four days
🌙 staring. Namjoon & Yoongi x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. you have an essay to write, and your hard dom boyfriend wont let you cum until you’ve completed it. Namjoon does everything he can to help you focus, but by the fourth day, he and your other boyfriend are starting to get impatient.
cw/ tw. praise, degradation, orgasm denial, overstim, cock warming, double penetration, anal, oral (f receiving), fingering, spanking, choking, hand job, etc... I pet names. daddy (9), baby, princess
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 4.8k
🍭 aus. collage au, poly, non idol, etc...
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You’ve been staring at your computer for three hours. It feels useless. In fact, it feels like the essay is slowly killing your soul. With a sigh, you take off your large headphones, turning in your chair to stare at Yoongi.
His back is to you, eyes focused on his own screen as he works.
It’s odd being in the same room as him and not talking. Odd that both of you are attempting to get work done, although as you scan his screen you see that unlike you, he’s actually being successful in his work.
You turn to look back at your essay and the word count. You have two more paragraphs to go. It’s not that much more work, but for some reason it feels like a lot.
Your eyes shift to the clock. Namjoon will be home soon. And you know he won’t be happy to see that you’re not finished. Out of your two boyfriends, Namjoon cares more about your schooling.
He’s very supportive, kind of the perfect boyfriend actually. Usually, he’ll sit with you and give you water and snacks, but you’ve been working on this essay for four days, and his patience has worn thin. You’ve been bratty, you know it.
You’ve been avoiding writing, spending more time staring at Namjoon or Suga, and attempting to distract yourself with their presence. This is why Namjoon is not here, this is why he’s left to go ‘run errands.’
You know that when he gets home, he’d prefer it if the essay is done. This isn't pressure, he hasn’t actually told you this deadline, but you know him. You know that he can’t fully spend time with you, and give you the love you want, while he knows you have an assignment due.
Even Suga is avoiding you, he seems to understand how important this essay is.
With a groan, you get off your chair, walking over to Suga. You lace your arms around him, leaning down so your chin is resting on his shoulder and you can look at his computer screen, “what are you doing?” you ask.
“What are you doing?” he says, taking off his headphones, “are you done your essay?”
“No.” you groan, burying your face in his neck and pressing soft kisses to his skin, “I can’t-”
“You have to.” his tone is stern. You’ve been in this position before, with Suga pushing you for more, but usually this type of situation is more pleasurable. The thought of him making you cum over and over again makes you groan, body reacting to the thought.
“What if instead-”
He puts his headphones back on. You pout, moving around him so you can sit on his lap. You completely obstruct his view of the screen, and when you grind your ass down on his cock he grabs your hips, halting your movements, “stop that.” he warns.
“But Yoongi-” you plead, kissing the underside of his jaw eagerly.
The front door opens and Namjoon walks in, groceries in his hands. He stops when his gaze lands on you and Suga, you quickly get off of Suga’s lap.
Namjoon looks from you to your open laptop, “are you done?” he asks hopefully.
“She’s not.” Suga answers for you, and immediately Namjoon’s smile drops. His mouth forms a firm line and he walks to the fridge. You watch his shoulders, enjoying the way his muscles move under the black turtle neck as he puts away groceries. His silence is almost worse than if he were to verbalize his disappointment.
You watch as he gets a glass and fills it with water. Then he brings it to the table and sets it down next to your laptop, “come on baby,” he says, voice soft, “just a little bit more right?”
You nod.
He sits in the chair next to yours, then pats your seat, saying nothing.
You look at Suga and then back at Namjoon, then you approach him. You sit down and his hand goes to your thigh, “look baby, I'm very proud of how much you’ve gotten done.” he tells you, his eyes are on his fingers as they stroke your thigh, “I know you need encouragement right now princess-”
“You’re not mad?” you ask.
He shakes his head, “no baby, I want you to do well, but I'm not going to be mad at you if you don’t complete this today, it’s due in two days, you have all that time, but it will be two days where you don’t get to cum baby.”
