Summary: “An AU where everyone has a strip of color on their wrist that corresponds to the hair color of their soulmate/s. Y/N, who has two strips, starts to become very concerned for her soulmates’ scalps when her strips are constantly changing colors.” - btsqualityy
A/N: Okay, most of you know my good friend, @btsqualityy. She created this beautiful social media au called Tinges. Within this au, there is one particular part that I’ve asked her to write. After some complications, she texted me one day saying if I wanted to write it, then I can have it. So, I am giving her full credit for the au that she’s created, linked the master list, and have given credit where it is due. Without further ado, enjoy at your own risk. [If you want more..erm just tell me okay?]
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They were the only two that were on your mind. Everything else was either stuffed away where you couldn’t think twice about it, or you just didn’t care. Instead, you were rushing around your small apartment. Trying to clean up as you didn’t want them to see what kind of mess you had made. Since your finals were just around the corner, your apartment was a slew of pictures, camera parts, and anything that wasn’t store-bought ramen.
Scrambling, you tossed your clothes away, fitting into something much more appealing. Grabbing your loose yellow sweater, you flung it over your head, letting it hang from your shoulders. Giving your black fishnets the attention they desired. You didn’t dare put on heels, although the thought crossed your mind. Instead, you slipped on a pair of sneakers and pulled your socks up.
Looking in the mirror, you double-checked your makeup. Making sure everything was perfect. Meaning, no smudges, no smears, and definitely no flakes. Grabbing a big fluffy, clean brush, you wiped away anything that would show crakes in such a beautiful painted mask. Grabbing a few hair ties, you pulled your hair back and let a few strands hang. You knew they were going to get looser, but if you wanted to look the part, you had to.
Then, wasting no time, you proceed back to your cleaning. Stuffing papers into folders, pictures into your desk, and making sure every camera part was sealed away for safekeeping. By the time there was a faint knock, you had somewhat cleaned your apartment. At least making it presentable and smelling careful with a few candles. Taking a deep breath to calm not only your pulsating heart but your core, who needed attention, you stood up tall.
You moved slowly, giving them what dire time they had to fix themselves before devouring you whole. When you opened the door, you were pleasantly surprised to see both of them in beautiful clothes. Taehyung looking more dressed up than Yoongi, however, you knew how lazy he was when it came to dressing himself. That is if he wanted to be casual, but then again, you didn’t keep on that thought for long.
Taehyung’s whistle brought you back to reality, his eyes hungrily taking insight. He looks over his shoulder, Yoongi’s usually pale face was darker in the afternoon light. He didn’t say anything, instead, basking in all your glory. Reaching out, Taehyung took your wrist where the two strips of color where. Bringing them up, he plants a tender kiss on each, then moving in.
You took two steps back, giving them enough room to walk in, then move past you. Yoongi did; first, Taehyung staying by your side to shut the door. You assumed Yoongi was going for the wine, the one he gave just a few nights before. You hadn’t touched it, mostly because you wanted it to chill first before popping the cork.
“I still wish you would have said -” Taehyung clucks his tongue like a mother would scolding a child. He waggles a long finger, then proceeding to press it to your lips.
“We’ve already discussed this,” he mentions waggling his eyebrows. “Now let us take care of you.” pausing then looking over his shoulder. Yoongi coming back with three glasses, one of them already filled.
“You were the one to invite us over, weren’t you?” The question hanging in the air, your breath caught in your lungs. Without a second thought, you nod feverously. Reaching out to grab a glass when Yoongi came close. Instead, he shakes his head again, leaning inwards and smiling. Almost teasing you as he hands the full cup to Taehyung.
Where you three going to drink first? Or where they going to get right into it? You didn’t know; however, you didn’t want to bask in the unknown for too long...
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Taehyung was crotched in front of you, his slim fingers grasping your chin. Your torso was laid across Yoongi’s lap, his fingers brushing against the nets across your legs. A small whimper escapes your lips, Taehyung being the source of it. He held the small remote in his palm, controlling the speeds in which he could use against you.
Yoongi was heightening your senses. Smacking your thighs whenever Taehyung adjusted the speed or doing so to watch your body jiggle due to the force. You could feel your heart against your chest, the pounding of it rapid and hard. Your arousal now being the only scent filling between the three of you. Under you, Yoongi’s own arousal poked at your stomach.
Begging for its release as much as you wanted one. You tried to reach out, snatch the remote from Taehyung’s grasp multiple times. Making it harder by the second as he punished you for such actions. This time, he held your chin in a firm grip, tilting your head back to look at the decoration of hickies.
“She’s going to need a lot of makeup, tomorrow baby,” he spoke, his attention now drawn towards Yoongi. You give a surprised yell, Yoongi’s hand connecting with the bottom of your ass. That sweet spot that connected your legs to your cheeks. This time, he hit you harder than before, small tears building at the corners of your eyes.
Not because it hurt, but because of how sexually frustrated you were. “Then let her,” he growls palm face down and soothing the now pink area. His head snaps to the side, your phone still ringing next to him with notifications. He rolls his eyes, drawing his attention towards it. Unlocking it efficiently, then sending a quick text, only to receive a small smirk.
You didn’t see he had one because your attention was on Taehyung, but judging from his next carefully picked words, you could picture it. Setting your phone to the side, he gives his attention back towards you. Still rubbing your skin as if he was warming it for some more smacks. Although this time, as Taehyung adjusted the speed, Yoongi’s fingers hooked in the fabric.
