ᯓ★ SOMETHING ABOUT HIM IS MADE FOR SOMEBODY LIKE ME
genre. smut, one-shot [completed]
pairing. non-idol!bangtan, producer!yoongi x y/n, bestfriend’s sister to lovers
warnings. cussing, 4 years age gap, high sex-drive, under the influence of aphrodisiac, unprotected consensual sex.
word count. 10k
summary. Your brother, Namjoon, loves you far too much to leave you alone after your stupid ex-boyfriend dumped you. Determined to cheer you up, he insists on bringing you along as his plus one to his best friend—Seokjin, bachelor’s party. Growing up around his friends your entire life, neither you nor the rest of them find it strange—it’s simply the way things have always been.
When Seokjin books the hotel rooms for the trip, an unfortunate oversight occurs. A hotel staff misses the reservation for your room due to a system glitch, resulting in a double booking—and by the middle of the night, you’re left without a place to sleep.
With everyone else on the trip far too drunk and wasted to help solve the problem, you have little choice but to share a room with Yoongi—your brother’s closest best friend and, unfortunately, your long-time crush.
Everything was fine until you ate something you definitely shouldn’t have.
author's note. i woke up one morning having this concept in mind. the boy is mine by ariana grande is on repeat the entire time im writing this piece. i think it's fun and fitted to publish for yoongi's birthday. a little late but still a sweet treat for everyone! 𖹭
dedicating this to my forever starboy, yoongi ★
You carefully open the trunk of the black SUV parked in front of your house while Jungkook, your best friend, helps you with your luggage that seemed heavy enough to be carrying a dead body.
Used to how he likes to run his mouth when it comes to you, you completely ignore his sharp antics as he rearranges the pile of suitcases like Tetris blocks, making sure nothing will topple over during the trip.
“The hell shit are you carrying for a three-day beach trip?” Jungkook asked, catching his breath as he closed the trunk.
In your mind, you’re convinced it’s still too early to start bickering over nonsense, so you just simply raised your hand in the air for a high five, which he immediately accepted—a gesture that no matter what the situation is, you know by heart that Jungkook will never turn down.
As you walk toward the other car where your brother was in, Jungkook begins complaining again. Saying it’s unfair that your ridiculously heavy suitcase is riding in his brother’s car while you get to travel in Seokjin’s car with your brother.
The next thing you knew, he was already dragging you with him.
Jungkook has been your best friend for almost fifteen years now. He is the same age as you, and the two of you attended the same middle school, high school, and even the same college.
He is the younger half-brother of your brother’s best friend of more than fifteen years, Yoongi. Since both of your brothers are simply inseparable, the two of you are basically forced to hang out with each other when you’re young and you’ve been best friends since.
You and Jungkook may seem to squabble and banter all the time, but it’s just the way your friendship works. The level of your closeness can be compared to siblings.
People are always surprised when they’re finding out that the two of you are just friends. They’re always insisting that you would make the perfect couple since you’re about the same age and very close.
But the thought of being in a romantic relationship with Jungkook makes your skin crawl for two main reasons.
First, Jungkook is a known fuckboy who enjoys casual relationships with different girls, sometimes at once and seems almost allergic to anything serious or stable.
Second—and more importantly—you have secret romantic feelings for his brother, who is four years older than you. You’ve liked him since high school, and unfortunately for you, Jungkook knows about it. The only reason he keeps his mouth shut is because you threaten to cut ties with him the moment he tells anyone—especially his brother.
“Ready to go?” Yoongi asked from the driver’s seat before starting the car, following the silver SUV in front that belongs to Seokjin when all of you in the car hummed in response.
Hoseok, your older cousin—who is also part of your brother’s circle—sits in the passenger seat, while you and Jungkook occupy the back.
Hoseok starts a conversation over your recent breakup and tries to offer you some comfort while still keeping things light after hearing that your boyfriend of six months—now your ex-boyfriend—dumps you because he wants to “find himself.”
“I’m fine. It’s a good-riddance type of breakup, really. I don’t have enough energy to coddle his insecurities all the time—and I love pink way too much to be the man in the relationship,” you murmured, uninterested in the topic.
Everything you say is true.
The only thing hurting right now is your ego. This is the first time you’ve ever been dumped in your 26 years of existence. Not to be smug but you’re always used to guys doting over you.
You met your ex-boyfriend at the coffee shop across from your office. He happens to work around the same area. At first, you find him charming and cute—and he feels the same about you. That’s how the relationship started.
But eventually, you realized he is incredibly insecure. He constantly projects his lack of confidence onto you and always assumes you’re flirting with your coworkers behind his back. The only reason you lasted six months with him is because the sex was good.
As someone with absolutely zero patience for childish and immature behavior, it’s hard for you to understand where his insecurities are coming from. Thankfully, he ended things before you did.
Meanwhile, everyone around you—especially your brother Namjoon—is convinced you’re secretly depressed because of the breakup. That is also the reason why you’re currently in this car, following the SUV ahead carrying Seokjin, your brother, Seokjin’s brother Taehyung, and his best friend Jimin.
This three-day trip is supposed to be a celebration—Seokjin’s bachelor party.
He is a year older than Yoongi and older than the rest of the guys. With the wedding happening next week, and after more than fifteen years of friendship, it’s only natural that your brother and his friends are all part of this trip.
“Besides, me and your brother never really liked your ex-boyfriend, Y/N,” Hoseok confessed, still trying to keep the conversation going.
“Yeah, me too. He’s weird,” Jungkook agrees from beside you, barely looking up from his phone. “I told you to stop dating guys your age.”
That comment immediately sparks curiosity from the two older guys sitting in front.
“You like younger ones?” Hoseok gasped a little over dramatic, turning slightly in his seat to look back at you.
“No—”
“She likes OLDER,” Jungkook cuts in before you can reason out for yourself, emphasizing the word, older.
You tugged his hair in annoyance, making him hiss in pain. Shooting you a glare while rubbing the spot you pulled.
Your eyes unknowingly drift toward the rearview mirror—and that’s when you catch Yoongi’s gaze on you.
He glances at the mirror, meeting your eyes for a brief second before looking back at the road. The eye contact is quick, but it still makes your cheeks warm.
“Really? I didn’t know that,” Hoseok replied, amused with your preferences in guys.
“That’s because I don’t tell anyone.”
“About how old?”
“Umm… maybe four or five years, ah yes around that age gap” you answered your cousin as innocently as possible making sure to let Yoongi hear.
And you swear to God—you see the faintest smirk tug at Yoongi’s lips as you answer.
His subtle reaction sends a strange wave of nervous energy through your body, making you involuntarily press your thighs together as a jittery feeling settles deep in your stomach.
The car ride took almost three hours. You and Jungkook are drifting in and out of sleep in the back seat while the two older guys in front talk about random things the entire time.
Once the car is finally parked, Jungkook and Hoseok immediately start unloading the luggage, handing each suitcase over to its rightful owner. After making sure everything is out of the trunk and the car is safely locked, the group begins walking toward the resort and hotel Seokjin has booked.
While checking in, you keep bugging Jungkook about how hungry you are—and how ridiculously heavy your suitcase is—suggesting he should carry yours, earning several death glares from him.
Jimin and Taehyung soon joined the two of you while the older guys stayed behind to settle everything at the front desk.
Just like with Jungkook, you are completely comfortable with Jimin and Taehyung. They are both a year older than you. Taehyung is Seokjin’s younger brother, while Jimin is his best friend.
Back in high school, Jimin and Jungkook are both part of the dance club, and later he attends the same college as the two of you. He even shares a few classes with Jungkook, which makes your group naturally close and easy with each other.
Once checked in, everyone is sent to their assigned rooms. Seokjin makes sure to book them all on the same floor.
Namjoon and Hoseok share a room.
Jungkook and Yoongi share another.
Jimin and Taehyung are assigned their shared room as well.
Meanwhile, you and Seokjin each get separate rooms since you don’t have company with you.
Having a suite by yourself excites you, but there is one small issue—it’s a little farther away from the rest of the guys. While their suites are clustered together, yours sits at the far corner after turning left into a quieter hallway.
Before everyone part ways, Seokjin reminds the group that the yacht party will start at twelve, which also means lunch will be served there.
His friends really go all out for his bachelor’s party, renting a yacht for twelve hours starting at noon just for him.
You honestly have no idea what to expect. It’s your first time attending a bachelor’s party, after all.
Still, you convince yourself that nothing too inappropriate will happen, considering the people involved. Even though you are well aware that your brother’s friends are far from saints, you are also confident they’re not reckless either.
While getting ready for the yacht party, your hair dryer suddenly stopped working in the middle of styling your hair. Your suite has a built-in one but it’s the traditional hair blower that uses heat—yours is the heatless one, to prevent further damage on your ginger-colored hair that you’ve been maintaining for months now.
Annoyed, you grab your phone from the sink counter and text Jungkook, remembering that he uses the same one as yours.
You leave your room, dragging your half-open suitcase along the carpeted hallway on the way to Jungkook and Yoongi’s. Thankfully, you haven’t unpacked your suitcase yet, which makes it easier to bring the whole thing with you since you’re not even halfway done getting ready.
When Yoongi opens the door after you knock, the first thing you notice is his frowning face as he takes in the sight of you standing there in nothing but a bathrobe, hauling your huge suitcase.
“Uh… Jungkook’s there?” you asked when he doesn’t immediately let you in.
Without a word, Yoongi steps aside to give you space, and you walk in like you own the place. Meanwhile, before closing the door, he briefly looks down the hallway to make sure you aren’t being followed by anyone who might have seen you wandering around in just a bathrobe. Luckily, the corridor is empty.
As expected, Jungkook immediately starts bitching about you dragging your whole suitcase in their room. You just ignored him after reasoning out that it’s simply more convenient to finish getting ready in their suite instead of drying your hair here and then walking all the way back to your place afterward.
With three people sharing one bathroom, the process takes longer than expected. The delay eventually causes Seokjin to call Yoongi, asking where the hell everyone is.
As you fastened the large ivory ribbon around your half-ponytail, the two brothers kept calling your name relentlessly from outside the bathroom.
You stepped out with an annoyed expression, irritated at being rushed when you weren’t even fully satisfied with your appearance.
The moment you emerge from the bathroom, both men fall completely silent, eyes wandering on your fit.
You’re wearing an off-white ruffled bralette top with thin straps that hug your perfectly shaped breasts snugly, creating a soft cleavage. Paired with it is a long, flowy, tiered skirt in the same color, made of multiple soft ruffled layers that move gently as you walk. Underneath, you’re wearing plain white bikini bottoms in case you decide to swim later.
It’s moments like this that makes Jungkook wish he isn’t your best friend because you are completely his type and he will definitely hit on you.
If you weren’t always so open about how you feel absolutely nothing romantic toward him, he would probably risk everything just to get you into bed with him.
Meanwhile, Yoongi, even without an obvious reaction showing, couldn’t take his eyes off you.
Lunch is served on the yacht before the party officially begins. After eating, you hang out with the younglings—Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung on the lower deck while they roughhouse with each other like a bunch of overgrown kids.
A few hours after lunch, Seokjin’s bachelor party finally kicks off.
You’re a little surprised when a group of pretty ladies—dressed sexy but still appropriate—board the yacht just before it sails out to the open sea.
You soon learn that they are your brother’s present for Seokjin. They’re entertainers hired to keep the bachelor and his friends company.
It doesn’t take long for the yacht to be filled with loud music, laughter, and the chaotic energy of a group of men with raging hormones. Alcohol flows freely, and everyone is paired up with a pretty girl as a company.
You managed to slip away and choose to settle on the higher part of the deck alone, watching the party unfold below you like a scene from a movie.
Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung are long gone the moment the party started. They abandoned you without hesitation in exchange for the full bachelor-party experience. You cannot blame the guys and their hormones though.
You pulled out your phone and secretly recorded a video of Jungkook with a girl sitting comfortably on his lap while he flirts with her in a semi-drunken, delirious way. You make a mental note to use the video against him for later.
Your eyes eventually land on a familiar figure lingering near the edge of the lower deck.
Yoongi.
He stands quietly as he watches his friends party like crazy, slowly sipping his whiskey on the rocks.
You watch as he lazily twirls the glass in his hand, allowing the ice to melt just enough before taking another sip. There’s something about him that makes your breath hitch, the kind of presence that leaves you helplessly captivated by him and to every little thing he does.
A brunette, honey-skinned girl with stunning proportions stands nearby, keeping him company. They talk at a polite distance from each other, and every now and then you see Yoongi chuckle, wondering what could it be that she said to make him respond like that.
What really amuses you, though, is the complete lack of physical contact between them. In the middle of a bachelor party filled with flirting, drinking, and chaos, Yoongi looks like the most respectful man on the entire boat. The awkward sight between him and his companion makes you giggle by yourself.
You know Yoongi is stern with his boundaries, he isn’t fond of people in his space. During the time that he’s in a relationship with someone, his PDA is only limited to holding hands and grabbing waist.
But that alone isn’t enough to make you question his demeanor in bed, especially since you remember one of his ex-girlfriends drunkenly sharing intimate details about their time together with Yoongi to both you and Jungkook, making you want to experience it on your own.
Growing up, you watch Yoongi grow up too. For fifteen years, he and your brother are practically inseparable, which means you see him almost every day as well.
Over the years, you witness a few of his unsuccessful relationships. His last one lasted three years, and at one point you’re convinced he’s going to propose to her any day—until Jungkook casually told you that his brother ended things with his girlfriend.
That happened two years ago.
Since then, as far as you know, Yoongi hasn’t been with anyone. For two whole years.
For a long time, you assume it’s because he isn’t over his ex yet. But thanks to Jungkook’s constant reassurance that his brother is simply too busy with his job as a music producer. That makes you allow yourself to hold onto a quiet, ridiculous hope.
Maybe—just maybe—you still have a chance with the man who is four years older than you.
Eventually, the bachelor party winds down.
You spend the entire evening on the upper deck while the guys party below, thanks to the magazines stacked on the center table that kept you entertained.
When you finally check on them, the sight is disastrous. Everyone is completely wasted.
Taehyung and Hoseok are literally crawling across the floor. Seokjin drifts in and out of drunken sleep. Your brother looks only minutes away from passing out completely, and Jungkook is wandering around looking for you for some unknown reason, drooling slightly while muttering incoherent nonsense.
Yoongi is the only one who still seems remotely normal.
You have no idea how he managed to get all five men back to their hotel rooms easily. Meanwhile, you are stuck dragging Jungkook’s heavy, half-conscious body from the elevator to the suite he shares with Yoongi, and you feel like you might die halfway through the hallway.
Yoongi holds the door open for you as you guide Jungkook toward his bed.
Miraculously, the moment Jungkook reaches the room, he seems to regain a bit of consciousness. Without saying a word, he stumbles straight into the bathroom to take a shower.
You take that as your cue to leave.
After saying goodbye to Yoongi, you drag your heavy suitcase—the same one you brought into their suite earlier—back down the hallway toward your own room.
A few minutes after you leave, Jungkook steps out of the shower—still half-drunk—and makes his way to Jimin and Taehyung’s room.
Yoongi is left alone.
He’s about to set up his laptop and a few basic pieces of music equipment when his stomach growls in protest.
Rather than ordering room service, he decided to head down to the convenience store on the ground floor of the hotel.
As the elevator doors slide open, his eyes immediately land on you.
You’re standing near the front desk with your suitcase beside you, looking distraught and on the verge of tears. A staff member is speaking to you apologetically while a man stands nearby, clearly involved in the situation. In your hand, your phone is pressed to your ear as you attempt to call your brother, Namjoon.
“What happened?” Your head snapped on your side when Yoongi approached, placing an arm around your shoulders. His voice is calm, but his eyes are fixed on the receptionist, demanding for an explanation.
The staff quickly explains the situation.
When Seokjin booked the hotel rooms, the reservation system had been experiencing a major glitch. Because of it, your room had been double-booked. The man standing across from you had actually reserved the room weeks before Seokjin made the booking.
The staff members are deeply apologetic. They promised a full refund on your room and offered a fifty percent discount on all the rooms under Seokjin’s name as compensation.
Ordinarily, transferring you to another room would have solved the problem immediately, but luck isn’t on your side tonight.
Unfortunately, the entire hotel is fully booked—there isn’t a single spare room available.
The receptionist then offers an alternative, a complimentary stay at their sister hotel located about ten minutes away. Desperate and exhausted, you quickly accepted the offer.
Yoongi, however, reacts very differently.
“No,” he responded flatly while looking at the receptionist.
The single word is firm, almost cutting, as if the suggestion itself is ridiculous. Before the staff can say anything further, he simply adds, “We’ll figure it out,” and gently but decisively guides you away from the desk.
When you ask why he refused the offer, Yoongi only shrugs lightly.
“It’s not safe,” he explained. “Your brother will lose it in the morning if he finds out you moved to a different hotel.”
When the elevator returns to your floor, the two of you spend nearly an hour knocking on doors and ringing the phones of every one of the guys.
Too bad, everyone was far too drunk to hear anything. Not a single door opens.
With a quiet long sigh, Yoongi finally turns to you and offers the only solution left.
“You can stay in my room,” he mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek. “Jungkook’s in Jimin and Taehyung’s room anyway. He’s probably passed out with them by now.”
For you, it isn’t really a big deal.
You’ve shared space with Yoongi countless times before—just the two of you alone. Whenever your brother leaves the two of you in the living room while he steps out, or when you end up cleaning the aftermath of one of your or Namjoon’s birthday parties together, it has always felt normal.
Comfortable, familiar, but this time feels different.
Maybe it’s because Yoongi quietly insists on carrying your heavy suitcase. Or maybe it’s because, without saying much, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders when he notices that you’re still wearing your yacht outfit—one that leaves more skin exposed than the chilly hallway allows.
Whatever the reason is, something about this moment feels unfamiliar in a way the two of you have never experienced before.
The distance between your eyebrows slowly disappears when Yoongi tells you to sleep on the floor using the extra mattress and thick comforter he had just requested through room service.
For a moment, you had almost convinced yourself that tonight might turn into something special. After all, you are spending the night with your long-time secret crush.
That hopeful thought fades quickly when he casually reminds you that he is not much of an affectionate person and you’re not an exception for it.
An internal battle immediately begins in your mind—whether to protest or simply accept his rather cold offer. But the answer becomes clear just as quickly.
Yoongi is not Jungkook. You cannot act bratty toward him the way you do with your best friend. Yoongi, you’re certain, would not hesitate to throw you out of the room in the middle of the night if you pushed too far.
So you swallow your complaints.
After fixing your sleeping arrangement on the floor—though not without a bit of sulking—you pull a few things from your suitcase and head toward the bathroom.
You take a quick shower and go through your skincare routine, but halfway through it your stomach begins to growl with hunger. You are far too sleepy and tired to eat a full meal, but luckily you notice a bar of chocolate wrapped in a fancy red wrapper tucked among Jungkook and Yoongi’s skincare products on the counter.
Thinking that it’s just another snack Jungkook likes to stash somewhere in his things, you open the chocolate and begin munching while continuing your routine.
Halfway through the bar, your sugar craving already feels satisfied. You neatly place the remaining bar at the far corner of the sink counter.
After brushing your teeth, you slip into your pair of black satin pajamas—soft and comfortably loose.
When you step out of the bathroom, the suite lights are already dimmed.
Yoongi is sitting on the far side of the room, his back partially turned toward you as he works on his laptop. A pair of headphones rests over his ears, and the glow of the screen illuminates the sharp lines of his face.
Yoongi has always had a deep passion for music. Both he and your cousin Hoseok often stay over at your house late into the night, working alongside your brother. Namjoon frequently helps consult their lyrics, given that he is a writer and currently works as the editor-in-chief of a large publishing company.
You have always found yourself mesmerized every time Yoongi was in his element.
Tonight’s not an exception, even after he dismissed you to sleep on the floor while he enjoys the luxury of the huge, comfortable bed.
You scoffed silently at your own thoughts before settling into the soft comforter on your tiny makeshift bed, scrolling through your phone.
A few minutes passed, and you noticed something strange. Your heart rate begins to climb slowly for no clear reason. You lower your phone and stare up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what is causing the sudden flutter in your chest.
Instead, you just become aware of the faint beads of sweat forming along your forehead and the delicate line of your neck, trailing toward your collarbone. You feel hot even though the suite’s air conditioner is blasting.
You try to ignore the weird discomfort and decide to focus on falling asleep.
But no matter how hard you try to relax, you keep getting distracted by how warm your body feels. Without even realizing it, you even push the comforter away from your body in an attempt to cool down.
The strange feeling doesn’t fade. If anything, it only grows stronger.
You begin tossing and turning restlessly, unaware of how much the movement is starting to distract Yoongi from arranging the synth on the track he’s working on.
Fed up by distress in your body, you sit up abruptly and head straight for the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, you study your reflection. Your skin looks unusually flushed. You cup your face in both hands, surprised by how warm it feels. Your cheeks are deeply tinted red, your eyes glossy, and in a strange way your entire complexion seems to glow.
You close your eyes and try to concentrate on what exactly is happening to your body.
The warmth continues to build low in your abdomen, spreading through you in a way that makes your breath catch. You bite your lower lip as you feel a sudden, undeniable awareness of your own body.
A quiet gasp escapes you when the realization hits—you are aroused.
You squeeze your thighs together once you're certain of the wetness settling on the thin fabric of your underwear. Of all the times you get to be horny, it has to be tonight—when the only other person in the suite is Yoongi.
You pondered for a moment if you’re entering your ovulation phase but being the person you are, you don't usually track those kinds of things.
Brushing off the weird timing of your arousal, you return to the small mattress on the floor beside the queen-sized bed and attempt once again to sleep.
But you really couldn’t.
Your heartbeat continues to race, your body growing extremely warmer by the second, you’re almost panting. The sensation becomes increasingly overwhelming until your breathing grows heavier, slower, deeper.
Your legs pressed tightly together, afraid you might start grinding against nothing without meaning to. Your thoughts spiral with deep urge, and it feels as though you might completely lose control of yourself at any moment.
After several more tossing and turning, you stood up again and made your way to the bathroom for the second time.
You convince yourself that perhaps you simply need to pee—that maybe doing so will help you feel better. You focus entirely on that thought, hoping it will calm the storm raging inside you.
Meanwhile, Yoongi hears everything.
Every restless shift, uneven breaths, every small shuffle across the floor during the last twenty minutes.
At first he tries to ignore it, but eventually curiosity begins to creep in.
The suite is quiet enough that he can hear the faint sound of your muffled sniffing partnered with heavy huffing sounds of your exhales from the bathroom. A knot of worry tightens in his chest.
For a moment, he wonders if you absolutely hated sleeping on the floor—you started crying.
The second you step out of the bathroom, Yoongi closes his laptop and turns toward you.
“Y/N, you okay?” he asked, his eyes carefully studying you.
You stop just outside the bathroom door, caught completely off guard by him suddenly paying attention to you. Not knowing how to answer, you simply stand there, staring back at him in silence contemplating whether to share your non-problem with him.
Even in the dim lighting, Yoongi immediately notices that something is off.
He can see how flushed your cheeks are, the gloss in your eyes, the sweat on your forehead that’s dampening your baby hairs.
With genuine concern, he rises from his seat and walks toward you.
Without hesitation, he lifts the back of his hand to your forehead to check your temperature. Then after, both of his large hands move to cup the sides of your neck, feeling for any sign of a fever.
The contact makes you bite down on your lower lip as you are forced to meet his eyes.
Yoongi is much taller than you, which means you have to tilt your head upward to look at him. The position gives him the perfect opportunity to study your face more closely.
Now he notices everything more.
Your doe eyes, redness creeping on your eyeline, lashes fluttering softly in a way that feels almost unintentionally sexy. The deep crimson blush stained across your cheeks. And your lips—looking so soft, slightly parted, and impossibly full.
For the first time that night, Yoongi finds himself momentarily fazed.
You have no idea where the sudden boldness comes from, but when Yoongi asks if you’re okay, you find yourself reaching for one of the hands resting against your neck. Fingers slowly intertwine with his, holding on as if he is the only steady thing in the room.
“Yoongi… can you help me… please?” you whispered. Your voice is soft—so quiet that he almost doesn’t catch it the first time.
For a few seconds, Yoongi just simply stares at you.
It takes him a moment to process what you’ve said, his attention momentarily distracted by how sultry your voice sounds, making him wonder if you always talk like this.
Then something seemed to click in his brain. The familiarity of the signs you’re showing.
Yoongi abruptly pulls away and strides into the bathroom in a rush, catching you in surprise.
His eyes scan the large vanity countertop until they land on the half-eaten chocolate bar you had been snacking on earlier.
He stopped for a moment as if frozen. You watch his eyes widen slightly and his mouth slowly forms a small O as the realization sinks in.
“You ate this?” he was frowning when he asked.
Clueless and confused, you nod silently.
“But why?” he pressed again, his tone sharper now—almost accusatory, laced with disbelief, like you did something very stupid.
Your brows knit together by how small you feel right now.
“God forbid, I was hungry. Are you really upset that I ate your chocolate?” you spat, running a hand through your hair.
“Except it’s not just chocolate,” he responded, almost cutting you off. “This isn’t ordinary chocolate. It’s an aphrodisiac. Hoseok bought it as a prank gift for Jin-hyung’s party.”
Now it’s your turn to be dumbfounded.
The heat in your body seems to intensify all at once, spreading through you so strongly that it feels like you’re gonna pass out at any moment.
You quickly snatch the sweet treat from Yoongi’s hand, scanning the packaging.
The moment you confirm what it is, your stomach drops.
Your knees gave out, and you dramatically sank down onto the floor, suddenly wanting to cry from how overwhelming and embarrassing everything feels.
You don’t miss the part on the label explaining that the sweets can cause an intense increase in libido depending on how much is consumed.
And considering that the bar is nearly gone, it explains exactly why you feel like humping everything around like a dog in-heat.
Yoongi’s expression becomes soft, crouching down to help you back to your feet. He guides you gently toward the bed and sits you down, his actions more sympathetic than anything else.
From how warm your skin feels under his touch, he can only imagine how strange this must feel for you.
“What should I do, Yoongi? Should I go to the hospital?” you dreaded, your eyes pleading as you looked straight at him.
“You just have to let it pass,” he crooned.
He remains standing beside the bed, watching you as you roll your eyes at him.
“Ugh! I wish Jungkook were the one here with me right now.”
Yoongi’s brows immediately furrow at that.
For a brief moment, he wonders if you’re actually suggesting doing something far more intimate with his younger brother given your current state.
“I feel so hot… and weird… and—ugh! This is starting to frustrate me!” you groaned, fanning your face with both hands.