A deflated sound leaves your lips. Namjoon and Suga have been holding out on you for four days already while you’ve been writing your essay. You know you won’t be able to take two more.
“School comes first baby, and you don’t get to cum until after you’re done this essay.” his hand ghosts higher up your thigh, your breath catches in your throat, “it’s a shame baby, I’ve been thinking about what I want to do to you all day.” He pulls his hand away and stands, “but if you’re not done-”
“Give me twenty minutes.” you say.
He smiles, leaning down and kissing you, “there’s my smart girl.” he taps the glass of water, “stay hydrated baby.”
You turn to look at your computer, you’re determined to get your essay finished.
Somehow you’re able to power through it, and when you’re done you look up at Namjoon. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes on his phone. “I’m done.” you tell him.
He puts down his phone and smiles, coming over to stand behind you. He leans down, resting his chin on your shoulder, “is it edited baby?”
You shake your head.
“Read it to me.” he says, breath teasing your neck as he turns to place kisses against your skin.
Your heart is hammering in your chest as you read him the introduction. You stammer over words as Namjoon begins to suck on your sweet spot, deciding to read it as fast as you can to get it over with. Namjoon pulls away, “slowly.” he tells you, voice low, “and loud, so Yoongi can hear too.”
You groan and Namjoon slips a hand around your neck, squeezing, “What was that?” he purrs.
“Nothing.” you whimper.
Namjoon removes his hand and puts his face in the crook of your neck again, smiling against your skin when you begin to read. As you get to the thesis sentence, he slips a hand down the front of your shirt. You’d decided in the morning not to wear a bra, afterall, you’ve been in the apartment all day. But now, it gives Namjoon easy access to tweak and pinch your nipples as you struggle to read out your essay.
You finish the intro paragraph and stop, breathing heavily as Namjoon continues to assault your nipples with his fingers, then he stops “is that the whole essay baby?” he asks.
“I-” you begin.
But Suga’s laugh makes you stop, “come on Namjoon, this is torture.” you crane your neck to look at him. He’s sitting in his chair, palming himself through his sweatpants. You can tell he’s hard.
The past few days with no sex has been difficult for him too. In fact, he’s had to sleep in the guest room for two nights because he can’t control himself like Namjoon can. The first night of ‘no sex until the essay is done’ had shown his lack of control. All it had taken was you grinding back against him a little as he spooned you to have him tearing off your ‘enforced sex thwarting shirt.’
Namjoon had shown up and promptly reminded Suga of your no sex deal, and the reason for your shirt covering you instead of you being fully nude like normal, and Suga had left the room, grumbling to himself about education being the worst.
And now here you are, so close to being able to get what you want, and yet Namjoon is dragging the situation on.
You’ve heard that people think Suga is the mean dom, and it can be true sometimes. But Namjoon’s the one who really likes to torture you. Suga doesn’t have the patience for it.
“She needs to read it.” Namjoon insists.
You turn back to the screen, taking a deep breath. You begin to read the second paragraph.
You hear Suga approaching, and you stop reading when he stands next to the table. He reaches out a hand, eyes on Namjoon, then he closes your laptop.
Namjoon narrows his eyes at Suga. Neither of them move for a few seconds. It’s a battle of wills, and there’s something about it that’s deeply satisfying.
“She finished the essay. She can edit tomorrow.” Suga states.
“It’s not done until it’s edited.” Namjoon retorts.
Suga thinks about it for a moment, then he looks at you, “Stand up.”
You immediately jump to your feet and Namjoon makes an irritated sound in the back of his throat, also standing fully. “She’s not-” Namjoon begins again.
“I’m not going to touch her, I promise.” Suga says. Instead he points to where he wants you to move, and you go to stand on the other side of the chair. He sits down, opening the laptop again. Then he pushes his pants down, his hard cock standing at attention, “cock warm me baby. How about you read daddy this amazing essay.”