The sound of strings pulling apart and now your nets hanging off your thighs like tattered fabric horrified you. Yoongi had just ripped your favorite nets without even thinking about it. You drag a moan, arching your body upwards since the sensation between your legs grew. You couldn’t even think about the pieces of fabric falling since all that mattered to you was how good the vibrator felt.
“I think she’s enjoying herself too much.” Yoongi pipes dipping his fingers in your folds, pulling the small egg out. You almost whine in protest, only to be silenced by Taehyung’s sensual kiss. He drops the remote, distracting you as Yoongi plunges two fingers inwards, then three, stretching you out as he goes. Curling his fingers upwards, he finds your sensitive nerves. Making sure to hit them each time, your moans being muffled by Taehyung’s kiss.
His teeth pull against your lips, wanting your mouth to open. Wanting to have access as he ultimately shifts you. Of course, you give in, his muscle plunging into your mouth and battling your own. His slim fingers move down, pressing against any open flesh. Pinching and pulling as he leaves his own trail down to your breasts.
Your sweater was abandoned when Yoongi threw you over his shoulder. You didn’t have time to drink your wine before you were then tossed over his lap. They had this planned, straight from the beginning and you were just wrapped in their fingers. Not that you were complaining, because you enjoyed every second of it.
Gasping for air, you move your head back. Your lower lip still hooked in Taehyung’s teeth, a small string connecting the two. He swipes his tongue across his mouth, eyes slowly opening to reveal his dark ones. “Don’t tire her out too much Yoongi,” Taehyung purrs once again cupping your chin.
“I want to have some fun as well.” he finishes, Yoongi’s fingers slowly removing themselves from you. Another whine escapes your lips, the feeling almost unbearable as you wanted them. No, at this point, you needed them more than you had anticipated. They both could see this, and they were going to exploit as much as they possibly could. Without saying anything, Yoongi quickly shifts you. Moving your body up and wrapping your legs around his waist.
“You want some fun?” He clicks his tongue, Taehyung’s face paling for a second. Just as he had power over you, Yoongi had control over the two of you. He presses your back against his chest, eyes narrowing into slits. Taehyung moves closer, Yoongi’s thumb and index finger pressing against his chin. Forcing his head upwards to lock gazes.
You could only watch with tired eyes. Your own body on fire as you sat naked in front of them. Yoongi’s hand protectively around your waist, rubbing itself up and down your back. “I didn’t say you could have any fun Taehyung.” He growls, shaking his head, his grip tightening. “Not after what happened the last time.” he grins, removing his hand and smacking his cheek gently.
You didn’t know exactly what happened between the two, but from the looks of it, Taehyung was doomed. He shared the same fate, and all you two could do was listen to whatever Yoongi ordered. He brings a hand up, brushing some of Taehyung’s long strands from his head, pushing it back as he lounges in his spot.
For a few seconds, you thought that was all they were going to do. How stupid you must have felt when Yoongi stands you. Releasing his grip on both, then unbuttoning his jeans and pushing the chair back. He stands tall, waiting for one of you to finish what he started. You, still in a daze, watched as Taehyung swiftly moves his jeans down.
Pulling at his boxers as his erection sprang free. He takes Yoongi’s length in one grip, leaning in and sucking on his tip. His face twists and relaxes. Eyes opening to small slits, but enough to make you quickly fall on your knees. You shimmy yourself next to Taehyung, his mouth still focused on Yoongi’s tip. With quick thinking, you lean in, grasping his balls in your hands, rolling them. Then, removing your grip to replace it with your mouth.
Taehyung notices this, smirking as he watches you, then pushes more of his length in. Both your actions earning a low grunt from Yoongi, one hand on both heads. Gripping your hair as he basked in receiving some stimulation.
“Look at you,” Yoongi breaths, his cheeks flushed with a red heat, eyes now not leaving your head. Watching as you switch in between sucking him and planting open mouth kisses on his balls. Taehyung does the same, although he kisses his skin above his shaft, his hand rolling and giving him stimulation. “Such a little slut for me aren’t you Y/n?” he purrs yanking your head back, precum building at the corners of your mouth, mixing in with your spit.
The sight was erotic, only driving Yoongi insane. Watching some of your spit trails down your mouth, chin and dropping onto your chest. His dick twitches in response, Taehyung smirking as he takes more in. So much so, that Yoongi’s eyes close and he pulls at his hair. “Fuck!” he growls, rolling his head back for a split second.
With his other hand, Yoongi pulls Taehyung off him. Eyes glazed and hazy, looking at his soulmates who both had spit and precum dribbling out of their mouths. He didn’t know who to kiss first, the thought making it difficult for him to choose. Bending down, he takes Taehyung first. Planting a lustful kiss against his lips, tasting himself against him.
You watch, eyes wide and heart thudding again. Your own core throbbing once more as you knew that the sight was more than erotic. The way Taehyung hadn't wholly stopped giving Yoongi pleasure, stroking his hand up and down his length. As if he had done it a thousand times. Yoongi still twitching as he wanted nothing more than to get off.
Then, remembering that you were watching, he pulls away with a dark glance. Laughing just a little as he leans in and cups your chin. His face scrunching as his mate still didn’t stop. “Watching us hm?” he questions, Taehyung chiming in shortly after.
“Don’t you think she’s waited long enough?” Pausing his movements as Yoongi then grins. One that made your heart pound as he leans in closer.
“Yes,” pausing for a split second to tilt your head upwards. “Yes, she has indeed.”
