i have sort of had sakuatsu in jihope outfits stuck in my head for a good few weeks now… this beat cha-ching like money
[image is a drawing of sakusa gazing coolly at the camera while atsumu leans one insouciant arm on him. sakusa is wearing a glossy red button-up shirt with sunnies tucked into the collar, and atsumu is in a satiny green gucci bomber jacket.]
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (with a little Hoseok on the side), mentions of the other members as well
Warnings: sexual tension, groping, jealous Yoongi, kissing, marking, biting, hair pulling, fingering, choking, voyeurism, praise kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (please be safe), orgasm denial, squirting, creampie, cumplay, bisexual undertones
Summary: Yoongi promised he would come out dancing with you, but as per usual, he’s working late. What will he do when he arrives only to find you on the dance floor with another man’s hands all over you? Will his anger erupt in the middle of the club or will he find another way to express his displeasure?
Word Count: 4K+
Yoongi drew another shot of whiskey into his mouth and swirled it around before swallowing. Not even the burn of the alcohol in his throat could quell the tempest brewing in his mind.
How dare she let another man touch her like that?!
Another upbeat disco classic started to electrify the dance floor and you continued sashaying away with the man in the blue suit under Yoongi’s scrutinizing glare. You were so engrossed in your dance partner that you hadn’t noticed Yoongi’s arrival at the VIP booth.
It’s like she doesn’t even care whether I’m here or not.
Another hand was lingering near the curve of your ass, another set of eyes were blazing with desire for you, another pair of lips were quirked into a sensual smirk as your dance partner sized up the voluptuous curves grooving in his arms. Yoongi noticed your not so subtle body roll against the man’s crotch and he nearly crushed the crystal highball glass in his hand.
She’s fucking asking for it.
As though his telepathy were coalescing into reality, you turned your gaze toward the booth and froze in place when you realized that Yoongi was staring you down. He could almost see your breath hitching and your throat bobbing up and down in a large nervous gulp. Yoongi drank another mouthful of whiskey and tilted his head at you.
That’s right, baby. You are so busted.
30 minutes earlier
“‘Cause I-I-I’m in the stars tonight,
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight,”
The bass was pumping and the melodies were jumping at the hot new club Dynamite, and you were decked out in the sexiest teal vintage dress you could find. Your cousin Taehyung was generous enough to share his secret knowledge of thrift shops in the area who specialized in clothing from the 1970s, and you were elated when you stumbled upon the flowing ensemble hanging from your shoulders. The golden accents perfectly accentuated your figure, and you strutted confidently past the velvet rope after greeting your friend Namjoon at the door.
“So where’s your other half tonight?” Namjoon grinned knowingly. “Still working?”
“You know how Yoongi is,” you responded with a sigh. “He did promise to come over here after work though.”
“Typical Yoongi,” Namjoon chuckled with a shake of his head. “Your usual private VIP booth is reserved, beautiful. I’ll make sure to send him back there when he arrives.”
“Thanks, Joon,” you perked up. “You’re such a good friend.”
“I know,” Namjoon smirked. “What would you do without me?”
With a quick kiss to your cheek, Namjoon set off to help Jungkook and Jimin at the bar. The club was filled to the brim with people and the always overzealous Kim Seokjin was at his turntables spinning as DJ Worldwide Handsome. The music seamlessly transitioned into “A Fifth of Beethoven” and you made your way onto the dance floor swaying your hips and swinging your arms in time with the funky beat.
Every so often, your eyes drifted over to the VIP section in search of Yoongi, but there was still no sign of him. You pouted slightly, but you weren’t about to let his absence put a damper on your groove.
“Alright, everybody,” Seokjin announced over the music. “Let me hear you make some noise!”
Everyone shouted jubilantly as the song began morphing into the opening notes of “Boogie Wonderland.”
“Midnight creeps so slowly into hearts of men who need more than they get
Daylight deals a bad hand to a woman who has laid too many bets
The mirror stares you in the face and says, "Baby, uh, uh, it don't work"
The lyrics were creeping under your skin, and you looked back to the VIP section once again, hoping that you would catch a glance of Yoongi’s fluffy black hair or his dark piercing eyes.
But the booth remained sadly empty.
Where the hell is he?
“Excuse me,” called out a sultry voice behind you. “Care to dance?”