Namjoon sighs loudly and you’re quick to wiggle out of your sweatpants, moving so you’re in front of Suga. you grab his cock, pumping it a few times before you line him up with you. You’re dripping already from Namjoon’s incessant teasing. You slide down on Suga’s cock, it stretches you deliciously.
It’s only been a few days with no sex, but it feels like you’ve been celibate for months. You both moan, and Suga puts his hands on the chair armrests, keeping up his end of the deal which is not to touch you.
You sink down fully and the head of his cock touches something deep inside of you that has you clenching around him. Suga hisses, head lolling back as his eyes close. Namjoon watches with a scowl.
Namjoon enjoys teasing, and if he could have it his way, this would not be happening. But at the same time, he knows that the no sex rule has been affecting Suga, and he supposes it’s only fair that Suga gets to have you first.
You begin to read again, editing as you go. You doubt Suga is even listening, but Namjoon is. He watches you intently, eyes drifting down to where you and Suga are connected. Namjoon nods when you make good points in your essay, in fact, he even smiles at one of your bigger arguments.
When he smiles, you smile back, and your insides flutter around Suga, who moans loudly and crudely, “a great essay.” Suga tells you.
Pride is bubbling in your chest as you reach the conclusion paragraph. Your words go faster, body anticipating what’s to come when you finally finish reading. You stutter the last line, correcting yourself and making an edit. When you read the final line again, it sounds assertive, it sounds intelligent.
“Done?” Suga asks from behind you.
“Done.” you tell him. His lips are on your neck immediately, hands snaking under your shirt to grope your breasts as he sucks on your sweet spot, hips thrusting up a little, “fuck baby, come on, bounce for daddy.” he encourages you, breath hot against the back of your neck.
You grab onto the armrests and begin to move up and down slowly, the first drag of his cock along your walls makes you close your eyes in ecstasy. When you fall back down again, only to move up quickly, Suga groans.
You open your eyes to look at Namjoon. He’s watching you, staying completely still, arms crossed over his chest defensively.
“Do you have something to say to me?” he asks nonchalantly, as if he’s not watching you use his best friend to fuck the shit out of yourself in his dining room.
“Thank you daddy.” you whine, bouncing faster on Suga.
“For what kitten?” Namjoon asks, a small smile on his lips.
Your eyes focus on his beautiful dimples and you moan, “for encouraging me to do my essay.” you say, clenching around Suga. he moves one of his hands down to your front, immediately finding your clit and rubbing you hard. He groans as you flutter around him in response to his motions.
“And?” Namjoon laughs.
“And for keeping me hydrated and being such a good daddy.” you tell him, eyes closing as you enjoy the feeling of Suga thrusting up into your walls as he rubs your clit roughly.
“Are you close princess?” Namjoon asks.
Your body tenses and you prepare yourself for him to tell you you’re still not allowed to cum. You and Suga are both highly aware that the cockwarming annoyed Namjoon. But, you know not to lie to him, and you know that when Namjoon asks you a question, you must answer, “yes daddy.” you breathe.
Suga can’t control himself at the admittance that you’re close. He can feel it on you, but something about you verbalizing it throws him into a frenzy, “get up.” he tells you.
You begin to pout but Suga roughly throws you off of him, shoving you against the table and using a hand to push your upper body flush against it. You feel him at your entrance almost as soon as you’re able to moan at the loss of him, and he’s pushing himself back into you again. Now that he’s in control, he’s going deeper, harder and faster.
Each thrust has your hips smashing into the table, and it hurts slightly, but it adds to the pleasure of it. Suga’s hands are on your hips and he digs his fingers into your flesh, head dipped, eyes closed as he concentrates on chasing your high.
The new position is delicious, and each drag of his cock against your walls has you moaning. Your cheek is pressed to the marble tabletop and the coolness is welcomed. Suga can feel you beginning to tighten around him, and to bring you to the edge faster, he decides to do something he knows you love.
