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β§ genre :: x fem!reader
β§ warnings :: pwp (with plot), cunnilingus, squirting, let me know if I missed anything!! (!!!THIS IS ONLY AN INTERPRETATION OF THE CHARACTER IDOLβS PLAY AND IS NOT MEANT TO PORTRAY NOR HARM ANY REAL PEOPLE!!!)
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β Your boyfriend invited you to come to the studio with him and help with his writers block, little did you know you got a reward for helping.
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β itβs been a whileβ¦dw, thereβs gonna be a lot of posts this week hopefully
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Today had been a long day for you.
Considering your job, every day was a long day for you. What added irony to the situation was the fact that you were off of work today. So what made your day so long?
Well, your boyfriend, Suga, usually put himself in the studio for what felt like endless hours in the studio. When he enters the studio, he turns into someone possessed. An absolute powerhouse. Whether itβs to help make music for his group, mixing own solos, building demos from scratch, or producing beats for some other artist, heβs always been talented in this field. Heβs usually able to do all of this on his own, something that amazed you, but unfortunately, lately heβs been stuck on creating new material and decided to let you tag along and help.
Wellβ¦he called it helping.
In your eyes, it was pointless. You just occupied the couch most of the time, listening to the chaotic noise of sounds coming together to blend as one beautiful harmony. You scribbled down some lyrics and what not, occasionally you threw out a little recommendation or two. You were completely unaware of how much your little ideas and presence in general helped.
As you entered, the cold biting wind swept right into your home along with you. The strong breeze from outside blew right into the house as you held it open for him to follow you in.
Once he was inside, you fought against the wind, leaning your whole body weight against the door to finally force it closed.
As you locked the door and placed the key on the designated hook, he was behind you, dropping his bag. It hit the floorboards with a βthud!β. The careful way in which he handled the bag made you assume maybe it contained something valuable.
The first thing you did when you had time to settle was kick off your shoes and immediately shoot for the stairs to your bedroom.
You stepped into your bedroom, the cozy space had a welcoming atmosphere, especially after being stuck in the hospital-like studio all day. You didnβt even have the energy to think about standing under a hot shower, let alone actually being under one and doing a full nighttime routine. That could wait until morning. Right now, your only goal was getting comfortable.
You turned around, slightly surprised to see Suga leaning against the frame. Usually, after a marathon studio session like today, heβd head straight back to his own apartment and call you when he arrived. It was out of the ordinary, and a slight but sudden change in his behavior.
You walked over to your dresser, pulling out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft pajama shorts, unbothered by his presence, you hooked your fingers into your sweatpants, pulled them down, and stepped out of them, tossing them toward the laundry hamper.
(Name) finally spoke up, his voice lower than usual. You assumed it was from hours of barking feedback over studio monitors.
"Yeah?" you murmured, pulling your shirt over your head.
"I wanted to say thank you. Seriously. For today."
You popped your head through the collar of your t-shirt, letting it fall loosely around your hips, and offered a small, dismissive wave. "Oh, please. Don't worry about it. I just sat on the couch and wrote a few lyrics. I barely did anything."
You genuinely meant it. To you, it wasn't a big deal, you just enjoyed being in his comfort space and helping him clear his writer's block
But to him? It clearly meant the world.
As you were reaching for your pajama shorts, Suga moved to close the distance between you both. His hands came up, resting his fingers on your bare waist, his touch surprisingly warm against your skin. Right now, he wasnβt just looking at you, he was staring right into your eyes, into your soul. His gaze was intense and focused strictly on you.
Kisses weren't usually his thing. His physical affection was usually much more casual, but the way he was looking at you right now felt entirely different. It felt deeply personal.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, finally breaking the tension that sat between you two.
This kiss felt different from any other one youβd received from him. It wasnβt like a rushed kiss before he would head off to work.
It was slow, deliberate, and incredibly deep. His tongue parted your lips, desperate to get a taste of you. The intimacy of it caught you off guard.
When he finally pulled back, he didn't break eye contact. He stayed mere inches away, his dark eyes searching yours, making sure you understood exactly how grateful he was without saying another word.
"You really don't think you did much, do you?" he whispered, slight disappointment mixed with disbelief apparent in his voice. His thumbs tracing the line of your underwear.
Before you could answer, he guided you backward until the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You stumbled onto the sheets. He followed you down instantly, crawling between your thighs before you could even think about grabbing the now forgotten pajama shorts.
"Let me show you exactly how much you helped," he murmured against your bare thigh, his breath was hot against your skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down in one smooth familiar motion.
He adjusted himself, lifting your legs to go over his shoulders to adjust himself. He didn't wait for a signal, he knew your body better than he knew his own. He leaned in, his head diving between your thighs as he gave a few gentle but teasing kisses to your inner thighs.
When his tongue finally made contact with your core, he let out a muffled hum of approval. He loved the unique taste and flavors that hit his tongue every time he did this.
He shifted slightly, he wasn't rushing, this was a reward. He was thorough with his movements. He licked every inch of your pussy, making sure not to leave any area neglected or untouched.
Once he finally got around to your clit, he swirled his tongue around your bud teasingly before finally taking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his lips, sucking in a way that turned every thought that was in your mind into a thought about your pleasure.
He paused for a second, his breath hot and damp against your sensitive skin, just to hear you whine his name, and then he dove back in with a new intensity and a new mission. His sole purpose now was to bring you over the edge.
You felt your entire world shrink down to the feeling of his mouth on your skin. The sensation was overwhelming but pleasurable. You couldn't help but arch your back off the bed, pushing into him more.
You tried to tell him how much you loved this, but all that came out was a breathless moan, your voice desperate as you called out his name into the otherwise quiet room.
He didn't let you rest for even a second, his tongue continued flicking with an intensity that couldnβt be replicated.
He alternated between swirling his tongue in circles against your folds and sealing his lips firmly around your clit again, the suction felt like it was trying to pull the soul out of you.
He could feel the way your body tensed, the way your thighs shook against his cheeks, the explicit noises that were coming from your mouth, He had you right where he wanted you.
He doubled his efforts, intensified the suction, sharpened the flicks of his tongue, broadened the area he licked, making sure he hit every pleasure point.
That finally pushed you to the brink.
Your head fell back into the bed, eyes rolling back, eyelids fluttering as the world around you became a blur. Every muscle in your legs were trembling, your hips involuntarily jerking into his mouth, craving more as warm liquids squirted from your body and into his mouth.
While you were coming down from your high, (Name) didn't immediately pull away. He stayed between your thighs, still going, as dedicated as ever, making sure to catch every single drop he could of your delicious cum. He lingered, his tongue lazily lapping at the remaining liquids of your skin.
You had to physically push his head away to get him to stop, overstimulated and weak. He slowly backed away, his face flushed and glistening stray drops of moisture clinging to his lower lip and dripping down his chin. He reached down, his palm flat against your stomach, feeling the twitching beneath your skin. His eyes were dark, staring at you as if you were hung over the moon. "God... you're incredible," he sighed.
"Great," you panted, "Now I actually have to take a shower."
You looked over to him, he had a lazy but satisfied smirk on his face. βI could come with.β He replied.
You rolled your eyes, though you were anything but annoyed. You pushed yourself up. βYeah, sure.β
He made his way to the bathroom as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. βAnd (Name)?β
He hummed, looking back at you in the hallway as you followed to the bathroom.
βLet me know if you ever need more extra help in the studio.β
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