Realizing he’s likely going to be stuck dealing with this situation for the rest of the night, Yoongi suggested grabbing some ice cream from the convenience store downstairs with a heavy sigh.
Desperate for anything that might cool you down, you eagerly agreed.
A few minutes later, you’re standing in front of the freezer, examining the different flavors of mochi ice cream available.
Just as you’re deciding which one to get, the man who had originally booked your hotel room, the man who was just with you at the front desk earlier, approaches once he sees you, a couple of beers in his hand.
He apologizes once more for the mix-up, though you quickly reassure him that it wasn’t his fault.
He then followed to ask if you managed to find somewhere to stay for the night. You happily tell him that you did.
Not too far away, Yoongi stands at a distance, watching the interaction.
From where he’s standing, it’s painfully obvious that the guy is trying to flirt with you.
And when Yoongi overhears him inviting you to come hang out in his suite—to watch a movie with a few of his friends—his patience finally runs thin.
Without a word, he walks over, takes the mochi ice cream from your hand, and gently but firmly pulls you along toward the cashier.
By the time you step outside the store together, the stranger is already forgotten.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Yoongi exclaimed, eyebrows knitting together.
You glance at him, irritated and confused.
“What did I do this time?”
“Really?” he says incredulously. “You were actually considering going with a stranger for a ‘movie night’ just because you’re feeling horny right now?”
You choked slightly at how casually he said those words.
Immediately, you smack his arm lightly while glancing around nervously to make sure no one overheard him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you whispered sharply. “What if someone heard you and thinks I’m actually horny?!”
“Are you not?” he taunted with a smug little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
You shoved him lightly again, even more annoyed this time.
Without another word, you marched ahead toward the suite, leaving him behind.
But as you walk away, you hear him chuckle softly.
When the two of you returned to the hotel suite, Yoongi immediately settled back in front of his laptop and resumed working, quietly eating his ice cream. He leaves you to yourself—and to your problem that’s still simmering deep inside your body.
You end up lying across his bed, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Yoongi notices, but says nothing. He is fairly certain that the last thing you’ll be doing right now is sleep.
You are hoping that the weird sensation coursing through you would fade soon.
Instead, it grows worse.
Much worse.
Your body turns unbearably sensitive, every nerve suddenly heightened. There is an irritating restlessness beneath your skin—a persistent itch you cannot seem to satisfy no matter how hard you try to ignore it.
A dull ache begins forming low in your abdomen once more, as though you are holding something back that desperately wants to be released.
Without even realizing it, you begin practicing controlled breathing—slow, deliberate inhales followed by steady exhales—trying to clear your mind and calm the relentless pounding of your heart.
The thought of touching yourself creeps quietly into your mind.
You glance toward Yoongi, considering to straddle on his lap and begin to hump him until you’re satisfied.
You cursed yourself with your dirty thoughts.
He probably wouldn’t mind if you slipped into the bathroom for a moment… right?
Letting out a deep sigh, you grab your phone and attempt to call Jungkook again, hoping desperately that he might finally answer and somehow rescue you from this miserable situation.
But the line rings unanswered.
Across the room, Yoongi is having his own struggle.
For the past fifteen minutes, his eyes have been fixed on his laptop screen, but his mind has been anywhere but on his work. Your constant shifting on the bed, the soft rustling of sheets, and the occasional frustrated grunt escaping your lips make it nearly impossible for him to concentrate.
Eventually, he exhales heavily and shuts the laptop completely this time.
He stood up, stretching his arms briefly before walking over to the bed.
From where he stands beside it, he looks down at you—clearly taking in the rather pitiful state you’re in.
“Go back to your bed,” he said flatly. “I’m going to sleep now.”
He spares you a quick glance before looking away, his attention drifting somewhere else around the room.
You didn’t move. You didn’t even answer.
Instead, you remained sprawled across the center of the queen-sized bed, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Your lashes flutter slowly, your lips slightly parted as you continue trying to regulate your breathing. Your chest rises and falls unevenly, your skin still flushed with warmth.
So fucking arousing.
“Aish… hurry up!” he groans under his breath, attempting to sound annoyed—though it doesn’t quite land the way he intends.
Just by looking at you, he already knows you’re not planning to budge.
He was slightly surprised when you suddenly raises your hand toward him, the gesture resembling a silent request to help you stand up.
With a faint frown, he reaches out and takes your hand, offering a help.
But you have something entirely different in mind.
Using the last bit of strength you have left, you suddenly tug him forward instead. He stumbles toward you in surprise, and in one swift motion your free hand grips the collar of his shirt.
Caught completely off guard, Yoongi loses his balance as he falls forward over you.
His reflexes are quick enough for him to brace his arms on either side of your head before his full weight can land on you. Still, the lower half of his body collides lightly with yours, pressing down just enough to draw a soft whimper from your lips at the unexpected contact.
“The fuck you’re doing, Y/N?” he asked, his voice low, breathing ragged, and slightly surprised.
His heart began to pound, brain couldn’t function properly as much.
You hold his gaze without any trace of backing down.
Slowly, your arms slide around his neck, preventing him from easily pulling away if he tries.
“Can you help me just this once, Yoongi?” you muttered, your eyes pleading with unmistakable desperation.
Yoongi wanted to say something back but he couldn’t, completely distracted by how you say his name just now, so sultry, it almost sounded like a moan.
Before he can protest, you lift your head from the pillow and press your lips against his.
The kiss is gentle. Your soft lips move against his with careful curiosity, exploring slowly. You nibble lightly at his lower lip, tugging at it before your tongue brushes against his mouth in a timid invitation.
It is tender. Careful. Almost hesitant.
Realizing that Yoongi wasn’t responding at all, a wave of shame crashes over you.
Your mind immediately spirals, overthinking the worst conclusions.
You should stop. You should pull away before you embarrass yourself any further.
Reluctantly, you begin to withdraw, your lips leaving his. Your eyes sting slightly as the weight of the moment settles in your chest. Your arms loosen from around his neck.
When you open your eyes again, you find Yoongi staring directly at you.
His gaze is fixed—intense, almost analytical—as if he’s studying you and waiting to see what you’ll do next.
Shock is written plainly across his face.
He hasn’t moved. He hasn’t said a word.
The silence is eating you alive.
“I—”
You tried to speak but was cut off when his hand suddenly slid to the back of your neck.
In one swift motion, he pulls you closer, crashing his lips against yours.
This time, the kiss is bold, craving, hungry, no trace of hesitation.
Your lips move against each other with growing urgency, your breaths mingling between them. His kiss is confident, consuming, and when his lips press firmly against yours, tiny whimpers of pleasure escape your mouth without permission.
His tongue prod your lips, demanding for an entrance instead of asking. He is using his mouth skillfully to devour you, waking up a much more intense desire.
His mouth slowly maneuvers over your jaw, placing wet kisses on your soft skin as you angle your head to give him more access. He traces your skin with his tongue while nibbling on your ears, swiping over the sensitive spots of your lobes.
“Yes, just like that.” You moaned, your hands wrapping in his locks, tugging at it softly while you’re getting drunk by the tingling feeling poking on your spine.
“You sure ‘bout this?” he whispered against your skin, asking for your permission.
The feeling of his mouth exploring your body, combined with the subtle weight of him hovering over you, tickles something deep in your brain. All you can do is moan in response and nod repeatedly, desperate for him to continue.
Your hands slide under his shirt, slowly drawing circles on his softly toned stomach as you savor the sensation of his mouth working against your neck—sucking on your supple skin until it leaves dark purple marks.
Every time his tongue circles a spot he’s marked, easing the sharp sting from sucking too hard, it feels like you’re getting drunk.
You involuntarily started grinding underneath his body, making sure to rub your core against his growing bulge— earning deep quiet groans from him.
As his mouth is busy leaving marks and love bites on your neck, his hands work on your pajamas, hastily unbuttoning them one by one until your plump, full breasts are freed. He left your neck for a while to adore your delicate body.
“So fucking sexy,” before thinking, the words already slipped out of his mouth.
He claimed your lips once again, passionate like the first time. When his fingers grazed the edge of your pants, your breath hitched, mouth slightly parted. He took it as an opportunity to swirl his tongue all over yours.
You lifted your hips slightly as he deliberately pulled down your pajamas with your panties all at once, making it easier to be discarded.
His hands were rough against your soft skin, the coldness of the steel from his rings touches your delicate thighs giving a thrill of excitement.
Once you’re fully naked underneath him, Yoongi propped himself up, hurriedly taking off his shirt and pants while looking at you. Eyes wandering on your beautiful body.
You do exactly the same, heavy lidded eyes are focused on him while he undresses. Once he successfully discarded his boxers, you see his massive hard cock slightly swaying as it hangs out.
Absent-mindedly, you licked your lips at his size, drawing a smirk on Yoongi’s lips.
You folded your knees upward, thighs slightly apart, giving him a good angle of your leaking hole.
Yoongi stares intently at you, cursing himself repeatedly in his head as he realizes his best friend’s sister is completely naked in front of him.
When you notice Yoongi staring at you for too long, a worry crosses your chest—thinking he changed his mind, that he might not be up for it after all.
You rose, kneeling on the bed, as you sat on them.
He just stands there, contemplating, his knees brushing the edge of the bed while his hand slowly strokes his cock, eyes locked on you.
“There’s still chocolate left, if you need it,” you murmured softly, your voice teasing slightly to mask the sudden awkwardness.
“H-huh?” he asked, as if he didn’t hear you the first time.
“I said, there’s still chocolate left,” you repeated. “You know, in case you needed help,” you continued.
Yoongi scoffed at your words. “I don’t need help, Y/N. I’m already painfully hard, as you can see,” he teased.
Your gaze drops to his cock as he continues stroking it slowly.
“Then why aren’t you touching me? Second guessing?” you pressed again, bold and direct, though the softness in your voice betrays a hint of worry that he might be having second thoughts.
“No, baby,” he cooed, his free hand moving to the side of your cheek, gently tracing your skin.
Your stomach flutters at the nickname.
Gathering enough courage, you slowly reach for his throbbing cock.
“Can I?” you asked for permission. He nods.
You bring your palm to your mouth, spit on it, then gently wrap your hand around him, spreading your saliva so your grip glides smoothly. Using your thumb, you carefully collect the precum leaking at his tip and spread it over his plush mushroom head.
You notice his hand, which had been caressing your cheek, drop to his side. His head falls back, eyes closing, mouth slightly parted, breath growing heavy—clear signs he enjoys what you’re doing.
You continue stroking him, feeling the friction of his shaft against your soft palms, tracing every angry vein, sending shivers up your spine.
Bringing your mouth close to his throbbing head, you spit on it again, then press your tongue flat to his tip, tasting the salty precum as you gently suck on it. When you release his head, it makes a nice popping sound, followed by a deep grunt from Yoongi.
You glance at him, checking if it hurts, but all you see is pure pleasure on his face.
You flatten your tongue and lick a slow stripe from base to head, then you flick your tongue over his tip once more, swirling it on his slit before going back to his base, placing soft kisses all over his balls then for the second time, licking a slow stripe from the base to his tip. Tongue wet and warm, your nose grazing the skin of his length.
“Fucking hell…” Yoongi let out a throaty curse, drunk and breathless.
Yoongi cups your jaw with one hand, taking his cock in the other, giving it a few shallow strokes before gliding the tip along your lips, teasing you.
“Fuck, Y/N, your brother’s gonna kill me,” he murmured, eyes fixed on his tip swirling along your plumped lips.
A soft grin tugs at your lips as you look up at him, making sure to flutter your lashes a little sexier.
“But hell, you’re so attractive right now, it feels like a sin not to touch you,” he continued, his voice deep and low, the kind that makes girls go crazy over with.
His hand leaves your jaw and grips your hair in a makeshift ponytail.
“I’ll just deal with your him later,” he whispered, lightly slapping his cock against your face.
“Mhmm, open up for me, baby.”
It’s not a request—it’s an order you willingly follow.
Yoongi shoves his massive, aching cock inside your mouth, broken curses slipping from his lips. His hand in your hair provides support as he continues to push himself.
Another delicious moan escapes his lips once his tip touches the back of your throat. Thanks to your nonexistent gag reflex, Yoongi feels like he’s floating in euphoria.
Your eyes start to water from how full your mouth is, your jaw aching from the stretch, yet there’s still part of him that can’t fit entirely.
Just his size alone is enough to make you wet. Yoongi is thick rather than long, but you still estimated he’s almost six inches with a fat girth.
A sudden memory flashes—the first time you touched yourself back in high school, imagining it was him, losing count of how many times you moaned his name.
Back in reality, you place your hand on his hips and take over. Slowly, bobbing your head, taking his cock in and out of your mouth, your free hand is pumping the remaining of his length.
Drool dipping down your chin as you take him further down, hollowing your cheeks, pace increasing but consistent.
Yoongi couldn’t help but to watch you take his cock, plump lips stretched obscenely wide around his girth, eyes glossy, and looking so fucking pretty while giving him the best blowjob of his life.
You notice his grip on your hair tightening—you know he’s close. But to your surprise, Yoongi stops you. He says he doesn’t want to finish yet with just your mouth.
“Now lay down for me, baby.” he instructed, finally letting go of everything that’s restraining him.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful.”
The compliment was a slip, Yoongi is so mesmerized with you tonight, he seemed to forget how to act properly with a girl in bed.
You tried to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks, but it’s already too late.
“You know I’ll still let you fuck me tonight even without these flattering words, right?” you counter playfully.
Yoongi, who is hovering over you, looks directly into your eyes, his expression suddenly firm.
“I’m not the type to compliment girls just to get in their pants. We can just sleep now, and I’ll still think you’re beautiful when we wake up in the morning.”
Something about his words makes your stomach twist. A false hope begins to glimmer in your heart.
In the silence, your mind starts wondering if there might be a chance that Yoongi could like you romantically.
Your thoughts are instantly cut off when Yoongi starts sucking on your nipple while his free hand roughly massages the other, as if he has been craving it.
You let out a soft whimper, remembering how sensitive you are, and your body begins grinding against the pleasurable feeling.
Yoongi nips at the bud of your nipple, nibbles on the soft skin around it, and sucks on it hard enough to leave a mark—as if claiming what’s his.
While he is busy playing with your breasts, your hand swiftly moves in between your bodies until you find his cock. Slowly, you give it a few pumps before gliding it along the lips of your cunt, collecting your own arousal.
Yoongi jolts at the sudden contact, biting your skin a little too hard and making you hiss in pain.
The next thing you hear is his muffled curses as he buries his face into your heavy breasts.
You know now that gliding his tip along your leaking cunt makes his head spin, so you keep doing it until it starts feeling too much for you as well.
Both of you are panting from uncontrollable lust and arousal. Yoongi props himself up and kneels between your legs.
“Shit! I don’t have any spare condoms,” he realizes, frustration evident on his face.
Yoongi came to this bachelor’s party with no intention of getting laid, which is why he didn’t bother bringing condoms with him. And without having someone in his life for nearly two years, he never felt the need to keep one in his wallet.
“I—I got tested recently when I broke up with my ex, and I haven’t stopped taking my birth control,” you stated, slightly embarrassed by the sudden TMI.
“My last screening was almost two years ago,” he confessed, and you can see the hesitation and aching disappointment creeping into his expression.
“When was the last time you had sex?” you asked boldly in return, not really caring to know if he’s clean, you know he is, but deep down you just wanted to know if he has someone in his life recently, despite knowing he is single.
“Two years ago.”
His answer desperately lingers in your mind. You have no idea that Yoongi hasn’t been sexually active.
You tried not to overreact, but this is news to you.
Yoongi is a very attractive man—no one can deny that, especially since he decided to grow his hair long. Anyone who looks at him can tell he’s a decent man: well-spoken, a gentleman, and financially stable for his age.
He’s a highly sought-after producer in the industry, collaborating left and right with well-known artists. He has his own apartment and his own car.
A very eligible bachelor that could easily be getting different girls every night if he wanted.
“Fuck! I’ll drop by the convenience store real quick.” Yoongi is about to get off the bed, panic creeping into his voice as he noticed you haven’t responded.
You grab his hand, stopping him.
“Hey, I’m okay with it. You’re not going anywhere,” your voice speaks desperation.
“You sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured,” he replied, his voice soothing your nerves.
“Yoongi, please…”
“Please what, baby?”
A playful smirk is back on his face upon hearing your desperate pleas.
“I can’t wait anymore… mhmm want you inside me.”
There is a shift in the air. The sexual tension between you grows thicker with every passing second.
Yoongi positions himself back between your legs. He lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder while the other rested against his hip.
He takes his still-hard cock, giving it a few lazy pumps until precum leaks from the tip, then aligns himself to your entrance. He spits onto you, the saliva landing directly on your clit, then uses the tip of his cock to spread it along your cunt as added lubrication.
“Relax for me, baby.”
He massages your clit a few times with his long digits before suddenly dipping three fingers into your leaking hole, pumping it aggressively a few times making sure you are prepped. A sultry whimper escapes you, followed quickly by soft grunts of frustration when he pulls them out just as suddenly, leaving you craving more.
He slowly pushes his cock into your hole, giving you time to adjust.
His cock is so fat forcing your tight walls to stretch around him, snug, slippery, and tight. The mix of pain and pleasure makes you gasp for air, while he’s biting his lip to keep himself from slamming deeper too fast.
Broken curses and series of moans of repeated, ‘yes, yes, yes’ fill the quiet of the room, your whimpers are high and breathy, while his are low, deep, almost turning into desperate grunts.
“Just a little more,” he grunts against your ear.
Your nails are digging to the back of his shoulders as you can feel the drag of every vein of his cock along your velvety walls until his length is fully sheathed inside you.
Yoongi stopped momentarily so you can fully adjust to the stretch. Your breaths are heavy as you feel the thick pressure settling deep in your belly as if your body was being filled too full.
You can’t help but to clench around him repeatedly when you become aware of a swollen spot on your belly where his cock bulges from inside of you.
He gently presses on the spot, sending extreme pleasure to your core.
“Okay to fuck you now, baby?” he asked, cocky and proud.
After a few eager nods from you, Yoongi starts moving—deliberate and slow. He pulls halfway out before thrusting fully back inside with force.
He notices the pain registering on your face as he rams into you, so he brings his thumb back to your clit, pressing against it, making sure to hit the bundle of nerves while drawing slow circles to distract you from the discomfort.
When he sees your expression shift from pain to pleasure, he takes it as a sign to quicken his pace.
Your cunt releases more wetness while Yoongi continues to play with your clit, making it easier for his cock to glide in and out of your tight hole. A feeling that makes him curse himself for how good it was.
His slow, deep thrusts soon turn into shorter, faster ones.
Yoongi fucks you with intention—strong and brutal. His eyes remain fixed on you, watching you lose yourself as he drives into your cunt again and again.
His hands move to grope your breasts, which bounces deliciously in sync with his thrusts.
All you can do is moan beneath him, screaming his name over and over as both pain and pleasure take over your body.
Maybe it’s the aphrodisiac. Maybe it’s the feelings you’ve hidden for him for so long. Either way, this is the best sex of your life.
Yoongi shifts his position, bringing both your legs onto his hips as you automatically wrap them around him. He bends forward to kiss your lips while continuing to fuck you.
His movements remain relentless and steady, shoving himself fully inside you each time, giving you some of his weight whenever his pelvis meets the lips of your cunt.
“Oh my god! Oh god, oh god—right there! Yes! Yes!”
You cry out in pleasure when Yoongi begins hitting your g-spot. Your nails further claw down his back, making him hiss at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Losing your mind is an understatement.
“Yoongi, I’m gonna come—oh fuck! Don’t stop,” you choked out as warmth pools in your lower abdomen.
“Yes, come for me, baby. You deserve it.”
A few more direct thrusts against your g-spot sends you over the edge.
Yoongi feels your walls tighten and pulse around his cock, followed by a rush of warm liquid spilling from your cunt as he continues thrusting deeply and slowly—still rubbing your overly sensitive clit while you ride out your orgasm.
As your peak begins to fade, Yoongi quickens his pace once again, chasing his own climax.
His hips snap fast and short with brutal force while his lips nip and bite at your neck.
You noticed how loud he’s getting, moaning your name repeatedly and muttering broken curses in between as his thrusts become sloppy and uneven—a clear sign he’s close.
“Can I come inside, baby?” he asked, almost pleading, his face buried in the crook of your neck, voice low and breathless.
“Yes…” you answered back without hesitation, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your body.
“Y/N… baby…” he cooed between heavy breaths.
“Yes, Yoongi, yes… all you want.”
Yoongi cried out a long, guttural moan—the kind that made you squeeze your eyes shut because of how intensely arousing it sounds.
Still bucking his hips, you feel hot ropes of liquid shooting deep inside you. You also feel his teeth grazing the skin of your neck, careful enough not to hurt you but still sending delicious sensation through your body.
You absentmindedly bite your lower lip when you realize he’s coming more than the normal amount. His release begins spilling out of your cunt as he lazily keeps thrusting his spent cock, yet he still isn’t done.
It makes you wonder when was the last time he even touched himself.
A few moments later, Yoongi’s body fully collapses on top of you.
Your hand moves to the back of his head, slowly stroking his long hair as he keeps his face buried against your neck.
“Hell, did it really take me this long to risk everything for you?”
Yoongi’s words are clear—you’re sure you heard them right—but you still struggle to understand what he means.
You want to ask him. You want to know if there’s even the slightest chance that he likes you too.
But no words came out.
With his head resting near your chest, you wonder if he can hear how loudly your heart is beating right now.
The ray of sunlight hitting directly across your face slowly pulls you out from slumber. Your eyes flutter open, still heavy with exhaustion, and you attempt to shift your body away from the blinding light.
But a weight draped over your back makes it difficult to move.
Still half lost in the haze of the previous night, your mind slowly begins piecing things together. A heavy arm is wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close. At the same time, you become aware of a warm presence nestled against the back of your neck—steady breaths brushing softly against your skin.
Yoongi is spooning you from behind.
A small smile spreads across your lips. You have imagined something like this for years.
There has always been something about Yoongi that draws you to him—something quiet and magnetic that captured your attention long ago, back when you were still in high school, despite the age gap between you.
Through all your attempts to catch his attention over time, it is almost amusing that your brother, Namjoon, never once noticed that among all the people in his circle, you treated Yoongi differently.
Even while quietly admiring him from afar, you never stopped yourself from dating other people. Still, none of those relationships ever lasted very long.
Because, somewhere deep down, you have always been hoping for a chance with him.
And now, it is actually happening.
You feel Yoongi stir slightly behind you, his arm shifting just enough to loosen its hold. Taking the opportunity, you gently turn your body to face him.
“Good morning,” you greeted softly, smiling as you brush a few strands of his long bangs away from his face.
Instead of answering right away, Yoongi leans forward and presses a soft kiss against your forehead. Then another against the tip of your nose.
And finally, a brief peck on your lips.
Heat instantly rises to your cheeks.
“Feeling better now?” he asked with his bedroom voice, eyes still adjusting to the morning light filtering into the suite.
“Mhm,” you nod. Then, after a small pause, you add, “But I’m sore.”
A quiet chuckle escapes him.
“Can we stay like this for a while?” he murmured, pulling you a little closer against his chest.
Then quietly, “I’m not sure if I’ll still be able to hold you like this once I tell Namjoon what happened.”
You blink in surprise at his sudden openness.
Tilting your head slightly, you search his face.
“We don’t have to tell them what happened,” you suggested gently, hoping to ease whatever worry he might be feeling.
This time Yoongi looks directly at you. A small crease forms between his brows as he frowns slightly.
“I don’t date in secret, Y/N.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, thinking you were suddenly hallucinating.
“DATE??”
Your sudden outburst startled him, and for a brief moment the confidence in his expression falters. He mentally curses himself for jumping ahead without properly asking you first.
“I thought you liked me—”
“You knew?!” you interrupted.
Yoongi nods sheepishly.
“Jungkook told me—”
“That fucker— I swear to God—”
“Baby…” Yoongi murmured softly, cutting off your mini rant with a calming tone as he pulled you again closer to his chest. You gladly snuggled against him.
“I’m sorry if I startled you. We can take it slow,” he mumbled, his gaze steady and sincere as he watched your reaction. “You know… get to know each other better before we start dating. Assuming your brother doesn’t kill me first when I tell him.”
You hold his gaze for a moment.
Then you shook your head.
“Fuck taking it slow—and fuck Namjoon. It’s my decision if I want to date you now,” you said firmly before leaning forward to place a few soft pecks on his lips.
A smile spreads across Yoongi’s face.
He shifts slightly, about to lean over you and deepen the kiss—
When suddenly the suite door swings open. Both of your heads snap toward the doorway.
Standing there is Jungkook, who very clearly has just woken up.
For a split second he freezes, eyes widening as he realizes he has just walked in on his older brother sharing a bed with someone.
“Shit!” Jungkook panicked, quickly stepping back out and pulling the door closed again.
Just seconds later, the door swings open once more—this time with added force.
“Y/N? What the hell?!” Jungkook blurted out in disbelief as he strides into the room and shuts the door behind him.
He stares at the two of you, clearly stunned by the sight.
Yoongi is already preparing to kick him out, but you instinctively pull the comforter higher around yourself, curling closer to Yoongi in embarrassment.
Your eyes follow Jungkook as he casually walks toward the bathroom.
The moment he disappears inside, you lean closer to Yoongi and whisper hurriedly into his ear.
“Yoongi… I’m still naked.”
Your face burns at the realization that Jungkook—your best friend—just saw you in bed with his brother, fully naked under the thick comforter, but he doesn’t know that, right?
“The hell do you want, Jungkook? Can you get out?” Yoongi called toward the bathroom, his tone calm despite the situation.
“Took you long enough, hyung,” Jungkook teases as he steps back out.
“Fuck you. Get out,” Yoongi barked, rolling his eyes, though you can see a restrained smile tugging at his lips.
“Okay, okay—I just needed this.” Jungkook raises a hand, showing the toothbrush and toothpaste he grabbed from the sink as he walks toward the door.
But before stepping out, he pauses dramatically.
A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head back slightly, tongue poking on the inside of his cheeks cockily, hands resting on his hips.
“You’re so dead when Namjoon-hyung finds out,” he teased his brother with a laugh.
And then he disappears, closing the door behind him.
Silence settles in the room again. That’s when a realization quietly dawns on you.
The real reason Jungkook never once tried to make a move on you all these years is because he knows.
Summary: When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.
Genre: ONESHOT. Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers.
Warnings: Producer Yoongi, virgin and inexperienced reader, teaching-sex au. From Yoongi’s POV. Yoongi is relatable and slightly overthinks and is a little socially awkward, but he’s whipped for her and cute as fuck. There’s lots of smut in this. Long hair Yoongi. Side pairing Jikook. Some text messages edited, but not a smau.