“So fucking wet for me.” he groans, voice low and hoarse, “we can fucking hear how wet you are.” he stops talking for a moment so you can verify his claim. You feel your skin flush as you listen to the obscene sound your pussy is making as he thrusts in and out of you, “such a good princess, you take me so fucking well. Gonna take all my cum right baby? Be a good fucking cum slut? I’ve been waiting for days baby.”
You moan loudly at his words, letting them wash over you as you get closer and closer to cumming.
“Fuck baby you’re so fucking tight,” a hand comes down on your ass and you completely spiral over the edge. Your cries fill the apartment, pussy clamping down on Suga.
“Don’t cum inside of her.” Namjoon states.
Suga opens his mouth to fight it, but he’s so close to cumming that he can’t even argue. His thrusts get more erratic riding out your high, and then he pulls out of you and cums all over your back.
There’s something about it that makes you feel so dirty. Usually Namjoon doesn’t care where Suga cums, but part of you understands that this is punishment. You get to feel dirty because you did a dirty thing by cockwarming Suga when Namjoon didn’t want you to.
Suga massages your ass lovingly, trying to catch his breath.
“Clean up your mess.” Namjoon says.
You feel Suga move from behind you but you’re too exhausted to care. A moment later a damp cloth is wiped against your back, cleaning your skin of the remnants of his orgasm. The towel is removed from your back and you open your eyes, peeking up at Namjoon.
“Stand up.” he instructs.
You straighten on wobbly legs and Namjoon approaches. He throws you over his shoulder easily, spanking you once to make you scream before he takes you to the bedroom. He tosses you onto the large bed and looks down at your half naked body. “Take off the shirt.” he tells you.
You strip it off your body, tossing it away and opening your legs to expose yourself to your boyfriend, who looks at you hungrily. “Since you’ve done so well today, finishing your essay and helping Yoongi-Hyung cum, you get to decide what I do to you.”
Your chest feels warm as you look at him. You love the man standing in front of you, with every fibre of your being, “really?” you ask.
“Of course baby.” he says.
“Please make me cum.”
“With what?”
“Mouth and fingers.”
He smiles at you, “any other requests?”
“Shirt off, necklace on.” you say, beaming at him.
Namjoon laughs and the sound warms your heart. He pulls off the turtleneck, shaking out his beautiful silver hair. He makes sure the gold chain is still around his neck. It looks so beautiful against his tan skin. He looks angelic, he takes your breath away.
He gets on his knees at the side of the bed, offering you a wink before he grabs your legs and pulls you closer, “relax baby.” he whispers, kissing your calf delicately. His mouth trails up your leg as you relax into the comforter.
You feel his breath against your core and part of you twitches, still sensitive from the orgasm Suga gave you.
Namjoon takes a tentative lick at your clit and you immediately grab at his hair, intertwining your fingers in the silky silver locks, “hmmm,” he hums, “Suga did a number on you.”
“Of course I did.” Suga’s voice enters the room and he climbs onto the bed with you, Namjoon allows for you to reposition, giving Suga some room on the bed. Suga lays next to you, arm thrown lazily over your stomach as he nuzzles against your shoulder and neck, he’s missed cuddling you the past few days.
As Namjoon moves his mouth to your clit again, Suga leans closer so he can capture your nipple between his lips. You use one hand to grab at Namjoon’s hair, while the other pulls at Suga’s. He enjoys having his hair pulled sometimes, and he groans against your breast.
It feels amazing having them both working on you. Namjoon sucks harder at your clit as Suga bites down on your sensitive bud, making you gasp loudly, back arching. Namjoon moves a hand to hold your hips down, his right hand joins his tongue between your legs.
One finger slips inside of you and although you’ve just had Suga, it still feels amazing to have one of Namjoon’s digits curling inside of you. He finds the squishy spot that makes your toes curl, then he adds another finger. Together, his digits work your g-spot while his tongue flicks your clit and Suga sucks on your nipple, other hand roughly groping your neglected breast.