You pivoted away from the sight of the lonely VIP booth and came face to face with a golden god wrapped in royal blue. A tall unfamiliar man was grinning at you and his radiant smile captivated your troubled mind. His suit was perfectly tailored to draw your eyes over his slender frame, and the multicolored lights jumping over his mocha hair, his gold buttons, and burgundy tie gave him an aura of playful joy. You shifted your eyes away from his face and quickly realized that his hand was still extended and you had yet to offer any reply to his question.
“Oh, no, I’m sorry” you shrugged. “I’m actually waiting for someone. He should be here any minute.”
The stranger’s smile morphed into a slight smirk and he stepped a little closer to you. A waft of spicy cologne assaulted your senses and you gasped slightly at how amazing he smelled.
“It’s just a dance,” he explained sweetly. “Nothing more. Besides, this song is a perfect dance duet. It would be a shame to let such beauty and talent on the dance floor go to waste.”
“Beauty? Talent?” you scoffed lightly. “Hardly. I just like dancing, that’s all.”
“Well, from what I’ve already seen, you love dancing,” he countered smugly. “I can tell you are capable of so much more. Let’s see it.”
Emboldened by the challenge lingering in the air, you took one last look at the empty VIP booth and squashed the melancholy air threatening to suffocate you. You placed your hand in the stranger’s and introduced yourself.
“Nice to meet you,” he smiled brightly. “I’m Hoseok. Now, let’s boogie!”
After maneuvering around the dance floor, you found a small space in the center where Hoseok twirled you into his arms as “You Should Be Dancing” started flowing through the speakers. After a few moments, you and Hoseok were coordinating your movements like practiced dance partners. It was exhilarating to have someone who could anticipate your every move and lead you across the dance floor with incredible synchronization.
You felt so at ease with Hoseok that you carelessly ignored the lingering touches at your hips and thighs and the hungry look in his eyes. Every twist, turn, lift, and spin ignited a glowing ember of desire stoked only by the precision and perfection of your partner. Hoseok enabled you to explore new realms of dancing that were previously denied due to the inexperience of your dance partner. It wasn’t that Yoongi wasn’t a good dancer, but his desire to dance was outweighed by his desire to chill and watch. It was a rare occurrence for him to give in to your demands and actually show a little flare on the dance floor.
But not Hoseok...
His body moved with effortless accuracy and his limbs seemed fluid and sharp almost at the same time. You were entranced by his expressive gesticulations and drawn back into his gyrating orbit over and over again. The more suggestive your motions became, the bolder he became with his own dance moves. You knew that Yoongi would be livid if he could see your shameless display, but if he wasn't around to dance with you, then you were going to find someone who would.
“She's juicy and she's trouble
She gets it to me good
My woman gives me power
Goes right down to my blood”
The lyrics were invigorating and you pushed through any doubts you had about dancing with Hoseok. You allowed your own imagination to wander as you trailed your fingertips across his shoulders and nestled your ass against his crotch. You could swear you heard him growl after you rolled your body back against his.
“I knew you were holding back before,” Hoseok proclaimed behind you. “You’re an amazing fucking dancer. I’d love to see what else you could do.”
Hoseok’s seductive tone made you shiver slightly, both out of anxiety and arousal. The attention he was lavishing all over you while you danced was intoxicating, and you realized how much you wished Yoongi loved dancing as much as this.
But in order to do that, he’d actually have to be here!
As your thoughts turned sour with his absence, the music tapered off into an escalating drum break and then “Disco Inferno” erupted across the club. More and more people flooded the dance floor and you were about to suggest another dance to Hoseok before you glanced back over to the VIP section and lost every ounce of breath in your body.
Yoongi was glaring at you from inside the booth. He was clad in black and red and the drink in his hand was nearly empty. He reached over to the whisky bottle in front of him and poured himself another drink and took a long gulp before tilting his head at you in displeasure.
Oh fuck…
“How about another song, gorgeous?” Hoseok suggested behind you. “We could do some real damage on the floor with this classic.”
You kept your eyes on Yoongi and his frown deepened as Hoseok entered his field of vision. You could almost see the licks of flame emanating from behind his glossy pupils, and you didn’t want to anger him any more than you already had.
“Sorry, Hoseok,” you explained quickly. “I have to go. My boyfriend is here and he doesn’t look happy.”
Hoseok peered across the club in the direction you indicated and he raised his eyebrows at Yoongi’s piercing stare. He gulped slightly and giggled nervously before speaking.
“Maybe I should walk you over,” Hoseok offered. “I can explain that we were just dancing. I don’t want to get you in trouble over me.”
“No, really, it’s ok,” you replied. “But thank you for offering.”