A/N: Happy birthday to our favorite cat boy! The love of our lives, the man who gets proposals on the daily!
WC: 29k.
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SEPTEMBER 18TH | 19:35
Ever since Yoongi met you at a coffee shop four years ago, when you simply asked him to look after your computer while you used the bathroom, coming back with an orange muffin for him as a ‘thank you’, visiting him in the studio wasn’t a rare feature in itself for you. But Yoongi knew those eyes.
Even in emoji form, the pleading, puppy-kitty eyes told him you wanted something from him. And, chances were, you’d get it. No matter what it was. From picking you up in the middle of the night because you were craving convenience store corn dogs, to going to the bulk supermarket with you once a month because the prices were better and he could reach things you simply could not.
It didn’t help that he had a spring in his step as he got up from his rolling chair and walked to the door of his production studio, quickly typing out the code that unlocked it. And there you were, standing in the slightly dark hallway, heavy backpack thrown precariously over a shoulder –even if he always told you to put on both straps, lest your back get crooked–, a pout on your lips and the perfect copy of the aforementioned pleading eye emoji.
You were already stepping out of your shoes, knowing Yoongi didn’t like them inside his space, and throwing your arms around his middle as you hid your face on his chest. Now that wasn’t a common occurrence at all. Yoongi didn’t like people in his personal space, a fact you very much knew and respected. Then again, you weren’t just people.
“What happened?” he asked, arms wrapping around your smaller frame almost instantly, resisting the urge to sniff the top of your head.
“Kibhamun.” was your muffled reply, making him chuckle.
“What was that?”
“Kim Namjoon.” you corrected, pulling away from him to step into the studio properly, placing your bag on the floor as you dropped to his couch.
Ah, yes, Kim Namjoon.
Yoongi’s best friend, the chairman of a family run publishing company.
Call it nepotism, but Yoongi had introduced the two of you and put in a good word for you, so that his dongsaeng would read your manuscript; the one you had been working on on that fateful day at the coffee shop. To this day, Yoongi still insisted you got a publishing contract –and now had three books out in bookstores of South Korea– all on your own.
Namjoon took every opportunity to tease Yoongi about his obvious crush on you, which was a small price to pay for not only the friendship that blossomed between you and Joon, but for the fact you were able to kickstart your career as a writer.
“I'm trashing my book.” you said with the jutting out of your bottom lip, folding your arms on your chest and your legs under you.
“What–why? You were so excited to hand in the new chapters last week.” Yoongi sat down on the couch beside you, with one seat cushion still between you. His brows were knitted together as he wondered just how wrong your meeting with your editor had gone down this afternoon.
“Yes, but your best friend changed that.” you grumbled with a tiny shrug of your shoulders, leaning sideways against the couch to lay your head on the backrest.
With a sigh and the tilting of his head to mimic yours, Yoongi asked: “What did he do now?”
“He said my new chapters are shit.”
“He did not say that.” Yoongi reasoned.
He was the blunt one of the two, there’s no way Namjoon would ever say something of that nature to you. If your chapters were bad, he’d give you pointers and ways of making them better. But you were resolute.
“Not with so many words, but the sentiment was there!” you complained with a pretty pout that made Yoongi’s gaze flit to your plump lips.
“What happened, doll?” he asked, a little softer, knowing how to work you into telling him what really happened.
You sighed dramatically, back straightening as you looked down to your hands on your lap. Yoongi followed the movement, watching how you fiddled with the ring on your middle finger of your left hand; it had belonged to your grandma once, he knew, and you always wore it when you needed that little extra pick-me-up.
“Apparently I can't write smut.” you told him so quietly he barely heard you.
Your new book, the one you’ve been working on for the past three months, had adult scenes in it. Not necessary essential to the plot but not gratuitous fucking either. Just something to spice it up, to open up to a different market. You were never scared of trying something new and Yoongi admired that.
Yoongi himself was the kind of person that never even changed his coffee order, sticking to it forever when he found the one he liked. You were brave and adventurous, while Yoongi liked his routine and comfort zone.
“What makes you say that?” he asked you once you didn’t elaborate.
“Joon said I got many things wrong. I believe his exact words were 'it doesn't happen like that, that's not how it tastes, or how it feels’–” you said with a roll of your eyes, which made Yoongi bite back a chuckle. But then your fire was aimed at him: “You've read the chapters! Why didn't you tell me it was shit?!”
“It wasn't shit–”
How could he tell you the reason he didn't notice some things were off was because when reading your smut, all he could do was picture you? And him. In the various situations you wrote in rich descriptions. Like a fucking creep, he got off to his friend's writing.
“Yeah, well, I'm a fraud.”
“You're not a fraud, doll.” the pet name he had for you came out a lot more natural now than the first few times he blurted them out on slips of the tongue, but it still made his neck flush.
“No, no, Joon is right. I know he wasn't trying to hurt me, and I don't want to publish something bad either.” you insisted, quieting the fidgeting of your hands after turning the ring on your finger a few times. “Just... he said I should write from experience.”
“Oh. Yeah, that usually helps when writing lyrics, too.”
Yoongi felt cold sweat clinging to his back as he wouldn’t want to read about your sex adventures, if you started writing about them in your new book. Some of the things you wrote about were pretty wild, Yoongi could only imagine what you were up to in your private life. You never really told him about it, but he guessed it was something you shared with your girlfriends. Or Jimin. Not with him.
“That’s the problem.” again, you spoke too quietly. “I don't have them.”
“Don’t have what?” he asked with the nervous nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip.
“The experiences to write about.” you supplied with a small grit of your teeth, as if you were pretending you weren’t the one saying those words.
“Sure you do. I'm sure you can change a few things to make it fit the plot–”
“No, Yoon.” you interrupted, crestfallen, rubbing your hands on your thighs in what should be a self soothing manner. “I haven't... Done anything.”
The weight of those news was shocking to him, but Yoongi tried not to let it show in his face. He watched you for a while, too, trying to decide if you were joking or trying to pull one on him, but your pink cheeks of embarrassment were too real and you weren’t that good of an actress.
It just didn’t really make sense to him. You were a few years younger than him, but not by much, and you were so pretty and clearly attractive. Whenever he agreed to go to a night out with your group –most likely being dragged out by a lying Hoseok that told him it would be chill– guys hit on you all the time, much to his own chagrin.
“Ever?” Yoongi hushed with a frown. This whole conversation had his forehead hurting from how confused he was.
“Ever.” you shook your head, a stray piece of hair moving out of place and Yoongi’s fingers flexed in want to fix it. “I'm not ashamed of it, okay? I'm also not saving myself for marriage or anything. I just never had a boyfriend and I didn't want to just hook up with a stranger for a night.”
“Yeah, no, that's... dangerous.” he agreed with a single nod of his own.
“Mhm! I mean, I thought that would happen with Jungkook the night we met. He was nice enough and just my type.” you said, not meaning much by it, but damn if it didn’t feel like a punch in the gut. Ouch. “But he turned out to be gay and only chatted with me to get to Jimin.”
“Yeah, I remember that.” Yoongi was there the night Jungkook showed up in their lives and would later become part of their small group and subsequently Jimin’s boyfriend.
“I don't know what to do, Yoon. I had so many hopes and plans for this book!” you cried, a hand running through your hair in frustration.
“I know, maybe... maybe you should read more smut? To be able to write it better?” he tried, but it only made you huff.
“If you look at my search history you'll think I’m a sex addict that should get an intervention.” you shook your head. “I’ve read it all.”
“Didn't Joon give you some advice? Isn't that his job as your editor?”
Yoongi might need to have a chat with his bestie, as his job was to help you out, not leave you feeling lost and defeated. Yoongi knew first hand how happy you were with your latest project, all of the twists and turns you had planned for it. And here you were, sulking on his couch, questioning whether or not you should throw it out.
“He did, and I'm starting to think he's right.” you said, and it gave Yoongi a glimmer of hope, giving up on scolding Namjoon. At least for now.
“There we go, what did he say?”
“He said that if I don't have any experiences to write about, then I should create some.” you avoided Yoongi's eyes as you said it, which didn’t help his choking on air.
“He said what–”
“It makes sense.” you insisted, gathering your courage to finally look at him.
“It does not– you can't possibly think that going out to find someone random to be your first is a good idea!” Yoongi couldn’t help how worked up he was getting over this. The mere hypothesis of you getting out there to find someone to lose your virginity to just for the sake of experiences was making his blood boil. “It's dangerous, and borderline traumatizing, and you can't expect to write well after that–”
“No, that's not what he said at all!” you waved a hand in the air, reaching for his arm with the other. Your touch was firm, but gentle at the same time. As you wanted to make sure he understood. “Joon didn’t mean I should find someone random.”
There Yoongi went, with the choking again. Because your eyes… Those eyes that were the front door to your soul. They told him so much. And Yoongi was slightly scared to read what they were trying to tell him at that moment.
“He said I should consider talking to a friend.” you continued after Yoongi didn’t say anything, but your hand stayed in his arm. “Someone I trust, someone I know won't use me, and that won't let things get awkward after.”
Okay, Yoongi would have to have that chat with Namjoon afterall. He could just about imagine his best friend sitting in his suburban house right now, with a drink in his hand, chuckling to himself, thinking he was a mastermind.
Of course he planned all of this. Namjoon knew of Yoongi’s feelings for you, and he knew that he’d be the one you’d come to with this. He just hadn’t decided if Namjoon was trying to play cupid or pull a prank on him.
“You're considering it?” Yoongi asked, not wanting to believe what was happening right now.
“I've decided. I'm either doing that or throwing the whole book away and starting something else.” you sounded so sure of yourself that Yoongi really started to worry. “Which would just be stressful, because I'm already way into the deadlines. So what's it gonna be?”
“Wha-why are you asking me?” Yoongi’s heart was going a mile a minute inside his chest, and it most definitely wasn’t the caffeine he’d been drinking all day.
“Are you going to make me say it?” you pleaded, squeezing his bicep just once.
“Yes, because I don’t know what you want from me.” he wheezed.
“I trust you.”
“No, you're not serious. You want me to–”
“Teach me, yeah.” you assured him, tugging on the sleeve of the cardigan he was wearing. “Or at least have those experiences with me so that I know how things work.”
Yoongi was about to start hyperventilating. Maybe he had drunk so much coffee all his adult life that it didn’t work on him anymore and he fell asleep on his desk and this was all a dream. Because there’s no way in hell that the girl he had a crush on for the past four years –yet wasn’t brave enough to do something about it– was asking him to–
“Are you even attracted to me?!” his voice came out more high pitched than he wanted, making him cough behind his fist.
With a deadpan, you stated: “I have eyes, Yoongi.”
“And also a nose and a mouth, what does that have to do with anything?”
“I think you're hot!” you specified with a giggle and Yoongi went back to the dream axiom. “Especially ever since you decided to let your hair grow long. And I like your face.”
“Thanks.” it should have come out as sarcasm, but his face was too red and the word sounded too breathy.
“And you’re... strong and tall.” you continued, eyes obviously settling on the width of his chest.
“Hoseok is taller, why didn't you ask him?” Yoongi didn’t mean to ask that, not one bit, not for a second. It was just one of those things that came out of his mouth when he was nervous.
“I can. I'll go to him after I leave here, if you really say no.” you were clearly taken aback, hand finally dropping from his arm as you pulled back just a little further away from him. You blinked a few times before offering him an awkward smile. “Which you're already doing. Yeah, sorry, no, I just assumed that you'd be up for it because, after Jimin, you're my closest friend. But I guess being close to someone doesn't mean you're attracted to them? God, this is awkward, I don't know why I just assumed that.”
You were getting up and Yoongi was panicking. Because he didn’t want you to think that he wasn’t attracted to you, and he didn’t want to offend you. But, above all, he didn’t want you to bring this to Hoseok.
Because Hoseok might say yes.
Honestly, not many people he knows would ever say no to you.
“Wait, that's not what I meant.” Yoongi insisted as you were already standing and on the way of going after your backpack.
“No, Yoon, it's fine!” you waved him off, as if trying to take the burden you had dropped on him off. “Might be better to do it with someone I'm not that close to, anyway. I'll try Hobi.”
“Doll, stop, hang on.” Yoongi reached for your wrist as you walked in front of him and you stopped your stride. “Let me consider this.”
“You don't have to.” you repeated, but didn't take your wrist from his grasp and didn’t walk away.
“What is it you want, exactly? And please be honest with me, so we both know what we're getting ourselves into here and so there's no misunderstandings.” if he was even entertaining the idea of saying yes to this crazy plan, then he needed you to be as straightforward as possible.
“I haven't thought this far? But I guess we could do stuff.”
“I said to be specific.” Yoongi pressed.
You huffed and, dare he say, squirmed, as you sat down on the couch again, this time closer to him. “I mean, would you fuck me? You know, so I know how it works? And, uhm. Stuff?”
“Stuff?”
“Yeah, we should probably start with, like... Kissing. Handjobs? I'd like to suck you off if you're okay with that?”
Nevermind his dreaming theory, Yoongi might have died and this was his personal version of heaven. Or maybe hell, depending how long it would take for you to start laughing in his face, saying that Namjoon was right and he would fall for it. But that wasn’t like you at all, too sweet and nice for your own good, and –despite his little hours of sleep and caffeine intake– Yoongi was pretty healthy to have died all of a sudden.
“You can't be serious.” Yoongi was still incredulous.
“I am! And I can ask Hobi, you don't have to feel pressured.” you told him as the wrist he was still holding on to finally slipped from his grasp, but just so you could hold his hand instead. “Even though this is all Namjoon’s fault and you're the one who introduced me to him and so this is also your fault, and I think you should fix it.”
There it was, the arguments, the innocent guilt trip, your special little way of getting Yoongi to do what you wanted, while not actually forcing him to do anything he didn’t want. And this? You? This was something he wanted. For a really long time. This might not be the way he ever thought he would get to be with you, but if anything, Yoongi was an opportunist.
And he wasn’t about to let you walk into the studio next door to ask Hoseok to do this favor for you. He’d never forgive himself if he let you walk away now, if he handed you over to one of his closest friends. You might fall in love with each other, get married, and make Yoongi give a speech during the ceremony. You might even name your first born after Yoongi.
“So.” you squeezed his hand, looking at the difference in size of your palms. “What do you say?”
“You're crazy. But if you're gonna do this anyway.” his shrug was supposed to be nonchalant.
“Yes! Yoon, thank you! Okay, so what do we do? I promise I'll pay attention!” your excitement made him chuckle, despite the weight of reality slowly sinking in, and untamed butterflies going haywire in his stomach.
“Calm down, we're not starting right now.”
He needed time to let this new reality settle and tame his anxiety and the voices in his head that were screaming at him. Besides making a list of everything that could go wrong by having agreed with this.
“Right, I should probably shave down there.” you said with a side pout, as if you were thinking hard about what you had to do to prepare.
“You– that's not a problem.” Yoongi wanted to make sure you understood you were perfect, just as natural as you wanted to be, but he couldn’t just say that. “Just do what you feel comfortable with, this is not about me. You shouldn't have to worry about things like that, unless you want to.”
“Okay. I should still get on the pill, right?” you asked him, too innocently for the type of conversation you were having.
“I mean... maybe? You should talk to your doctor about it?” he had no idea really, as that question made Yoongi wonder just how much you needed help with. “There are side effects and long term commitments with that kind of stuff, that you shouldn't put yourself through just for a few experiences? And I'll get tested too, just so you're sure I'm clean.”
“I trust you, Yoon, I don't want you to go through that trouble.”
“It's no trouble, really, I've been meaning to do it anyways, just to be safe.” not that his own sex life was a particularly crazy one at that, and he always wore a condom.
“This is exciting. Nerve-wracking but exciting.” you giggled, looking at him as your fingers gently traced his knuckles.
This was the longest you had ever touched each other, even if it was just a simple hand holding. And his insides were already churning and he felt like he could pass out at any given moment, blood wasn’t reaching all the way to his brain apparently. He couldn’t even comprehend what it would be like to be intimate with you.
“I'm glad you think so.” he said with a low chuckle.
“Now we just... set up a time and place?”
“Mhmm.” he nodded, as there wasn’t much else he could do with how mentally frozen he was.
“Okay, but I really want to start fixing these chapters, so can you give me something today?” you asked sheepishly, fingers tightening around his.
“What?”
“Can you show me how to kiss?” was your request, and Yoongi’s eyes fell to your mouth on command.
“You've kissed before.” it wasn’t a question, but an affirmation. In fact, Yoongi had seen you kiss someone before.
It was years ago, during a stupid game of truth or dare –which was Jimin’s idea– during one of Taehyung’s house parties. Namjoon had thought it would be a good idea to make the two of you play, no doubt another ploy to get something to happen between the two of you. But luck was never on Yoongi’s side and you were dared to kiss another guy; some dude named Seo-joon that Tae knew from acting class.
“Yeah, but it was never satisfactory and I lack skills.” you told him, bringing him back to the present. “Besides, it might be good to break the ice. Make sure things don’t get awkward between us after I leave.”
“Why would things get awkward–”
“Are you saying you’re not going to overthink everything that just happened as soon as I walk out of this studio?” you challenged with a little grin and Yoongi rolled his eyes. “That’s what I thought.”
“Alright, I’ll kiss you.” he agreed, and there’s no way he ever thought he’d be saying those words to you.
“Gee, Yoon, thanks.” you were giggling as you got up from the couch to stand in the middle of the studio. “Try to pretend to be into it, at least.”
If you only knew.
Yoongi got up on wobbly legs, but pretended to stretch his back to get his body work properly. Walking the two steps it took to reach you was the most nerve wrecking course he ever had to take. But at least you looked as nervous as he felt, even if you were doing your best to mask it.
You stood in front of each other, awkwardly staring at one another, hands on your sides. And Yoongi knew he had to move. He had to take the lead, he was the one meant to be showing you how things worked, of course you wouldn’t take the first step. And unless he wanted you to change your mind and actually go to Hoseok instead, he had to act fast.
“Do you need a step by step guide?” he asked in a low voice, as if sharing a secret.
“I know how it works, I’m not that inexperienced.” you giggled, hitting his chest playfully.
Yoongi took your wrist as your hand landed on his chest in your pillowy light attempt of provoking him, bringing your hand up to rest it on the back of his neck. He didn’t miss the way your breath hitched, or your giggles replaced a soft gasp as his other arm circled your waist to bring your body flush against his, or even how your fingers softly threaded through the long hairs at his nape.
A lot was on the line when it came to this kiss, Yoongi realized wearily. It would be your first kiss together, something he only ever daydreamed about before. And it would set the tone for your future interactions. You could just as well change your mind after it, and it would not only be a blow to his self-esteem, but also his pride.
“It’s just me.” you said in a meek voice that did nothing to calm his nerves.
“I know.”
That’s the problem, he wanted to say.
Yoongi’s free hand touched the side of your face to tilt it up towards him, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. With a teeny sigh, your eyes fluttered closed and Yoongi took that chance to study your face, as he had never seen you so up close like this before. Even if you changed your mind later, he still committed your every trace, every little detail about you that he possibly could.
From your dark, long lashes that kissed the apples of your cheeks, to the outline of your cupid’s bow and your plump bottom lip. As you were about to open your eyes again, Yoongi pressed his lips to yours and you pulled back. Not enough for your mouths to part, but with a little surprised reaction. Thankfully, and before Yoongi’s anxieties could settle in, you moved closer to him again, pulling him towards you by the back of his neck.
Yoongi’s lips started moving against yours, hesitantly, but his second guessing went out the non-existing windows of his studio as you followed his lead and moved yours along with his.
Your mouths moved together slowly, his tongue sliding between his lips to lick between yours and you crooned; a small sound that Yoongi didn’t want to focus on, unless he wanted all of his blood to run south.
“Relax your jaw for me.” Yoongi mumbled, not wanting to go too far.
Your hand tensed on his neck as your breath grew a little heavier and you did just as he requested, lips parting wider so his tongue could finally slip into your mouth. Yoongi cradled your face by your jaw, feeling it move as your tongues brushed together.
He could taste your peach flavored lip balm and right then he decided it was his favorite flavor in the world. Your other hand was resting on his chest and Yoongi wondered if you could feel just how fast his heart was beating as you tipped your head sideways so he could deepen the kiss.
It made his own hand slip to the back of your neck, hold turning firm as he kept you in place to lick around your mouth, exploring it as if he wanted to map it out.
You pulled away first, having a hard time breathing, which did wonders for Yoongi’s swelling pride, but he wasn't ready to let you go just yet, acting on instinct and taking your bottom lip between his teeth.
It was worth it as your surprised gasp turned into a moan, making the man smirk. It eventually made him let go of your lip and he watched as your eyes opened; as blown out as his probably were.
“That was… Good, right?” you asked in a breathy tone that Yoongi wanted to hear more of.
“Really good, yeah.” he nodded, so close to your face, hands still holding you close. “If the rest of it is anything like this, you don’t have anything to worry about.”
SEPTEMBER 23RD | 17:41
Yoongi’s apartment wasn’t the biggest one, but his producer salary allowed him to have enough room to fit all of his friends comfortably whenever they decided to use his place as a hang out spot. Is not that he hated to have friends over, if anything Yoongi really enjoyed hosting and cooking for everybody. But the bunch could get rowdy, and Yoongi was left cleaning up the aftermath alone most of the time.
The group-chat had decided that their Saturday plans should include movie night at Yoongi’s place, just because of his soundproof walls and surround sound system that matched his big flat screen TV. Yoongi enjoyed few things in life, not really one to flaunt his status as one of the most sought out Korean producers of present times, but he was proud of his entertainment set up.
A light rain was falling outside, the pitter patter of the drops of the early autumn falls being drawn out by the music video playing on the television as he and his so-called-best-friend organized the living room before the rest of the group arrived.
“I don't know why you're mad at me.” Namjoon was saying as he pulled out the seat cushions of Yoongi’s dark gray couch to make it just a little longer and more comfortable to be laid on for the duration of the movie.
“Really.” Yoongi deadpanned from the kitchen as he rummaged through his food cupboard in search of the kind of microwavable popcorn you liked. “You have nooo idea?”
“I mean, yeah, sure, I might have acted with mischief, but I meant what I said–”
“In what world did you think that telling her to find someone to have sex with was a good idea?” Yoongi finally snapped, letting the popcorn packets drop to the kitchen island with a smack. “What if she went after some rando at a club?”
“I see your point, hyung, but she didn't!” Namjoon tried to apologize by doing a better job of fluffing the cushions. “She went after you!”
“Thank fuck for that.”
Namjoon stepped away from the couch to look at his OCD-friendly set up, making sure the decorative cushions were symmetrically parted from each other and the wool blankets Yoongi always had laying around were folded in perfect squares. Yoongi liked his apartment to be a little on the colder side, and he wasn’t ready to let go of summer just yet, but he also got cold easily.
“Shouldn't you be thankful that you got to kiss the girl of your dreams?” Namjoon turned to his older friend, walking to the kitchen to inspect the snacks that were already littering the dark marble island. “And you'll be doing a lot more than that–”
“I don’t know if I am.” Yoongi confessed with a sigh, which picked Namjoon’s curiosity.
“Why not?”
“She– It’s been a week and nothing else happened.” Yoongi shrugged, as if trying to downplay it and mask his disappointment.
“Haven’t you seen each other again since that day at your studio?” Namjoon leaned over the island to read the label on the honey and mustard chips, but his attentive eyes always went back to him.
“We have. We were never alone, though, because Jimin and Jungkook were there when we had takeout, and then everyone was at Jin's on game night.” Yoongi recalled all of the times he managed to see you during this past week.
“True, but you did look closer during game night.” Namjoon offered, but Yoongi scoffed. “I'm serious! She was always touching your arm, sitting closer to you... hugging you when you scored a point.”
“She's always like that with everyone, I'm not reading into it.” Yoongi refused to see things where there weren’t, because he knew that he would be the one broken hearted at the end of whatever this was.
“Yeah, but she wasn't like that with you.” Namjoon pointed out.
“Because she knows I'm not clingy like the rest of you.” Yoongi rebutted.
“She picked you to be on her team, and you're a bad player!”
“Hey!”
“Am I wrong?” Namjoon arched an eyebrow, dropping the bag of chips back onto the counter, which made Yoongi flinch, thinking about the broken snacks. “Didn’t think so. She usually goes for Kook because that kid is good at everything.”
“Of course, just something else I come second in.”
Yoongi didn’t mean to sound so bitter. He didn’t even intend on speaking out loud in the first place. But he did, and Namjoon raised an eyebrow at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” his friend prodded, and Yoongi had no choice but to turn his back and pretend to be searching for something as he replied:
“She said Jungkook is her type.”
“Really? So... gay af, pouts like a baby, dresses like a hobo most of the time?” Namjoon chuckled fondly of the maknae of their weird friend group.
“I think it's more like muscles, piercings and tattoos.” he couldn’t sound more dejected if he tried.
“Is that why you're wearing your hoops again?” Namjoon’s laughter grew louder, pointing at his own pierced ears as he looked at Yoongi’s. “And why are you going to the gym again?”
“No– how do you know I went to the gym?”
“Hobi told me he ran into you. It's cool though. I’m not here to judge.”
Namjoon better not judge him, as he was the one to get Yoongi in this mess in the first place. Yeah, he had unrequited feelings for you, and yeah, he imagined plenty of what if scenarios where he grew the balls to ask you out, or make a move on you. But was this the way his friend had to help him out? By planting ideas in your head and making you offer him something like this?
Yoongi’s heated thought process was interrupted as his phone started to buzz inside his pants pocket and his heart skipped a beat when he read the name on the notifications.
“Oof, that friendzone gotta hurt.” Namjoon said, over Yoongi’s shoulder. His height gave him an advantage that was almost as annoying as his nosy tendencies.
“I swear to fucking god–” Yoongi rasped, shutting his phone and shoving it in his pocket.
“Hey, at least you might get a handy today, huh?” the younger man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, running away before Yoongi could throw a bag of chips on his head. “And clearly your kiss can't have been that bad, if she's coming to you for help again.”
“Not helping, Joonah.”
Your text did light him up a little bit, and Namjoon wasn’t all that wrong. If you were asking him for help with whatever it was you needed, you didn’t change your mind about this, and you didn’t go to someone else for it; friend or foe.
You didn’t specify just what you needed help with, but Yoongi took a longer shower just in case, scrubbing his body from top to bottom, brushing his teeth just a little harder, blow drying his hair just a little fluffier. Just in case.
You might just ask him questions and not actually want to do anything, but on the off chance that you did, Yoongi wanted to be ready for you.
