The Kingdome still stands and Ken Griffey Jr. knocks out home runs night after night. Bill Clinton enters his second term as President. Pop music is edging out the grunge scene. The technology boom is taking over. And for the employees of the Exodus Mall, it’s a year of romance, longing, and misconceptions in the Emerald City.
// Map of the Exodus Mall + Character relationship map! //
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// MINSEOK // - [ Don’t Call It a Love Song ]
It’s been two years since you opened the bookstore across from KMS Music. Two long years of falling in love with its sexy and sarcastic owner, never imagining that he might feel the same. You’ve always preferred fiction over reality; books and stories just seemed to be inexplicably better, and safer, than real life. But when an unexpected present is delivered on your store’s two year anniversary, you think you might have found the one person who can tempt you to leave the fantasy world and chase something real.
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↳ Bonus: It was a love song, after all - Minseok and Bookworm get ready to tie the knot after two years of mutual pining, a year of dating, and surprisingly soft Christmas Eve proposal.
// YIXING // - [ Temptation ]
Cursing yourself for not majoring in something more practical, you struggle to find work after graduation. On the recommendation of a friend you finally take a temporary job working at Sinful, the chocolate store in the mall, for the Valentine’s Day season. You think that the name is perfectly suited to the man who runs it, Yixing. Sensual, talented, and creative, you can’t wait to get to work everyday to see him. You chastise yourself for having these feelings about your boss, but don’t seem to be able to stop. When the season ends he surprises you both, deciding that he wants to keep you in his life, as more than just an employee.
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// KYUNGSOO // - [ The Problem With Wanting ]
Quiet, observant, and whip smart, Kyungsoo keeps Barada Pizza running behind the scenes. Whether he’s firing up pizzas in the large stone ovens or slaving away over paperwork at night, his focus is on keeping the business going. He’s kept his nose to the grindstone for years, desperate to prove his family wrong, and lately he’s forgotten how to look up and see anything else. When you barge into his life, a wildfire of a woman in disguise as a waitress, he finds that for the first time in ages he can’t look away.
↳ Bonus: Two Left Feet - you and Soo taking dance lessons before your wedding
↳ Bonus: The benefit of longing - An unexpected surge of jealousy while you’re out of town at a conference pushes Kyungsoo to finally ask you a question that scares him more than anything.
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// SEHUN // - [ Animosity ]
When you transferred to the Seattle branch of Starlight Apparel from California you never expected to take such an immediate dislike to one of your co-workers. But to be fair, he brought it on himself by being such an ass to you first. Sparks fly and tempers flare as you clash time and time again, neither missing an opportunity to provoke the other. But one long night locked together in an electrical closet during a power outage forces you and Sehun to reconsider your opinions of each other.
↳ Bonus: Like an old married couple - Sehun and Starlight are ready to head out for a weekend of camping and music with your friends, as long as your arguing doesn’t throw a wrench into things.
// CHANYEOL // - [ All Our Broken Places ]
If Kyungsoo is the brains behind Barada Pizza, Chanyeol is the bravado. Flirting with customers young and old in his loud and cheerful voice, in between calling out orders. With his ability to seemingly remember every customer’s name and order it’s no surprise that everyone who meets him falls in love. Outside of work he has no problem living up to his nickname of Playboy Park, with his personality and good looks. But beneath his bravado is a heart that he gave away years ago, to a girl who won’t even give him the time of day anymore.
↳ Bonus: Our Firsts/My Lasts - Chanyeol reflects on your relationship’s history while he writes his vows.
↳ Bonus: The Breaking - a prequel to All Our Broken Places. Warning: SAD AF, ANGSTY 😂
// JONGIN // - [ Freestyle ]
The front desk job at the KOKO Exercise Studio was supposed to be your fresh start, somewhere new to escape the past. If only your ex-fiancé could take the hint. When he starts invading your life once again, stopping by constantly, the last person you would have expected comes to your defense. The edgy, brooding dance teacher Jongin is definitely not how you imagined your prince charming, but he might prove to be just the man you need.
// TAO // - [ Fractions of Tomorrow ]
They always say opposites attract, but you and Tao are putting that theory to the test. He works nights at Flanagan’s, you work the crack of dawn shift at Starbucks. He wears leather jackets, swears like a sailor, and drives a motorcycle. You prefer Keds to Chucks, study poetry at UW, and ride a pastel purple bike across town. Luckily, he’s not someone who’s afraid of a challenge.
// JONGDAE // - [ Reboot ]
Chen’s Electronics is a mystery, both how the store came to be and the man running it. Some say Jongdae’s a genuis with an IQ of 157, a prodigy kicked out of University for being smarter than his professors. Some say he made his fortune young and got out of the tech industry early. No one knows where he came from, they just know he’s the only one they trust to fix their computers. When you start working as a receptionist for the enigma that is Kim Jongdae you’re determined to be the one who unravels the mystery.
// JUNMYEON // - [ The Meet Cute ]
Having a hard time finding a 17th Century pocket watch? An antique Tiffany lamp? A first edition, signed copy of East of Eden by John Steinbeck? Ask anyone in Seattle and they’ll point you to Guardians, a hole in the wall collectables shop known for tracking down anything hard to find. If only the single dad running it could find what he’s looking for; if only he could figure out who he’s looking for. When you start working at the mall daycare and he sees you playing with his son, with your joyful presence and endless patience, he suddenly realizes exactly what his life is missing: you.
// BAEKHYUN // - [ Silver Screen Bandits ]
You and your best friend Baekhyun have worked at the movie theater for years. Starting in high school, all the way through college, and now on nights and weekends while you work your “real jobs” during the day. The energy, the free movies, and Baek’s entertaining personality make it the perfect escape from the stress of the corporate world. All of your friends marvel at the fact that you two seem to have dispelled the myth that a man and woman can’t be just friends. But Halloween night at the mall turns everything on its head, in more ways than one.
↳ Bonus: The Brief and Disastrous Knighthood of Byun Baekhyun - some Hitch and Baek fun nonsense from high school.
↳ Bonus: New Year, Same Baekhyun Hitch and Baek’s New Year’s tradition is a bit more charged than usual after a challenge issued by their favorite waitress.
Neurosurgeon!Wonwoo x Pediatric Surgeon!Female Reader (briefly feat. Seventeen, Nu’est, Pristin, Ateez, Itzy, and Hinapia)
Word Count: 3324
Contents: Grey’s Anatomy au, lots of medical talk (tumours, cancer, surgery, chemotherapy), smut (protected sex)
You know you’re a kick ass pediatric surgeon, you have no need to prove it to anyone at all, certainly not the ass who runs the Neuro department.
Well until you’re forced to work a case with him, anyway.
Cast | Prequels | Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | ???
WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x dom!Nanami Kento, oral (m!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), daddy kink (I mean… it’s Nanami. And it’s in the title), bondage (Nanami’s tie, brb I’m going to go scream a little), squirting, use of pet name (baby girl).
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You curse under your breath, running as fast as you can to get to his apartment. You’re running late, and you haven’t even thought of an excuse to tell him yet. You stop to catch your breath in the elevator, pressing the button to get to his floor multiple times, as if that’s going to make it move faster.
When you step out of the elevator on his floor, you hesitate with your fist in the air. What if you simply don’t show up? He hasn’t texted you anyway, maybe he’s forgotten… but there’s no way he could have, and you know it.
With a defeated sigh, you rap your knuckles against the wooden door, waiting to be let in. You stand there for a second, frowning when there’s no response. Isn’t he home?
You place your hand on the handle, your confusion growing when the door opens easily. You look around the place; it seems deserted. You turn around, your eyes landing on a thin ray of light on the floor. With a gulp, you walk towards his studio. You knock on the door once more, exhaling shakily when a voice replies softly.
“Come in.” You push the door, closing it behind your back. Nanami locks eyes with you from his seat, and you curl your fingers around the hem of your shirt nervously, fiddling with the fabric. “Take a seat.” He gestures at one of the armchairs in front of you.
You walk towards the empty seat, plopping down on it as your eyes stray to the side.
“I, um…”
“Why are you late?” He interrupts you before you can even gather your thoughts. “You know how much it displeases me when you are.”
“I… there was a lot of traffic today.”
Nanami hums, stands up and walks around his desk slowly. He comes to a stop in front of it, leaning his weight against it. His eyes never abandon you.
His jacket’s on the back of his chair, and his tie’s loose around his neck. Has he actually been waiting for a long time?
“Right.” He tightens his lips into a thin line. He doesn’t buy it. Usually, you’d text whenever you’re running late. “Now, why don’t you tell me the real reason why you’re late?”
You breathe out softly, trying to steady your nerves as you avert your eyes. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, and your gaze roams the entire room to avoid his. You notice the desk is unusually cleared.
“I overslept,” you admit in a whisper, eyes on the floor.
It’s not like you’re scared of him, but there’s just something that makes you want to avoid displeasing him… and his presence is extremely imposing.
“You overslept,” he repeats with a disapproving hum, arms crossed over his chest. “So not only were you late, but you lied about the reason why you were.” He studies you for a moment, taking a couple steps forward until he stops right in front of you. “What did I say I’d do the next time you disobeyed me, hmm?”
You tighten your hands into fists.
“That you’d punish me…”
“Then I guess we should get right to it, shouldn’t we?”
“Yes…” you breathe out shakily.
He places his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up into his eyes.
“Yes… what?”
“Yes…” you lick your lips slowly, looking at him through your long lashes. “Daddy.”
WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Sub!Gojo Satoru, oral (m!receiving), use of pet name (baby), unprotected sex, edging (m), bondage (m), fingering (f), slight degradation.
one day I saw this fanart of sub hoejo and I haven’t been the same ever since (fanart’s 100% NSFW (18+), you can see his pp y'all… you’ve been warned! 🤨)
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Your knuckles turn white as you grip your phone tightly in your hand, which is shaking with rage. You clench your jaw, eyes on the video Gojo sent you. In it, there he is, jerking off while lewd noises fall off his lips. You see his gleeful smile as he strokes himself, moaning loudly. He rubs the tip of his cock with his thumb, smearing his pre-cum along his shaft, his hand speeding up. You swallow especially hard when he cries out, cum spurting out of his slit and landing all over his stomach.
Gojo had been trying to get your attention all day, texting you repeatedly throughout the morning. When that didn’t work, he started sending silly pictures of himself. It was cute, actually; you enjoyed those pictures. But then he started sending horny texts. When you ignored those, he sent thirst traps, and when that also failed to get your attention, he sent fully nude pictures of himself. You were just about to text him back when you got the first video, and after that, a text that read ‘Wish you were here’. You would have let it slide, if it weren’t because of the second video he sent you, with the caption ‘Really, really wishing you were here. I bet you’d love to lick me clean’. You watched the whole thing, lips pressed into a thin line as you felt your damp underwear sticking against your skin under your skirt.
But the third video was the final straw. It was no different from the previous two; the content was practically the same. Gojo jerking off, moaning your name and saying obscene things that you knew damn well were directed at you (even if he didn’t specify so, he didn’t need to), and releasing his load all over him.
When you get back to your office, you sit down and squeeze your thighs together, rubbing them in hopes to find some relief. You really do try to hold back, but your mind keeps replaying the damn videos over and over and over again. All you can see is Gojo pleasuring himself; all you can hear are his aggressive groans as he came undone.
Gulping, you look at your superior, excusing yourself and saying you have an urgent matter to attend to, and ask if you can be excused. You’re glad that you never skip a day, never call in sick. Just one time won’t affect you, and you’ll made sure it’s the only time it happens.
You also can’t stop thinking about them on your way home — the videos. You might be silent, but it’s extremely loud inside your head. Pictures of Gojo, videos of Gojo, his body, his smile, his glimmering skin, his moans, and breathy laughs… his cum. Your lip twitches with contained anger, struggling to keep your face as neutral as possible. That changes when you get to your shared apartment.
You leave your bag on the table, taking off your high heels and pad silently across the room. You find Gojo sitting on the couch, eyes lazily looking up as you stand before him. The corners of his lips tug upward with the hint of a smile. He wanted to provoke you, and you’re pissed that he had been successful. That? That you wouldn’t let slide so easily.
You exit the room to find a chair, dragging it to the middle of the room Gojo’s in. His smug expression switches to an uncertain one as he eyes the chair carefully, brow slightly creased. Without a word, you walk up to him, take him by the collar of his shirt, and drag him back to the chair, throwing him in it. Gojo’s eyes widen at your roughness, blinking. His lips part open when you remove his shirt, not slowing down until you’ve gotten rid of his pants as well.
“Well, hello to you, too,” he says, humor tinging voice. He hasn’t seen the bag you brought with you.
You look him in the eye, lips quirking up slightly. You brush his hair back, taking his chin in your hand to kiss him gently. Gojo lets out a surprised hum, quickly melting into the kiss. He doesn’t question why he’s sitting in the middle of the room with nothing but his underwear on, but your lips are so soft and sweet that he simply forgets to ask — which is a mistake. You walk around him to stand right behind the chair, kneeling down to tie one of his hands against the leg of the chair.
Gojo’s smile drops in an instant, and you can see him trying to process what’s going on as you tie his other hand to the other leg. You move quickly, giving his as little time to think as possible. Before long, both of his legs are tied to a front leg of the chair. He’s completely restrained.
“Baby? What are yo— mph!” he tries to speak, but you interrupt him as you muzzle him with a piece of cloth, tying it behind his head. Gojo’s eyes bug out.
You smile sweetly at him, resting a hand on the back of the chair to bend over so your faces are mere inches apart.
“You were such a bad boy today, Satoru,” you say menacingly, Gojo growing flustered at your hard, dominant tone. You lower your voice to a whisper, but you know he’s be able to hear every single word. “And bad boys deserve to be punished.”
A soft noise escapes from the back of his throat, but you ignore him, just like you did his texts. He gulps as you unbutton your blouse agonizingly slowly, taking your time with each button. When you get all of them open, you shrug the fabric off your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms until it pools behind you on the floor.
You also take your time with your skirt, sliding it down your legs slowly, caressing your skin with the tips of your fingers. Gojo’s eyes are glued to you, hypnotized by the little show you’re putting on. He bites hard on the gag, eyes traveling down your body and taking in your thin lingerie.
