well. You had squirted all over him, it seemed.
“Holy shit, I’m so, sorry-” You tried to straighten up, face feeling warm with embarrassment. In the back of your mind, you knew there wasn’t anything wrong with that, but you did feel ashamed to have done that when you only felt relaxed enough to do it alone.
“Why are you apologizing? This is hot as fuck, Y/N. I couldn’t have imagined anything hotter to happen.” His awed admission made you smile, and, mirroring your actions, TaeHyung climbed up your body to press his lips on yours again, his warmth extremely welcome on your still boneless body.
The more he held you closer once again, the more you felt like continuing to the next step towards intercourse, lured by the tang of your taste on his mouth, how TaeHyung had expertly dragged out your climax with only his tongue. You wished to feel more of him, deep inside yourself.
Inside the bag atop your dinner table, a phone rang and vibrated urgently.
“Fuck,” muttered the man once more aroused and ready to finally give you want you needed before parting from your body and rushing to get his phone. You sighed, straightening up on the couch as you watched a very naked TaeHyung rip open his bag and grasp his phone to answer it, pushing his damp hair back. He had barely time to even greet the caller before being cut off and a voice started urgently speaking, so loud you could almost make out what was being said from the other side of the room. He gave you a sad smile, which you returned with yet another sigh.
Looking to the side, you spotted your own device, usually void of messages after work hours, also blinking silently with unseen messages. Maybe something had gone wrong in the company, it was a weird coincidence that both of you were being called. Well, that was the end of the day, you guessed.
“Work as well?” TaeHyung plopped by your side as you turned off your screen after checking the messages. “Somehow the guys managed to crash a site after the scheduled promotion was announced, now I need to go there and fix it, because they’ve supposedly tried everything…” He threw his head back with a groan, closing his eyes.
You chuckled half-heartedly at his actions, bummed but at the same time relieved that he needed to leave. Apparently what JungKook had said about JiMin coming over was true, though he had gotten ahead of his partner in hours.
“Yeah, mine is something Yoongi wants to check, little details he won’t let go - you know the man’s a perfectionist,” you giggled awkwardly, gut sinking for having to tell a lie to TaeHyung about the upcoming matters. Of course, the news that was sent to you would be sent to him as well, since it personally concerned his image, but you didn’t want to have a discussion about the matter at that moment. TaeHyung was supposed to be something easy and chill in your life.
You kept your phone clutched in your hand the whole time until TaeHyung left, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the worry in your eyes even as he pecked your lips goodbye, before closing the door after himself.
You didn’t even finish breathing out when your phone vibrated again.
[PARK JIMIN]: now that your friend left, may i come in?
idk you guys but i hope this looks like my supreme wrecker Park JiMin heh 😅 (i’m... sorry to disappoint you jules? or do you know me better than i do?)
anyways this is i and the wrecker chims in sporty-homey clothing, there was no hair for me but that’s as close as it gets 😊