He wasn’t proud to say that he spent just a little longer inside his decent sized closet deciding on what to wear. Yoongi didn’t want to try too hard, as it would make things too obvious, but he also didn’t think sweats and a white t-shirt were good enough either. But then again, if Jeon Jungkook was your ideal type, maybe he could grab oversized black clothes and call it a night.
“Everyone is already here, hyung.” Namjoon said from the outside of his door, and that’s when Yoongi started to rush.
He ended up picking a pair of jeans with holes on the knees, but that was nicely fitted on his hips, and a soft blue sweater with some green at the end of the sleeves. Hoping he didn’t go too hard on his favorite cologne, Yoongi left his bedroom to find the seven of you already taking over his living room and kitchen space.
Jimin and Taehyung were being disgusting on his couch, giggling as they looked over something on the former’s phone. Jungkook and Seokjin were sitting on the floor, looking up at the TV as they clearly searched for something to watch tonight. Hoseok and Namjoon were in the kitchen, helping you make popcorn.
Microwave popcorn shouldn’t be so hard that it took three people to make it, but you had a routine. You hated it when you took it out too early, meaning half the corn didn’t have time to pop, but it was even worse to leave it in the machine for too long so that it burned. So it took one of you sniffing for any hint of burnt popcorn, another one to pilot the STOP and ON buttons, and a third one listening in for the popping sounds.
And, of course, it took giving you a good look over to almost stop Yoongi’s heart altogether.
Just because you had no business looking so damn pretty all the time.
Today you were wearing one of Yoongi’s favorite styles on you; a lilac suede overall dress that made you look like a cute gardener with a long sleeved shirt under it. Your hair was falling in soft waves, as if you had taken the time to style them before coming, which made Yoongi wonder if you had the same thought process as he had.
“Hyung! There you are!” Hoseok announced his presence for everyone to hear, in that chirpy way of his, and Yoongi’s ears burned a little as the attention of the room landed on him. “The popcorn is almost– wait, wait, stop!”
“Stopping!” you announced, clicking on the button to pause the microwave. “That was a close one, commander.”
Yoongi couldn’t help the little chuckle he let out while watching you and his two best friend’s dramatics, shoulders shaking a little, gums probably out for the others to see.
“Have you gotten from here, Joon?” you turned to the taller man, who nodded while taking the last popcorn packet from the microwave.
You turned towards Yoongi again, who seemed frozen in place until that very moment. You grabbed the three tubs of popcorn that were already ready and took them with you to the couch, nodding your head for Yoongi to follow you. And he was a little socially awkward by nature, but he didn’t think he made a fool out of himself as the others knew he was more on the quiet side most of the time.
“Alright, who let the maknaes choose the movie?” you were saying as you stepped on the soft black rug that took over half of the living room.
“Who are you calling a maknae–” Seokjin threw a glare over his shoulder, one you answered with a scrunch of your nose.
“What’s wrong with our movie taste, noona?” Jungkook asked you, about to pout.
You handed Jungkook and Seokjin a tub of popcorn, and another one to Taehyung and Jimin, keeping the last one for yourself as you sat down in the middle of the couch, having to scoot a little awkwardly as if your overall-dress made it hard for you to move.
“The problem is not your taste in movies, but you never agree on anything.” Yoongi supplied, making you nod in agreement. “Jungkook-ah is going to either pick a superhero movie that we’ve all seen before, or a horror movie, and hyung will be too scared to watch anything with serial killers or ghosts and shit.”
“That’s because I live alone and have an old man's bladder and don’t like having to run from demons on the way back from the bathroom, in the middle of the night, thank you very much!” Seokjin complained in that rushed way of his, making you giggle.
Namjoon and Hoseok joined the rest of you in the living room, with the last tub of popcorn. The packs of chips and other snacks were already on the center table, alongside glasses of soda.
Yes, Yoongi was still standing, but that’s because he always had to be the last one to sit down. Everyone always complained that they didn’t know how to work the lighting system of his smart home, and Yoongi had to be the one to dim the lights low enough so the television was the focus point, but not dark enough that they couldn’t see anything else.
When Yoongi finally made his way to the couch, everyone was already paired up and laying down with their snacks of choice.
Jimin had exchanged his best friend for his boyfriend and was now sitting between Jungkook’s legs, resting against his chest. Tae was still sitting beside them, never minding the third willing. You were right in the middle of the couch, where it was your preferred spot. Hoseok was right next to you, followed by Namjoon and Seokjin.
Before Yoongi could walk to the edge of the couch, to join the hyung, you spoke:
“Hobi, can you scoot over a little?” you asked the man with little taps to his thigh. “Come sit next to me, Yoon.”
The living room was silent as everyone stared at Yoongi once again, just another proof that the only person oblivious to his feelings toward you was, well, you. But at least Yoongi wasn’t completely awkward when it came to you; there was no stumbling, no hesitating, no fumbling around as space was opened on the sofa so he could sit between you and Hoseok.
You handed him the popcorn you were about to share as you unfolded one of the wool blankets and threw it over your legs, more concerned about covering your legs and getting comfortable than actually escaping the cold. While the younger boys bickered over the final movie choice and which sound configuration was best for the settled genre, the three other guys started a heated discussion over something political they heard on the news.
When Yoongi looked at you, you were already looking at him.
“I like your ripped pants.” you said with an easy smile, reaching to slip two fingers inside the wide holes on his knees. “Didn’t know you had things like this.”
“That’s because hyung’s fashion sense only includes either a blazer and white shirt or dress pants and a hoodie.” Jimin teased from the other side.
“I’m sorry I’m not into Chelsea boots and skinny jeans.” Yoongi scoffed, which wasn’t really a jab at Jimin’s fashion sense. Even Yoongi could admit the blonde man knew how to dress better than most.
“You’re forgiven.” Jimin was grinning, which was noticeable even in the dimmed atmosphere of the room.
Your fingers were still tracing random patterns on his knee as you said: “Don’t listen to Jiminie, I like your style.”
“Thanks. I like yours too.” he said, which somehow made you giggle.
“You don’t think I look like a little girl?” you asked in what must have been a moment of self doubt.
“Nah, just cute.”
You smiled appreciatively at him, throwing half of the blanket over Yoongi’s legs so you could share. He handed you the tub with popcorn and the movie finally started; the thumping of the bass from the intro not the only thing making his heart accelerate.
The group ended up deciding on a new movie with a few known actors, like IU –the only woman Jungkook would ever turn straight for–, no demons to scare Seokjin, and no blood to make Taehyung queasy.
The drama wasn’t Yoongi’s particular cup of tea, but he wouldn’t be paying attention to it anyways. Not when you felt so warm sitting so close to him, smelling so good. And not when his brain was filled with the possibilities of what was coming next, after everyone had left.
You and Yoongi shared the popcorn, hands brushing every now and then as if you were in a teen movie. You didn’t seem to notice it, however, engrossed in the movie. You had tears in your eyes during some of the more emotionally heavy scenes, but held them in pretty well.
While you could.
Thirty minutes into the movie and the popcorn was over, the tub resting somewhere on the floor, and you were aggressively wiping tears from your eyes with your sleeves.
“Just let her keep her baby.” you said under your breath, moving your arm under Yoongi’s so you could hug it like a safety blanket, cheek pressed hard against his shoulder. “They will be okay, right?”
“Mhm, yeah. Everything is going to be fine.”
Yoongi had no way of knowing that, especially when it came to this kind of movie. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try to soothe you. You nodded softly in response, snuggling into his arm a little harder, pressing your body to his completely. You were exactly like this, Yoongi told himself. You’d be clinging to whoever was sitting next to you, and it just so happened to be him.
That was okay, he told himself as he quietly sniffed your hair, because, at least right now, it was him you were clinging to.
SEPTEMBER 23RD | 22:15
It wasn’t surprising the way Yoongi was a lot more relaxed by the end of the movie, but it was a little shameful that he grew more and more at ease as his friends started to take their leave. Yoongi dealt better with smaller groups of people at a time, even if he loved every one of his friends; yes, even Jungkook and all his piercings and tattoos. It wasn’t the maknae’s fault that you were apparently so attracted to him when you first met.
Hell, even Yoongi caught himself gawking at Jungkook whenever he put a little more effort into looking good; like when he combed his hair off his forehead, or wore the black jeans that may or may not belong to Jimin.
“You guys can leave it, I’ll do it.” Yoongi insisted as you and Hoseok continued to clean up the living room.
“It’s alright, hyung, I don’t mind.” Hoseok told him as he knelt on the rug to pick up stray pieces of popcorn and chips that eventually made it to the floor. “We’ll just finish it up and go. I’ll drive you home when we’re done.”
“Me?” you blinked, as Hoseok clearly meant you, eyes moving to Yoongi as you silently asked for help. “Thank’s, but I’m not going home yet.”
“Oh.” Hoseok nodded. Then stopped. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second and his neck almost snapped with how fast he turned to Yoongi’s direction, sending him a sly grin. “Ohh.”
Yoongi was shaking his head at Hoseok, with wide eyes and behind your back, telling his friend to cut it out as you picked up the empty boxes of pizza. Hobi winked in slow motion and sent Yoongi a thumbs up, which made him sigh.
The job of tying it up the living room and kitchen was a lot easier now that he had more help, and fifteen minutes later, the dishes were washed, the couch was clear of any mess, and Yoongi was walking Hoseok out of his apartment.
“So.” Hoseok spoke quietly, which Yoongi appreciated, but it still made him cringe a little on the inside as his friend teased: “You two, huh?”
“It’s not what you’re thinking.” Yoongi stated, holding the front door open while the younger man put his shoes on.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” Hoseok squinted his eyes, but his knowing smile was enough to make Yoongi’s ears burn.
“I can assure you.” Yoongi chuckled, as there was no way his friend would ever be able to guess why you were staying longer tonight. “Night, Hobah.”
Hoseok waited as the elevator dinged and walked in after the automatic doors opened for him, singing: “Goodnight, hyung. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
And, just like that, he was gone and Yoongi could breathe a little easier. And, just like that, you were alone together after what felt like ages.
Yoongi found you sitting on the couch, looking a little tired, eyes still a little red from when you cried at the end of the movie. He mustn’t look so hot either, social battery on its lowest setting. At least he never felt like he needed to try hard with you, surprisingly. There was never a need to be entertaining, to talk more than he wanted to, to constantly search for something to do.
He could just sit next to you and do nothing, and it didn’t feel awkward, you were never bothered by his quieter moments. You also had a way of bringing out his other sides, too; the joker, the one with the weird noises and funky dances, and also the deep one that could talk about music for hours and had random facts to spill.
“Movie nights are fun, but you always look a little dead after.” you giggled, and it wasn’t even an insult. Yoongi felt a little dead as he sat down next to you, relaxing into his couch cushion.
“I know I’m not that much older than them, but sometimes I feel like I can't keep up.” he chuckled with closed eyes, basking on the quietude that was only ever broken by your giggles.
“Okay, grandpa. Do you want me to leave?” you offered, which made Yoongi open his eyes and look at you.
By now, the mood lights in the living room had been put into a brighter setting than during the movie, but not uncomfortably so. Yoongi could still see the blush on your cheeks, the hesitation in your eyes and the way your fingers fiddled with each other.
Yoongi didn’t want you to leave, however. No matter how tired or drained he felt, this was the first time he had a chance to be alone with you all week. And when the last memory he had of a moment like this came along with the feeling of your lips on him, he really wanted you to stay.
“Not really.” he replied, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but he thought he saw you breathe a little easier. “You, uh, needed help, right?”
“Yeah, but I can just come back another time, I don't mind.” you assured him, always one to worry about his boundaries and need for the occasional alone time. It warmed his heart, in more ways than one.
“I promise I'm fine, doll. You said something about your book?” Yoongi wasn’t trying to push, in case you changed your mind, but your eager nod as he mentioned it made him sit up a little straighter on the sofa.
“Okay, so, I was reading chapter eleven again and I really agreed with Joon's notes on it.” you said as you turned a little more to the side, so you were facing him.
“Which were?”
“It wasn't realistic, the, uh, sexy scene.” you explained with a nibble on your bottom lip, the blush was dusted on your cheeks again. “Just because there are things that I don't exactly know how they happen.”
“Okay. You wanna ask me about it?”
“Sure. But I was hoping that showing me might work better?” there it was, the hesitation again. Your words were already causing something to stir in Yoongi’s lower belly, but he kept his cool. “Maybe. If you're okay with that.”
“You need to tell me what it is first, doll, or I can't tell you that.” he chuckled, hoping it would help you relax a little more around him.
Not that Yoongi wasn’t having a little moment of nervous anxiety himself, this was you, he didn’t think he’d ever be completely cool about any of this. But he wanted to help you, and he wanted to be good for you. Even if the only chance he ever got to do that was purely platonic.
“Right, right, just... I feel kinda bad now that we're here.” you said with a frown, reaching out on instinct to thread your pinky through his.
“Did you change your mind? Because that’s okay, too, we can just forget about it.” Yoongi had to swallow a lump in his throat, but he meant every word.
“No, not at all... I just feel like I'm using you in a way.” you said, eyes downcast as you looked at your linked fingers. You let out a small laugh, but it was a bitter one. “This is ridiculous, right? I'm sitting here, about to ask you to show me how you get hard. And what do you get in return?”
Yoongi’s breath intake was a little harsh as he held back a groan, fingers flexing of their own accord. In what should be a joke to lighten the mood, but that immediately made him fluster, he said: “An orgasm, maybe?”
“Be serious.” you rolled your pretty eyes, but an even prettier smile broke on your face.
“I am! Unless you want to see how it goes down naturally as well?” Yoongi really hoped you said no.
“No, that's not part of it. There's something else I want, but–”
“Oh?”
“–we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
The possibilities were making Yoongi’s mind go a little hazy, butterflies that felt more like bats in the cave of his stomach, and his dick was already twitching in his pants. So much so that he feared he might get hard before you even had the chance to actually see it happen.
“Kay. How do you wanna do this?”
“Uh, I really didn't think this far.” you admitted sheepishly.
“Do you wanna help?” Yoongi asked, wondering if you wanted him to pull it out and touch himself into full hardness, or if you wanted in on it. “I can guide you.”
“That might be better, yes.” you nodded, too cute for what was about to happen, and scooted even closer to him so your knees were pressed against his thigh.
Was he really about to do this? Was Yoongi actually going to drop his pants, show you his cock, and let you study him like a guinea pig? God, don’t let this get awkward, he was reasoning to whoever was out there listening. He didn’t want to scare you with it either, as it wouldn’t be good for your kinky-field-search, and even worse for his own pride, so he asked:
“You don't want to start the chapter with the guy just pulling it out, right?” bringing it back to your book might be easier to set the scene for the two of you, too. “You wanna tease the reader as much as you wanna tease your character.”
“Yes, yes, of course.”
“You might wanna start with some light making out?” he offered, words taking a turn and missing his brain filter altogether.
Your eyes widened just a little, instantly dropping to his lips. “Should we?”
“We don't have to. I'm just telling you what might work well on a scene.” he lied.
“What if I want to?”
Yoongi thought he might be dreaming again as you moved first, leaning closer to him to press your lips together just once, just a peck. Nervous eyes stared up at him as you pulled back but didn’t go all too far.
“Is this okay?” you asked in a whisper.
“Mm. Shouldn't I be asking that?” Yoongi spoke as quietly as you, his hand reaching out to push your hair behind your ear.
“I'm not sure.” you looked at his lips again, with a small nervous laugh as your hand rested on his thigh.
“I’m okay with it.” he told you, holding back from lunging for your lips again.
“Me too. Definitely.”
That was all Yoongi needed to slip his hand to the back of your neck and drag you into another kiss. This time it was longer, a little harder than the soft peck. He moved his mouth first and you followed suit, slightly parting your lips for his tongue to slip into yours. Your little breathy sounds, paired with the tightening of your hand on his thigh, were making Yoongi a little dizzy.
You were melting into his kiss, following every lick and every flick of his tongue, allowing him to dictate the pace, deepen the kiss when he wanted. It wasn’t missed on Yoongi how much trust you actually put on him to have these experiences with, and he would make sure you never regretted it.
Even if nothing ever came of this, he wouldn’t burden you with his broken heart, but continue to support you and be there for you regardless.
As your hand started moving on his thigh, hiking up, Yoongi groaned against your lips and you swallowed the noise, replying to it with a tiny moan. Yoongi took your bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently, which made your hand squeeze at his thigh and he parted his legs for you in an invitation.
You didn’t move it to where Yoongi wanted and when he let go of your lip and studied your face, he understood why. He could see how reluctant and shy you looked, eyes pleading with him to help you just a little more.
“It’s okay.” he assured you, voice coming out raspy. “Give me your hand.”
You put your palm in his and when Yoongi gently tugged it closer to his ever growing bulge, there was no pulling back, no halting. Just the fear of not knowing what to do. You let out a little gasp as Yoongi placed your hand over the outline of his cock, molding your fingers around it so you could feel all of him.
“Oh my god.” you breathed out with a little laugh.
“Too much?” he checked, loosening the hold on your hand in case you wished to pull back.
But now that you were let go of, you didn’t retreat, but started touching him, over his pants, at your own accord. You squeezed a little, testing the pressure, tracing the length, and Yoongi’s head fell against the back of the couch, eyes hooded and stuck on you, reading your every reaction.
Small sighs and groans left his lips each time you did something he really liked, which made you ask:
“Does it feel nice?” your whole hand was palming at his crotch and he had to suppress the need to push his hips into your hand, only managing to nod. “You look so good like this.”
The praise was too much, and he didn’t want to cum inside his pants, just from this, so he chose to stare into the ceiling instead. It did little to quell his worries of not lasting long as you took it as an invitation to kiss his neck. Your lips felt as soft as they did against his and the way you let your tongue lick at his heated skin made him bite back a moan.
“Can I see you?” you asked in a whiny tone, delivered to his ear, making his cock jump. He wondered if you could feel it.
“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded and you moved your hand back to his thigh, leaving his neck with one last kiss under his jaw. It was his turn to become a little embarrassed as he said: “Uh, you should know, dicks are pretty different from one another, so.”
“I know, I’ve seen dicks before.” you giggled. “I’ve watched porn, Yoon.”
Right.
Yoongi cursed at himself, because of course you knew what a dick was supposed to look like. You might be inexperienced when it came to having practice, but you weren’t sheltered, you weren’t naive, and you clearly weren’t innocent; not with the type of stuff you wrote about. At least your giggle calmed him down a little, and his own embarrassment made his impending release recede.
He pushed his sleeves all the way up to his elbows and pulled the hem of the sweater from the inside of his pants, revealing a small strip of skin of his lower stomach for you. Yoongi didn’t know what your little gasp meant, but he chose to believe it was positive. You adjusted yourself on the couch as his fingers reached his pants’ button and fly, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled them down.
Not trying to drag this out or make a mystery of it, Yoongi lifted his hips to push his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs; a quick pull off of a bandaid, so to speak. His cock jumped free, resting against his lower belly. Hard, leaking pre-cum, the tip a familiar shade of darker pink.
He really regretted not masturbating in the shower before everyone arrived, because at least the edge would be off and Yoongi wouldn’t need to fear getting off the moment you touched him for the first time.
You didn’t do much at first, and Yoongi was almost afraid to look at you and find disappointment in your eyes. Your eyes were a little glossy as your tongue poked between your pouty lips. When you noticed his gaze was on you, the spell broke and you reacted.
“You– Uhm. That’s a big one, right?” you asked with a flushed face and neck. “I know I said I’ve seen them, and I know what it’s supposed to be like, but. I didn’t expect it to be so long? And fat.”
Your choice of words made Yoongi laugh, an actual belly laugh, shaking shoulders and everything. It made your eyes widen as you blinked cutely, clearly embarrassed.
“Thanks, doll.” he grinned as his laughter subsided. “And yeah, I’m a little above average.”
“A little?” your eyebrow arched in suspicion as your eyes followed the movement of his hand as he held his cock, squeezing a little to alleviate some of the ache. “Since when are you modest?”
“Alright, I have a big dick.” he agreed with a shrug as he took a leap of faith and kissed your cheek with a hot smack.
“That’s more like the Yoongi I know and love.” you giggled, clearly oblivious to the way your words affected him.
Yoongi knew you meant in a friendly kind of love, he felt the same way towards you. But his feelings went a little beyond that, which caused his heart to clench and expand in his chest as he basked in your love, however innocent and platonic it was.
“Can I touch you?” you asked and Yoongi really wanted to say you could do anything at all to him.
“Go ahead.”
This is the part Yoongi thought would be weird. In his mind, maybe he pictured you poking him in the dick, giggling like a schoolgirl, maybe frowning or looking a little disgusted. God knows that he didn’t really know what to do when he saw a pussy for the first time.
But you were gentle with the way your fingertips touched him, following the vein on the underside of it, using your thumb to spread the leaking pre-cum around his velvety tip. You were paying attention, yes, and studying him. But it didn’t make him feel under a microscope. If anything, it made Yoongi feel appreciated.
Your small hand wrapped around his cock and Yoongi sighed, his free hand was resting next to you on the sofa and he had to hold back the urge of touching you. Your thigh was so close to his hand that he could feel the warmth emanating from you, but you hadn’t talked about it yet and he feared you might not like that.
For now he had to appreciate the feeling of your hand on him, which was more than he ever thought he’d get.
When you let go of him, Yoongi feared that might be it, all you needed from him tonight, that you’d tell him you gathered all the information you needed for the chapter. He missed your touch already and having to touch himself after you left would not only be sad, but a little pathetic.
You were full of surprises, however, as you brought your hand to your lips and sucked on your tongue, letting your spit fall on your palm. You did know what you were doing after all, as he didn’t need to instruct you when your hand got back to his cock and you spread your spit all over him.
There were things you were trying, Yoongi noticed as he let go of his shaft in order to allow you to take over. The more you touched him, the more confident you grew, tugging him a little harder, jerking him a little faster. When you fisted at his tip, your small hand wrapping around it and squeezing as your wrist flicked, Yoongi’s moan was too loud.
“Oh, you like that.” it wasn’t a question, but an affirmation as you repeated it one more time before dropping your hand in a tight ‘o’ all the way down to his base.
“Yeah, it’s uhm–sensitive.”
Yoongi was breathing heavily as you tugged and stroked his cock. You were a little messy, a bit awkward at times, not really following a steady rhythm, but Yoongi found out that he liked that.
“I can feel you pulsing.” you commented in awe, letting out small whines that were half the cause for that very throbbing you were feeling against your palm. “Does that mean you’re close?”
“Not always.” he shook his head, not sure if he rather look at his cock disappearing and poking out from your fist, or your pretty face as you were obviously getting hot and bothered by this. “But I am.”
That last information seemed to light a whole new fire within you, making your movements a little more firm and determined. You teased his slit with your thumb as the rest of your hand worked on the underside of his head, making him let out raspy moans, sweat starting to cling at his skin.
It took him completely by surprise as your free hand dipped into his hair and you stared at his lips until Yoongi took the hint and leaned in the rest of the way to capture your lips with his. He couldn’t really kiss you properly, not in the way that he wanted to, and it basically meant that he was moaning against your lips and licking around your mouth more than actually kissing, but it was tearing whines from you either way, and your movements never stopped.
“Gonna cum, baby–”
The term of endearment was a slip, one that Yoongi would justify by being in the throes of the moment if you ever asked him about it, and not because he dreamed about calling you baby for years now. You didn’t complain, however, as you flicked your wrist in an upstroke, in that way you already knew he liked, and you squeezed at his hair just as he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Yoongi felt his lower stomach tense, his cock throb as it felt impossibly hard and borderline painful. He let go of what was holding him back and allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure the girl of his dreams was giving him; thick ribbons of white shooting out of his tip as he groaned what sounded a lot like your name.
You pulled away from his lips to look as the last strings leaked out, movements slowing down, but not completely stopping.
“That was beautiful.” you said in that breathy tone that let Yoongi know you were affected. “You’re so beautiful, Yoongi.”
“Stop that.” he chuckled, cheeks flustered as he watched you milk his cock of the last drops. “I’m the one who had an orgasm, you’re not supposed to be the delirious one.”
“I mean it.” you assured him, not an ounce of doubt in your words. “You’re incredible.”
"You're the one who did all the work, doll."
You giggled softly because you agreed, letting his softening cock go as you rested it against his stomach. Clearly you didn't know what to do next, and Yoongi intended on getting up to clean himself up, grab some tissues to clean your hand, he just needed a couple of minutes to catch his breath.
Yoongi watched as you brought your dirty hand to your face to sniff his release and then swipe your tongue, licking at his cum. It made him groan and intake a breath, wanting to laugh at your childish curiosity. Your nose scrunched a little, obviously surprised, but you weren't gaging, which was a good thing.
"That's stronger than I thought." was your conclusion. "Not horrible, though."
Yoongi wanted to tell you that the taste and the way cum looked changed a little, depending on how many times and how often people with dicks had sex or masturbated, but that would include telling you that his sex life was practically nonexistent and even his solo time was cut short by his long studio hours.
"Can I wash my hands on your sink?" you asked already up from the couch and walking a little funny as you tried to play it cool.
"Sure."
Yoongi could only imagine why you were walking like that, wondering if your panties were so wet with your arousal that you were a little uncomfortable. Of course that would mean that you actually enjoyed yourself while jerking him off, that it wasn't purely for your research.
And then again, didn't he already know that? He saw the way you looked at him, he heard your little mewls and moans and you didn't have to kiss him like that but you still did.
When you got back to the couch, your hand was clean and you were offering him a paper towel so he could clean himself too, realizing then that he was just sitting there, pants still around his thighs and cock out. He felt a little silly, but took the paper and wiped himself as best as he could before tucking himself back into his underwear and buttoning his pants in place.
"I had fun tonight." you told him, in what should be a way of saying goodbye, but it didn't match the way you settled on his couch once more, folding your legs under you
"Yeah? You seemed to enjoy the movie." Yoongi turned toward you after bunching the paper towel in a sticky ball and throwing it at his center table.
"I mean with you." you half whispered, tapping your bottom lip as an irrational movement, which inevitably dragged Yoongi’s eyes to them. "I'm glad I came to you with this."
"So you haven't changed your mind?"
You shook your head, lighting up with a smile as you said: "I'm excited to try more."
"Like what?" Yoongi had suggestions of his own, but this was about you so he didn't want to project his own wishes and wants on you.
And, thankfully, you were pretty good at telling him what you wanted, despite how shy you got while at it.
"Maybe you could do something to me next time?" you offered, Yoongi nodded. "Like… whatever you feel like."
"Want me to eat you out?"
"Are you offering or asking me?" you replied, eyes a little wide, breath a little dragged.
"Same thing, doll."
"Okay."
You agreed softly and it was all Yoongi needed to pull his legs up and crawl to you. Your eyes only grew as you watched him approach, hands resting on his chest as he began laying you down on his couch, gazes stuck to each other.