Your whimpers get louder and Namjoon can feel your orgasm building. He moves his fingers faster, sucking harder on your clit. When you cum, it’s like being hit by a train. Your entire body convulses and you grab at Namjoon, trying to push him away, but his tongue and fingers are unrelenting.
Suga holds you down, even pulls your hands away from them both and pins them to the bed so Namjoon can have complete control over prolonging your orgasm. As you writhe underneath them, entire body overcome with pleasure, your mind is completely blank.
When Namjoon finally pulls away with satisfaction, your entire body slumps, chest heaving, legs closing as you try to collect yourself.
Suga kisses your face softly, hand gently caressing your skin, “so good baby.” he tells you, nose teasing your jaw as he rubs against you. You’re still shaking when he pulls you so you’re straddling him, face buried in his chest as he pets your hair.
His grey sweatpants are back on, but he doesn't mind that you’re getting them wet, your orgasm still practically dripping down your legs.
“You ready for Namjoon baby?” Suga asks, fingers tracing designs on your bare back.
You nod weakly against his chest.
“Want me again too kitten?” Suga questions.
You nod.
He lifts his hips a little, managing to wiggle out of his sweats for a second time. Namjoon makes an irritated sound from somewhere behind you. Suga has always been a fan of fucking with clothes on. You’re not sure if it’s because he genuinely enjoys it, or if he’s often just too lazy to fully get naked.
Namjoon, on the other hand, loves the feeling of skin on skin.
Suga’s already hard again underneath you, and you silently thank god that the no orgasm rule has apparently made his recharge time shorter. You reach between the two of you, stroking his cock gently as he thrusts up against your hand, a soft moan leaving his lips.
The bed dips behind you and then Namjoon gently massages your ass. One of his fingers dips into your pussy and you moan quietly. The finger pulls out and goes to your ass, slipping in easier than you expected it to.
He works you open slowly, preparing you to take his thick cock while Suga softly fucks your hand. You kiss Suga’s neck and he practically melts underneath you, moans getting louder as Namjoon chuckles behind you.
This is as much a reward for you and your essay as it is for Suga and his patience.
You hear Namjoon spit and feel his saliva drip around your holes, he moves it around your ass and presses two fingers into you, making you moan, “ready princess?” he asks.
“Yes daddy.” you say. You sit up, directing Suga to your entrance. You sink down on him for a second time and you both groan. You lean forward, lips interlocking with Suga’s, your first real kiss so far, and you stay still so Namjoon can push inside of you.
First he teases you, cock head pressing just against your ass but not pushing in. You move back a little, eager, and Namjoon smirks, finally slipping inside. He takes his time until he’s completely sheathed inside of you. His hands go to your ass, just under Suga’s hands situated on your waist.
Namjoon takes a test thrust and it sends you down more on Suga, who groans against your mouth, teeth digging into your bottom lip.
When Namjoon pulls out again, Suga moves you up so that when Namjoon thrusts, he can thrust as well. Both of them move into you, easily synching to each others rhythm. One great thing about dating two members of the rap line is that they’re experts at non verbal communication on rhythm.
The two of them hold you exactly where they want you, and they do most of the work, both of their cocks filling you and dragging against your walls. You hold yourself up, moans leaving your lips as you enjoy the feeling of being completely filled.
Namjoon lets out a low groan, and there’s something about hearing him finally make a sound that makes you clench around both of them. Suga’s fingers dig into your hips and you open your eyes to watch him.
He’s absolutely beautiful, eyebrows pinched together in concentration, teeth digging into his own lip as he thrusts up into you. His beautiful white hair is shaggy on his forehead and you adore him. You close the distance between your mouths and he eagerly kisses you back, taking a hand from your hip so he can grab at your hair, keeping your mouth on his.
He’s kissing you and panting against your lips, his thrusts falter, instead he goes for power not speed. The new rhythm is different from Namjoon’s, and now when one moves in the other pulls out and vice versa. It’s a different feeling but it’s still wonderful.