His breath becomes heavy; coming out in short and ragged huffs. You let your hands roam your own body, groping your breasts over your clothes, fondling, tugging on your visibly hardened nipples. You don’t have to stimulate yourself much; the pictures of Gojo and him jerking off practically embedded in your eyelids. And now you have him in front of you, completely defenseless and at your mercy — and you feel merciless.
You brush your fingers over your clothed pussy, gasping at the featherlight touch over your sensitive area. You can feel the sticky fabric, darkened with your arousal. Gojo’s brow twitches as he lets out a soft grunt.
Eyes on his, you slip two fingers inside your panties, rubbing them up and down your slit to pleasure yourself. You pant softly, biting your lip as you insert two fingers inside your wet cunt. With one hand fingering yourself, you use the other one to play with your breasts, sighing with pleasure. You only pause to unclasp your bra and drop it to the floor, your panties following soon after. And there you are, completely naked in front of him… and completely out of his reach.
You move closer, and stay just far enough so that if you moved a hair closer, you’d be touching, just to taunt him. You drop to your knees, spreading your legs open to give him a full view, and start rubbing your fingers on yourself. Gojo whines, his arms struggling against his bonds. He lets out an uncomfortable groan, shimming his hips on the chair.
You smile up at him, pumping yourself slowly.
“Look at you, so hard when I haven’t even touched you,” you whisper, moaning softly afterward. And it’s that what drives him especially mad, when you moan like that in his ear; when he makes you moan like that as he curls his slender fingers inside your tight, warm pussy. “How does it feel… seeing everything, but not being able to touch me?” you ask, cocking your head to the side, and realization dawns on him. He swallows hard, guessing what will happen throughout the night. He isn’t excited about it; you’re planning to torture him into madness. “Can you tell how wet I am for you?” Gojo groans again, the veins in his neck popping out. “You can, can’t you? You can tell how much I want you, as…” you’re interrupted by your own moan. “As I fuck myself with my fingers… really, really wishing you were here.”
Gojo’s eyes darken at the phrase, watching helplessly as you pleasure yourself with your fingers. He clenches his jaw, his mouth watering at the sight in front of him. His boxers are starting to feel extremely constricting against his throbbing cock, and he realizes that was what you had planned all along. You wanted him to feel the need you had felt; how uncomfortable your clothes felt while you watched him jerking off.
And he can only watch as you come undone on your own fingers, squeezing his eyes shut as though it physically hurts not being able to touch you. And, well, it actually does.
His body twitches forward when you inch closer, thinking you’ll finally untie him so he can fuck you right. Instead, you reach for the bag you had left behind the chair, and Gojo groans deeply when he sees the vibrator in your hand.
You switch it on, the soft, buzzing noise filling the room. He clenches all of his muscles when you place a hand on his knee, looking up at him through your lashes. He grimaces, eyes transfixed on your parted lips, wanting to fuck your mouth more than anything.
His breathing quickens when you lift the vibrator, sliding it up his leg and toward his crotch. You tilt your head when your eyes land on the dark, wet patch of pre-cum in his underwear, and you brush your hand over it lightly, tracing the wet circle with your finger. Gojo moans, the area feeling overly sensitive.
“Mmm, poor baby,” your voice is low and mocking, and God, it turns him on so fucking much. “I would love to lick you clean, but I’m afraid these are in the way,” you murmur, pulling on the band of his underwear and snapping it against his hip. Gojo lets out what sounds like a curse, wide eyes on the vibrator inching closer and closer to his crotch. He cries out when you press the toy firmly against him, his fingers clawing the air. He ends up gripping the legs of the chair so tightly his knuckles turn white.
Gojo gasps against the gag, biting down on it as his hips buck upwards, chasing the toy in your hand.
“Aw, you pathetic little thing; trying to relieve yourself when you know you don’t actually deserve it.” You chuckle, moving the vibrator to press it against yourself instead.
Gojo feels himself harden more (if that’s even possible) at your condescending tone. Shit, that drives him insane, and you know it.
Your moan is lewd and loud, and you grip Gojo’s leg as you rub the vibrator all over your pussy, taking special care of your clit. Gojo keeps trying to talk, his chest heaving up and down with ragged breaths, but you pay no attention to him. All you’re focusing on is pleasuring yourself, and making him watch. You love the strained sounds coming from the back of his throat, his body twitching with need; his erection pressing torturously against his tight boxers, wet with pre-cum.
You moan his name, which only makes him tug on his bonds harder, and you gasp and squirm as you touch all the right places with the vibrator. You speed up the circles you’re drawing on your clit, angling yourself toward him when, for the second time, you feel that familiar knot at the pit of your stomach. And, without a warning, you start squirting aggressively, mouth falling open as your orgasm hits you, sprinkling him as you come undone with pleasured cries.
Gojo fights against his restraints to no avail, desperately searching your eyes to look at you pleadingly. Good, he’s desperate. So had you been, when your phone kept pinging with notifications of his pictures, with a full view of his thick cock, right there, but so far away. Yours, but unreachable.
You take a second to catch your breath after your second orgasm, hooded eyes looking at the trembling man in front of your. You kneel between his legs, palming him over his tight boxers.
“These look tight,” you tut, and he groans gutturally, brows scrunched up and head thrown back as you massage him.
You hook your fingers in the elastic of his underwear, pulling it down just enough for his member to spring out. Gojo lets out a huge sigh of relief, eyes closing in delight at the freeing feeling. His eyes snap open when you curl your fingers around him, sliding them up his thick shaft. He gasps, hypnotized by the circular pattern your thumb is lazily drawing on the tip of his cock, oozing thick drops of pre-cum. You stick your tongue out, licking the salty liquid. Gojo moans in an animalistic way, his abdomen tensing up as you surround his tip with your hot, wet mouth, his moans increasing when you run your tongue over his slit to get all the pre-cum he’s released.
You bob your head up and down his length, forcing yourself to take him whole; going deep, so deep he feels the back of your throat. Gojo throws his head back, his fingers flexing with the urge to hold your face still as he fucks your pretty mouth.
You don’t stop until your nose touches his pelvis, and you take the chance to squeeze his balls softly, caressing them gently as you move your head to please him. Gojo pants heavily, unable to take his eyes off you, his cock twitching inside your mouth at the sight of your dark lips wrapped around him.
You pull back, licking a hot, long strip from the bottom of his shaft to his tip, putting him whole in your mouth again. You place your hands on his hips to still his movements, knowing him too well to know he’s dying to thrust his hips up to force himself on you.
You moan against him, sending exquisite vibrations down to the base of his cock. Gojo groans wildly, closing his eyes in enjoyment — which doesn’t last long, because, suddenly, when he’s just about to go over the edge, you pull back and stand up, a devilish smile on your lips.
Gojo whines at the lack of heat, legs trembling pathetically.
“You came at least three times, baby,” you coo, stroking his jaw with your fingers. When you reach his chin, you force him to look up into your eyes, your smile broadening when you see the tortured expression on his face. “Oh, don’t make that face. That’s not what you looked like when you were making such a mess all over yourself.”
You hum, placing featherlight kisses along his jaw. When you’ve traced your lips along it, you move downward, peppering his neck with kisses. You’re not as gentle with his collarbone, biting on his smooth, pale skin, sucking until you leave several marks all over his chest.
You pause in front of his right nipple, looking up at him as your tongue lashes out against it. Gojo gasps, arms tensing as he tries to pull them up. You wrap your lips around the hardened nub, his pants and gasps sounding so heavenly as you nibble softly on it, swirling your tongue around. You make sure to pay the same attention to the other side.
Gojo’s squirming in his place by the time you’re done with his nipples, and he suffers in failed silence as you start humping his thigh, grinding your hips against him to reach your third orgasm. It doesn’t take you long to get there. He feels everything; the way your folds spread to smear your slick and cum along his upper thigh, pussy clenching around nothing as your sweet, breathy moans fill his ears. His skin’s shimmery with sweat, and his muscles feel sore of straining so much — he can barely even breath.
“Looks like you’d like to say something.”
He nods fervently.
You study him for a moment, tracing the muzzle with the tip of your index finger. You hum teasingly, tugging on it to remove it from his mouth. You let it rest against his chest, like a nice, doggy collar. Maybe you should’ve brought the collar with you — he always looks so pretty in it.
Gojo actually gasps for air, panting loudly as he struggles to get a single word out.
“Baby—“
“Shhh…” you whisper, pressing your finger against his lips, hushing him. “I’m not done with you yet.”
You stand up slowly, hoisting a leg on his thigh so your sopping cunt is fully exposed in front of him. Gojo swallows hard, his eyes gazing up at you, still pleading. You don’t care.
“Baby…” he tries speaking again, his husky voice breaking. You interrupt him by crashing your lips against his in a fierce, demanding and possessive kiss. “Mph!”
“Be a good boy,” you say. “And keep your mouth shut. If I hear even one of those pathetic little whimpers of yours, you’re not leaving this chair.” You gasp when you bury your fingers inside your messy pussy once again, pumping fast, curling your fingers, using the heel of your palm to stimulate your clit. It’s messy, loud, and extremely wet. With your other hand, you hold his face in place, digging your nails in the soft flesh of his cheeks as you force him to keep his eyes on you. “That’s it, baby. Keep your eyes on me,” you say, throwing your head back, a filthy moan escaping your lips.
When you open your eyes and look at him, you can’t help the groan you give. His eyes are impossibly dark, hypnotized by the way your cunt sucks your fingers in with ease, biting on his bottom lip so hard that you’re sure he’s going to draw blood if he doesn’t stop. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess, and he looks just so submissive, trying his best to swallow the moans clawing at his throat. He might cum just by looking at you.
“Satoru…” you gasp.
After three orgasms, reaching the fourth one isn’t too difficult of a task; everything’s so sensitive you could just keep cumming over and over again. And wouldn’t it be fun to make him watch?
You come undone against him, squirting all over him once more as you let a dragged out moan. His lips part open when he exhales shakily, and you take the chance to push your wet fingers inside his mouth.
“Lick them clean,” you instruct. He whines as he collects all of your arousal on your hand with his tongue, savoring it. He hums, desperately trying to lick every last drop of it. You watch as a little bit of drool dribbles down his chin — he’s such a mess, and it’s all thanks to you.
“Please…” he gasps, finding it extremely hard to speak with how hard he’s panting. “Please stop.” His voice cracks, and you watch with a satisfied smile as he’s finally completely and absolutely broken. “I need you. Do whatever you want, just please, please let me cum. Please, baby,” he literally begs between pants.
You hum, drumming you fingertips along his jawline.
“Look at you, crying like a child.”
“Please, I’m begging you. J-just fuck me.”
“You’ve endured everything so well… maybe you do deserve to cum, after all,” you murmur against his lips. “Well, who am I to say no?” you say, pressing your lips against his in a gentle, rewarding kiss.
You position yourself on top of him, stroking him twice before rubbing his tip against your entrance. You both moan, and you lower yourself to put the tip in, holding onto his broad shoulders for support.
Then, you slide down onto him fully, gasping as his thick cock spreads your walls apart, and Gojo lets out a loud, pathetic, shaky whimper when he fills you up completely, the feeling of your tight warmth enveloping him absolutely heavenly. He moans aggressively when you rock your hips against him, pressing his forehead against your chest to muffle his cries — you notice he’s being unusually loud.
You haven’t been riding him for too long — in fact, you’d only just barely even started when you feel him tensing up beneath you. Gojo buries his face in the crook of your neck, crying out, screaming when he shoots his hot load into your cunt, hard spasms making his body twitch after cumming extremely hard inside you (honestly, the amount is impressive). He whimpers repeatedly against your skin, his face falling to hide in your chest.
Your eyes widen in surprise; he came in a matter of seconds. That had never happened before.
“Oh, baby,” you coo softly, brushing his hair back to take a good look at his face. “Already?”
Gojo gulps, face growing hot with embarrassment. His lips part open as he lets out short pants, averting his gaze.
“I-I’m sorry,” he chokes out, desperately gasping for air, his abdomen still spasming with aftershocks. “I’m so sorry. I just… I don’t know what the fuck just happened…”
“It’s okay, baby,” you reassure him, kissing him sweetly. You push your tongue into his mouth, getting a moan out of him. “That doesn’t mean the fun’s over… it just means it’ll be more fun to watch.”
Gojo’s frown turns into a pleasured expression, head lolling back as you roll your hips against his. He feels himself twitching inside you, and he can’t help lifting his hips to meet yours, the sounds of skin slapping with each thrust driving him mad with lust.
He grips the legs of the chair tightly, pushing his lips against yours in a fierce kiss. Gojo looks down between your bodies, eyes darkening even more when he sees his dick being devoured by your pussy, sucked back in over and over again. But what he loves even more is seeing how his cum drips down between you, spurting everywhere whenever you slam yourself down on him.
He moans against your breasts, biting on your skin to leave a couple marks of his own. You pull him closer by the neck to connect your lips with his, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as you become one.
You slow down the rhythm, circling your hips in that way that he simply adores, only to switch back to hopping hard on him, and then rocking yourself gently back and forth.
It’s safe to say that Gojo also cums more than once.
After his fourth orgasm, Gojo throws his head back, panting heavily.
You brush his hair lovingly, stroking his cheeks with light fingers until he manages to catch his breath. He lifts his gaze to look at you. You have a soft smile on your lips.
“Have you learned your lesson, baby?” you ask in a hushed voice, your fingers sliding to his chin to lift it. “Only I can make you cum.”
Gojo’s lips part with a soft gasp, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
Who was the first person to think Satoru Gojō to be simply a ball of jokes and ego? Of course, he knows he’s powerful. If anything, he knows it best. He’s known it from childhood, felt the superiority behind his title of “Six Eyes”, the power behind his Jujutsu technique, had people grovel at his feet, probably, regarding his strength. Naturally, with that kind of upbringing, developing a sense of narcissism is to be expected, but it’s also probably one of the things Satoru dislikes most...
It would be so easy to be a normal man, even a man with normal Jujutsu Sorcerer abilities, if he’d had no choice there; a lesser member of the Gojō Clan to avoid having every single eye put on him.
He really would be the type of person to say “I love you” last, and for so many reasons, even though he would love you so much that it sometimes pained him. Satoru being the man that he is, he generally has no fear of much concerning himself -- he's practically, and quite literally, untouchable. But when comes to someone he loves? Like, romantically loves?