“Y–you mean n–now?” you stuttered and even that sounded cute to Yoongi.
“Is that okay?” he paused, nose an inch away from yours.
“Yeah.” you sighed, letting your back fall against the couch, head resting on the arm of the sofa.
“Stop me anytime you want.” Yoongi told you, leaning forward to peck your lips. “Or tell me to keep going when you like something.”
“I’m convinced I’ll like everything coming from you.” you admitted with a shy chuckle, hands on each side of Yoongi’s neck as you kept him there to kiss his lips a little longer.
“I sure hope so.” his laugh was easy, as was everything when it came to you. No matter how complicated his feelings were.
Yoongi dragged his lips against your skin, from your jaw and down to your throat. Your legs parted for him to fit in between them and as your hands got lost in his long hair, making him grunt appreciatively each time you pulled, it felt like an invitation for him to touch you, to feel you. He trusted that you would stop him if you didn’t want any of it, and you never did.
This didn’t feel like an agreement, didn’t feel like he was doing you a favor by showing you how things worked, making you feel things for the sake of gathering experience for your book. So it was easy to forget that’s all it was, and even easier to feel like you were lovers.
Yoongi’s hands were roaming your body, touching your sides until he reached your thigh. His mouth was opening and closing against your neck, tongue licking at your skin as you squirmed under him, letting out the prettiest moans. More than anything, he wanted to bite you, leave a pretty bruise on your skin, mark you as his.
But you weren’t. So he couldn’t.
“Yoon, please.” you pleaded, so sweetly that it made his cock stir inside his pants.
Yoongi could never deny you, he wasn’t about to start now. Pulling back from you to kneel between your legs, he was slow with the way he raised the skirt of your overalls, just enough to let him see your bottom half, the softness of your lower stomach and your cute belly button. He didn't want to seem too greedy and raise it up too much.
Even though he was.
You were wearing black panties, a little sheer, delicate fabric, with tiny lace frills around the elastic band and an even tinier bow at the front. It wasn’t the kind of underwear one wore if no one was about to see them. It made him wonder if you picked those for him.
Did you wear them just in case? Did you worry about him liking it?
The way you were staring at him expectantly let him know that you did.
“I like these.” he told you and you smiled with pink cheeks. “Were you thinking of me when you chose to wear them?”
“I bought them for you.” you admitted with a squirm, threatening to close your legs, but his body was on the way. “I didn’t really have any reasons to own lingerie before.”
Does the top match? He wanted to ask, but refrained from it. All in due time.
Yoongi touched your knees, thighs, feeling your smooth skin under his fingertips, all the way up your hips to hook his fingers on the elastic bands. “Is it okay if I take them off?”
“Uh–” you hesitated, which made Yoongi worry. He started to retrieve his hands when you held onto his wrists to keep them there. “Yeah, it’s fine, just– What if you think I look weird?”
“You could never look weird, doll.” he marveled.
You huffed in a ‘how would you know’ way and chided: “I hope you know you’ll be the first to see me like this.” as if he didn’t know. As if he wasn’t fucking proud of that. “Well, you and the brazilian lady from the waxing place yesterday, but I don’t think she counts.”
“I can live with that.”
He could also live here. With you under him. On his couch. Sharing his space. Your laughs filling the silence of his home, your touches filling the empty spots of his heart.
When you let go of his wrists and lifted your hips, Yoongi pulled your underwear down your legs, trying not to stare, but unable to look away as you were revealed for him. You were perfect, but he knew you would be. Soft lips, looking a little puffy as your arousal clinged to you, making you all shiny and delicious.
You spread your legs a little wider, opening yourself to him, inviting him in. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, there was no question about it. Yoongi had never been rendered speechless like this before, hands resting on your legs as he just… Breathed.
Hard.
Heavy.
You reached out for his wrist, squeezing it, thumb caressing his skin in a way that was soothing, as if he was the one that needed reassurance. It was enough to make him snap out of whatever trance he was under and lean down to lay on the couch, between your legs, and start to kiss the inside of your thigh.
“Oh, fuck.”
He had never heard you curse like that before, and it made him greedy to hear more of that. Yoongi trailed kisses on your skin, moving closer and closer to your pussy until he reached it. Yoongi didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he couldn’t really go slow, not when he was dying to taste you.
His tongue slipped out of his mouth and dipped between your folds, licking a stripe all the way up. Your moan was worth it, your taste was better than he could have expected.
“How’s that?” Yoongi checked in with you, peppering kisses all over your lips before moving his tongue up and down your soaking cunt.
“That–shit, I– my god, Yoongi!”
“That good, huh?” he chuckled close to your pussy so you would feel the vibrations and it made you arch your back.
“Can you just– keep going?”
Yoongi looked at you from between your legs, noticing the lip worried between your teeth, your half lidded gaze, the hands resting on your lower stomach as you squeezed the suede fabric of your dress.
His hands slipped under your thighs and he pulled you down with strong arms, making you squeal and cry out as his mouth latched onto your pussy and he ate you like a man starved. Yoongi was good at it, if he said so himself, and he was about to prove it to you.
His tongue was quick and purposeful as he explored your pussy, teasing your hole with little circles, only to drag all the way up to your clit. He was drinking from you, swallowing hard, using his lips and tongue to make you feel good. You weren’t able to stay quiet, it seemed, hips starting to rock at their own accord.
“You taste so fucking good.” he told you, and it was true.
“You feel really good, too.” you admitted with a long, dragged moan.
His lips formed a pout around your clit and Yoongi held it there, sucking softly with rhythmic movements of his tongue around it. That’s when your hand grabbed onto his hair and you held on for dear life, keeping him there. Not that he would dare move as your moans and the clenching of your cunt under him were telling him you were close.
It was more than a little exciting, to know he was the first to taste you, the first to make you unravel like this, the first person to make you cum. In a way, even if nothing serious came out of this, Yoongi would still forever be your first. He hoped you’d always remember him like this, with his face shoved between your legs. A more selfish part of him hoped no one would ever be this good to you, no one would make you moan and cry so loud that the neighbors might hear.
Yoongi could worry about those implications later, for now he would focus on making you cum on his tongue.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close, please don’t stop, please–”
Your pleas and moans were desperate, making Yoongi almost start to hump his own couch just to find relief for his bulge that was already swollen and begging for attention. The sting on his scalp was painful, but he loved it, especially because it meant you were enjoying yourself.
Yoongi’s sole focus was on your clit, drawing quick circles with the flat of his tongue, until a cry of his name made his ears buzz and his eyes roll to the back of his head as you started trembling underneath him, your orgasm washing over you. Your thighs closed around his head, keeping him there, and he continued to lick you through your climax, a little gentler this time, so that you could enjoy that feeling for as long as possible.
Only when your hand dropped from his hair and your legs fell open, did he stop.
You were both breathless when Yoongi pulled away to lay down next to you. He was so drunk on you and your taste on his lips that he didn’t let his overthinking get the best of him. Yoongi simply pulled you into his chest, and you willingly clung to him, laying on your side, as you tried to regulate your breathing.
“If that’s how it always feels, I’m really fucking mad at myself for not doing this before.” you giggled, but it was muffled by his chest.
“That’s how it always feels with me.” Yoongi pointed out, letting himself brag. “Unfortunately, most guys out there don’t know where anything is.”
“Oh.” you looked up at him with somewhat wet eyes and red bitten lips. “Well. I might just keep coming back to you, then.”
“That’s fine with me, doll.”
OCTOBER 11TH | 16:05
If one wanted to find Min Yoongi, chances were, he’d be in his studio. His workspace, located in a tall building in Yeongsan, was where he spent most of his days, including weekends. The studio, affectionately named Genius Lab, had everything Yoongi needed; his desk filled with the best equipment for recording and producing, a couch where he could nap whenever he was too tired to function properly, a mini fridge where he kept a few drinks and quick snacks, and dark decor and lighting that made the space entertaining and homey enough.
On a good day, he’d be in the zone. So focused on whatever he was working on that day that the world could be falling to pieces outside of his soundproof walls, there could be a zombie outbreak, and Yoongi wouldn’t even notice it.
But then there were days like today.
Yoongi had been going over the same verse for what felt like the thousandth time and he simply did not like how it sounded, his metaphors weren’t good enough, the flow was weak. And the producer, lyricist and rapper wasn’t the kind to just easily move on to the next project, come back to this later with a clearer mind. No, Yoongi would obsess over something and only actually move forward once he fixed what needed fixing.
His back was killing him from being hunched over his keyboard for the last however many minutes, his neck felt stiff, and he was stressed. Grabbing for his phone on his desk, Yoongi noticed two things.
Firstly, it was the middle of the afternoon already, when he thought it was just after lunch, so maybe he was stuck on this one song for longer than he hoped.
And, secondly, Yoongi missed you.
Now, he didn’t have it that bad for you that simply looking at the time reminded him of you, no. But your face was the image that greeted him when he awoke his sleeping phone, staring back at him, right on his screen background. Again, he was that obsessed to have made you his wallpaper, you had done it yourself, just five days ago, in what he was sure was supposed to be a joke, a lesson to not leave his phone unattended next to you.
Yoongi just didn’t have the time to change it back to the picture of his family dog just yet.
Things between the two of you had been going steady for the past few weeks now, almost a whole month ever since you walked into this very room and asked him to help you learn things for your book. You saw each other a few times every week, either with your friends or just you and him, but something always happened.
Either hidden kisses and stolen moments behind the boys’ backs, or you’d go to his apartment over the weekend and stay the night. Your sessions usually involved a lot of making out, some heavy groping, handjobs, fingering or he’d eat you out. You always had lots of questions for him, which he did his best to answer with examples and practicing time.
Yoongi wondered if you were as affected by it as he was. Sometimes he asked himself if your yearning eyes, long lasting touches and sweet kisses even after you were done meant something to you as much as they meant to him. He didn’t think you were a cruel person to pretend not to notice how infatuated he was with you, but there were only so many times one could call another person baby or fall asleep holding each other, before one starts to wonder if there’s something more there.
As Yoongi’s phone turned dark again, he wondered if you were busy. You lived fairly close to his work, everyone in the building pretty much already knew you, so he wouldn’t get in trouble if you came over. He could use a distraction, maybe you could have something to drink at the coffee shop downstairs, it’s been a while since you met there for an afternoon snack.
To say that escalated would be an understatement. Yoongi didn’t message you with those intentions in mind, but after reading the text conversation again, he could understand how he sounded. The man was slightly awkward when it came to texting, much preferring calls or talking in person. You were always full of emojis and funny ways of communicating, which he thought was cute.
But then again, Yoongi thought everything you did was cute.
And he had exactly twenty minutes to get his shit together and stop acting like such a simp, as that was the time that it took for you to walk from your apartment to his studio. A little more than that if you were in your pajamas and had to change before leaving the house.
At the knock on his door, Yoongi got up to unlock his studio and let you in, but before he could even say hello, you were throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. Just a smack of your lips, but still enough to surprise Yoongi.
“Hi.” you whispered with a little smile. You had never greeted him like this before, especially not in the middle of the hallway, where anyone could see.
“Hey–” Yoongi finally snapped out of it as you slipped your shoes off and walked into the room, going straight to the couch. “I swear this isn’t a booty call.”
He didn’t really know why he felt the need to reiterate his pure intentions, lest you think that’s the only reason he had to want you over.
“I know, I was just messing with you.” you giggled as you folded your legs under yourself and Yoongi took a breath of relief. “I just guessed you either wanted to show me something new or a distraction from your genius creations.”
Yoongi scoffed lightly as he walked back to his chair, dropping down onto it with a squeak. “Got nothing genius to share today, I’m afraid.”
“New project giving you a hard time?” you asked, leaning forward and tilting your head as you watched him.
“You could say that.” Yoongi nodded, bringing a thumb to his mouth to bite and pull at the little piece of skin that had been bothering him for the past hour.
“Is it for the important meeting you have next week?” you asked as you pulled his hand away from his mouth and brought it to your own lips to kiss at the corner of his finger as you noticed how red it looked.
And this shit right here, this is exactly what he meant. There’s no way you didn’t feel something for him, when you did things like these, right? Wishful thinking or not, it made Yoongi’s heart swoon and his cheeks feel hot.
“Not at all, so I guess I have two reasons to be worried.” his laugh was void of amusement and filled with self-deprecation.
“Oh, no.” you scrunched your nose, only now letting go of his hand. “Honestly, Yoon, you have no reason to worry at all. Not about the meeting, not about whatever project is being annoying. You’re great. You’re more than great, you’re the best producer I know.”
“Do you know many producers?” Yoongi challenged you with a cocked eyebrow, and this time his laugh was a little more real.
“At least two.” you pointed out in a matter of factly way. “And don’t tell Hobi, but you’re my favorite one.”
“How can I be sure you don’t tell him the same thing?”
“I guess you’ll never know.” you grinned, white teeth behind a dark lipstick smile. Now that autumn was in full swing, your wardrobe and seasonal makeup were changing, it seemed. “Is that for Agust D or someone else?”
You were nodding at his computer screen behind him, which was still opened in the latest mixing program he used to add his vocals to the melody he already had.
“That’s mine, yeah.”
“What’s the problem with it?” you got up from the couch, walking to the desk and leaning over it with your hands flat on the wood top. Yoongi turned his chair to face you, smiling at the lines on your forehead as you tried to figure out what all of the lines, splits and soundwaves meant.
“Not sure I like it.” he told you with a long, dragged out sigh.
“Can I hear what you have so far?” you asked as you turned to him instead of the monitor.
And, the thing was, Yoongi never let anybody hear his songs before he was 100% happy with it. Not Hoseok. Not Pdogg. Not even Bang PD and that was his boss. But you were looking at him so expectantly, and you were always so excited to be one of the firsts to hear his music that he couldn’t say no to you. Ever.
Yoongi nodded and your sweet smile was already enough to calm his nerves and ill intended feelings towards his music.
Yoongi rolled his chair a little closer to you, so he could reach for his mouse and move the song back to the start so he could play it for you, but you took it as an invitation to sit on his lap. Not that he wouldn’t actually invite you if he thought it was an option. Which he didn’t. But he was glad that it was.
The producer was also glad for the way that you so naturally fit there, sitting on his leg, one arm naturally circling his shoulders as his wrapped around your waist to make sure you were balanced.
“What is it called?” you were asking, looking at him from so close that he could see the little freckle on your eye.
“People.”
Yoongi pressed the right button with the mouse and adjusted the volume of the song so you could hear everything as one and not be deafened by the bass that he was working on previously. The song sounded a little different from what he was used to putting out, like ‘Agust D’, ‘Give it to me’ or ‘The last’, which was probably the reason he was feeling so weird about it in the first place.
It’s not that he didn’t like the song itself, but he was worried that it was not what people expected of him.
You were nodding your head as you both listened to it playing, trying to school your features in an attempt to not let it show how you felt about it. But when it got to the chorus, you couldn’t hold back the smile that was pushed onto your lips as you heard him sing.
Yoongi avoided looking at you after that, as his own smile was difficult to contain.
When the song came to an end, you turned to him with the biggest grin, and Yoongi’s cheeks were puffed as she smiled at your reactions; internally rolling his eyes at himself and his inability of keeping a straight face when it came to you and his music.
“So, what’s wrong with it?” you asked as the hand that was around his shoulders touched the back of his neck, nails scratching at his nape.
“I–” Yoongi sighed, almost purred, relaxing into your touch, forehead resting on your cheek as he couldn’t help himself. “Don’t remember.”
“That sounds more like it.” you giggled, wrapping the other arm around him as he did the same to your middle. “All you needed was to get out of your head a little, huh?”
“I guess.”
And you. He definitely needed you. To wordlessly assure him his song was good, to enjoy listening to it, making him laugh and breathe and stop overthinking. You barely did anything at all and yet it felt like so much.
“Glad I could help.” you were smiling. Yoongi could feel it even if he couldn’t see it.
“You always do.”
“I can… You know?” you started softly, almost hesitantly, and Yoongi pulled back enough to look at you. Explaining, you said: “Help you.”
“You just did.” he insisted, but Yoongi could read it in your eyes that there was something more.
“No, I mean… This arrangement doesn’t have to be just for me.” your eyes dropped to his lips and Yoongi licked at his bottom lip on instinct, something inside him stirring into life. “I’m here if you need me. For whatever.”
“Doll.”
It was a warning, but Yoongi wasn’t sure of what. Was he warning you that he might say yes? That he might be falling for you? At this point it felt like it was too late to warn you about that last one.
“Would you let me?” you asked, a little more steadily, hand touching the side of his face, thumb running across his cheek. “Let me take care of you.”
“Okay.”
“Can I kiss you?”
Yoongi nodded, even if you didn’t even have to ask. This was dangerous, at least for the man, as kissing you was easily becoming one of his favorite things to do. He hugged you a little tighter as you started placing tiny kisses against his lips, just because. And then your mouth pressed against his, properly this time, and it stayed there for a while longer.
You were dictating the pace and the intensity of the kiss, and Yoongi let you. He wanted to see how far you would take this, how you intended on taking care of him, so he followed your lead, moving his lips against yours only when you did so. Your tongue slipped past your lips to lick at his and Yoongi parted his mouth and chased yours.
Only for you to pull back with a teasing little smile and playful eyes.
“What a greedy boy.” you whispered, the hand on his nape slipping into his hair.
“Baby, please.” Yoongi heard himself saying, avoiding your eyes.
“Hm. I like that.” with a stronger hold of his hair, you made his neck bend backwards.
Yoongi gasped in surprise and asked: “When I say please?”
“When you call me baby.”
You were smiling against his neck as you kissed just under his jaw, teeth nipping at his skin and Yoongi wanted you to claim him just as much as he wished he could claim you.
Yoongi’s hands were around you, squeezing you, pressing his fingertips as he tried to feel more of you. Your sweet smile was the last thing he saw when his eyes fluttered closed and you kissed his lips. Really kissed, squeezing his long hair between your fingers once more, slipping your tongue past his lips to lick at his.
Your lips moved in sync, dragging over each other’s, with so much more familiarity than the first time you kissed, but the bat-like butterflies were still there. Yoongi knew the taste of your lips, and he knew you liked it when he sucked on your bottom lip or pushed his tongue deeper into your mouth to take control back.
Your little, breathy moan was swallowed by Yoongi as his hand dropped to your ass and he squeezed.
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, babe.” you said with a little whine and Yoongi’s body twitched with the new pet name.
“How are you planning on doing that?” he challenged, staring at your swollen bottom lip, taking it into his mouth before you had the chance to reply.
With a new moan, eyes closing shut, your hand slid down Yoongi’s body, between his legs, to palm his growing bulge. Yoongi hissed and let go of your lip, spreading his legs wider and shamelessly so you’d have more space to work with.
“Let me show you.”
With one last press of your mouths, you left his lap and sunk down to the floor, sitting on your feet between his legs, thighs pressed together as your small hands rested atop his. Yoongi’s breath got caught up in his throat as this was a sight he longed to see for longer than he’d ever openly admit.
Up until this point in your arrangement, you hadn’t yet done what you were so clearly hinting at. You hadn’t reached that part of your book just yet, but it was just another proof that today wasn’t about your book, but about Yoongi. As long as you wanted it too, so he checked:
“You know you don’t have to, right?” his hand landed softly on top of yours as he caressed your smooth skin.
“I want you, Yoongi.”
The way you said those words made Yoongi believe in much more than what you were about to do right now. It gave him hope that, maybe, one day they would be true the way he wanted them to be.
You scooted just a little closer to his legs, cheek rubbing on the inside of his thigh as you laid your head there, staring up at him with uncertain eyes that told him you weren’t quite sure what to do. But Yoongi didn’t hurry you, more than okay with following your pace, letting you explore and experiment.
Just as long as he could keep looking at you like this.
A gentle hand touched your face, tracing the curve of your nose, down to the shape of your cupid's bow, pulling gently on your bottom lip to see it part. You closed your eyes as you basked in his caresses, mouth opening to lick at the pad of Yoongi’s thumb making not only his breath grow heavy, but his dick twitch in his pants.
“My pretty girl.” Yoongi’s words left him without much thought.
“Yeah?” you sighed, eyes fluttering as your face pulled away from his legs and your hands reached for the waistband of his pants. “Are you claiming me?”
Yoongi felt hot all over, in his cheeks, in his chest, toes curling inside his studio slippers. You had no idea just how badly he wanted to claim you, in every sense of the word.
He lifted his hips higher as you pulled his trousers down his legs; not sure if this was the best day to not wear anything else under his soft cotton pants. It made your job easier and it cut back on the teasing, but when his cock sprung free, already hard and ready, your eyes widened slightly with overwhelming.
You tried not to let it show, or maybe you were just a little more eager to see him bare, letting the pants fall around his ankles as he spread his legs just a little wider. Yoongi was past the point of feeling self conscious about showing himself to you like this, letting your curious eyes roam all of him, but this was a new angle for you, and he wondered what you were thinking.
You held his cock from the base, raising a little on your knees to reach his tip. Your hand wrapping around him was familiar, he knew your grip, the feel of your smooth fingers. But the feeling of your lips dragging up his shaft was brand new, as was the wetness of your tongue as you licked at the tip.
Yoongi pushed the backrest of his chair a little further back to recline it, hands holding tightly onto the arm rests on each side of him. Suddenly his shirt felt too hot as it started clinging to his chest, but removing it felt like too much for right now, even for him.
You teased the slit of his cock with the tip of your tongue, swirling it around the crown, hand moving up and down slowly, as if you had done this a million times before, as if you knew what Yoongi liked. The slide of your hand was a little dry, so you pulled away from him to spit on your palm and make it better.
Yoongi’s breath hitched and came out as a slow moan as you wrapped your lips around his tip once you returned to what you were doing, looking up at him as if asking if it was okay.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” he told you in a raspy voice that made your eyes flutter. “Keep going.”
You nodded, seemingly forgetting you had a cock in your mouth, which made it slide just a little deeper into your mouth. It made Yoongi moan a little louder as he felt more of the warmth of your mouth, and you liked that, sinking down just a little further until you both felt the moment he hit the back of your throat.
You sputtered with surprise, pulling off of him as you held back a cough with a hand over your lips.
“Easy, baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” he assured you with a fond smile. “You’ll learn to deepthroat with time.”
“Wanna make you feel good, Yoon.” you pouted, bringing your lips to his cock again.
“You are.” he nodded through half lidded eyes, fingers twitching on the arm rests as he controlled the urge to hold you by the hair or back of your head. “Just put it in your mouth. Suck a little.”
You did exactly that, wrapping pouty lips around the tip, moving your tongue around it inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you gave it experimental sucks. You hummed as his pre-cum dribbled out of him and onto your tongue, and Yoongi’s eyes rolled as he heard you audibly swallow.
“Fuck, that’s it.” he cursed low and heavy.
A little more confident, your lips dragged down his cock, pushing a little more of him inside, sliding on the flat of your tongue. Whatever you couldn’t fit inside –which was a lot–, you worked with your hand in tugs and strokes. You looked so perfect like this, spit coming out of the corners of your mouth, tears brimming your eyes, jaw probably aching to accommodate his girth.
When you pulled out again it was in search of air, breathing as hard as he was. Your hand stroked Yoongi’s cock in that way you already knew he liked, closing a fist around the head as you twisted your wrist and pumped up and down. You were mouthing on his shaft, licking and sucking on his skin, tracing the engorged vein.
Instead of making it up to the top again, your lips dragged down and down and Yoongi’s heart was in his throat. Your mouth was hot and wet as you took one of his heavy balls into your mouth, eyes on his face as if to ask if that was okay.
“Shit, that’s nice–” he made sure to tell you, no longer able to control his hands on his sides.
He held you by the back of your neck with a firm hold, squeezing your nape to encourage you to suck a little harder, which he instantly regretted as it made his lower stomach tense. Yoongi tugged gently on your hair to pull you off his sac and it should be illegal how innocent and wide eyes you looked during such an act.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” you asked with a scratchy voice, which made you frown and Yoongi chuckle.
“No, doll, that was too good.” he sighed a breathy gasp.
“Oh.” you smiled, a little shy, hand never stopping the long tugs of his cock. With a giggle, you admitted: “I think I like sucking you off.”
“Yeah?” Yoongi’s smile was still fond, despite the tension on his limbs and the sweat covering his body. “Think you can make me cum like this, hm?”
You nodded with vigor, not an ounce of doubt in your stance. Yoongi chuckled, but it would hardly be a challenge when you were getting him so close to his end already.
A jolt of hot, white pleasure coursed through him as you mouth was on him again, fingers tightening on your hair as you covered your teeth with your lips as you sunk down and sucked harder as you pulled off. You started bobbing on his cock, pumping his shaft, fist connected to your lips to give Yoongi the feeling of being buried deep into your wet mouth.
You started sinking lower and lower, not taking him all the way, but Yoongi felt your throat open and contract around him as you tried and tried to push him as deep as you could. Yoongi was a mindless mess, nothing else existed outside of his studio, nothing else mattered but the pure bliss you were inflicting on him.
With droopy eyes, Yoongi watched you make a mess out of him, spit leaking from your mouth and covering your fingers and his cock. His cock was throbbing, painfully hard, twitching in time with his untamed moans that only made you keep going.
Your free hand cradled his balls gently, squeezing as they felt heavier, drawing up as his lower stomach tensed. He wanted to hold your pretty face in place and fuck his cook deep down your throat, but it was much too soon for that. Instead, he just sat there, about to go insane with how good you were making him feel.
Yoongi had no warning words for you, but you didn’t need them as you read the familiar signs of when he was about to cum; the pulsing of the fat vein on the underside, the twitches of his muscles, the groans and rough moans he wasn’t trying to contain anymore.
Your lips stayed around his crown, tongue swirling and twirling around it with little sucks of your mouth as your fist twisted just under the tip. That and the harder squeeze of his balls was too much for him to hold back from. Yoongi felt his whole body flush, jolting with pure ecstasy that pushed him a little deeper, just as his orgasm hit him like a truck.
He spilled inside your mouth with thick ribbons of white and you closed your eyes as you let him use your mouth. You were humming, he thought he heard it through his ringing ears, as you swallowed his load like a good girl.
Some of it escaped from the corner of your mouth and you licked it clean after you pulled off of him once you milked the last drop of his release. Yoongi was breathing hard, with a stupidly proud grin on his face as you gave his softening cock little kisses.
“Was that acceptable?” you asked with those innocent eyes again.
“It was great, doll.” he nodded with a gummy smile, eyes closed as his hand dropped from the back of your head. “More than great. It was perfect.”
You were giggling as you stood up on wobbly legs, pulling Yoongi’s pants along. “I’ll believe you once you're not drunk on your orgasm.”
