bottle up old love (jjk) (m)
summary: Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.
pairing: Jungkook x Reader
rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)
genre: exes to lovers, the holy trinity of angst/smut/fluff
word count: 4.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble đ)
prompt: JK + exes to lovers + "I'm sorry" + "I hate you" + "Don't fucking touch me" + "Leave" (for @btsborahaee <3)
warnings: language, a short harassment scene at the beginning (nothing too intense), explicit content including: unprotected sex (DO NOT), fingering, praise kink, biting, marking, spanking, cum eating (sort of?), big cawk soft dom jk, cowgirl (yeehaw), creampie, cockwarming, i think that's all but this also wasn't supposed to be too smutty so clearly idk what's going on lol
MASTERLIST
âDonât fucking touch me!â
You spit the words at the man in front of you, pushing him back as he tries to make another grab at your arm.
âWhy do you gotta be like that?â Seungcheol whines. âI thought we were having fun.â
âYou and I have very different ideas of fun.â You take a step backwards towards your building. Somewhere down the sidewalk, footsteps clatter against the pavement.
âCâmon.â He matches your movement, reaches for you again. âInvite me up. You enjoyed the last time, didnât you? I told you that was just a warm-up.â
The buildingâs brick wall is closer than you thought, and you bang your shoulder against it as you try to sidestep him. âLast time you didnât follow me to a bar I didnât even invite you to. How did you know where I was anyway?â
âLet me come up, and Iâll tell you,â he rumbles with a flicker of his eyebrows. He has you fully backed up against the wall now, and you press against the muscle of his chest to no avail.
âStop!â you shout before heâs ripped away from you so suddenly that youâre left blinking in confusion, huddled against the brick.
Thereâs a thudâthe sound of a fist hitting fleshâand a yelp before Seungcheol is reeling back with his hands clutching his nose. Blood seeps out from beneath his fingers, black even under the glow of the streetlamps.
âWhat the fuck?â he shrieks, and itâs only then that you take a proper look at your savior, looking every bit like heâs stepped straight out of the shadows with his dark hair, ebony clothes, and deep brown eyes.
And a lead weight drops into your stomach as you recognize him.
Jungkook sets himself between you and Seungcheol, looming over the latter as he continues to cover his face, whining. âIâm giving you ten seconds to get out of here.â
âWho the fuck are you?!â
âTen,â Jungkook growls, taking a step in Seungcheolâs direction. âNine.â
Seungcheol straightensâclearly a last-ditch attempt to look intimidating. Spitting blood onto the concrete, he peers at you over Jungkookâs shoulder. âThis isnât over, bitch.â
Then he spins and takes off running down the street.
Your hands grip your elbows. It may be a balmy summer night, but youâre shivering where you stand, unsure whether youâre more affected by Seungcheolâs behavior or the ghost whoâs unexpectedly in front of you.
âAre you okay?â he quietly asks, gaze fixed on your face. You stare at your shoes and give him a brisk nod as a response before turning away, punching in your building code, and walking through the front door.
He follows closely, slipping in behind you and trailing a few feet. You let him for a little while, guiding him through the modest lobby and up the first flight of stairs. But when youâre halfway up the second stairwellâalmost to your floorâyou pause on the landing, spinning his way.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
His eyes are gentle, sincere. âMaking sure you get in safely.â
âThereâs no need for that,â you assert. âIâm already in my building. Thereâs a keypad. Iâm good.â
âThe keypad does almost nothing. I followed you in no problem.â
âSo I should be worried about you then?â
He flushes, the tips of his ears going pink. âPlease just let me see you inside.â
You want to argue back, want to shout at him and make a scene, but you know itâs no use. Know that heâs stubborn as a bull and will get what he wants one way or another.
Itâs how he broke up with you after all.
You say nothing, only hustle up the last set of steps and down the dimly-lit hallway until youâre in front of your door, Jungkook tailing you the whole time with his hands in his pockets. You practically fumble your key in your haste to get it into the lock, letting out a satisfied sigh as the latch finally clicks open.
âThere. Iâm in,â you say as you step over the threshold, waving a dismissive hand at your unwanted companion. âLeave.â
But he hesitates just outside the doorway, teeth chewing at the corner of his lip. âWhat are you going to do if he comes back?â
âThatâs my problem, isnât it? I stopped being your concern when you dropped me out of nowhere a year ago.â
Your eyes sting at the memory, tears threatening to spill over. You donât want him here. Donât want to see him or have him anywhere in your vicinity. Not when it still hurts like this.
Though, truth be told, you donât expect to ever be fully over him.
âWeâre done, Jungkook,â you murmur. âYou made sure of that.â
And you close the door in his face.
The distress subsides quickly once heâs out of sightâlike he was never there to begin withâand you donât linger, dropping your bag on the sofa and heading straight for the bathroom. This is how youâve made it a year without him; it was weeks of crying before you realized that wallowing was doing you no good, only fueling your misery instead of providing any kind of catharsis. So youâve done your best to simply push past it and cast away the anguish that bubbles up every time you think of him. Not allow it to linger like the shadows at the edges of the room.