Satoru isn't afraid of much, but the idea that because you're closely associated with him, you could be targeted? He doesn't think he could bear the results of that. Especially if, somehow, he doesn't manage to be there to protect you.
What might be worse, or at least, a very close second, would be disappointing you. Satoru is a very proud man -- we know this; we know he makes it his subconscious mission make sure everyone know that he's the strongest, too. So, it's a fifty-fifty shot that him advertising his strength works to keep enemies away or draw them closer to test their own strength against the Six Eyes.
And what might disappoint you most is him taking things too far when all you want him to do is simply just "be careful".
Maybe you've come to accept just how powerful he is and that he just can't help it (not that he would try to help it, even so), but even still, he’ll worry that it overwhelms you and that you don’t talk to him about. And maybe it does, but mostly, it's you worrying about the target that seems to be ever stapled to the back of his uniform. Even if you're a Jujutsu Sorcerer yourself, you can't escape your worry.
It's all you can do somedays to lie to yourself in the hopes it settles somewhere other than the pit of your stomach. He hates that you feel that way. Hates that he makes you feel like you have to feel that way just to survive your relationship.
Satoru is normally quite shameless in much of the things he does, but this part of things gives him a guilty conscience, and will try and fix things materialistically -gifts, food, trips. If you aren't the type of person to accept apologies this way, unless you tell him straight up, he won't stop. But really, it's one of his main ways of expressing his love for you, replacing the void he leaves by giving something to you that he thinks you'll love.
And as appreciative as you are at the thought, it burns knowing that he feels he has to do that for you. You know he feels guilty for being away so often. You don't hold it against him, really. He has an important job, one that you're just thankful he's able to walk away safely and come back home to you.
I’d like to believe that Satoru is someone who would absolutely need full honesty if he were to enter a relationship. The world of Jujutsu Sorcery carries a lot of darkness and deceit, and the one thing, the one person in that world to come home to — be open-minded and ready to accept him into some open arms.
It doesn't show all that often, but I really do believe that Satoru is just tired, of expectations and of being just so strong. He doesn't mind the attention too much, but he just wishes there didn't have to be such a heavy case load that came with it, especially if it managed to interfere with his time with you.
He's as stubborn as he is lanky. Any kind of arguments you have rarely end with a favourable outcome that both of you can live with, so expect a very pouty Satoru. Be prepared for him to talk through Megumi or Yūji to talk to you -- he tried Nobara, but as a smart girl, she "respectfully" declined.
I think at this point, everybody knows this, but Satoru Gojō is a tease. He'll poke and prod at you until a limit is reached, but he won't cross it. He knows exactly when he's about to take it too far and he'll stop before any issue can pop up. Emotionally, though? If he knows that you're sensitive to teasing and that you're quick to become flustered, he knows no bounds -- I'm sorry, but you're done for. He's a menace, and seldom can a menace be stopped.
Dates with Satoru are incredibly thoughtful. Not only is he a good judge of character in that he knows all of what might interest you, but he has remembered everything you already love, including him. Sometimes, it's just quality time at home with him that you crave, and to Satoru, that's the best date of all.
He can be very emotionally intuitive, always seeming to know when something is bothering you or when you're upset. But when it comes to him having to express his emotions, he might not be the best person to try. His words might come out constrained or half-hearted, and any vulnerable thoughts he has, he'll pin down in his overworked brain so quickly. You'll have to pressure and encourage him to tell you what's on his mind. And it's you; you're on his mind. He'd constantly worry that you’ll begin to hate him if, perhaps, he starts to become too absent from your relationship.
Satoru is such an obvious camera whore, and if you are, too? Expect impromptu self-photoshoots, especially if you and him happen to look particularly hot that day. Forget even taking a car, he'll literally pick you up off the ground and the next thing you know, you're standing on the beach.
You won't need to ask him to take photos of you on your dates -- or, anywhere else, for that matter. Satoru will always have his phone charged and full of space so every opportunity that he has, he's using it to take as many photos of you as possible. His favourites are the candid shots he manages to sneak. Even the ugly ones. The sun hits you just right, effectively blinding him in the best way.
Oh, he loves you.
Personal space? No public displays of affection? He's never heard of them. Half of the time, he's following you into the bathroom and watches you intently, even as you do your business.
It's like I already said before-- the man is shameless.
He always has to be touching some part of you when you're together, always somehow staying in contact with you. Hands on your shoulders with his chin on your crown, taking your hand in his and swaying it between you or shoving it deep inside one of his pockets to keep doubly warm, an arm wrapped around your middle and holding you against his hip when you're walking together, or even just standing beside each other. He'd joke that he wishes he could glue his lips to yours.
For all that is good and holy, do not eat his sweets. He has a designated collection of goods that he and his sweet tooth can't live without, so for your own sanity, just make it easy on yourself and leave them alone? Especially since he’s made sure to have your own stash stocked up. Or else, he'll whine and pout forever and consider locking them all in a box to save the rest from you. If you happen to bake and bake well, there may be a smidgen of forgiveness in him for you eating some.
You and Megumi get along swimmingly... bonding over your mutual occasional disdain for Satoru. During any of yours and his' conversations is when he realizes that he's the third wheel and not Megumi.
Warnings: Voyeurism (Levi watching a ~seemingly~ private affair), rough sex, implied authority/power dynamics, established relationship (between Erwin and reader), praise, creampie, a brief bite, Levi wants reader and Erwin and I’m not sorry about it, so mentions of Levi fantasizing m/m as well
Word Count: 3k
A/N: I’ve had this fantasy for-fucking-ever and finally decided to put it all together. I debated how to write it, but ultimately decided this would be sexiest from Levi’s POV 🥰
and as always special thanks to my pals @titan-fodder, @whats-her-quirk and @mindninjax for looking over this and encouraging me
Levi shouldn’t be here.
The hallway is cold, dark, dusty. Filthy, like him. There’s an immoral weight bearing down on his shoulders, heavier than the world itself. Envy and lust curl around his throat in the same way a fist cinches around yours.
He. Shouldn’t. Be. Here.
But the moment his eyes found you, the silky, naked planes of your back rolling, arching, catching firelight, he was cemented to the floor.
He can see everything through the door crack: hands in your hair, the curve of your breast, the perfect heart shape of your ass pressed against the Commander’s desk. And he can see Erwin, too, broad shoulders eclipsing the light, golden hair falling against his forehead, brawny arms flexing as they move, touch.
Intimate, private affairs happening right in front of him. He didn’t even know the two of you were fucking when no one was looking.
pairings: Yoongi x Reader (I’m sorry, I swear I’m writing other things too)
rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit
c/w & themes: Comfort, fluff, angst, smut (grinding, oral, fingers, penetration, unprotected sex), referenced drug use, also, the words “palms are sweaty” are somewhere in here, have fun trying not to think “Mom’s spaghetti” when you read it.
genre: Comfort
word count: 6560 (read on ao3)
author’s note: Wrote this based on a really beautiful, sweet scene in the HBO show Betty. I highly, highly recommend you check it out. Dedicated to @mochilatae for being an incredible roomie, friend, inspiration, and guide; @purplehearts1996 for writing a wonderful comfort fic for me when I was really in my feels; and @skyys-universe for always making everything softer, better, and happier. Thanks, ladies. Such a good time!
Yoongi’s lips taste like teriyaki. He probably had chicken for lunch. On the sweeter side. Not the place across the street from the studio. They’re a little heavy-handed on the soy sauce.
“Missed you,” he whines, his frame pinning you down to your bed. “Need you.”
“Need?” you ask, surprised at the word. You hadn’t been concerned. You never really are with him. He certainly didn’t seem upset when he called and asked if you were home. Maybe he, through the peephole, was a bit more eager than usual for the door to open. But when he saw you in nothing but your mauve, satin camisole and matching shorts, he looked like he always looks when he looks at you. Just… sure. Simply sure.
this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, awkward seokmin & reader, therapists jeonghan AND soonyoung(🥸), (attempted) masturbation, (mentions of daddy!kink, name-calling, degradation). AAAAAH HAPPY FRIDAY!!! I am exhausted but we made it!! Yay🥳! I have this queued and I guarantee yall that I am already asleep by the time this goes up LMAO ☠️ Also a bit of a shorter chapter this week bc I broke up the draft I had so that it wasn’t a humongous chapter heheh… SO a bit of a shorter filler chapter this week before the next chapter! 🥰❤️🔥🎉 As always, thank you so much for your love and support 🥺💕 Enjoy ch 14 and have a good rest of your weekend!! 🥳✨🎉 I love you! 💕
Soonyoung’s brows furrow as he stares at Seokmin’s form across the table; fingertips stroking his own chin as he tries to dissect the situation.
“I don’t get it. So, you met the girl from the picture and now you’re… not talking? But you… like her? And she… likes you? What am I missing here?”
Seokmin groans in return - head in his hands as he mulls over the situation even more.
The part Soonyoung didn’t know happened to be the part where the two of you had technically known each other before that photo and had even masturbated together and to photos and videos of each other without knowing it had been the other. And while Seokmin was confident in the way he felt about you, regardless of everything, and also was daringly confident that you liked him too - he knew that it’d been awkward to find out in the manner that the two of you had found out.
“It’s just… hard to explain, hyung. I–there’s just some stuff I’m not ready to mention I guess. I just–I dunno, I didn’t think it’d go over that badly. I thought she’d at least wanna talk to me about it…”
this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, [side]jeonghanxreader, dirty talk, handjobs, ANGST and some cliche fic tropes teehee~ I redid this entire notes section bc it took so long to post this 😭 I’m so sorry kdfkds I finally just had the time to shut off of work even if just for a few hours so I managed to have proofreading time and actually relax and just… ☠️ exist and not do anything lol… 😮💨😭 Sad but anyway, thank you so much for your support and understanding, I know this was supposed to go up on friday and now it’s wednesday 😭 So far my little schedule change/break is going a little awry but here’s hoping for better days! Thank you for your patience! 💕
↳ genre&warnings; softdom!yoongi, mentions of weed, intercrural sex, sex toys, dirty talk, lazy sex, praise!kink.
↳ notes; HAPPY BORFDAY YOONGI!!💐❤️🔥🎉💍✨💕🎊💝 I miss u so much, everyday I think about ur cute ‘lil orange head from PTDLA 😭💕 I wish I could go back every waking moment I spend working skjhkdshf LOL I wish I could make it to PTDLV but alas 🥲 no time… but anyway, I hope yall enjoy this cute lil moment 🥰🎉 teehee~ Have a good day! 💕
i’m coming back like a hurricane;
i’m going to take you higher;
on a cloud of silver haze.
“Do you really have to go…?”
Yoongi laughs softly into your hair - arm wrapped around your midsection as you pout and stare out of the window into the twinkling skyline.
This was usually how you spent your time with him before he’d leave on his ‘business’ trips; lost in a haze before you found yourself underneath him.
“You ask this every time I go, sweetheart. Don’t you get tired of asking when you know my answer?”
The smell of weed and Yoongi’s favourite candle fill the air; eyes hazy and body feeling heavy with each second that the two of you lay in his bed in a comfortable silence.
“Sometimes I think maybe my whining will change your mind~”
Neurosurgeon!Wonwoo x Pediatric Surgeon!Female Reader (briefly feat. Seventeen, Nu’est, Pristin, Ateez, Itzy, and Hinapia)
Word Count: 5479
Contents: Grey’s Anatomy au, lots of medical talk (tumours, cancer, surgery, chemotherapy), smut (slight teasing, slight breast play, oral with male and female receiving)
You know you’re a kick ass pediatric surgeon, you have no need to prove it to anyone at all, certainly not the ass who runs the Neuro department.
Well until you’re forced to work a case with him, anyway.
Cast | Prequels | Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ???
You felt at least somewhat rested as you entered the hospital. It was still early. Rounds didn’t start for a little while so you took your time walking in, wandering to your locker and getting ready, and then wandering up to the pediatric ward. You still had fifteen minutes or so before you needed to meet the residents so you wandered the floor, hearing many of the kids up already and seeing Eunbin’s door open.
As you made it through the doorway you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face and the warmth that filled your heart at the scene.
– synopsis: The idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.
alt: What someone does for a person can be outstanding, sometimes.
↳ Pairing: yoongi x f. reader
↳ rating: 18+
↳ genre: phonesex!au, sexhotline!au
↳ word count: 14k+ (teehee)
↳ warnings: A LOT of dirty talk, age gap but OC is in legal age, college girl!OC, dom!yoongi x sub!OC, virgin OC, possessive yoongi, oral sex (m & f receiving), pronebone, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breeding, spit play, praise & degradation aka the unholy combination, face slapping, just so much smut but that's my forte
locate part one here
*1 month after.*
“Put your feet down from the table, Yoongi,” his boss, a clean-shaven man in his forties, says as he walks around his table. “I know the pride that you have – that’s great – but I don’t want you ruining my acacia.”
Yoongi heeds his instructions, getting himself comfortable on the couch across from his desk. The excitement, the thrill he’s feeling as of now, he can’t ever get used to.
The boss hands him a thick, white envelope with his monthly cash.
“When will I ever get a raise, boss?” he quips.
“Oh, as if seven grand isn’t enough for you?”
“For a self-deprecating job like this? No.”
His boss stares at him blankly, shaking his head side to side. Yoongi busts out a laugh. “I’m joking. Thank you, sir,” he says while standing up, heading straight to the door as he waves the envelope, “I’ll be going!”
“I applaud you, Yoongi.” His boss unexpectedly tells, making Yoongi turn around to face him once again. “I applaud you for your satisfactory performance.”
That smug, cocky smile on his face reappears as he attends to his boss’ praise.
“You keep this company alive.”
If someone else had heard him, their eyes would widen in shock. But it was fortunately normal for Yoongi. He was continuously glorified for his work, and his boss never hesitates to say that in front of other employees. Surprisingly, no one has resigned because of any sort of jealousy or clear unfairness. Complained? Many.
“Sir,” he chortles, “your favoritism is showing.”
His boss spreads his arms to the side, bestowing a winning smile, “Can’t argue with that. Keep up the good work, man.”
Yoongi points his index finger at him, “You got it,” he says before finally exiting the room.
Buzz wasn’t always recognized and tolerated by many people. The first time they have launched their website, and people got intrigued by this so-called ‘sex hotline’, a lot were skeptical, if not – disgusted by the overall thought of their concept.