“Ask me again in ten minutes then.” he laughed, settling his pants around his hips and reaching for you.
“Does that mean I get to stay a little more?” you beamed, sitting on his lap, resting your red cheek against his shoulder.
“You can stay all day if you want.” You could stay forever.
OCTOBER 19TH | 17:26
Yoongi avoided leaving his studio in the middle of his workday. Not only did he have deadlines he had to match, but it was his safe space. A place that more often than not felt like his home more than his own apartment. But he didn’t mind leaving Genius Lab if it meant he got to see you for an hour, share a cup of coffee in the place that meant so much for the two of you.
The coffee shop across the street from the music company he worked for was the very place the two of you had met all those years ago. In an afternoon much like this one, where the autumn leaves were stuck to the wet pavement, a light rain was falling over central Seoul and the weather made you dress a little warmer.
That day you had been searching for a change of scenery as you wrote what would soon become your first published book, and Yoongi was looking for a different background after staring at his computer screen all day.
As he crossed the street, hands deep in his military-green jacket, hair partially hidden by a black beanie, Yoongi could already see you sitting at your preferred spot, by the big glass wall. Yoongi much rather sit deep into the shop, as the busy passers-by always posed a distraction to him whenever he tried to write lyrics outside of his usual set up.
You, however, always said that you liked to watch people walking by, often getting lost in watching the life outside the café. You were both writers, he supposed. But while he wrote songs to sing or rap, you built worlds for people to get lost in.
Yoongi could never do what you did.
He was about to knock on the glass, wave at you to show he arrived and was coming in, but as a guy approached you and took your attention completely, Yoongi froze. He knew who the guy was, having been served by the man many times during his visits to the coffee shop. And he also knew that Kai had a not so secret and very obvious crush on you.
Yoongi couldn’t blame the guy, he was in the same boat afterall, and you seemed oblivious to both of their infatuations with you. But it always rubbed Yoongi the wrong way, especially now. Even if he knew that this agreement you had going on gave him absolutely no claim over you whatsoever.
In fact, it made Yoongi’s throat feel a little dry as he realized that he wasn’t just teaching you things you could use in your book, but you could also use in real life. With other guys. With guys like Kai.
Not that hooking up with him –if he could even really call it that– would mean any great changes in your life. You were naturally flirty, but not obnoxiously so. And you were already confident, never afraid of speaking your mind, a social butterfly that made friends with anyone, anywhere.
All Yoongi was doing was taking the pressure off.
By sharing these experiences with you, all he did was make sure that your “firsts” were with someone you trusted, someone you wouldn’t regret down the line. Even if virginity was just a concept created by society to control and overpower women over the centuries and dictate their values, it was still kind of a big deal.
But once you were done with that unnecessary pressure, you’d be free to have all of the one night stands and adventures that your heart desired. You said so yourself, you never had them before because that’s not how you envisioned your first time.
Yoongi didn’t think that’s what you had in mind when you asked for his help, and he was positive you were focused on writing your book and that was it. But it didn’t mean that you wouldn’t realize this once you were done with the novel. Once you were done with him.
“Hey!” the knocking on the glass, coming from the inside, made Yoongi jump. You were looking at him expectantly with that sweet smile of yours, a little wave as you called him in. "Aren't you coming?"
"Yeah, yeah."
By the time Yoongi walked into the neutral colored coffee shop, Kai was already gone and you were closing the lid of your laptop, waiting for him to walk to you.
The smell of coffee and fresh pastries attacked Yoongi’s stomach, reminding him he had skipped lunch; a fact you’d definitely scold him for if you found out. He’d order something to eat in a bit, Kai never spent too long without an excuse to go back to your table anyway, at least he could do some work while blatantly flirting with you.
“What were you doing out there?” you asked him with an amused smile, looking cute in your mustard-yellow knitted sweater.
“Thought I forgot my phone for a sec.” he lied, patting the device on his pocket just to make sure he hadn’t actually.
“I highly doubt you would, that’s like an appendage to you at this point.” you joked, pushing the plate with an orange muffin towards Yoongi. “Here. Eat.”
“How–”
“How did I know you didn’t eat? Call it an educated guess.” you jutted out your chin, resting back against your chair and taking a sip of your drink. You were having a hot chocolate today, which wasn't surprising as it was your drink of choice whenever the weather started to turn cold. “I like to think I know you pretty well, Yoon.”
“If you really knew me, you’d have coffee waiting too.” Yoongi grumbled, using it to cover the fact that the knowledge you had of him and his habits made him a little giddy.
“Nope, not until you eat. I don’t want you developing stomach problems with the amount of caffeine you already drink.”
You shook your head, blowing on your hot chocolate before taking another sip. Yoongi listened to you, as he always did, and plucked pieces of the muffin to take into his mouth. This was his favorite baked good from this coffee shop, something he had never tried before you showed up in his life.
Now it was his usual order, his guilty pleasure to indulge in whenever he had a craving for something sweet. It didn’t have anything to do with you, he always tried to convince himself, it was just another one of his habits.
“Were you writing?” Yoongi asked as you seemed distracted watching a woman walk a small dog outside. The dog was wearing even smaller rain boots, which was no doubt the reason for your delighted smile.
“Mhm, I’m making progress, thankfully.” you nodded, attention moving back to him. “Thanks to you.”
“You’re the writer, I’m not doing anything.” he shrugged noncommittally, swallowing the last piece of his muffin.
“We both know that’s not true.” after noticing he was done eating, you looked at the counter of the shop, lifting your hand in a thumbs up that made Kai nod in the distance. “You’re helping me in an unconventional way, but you are.”
“As long as it’s really helping.”
Not even a minute later, Kai was back at your table, greeting Yoongi with an ‘afternoon, hyung’ and placing a coffee in front of him. One Yoongi hadn’t ordered or paid for. You had a proud little smile pulling on your berry-lipstick-lips, raising an eyebrow as if challenging Yoongi to say you didn’t know him again.
“I think I managed to fix most scenes.” you got back on the subject, leaning forward on the table with your elbows, holding the hot chocolate mug between your hands.
“Already?” Yoongi was surprised to say the least, but he knew what it was like to be under pressure to make through deadlines.
“Yes, but the first chapters are pretty tame, so.” you justified. “Nothing I really need to delete and start over.”
“Good.”
Yoongi got a little lost on the way you brought your drink to your lips, watching as your lipstick left a stain on the rim of the mug. He wondered how good that color would look staining his skin instead; his lips, his neck, his chest.
“What about you? How did that meeting go yesterday?” you asked him earnestly, reaching out to hold his hand on top of the table and Yoongi felt little shocks where your hands met.
“Ah, it went well, yeah. Pretty well, actually.” a tight lipped smile turned into a gummy one as he said: “I’m going to be working with Jae-sang sunbaenim.”
Your scoff was pained as you frowned: “I’m sorry, am I so out of the loop that I don’t know who that is?”
“You know him as PSY.”
The squeal that escaped your lips was high pitched enough to catch the attention of the table next to yours, but you never minded that and this time Yoongi didn’t mind the looks from strangers either.
“What?!” you hissed, a lot more contained this time. “No way!”
“I’m pretty excited about it, actually.” Yoongi let out a small sound of his own; one that sounded like a squeak as he wanted to get up and do a little dance. But he didn’t.
“You should be! That’s huge!” your hold on his hand was a little firmer, smile a little brighter.
Yoongi had worked with famous musicians many times before. The main part of his job was writing and producing for other artists, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own mixtapes, and his own collaborations with stars that be admired; like IU –much for Jungkook’s delight and Jimin’s panic–, Suran, MAX and Lee Sora. But none of those had the potential of really making it internationally as this collab with PSY had.
“He wants me to feature on it, too.” he told you, and your jaw dropped.
“Yoongi! That’s amazing!” your other hand reached for his and you held it between yours. “You deserve it so much. I’m so proud of you, I hope you know that.”
“Thanks, doll.”
“We should do something to celebrate.” you stated before he had the chance to deflect.
With a shrug, and the desire to hold onto your hands for the next three hours, he said: “We’re having coffee at our spot, that’s good enough.”
“Not for a collab with PSY it’s not.” you sounded almost offended. “I’d say we should go to Serendipity, but you hate clubs.”
“Please don’t make me go there again.” his laugh was one of suffering and despair, which made you giggle.
“Oh! I know!” you chirped, letting go of his hands in order to clap excitedly, just once. “I’m going to cook for you!”
“I thought you wanted to do something nice–”
“Hajimaaaa!” you complained with another laugh, one so contagious Yoongi found himself mimicking. “Maybe I’ll order something from Jin’s restaurant then, and put it in pans and dishes, so you think I cooked.”
“Sounds good, doll.” Yoongi agreed, which was the easiest thing to do.
“Perfect! It’s a date then.”
OCTOBER 21ST | 18:03
By the time Yoongi made it to his car, he had already opened and buttoned up his shirt all of five times. He did trust Jimin when it came to fashion choices, but not when it came to mischief. And that group chat screamed ‘dongsaengs up to no good’. But the two boys did make Yoongi feel good about his choice of clothing, how he did his hair and the little bit of makeup he added to his lids just to make them pop.
He could only hope you didn’t think he was trying too hard.
Even though he was.
Even if this wasn’t a date.
Yoongi’s routine each time he sat in his car was always the same: Sit down, make sure the mirrors were all in the right position, start the car, connect his phone to the bluetooth sound system, pick a playlist he was in the mood for, seatbelt, drive. But this afternoon as he drove out of the parking lot of his not-so-modest-building in Hannam, the soundtrack for Yoongi’s drive was the beep of a connecting call.
“Hyung!” Namjoon’s voice was the one fill his car as the call was connected. “You know you’re the only person who even makes calls these days, right? A text would have been fine.”
“I’m driving, can’t text.” Yoongi provided as he leaned a little further front to see that his road was free and he could go.
“Oh. Ohhh, are you going to see our favorite writer for your celebratory date?” Namjoon’s all knowing tone made a tiny smudge of heat taint his cheeks, but at least he wasn’t there to see it and tease him about it.
More to himself than to his best friend, Yoongi felt the need to clarify: “Not a date, but yeah, I’m on my way.”
“And you called me to get tips on her latest chapters?” on the other line of the call, Yoongi could hear Namjoon’s voice turning a little clearer, as if he’d closed the door of his office. “I just read the edited ones and damn, hyung! Who knew you had that dirty mouth–”
“That’s not– She doesn’t write what we do word by word.” Yoongi panicked for a second, thinking about not only Namjoon, but the rest of the world reading what the two of you had been doing. With a whisper, he hissed: “Right?”
“Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you.” Namjoon laughed and Yoongi shook his head, fingers relaxing on the steering wheel. “But she’s been doing well, I don’t have any new pointers for the chapters. She’s a lot happier too, it seems, and I don’t think the book is the only reason why.”
“You know, that right there is the reason I’m calling you.” Yoongi scoffed for no one to see as he drove out of his neighborhood and into the busy roads of Seoul. So much for avoiding rush hour when the capital was hustling 24/7.
“What did I do this time?” Namjoon sighed on the other side.
“Not this time, still the same thing.” he said. “Why did you put this crazy idea into her head?”
“Hyung. It's been weeks.” his best friend sounded tired, as if they went over this time and time again. And they had.
“Over a month and I already regret this–”
“Do you regret accepting it? Or do you wish she never asked you?” Namjoon had a way of using hard phrases and poetic analogies sometimes, the perks of being an editor and a published poet, no doubt.
“What's the difference?”
“Well, in one scenario you realize you work better as friends, and in the other it means you got it bad.”
“I got it so fucking bad is not even funny.”
Admitting that to his best friend was easier over the phone. Even if Yoongi knew Namjoon and all of their other friends also knew about it. It was a miracle that you didn’t, at this point. Unless you did, but had been ignoring it in order to not make things awkward.
If that was the case, Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or worried.
“Ahh, I see. So your feelings are growing impossibly fast and you're starting to feel bad because you don't think this means the same for her as it means for you?” Namjoon summed it up as Yoongi stopped his car at a red light.
The trees were in full autumn colors, all shades of red, yellow and orange. If Yoongi rolled his windows down, he was sure he could smell the pumpkin spice and cinnamon in the air, which always brought him a nice, warm feeling inside.
“Was this part of a master plan to get back at me for senior year?” Yoongi asked after a lightbulb moment.
“What?”
“You know, Jiheun?”
Jiheun was a girl Namjoon had a massive crush on, back when they were both in High School. And Yoongi might have read the signs wrong and told his best friend that the girl liked him back. Only for poor, string bean, bowl cut, awkward Namjoon to ask her out and get rejected in the middle of the school cafeteria.
“Wha- hyung! Of course not, it's been years I’m not that petty.”
“Okay, okay.” not that Yoongi thought Namjoon would do something like this as they were both adults now, but his anxiety-filled-brain still asked stupid stuff sometimes.
“Besides, I have a simple solution to your problem.” Namjoon stated.
“Do tell, because I'm almost at her place.” not completely true, he still had one more stop on the way to your apartment.
“Have you thought about confessing?”
Yoongi’s answer was the love child between a wheeze and a snicker.
“If you're not happy about this agreement, but you still wanna help her, and be with her for real,” Namjoon continued, seeing as Yoongi was too gobsmacked to reply. “Then tell her how you're feeling.”
“What part of that solution is simple?” Yoongi asked with a glare directed to the panel of his car, hoping Namjoon could feel its heat.
“It’s simple because it’s telling the truth.”
“The truth that could ruin everything. Her book, our friendship–” Yoongi argued, being interrupted by his best friend:
“Are you so afraid of rejection that you would rather keep hurting yourself? You know this arrangement won't last forever.”
“I know.”
“And maybe she feels the same way.”
Yoongi’s fingers tightened against the steering wheel just a little harder as he said: “That’s a big fucking maybe.”
“Didn’t you say she’s been calling you babe and shit? And you like… cuddle now?”
“Mhm.”
“Those are good signs, hyung!”
He knew that, it’s been plaguing his mind for the past couple of weeks. But to hear someone else say it, someone as rational as he was, made him feel like maybe it wasn’t just wishful thinking on his part.
As if the universe was on his side for once in his life, Yoongi found a parking spot right in front of Maybell Bakery. You had promised to cook for Yoongi tonight, but he said he’d bring dessert. And you really liked the double layered, pumpkin pie that was only sold during the month of october and was extremely overpriced, so he placed an order and paid a little extra for it to be done by the time he was able to pick it up.
“Alright, I’m here. Gotta go.”
“Okay. Call me if something happens, I’m invested in this.” Namjoon said and Yoongi could picture his little grin that would most likely poke a dimple in his cheeks.
“You better be, you’re the one who threw me into this mess.” Yoongi took his seatbelt off, but didn’t move, waiting for his friend to hang up.
“You fail to remember that she’s the one who asked you, I didn’t tell her to go after you.” Namjoon pointed out in that know-it-all tone that fit him so well. “If I’m being honest, I thought she’d go for Hoseok hyung and not you.”
“What?!” Yoongi frowned at that new piece of information, hand freezing on the way to his key to turn off the car.
“He’s more… Dom, you know? That seems to be more like her type.”
“Great–”
Yoongi did take control with you, and he had his moments in bed before, where he had girls and guys begging for him to let them cum, but he wouldn’t define himself as a Dom. Not the way Hoseok was, Namjoon was right about that.
“But she still went after you, hyung! That counts for a lot.” Namjoon tried to backtrack but the damage was done.
“I know, okay.” Yoongi took a deep, calming breath that didn’t do much to quell his nerves; of seeing you, of considering the ideas Namjoon was planting in his mind. “Nice going on telling the kids about this, by the way. Jiminie and Jungkook were teasing me about this date.”
“First of all, stop stalling and get out of your car already.” Namjoon laughed on the other side and Yoongi nodded to himself. “And second of all, I didn’t tell anybody.”
“Then how did they know–”
“Well, hyung. Have you ever thought that maybe she told them? And she’s thinking of this as a date?”
Yoongi had not, in fact, thought about that possibility. Not only were you a lot closer to the three younglings –who were closer to you in age– than Namjoon, you usually told each other everything, seeing as Jimin had been your best friend since way before he even met you.
So to say it gave Yoongi all kinds of butterflies, the simple chance of you telling your best friend and his boyfriend that you were having a date tonight, officially, would be an understatement.
“Go get your girl.”
Namjoon’s encouragement was the last thing he heard before leaving his car to pick up your pie in the bakery.
On the drive to your place, Yoongi’s nose was being attacked by the fresh baked goods resting on the passenger’s seat of his car, as his mind was plagued with the thoughts of you and him.
You, who had walked into his life by mere chance, and stayed in it from your own insistence, as Yoongi hardly made new friends. You, who had the most expressive eyes Yoongi had ever seen. You, who owned his heart in a tight grip and you didn’t even know.
You, who were already waiting for him at the front door of your apartment as the elevator dropped him off on your floor.
“You don’t have to call me to buzz you in everytime, Yoon, you know the code to the gate.” was the first thing out of your pretty mouth as you walked him into your apartment.
“So, what, am I supposed to just let myself in?” Yoongi’s smile was easy as he slipped out of his shoes. “Why don’t you give me the key to your apartment while you’re at it?”
You giggled as you said: “Because then you might come in and steal all of my tangerines.”
Yoongi was rolling his eyes at your words, pink cheeks as you called him out on his small addiction to the fruit. You reached for him after you locked the door of your apartment, raising on your toes to kiss his lips in that way that made Yoongi feel like you were something more.
“You look so handsome tonight.” you told him so, a hand smoothing the black silk shirt he was wearing.
“Thanks. You’re always looking pretty.” Yoongi told you in an unbribed moment of boldness, making you smile sweetly, hand still on his chest.
You were wearing a black sundress with a tiny red cherries pattern that was too light for the weather outside, but perfect for the toasty ambiance you kept your apartment in.
“Thank you.” you beamed, walking deeper into your apartment and leading him inside. “What’s that you got there?”
“Can’t you take a guess?”
Yoongi saw you eyeing the cardboard box with the pretty fall themed design when he walked in, and there was no way you couldn’t smell the festive pie. But you were still playing coy, as you usually did whenever anyone gave you gifts or did something nice for you; never one who liked to assume.
You and him were pretty alike in that sense.
“I know what I want it to be, but that would be impossible, because I’ve been calling Maybell and they keep telling me they are booked for the double layer pumpkin pie until next year.” you told him with a pretty pout. Yoongi had just felt your lips, but he wanted more.
Focusing on the matter at hand, he placed the box on top of your small kitchen counter and pushed it closer to you as he said: “Why don’t you open it, then?”
You did so, pulling apart the dark orange bow to open the box, letting out a high pitched squeal as you saw the pie. Yoongi’s mouth watered at the sight, he could only imagine your excitement.
“Yoongi!” you gushed with a small jump. “How the hell did you do this?!”
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” he said, not really calculating his words and offering you a tight lipped smile as he realized how he sounded.
“Cheesy.” you giggled, but reached out to squeeze his arm. “Thank you.”
“What smells so good?” Yoongi deflected.
“That would be the bulgogi!” you chirped, pointing to the pan in the oven. “We can eat in a bit, and I hope it tastes as good as it smells.”
“Well, you’re making it, so I’m sure it probably won’t–”
“Than–hey!” you laughed at his joke, huffing as you pretended to be mad, which made Yoongi laugh along.
You shook your head and walked to the fridge, opening it to grab a wine bottle that Yoongi could recognize the label of. It was the brand and kind that he used to have at home, alongside his many bottles of whiskey.
“Should we open this? It’s supposed to go well with the food, according to Naver.” you offered, and your eyes were pleading.
“I’m driving, doll. If you had told me you wanted to drink, I would have taken a lift.” it hurt him to say that, and Yoongi didn’t like the way it made you bite your lip, uncertain.
“You can spend the night.” you told him, avoiding his eyes as you placed the bottle on the counter. Not moving to open it, but not putting it away either. “Or you can leave your car here and I’ll drive it back to you tomorrow.”
You didn’t like driving in Seoul, Yoongi knew that. You did have a license, and you drove whenever you absolutely had to, but it wasn’t something you’d offer lightly. Not only wouldn’t he put you through that, but the option of sleeping over at your place tonight was an inviting one.
You had spent the night at his place before, shared a bed, so it wasn’t the end of the world and wouldn’t make Yoongi spiral. But this was the first time that you’d share your bed. And somehow that felt like a new step you were taking in whatever this was.
Yoongi moved around you to take the bottle opener resting on the counter behind you and you smiled at his acceptance grabbing the two wine glasses you had already left out.
Once the drink was poured into the glasses, you made the move to sit on the small couch of your modest apartment and Yoongi followed you closely.
Your apartment was a small one bedroom unit, with a tiny kitchen and small living room. Enough for a single woman living alone in Seoul. It was filled with creams, whites and a few pops of color here and there. Yoongi could already notice the pumpkin shaped candle holder on top of your center table, and the cookie jar that looked like a ghost on your kitchen counter.
“I see you’re getting ready for halloween.” Yoongi pointed out.
“Oh, those have been out since October first.” you smiled, following his line of vision. You pulled a maple leaf printed cushion and rested it over your legs to sit comfortably. “You have to see my room, it’s really cute.”
Yoongi chuckled, because he could imagine the sheets that must be in autumn colors, maybe some bunting and pumpkin shaped fairy lights.
“I’m thinking I want to do Halloween differently this year.” you started again, softly swirling the wine in your glass.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Jiminie wants to go to Serendipity for costume night.” you were nodding as you told Yoongi of the plans.
“Of course he does.” he mused. “What are you thinking about dressing as? Sexy Anne Rice again?”
“Oh my god, that wasn’t supposed to be sexy!” you giggled with a cute blush on your cheeks, hiding your eyes behind a hand.
“The fang marks on your neck made it sexy.” Yoongi hadn’t seen you dressed in the costume that was supposed to represent your favorite writer, that would mean he actually went to the halloween party last year, but he got many selcas and pictures of the night.
“Well, it was an homage to her Interview With a Vampire world.” you explained and he smiled, because that was just so you.
“What are you thinking of changing this year?” he asked and you moved a little on your seat.
“I’m thinking about a couple's costume.” you said, not looking at him, and Yoongi’s blood ran cold. “Maybe I’ll dress up as Agatha Christie. Now I just need to find my Poirot.”
“That’s, uhm–” Yoongi nodded, gaining time to drink a few long sips of his wine.
How was he supposed to answer that? You were thinking of going to a club with someone else? Wearing a couple’s costume? You knew Yoongi didn’t go to clubs or parties, so you obviously didn’t mean you thought you and him should go together. It was easy to wonder if you were talking to someone on the side.
On the side of what? Yoongi asked himself bitterly. It’s not like you two were dating in the first place. It was easy for him to forget about it, but you clearly didn’t.
“Are you thinking of doing anything?” you pushed as the silence grew too thick.
“Nah. My building might have trick or treaters again, so I’ll just give out candy.” he shrugged, bringing the glass to his lips.
“I can help you with that!”
“I’m sure you’ll find your Poirot by then and will be too busy for your friends.”
That was a jab at himself, a way for him to get it through his head that that’s what the two of you were. You were just offering him help to be nice, because you were really nice. So nice you’d have anyone wishing to go to a club with you as your date.
Yoongi included. If you asked him.
“Yeah, we’ll see.” you sounded a little disappointed as you sipped quietly on your wine, but that could have been his own projecting. “So how’s the collab with PSY coming along?”
As you both sipped on your wine, Yoongi told you all of what he knew so far about That That. He’d have a meeting with the artist again this following week, to talk about their expectations and schedules, but he was staying positive.
You were so excited for him, hanging off to his every word, asking questions and being so supportive of him and everything he did that his hunched shoulders turned a little straighter and his breathing got a little easier.
There was no need to be worried right now, Yoongi decided, the more wine he drank, the further away the lump in his throat got. No matter what happened tomorrow, he still had tonight.
“I really hope he makes you dance.” you were saying as you brought the dinner to the small table, making Yoongi scoff.
“There’s no fucking way I’m dancing.” he told you with a squint, following you with the last of the banchans.
“Oh, come on, you’d be so good at it!” you told him without an ounce of doubt, giggling as you turned to face him. “I’m sure you can move those hips!”
Yoongi had a bowl of kimchi in one hand and another of fresh cabbage slaw in the other, so he had no way of protecting himself when you held him by the hips, making him turn this way and that as if you were proving he could dance.
“Hajimaaaa.” he warned you with closed eyes and a laugh on his lips.
“Admit it, you’d be great at shaking that ass!” you continued to sway him, both of your laughs mixing together as he was just trying to put the food down.
“I will do no such thing.”
With each step forward Yoongi took, you took one backwards, until you both reached the table and he could place the banchans down. His hands were now free, so he could take yours away from his hips and pin them to his chest.
“Hajima.” he repeated, a little lower this time, as he could smell the wine on your breath from close to each other you were.
“Or what?” you challenged with a pretty, innocent smile.
“Or I’ll have to stop you myself.”
“I think Min Yoongi is the greatest dancer this country has ever–”
Yoongi felt your smile against his as his lips pressed against yours, softly, but determined. He let go of your hands in order to hold both sides of your face as his lips moved against yours, tongue licking between your lips for you to part them for him. You were holding onto his shirt, little gasps leaving you as his tongue swiped at yours.
Yeah. At least he had tonight.
OCTOBER 21ST | 21:17
As it turns out, Yoongi did not have tonight.
Towards the end of the dinner –which was delicious, by the way–, you started to grow a little restless. Too stuck in your mind at times, not really answering Yoongi’s questions as if there was something worrying you. And Yoongi knew not to push you, you’d tell him whatever was bothering you whenever you felt comfortable to do so.
He knew something was really wrong when he got up to take the empty dishes to the sink and you didn’t try to stop him, nor did you move to help. You stayed in your spot, looking at the top of the table as if you were reading something really important there.
And then it came, the three words that made Yoongi’s stomach drop:
“Can we talk?”
Yoongi left the dishes where they were, too nervous and hands too trembling for him to attempt to wash any of them. When he turned to you, you weren’t sitting at the table anymore, but standing in the living room, looking over at the city lights outside your window, arms around yourself as if you were trying to self soothe.
“What’s up?” he asked you, voice wavering.
“I’m not sure how I feel about this agreement anymore.” you were blunt and straight to the point. The dinner and the wine were trying to make a comeback, but Yoongi held himself together.
“Oh.”
“I mean, I did learn a lot–I am learning a lot. Each time we… do something, it’s fun and nice and I really enjoy myself.” this is when you turned around to face him and it wasn’t fucking fair that you looked this good while you were about to break his heart.
“Okay.”