“Fuck.” Namjoon cusses from behind you, a smack ringing out through the room as his hand comes down on your ass.
You clench around both of them and they groan in unison, paces quickening again.
“Like being filled baby?” Namjoon asks from behind you, voice low and rough.
“Yes daddy!” you answer, Suga pulling away from your lips and instead kissing your neck. He sucks your skin, teeth teasing the sensitive flesh as he marks you as his.
“Like having both of our cocks like the dirty girl you are?”
“Yes daddy!”
Another smack makes your body jolt, your orgasm building dangerously quickly.
“Gonna cum again baby?”
“Yes daddy!”
Namjoon reaches a hand around your front, this new position brings him closer to your back and you can feel the coolness of his gold neck chain against your skin which delights you. When his fingers press against your clit, your entire body shakes. Your clit is still extremely sensitive from your first two orgasms, and within moments, you’re cumming. Suga works on holding you up while still thrusting, and Namjoon jackhammers into you while rubbing your clit.
“Don’t cum yet.” he says, and you realize he’s not talking to you, because your body is still clenching and spasming around them as they ride you through your high. It’s Suga who he’s talking to, and Suga groans loudly, eyes clenched shut as he attempts to avoid his own orgasm.
When you finally come down from your high, you slump down against Suga’s chest.
“Please-” you beg.
“One more angel.” Namjoon says, “four orgasms,” he groans, “four days working on that fucking essay.”
“Four days with no sex.” Suga adds, breath teasing the fresh mark on your neck that he’s given you.
“I can’t-”
“You can.” Namjoon insists, “watch.”
You’re not sure how he is able to access your clit again. You try to move away from him but, as usual, the two of them hold you exactly where they want you.
The pleasure jolts through your entire body and your walls begin to flutter around them again, “oh my god oh my god oh my god!” you scream, body beginning to shake with effort as Namjoon forces another orgasm out of you.
Both of them thrust into you hard and fast, somehow managing to match their speeds as your orgasm throws them both over the edge. Suga and Namjoon moan loudly, fingers dig into your flesh as they keep you exactly where they want you, using you for their own pleasure.
When they both finally stop, you’re exhausted. Suga is breathing hard, eyes closed, he’s just as tired as you are. Namjoon slips out of you and you hear him walk away to the bathroom. A moment later you hear the shower begin to run, then the bath.
Namjoon usually helps you shower and clean yourself before the three of you get into the tub after a particularly rough event, or in this case, one where he’s overstimulated you.
Namjoon comes back and coaxes you off of Suga, who is reluctant to let you go. Namjoon carries you to the bathroom and helps you into the shower, “can you stand?” he asks. You shake your head and Namjoon smiles at you, “let me know when you can.” he tells you. He stands with you under the rainshower head and the warm water rejuvenates you.
After a minute you nod, “okay, I think I can stand.”
He sets you down gently, helping you stay straight as he grabs some body wash. It feels nice against your skin and the wonderful smell makes you smile as Namjoon washes you off. His touch is gentle between your thighs and he makes sure all the cum is gone from your body. When he stands straight again, you grab at the chain on his neck, using it to pull his lips to yours.
He kisses you for a while, tongue dancing across yours. The water is a slight nuisance, but you really don’t care. Kissing Namjoon is enough to distract you of everything.
Namjoon finally pulls away and turns off the shower.
Suga’s already in the large tub. You and Namjoon join him. You sit with your back to Namjoon’s chest, his arms wrapped around you lovingly as you rest your head back against his shoulder. Your eyes close and Suga grabs one of your feet, gently massaging your calf, “the essay was really good.” he tells you.
You laugh and you feel Namjoon smile against your shoulder, peppering your skin in kisses.
“We’re so proud of you baby.” Namjoon agrees.
You hum happily. You don’t need to say it. You are all aware of what you’re feeling. You love them and they love you. It’s how it’s always been, and it’s how it always will be.
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