But not until one person, someone who had not been blessed with the jackpot of life, decided to give it a shot and apply for the job. And that changed everything.
Yoongi just did not give a single fuck about those people who despised him for applying to be a phone sex operator. He’s making money from getting people off — from a distance! Who wouldn’t want that sort of cash?
And that’s when the name ‘Suga’ came along. He became a popular demand by clients amongst other employees.
“Who cares?” Yoongi replies after being asked by one of his friends, Hoseok, about being the boss’ favorite. “They should be better at their job.”
You regret a lot of things in your life.
How you didn't throw a grandiose eighteenth birthday party to celebrate your legality, how you constantly forget to run every single essay you've written through an online plagiarism checker, how you didn't socialize enough to have a large circle of friends — and how you threw away Yoongi's index card with his phone number a few weeks ago.
You were so ashamed, a sentiment of humiliation that you didn’t think one human could even feel. But you did.
How stupid you were to ask for a meet-up with him. For what? So you can get fucked? Were you so incredibly horny that you allowed your filthy desires to take control over you?
Although what he said right after he ended the call stood out to you.
“I’ll think about it.”
Isn’t that just a nice way to say ‘no’?
Even so, there was no way for you to reach him again. Your phone did not save his contact, and you threw away the card.
You despise yourself for wanting to hear his voice once more. You want to relive the feelings you had whenever he spoke to you, even if it's simply to apologize. You yearn to be enthralled once more.
You shrug your shoulders as you unplug your laptop from your bedside table without further thought. "I'm a desperate bitch, but that's fine!" " you sarcastically shout as you open the browser. "All I have to do now is apologize. That's all there is to it."
You feel scandalous and flustered for typing the words ‘sex hotline’.
A website called Buzz pops up as the top link, and you quickly click on the blue highlighted text.
“Oh, geez,” you snort, wondering how you, at 7 pm on a Sunday, found yourself scrolling through this God-forsaken website.
On the front page, you can see a hotline labeled as ‘general’.
Was this the correct number?
You exhale, closing your eyes for a brief moment as if to psych yourself up.
As you dial the boldly written number, your hand that was holding your phone trembles. The nerves start to kick in.
After a quick three seconds, the phone rings.
“Oh my god,” you squeak, putting the phone on loudspeaker, “fuck fuck fuck fuck, I’m in trouble—”
“Hey,” a voice from the other side breaks your train of profanities.
This isn’t Yoongi.
“O-Oh!” You laugh awkwardly, “Uh… hi?”
If you can just smash your head against the wall and die, you would’ve done it by now.
“How are you tonight, sweetheart?”
“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath, closing your eyes tightly as you feel an overwhelming sense of humiliation. This isn’t the right number!
“Oh,” the man, with a completely different voice as compared to Yoongi, says with a grin, “are you touching yourself already?”
“I… no,” you blurt out.
“Oh.”
“What?”
“Well… this is, um, this is awkward.”
Throw the phone across the room — your consciousness tells you.
You decide to just go straight to the point, not wasting any more time, and to just get away from this hell of a situation you’ve put yourself through. “Do you happen to know a… um… someone named Suga?”
The man sighs deeply. Really deeply. “Of course. It’s always him.”
“Sorry?” you say in shock. It sounds like this man was pissed off that you asked for Yoongi.
Although it is pretty rude to request for someone else when he’s the one in charge of the general hotline for tonight. But you had a goal! You want to talk to Yoongi, and that’s it!
“You have to dial his hotline if you want a private call with Suga,” he says with indifference, “It’s…” he sighs, “It’s on the website’s ‘operator profiles’ tab. You can see his name and number.”
“Ah, I see…” you go back to your laptop, finding the correct tab that he just directed you to, “Thank you.”
“Yeah. Next time, don’t go to the general hotline. This isn't a help desk.”
Your face heats up, feeling so terrible, “I’m incredibly sorry. It’s my fault for not looking into the website as much. H-Have a good night.”
The poor guy ends the call first before you can. What you did was a dick move, but you knew nothing about how all of this works.
Your mouse pointer hovers over his name, Suga, written in bold letters with a five-star rating. Your heart pulses faster.
One by one, you dial the given number into your phone.
But are you mentally and physically prepared for what you’re about to do?
Yoongi had some whiskey to drink for the night. One reason was to celebrate his thick, monthly paycheck, and the other was to get himself into the right mood for his clients.
He moves the curtains of his living room wide open, revealing a large window view of the nightly city below him. Vehicles were still bustling at this hour, watching the people live their lives peacefully. With one hand, he holds his shot glass, drowning the liquid down in one swift move.
Yoongi was shirtless, only wearing a pair of black slacks. The lights were dim, music playing in the background, helping him build up the atmosphere as he is a perfectionist for detail.
In ten minutes, his line will reopen.
As he looks out the window, his mind wanders off to the thought of his first client of the night. He questions himself what could their interest be, what he can do to please them, and what he can say to them. Yoongi itches to talk to someone and make them feel as euphoric as possible, even if he's a thousand miles away.
He wouldn’t ask for a better job than this.
He takes a deep breath, setting his glass down on the glass table before he sits on the large, L-shaped couch. Feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins, the ringtone that he loves to hear reverberates throughout the room the second he picks up the phone.
As if his brain toggles on a switch, he alters his attitude.
“Good evening, dear.”
The other side of the line was quiet.
“Hello? Can you hear me clearly, dear?”
Still, silence.
Yoongi isn’t surprised by that — he has already encountered something similar in the past.
He chuckles, about to speak, but something catches him off guard before he can utter his words.
“Yoongi?”
His jaw drops as he realizes the client knows his real name. He panics, unsure if someone had intruded on his privacy or if it was a creepy stalker.
Now, it was his turn to be tongue-tied.
“Yoongi… it’s Y/n.”
Yoongi feels a stab in his chest. He's been attempting to forget what happened between you and him for the past few weeks. And suddenly all of those memories are flooding back into his mind.
The moment you asked if they could meet up, Yoongi’s mind quickly wandered to the thought of losing his job. Heck, he doesn’t even know how they can find out or if they can find out, but he doesn't want the risk.
“Y/n?” he gulps, “Y/n, I already told you.”
“Listen!” you respond, “I know this probably isn’t the right time, but I want to say sorry for—”
Yoongi tilts his head back and crosses his legs above the other, “Yes, Y/n, Now is not the time.”
You frown from hearing the stern timbre of his voice. “I’m trying to work,” he blurts.
Even so, he can’t seem to get angry at you after you say a soft, faint ‘sorry’.
The things you make him feel.
“Fine,” he runs his hand through his bleached hair, “I understand, sweetheart. And I’m sorry, what I did was a dick move.”
You listen intently, nodding as if he can see you. Hugging your knees close to your chest, you figure that you always do this whenever you need some type of comfort.
“I was only thinking about my job.”
With a faint eagerness, you respond, “But didn’t you say you’ll think about it?”
A vague smile creeps up on Yoongi’s lips.
Deciding to take the call to a different route with an itching feeling to tease, Yoongi replies; “How long have you been thinking about me, hm?”
Your breath hitches the moment he uses that grave and hot tone on you.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t stopped thinking about what I can do to you?”
You bite your lip to suppress your tiny whimpers. Yoongi can only imagine what you must be feeling right now, at this very moment.
“Truthfully, Y/n, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If only you knew how horrible I felt cutting you off like that.”
“I guess we’re both guilty of something, huh?” you giggle meekly, still trying to get used to hearing him after a little while, “But that’s all that I have to say. I… I can leave you to your work now. I guess you have a whole line waiting for you.” Your voice fades at the end of your sentence.
A lightbulb appears on top of Yoongi’s head, having an idea of what he can do to you.
He cannot let this call go to waste. Who knows if this is the last time he’s ever going to talk to you, and hear your sweet voice?
“You think I’m going to let you go just like this, baby?” he mutters huskily, “Without letting you have a good time? What do you say, baby?”
With each pronunciation of every syllable, Yoongi talks to you as if it was the first time. The thumping in your chest becomes faster, your mind slowly submitting to your nasty desires.
“Aww, I know you want to, Y/n. Don’t be shy, I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard the sound of my voice. Don’t you want me to talk dirty to you, huh?”
Unknowingly, you let out a prompt, quiet whine. You close your legs together, feeling the need to feel friction down there.
“Mhm? Is that little whimper a yes? You want me to talk dirty to you? Help you cum?”
You go into a more comfortable position, resting your head on the pillows as you close your eyes for a brief moment. You’re here. This is happening. And there was not a single nerve in you that wanted to stop.
“Yes, please.”
Yoongi, on the other side of the call, clicks his tongue, his head tilting simultaneously. “Tsk. Bad fucking girl. Have you already forgotten what to call me?”
“No, I’m sorry sir.”
Right after that, you can’t help but drag your pj’s down to your knees and start tracing your inner thighs. Yoongi releases a satisfied groan. “Fuck, I love the way you say that. So obedient, using that demure voice on me. You need to know how your sweet voice makes my cock hard and throbbing.”
Yoongi heard another meek moan to escape your mouth, urging him to continue with an egotistical grin, “I’d just imagine you drooling to have my cock inside your virgin little hole, mhmm, that’s what you want, right?”
“Sir—yes,” your fingers make their way to your drenched slit, teasing yourself as the pads of your fingertips trace all over your delicate, sensitive skin. You feel a shiver shooting through your spine when you hear a guttural moan from him, followed by a deep sigh.
Is he touching himself too?
“You’d fucking clench around me so tight, baby, ohh fu-uck, you’d fucking struggle to take my dick but you know that sir will take good care of you, yeah?”
Your body produces a thin layer of sweat, feeling extremely hot and bothered so you pull your shirt up and off your body. “Already undressing without sir’s instructions?” Yoongi sneers, “can you do me a favor and play with your tits, baby?”
You put the phone on speaker with no hesitation before feeling your hard nipples grazing against your fingertips. Kneading each of your breasts, your thighs unconsciously clench together as your eyes flutter shut. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide your embarrassing moans.
“‘Atta girl.” Yoongi relishes playing with himself underneath his pants, his long digits easily succumbing to the girth of his erect cock. “Did you ever touch yourself when your sir was gone, baby girl?”
“I’ve tried,” you half-whisper, mind going back to those moments where you desperately wanted to feel the same sensations as you did before — before when you were talking to him. Who would’ve thought that a man behind a phone would have this much of an effect on you? “I’ve tried… but it’s not as good.”
Yoongi, at your words, tilts his head back to lay it on the headrest. “Really? Did you rather have me guiding you, hm?”
“Fuck, yeah,” you rasp, dragging your hand down to your clothed pussy, teasing your already wet cunt above the material.
“Of fucking course, you do. You love taking instructions. You’re a slut for sir’s words, doing everything and anything he says — correct?”
You feel a series of strong shivers crawl through your body once again, resulting in a desperate whine. “Mhmm,” you breathe heavily, “may I touch myself, sir?”
Yoongi moans through a bitten lower lip, his eyebrows furrowing. You are such a good girl for him, and it makes him rock hard to conceive that such a young girl like you can easily submit yourself for a dirty, lewd man like him. He lubes his dick with the precum that is continuously leaking out of his tip, imagining that it was your juices that were soaking his length.
“Oh?” Yoongi teases, ‘’You wanna touch yourself down there with my help?”
“Yes, yes,” you quickly respond, almost panting as your fingertips outline your folds, “please, sir. Please.”
Yoongi’s voice drops a tone lower, “And what makes you think that you deserve my help, hm?"
Your eyes widen, sulking, “B-But—!”
“I can leave you right here, right now, end this goddamn call like talking to you never fucking happened.”
You feel sharp stings in your chest after hearing his words, sentences that you never want to hear. Clenching your legs together in utter need, you let out another pitiful whimper.
“What a little puppy,” Yoongi chuckles, “always whimpering instead of saying what the fuck she wants.”
How did he turn so degrading all of a sudden?
Your mind tries its best to think of an answer to his previous question. Yoongi, thankfully, waits patiently.
“I’ve been good, sir.”
“Good?” he scoffs, “Yeah, you’ve been a good girl?” Yoongi reacts mockingly, “I’ve encountered a lot of them in the past, sweetheart. They were all full of words but can’t handle being fucking disciplined. How can you be any different, huh? How can I know that you’re not lying to me?”
You wanted to punch a wall from the way he teases you. Your back arches heedlessly, discharging a frustrated cry. Hearing how he subtly snickers at your reaction, you put your hands into a pathetic fist.
“Haven’t I degraded you like this before?” Yoongi asks rhetorically, grinning, “you know, hearing you struggling, hearing the sheets below you ruffle as your body squirms are music to my ears. You better not be fucking touching yourself, Y/n. You wanna be my good girl? Wait for my directions, got that?”
You reply in a heartbeat, “Yes, sir.”
He can never get tired of how you say those two words.
“Louder.”
Your cunt flutters around thin air at that. Yoongi was deep into his dominant state, words falling off of his lips without consent.
“Yes, sir,” you express once again, but this time louder than the last.
The more Yoongi spends time with you on the phone, his fondness for you grows. Not only is he so enthralled — fascinated by your eagerness to please — but he feels different when he's talking to you compared to other clients. As if he's taking care of someone personal to him, and not just some stranger. He feels more intimate with you.
Yoongi carefully traces his throbbing length with one finger, teasing himself from the base of his cock to his tip. “Good job. You know, Y/n, I wanna know more about you.”
Yoongi, though already impatient and just couldn’t wait to hear your delicious and delightful moans, has to ask this question.
“What does that mean?”
“You have to tell me what you like, sweetheart. What turns you on, what fantasies you have stored in that dirty, pathetic little brain of yours.”
Your heart pumps faster as you feel a striking shoot of adrenaline rush through your veins. Your pussy soaks your panties until they become uncomfortable, but you are not going to take it off yet.
Your face goes crimson. It was the first time a man has asked you what your desires were, and truth be told, you had the darkest and most filthy fantasies for someone who hasn't had sex before.
“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, baby. C’mon, tell me what you like and perhaps...” there was a pause, “we can make them come to life.”
You gulp, eyebrows creasing from how turned on you are. Your hips buck up into the air, wanting – needing friction down there. And the way Yoongi talks to you just fuels your craving even more.