“Nonsense,” Hoseok said sweetly. “He looks pissed and it’s probably my fault. I promise to leave you alone once I’ve said my piece.”
You quickly calculated the pros and cons of Hoseok’s offer, and decided to just go with it. If anything else, it would give you a few moments to gather your thoughts before you spoke to Yoongi.
You set off across the club, Hoseok behind you, but making every effort not to touch you. He may have sensed that any further physical contact might ignite more fury in your intimidating other half. Once you arrived at the VIP section, you made your way over to your booth and slid in next to Yoongi. Hoseok smiled as Yoongi wrapped his arm around you possessively and kept his gaze on Hoseok.
“Hi, there, I’m Hoseok” Hoseok began brightly. “I hope you aren’t too upset that your lovely girlfriend granted me a few dances. She’s quite talented on her feet.”
“Hi, Hoseok, I’m Yoongi, and yes, I’m well aware of her talents,” Yoongi smirked icily. “On and off her feet.”
You stiffened against him and inhaled sharply. Yoongi’s crass statement made you shiver with the amount of malice dripping from his lips, but Hoseok seemed unaffected. He simply nodded his head and chuckled at Yoongi’s words.
“Yoongi,” you scolded gently, trying to hide the blush of embarrassment flushing your cheeks. “We were just dancing.”
“Yeah, I know, I saw,” Yoongi remarked nonchalantly, his eyes still bored into Hoseok. “So Hoseok, is it your common practice to grope your dance partners or was that just an embellishment on the choreography?”
“No, I swear I didn’t grope her,” Hoseok denied vehemently. “I was trying to hold her steady so she wouldn’t fall over. Some of those moves get a little complicated if you don’t have an experienced partner.”
“So, you consider yourself an experienced partner?” Yoongi spat, the venom implicit in his voice. “Is that why you were eye-fucking my girl while your hands were all over her?”
“He wasn’t-” you started to protest, but a look at the irritation on Yoongi’s face quieted your words completely. Hoseok deflated slightly at your imposed silence and sighed.
“Look, Yoongi,” Hoseok treaded carefully. “I promise it was not my intention to make your girlfriend uncomfortable, but I can’t say I wasn’t aroused by her amazing dance moves. She’s the most incredible dance partner I’ve encountered in a while, and while I was absolutely looking at her inappropriately, I wasn’t going to take it any further than looking.”
Yoongi waited a few moments and then visibly relaxed. You released the breath you were unconsciously holding and looked at Hoseok in wonder.
No one is ever that straightforward with Yoongi. I can’t believe he responded like that to Yoongi’s accusation.
“Thank you for your honesty, Hoseok,” Yoongi announced. “I can respect a man who doesn’t lie to my face.”
“I know when I’m caught,” Hoseok chuckled. “You’ve got a sharp eye and an even sharper tongue. I’d hate to be on your bad side.”
“Nah, I’m not that bad,” Yoongi smirked. “Why don’t you have a seat? Join us. If you’re going to keep dancing with my girl, I’d like to know a little more about you.”
You bugged your eyes out as Yoongi slid you both over in the booth so that Hoseok could join you. Hoseok glanced between you and Yoongi and simply shrugged his shoulders and took a seat in the half moon shaped booth. You were even more surprised as Yoongi poured whiskey into the other highball glass and slid it over to Hoseok.
“Oh, I’m not much of a drinker,” Hoseok admitted sheepishly. “It hits me fast and hard.”
“You don’t say,” Yoongi mused while stroking his fingers down your side. “Fast and hard is just the way I like it.”
The two men laughed heartily at the crude innuendo, but you were at a loss for words. Yoongi was obviously wary of Hoseok, but here he was offering the man liquor and hospitality and there wasn’t even a hint of jealousy in his voice.
What the fuck is Yoongi playing at?
What you failed to notice as you were puzzling over Yoongi’s intentions was that his fingers were wandering all over your body. His subtle ministrations were becoming more noticeable even in the dimmed light within the VIP booth. You captured one of his wandering hands as they started lifting the skirting of your dress to expose your thigh.
“Yoongi,” You warned in a whisper. “Stop.”
Yoongi’s grin increased and the jealousy was evident by the gleam in his eyes. He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Yoongi chuckled. “I thought you liked it when I touched you.”
“Of course I do,” you admitted. “But not in public and not in front of other people.”
Hoseok gulped down another shot of whiskey and his eyes were locked onto Yoongi’s deft fingers slowly bunching up your skirt on your upper thigh. Yoongi’s eyes met Hoseok’s and you saw something dark pass between them telepathically.