“Maybe you were expecting to have sex tonight–”
Hearing this made Yoongi take a couple steps to close the distance between you, but stopped short of touching you. “No, doll. Stop, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, you know I’d never push you.”
“I know.” you nodded softly, avoiding his eyes, twirling the ring on your finger.
“We can just drop everything, I told you from the start.” he assured you once more, having to stick his hands into his pocket to stop himself from reaching out to touch you. He’d never get to touch you again. Pretending this wasn’t hurting him, that his hands wouldn’t shake if they were out of his pockets, that the lump in his throat wasn’t back. “There’s no pressure. You’re free to walk away whenever you want.”
“Yeah, okay.” you sniffed, as if you were about to cry. Yoongi’s heart broke for a whole different reason. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright.” he shrugged, even if he was positive nothing would ever be right again.
“It’s not. I really didn’t mean for this to happen… God, I’m so silly.” you chuckled, but it was a heavy one. You took a step back, both hands on your waist as you shook your head.
“You’re not silly, you wanted to make your book better.” Yoongi supplied.
He wondered if he should just count his losses and leave, walk away with the little bit of dignity he still had left, make this easier for you as well. And he couldn’t even drive home, not with how much wine he had. He could take a cab and ask one of his friends to come back for his car tomorrow; what annoyed him was that he couldn’t even have Namjoon do that as payback when the man didn’t drive.
“Yeah, and what do I do?” you asked, obviously a rhetorical question as you laughed at yourself. “I ask the guy I have a crush on to help me.”
“What–”
“As if that crush wouldn’t turn into feelings!” you continued, waving a hand in the air.
Yoongi’s mind was a mess as he tried to make sense of your words. His voice came out as a high pitched sound as he asked: “Feelings?”
“I know I made this awkward. I’ll understand if you need me to step away for a little while.” you said, still not looking at him, still talking to yourself as you started walking from one side to the other, hands and arms making random gestures. “You know what, if anything, Namjoon made this awkward.”
“Doll.”
“He knows how I’ve always felt about you, and you know what he told me just this afternoon?” you looked at him then, but it was fleeting. “That I should just confess! As if that was so damn easy.”
Yoongi’s lips split into a grin and suddenly the weight was lifted. His stomach stopped turning, but the butterflies were still there. His cold sweat wasn’t of anxiety anymore and the trembling in his body was from excitement, not dread.
“Doll.”
“Well, this is the last time I’m ever listening to that giant fool–”
“Baby.”
At the term of endearment your mouth closed and you looked at Yoongi with wide, sparkling eyes. He walked to you then, hesitance flying out the window. When his hand touched your face, you didn’t flinch or pull away from him, leaning into his touch.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked softly, eyes closing, bottom lip pushing out. “Shouldn’t you be running?”
“I should be doing exactly this.” Yoongi pressed his lips to your forehead and you let out a shuddering breath.
“Yoon, it will only hurt more when you leave.” you pouted, and the producer guessed it was a good time to let you in on a little detail you seemed to still be missing.
“What if I don’t leave, hm?” he lifted your face when you avoided looking at him. “What if I have feelings for you too?”
“Well, that would be great, but–” you were about to start spinning again when you gasped. “Do you?”
“Thought it was obvious.” he chuckled, gums out and everything.
“Nuh-uh!”
Your jaw dropped and you blinked slowly, kinda like a cat, letting his words sink in, the small brushing of his thumb on your cheek that dragged down to touch your bottom lip. Then your lips kissed the pad of Yoongi’s digit, he looked at your eyes to find nothing but joy.
“Will you take me out on a date, then?” you asked, hands circling his torso in a hug.
“I think we just had our first date.” Yoongi looked over his shoulder to the table where your dinner had been perfectly pleasant until the moment you got in your head.
But Yoongi understood now why you were so restless, why you sunk in on yourself and barely touched your food towards the end of the dinner. He could imagine exactly all that had been plaguing your mind, as the same thing was running through his.
“But I’ll take you on a second one.” he said, kissing your cheek. “And on a third one. And fourth one.”
You were giggling and squeezing him as he kissed all over your face, just to hear more of your sweet noises. “Does that mean you’re my boyfriend now?”
“If you want me to be.” Yoongi nodded, pulling his face away from yours so he could look into your eyes as he asked: “Do you want to be mine?”
“I’ve been yours, babe.” your arms unwrapped from his middle so you could hug his shoulders. “You have no idea for how long.”
“Let’s keep it that way, okay?”
“Okay.”
You were smiling as Yoongi held your face a little firmer, pressed his lips to yours a little harder. It was just supposed to be a celebratory kiss, really, one that marked the end of your arrangement and the start of your relationship. Until he swiped his tongue between your lips and you parted them with a moan. Your hands slipped into his hair, his dropped to your waist.
The wet sounds of your mouths sliding together were turning Yoongi’s happiness and elation into pure desire, greed and desperation. You were his now. Properly. Truly. You were with him because you had feelings for each other, not because of a silly book.
With the way you were pressing yourself to him, as if trying to melt and mold the two of you into one being, he could guess you were feeling the same way. When you pulled your lips from his, they were red and slightly swollen, and your eyes were like a kaleidoscope, pulling him in, making him dizzy with all of your colors and shapes.
“You wanna see my room?” you invited, making Yoongi’s stomach do a flip.
“I do wanna see your Halloween decor.” he nodded with a grin.
You smiled and took his hand with yours, palms and fingers slotting together as if they belonged just like that. You dragged him out of the living room, through the short hallway and into your bedroom, turning the lights on to let him see the space.
Your bedroom followed the same color patterns as the rest of the apartment, lots of whites and creams, but the apricot orange bed sheets complimented the halloween decorations sprinkled here and there. Your double bed was pressed against the furthest wall, right under a high window. Your dresser was cluttered with makeup, an opened jewelry box, a few papers and your laptop. On the headboard of your bed, a string light with little white ghosts was hanging, which you turned on as soon as you walked into the room.
Next to your bed, on top of the white nightstand, was a book, a case of wireless earbuds Yoongi had gifted you on your last birthday, and a printed picture of you and him. It had been taken months ago, by Hoseok and one of his many disposable cameras, but Yoongi didn’t know you had kept it.
“Ah.” you said with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s middle as you noticed what he was looking at. “I was hoping you might see that and realize I’m in love with you.”
“You could have my face as a blanket and I still wouldn’t have realized that.” Yoongi chuckled, pulling you to his front and bending down to pick you up. “It’s nice to hear it, though.”
You squealed as he lifted you with strong arms, biceps bulging in his tight shirt as you wrapped your legs around his waist and held on. Your gasp made him feel really good about himself.
“Bed?” you offered with a smile and an eyebrow wiggle.
“Bed.”
Yoongi was nodding as he took the two steps to reach your bed, holding you with a tight grip until he sat down against your headboard. The little plastic ghosts clinked and poked him in the back of the neck as he settled with you on his lap, making you giggle.
“Come here.” Yoongi urged and you complied.
Your small hands were on his chest, sliding on the silk fabric until your fingers came in contact with the triangle of skin created by the three buttons he left open –per Jimin’s advice–. Each of your legs were on one side of Yoongi’s hips, straddling him as you sat right on top of him.
“Did I tell you that you look pretty tonight?” you asked him as you dragged your nails on his skin, nose touching his, lips brushing together.
“Did I tell you that you look pretty every night?” he countered, eyes closing as he took your bottom lip between his teeth.
You mewled softly, chasing Yoongi’s mouth once he let go of your lip. Your kiss was heated, deep, full of tongue and little moans that grew louder and louder as you started to rock your hips back and forward, dragging your core on Yoongi’s erection, making it feel harder and harder with every slow sway of your hips.
Yoongi’s hands were moving up and down your legs, slipping under your dress and growing bolder as you pushed into his hands when they settled on your ass. He squeezed the flesh, fingertips dragging on the tiny material that felt like lace under his touch.
His hips flexed up at the same time that you pressed down and the pressure on your core must have felt good, for you to throw your head back with closed eyes and parted lips. Yoongi took that as an invitation to kiss down your jaw, covering your throat in kisses, choosing a spot at the side of your neck to latch on.
“Yes, babe–” you breathed out, a hand slipping into his hair as if you were trying to keep him there.
“Mine.” he growled against your skin.
Yoongi licked your neck, as if preparing the skin to take his mark, sucking on the soft patch once he deemed it warm enough. Yoongi suckled hard enough to hurt, but you were lighting up with the sting, skin blooming with a red and purple bruise.
“All yours.” you nodded breathlessly, moaning as your hips never settled.
With one arm around your waist, Yoongi trailed kisses on the length of your shoulder, knocking the tiny strap of your sundress down. Your movement made Yoongi pull back a little to watch you push the other strap of your dress down, looking at him with an inviting bite on your bottom lip.
He was looking at you, gaze boring into yours, as his hands moved from under your dress to climb up your ribs to touch your breasts. They felt so full and soft and perfect as he squeezed both on each palm, your lips falling open with a sigh as he pulled the top of your dress down.
Your breasts spilled free and Yoongi groaned, looking at your pretty, perky and pebbled nipples, shade a little darker than your own skin.
“My eyes are up here.” you giggled, but you weren’t able to mask your nervousness.
“Mhm, and I love them too.” Yoongi nodded, but his gaze stayed where they were, watching the mounds of your breasts move as he cupped them both, rolling your nipples with his thumbs. You gasped and whined, which prompted the question: “Sensitive?”
“Guess so.” you nodded shyly, nails scraping at his scalp. “My own hands never really did much, but guess your fingers–ooh.”
You gasped, closing your eyes as Yoongi watched your face contort in pleasure as he pinched your nipples between his pointer fingers and thumbs.
“My fingers?” he probed, just to hear more of your shaky tone.
“I love them.” you mewled. “You have really sexy hands, did you know?”
Yoongi chuckled, not thinking much as he said: “Yeah, I’ve been told.”
Your grasp on his hair tightened as you stared at him right in the eye, lines between your eyebrows as you frowned.
“Only I can have them now.” you stated with a hint of possessiveness that made Yoongi shiver. “Just so you know.”
“I know, doll.” he told you so with a little chuckle that didn’t last long as his mouth met the heated skin of your collar bones.
“Yeah?” you whined, squeezing his hair between your fingers.
“Mhm, I’m all yours.” he told you in hopes of quelling your worries, even though your jealousy was hot. “And you’re all mine.”
You whispered a tiny ‘okay’ that turned into a moan as Yoongi kissed his way to your breasts, choosing a nipple to latch on. His lips wrapped around the bud and he sucked it into his mouth, dragging his tongue around it to hear you make more of those delicious sounds, just for him.
Pushing your chest harder against his face, you resumed the rocking of your hips, making him groan around your nipple, pulling off of it with a pop. As Yoongi switched to repeat the same treatment with your other nipple, you started to unbutton his shirt, button by button, getting a little worked up when your trembling fingers took longer to pop one open.
“Can you lay down for me?” Yoongi asked as his kisses changed direction and his hands squeezed your hips.
“Are we really doing this?” you asked with a nibble on your bottom lip, which made Yoongi pause.
“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
“No, no, I do, just… Don’t want you to think I asked to be your girlfriend so I could get in your pants.” you reasoned, making him laugh.
“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” he mused. “You’ve been in my pants, baby.”
“Ahh, yeah, okay.” you giggled sweetly, moving off of his lap to keel on your bed.
“Cute.”
Yoongi was smiling like a fool in love as he moved to give you space to lay on your pillows, in the middle of your bed. While he pushed his shirt off his arms and let it fall on the floor, you pulled your sundress off the rest of the way. Yoongi’s breath got caught as he looked at you like that, for the first time, only a flimsy pair of panties on, which you removed even before you laid down for him.
He wanted to tell you that you were absolutely perfect, gorgeous all over, but the way you spread your legs for him, as your hands rested on your lower stomach, lip worried between your teeth, Yoongi didn’t know any words anymore.
Except maybe ‘want’ and ‘now’.
Yoongi was lowering himself between your legs, laying on his stomach as he kissed your inner thighs, sucking on the signs of your arousal that he found there. You smelled so good and looked so wet that he couldn’t resist bringing two of his fingers to your pussy, spreading your lips so he could see all of you.
You mewled as your back arched off the mattress, spreading your legs even wider for him.
“You’re so tight, baby.” he teased as the tips of his fingers circled your little entrance, watching as it clenched at his words. “How am I ever going to fit here, hm?”
“Been wondering the same thing, if I’m honest–” you chuckled breathlessly, hands falling to grab onto the comforter under you.
“I’ll be gentle.” Yoongi told you as his middle finger pushed deeper inside you, just the tip, pulling it out to bring it to your clit. “Stretch you nice and slow at first.”
“Yoongi–” you moaned as he flicked your bundle of nerves.
“Gonna have to fuck you over and over again, so your body understands you’re mine.” he told you so, fingers touching you all over as his lips met your lower ones. “That okay with you, doll?”
“Mhmm, so okay.”
Yoongi’s fingers dragged down to your clenching hole again and stayed there, teasing your entrance, collecting more of your wetness, pushing in slowly but retrieving whenever your moaning became pained. Yoongi didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted you to feel nothing but pleasure and love.
The flat of his tongue met your clit, lapping slowly and repetitively, until your moans became those of enjoyment. Once he was sure you were relaxed and content, Yoongi pushed the fingers into you again. He could feel your walls stretch to accommodate the digits, cock complaining inside his pants for being so constricted as all he wanted was to be buried inside you.
The more he sucked on your clit, the more you moaned and moved your hips in little circles, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper inside you. You were growing wetter and wetter and Yoongi was swallowing every sweet drop you gave him.
“How do you feel?” he asked quietly, between rubs of your clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Doesn’t hurt as much anymore… Better than I thought.” you told him with a little whine. “Want more, babe.”
“Yeah? Think you’re ready for me?”
“Born ready!” you chirped with a little drunk giggle and the nodding of your head. “Please fuck me.”
Yoongi hummed and left one last kiss against your clit, which made you squirm and squeal. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, scissoring them apart for good measure, to stretch you around them so you could take his cock.
You moved up a little on your pillows, from where you had slipped down with all your squirming, attentive eyes watching all of him, making him grow a little shy. Yoongi could read the desire in your eyes, you wanted him as bad as he wanted you and it was making him fluster a little, neck and chest feeling a little hot.
As he pulled his wallet from his back pocket you asked: “Are you buying anything right now?”
“I’m getting a condom, doll.” Yoongi laughed at your wide eyes as you understood.
“We don’t need one.” you told him while sitting up to touch his stomach and chest, kissing his lower belly as your hands got to work on his belt and button. “I’ve been on the pill since we started this.”
“A–are you sure?” his stammering was what made you giggle no doubt.
With your little nod, Yoongi let his wallet drop to the floor where his shirt lay discarded and helped you push his pants and underwear off in one go, baring himself to you just as you were to him. You smiled sweetly and playfully licked at his tip, sending a rocking shiver all over his body.
“Jesus–” he hissed, taking a finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Lay down.”
“Be gentle.” you begged with a pout, which Yoongi kissed. “Go slow.” another kiss, one that became a dragged moan as your hand wrapped around his shaft. “And make me cum all over your big cock–”
“Okay, lay down, now.”
Your giggle was high pitched as Yoongi pinched your sides and had you squirming away from him to lay down on the bed. The man pushed your knees apart so he could lay on top of you, between your legs, heavy, painfully hard cock resting between your warm and slippery folds, making you both moan.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, nails and fingertips dragging up and down his back as he pulled you into a kiss. Yoongi kissed you slowly, deeply, full of passion and want and need. Your lips moved together as your tongues clashed with one another, breaths fanning each other’s faces.
When you started to move your hips back and forth, rubbing yourself on his cock, Yoongi moaned into your lips and you took his bottom one into your mouth to suck on and drag between your teeth.
His hand ventured between your bodies to stroke his cock a few times, teasing himself, pumping him to make him drip beads of pre-cum on your lips. He brushed the tip between your folds to open you up to him, leading his cock to your entrance. You started breathing harshly, so Yoongi kissed your cheek and jaw to relax you, whispering praises that made you calm down.
“I promise it won’t hurt as much as you expect it to.” he told you and you hit him with a snort that screamed ‘how would you know?’ which made him bite back a little smile. “I’ll be careful. You’ll be begging me to fuck you harder in no time.”
“Fuck, okay, I like that.” you writhed under him as he pressed his thumb to your clit to distract you from the sting as he pushed his cock into you, just the tip, breaching you for the very first time. “Shit, that’s– a lot.”
“Just breathe, you’re doing so well…”
Yoongi was holding himself up with an arm, chest pressed against yours, your body so small in comparison to his. Your small hands were on each side of his neck, your lips pressed against the side of his face as you let out the prettiest little sounds.
He was gentle with you, just as he promised, allowing you to get used to him, while holding back from taking you as he wanted. You felt so warm and so fucking tight, wet as slippery as he pushed in little by little, listening to your moans and stopping whenever you showed any signs of discomfort.
Yoongi could feel you clenching around him as his cock throbbed inside you and he made the mistake to look down, where your bodies met, and he saw the way your cunt was swallowing him, swollen clit and puffy lips.
“You’re amazing.” he told you as an afterthought.
“Pretty sure you’re doing all the work–” you managed to croak out.
“I’m sorry it hurts, baby.” he leaned down to kiss the frown between your brows, the pout on your lips.
“It feels good.” you whispered against his lips as they found yours. “Just feel so full, but it’s nice.”
“Yeah? Can I move a little?”
“Mhmm, you can.”
With desperation, you parted your mouth to take Yoongi’s lips and he kissed you back, the hand between the two of you easily finding your clit to rub it in small circles as his hips pulled out and then fucked him back in, making you cry out. The more you moaned, the more he rolled your clit to distract you and little by little you opened up to him, making the slide in and out a little easier.
Soon he couldn’t see any traces of pain in your pretty face, and that’s when he started to let go of his own restraints, starting to fuck you in a quicker pace that would catapult him into a different dimension with how hard you were squeezing him and how deep your nails were sinking in on his skin.
Your body was rocking with each fuller thrust and harsher pace, little cries of yes, yes, yes! letting him know that it was okay and you could take it.
“You feel so good, baby–” his voice was broken as his hips snapped back and forward. “I didn’t think anything could be better than your mouth, but–”
“Good to know you liked my blowjob so much.” you bantered, a dopey smile on your lips. “I can suck you off anytime you–fuck, Yoongi!”
Instead of fucking in and out of you, Yoongi tentatively rolled his hips, pressing deeper and harder, and you seemed to like that, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close to you.
“Like this?” he gruffed next to your ear.
“Yeah, right there–oh my god, the fuck is that–”
Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh as his cock started to repetitively hit your g-spot with each new shallow thrust that was still enough to make you bounce under him, some so strong that it made the little ghosts on the headboard shake.
“I’m gonna cum, babe, please–!”
You warned but he already knew it. Could feel you squeeze him impossibly tight, walls milking him for his own release, but he wouldn’t get there before you did. His thumb rolled your clit in quick figure eight movements, despite the tight fit for his arm between the two of you, as his hips pulled almost all the way out, only to snap back in and roll against yours.
The noises of the creaking bed under your combined weights and the skin slapping against skin only lost to your loud yelp as you let go and your orgasm washed over you. Yoongi’s mouth latched onto your nipple to suck and you trembled all over, twitching with the aftershocks as your climax lasted and lasted.
Your cunt was clamping so tight, sucking him in so strongly that Yoongi couldn’t even pull out of you, he just stayed there, letting your pussy milk his orgasm out of him. You both moaned together, bodies sticking with sweat, hugging each other for dear life as Yoongi filled you up.
As your breathing calmed down, Yoongi stayed close to you, peppering kisses all over your face.
“I love you.” he finally told you, hearing your tiny chuckle of bliss.
“I know.”
“Do you, now?” he laughed, pulling out of you slowly to fall onto the bed next to you, trying not to crush you with his weight.
“Mhm. You wouldn’t fuck me this good if you didn’t.” you grinned, trying to mask a wince as you were empty again, legs closing shut to keep his mess inside.
“You’d be surprised.” Yoongi joked, which earned him a slap to the chest.
“Stop making me jealous!” you whined, but couldn’t hold onto your pout as you laughed.
“I didn’t know you were so jealous, doll.”
Yoongi got up from your bed, not bothering to put his clothes back on as he left your room to walk into your bathroom. There he found more makeup bits, perfumes he knew well, and a vampire soap dispenser that made him laugh.
“You have no idea how many times I had to tell Kai you were straight.” you were saying as Yoongi looked through your cabinet to grab a clean towel, almost hitting his head on the marble top as he heard you.
“Wait, what?”
Once the small tower was wet, and his dick was properly clean, he made it back to your room to find your abashed little smile.
“You know Kai, the guy from our coffee shop?” you said as if it should be obvious. “He keeps hitting on you, but you’re always clueless. So he keeps asking me what’s your deal and I always tell him you don’t like boys.”
“You’re kinda right, I just like you.”
Yoongi couldn’t help but be amused about this new development, but as long as Kai was into him, Yoongi wouldn’t have to worry he might be into you. And it offered many opportunities for him to make you a little jealous, maybe a little more possessive over him.
Not that you ever had anything to worry about, as far as Yoongi was concerned, he’d belong to you for as long as you wanted him.
He got back to the bed and helped you pry your legs open, just so he could clean the mess the two of you had made together, both choosing to stay naked as you pulled him back to lay down next to you.
You were laying on his chest as you said:
“That was so good, Yoon.”
“Yeah?” he squeezed you a little tighter against his chest, lips pressing to the crown of your head. “Better than the pie?”
“The pie!”
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pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— smut, slight angst, romance, friends with benefits au, roommate! yoongi
words— 14,139
summary— Boy. Girl. It’s as simple as that. Girl can’t get a good date—scrap that—girl can’t get a good lay, and boy is willing to help out with that… Friends with benefits seems the perfect solution, except for the fact, it’s not. It never is. Not when boy already has feelings for girl…
in which jungkook orders pizza, puts on a movie, and fully expects a normal night in — only to end up with a drunk, straddling, hickey-leaving mess of a girlfriend who can't stop complimenting his jawline, and somehow? he's never been more in love.
pairing: idol!jungkook x drunk!femreader
genre: fluff, established relationship, soft domestic vibes
warning/tags: drunk reader, alcohol consumption, suggestive content (no smut), hickeys, straddling, drunk kissing, jungkook being a sweetheart, soft boundaries, pet names, fluff, established relationship, secret idol relationship, lowkey chaotic reader x calm jungkook
wc: oneshot (2k)
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the seoul night skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a million city lights blurred into soft halos against the inky black.
inside, the house was a sanctuary of low, warm light and the kind of comfortable silence that only exists between two people who have nothing left to prove to each other.
jungkook, in his signature uniform of a loose, washed-out gray sweatshirt and black shorts, was sprawled on one end of the massive sectional sofa. his hair, still slightly damp from a post-practice shower, fell in soft, dark waves over his forehead.
across from him, curled up with her socked feet tucked under a plush throw blanket, was you.
the coffee table was a glorious battlefield of late-night cravings.
the iconic red-and-white box of pizza, half-demolished, sat next to a bucket of golden, crispy fried chicken that still radiated warmth. little plastic containers held pools of creamy ranch, spicy gochujang sauce, and a sweet honey mustard dip.
jungkook cradled a tall, frosty glass of draft beer, a thin trail of condensation sliding down its side, while you hugged a large glass of cold peach iced tea, the ice cubes clinking softly every time you shifted.
“okay, okay,” jungkook said, pointing a piece of pepperoni pizza at the screen where the movie’s opening credits had just ended. “this part? this is the best part. just watch his face.”
you squinted at the screen, watching a grizzled detective stare down a suspect. “he just blinked, koo.”
“it’s not just a blink, baby,” he insisted, his doe eyes wide with sincerity as he took a bite.
he chewed, wiped a stray smear of tomato sauce from the corner of his lip with his thumb, and then pointed at the screen again.
“it’s the micro-expression of a man who has seen too much. the slight twitch in his jaw. the weariness. it’s called acting.”
you snorted, tearing off a piece of juicy fried chicken and dipping it liberally into the ranch. “and you would know about micro-expressions, mr. ‘i-have-three-different-faces-for-every-second-of-a-performance’?”
he grinned, a flash of bunny teeth that melted your heart every single time. “exactly. i’m a professional observer of human emotion. now hush, the dialogue is crucial.”
and so the night went. a rhythm you knew by heart.
he’d dissect a scene, you’d tease him for overthinking a simple action movie. you’d steal a piece of his chicken, he’d retaliate by stealing a sip of your iced tea and making a face because it was ‘too sweet’.
he told you about a new choreography he was struggling with, his hands moving through the air to illustrate a particularly difficult transition. you told him about the ridiculous argument your coworker got into over the last cup of office coffee.
he laughed, a real, full-bellied laugh that crinkled his eyes, and reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your jaw for a second longer than necessary.
“i’m glad you’re here,” he said, his voice softer now, meant only for the space between you.
“me too,” you replied, your heart doing a little flip.
even after all this time, the quiet intimacy of these nights still felt like a secret superpower. just jeon jungkook, the biggest star in the world, bare-faced and giggling over pizza grease with his girlfriend.
the movie progressed. the pizza box was reduced to crumbs. the chicken bucket held only a lone, abandoned drumstick. as the on-screen hero prepared for the final, explosive showdown, you found your attention wandering from the screen to the glass in jungkook’s hand.
the golden liquid, the thin layer of foam. he’d always said it was an acquired taste, a ‘grown-up’ drink. you’d always been content with your sweet, predictable beverages. but tonight, watching the light catch the amber depths, a spark of mischief ignited in your chest.
you reached over, your fingers brushing his as you gently tugged the glass from his hand.
he looked at you, one eyebrow raised. “baby?”
“i want to try it,” you said, bringing the glass to your nose. it smelled of bread and something floral, with a sharp, hoppy bite underneath.
he knew you.
he knew your history of getting dizzy after one glass of wine at the company dinner. “you have the tolerance of a hamster,” he said, a warning laced with affection. “you won’t like it.”
“you don’t know that,” you challenged, already tilting the glass.
the first sip was.. a betrayal.
a bitter, carbonated shock that made your tongue recoil. you grimaced, your whole face scrunching up like you’d bitten into a lemon. jungkook laughed, a low, knowing chuckle.
“told you,” he said, gently taking the glass back.
but a stubborn part of you refused to accept defeat. it wasn’t about the taste anymore. it was about the tiny rebellion.
so, over the next twenty minutes, while he was engrossed in the movie’s climax—explosions and dramatic music filling the room—you became a ninja.
a very clumsy, very obvious ninja.
every time he set his glass down on the coaster, your hand would dart out a minute later, and you’d take a quick, furtive sip. gulp, actually.
the bitterness started to fade, replaced by a warm, spreading fuzziness that felt like sinking into a heated blanket. your limbs got heavier. your thoughts got.. wobbly.
the second the movie’s end credits rolled, a triumphant orchestral swell filling the silence, jungkook turned to you to make a comment about the final plot twist. he stopped.
you were staring at him. not your normal, soft, adoring stare. this was a laser-focused, slightly cross-eyed, intense look.
your cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink, and your lips were parted in a lazy, dreamy smile.