“Come to life?” you graze your tongue across your swollen bottom lip, “what are you implying, sir?”
Yoongi smiles, content from the sudden confidence in your usually meek tone. He senses that you were smirking as you said those words to him, making him do the same action.
“Baby girl, I’m implying that you come over so that I can finally get my tongue to taste your sweet cunt.”
You emit a clear, loud gasp. A humiliating sound causes the man over the line to bite his lip. He anticipated that reaction.
But Yoongi meant every word he said.
He needs you, and he doesn’t give a damn anymore.
You couldn’t get your feet to stay still, constantly bouncing up and down, your eyes glaring at the clock above the whiteboard with every chance you get. Ten minutes left before the lecture finishes – ironically with Mrs. Chan – and you’re finally done with all of your classes for today, and that means only ten minutes left before you meet Yoongi.
For fuck’s sake. Who would’ve thought you’d end up like this. A crazed college girl who longs for a man whom you’ve never even seen his face before. But props to Yoongi — he made you fall for him with just his voice.
You wonder what he looked like. How he dressed. How he styles his hair. Is his voice the same in real life as it is over the phone? Is he constantly just putting on a performance every time he would talk to you? Or is he doing it because it’s his job?
Does he like you?
These questions were nonstop making your head spin. Albeit delusional were the next couple of questions popping in your distracted little mind.
“Hey, don’t do that.”
You turn to your left to see the owner of the voice that released you from your stream of thoughts. “You alright?” A guy with long, black hair and doe eyes stares at you with what you thought was utmost care. He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at you.
“Sorry,” you stop bouncing your leg, cheeks flushed in red in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to annoy you.”
He grins, showing his teeth, “No, no, it’s nothing. I-I’ve read somewhere that bouncing your leg up and down like that continuously is a sign of anxiety… something along those lines.” The guy huffs nervously, “I-I’m Jungkook.”
This was so random. You’ve been sitting beside this guy during the whole three-hour lecture, and now he’s introducing himself to you. “Nice to meet you! I’m Y/n,” you reply politely.
As the class almost comes to an end, you gather your things to leave the shitshow as soon as possible. Not to mention — to avoid more possible interactions with Jungkook. You were not in the mood to make any more small talk.
“Uh, hey—”
You were about to make your way down the steps until his voice stopped you. You turn around with a raised eyebrow. “Hm?”
Jungkook runs a hand through his thick hair, fluffing it right before he speaks. “Maybe we can get to know each other soon?”
Yoongi.
You need to see Yoongi.
“Well…” you avoid eye contact.
Yoongi’s waiting.
You straighten your posture, gripping the strap of your tote bag tighter. “I’ll think about it, Jungkook.”
Before he can even muster a reply, you hurriedly rush to the door, pursing your lips as you can’t believe you just turned down a man like that. You cover your mouth as you hide the grimace beneath your palm.
Yoongi sent you a text to meet him in front of the bookstore right outside your campus. He sits at a bench outside the shop, legs crossed as he twiddles with his phone. Just like you, he was wondering what you would look like. Nevertheless, he knows that you’re just as lovely as your voice sounds. He scans the crowd of students that exits the campus. With attentive eyes, he tries to guess where you are – who you are in this mass of people.
Yoongi adds another text. It reads:
“I’ll call you.”
Within a matter of seconds, your heart begins to race as you walk to the bookstore. Your thumb taps the button to accept the call.
Yoongi would instantly know where you are as soon as you bring your phone to your ear.
“I’m right here, baby.”
That oh-so-familiar tone resonates through your body, making you feel a wave of butterflies in your stomach. You make your way forward to where a man was sitting, also on his phone with a smirk on his face, eyes focused on yours.
Is that… him?
You take a few idle steps forward until you are a couple of feet away from him. His eyes captivated yours and everything that surrounds you seemed to slow down. “Yoongi,” you whisper, and he hears your soft sound through the phone.
“Mhm, that’s me.”
He abruptly stands up, not taking his eyes away from you, “Come closer,” he articulates, the phone still pressed on his ears. You do as you're told, closing the gap between the two of you slowly. “Closer.
Yoongi, as politely as he possibly can, skims your body up and down. "Beautiful," he whispers, not loud enough for you to hear.
The call ends after Yoongi reaches a hand out for you to grab. He gives you a kind smile, indicating that you have nothing to fear.
It was different this time. This was happening in real life, and you were no longer in the comfort of your room talking to him. Yoongi was there with you, physically present. About to receive his touch.
“Don’t leave me hangin’, baby.” He smirks.
Oh, God. His voice sounds so much better than over the phone. It was the same deepness, that timbre that always made your core tighten up in lust. You internally shake all of your nervousness away before taking his hand and clasping it with yours.
Fireworks. You feel a burst inside of you – something you’ve never felt before, like static shooting throughout your body as soon as your hand touched his warm skin. Yoongi draws you even closer to him, almost too close for your usual level of comfortability. He didn’t hide the fact that he was staring at your lips, licking his own in return. Somehow, you both take your time to engulf each other’s presence amongst the people walking by as if it's the first and last.
“Is it okay if I wrap my arms around you?” he purrs, scanning your face for an answer, throwing away his growing ego as he notices your cheeks getting redder by each second. “Hm?” His thumb caresses your knuckles warmingly, and with each swipe, your heart pumps a second faster.
You don’t respond, rather, you grab his wrist and place his hand on your back, allowing him to wrap his arm around you just like he said.
“You can hold me, Yoongi,” you giggle.
Without hesitation, he uses both arms to pull you tighter to him, finally pressing his body onto yours. Your eyes grow as Yoongi looks at you hungrily.
“You don’t know how much I’ve imagined you saying my name, fuck,” he breathes out, “You’re so fucking stunning, baby.”
You hold a whimper that was bound to escape your lips. You can’t do this in public!
"You're more than what I've expected, oh my god," Yoongi says as he leans his forehead to yours, oblivious to the fact that you're both in public, exhibiting affection. He looks deep into your eyes as if you've known one other for a long time. You notice that he doesn't hold back in physical contact. Why would he? When he was dying to lay a finger on you ever since.
And for some strange reason, you feel solace in his eyes.
“Beautiful fucking girl.”
“Not here, please,” you weep, shifting your eyes away from his unwavering ones.
“That’s the voice I like to hear,” he grins menacingly, “I can’t wait to hear more of those soon.”
He was the first to pull away before reacting to what he said. He grabs your hand, and with a cheeky smile, kisses it.
This man, you swear.
You couldn't quite comprehend that this was truly happening. None of this would have occurred if you hadn't picked up the note from your professor that day with Yoongi's phone number. In a way, you owe Mrs. Chan so much. A part of you was glad that you were the one experiencing Yoongi’s touch and not her.
“There’s a bar a couple of blocks from here. What do you say?” Yoongi opens the passenger’s door of his lavish car for you.
Before you take a seat inside, you purse your lips, tilting your head at him, “I’m not dressed up for that…” you look down on the ground, wanting to hide, “and besides, uh, I don’t have that much, you know. I only have a couple for the train and—”
“Y/n.” Yoongi clicks his tongue, sounding a bit disappointed, “that’s not a problem. You know that.” With a slender finger, he uses his digit and places it beneath your chin as he applies the right amount of pressure to tilt your head up. You look at him with big eyes unknowingly, and that makes his mind race with thoughts. Thoughts that did not belong at this time.
Yoongi bites his lip for a moment before settling back to reality.
“You don’t have to dress up. You only look good for me, and right now—” he leans closer to you until your faces almost touch.
Was he always such a tease?
“—You look fucking delicious. Especially with that short skirt of yours. Was it even allowed to wear such flimsy material to school?”
“Alright, alright!” you exclaim, sighing as your face heats up once again. You immediately climb into the car without any second thought, making Yoongi laugh. It was the first time you’ve heard him laugh like that, almost airy and hiccupy which you found adorable; a total contrast of the usual persona he portrays in front of you. You create a mental note to make him laugh more often.
It was like Yoongi fits right in the bar as if he goes here every chance he gets. His outfit, all black and neatly fitting his well-built body, compliments the dim and sensual aura of the bar.
You, contrarily, were the complete opposite. It was laughable – the image of you two walking inside the building and how different you looked beside him. The bar greeted you with slow, r&b music, with the deep bass hitting all the right places in your chest.
Yoongi places his hand on the lower part of your back, nudging you with a firm push so that you can keep up with him. That simple gesture made you flush in crimson, gnawing at the insides of your cheeks.
“Do you drink?”
“Sometimes.”
Yoongi smirks, staring at you as he takes a seat at the barstool, making you do the same.
He doesn’t look away from you, catching the way he is, once again, checking you out. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Or else what, hm?”
You've just been inside the bar for a few minutes, and he's already making you want to rush to his place.
The bartender approaches the two of you with a glint in his eyes. He fixes his gaze specifically on you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a suggestive grin. As he leans on the counter, your eyes travel to his arms and the curves of his biceps thanks to his white dress shirt.
Yoongi notices you staring, but he doesn’t say anything.
“What can I get for y—”
“Two cans of beer,” Yoongi says, laying his right hand on your exposed knee, “for my girl and I.”
Oh. My. God.
You purse your lips, looking down as your hair covers the side of your face. Yoongi liked your reaction despite how the bartender straightened his posture uncomfortably.
He coughs, “Got that.”
Right when he left, Yoongi scoots his stool closer to yours so that his knees were touching yours. “Look at me,” he grabs your cheek, applying an ample amount of force to cock your head up. Yoongi leans in, stares at your lips, then back to your wavering eyes that couldn’t stay still. “Y/n,” his thumb rubs the soft skin of your cheek, attempting to calm you down. “Come on, don’t be shy. What’s to be shy about, huh?”
You finally lock eyes with him despite your nervousness. You figured that Yoongi likes having intimate eye contact with you. He likes to see you struggle to keep your gaze on him, he likes noticing your breath hitch up, and he awfully gets turned on seeing you look so lost in his dark irises.
“There you go, good girl,” he lowers his thumb until it sensually swipes your bottom lip. You watch him scoff at how you reacted to that pet name, “You’re my good girl. No one else’s.”
“Yoongi…” you half-whisper, half-moaned, “d-don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he smiles smugly, “don’t turn you on in public?”
You respond with a small nod. With his other hand, he places a warm palm on your thigh, creeping it up your bare skin insatiably slow. Inch by inch, his fingernails graze your skin as it causes goosebumps to appear on the surface. Yoongi loves how reactive your body is to his touch, urging him to advance.
“I hate to break it to you, baby, but I like seeing you getting riled up under my touch.” The hand that was cupping your cheek goes to grasp the back of your neck, then up to your scalp.
Your eyes enlarge when he abruptly grabs a handful of your hair, tugging you back so that your neck is exposed to him. You were not successful in hiding your moan, so you release the suppressed, lewd noise, making Yoongi’s ears perk up.
He pulls your stool closer, face inches away from the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent; the proximity and the sensual atmosphere of the bar cloud Yoongi’s mind and nothing else. He wanted to touch you for too fucking long, to have his hands all over your body; he waited so long for you. And he almost regrets taking you to a bar rather than driving straight to his place and fuck you senseless.
He then starts to play with the hem of your skirt, making you release an uneven exhale. You hold his wrist, not applying any pressure, but just enough to remind him of your presence. Yoongi’s mouth reaches up to your ear, tugging you nearer to his upper body, “What if I just stick a finger up your pussy, right here, right now?” He rasps with that voice that you loved so much. You clench around nothing, biting your lips to hide an embarrassing moan.
You were tempted to close your eyes, but your brain reminded you that people might be looking. Immediately, you scan the area for potential lurking eyes, but almost everyone was drunk as a skunk or minding their own business as if they’ve seen worse.
“Look at my hand,” he commands, referring to the one resting on your thigh. They were so big. His fingers were slender too.
Shit. You feel the uncomfortable wetness in your underwear, making you shift on your stool.
He crawls his hand under your skirt until the flimsy material covers his fingers. You shiver, jolting your hips in the slightest – but Yoongi still catches this action.
Your eyes connect once more. “I know you want to feel them deep in you,” he whispers, “and hit just the right spot.”
You moan softly, peeking at him with needy eyes. You were getting wetter and wetter as he talks dirty to you in public, where there’s a chance of people hearing, shit, this is way better than over the phone.
“Would you like that?” he sneers, already knowing the answer.
Yoongi, done with the teasing, gives your thigh a firm but gentle slap and pulls away, leaving you flushed and breathless.
“Oh look,” he chimes, grasping the two cans of beer in front of the two of you, “that poor bartender must’ve seen everything while we weren’t paying attention.” He pops open a can for you, you – who was just gawking at him with an open mouth. You can’t believe what has happened. Is he leaving you like that as if nothing happened?
Contrary to your thoughts, he was having a hard time controlling his growing dick beneath his jeans. He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat.
“Cheers, baby,” he laughs, bringing his can to yours, making a quiet ‘clink’.
“Close that mouth of yours, Y/n. Before I put something in it.”
In all honesty, you tried pushing whatever the hell just occurred behind you as Yoongi proceeded to have a normal conversation with you, but his touch lingered on your skin more than it should have. Not to mention, he ordered a pint of beer because that single can was not enough for him. You fiddle with the rim of your empty can, wanting to order another but were too shy to ask for it since you’re spending another person’s money.
Yoongi was enjoying every second of his time with you, finally. He was solely immersed in you, eyes never leaving your side because the moment that he gets stripped away from you — if that ever happens — he wants to remember every single detail of your presence.
The one rule that Buzz had for each employee burns at the back of his mind: no operator should have any private relationship with a client. Yoongi feels his chest tense whenever his consciousness goes back to that forsaken rule that he’s bound to break.
He knew that the only “reason” you believed as to why he abruptly cut the call that day, the day where you asked if you two can take things further, was you stepping over his boundaries. He doesn’t know when and how he should tell you, shit, should he even tell you that what the two of you are doing right now is restricted within the company?
But the longer he stays with you, the more he sees how precious you are for him.
Yoongi hasn't had a serious relationship in a long time. He's had flings before, but never romantic ones. You've come to know that he wasn’t the romantic, chivalrous type, which was the current topic of your conversation.
“Have you ever, uh, d-done this with someone else?”
He tilts his head with a sly smile, “What?”