“I wouldn’t worry about Hoseok, my love,” Yoongi tutted. “You heard what he said. He just wants to look.”
“Yoongi, please,” you begged breathlessly as his fingers travelled between your legs. “I can’t. Not here.”
“Yes, here,” Yoongi growled in your ear maliciously. “You were more than happy to let Hoseok touch you on the dance floor in front of all those other people. Why can’t I touch you here where only Hoseok can see?”
Your eyes shot a look over at Hoseok and the feral look in his eyes was mesmerizing. His lips parted and you gasped as his tongue ran over his bottom lip before he pulled it in between his teeth. The raw hunger in his eyes made you shiver even as your body broke into a feverish flush of arousal.
Yoongi’s fingers traced along the edge of your panties as he began sucking red blossoms along your neck. You stifled a loud moan as he bit down harshly on your collarbone, and your hips canted forward on reflex. Seeing that as an opportunity, Yoongi pulled your hips onto his lap and he cleverly spread your legs over his own so that Hoseok could get a clear view of what was going on under your skirt. You tried to protest, but Yoongi just reached up and pulled you back by your hair so you couldn’t escape his clutches.
Your silk panties were drenched and Hoseok exhaled shakily as Yoongi pulled them aside to reveal your dripping cunt. Without warning, Yoongi plunged two fingers deep in your swollen pussy and began fingering you without mercy. Yoongi released your hair to reach up and wrap his long fingers around your throat as he added a third finger past your sopping entrance.
“You see, Hoseok,” Yoongi growled. “You see how ready and willing she is? This is the kind of movement I prefer with her. Sure, she can move like an angel on the dance floor, but she’s a demon when it comes to sex. She likes it dirty, she likes it rough, and she may act like a saint, but underneath it all, she’s fucking sin incarnate.”
You moaned shamelessly at Yoongi’s words and pushed at both of his hands desperately. Much to Hoseok’s surprise, you weren’t trying to stop Yoongi, but encourage him to do more. With a knowing chuckle, Yoongi tightened his grip around your throat and started grinding his palm into your clit while he continued to finger you relentlessly.
“That’s right, baby,” Yoongi mused. “I know you want more. My beautiful dirty girl is feeling extra bold today. I think she wants to show off in front of her new friend, huh? Is that what you want, baby? You want to show Hoseok how well you take my cock?”
“Mmmmm, yes, Yoongi,” you begged. “Please fuck me. I want him to see me.”
Hoseok gulped down another shot of whiskey and groaned loudly as he started to palm himself over his navy slacks. From this angle, only he was privy to the lascivious sight before him and it was exceedingly difficult to just sit there and watch it all play out. You were gloriously aroused and the scent of your arousal thickened in the booth. Hoseok inhaled deeply and allowed your musky scent to invade all of his senses. He would give anything for just a taste of your sweet nectar.
For now, he would have to make due with watching Yoongi defile you three feet away from him.
“Hoseok,” Yoongi gritted out. “Should I give this gorgeous girl my fat dick? Do you think she deserves it?”
“Fuck, yes,” Hoseok agreed. “She deserves everything you can give her and more.”
You preened at Hoseok’s words and Yoongi groaned as you clenched tightly around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and began rubbing tight circles on your clit, pushing your orgasm to the brink. Abruptly, his fingers stopped and you whined loudly as your climax slipped away.
“You know the rules, my love,” Yoongi declared. “You come when I say it’s time, not sooner. Consider it a punishment for letting Hoseok run his hands all over you right in front of me.”
“But Yoongi,” you pouted. “I wasn’t-”
Yoongi cut off your words with another tight squeeze around your throat and you started grinding your hips against his throbbing erection. While you gasped for air, Yoongi reached down and pulled his pants down so he could get his dick out. With a little maneuvering, he gathered up enough slick to push past your flooded folds and you collapsed against Yoongi’s chest as his dick filled you completely.
“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Yoongi grunted as he began thrusting languidly into you. “She’s even prettier when she cums. Wanna see?”
“Absolutely,” Hoseok heartily proclaimed. “I’ve never wanted to see anything as much as I’ve wanted to see her.”
“Well, she’s a screamer, so I better keep her quiet,” Yoongi laughed. “Lend me your tie, Hoseok. That should work.”
Hoseok quickly undid the knot on his burgundy tie and handed it over to Yoongi, who rolled it up and stuffed it into your gaping mouth.