“you’re drunk,” he stated, not a question. He looked at his glass, which was now conspicuously empty. “you drank almost all of it.”
“m’not drunk,” you slurred, the words melting into each other. “m’warm. and you look.. shiny?”
he sighed, but there was no annoyance in it. only a deep, boundless fondness. “okay, baby. movie’s over. time for bed.”
he started to shift, to stand up and offer you a hand, but you were faster. or, more accurately, you were more recklessly determined. in a movement that was equal parts clumsy and graceful, you swung a leg over his thighs and settled squarely onto his lap, straddling him.
your hands landed on his broad shoulders for balance, and your face was suddenly very, very close to his.
his hands, acting on pure instinct, came up to rest on your waist, his fingers spanning the curve of your hips. he was steady, a solid anchor beneath your sudden, stormy chaos.
“whoa there, angel,” he murmured, his thumbs drawing small, soothing circles on your sides. “you’re a bit tipsy.”
you shook your head, which was a mistake because it made the room spin pleasantly. you leaned in, your nose brushing against his. “no. I’m looking at you. Really looking.”
your words were a syrupy, honeyed drawl. “you’re so pretty, jungkook. like.. so pretty. it’s not fair.” your fingers traced the line of his jaw, the shell of his ear.
“when you work out? and your arms get all.. grrr?” you made a sound that was supposed to be a growl but came out more like a kitten’s mew.
“i wanna bite your biceps. and when you’re on stage.. oh my god.” you closed your eyes, a shiver running through you.
“when you do that thing with your hips? or when you throw your head back and your neck is all there, all sweaty and gorgeous? i almost die. every single time. the stylist noonas have to fan me. they think it’s the heat from the lights.”
he was trying so hard to keep a straight face, to be the responsible one, but a laugh was bubbling in his chest. your unfiltered, drunken rambling was the most adorable thing he’d ever witnessed.
“and you’re so cute when you sleep,” you continued, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“your mouth falls open a little bit. and you make these little.. mmph sounds.” you poked his chest with a finger for emphasis.
“and when you brush your teeth? you just wander around, looking all fluffy and domestic. i look at you and i just want to.. eat you. like, just nom nom nom.” you mimed biting his cheek, and he finally let the laugh out, a soft, breathy sound of pure delight.
“yeah?” he whispered, his eyes sparkling.
“yeah,” you breathed, and then you kissed him.
it wasn't a tentative, sober kiss. it was a needy, open-mouthed, slightly sloppy collision of lips. you tasted like peach iced tea and bitter beer, a strange but intoxicating combination. your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging gently.
then your lips were on the move, trailing a hot, wet path from the corner of his mouth, down the sharp line of his jaw, to the strong column of his neck.
you found the spot just below his ear, the one you knew drove him crazy, and you sucked. hard. he felt the sting of a forming bruise, a hickey blooming like a dark flower on his skin.
“baby,” he breathed, his hands tightening on your waist. not pushing you away, just.. holding on.
you didn’t listen. you kissed your way down to his collarbone, nipping at the skin visible in the wide neck of his sweatshirt. you pulled the fabric aside and left another mark. you were a woman on a mission, a chaotic, love-drunk little menace.
you grew impatient.
your hands left his shoulders and grabbed his wrists. he felt your small, warm hands wrap around his, and then you were pulling, guiding, placing his palms squarely on your chest, right over your heart that was hammering like a trapped bird.
you looked up at him, your eyes hazy and pleading. “touch me,” you whispered, your voice raw. “please? do something. anything. i need..”
he went very still. the air in the room changed, charged with a different kind of electricity.
but he didn’t move his hands. he just looked at you, his dark eyes soft and full of a love so profound it seemed to absorb all the light in the room.
he leaned in, pressing a single, impossibly gentle kiss to your forehead. then your nose. then each of your closed eyelids.
“no, baby,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. “not tonight.”
you whined, a small, frustrated sound, and tried to wiggle in his lap.
he shushed you, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, guiding it to rest against his shoulder. “you’re drunk, my love. my dizzy, adorable, chaos-gremlin. and i love you too much to do anything you might not remember perfectly in the morning.”
he started to rock you, a gentle, swaying motion. “tomorrow, if you still want to, you can ask me again. and i’ll say yes. a thousand times, yes. but right now? you need water, and you need sleep.”
he shifted, scooping you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. you let out a surprised squeak, your arms automatically looping around his neck, your face burying itself in the warm, safe curve of his shoulder.
you could feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart against your side.
he carried you to the bedroom, the city lights now a soft, silver glow through the sheer curtains. he laid you down on the cool sheets, pulled a glass of water from the bedside table, and made you drink half of it.
he helped you out of your jeans, pulled his own oversized t-shirt over your head, and tucked you under the duvet like a child.
you were already half-asleep, the world a fuzzy, warm blur. you felt him climb in next to you, felt his arm snake around your waist and pull you back against the solid wall of his chest. he was warm. he was safe. he was yours.
“my little lightweight,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “my pretty, perfect, messy drunk.”
you mumbled something incoherent that was supposed to be “love you.”
he smiled into your hair. “i love you more, baby. even when you’re trying to give me a heart attack.”
he pressed one last, lingering kiss to your shoulder, and let the quiet of the night and the rhythm of your breathing lull him to sleep, holding you like you were the most precious, fragile, and utterly chaotic thing in his entire universe.
and to him, you were.
a/n: i LOVEEEE this one sm, i hope you guys do too! please check out my other fics as well! <3
Content Warning: NSFW (18+), Enjin x Fem!Reader, P in V, oral (f receiving), friends with benefits / situationship dynamic in the beginning, creampie, sexual content, language
“C’mon, babe. I’m not that bad, am I?” Enjin said with distinct smugness, leaning on the doorframe of your room at HQ. “You are. Now out.”
He threw up his arms defensively and headed out the same way he entered.
His crime? Too many quickies and not enough long, passionate rounds. It was to the point you thought he might actually have an issue with cumming too quickly, the way he only ever wanted quickies. Always right before going out on a mission. Or in situations where you had to hurry in case someone caught the two of you, although your little “relationship,” if you could even call it that, was anything but a secret. Just about anyone with a set of eyes could tell there was something more going on between the two of you.
But it didn’t matter to either of you. It wasn’t a secret, you just didn’t flaunt it. Were you intimate? Of course. It was bound to happen. Naturally, two attractive people close in age forced into close proximity, attraction would lead to action. Did you care about each other? Of course. You were teammates after all. That was normal. So what if Enjin watched over you a little more than the other Cleaners? So what if you got a bit jealous whenever you went out to town during missions and the local ladies had eyes for him?
Regardless of what you called your little situation, Enjin was becoming an increasingly frustrating partner to have in bed. Five minutes was the absolute max he would spend with you. You knew you shouldn’t complain. He never left you unsatisfied or without. He was surprisingly good at making you orgasm in such a short amount of time. He knew exactly how to angle his fat cock, knew just the right pace to rub your clit as he bottomed out inside you.
Fuck. You were horny just thinking about it.
But you wanted to hold your ground. A sex ban until he got his act together and fucked you properly.
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“No.” “C’mon, it’s for good luck. Have we ever gone on a mission without getting it out of our system first?” “Don’t care. Maybe if you had asked last night, not ten minutes before we head out.” You stood your ground.
He looked up at you with those fake puppy eyes. “Nice try. I’m serious. If you’re serious, then come to my room tonight.”
He slumped his shoulders dramatically, though not without that smug grin of his. “If you say so, little lady.”
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It was actually funny. He was totally off his game during the mission. Occasionally getting hit with flying pieces of trash from a trash beast he had just defeated. The mighty Enjin, distracted just because he couldn’t get laid beforehand. Guess it really was a good luck ritual.
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Night came. Everyone was tucked away in their rooms, most asleep. You were getting tired too, not sure if a certain someone would pay you a visit.
But of course, there he was. That familiar face in your doorway. “Hm. Surprised you came,” you feigned nonchalance. “You know I can’t go without ya.”
He put out his cigarette before entering and locking the door behind him. “Really? I wouldn’t be able to tell, seeing as you don’t want to spend more than a few minutes in bed with me.”
You still barely looked at him as he made his way to your bed, sitting at the end of the mattress. “Don’t be like that. You know me.” “Do I?”
You tore your gaze away from the wall you had been staring at and met his eyes. Enjin had no problem sharing how he felt, but this time it was admittedly embarrassing for him. How does he admit he doesn’t want to get too attached without sounding like a complete dork? How could he admit that even casual sex, friends with benefits, whatever label you gave this thing between the two of you, was starting to feel too real? That even quick sex with you felt like something deeper?
“I care too much,” was all he managed. “About what?” You turned your body to face him fully. “This. You. Us.” He let out a quiet sigh.
You crawled over to his end of the bed, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. “Yeah? Tell me.”
Your teasing tone caught him off guard. It wasn’t often you saw Enjin at a loss for words. He wasn’t the type to get all flustered, but the way he avoided eye contact and got quiet was about the equivalent of that for Enjin.
“Tell me what you’re gonna do about it. You wanna show me how much you care?” You lowered your clothed pussy onto his already hardened cock.
He groaned, gripping your hips to hold you there, unwilling to lose the warmth. “Don’t need to tell ya. Let me show you.”
His lips crashed into yours with vigor. “Mhmm.” You moaned into the kiss, grinding the tension in your core against him. Fuck. One week might be the longest you could go without him. You were so needy that your panties were already soaked just from grinding on him. His pants were thick, but you could still feel his hard dick through the fabric.
“Hah. You’re so fuckin’ needy for my cock, aren’t ya?” He lifted his hips slightly, giving your throbbing clit more pressure.
Fuck. You could cum from this alone, but where was the fun in that? “Take your pants off,” you whispered in his ear.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted you off him with ease, laying you on your back as he undressed. You watched him peel off his shirt slowly, revealing the tattoos you adored but rarely got to admiring in their entirety thanks to your usual rushed encounters. “Sexy,” you smiled.
He made sure you were watching as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, leaving him in tight black underwear, the tent obvious. He freed his dick from the fabric, and you watched it smack against his stomach. So big. No matter how many times you took him inside you, you were never fully prepared for the sheer girth and length that man had on him. And yet, you were desperate for all of it.
He leaned over you, tugging down your pants and panties in one smooth motion. You lifted your hips as he slid them off completely. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Should’ve just let me take care of you before the mission. Or the other day.”
He teased, knowing how shy you got under his gaze. He spread your legs gently, admiring the slick between them. “So wet for me, baby.”
He pressed soft kisses along your thighs, taking his time. This wasn’t a quickie. Tonight, he was savoring you. He sucked at the flesh there, leaving small bites and licks before finally reaching where you needed him most.
He spread your lips with his fingers and gave slow, teasing kitten licks to your throbbing clit. You moaned, hips bucking toward his mouth. “Easy now, baby. Be patient,” he murmured. “Ah, I…” You grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Use your words, baby girl.” “I want your cock. Please.” “Nuh uh. You’re the one who wanted me to take my time, remember? Goin’ back on that already?”
He went back to eating you out, fingers sliding up under your shirt to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples. “Enjin, nghh. I’m gonna cum!”
At that, he pulls away. “Wha- nooo!” You whine and buck your hips up at the loss of stimulation. Not caring how desperate you looked to him. That asshole? He was amused! Chuckling even. “You don’t even know how hot you look right now.” He slipped a pillow under your hips, positioning you perfectly.
“You’re such a good girl for me.”
He dragged his cock slowly between your folds, teasing from your clit down to your entrance, your slick and his saliva making it glide easily. “Stop playing with me, Enjin. Put it in. Please.” “Yeah?”
He had to fight the urge not to just ram his cock inside you, knowing it would certainly be too much for you to take all at once without any prep. Instead, he slowly pushed just the tip inside, going in and out, adding a bit more length slowly with each stroke. “Doing so good for me, baby.”
But he couldn’t hold back much longer. He thrust the rest of the way in with a groan. “Haaah!”
You couldn’t keep quiet with the new sensation of being filled to the brim as you clenched harder around his fat cock. The man had to pause his movement, staying still, buried inside you despite your moans for more.
“C-can’t. M’gonna cum if I keep moving.” His knuckles white as he gripped onto your hips, leaving red marks on your skin that matched the red flush on his face. So, you weren’t entirely off in your assumption, even though it wasn’t serious. He really does have a problem with cumming too fast. You’re too drunk off his cock right now to do anything, but you’ll make sure to tease him about it later. Instead, you opt to purposely clench your walls around him.
“S-stop,” he groaned your name. “Why? I want your cum all inside me.” “Fuck.”
He tries to steady himself inside you but your words are so enticing. He slid his fingers into your mouth, and you sucked on them eagerly before he pulled them free and brought them to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. You squirmed, pushing yourself somehow deeper onto him while he tried to stay still.
You begged him to move, to fuck you harder. You wanted all of him. The pace of his fingers began to increase and your orgasm was approaching. As your orgasm hit and your walls tightened around him, he snapped. He started thrusting hard, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as his balls slammed onto you with each thrust. After your orgasm came, the thrusts from cock were pure overstimulation. “M’cummin, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants frantically as his grip on you tightens. He spilled deep inside you, hips stuttering while fucking his cum deeper inside you, riding out the end of his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed where he wanted it.
His body gives out as he lays on top of yours, his cock still right where it belongs, inside of you, making sure none of his cum spills out just yet. Honestly, he liked the warmth. “Was that long enough for ya?” He lifts his head from your chest to look at you, still sweaty from the activities. “No.”
He stares at you, a little confused, surely mishearing you. “It’s a good start, but I’m gonna need to keep you here for the rest of the night. Maybe a few rounds, actually.” You chuckle. “You’re killing me, woman.” “Yeah, well, I know you want it.” You tease. “Never said I didn’t,” he shoots back with the same smugness as always. “You cum pretty fast, don’t ya? Sure you can keep up?” “Not my fault. It’s just because it’s with you. It’d be impossible not to cum while fucking that pretty cunt of yours. Take it as a compliment, babe.”
He hovers over your face and plants a small kiss on your lips. “I love ya. You know that?” His usual playful tone drops, replaced by something a little more heartfelt. “I know you do. I love you too, Enjin.”
There was no rush, no frantic stripping of clothes only to rush to put them back on minutes later, hurrying off to a mission. No. This was intimate. This was what you craved, what Enjin knew he needed, but was hesitant to embrace. This was perfect. You could work with this.
summary: one night Sanji asks you about your fantasies just to find out you're into threesomes, what he doesn't expect is the third party in your mind to be that person.
content: MDNI! f!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, dom!sanji (kinda), mentions of threesome, mentions of voyeurism, Sanji just talking you through it. — WC : 2.5k
notes: so... this is the first time I actually wrote in YEARS, also the first time I write in english so it might have some mistakes. If you come across this thanks for giving it a chance, I hope you enjoy!!!!!
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You were cuddling after sex on Sanji's bed, still intoxicated by the after high effects. As always, he was taking care of you, caressing your hair and your back, just chatting about anything.
"Tell me princess, do you have any fantasy?" Sanji asked you, you laughed on his bare chest.
"As in a sexual fantasy...?" He laughed.
"Yes... well even if it's not sexual you know I'd make them true, my sweet angel." He placed a kiss on your head. You started moving your finger across his chest, causing him a nervous laugh. "You do have one! Don't you!?" He sounded excited.
"Well... We all have one don't we? What is yours?"
"Don't change the subject, my love, we're talking about you."
"I don't know..." you were fighting against embarrassment, of course you had one fantasy, one that had lingered in your mind on so many nights, but he wasn't gonna like it, you were sure of that.
"My god, is it that naughty that you don't wanna tell me, love?"
You laughed and got off his chest to look him in the eye, god he was so handsome and sweet, and you didn't wanna hurt him with your answer, but you knew he wouldn't drop the subject.
You bit you lip before getting closer to his ear, "a threesome" you whispered and went back to look him in the eye, he was astonished. "See! That's why I didn't wanted to tell you!" you laughed.
"No, no... it's just... I'm surprised..." he went silent for a little while. "But I'm included in that, right my love?" You burst out in laughter.
"Of course you are!" You kissed his lips and all over his face. "How could you not be there?"
He instinctively put his hands around you. He kept thinking on the idea, of course he had fantasies with threesomes before, but usually with him and two other women, could it be possible that you were thinking the same? You, him and who else? Nami? Robin? He was getting build up again.
But there was another possible way of doing that... and that was with another man in the room. Would he do it? Would he let another man touch you? Jealousy was increasing beneath his heart.
"And... have you ever thought of the third party?" He was hesitant, either it was the answer of his own dreams or the way up to his nightmares.
The silence you gave set it all cleared.
"Oh my god love, you have!" Something in his stomach moved.
"You're not gonna like the answer..." And that was it, all that he feared, but he still wanted to know.
"Who is it, love?"
"Sanji, for real... let's just drop it, it's not like I want it to happen."
"Love..."
"No!" You insisted, scared of him getting mad or worse, even if you knew that was almost impossible with this man. But there he was, giving you the puppiest of puppy eyes, knowing damn well he wouldn't drop the subject even tho he'll hate the answer.
"Promise you won't get mad? Or make a fuss of it?"
"I promise love, but please tell me..." It was almost as if not having this information was killing him, maybe it was.
You bit your lip again, closing your eyes to avoid his, you were sure he was gonna hate this with all his self being. "Zoro."
The room fell in silence, it wasn't a mad or an awkward silence, it was just... silence. You felt him squeeze your waste just a little, as if he was being possessive and then he let go.
"Please tell me you're not mad..." You asked, opening your eyes and noticing him weirdly calmed.
"I am not, my love... I'm just... shocked, I guess. I wasn't expecting that marimo to pop like that in your head."
"I told you, you wouldn't like the answer. I promise nothing has ever happened between me and Zoro, and nothing will ever happen. It's just a silly fantasy and it doesn't have to come true! Ever!" You were nervous, guilty even.
"Love is alright... I'm the one who asked and pressured you. I'm fine, it's fine." It seemed he was trying to convince himself.
"So you're not mad"
"Not at all my love." He kissed your forehead and smiled at you.
That night he hugged you just he always did and maybe he was saying the truth, because nothing felt different, which only made you felt terrible, having fantasies with the only one person he would hate to see you the most.
.
The next morning everything went back to normal, your boyfriend was being his normal silly lovingly self and you felt a big relief at it. So you allowed yourself to relax and try to let the whole sexual fantasy topic behind.
On the other side, Sanji couldn't stop thinking about it. And he meant it when he said he wasn't mad, it was very much true, yet the thought of you and Zoro lingered on his mind.
He started noticing your interactions with the marimo, he never payed much attention to them, but now he could see it... by the way you looked at him, it was obvious you felt some sort attraction to that idiot, even though you denied it, even though he trusted you with all his heart, he knew sometimes attraction wasn't something you could control as you pleased, it was all pure and stupid chemicals, he didn't blamed you.
And he could tell Zoro felt it too. He couldn't blame that asshole either, you were stunning, a literal goddess on earth. Zoro was way too good at hiding those kind of feelings, but now Sanji out of all knew that Zoro wasn't all insensitive as he usually played to be.
Sanji noticed how Zoro smiled at you, how he smiled wider to you than he did to the rest of the crew. The way he helped you with tiny and silly chores when Sanji himself was not around to do it. And how his eyes lingered on you, on your chest, on your legs even if it was just for a half of a second when Zoro thought no one was looking. Well someone was noticing now.
Sanji wasn't jealous, he knew he could trust you, in fact... he could say that Zoro was trully good at hiding his attraction that even you were completely oblivious of it. No, he wasn't jealous, but why he wasn't jealous? He couldn't stop thinkin about it.
.
Later in the kitchen after finishing dinner, Sanji was so caught up on his thoughts.
"Hey babe, need some help?" You hugged him from behind while he did some dishes. He smiled at your touch, turning his head a little.
"I'm okay my love, but thank you."
You stayed like that for a little. "Sanji... are you okay? You've been a little off..." He took some seconds to respond, which already gave you an answer.
"I've just been way too caught up on my thoughts darling, nothing to worry about" He smiled reasuringly.
"Is it because of what we talked last night?" You asked, genuine concerned on your features.
Sanji immediately dropped what he was doing to turn and hug you back. He placed his forhead on yours, the scent of your closeness making him dizzy.
"I swear I'm not mad, sorry for worrying you my dearest. I have just been... thinking."
"On what?"
Sanji put a straw of hair back to your ear and without the need of saying more he kissed you. He didn't started sweet as always, this kiss was rougher than what he used to be. He was leaving you breathless.
"Sanji..." you whispered in between the kiss. He guided you to the counter, his hands wandering all over your dress, grabbing your ass and squeezing it, pushing it so you could feel the hardness through his pants.
"Sanji..." you whispered again, no answer coming from his lips.
He growled on yours lips, the sound making you whimper and so he left your lips to leave wet kisses on your neck and down your tits, letting the straps of both your bra and dress going down your shoulder to free one of them and lick one your hard nipples.
"Fuck... Sanji, we're in the kitchen!" Getting turned up like this on the kitchen, where anyone could enter, not like the crew didn't knew about you two but he respected you (and the kitchen) so much, he used to protected you from others to see, this was so unlike him.
One of his hands traveled from your ass to your entrance, touching you through the fabric of your panties.
"Already so wet for me, love..." His tone deep and raspy, it send shivers through your core.
You grabbed his back harder at the sensation of his digits on your clothed clit. "Ooohh god, Sanji... what if someone enters?"
"Let them." He said tracing kisses down to your core, kneeling in front of you and pulling aside the now soaked panties.
You couldn't deny this was fucking hot, this side of him that just now you were able to see, you didn't even imagined it existed. You grabbed his blond hair, pulling it as you felt his tongue savouring you.
"Sanji, please... what if someone walks in..."
"Wouldn't you like that love? He walking on us... seeing you like this." He? was he talking about Zoro? Something on you clicked. Sanji quickly got up and kissed your ear and god fuck damn it, it made you feel so good. "Bet you'll love to feel his fingers fucking you, right my love?" He put two fingers in you, making you drop a loud whimper.
What the hell was going on with him? He said he was fine and then he goes and does this? You didn't knew how to react, even though your body was reacting pretty well to the scenario he was putting on your mind and his careless touches.
"Wait... is that what this is about!? You said you weren't mad!"
"I'm not mad... it's just... I don't know..." He sailed on to kiss your ear, the feeling so good, your kneed were failing at this point.
"Sanji, babe... are you turned on by the idea of a threesome with Zoro?" He didn't answer, busy on his ministrations. "Oh my god!", you smiled with your eyes closed, lost in pleasure, "I cannot believe it... now that is a surprise." Your fingers now laced with his blonde hair, pulling him for another wet kiss.
Sanji kept moving his fingers deep inside of you slowly, tortuously, he went to whisper in your ear. "I wasn't expecting this either, I suppose the idea of you being satisfied by another man makes me a mad man." He growled, "I don't care how, nor by who, just seeing you being consumed by pleasure drives me insane, love." He said, his voice deep and raspy, fuck you were about to cum just by hearing his words.
"Even if it's Zoro?" You asked breathless.
"That only makes it hotter, angel. Today I saw how he looked at you, I'm pretty sure he wants you, how wouldn't he?"
"Sanji, please..." This was too much to bear, his words, his touches. Sanji took off his fingers of you, unzipping his pants and tossing them aside. "I need you, please." You begged.
"I'm sure he wants to fuck you up so bad," he said positioning the tip of his dick right on your entrance, "I know you want that too," he pushed himself in so hard it made you screamed, "and honestly I wanna see it too, my love."
He started rough and kept it going like that, his hips crashing into you like never before. His hard dick hitting the right spots of your dripping pussy that you were about to see the heaven itself. This wasn't your usual Sanji, but fucking hell you were loving it.
"Say you want it dear, tell me how much you want him to fuck you." His words sweetly but dominant, a combination so deathly your core was paying the consecuences.
"Sanji... please..." Your nails were burried on his back, while your other hand was on the counter of the kitchen, trying to seek some stability despised his desperate thrusts.
"Say it." He kissed your neck, teeth invading the smooth skin. And if Sanji's strokes weren't harsh enpugh, he still managed to get to your clit with his hand, gaining a loud and gutural moan from you. "I'm waiting, sweet angel..."
"Fuck!! I want him!! I do... Ahh- I-I need him so so fucking bad..." You finally admitted, all consumed by the pleasure Sanji was exploiting on you.
"Can you imagine it, love? I know you do, I can feel you clenching around me every time I mentioned that stupid swordsman." His tone deep, but never rude, even through all this facade, he never harmed you, his gentle and caress mannerisms never left.
"Aaahh f-fuckSanji... I'm so close..." You said as you felt your orgasm approaching, the electricity increasing.
"You'll love to feel his dick in and out of this little pussy, yes?" You could feel how he was already there too, god this was insane, he was insane.
"Aaahhh y-yes!!"
"Knowing I'll be there to see how another man fucks you senseless, you, my love, my angel," he emphasized, "fuck babe... I can't wait to see." He took a couple more strokes until you were on the edge, and when touching your clit harder, it was over for you.
"Sanji, I-Im coming, I'm coming..."
"Come for me my love, give it to me, I'm right after you."
The shock of your orgasm hit you hard, making your whole body tremble in pleasure when it hit you. Sanji came right after you, filling you up with his seed. His breathing and whimpering hard like never before.
He placed his forehead against yours, leaving a tender kiss on your lips and caressing one of your cheeks. You were all sweaty and breathless, both trying to recover from the high.
"What the hell, Sanji?" It was all you could mutter, still trying to process this face of your boyfriend.
"I'm sorry love, I know this wasn't like me. Are you okay?" True concern painted on his face, you nod, a weak smile forming on your face.
"Don't be! Fuck, it was amazing." You kissed his lips, feeling his arms taking you in a sweet hug.
"Did I harmed you?" You immediately denied with your head.
"Not at all, babe. Though I must admit I wasn't expecting any of this..." You look him in the eye, just to see a confused expression, you could tell that not even him knew what to do with his this mixed feelings.
"Trust me my love, me neither." He laughed.
You smiled, whipping his hair up to see those curly brows that you loved so much, grabbing his face so you could place a sweet kiss on his forehead.
"So... how are we gonna conviced Zoro to do it?" You bit your lip, Sanji smiled.