“Nevermind–”
“Are you asking if I’ve ever dated someone? Baby if you wanted to know my body count then you could’ve just asked–”
“No! It’s not like that! Well, I mean, yeah but I didn’t want to directly ask– ugh!”
Yoongi smiles as he lets out a little chuckle, pinching your reddened cheek from the alcohol. “Shh, it’s alright. You wanna know if I can do the things I’ve been promising to you over the phone, huh?” He was wearing a cocky grin all this time, “Don’t worry, Y/n. I’m not a scam.”
You bite your lip unconsciously, something you’ve been doing unbeknownst to you this whole time with him. He was edging you with his words alone, and you wonder how it would feel when you can feel his heat on yours, his body pressing against you and pinning you on the bed.
“But truthfully,” Yoongi says seriously now. How can he go from this teasing-ass persona to someone so grave in the blink of an eye? “I don’t do many hookups these days, only focused on work.”
You quirk your brow up, “Oh, so you don’t get laid?”
Yoongi held himself back from a snarky remark. He doesn’t want to go there yet.
“Is it your business, my dear?”
You cringe, not at all satisfied with his response. Somehow, the idea of him in the presence of another woman brings you a literal heartache, your mind spiraling in scenarios of him being with other people, whereas you knew that you were not in a place to feel that way. His job is to bring strangers into an orgasm daily. It’s his job to turn people on. You were just a lucky one.
“Hey, I think that guy knows you.” Yoongi suddenly blurts while staring at an area behind you. Your forehead creases, “What? What guy?”
Turning around as you try to find a familiar face, you ask Yoongi again, “Which guy are you talking about?”
Your eyes scan the area, looking past all the people drinking and chattering until you see the same black and long-haired dude stealing a look at you. His eyes widen, surprised to see you notice him.
“Who’s that?” Yoongi questions, shifting in his seat.
“A guy I met in class earlier. Goodness I sure hope he’s not stalking me… oh here he comes— hey, Jungkook!”
He grins widely, “Y/n! I was surprised to see you here,” he tilts his can of cola to Yoongi’s direction, “with a fine companion I see.”
“Yeah, she’s got nice taste, don’t you agree?” Yoongi reacts brashly before taking another sip of his beer. You hurriedly slap his knee as you feign a laugh.
“I hope you’re not following me around, Jungkook,” you say as lightheartedly and friendly as possible.
“Oh, no, no! It’s all just a coincidence. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable–”
“Well, you made me uncomfortable staring at her for far too long earlier, Jungkook,” Yoongi snaps and shortly seizes your wrist tightly, pulling you up from your seat. He starts to stand up and makes a final statement to Jungkook, who watches with a stunned look on his face.
“We’re going.”
Yoongi pulls you towards the exit harshly, almost making you stumble, but you still grab the opportunity to turn around and mouth a quick “Sorry!” to Jungkook.
“Yoongi!” you squeal, your wrist undoubtedly turning red from how tight he was holding you. “That’s so low of you!”
Yoongi scoffs and speaks with a strict tone. “Oh give me a fucking break. If you could just see how he was gawking at you for every single second, Y/n. I don’t want any other man to look at you the same way as I do.”
“Mine or your place?” You ask in between stutters as Yoongi wraps his arms tighter around your body, his mouth peppering kisses all over your neck. Outside the parking lot, he leans you against his car and holds your hips in place as he grinds himself on you. Yoongi ignores your query for a moment as his mind is filled up with a sexual appetite for your body. Specifically, how you sounded – so sensual and soft at the same time. His large hands rake down your sides, feeling you shiver after a whole gush of cold wind hits your skin.
“Yoongi,” you moan as he kisses your neck, finding that sweet spot behind your ear that you didn’t even know you had. He leaves wet trails of kisses down, then moves back up to scatter them throughout your jaw. You hear him hum deeply, smiling against each kiss.
“Call me sir,” Yoongi groans, sinking his teeth into your supple skin. You whimpered at that as you buck your hips onto him a little bit harder this time, making him aware of your neediness.
“Don’t make me say it again. Tell me, who does your cunt belong to?”
“You–ohh–it’s yours, sir.”
Yoongi hums in approval, that word slipping past your tongue so sweet like honey. “Good girl. Now get inside the fucking car, I need to eat your pussy.”
You mutter curse words under your breath from his straightforwardness, forgetting that this is who he was, being Suga.
You both get inside the backseat, automatically he hovers above your body and you prop yourself up with your arms. He sees parts of your eyes tainted with worry and your body tense. He sneers, grabbing your jaw with a forceful hand, “Are you afraid?”
You nod timidly, not trusting your voice.
“Aww, why is that?” he says condescendingly, leaning close to your face until his lips hover on top of yours, “You’re finally getting sir’s tongue on your pussy. You should be excited.”
You whimper in pure desperation, his hand crawling underneath your skirt and rubbing your inner thigh. “Mhmm, keep whimpering like that, baby. Tell me, do you want this?”
With big eyes, you look up at him with hopes that you deliver your neediness non-verbally. But he doesn’t want that. He wants to hear your words. He waits for you to talk, something that you figure out a little later on.
“Yes, sir.”
Yoongi grins in content, eventually connecting his lips to yours.
You couldn’t keep up with his pace, no. He kisses you like a starved man, craving for your taste as he holds your head in place for him to control. You mewl against him, gasping when he slides his tongue inside your mouth to meet your own. You fall back on the leather seat, your arms wrapping around him securely. He, too, was groaning now and then as he makes out with you, pressing his body on yours whilst grinding his hips. Your tongues danced with each other and you were almost out of breath. Yoongi wanted this for so long, he imagined doing this to you for too long and now everything’s finally coming to life. Whatever he said to you on the phone was real – and he was down to do all those things to you as long as you consent.
Yoongi pulls away, lips red and covered in each others’ saliva. You clench your pussy around nothing while your panties get soaked with your liquid. Yoongi puts his knee in between your thighs and spreads them, preventing you from closing your legs.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he massages his hand up and down your thigh, goosebumps peeking through, “for now.”
Although he knew that it’s not your first time to cum, it’s sure is your first time having a man between your legs. The thought alone sends Yoongi into primal lust for you, his mind going in autopilot as the only thing that matters the most is your pleasure.
Two fingers hooks over the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down inch by inch. You bite your lip, looking at his eyes wearily. He shakes his head, “It’s okay, you’re beautiful.”
You hike your hips up slightly so he can fully remove your undergarment, sliding it off your legs. Yoongi grinds his teeth together as he can practically smell your arousal, hitting his nose like a drug. He grasps your damp panties in one hand, soon bringing them up to his nose while taking a deep inhale.
Did he just—
“Oh my god,” he grunts, “I need to taste you, fuck, put your legs up over my shoulders.” You both waste no time and you obey his command. Your pussy was all up in display for him, allowing him to dwell in how you look right now.
His slender fingers come in contact with your pussy lips, spreading your juices up and down your slit. You tremble from his soft touch, already whining. “Look at this virgin little cunt, holy fuck,” he leans in, inhaling more of your scent as he doesn’t break eye contact with you. You notice his eyes turning a shade darker, an animalistic desire driving his motives. He teases you by pressing just the tip of his long, middle finger against your hole, making you gush out.
“So adorable,” he drags that finger slowly up to your clit which was begging to be touched. You grab onto his back as soon as he rubs your throbbing bud firmly yet so fucking slow which made you buck your hips onto him harder. Yoongi hums, using two fingers to rub gentle circles on your clit, your mind hazy as you moan uncontrollably.
You were so responsive. It was hard for him too as his dick was uncontrollably throbbing against his pants.
“Sir,” you whine, “s-so good.”
“Yeah?” he smirks, “you like that?”
“Mhmm.”
“What if I…” he crawls down south while hiking your skirt up to your belly.
A loud gasp escapes your mouth, eyes enlarging as he, fucking finally attaches his lips directly on your clit, replacing his fingers. You squeal, holding his hair tightly as he doesn’t wait to flick his tongue up and down your bud.
You can’t stop your eyes from rolling back as Yoongi continues to toy with your clit, drawing figures with his tongue as your juices drip down your thigh. “Ohh my— sir, shit,” you moan, rocking your hips. Wet, sucking noises fill the air alongside your moans as you venture into a deep trance of pleasure.
As if it can’t get any better, Yoongi drags his thick, long tongue up and down your slit, collecting all your wetness. He sucks on your labia, spreading your juices all over your pussy. Yoongi grunts to himself as he firmly presses his hands down on your hips, pinning you on the seat.
Suddenly, Yoongi gathers saliva in his mouth and spits it directly on your cunt.
You almost came from that sight alone. He dives in again, his ash-blond hair slightly covering his eyes. He looks so hot from that angle, his tongue flicking your clit furiously as his hands continue to caress your inner thighs. He alternates between sucking and teasing your entrance, prodding just the tip of his tongue right in to tease you.
“You taste so fucking good, baby girl, better than I’ve imagined,” Yoongi claims, seeing his mouth glistening in your wetness. “This pussy drives me wild.”
Yoongi uses his mouth to drive you closer to an orgasm. Wanting to cry from how good he’s making you feel, you tightly close your eyes as you squirm and squeal against his firm hold as sweat accumulates on your skin.
“P-Please, sir. I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pulling on his hair.
“Beg for it.”
There he is again.
“Please!” you half-moaned, half-whispered.
Yoongi clicks his tongue, stopping his tracks suddenly. You whimper for him to come back, but he shows who’s in control by wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides. “Do better. Show me what a good girl you are and beg properly. Do you understand how lucky you are to feel my tongue on you, huh? Do you know how many sluts out there want to be in your place right now?”
Yoongi’s hand abruptly comes in contact with your cunt sharply, slapping it once to make you flinch. His cold tone added to your arousal, your stomach doing cartwheels.
“Beg properly or else I’m not letting you cum—”
“—No! Please, sir! Let me cum, please let me cum,” you cry out desperately, eyes welling up in tears, “Please make me cum. I’ve been a good girl for you, sir – please!”
Yoongi leans back down to your cunt, smirking. “Yeah? How good were you?”
You gulp, “Y-You’re all that I was thinking about, sir. Every time I try to cum, you’re always on my mind.”
Yoongi was more than pleased by your answer. Even something as dirty as that made his heart clench in some twisted way.
Fulfilling his promise, his mouth goes back to work and pushes you closer and closer into an orgasm. He does not only know how to use his mouth to talk dirty, but he’s so good at oral. He was proud of what his tongue can do, in every possible way.
Your core tightens, feeling your orgasm any second now. Yoongi’s grunts and the vibration it sends were the push that you needed before coming undone, hard. You scream, praying that no one outside can hear you. Your hands grab his hair, pushing his face onto your pussy as you spill out your cum on his tongue.
“Fuck,” he mutters, licking you up without wasting a single drop. He closes his eyes as he tastes you, gulping your sweet nectar down without hesitation. “That’s my good girl.”
He comes back up, meeting you face to face, noticing your chest heaving up and down. Yoongi presses his lips on yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. You were already out of breath from your first surreal orgasm, but Yoongi makes out with you like he was still starving.
“I love the sounds you made,” he chuckles, pressing a final kiss on the tip of your nose, “so cute.”
A little bit later, he notices that you were staring at his crotch, the tent made by his hard dick obvious to your sight. He reaches out and grabs your chin, “You wanna taste my cock?” Yoongi asks as if reading your mind.
Your purse your lips while nodding, your mouth aching to be stuffed.
He wastes no time to sit down and unzip his pants as you sit prettily beside him, watching him play with the hem of his boxers. "Pull it down for me."
You hook your fingers along with the bands and tug his underwear down without further hesitation. But his big, lengthy cock springing upwards, resting on his abdomen made your nervousness come back. Your mouth dries up as you don't notice your pussy clenching in need as you eat his dick with your eyes. You whine when Yoongi wraps his hand around his shaft, ultimately making his hand look small.
Suddenly, he collects a bunch of his saliva and spits it on his cock, using that for lubrication.
That was enough for you to beg.
"Oh, please," you look at him, "I want your cock, sir."
Yoongi was taken aback by your greed, resulting in him wrapping his other hand around your neck. He chokes you and roughly tugs you down until your face was centimeters away from his throbbing dick. "You want this so bad, huh? Why, what a little slut begging to suck cock for the first time. Go ahead, show me what you've got."
You knew what to do from the countless amount of erotica you have digested, you just hope that it feels good for him. You start to gently lick the red tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. Yoongi starts to groan gently as he feels you wrap your mouth around his girth, relaxing his head on the headrest. You start to take careful inches of his cock inside your mouth, taking him the best that you can without gagging too much. Although it was forsakenly impossible not to gag as Yoongi's cock was already hitting the back of your throat without being halfway in. Yoongi chuckles, loving the sight of you struggling to take his cock. Your mouth had to stretch uncomfortably to accompany his size, having Yoongi picture this exact image in his mind before you two met.
"Use your hand, baby girl," Yoongi reminds before he teases, "You'd need more practice if you wanna have my whole cock down your throat."
You can feel his cock throb in your mouth once you've gotten used to a fast and steady pace, bobbing your head up and down alongside your hand that covers the space your mouth couldn't reach. He was just so big, but you wanted to show him that you're a good girl.
Yoongi rests his hand on your head, grabbing a bunch of your hair to guide you. His moans were driving you insane, making you go faster as you, yourself, whimper against him. He becomes sadistic all of a sudden, forcing your head down and making you choke. More saliva accumulates as he feels your throat tighten around him while he starts to steadily fuck your mouth.
"Ahh, fuck. That's my little cockslut, you're doing a good job, baby. Just let me use your pretty throat," he grits his teeth, laughing devilishly at the sight of your eyes welling up with tears, "Take it, take it, take it," he pants, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that?"
You nod sheepishly, your hands tightly grabbing onto his thigh as he takes control over you – using your throat as his fucktoy. Yoongi's moans and thrusts become erratic, and after he feels you unintentionally swallow around him, he spurts strings of hot cum down your throat.
Yoongi pants heavily, pulling his cock out after draining him of cum. He holds your face with both hands, "Say 'ahh'." He checks if you've swallowed his orgasm, and when you stick out your tongue as evidence, he pats your head, "Good. Don't cry anymore," he wipes the fallen tears off your cheeks, "Once sir has properly trained your throat, you're gonna be my best little cocksucker."