“Thanks, man,” Yoongi smirked at Hoseok. “Now, get ready to see how fucked out this little lady can get.”
Yoongi reached up and grabbed your throat as he began pounding up into your pussy with practiced precision and unfathomable power. You grasped at Yoongi’s arm to hold yourself steady, but he batted them away.
“You know where I want those fingers, baby,” Yoongi grunted. “Show Hoseok how pretty you are when you cum all over me, yeah?”
You mewled at his words and dropped your fingers away from his arm. One hand dropped into your lap and began rubbing vigorously at your aching clit and the other clutched at your heaving breast to release it from the confines of your dress. You pulled the fabric on your chest aside so you could roll your nipple between your fingers as Yoongi fucked into you while you stimulated your own clit.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Hoseok groaned weakly while squeezing his throbbing erection. “You’re such a dirty girl. I fucking love it.”
Your eyes shifted to Hoseok and you moaned at the sight of him pleasuring himself to you. He locked eyes with you and bit his lip as he squeezed his cock even harder over his navy blue slacks. You couldn’t take your eyes off the impressive size tented just behind the luxurious fabric covering his crotch. Yoongi started pulling your hips back and forth as he pounded into you, and the intensity of all of these sensations coalesced into the seeds of an intense orgasm which was quickly building in your center. You started rubbing your clit even faster and Yoongi sensed that your orgasm was arriving sooner than expected. He began thrusting even harder into you, preparing you to plow through the finish line.
“That’s it, my love,” Yoongi encouraged. “Cum for me. Cum for Hoseok. Cum for both of us.”
You screamed out against the silk tie in your mouth as your climax exploded and sprayed a thin sheen across the floor of the booth. Yoongi released your throat so he could continue fucking you through your own orgasm and triggering his own. As hot spurts of cum flooded your depths, you mewled and dropped your arms forward to brace yourself against the table. Yoongi slowed his movements so you could come down slowly from your high, and then started pulling the top of your dress back in place.
“Did she just fucking squirt?!” Hoseok exclaimed in awe. “She even got my fucking shoes!”
Yoongi chuckled as he helped you off his lap and back onto the seat of the booth. You removed the tie from your mouth and tossed it on the table. Hoseok retrieved the spit soaked fabric and stuffed it into his pocket as your head lolled sideways in your post orgasmic glow. Overcome by sensation, you giggled through the rush of serotonin flooding your brain. Yoongi reached over and pushed two fingers into your messy cunt and wiggled them inside of you for good measure. You moaned softly at his ministrations and dropped your head back on the cushioned wall behind you.
When Yoongi retracted his fingers, they were slick with your mixed fluids and he offered them to Hoseok.
“Go ahead,” Yoongi challenged. “Get a taste. I know you’re dying to. But enjoy it because that’s the most you’re ever going to get.”
Hoseok hesitated before setting his empty glass aside to pull both fingers between his lips. Yoongi hummed with pleasure as he felt Hoseok’s tongue gathering up every ounce of arousal on his fingers. When he released Yoongi’s fingers, Hoseok boldly licked his own lips and sighed with satisfaction.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Hoseok agreed. “I don’t know who I’m tasting, but it’s all delicious.”
Yoongi laughed at Hoseok’s response and dipped his fingers in once again before offering a second taste to his newfound friend.
“I don’t mind feeding you from the source,” Yoongi proclaimed. “But don’t think you’re getting direct access anytime soon.”
“Fair enough,” Hoseok nodded before leaning in for a second helping of Yoongi's cum soaked fingers. “But if you ever change your mind, I’ll be waiting...for both of you.”
With a wink, Hoseok finished sampling Yoongi's fingers, then stood up and shamelessly rearranged his stiff erection in his pants.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Hoseok declared. “I have some business to take care of. Thank you very much for your hospitality. Let’s do this again soon.”
With a shared nod, Hoseok departed towards the men’s room and Yoongi gathered you up in his arms with a wicked smile.
“I like him,” Yoongi murmured against your ear before tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “Maybe we should take him home with us tonight.”
“Maybe,” you laughed. “But who gets first dibs on him: you or me?”
You both giggled at the notion before drifting into a heated kiss. The disco music continued playing in the air and you melted against Yoongi’s fiery presence.
Hmmm. Maybe I should make him jealous more often?
Author’s Note: This was a drabble request from my beautiful soulmate @xxxille-girlxxx, also known as my gorgeous Goguma. She already gave it her approval, so that’s enough for me. Love you, Nora! Everyone else can just enjoy a little funky playdate with Sope.