Yoongi decided to go to his place after all. The drive was filled with tension and it was unclear how you held yourself back from giving him another blowjob while he was driving. But you decided not to for it was a safety hazard and he had alcohol. Although Yoongi told you that he had a high alcohol tolerance and beer doesn’t affect him at all, you were still wary.
And besides, everything is better when there’s a bit of tension.
His bedroom reeked of his personality. Nothing but monochrome furniture and a large stereo where he probably plays his music.
“Don’t you, h-have,” you gulp, wanting to slap yourself from stuttering. The way he was standing there in the middle of the room, inspecting your body up and down was enough for your mind to go blank.
He takes a few steps closer, removing your bag from your shoulder and dropping it on the ground. “Hm? You were saying?”
His voice has gotten deeper, more relaxed – a tone that made your core tighten.
You take a deep breath, “Don’t you have work or something?”
Yoongi snakes his arms around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. He presses his lips against your forehead before speaking, “No. I’m working with you tonight.”
In a quick blink of an eye, Yoongi lifts your body and places you on his bed, immediately crawling over you. Bashfulness creeps up to your face, discovering that you like the feeling of how he manhandled you to the bed. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, completely trapping you in his body.
He gives you an alluring gaze as if he was a snake seducing Eden. Squirming when he holds your wrists a little tighter than what was comfortable, Yoongi spanks your thigh sharply. “Oh, you don’t like that?” he mocks, “you don’t want to be bruised by me?”
Sometimes, Yoongi forgets that you’re younger than him and that he has much more experience in sex than you. He even almost fails to remember that he’s your first time. But after that one phone call, with you securing all your desires to him – practically confessing what you like him to do to you – he knows you like this.
He knows you like it rough, but he’s not sure if you can actually handle it.
“I want you to.” You shyly murmur your reply to his previous question, crossing your legs together as you crave for friction down there.
He raises his brow, slowly tugging the hem of your top up to reveal your bra, “Oh yeah? Are you sure about that? Hm?” He fully removes your top and quickly attaches his lips to your neck, leaving tender kisses here and there as you release a couple of little moans. “You’re not gonna cry if I do?” he darkly whispers right against your ear. Your pussy gushes more juices out at his dirty words, whimpering a sly little ‘yes’.
You truly underestimated how big his hands were until he firmly gropes your breasts, hearing him hum in delight from how full they feel in his touch. You arch your back, your nipples hardening underneath your bra.
“Precious little thing,” Yoongi mutters, finally slipping his hands behind your back to unclasp the piece of clothing, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Instantly, a loud moan escapes your lips when he starts to suck on your nipple, while a hand creeps up to tug and play with the other.
“A-Aahh, j-just like that, sir,” you mewl, your back arching even more. He lifts himself for a moment to say, “Do you like that?” before returning to suck on your sensitive nipple.
This was a new feeling altogether – much different from where you use your own hands to play with your breasts. His tongue takes turns in flicking the hard bud using the tip of his tongue and licking around it.
After he is satisfied, he kneels and removes his shirt, and afterward proceeds to unbutton his pants. You observe his long digits fiddling with the button, making you squirm unconsciously.
“Scoot up on the pillows,” he commands strictly. You do as your told, never feeling so exposed than ever before. He takes note of your timidness and uses it to his advantage.
The game has begun.
“What? Are you just going to gawk at me?” he firmly grabs your jaw, angling your face up. “Go on, put on a show.”
Your heart thumps harder against your chest as you almost choked at your own spit at his words. You knew what to do, but you can’t bring yourself to do so. Not when he’s gazing at you so hard as if he’s burning lasers into your skin.
Yoongi chuckles unexpectedly, standing up from the bed. He clicks his tongue, never avoiding eye contact with you, “Tsk, tsk, I swear to god, Y/n, you don’t want to make me wait. Not when I can just stick my cock inside you and throw all the affection I have out the window.”
He hears you let out a miserable whine before spreading your legs apart. Yoongi grasps his throbbing cock over his tight boxers, watching your cunt drip sweet juices down to your ass. It boosts his ego to think that he’s done this to you without much effort.
“Mhmm, good girl. Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself like how you do every time you listen to my voice.”
‘Maybe she needs a little more encouragement.’ Yoongi thinks to himself before crawling back to you, kneeling between your legs with his hand under his boxers, wanting you to look at it, how he plays with his cock beneath the piece of clothing. He was groaning, muttering curse words.
“Have you forgotten everything I’ve taught you, huh?” He smirks as he pulls his boxers down, his big cock springing up and all for yourself to devour.
You pout your lips, mind hazy as you heedlessly start to rub your clit with two fingers. “S-Sir,” you whimper, watching him jerk himself off. His cock was right above your cunt, causing you to buck your hips into him. Your body moves on its own, seeming to know what it wants more than yourself.
“You better put on a good show for me, baby. Or else you’re not getting sir’s cock.” He sneers, slapping the tip against your slit.
The more he was talking dirty to you, the faster your hands worked on your pussy. Soon, you were a throbbing, needy mess. Your pussy is covered in your wetness as Yoongi’s hot, domineering voice fills your mind.
“Open your mouth.” His fingers appear right in front of your face as you oblige. Pushing his digits inside, you instantly suck on them without holding back. You show your hunger and lust for his touch, using your tongue to swirl around his digits. Yoongi grunts, “Fuck, you’re so hot like that. I can’t wait to see what you’d look like sucking your sir’s cock.”
His fingers pop out of your mouth, soaked in your saliva, then bring them down to push one finger against your soaked entrance. You writhe beneath him, trying to fuck yourself up into him but he was quick to put a firm hand on your lower stomach, pressing you down.
“Shh, shh, let me take care of you.” He says, mouth agape as he gently pushes one finger inside your cunt. “Ohh, there we go, that’s it baby, make those cute noises for me.”
No matter how many times your mind reminds you to relax, your cunt flutters uncontrollably. You let out a dangerously loud moan when he plunges a second finger in, throwing your head back in pure bliss.
His fingers were so much bigger than yours, reaching greater lengths and spots that you haven’t explored with your fingers before. Immediately, Yoongi shows his expertise when he curls his fingers up, creating ‘come hither’ motions to reach your sweet spot.
Your moans were music to his ears, his ego inflating as he fingers you harder and faster. With each thrust, your body succumbs to him. You lose all self-control as your hands snatch the sheets, feeling a layer of sweat forming on your forehead.
He comes down without you noticing – for you had your eyes shut in pleasure – and suddenly encloses his mouth around your clit. Your hips tremble, feeling his fingers twist and turn inside you as he was desperate to make you cum. Yoongi groans against you, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration while your scent fills his senses. “Fuck,” he grunts, his mouth and chin drenched in your wetness.
“Sir, s-so fast—ohh fuck,” you cry out, referring to how he abuses your poor little cunt.
The squelching noises only made things hotter paired with the sight below you. He was furiously fucking your hole with his slender digits while his mouth and tongue alternates to play with your clit. You never expected to feel such overwhelming pleasure before, bringing you so close to an orgasm.
“Cum, baby,” Yoongi sighs, feeling your cunt squeezing his fingers. “I know you want to. Please, baby, let me fucking taste your cum, please.”
That was all it took – Yoongi begging – for an orgasm to spill out from your system. You sob as your legs shake uncontrollably, but he doesn’t hold you down like before. He allows your body to let loose as you experience your mind going blank from such a hard orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant breathlessly, a series of whimpers falling off your lips.
Yoongi catches your cum with his tongue, not allowing a single drip to go to waste. He smirks as he does so, loving how fucking wet your pussy is.
“Mmm, pussy so messy already,” he licks a long, solid stripe from your soaked entrance and up to your clit. “Your cum tastes so good, fuck, I should’ve done this sooner if I knew you’d taste like heaven.” He toys with you when he circles the tip around your clit. You wail from the sensitivity, wanting to close your legs together.
“Oh, baby,” he moves back up, gripping his cock for it to rest against your pussy, “are you tired? Do you wanna stop–”
“No, no, no,” you shake your head, panting, “fuck me, sir.”
“What will you say then, huh?” Yoongi places his left hand gently on your cheek, slowly stroking your skin. You both share this sweet and intimate moment, eyes connecting on a deeper level. You both know what he was going to take from you – something so precious. He’s even fortunate enough that you allowed a guy like him to be your first.
“Please fuck me, sir,” you speak with the intent of luring him into you. “Please,” you practically whimper, knowing how much that will turn him on.
“I might hurt you.”
“Then hurt me. I don’t care, just please,” releasing all the wariness you have left in you, you wrap your feeble hand around the length of his throbbing, hard cock. Yoongi gasps, proceeding to bite his lip to stop himself from punishing you for that sly little move.
“Please ruin me, Yoongi.”
He grunts, his hands roaming around your body, tightly gripping your hips as he aligns himself, “Fucking say that again, slut,” he says nonchalantly, seeing how big his cock is in comparison to your tight pussy.
“Ruin me, sir,” you beg, “please, I want it so bad–”
That was Yoongi’s last straw, slowly pushing the tip of his cock in, receiving loud moans and whines from the two of you.
“You’re gonna take this dick, baby,” Yoongi mutters, grinding his teeth as he sinks his cock further into you. “You’re so wet, fuck, this pussy’s gonna take sir’s dick so goddamn well, I know it will baby.”
He places his arms on either side of your head, bodies almost touching as he presses his forehead on yours. His cock sinks deeper and deeper, your mouth constantly opens as you struggle to take his girth. Fuck, he was bigger than you would think, and the tip wasn’t even fully in yet.
“Oh my god,” you squeal, toes curling as you attempt to relax your muscles, “I-It hurts…”
“Shh, I know, baby. But you need to be a good girl and relax for me or else you won’t get any of my cock tonight.”
You whine despairingly at that, wanting to show your eagerness so you wrap your legs around his hips. Unexpectedly, this made him push more of his length into you without warning. Yoongi moans as he's never felt such a tight pussy in a long time.
“Mhmm, that’s a good slut,” he suddenly inserts his thumb inside your mouth, letting you suck on it while he thrusts in and out at a steady pace, trying to get you used to him. “Ohh, look at you becoming a braindead little slut for sir,” he chuckles, feeling you clench harder because of the way he talks, “I’m sure that little head of yours can’t think of anything else but how good this feels, huh? Am I right?”
He pushes his thumb deeper while he trusts faster, pushing all the way in and pulling out. Your brain becomes all mushy, letting him do whatever he wants.
“Yes, sir,” you barely whisper, not having the energy to use your voice. Your eyes roll back when his cock hits a certain spot inside of you, making you tighten around him even more. He chuckles.
“Right there…” Yoongi mumbles more to himself, angling his hips to hit your g-spot continuously. With each thrust you let out a delicious moan, his heavy balls slap against your ass.
He removes the stray hair that has been stuck to your forehead, then gives wet kisses all over your mouth until he decides to make out with you. He eats your precious moans with a sly grin plastered on his face, his cock throbbing every time he feels you clench. You cover his girth in your juices, making it easier for him to fuck you furiously.
“Turn around,” Yoongi commands impatiently, almost flipping you over before you can even decipher his sentence. You get on all fours with his cock still inside you, but he gives a dismaying click of his tongue. He uses his strength to push you down to press your stomach against the sheets.
You whine when he gives your ass a hard spank, closing your eyes tightly as you feel the sting stay there for a good few seconds. Yoongi then presses his full body weight on you and starts fucking you from behind, his skilled thrusts making you moan louder, wanting to cry from how good you feel, overloading your senses.
"I need to fuck you like a fucking animal." His cock hits the same spot at a new, better angle, your orgasm coming faster than before as you feel your lower stomach twisting. Yoongi grabs a bunch of your hair, pulling your head up so that he can see your flushed, fucked-out face.
“Oh you look so pretty when you’re being fucked from behind,” he slams his hips rougher and harder into your ass, making your whole body quiver as your pussy squeezes around him tighter, begging for another orgasm. “Tell me, who owns this pussy from now on, huh?”
“Y-You…”
Yoongi wasn’t satisfied with that answer, making him grab both of your wrists and pin them together on your back. He holds them in place with one hand, the tightness of how hard he was gripping you would surely leave marks.
He grabs your ass with his other hand, fucking you deeper. Your body jolts forward each time he would ram his cock into your poor, wet little hole.
“Baby girl can do better than that,” he laughs, stopping abruptly after he pulls his cock out. You mewl from the loss of being full with his thick cock, only to be spanked right after.
“Tell me once more, who do you belong to?”
“You, sir,” you gulp.
“Good job. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Yoongi manhandles you to flip you around once again, although this time he puts your legs up to his knees, letting your ankles dangle in the air. Your face heats up from the lewd position he forced you into, biting your lip as he proceeds to pound his cock with the sole purpose of making you cum.
“God, I can feel how close you are. Does my brainless cumslut wanna cum around sir’s dick?” Yoongi takes you by surprise when a sudden solid slap lands on your cheek. “Huh? I can feel your little pussy tightening around me so good, baby,” he slaps your cheek again, making you whimper in delight, “Cream all over my cock, little slut. Get my cock nice and messy, c’mon—”
A loud, almost humiliating moan falls off your lips as you do just that. You spill your orgasm onto his cock as your legs shake. Your mind goes into a full-blown exotic bliss while Yoongi can be heard groaning as you clamp down on him.
“Fuuuck, baby,” Yoongi hangs his head low into the crook of your neck, his lips right against your skin as he speaks, “I need to breed you. Holy s-shit, I’m gonna fill you up, m’kay baby? Sir has to cum i-inside this sweet pussy.”
Yoongi angles his hips better so that he can spill his cum deep inside of you. His thrusts turn messy, moaning a higher pitch before Yoongi eventually spurts strings of his cum inside. You can feel his warm seed inside your cunt, filling you up to the brim.
“Shh, shh,” Yoongi was quick to hold your head and kiss you all better, attempting to calm you down from your body’s continuous jerks. “Look at me, breathe, alright?”
He peppers kisses all over your face but he doesn’t pull away just yet. “Can you feel that, hm? My cum deep inside you?”
“Uh-huh,” you nod, not having the energy to develop any words.
“That’s what sir likes. You’ve been a good girl for me, Y/n. So fucking good. You pleased me so, so well.” He starts to pat your head adoringly, summoning butterflies in your stomach. “You’ll keep sir’s cock nice and warm for a moment, alright?”
The way you looked at him; your eyes wide and almost in a state of shock of what just happened made his chest strain. “T-Thank you, sir.”
Yoongi raises his eyebrow, appalled, “Thank you? For what, darling?”
Looking away, you try to hide a sheepish smile, “For making me feel good.”
You don’t mean it just this one time, no. You thanked him for all the moments he made you feel erratic, needed, and adored. Even if that’s his job, which is to make strangers feel as if they’re on cloud nine, you’re happy to experience such a man like Yoongi. Whether this – whatever this is – is all temporary or not.
Yoongi was still a gentleman, despite his cruel words that disapproves of this sometimes. He reaches over to his bedside table and grabs the pack of wet tissues, using it to wipe yours and his body as thoroughly as he can before he can proceed to heat the water in his bathroom and bath you. "You don't have to..." you attempt to protest, cheeks blushing as Yoongi wipes your forehead. He pushes your hair away from your face, ignoring what you just said. Yoongi's warmth penetrates your sensitive, overstimulated body as he cleans you as carefully as possible. His eyes would connect with yours now and then, sending you a sly little grin before he proceeds to hold you, allowing you to take deep breaths. You can't seem to get used to his eyes, those eyes that you can't seem to read his emotions as accurately as you wanted to. But then again, you'd choose to look at him over a hundred guys lined up for you.
"I'll be right back and prep the bathtub for you," Yoongi says, proceeding to shower your face with featherweight kisses.
"I can just shower at home, Yoongi. I don't have any spare clothes on me," you reply, not wanting to burden him.
Yoongi chuckles at your innocence.
"What makes you think that I'm not making you sleep here with me? Let me do my thing, baby."
The sheets were cold when you awoke. Your body attempts to get used to the lights as you stretch, suddenly feeling soreness everywhere.
He had truly messed you up last night. But where is he? You’d expect him all cuddled up beside you, waking you up with kisses – but that was perhaps too domestic for him.
You should’ve known better.
As you make your way outside, his deep, raspy voice gradually becomes clear in the living room.
Coming into your vision was him, laying down on the sofa with one leg hiked up on the other, his phone directed to his ear.
“Oh, shit,” you whisper to yourself after you figure out that he was working. You hear lewd words and noises coming out of his mouth and you watch with your mouth open.
Yoongi catches you from his peripheral vision and was quick to put his index finger against his lips. “I’m busy,” he mouths, giving you a clue that he does not want to be disturbed. He ignores your pout and proceeds to please the person on the other side of the call. You feel appalled, seeing a person whom you submitted your heart and soul into last night blatantly dismissing you.
What are you supposed to do now? Wondering if calling a cab and leaving without saying goodbye would cure the sudden pang of jealousy that aches in your chest. Call it stupid or immature, but you had hoped that after what had happened the night before, he would at least pay more attention to you!
You wouldn’t be so affected by this if you didn’t have feelings for him.
You hug yourself with your arms, finding comfort as you make your way back to the bedroom. You single-handedly try to filter out the filthy sounds that were spilling continuously from his mouth without hesitation and second thoughts, fighting back the urge to cry.
It was your fault that you didn’t think this through. You finally see that you were nothing but a horny, deprived college student that allowed her lust for a man to control every decision. You allowed yourself to be swerved by his expertise in the language that he used, and now you’re falling for him.
You now feel dirty as you climb back onto the bed, shutting your eyes in hopes that the tears wouldn’t fall and your eyes wouldn’t taint in red. His t-shirt that clings onto your body starts to perceive the slow tinge of shame.
Perhaps this was all just a big game. One that you shouldn’t have come across, a game that you weren’t meant to play.
Putting your knees up to your chest, you hug yourself closer as you strive to seek that consolation that you craved for, perhaps, for a very long time. Any trace of logic and reasoning leaves your mind as you allow yourself to cry in your arms silently.
Although it wasn’t long after Yoongi finishes his session, he walks into the room, instantly hearing your engulfed sobs. “Y/n? Y/n!” Yoongi kneels on the bed in front of you, carefully trying to hold your head with two arms so that he can see the state that you’re in.
He’s hesitant to speak. “Y/n, baby—”
“Please don’t call me that,” you glare at him, cheeks wet with your tears.
Yoongi’s heart drops, his consciousness telling him to quickly solve the situation. His hands tremble as they gently wipe your tears away, unintentionally mirroring the frown on your lips. “I-I’m sorry,” he breathes deeply, “Please don’t cry anymore, Y/n. I’m here, see?”
“I shouldn’t be with you,” you blatantly reply, “I shouldn’t have done this with you.”
“What?” he says, appalled and confused at the same time. “I know that I’ve made a mistake, Y/n. It was so ignorant of me, and I sincerely apologize for that. But my work phone just started to ring and I—”
“Ah yes, your work.” You spat bitterly, “it was naive of me to think that you would sacrifice at least one phone call and tend to the girl you just fucked and say good morning,” you get up abruptly, picking your clothes from the floor in a rush. Words kept falling off your lips without much thought, “but you just love doing your job, don’t you?” You take a second to look directly at his eyes. You can't read what he was feeling, but it was a fact that he could see the pain in yours. “It’s what you’re good at; to make every single fucking stranger fall in love with you, and that includes me.”
The silence was loud, and the tension between the two of you was so thick that you would need a saw to cut through it. Yoongi sits at the edge of the bed, shaking his head as he urges you to come to him. “Come here and let’s talk.”
“No. I don't want to be here.”
“Y/n, please. Give me a chance,” you can hear the distress in his voice, “Don’t leave. Don’t ever leave, Y/n.”
"Stop playing! I don't know you, Yoongi! I don't know if I was just a cunt you wanted to desperately fuck or if you're sincere—or... or..." You hold your face in your hands, "If I'm just a gullible piece of shit."
"No. You're anything but that," Yoongi removes your hands from your face and continues; "Listen," he sternly states, "Y/n, I can explain if you just listen to what I have to say. Please, dear. Please listen to me and don't go."
You’ve heard Yoongi talk with all kinds of tones before, but this has been the first time you listen to him plead with desperation. With a heavy sigh, you step in front of him.
“I… I haven’t been with someone for so long, and to tell you honestly, I’m a little bit afraid. You know who I am; I’ll do anything for my job and to please. I need you to know that my intentions with you are pure. And I know how it may look, I understand that you probably see me now as this ass who can’t step away from his job. But I can. And I can prove it to you.”
Prove it? What is there to prove?
“What the hell are you saying, Yoongi?” You ask, baffled. You instantly get an uneasy feeling in your gut, concerned about the words that follow.
“I-I…” he swallows, looking nervous as well but remaining eye contact, showing you authenticity in his eyes. “I’ll quit my job.”
“What?” you raise your voice, stepping one foot back, “Yoongi! You're crazy! Y-You… you can’t just do that! I mean, what for?!”
Despite your tone and your aggravated demeanor, he replies calmly, “For you, silly,” he chuckles lightheartedly, grabbing your right hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, “I’m telling you, Y/n, I want us to move forward with… with all of this. And if quitting my job is the only way that keeps your mind at peace, then I’ll do it. Without hesitation.”
“Yoongi,” you huff, “I’m not sure about this.”
“Baby, the reaction that you had earlier – that I do not want to see ever again. Do you want me to continue having phone sex with strangers while you’re around? When I can focus on you instead?”
He has a point. You have learned that you get jealous quite easily, and you want Yoongi all to yourself. But—
“But the job pays good money!”
Yoongi rubs his hand up and down your arm, trying to put you at ease. “Money isn’t the problem, baby, don’t worry about that.”
This doesn’t seem real. In no way was Yoongi considering leaving his job. “You don’t have to quit. I c-can handle it. I can distract myself!"
Yoongi pretends to believe you.
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he urges you to straddle and sit on his lap, and you follow right along. You start to memorize every detail of his face. His lips, the mole on his cheek, and his dark eyes looked as if they were always filled with strong emotions. He was the human embodiment of the word alluring, fitting its description like a glove.
“You know, baby,” he starts to comb your hair lovingly, making you fall back into his touch. “I think it's time to tell you a little secret that I’ve been hiding.”
Your heart picks up its pace. He takes your silence as a cue to move forward.
“Buzz has this existing rule that no operator should have a relationship with a client. And for that reason—”
“That’s a ridiculous rule.”
Yoongi giggles for the first time in front of you, “I know.”
“For what purpose?”
“For this exact reason, I suppose.”
Yoongi tells you everything. He tells you that he was a person who was proud of the position he held in the company, being the favorite, but also its unfair treatment of others. All this time, Yoongi has always put work as the top priority, pushing his personal needs to the side. He tells you that he admits to being a little cocky, a bit pretentious sometimes, but one thing’s for sure is that he isn’t indecisive. And he’s already decided on a choice. A choice that would finally put what he desires first before others.
"Can we start over?" Yoongi whispers, voice filled with solemnity. His hands cradle your face, the pads of his thumb gently stroking your cheek, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his warm palms. "I want to make it up to you. I want to court you. I want to impress you but not how I did last time. I want to take you on dates. I want to treat you to dinner and spoil you like how you deserve to be spoiled, princess." Yoongi swipes his thumb across your soft, bottom lip, continuing. "I want to show you off in public and let the world know that you're my girl. I want to hold you in my arms whenever you're down or you feel stressed, and with that, I want to be the reason for your happiness. I hope this is enough for you to realize that I have good intentions for you — for us, my Y/n. You won't regret any of this, I promise."
Once again, this proves how much his words can affect you. He, the man who uses such vulgar language, can make you feel at peace and loved. Yoongi proves that he doesn't – in all aspects – doesn't disappoint to get his point through.
But those are still just words.
"Those are just words, Yoongi," you say, speaking your thoughts, "I know I'm a little inexperienced, but I have high standards."
Yoongi smiles. Not a teasing, cocky smirk, but a smile so pure that it made your heart skip a beat.
"Then I'll do anything to reach them."
*A few weeks later*
“Baby!” Yoongi calls from the kitchen, “We have our first subscriber!”
You quickly rush to where he sits on a barstool, looking over his shoulders. You have just got out of the shower, your hair still dripping and a towel barely wrapped around your body.
After Yoongi has left his job, the two of you found a way to have fun and get paid together. He launches OnlyFans on his phone and reads the name of the first person who graciously subscribed to your shared account.
“Jeon... Jungkook.”
That name was familiar.
“Wow. I wonder how he stumbled upon our account,” Yoongi muses before kissing you on the lips.
Until it dawned upon you. You stand still in pure bewilderment, probably looking so ridiculous with your mouth open and covered in water droplets. Could it be him?
“What’s on your mind, baby?”
You quickly shake your head, throwing the thought to the back of your mind. “Nothing! I-I guess we better make more content now, huh?”
Yoongi puts his phone back down on the counter and invites you in between his spread knees. He envelops you in a warm embrace, disregarding the fact that his shirt was getting damp.
"Are you excited?" you ask.
"To work with you?" Yoongi smirks, "By all means, baby."
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Thank you for your support on Eargasm! It pains me that it took sooo long for it to have a part 2 (and here I was previously considering not to make one), but I was utterly inspired by your support so I wanted to give this as a gift. There's still a lot of plotholes (e.g. Yoongi's boss, the teacher) that I'd like to patch up but I honestly I feel like I'd go past 20k words if I do, and I don't rlly want that. I'll consider writing a small sequel just to cover those subjects, but I'm not gonna promise anything at this time! I hope you enjoyed and please do tell me your thoughts after! I'd love to hear them. <3
this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, drunk seokmin making a MESS, frat parties, alcohol/drinking, sending of sexual photos/videos, matchmaker soonyoung returns~ AAAAAAH sorry this went up a day late! 😭 I feel like I’ve been doing that so much that I should change my schedule to post on Saturdays but I also work most Saturdays as well so that wouldn’t be any better anyway ☠️☠️ kjdfksj But thank you so much for your patience and understanding! 🥺💕✨ This is a bit of a shorter one but… y’know, just a build up~ 🥴 I alr wrote most of ch 12 and well… well, well… 😵💫😗ANYWAY Enjoy ch 11 and have a good rest of your weekend! I will be updating my masterlists tmr tho, I took the day off so I can sleep, haha 😩💕 I love u! 💕
Dokyeom: can’t rly say, it’d be too obvious if I said it…
Dokyeom: sorry I feel like I’m going in circles since I can’t rly tell you… 😭 i’m really trying I swear
You chuckle to yourself - wiping the tiredness from your eyes before your fingertips are flying across the keyboard again.
b@d_dream: no i totally get it
b@d_dream: if i said my dept, it’d be rly obvious too I think…
b@d_dream: theres a lot of smaller niche depts at the uni so… yeah 😅 I get it.
A cold chill runs down your spine as you take a break; eyes darting around your room as you start to wonder how you’d gotten yourself into this position.
this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camshows, camboy!seokmin, dom!seokmin, (mutual)masturbation, sex toys, mentions of exhibitionism, dirty talk, sending of dirty photos/audios. Omg WE ARE BACK YET AGAIN!!😮💨😭 The last chapter for Neon Dream was in Nov right before I went to those bts concerts and then the rest of dec went to shit lmao ☠️ Altho January is kinda pickin up where dec left off in the shit zone so y’know, it is what it is lol… 😗🥲 Anyway, thank you so much for your patience and support with Neon Dream, I’ve very excited to get back into it! I know this chapter went up a day late and I am too sorry for that too, I had some business to attend unfortunately 😭 Thank you all for always putting up with my bullshit lmao… 😭💕 Enjoy ch10! And have a lovely rest of your weekend! 💕
“Hey… Should we cut the fitting short, you look so… Preoccupied? I’m worried.”
His eyebrows furrow and his eyes are filled with concern as you kneel in front of him – shaky hands holding a needle in one hand and thread in the other as you gulp.
“H–huh? N–no, it’s okay, sorry I’ve just–just had a lot on my mind. We’ve been so b-busy with musical stuff so I feel like I’m just not, um, g-getting a lot of sleep, that’s all. It’s making me jittery, I think.”
You laugh nervously as Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek, nodding as he stares off into the mirror.
“If you need a break, just let me know, okay? I know it’s a lot of work but we’re allowed breaks too, y’know?” He laughs lightly under his breath – the action calming you a little as you join him.
“I know, it’s honestly not really hard work either, I think my brain is just always somewhere else lately. Or really, no where at all.”
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