You shed your clothes and turn the shower to a temperature that youâll probably regret later. But for now, you savor the way the water sears your skin as you wash away the day with all of its unpleasant surprises. Taking your time, you scrub every inch of your body and carefully shampoo your hair (trying not to fall back into the fantasy thatâs plagued you on occasion where itâs his hands and not yours spreading the bubbles over your form).
The self-care continues as you step out of the shower and leisurely work through your skin care routine, even taking the time to blow dry your hair. By the time you exit the bathroom, the fog on the mirror has dissipated, and youâve once again successfully tamped down the memory of Jungkook and his hands and eyes and everything you ever felt for him.
Or so you think.
After popping into your bedroom to pull on some pajamas, you pad back into the living room for a glass of water, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the front door. Regret attempts to push its way into your consciousness against your better judgment. The man broke your heart, yes. But you do feel a little guilty slamming the door in his face after he just fought off a creep for you.
And speaking of Seungcheol, what if he does come back? Youâre pretty sure he saw you punch in the building code the night you brought him home with you, and given his behavior, you wouldnât be surprised if he filed it away in his head.
Anxiety winning out, you creep to the door and peer through the peephole. The hallway looks empty, drab beige walls taking up most of your field of view, but you jump as you spot a hulking shadow to the right. Your heartbeat races then slows, a closer look revealing hunched, unmoving shoulders wrapped in a familiar black t-shirt.
Jungkook swings his head to look at you as you open the door and glare down at him. His legs are pulled up, arms resting on his knees, and it might be endearing if not for the fact that he absolutely, positively should not be here.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask him for the second time tonight.
âHe might come back.â
âAnd youâre going to what? Fight him?â
He shrugs. âIf I have to.â
âYeah?â You raise an eyebrow, challenging. âYouâre going to sit out here all night?â
He shifts where he sits, wiggling his hips like heâs firmly planting his butt into his chosen spot. âYes.â
You roll your eyes at him but donât doubt that he would. Again, if there is anything you know this man to be, itâs stubborn. âYouâre going to scare the neighbors.â
âWho, Mrs. Kwon?â A tiny smile plays on his lips as he glances in the direction of your elderly neighborâs apartment. âI think sheâd be delighted to see me.â
If youâre being honest, she probably would be. Sheâs always adored Jungkook and praised him as the âkind, handsome young manâ who helped her put away groceries and fixed her leaky faucet one time. In the months following your breakup, sheâd asked about him once or twice, patting your arm reassuringly when you awkwardly told her she wouldnât be seeing him anymore.
âDonât worry, dear,â she said. âHeâll come around.â
Well sheâs turned out to be right in that heâs certainly back here again, still watching you from his spot on the floor. And you donât know whether itâs his big doe eyes or the fact that he really would guard your apartment all night if you let him or the genuine fear that one of the other neighbors will make a fuss at his presence, but you feel yourself softening.
Turning abruptly, you stride into the kitchen for your glass of water, walking out of sight of the door, which is still wide open.
âYou coming?â you call, pulling two glasses down from the cupboard.
Thereâs a rustle as Jungkook stands and shuffles into your apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. For someone who was so determined to defend you tonight, he seems uncertain now that heâs actually inside. His hands are once again stuffed in his pockets, and his eyes flicker around like he hasnât been here a thousand times. Hasnât cooked you breakfast in this kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Hasnât watched The Notebook with you on this TV and held you as you both cried.
Hasnât made love to you on the couch.
You slide a water his way, and he murmurs his thanks, sipping at it lightly. Itâs strangeâseeing him here againâand you canât help but think about the last time he stood in this room. Itâd been a maelstrom of accusations and hurt feelings that culminated in him storming out, the slam of the door echoing in your ears.
âYou never cleaned that?â He gestures at the rug that covers most of the sitting area in your living room, eyes on the dark purple stain roughly the size of your hand.
You gulp down your water and try not to follow his line of sight. Try not to remember how youâd knocked over a glass of wine in your haste to get his clothes off during another movie night less than a month before your breakup.
âI kind of forgot about it,â you say. âStopped noticing it after a while.âÂ
Itâs a lie. There was never a time when you didnât notice it, the memory of him haunting you every time you sit down on the couch and stare at the garish stain. And still, you havenât been able to bring yourself to try and erase it.
Silence worms its way between you again. With only the soft light from the tabletop lamp glowing next to the couch, Jungkookâs face is cloaked in shadow. And so you barely see his lips move when he speaks. Barely hear it with how quietly his whisper slips into the room.
âIâm sorry.â
Your glass almost drops from your fingers, droplets splashing across your knuckles as you catch it at the last moment and steady it on the countertop. Turning to face him, you find his gaze already on you, melancholy tinting his expression.
âWhat?â
He tongues his lip ring, shoulders dropping a fraction. âFor how things ended. Iâm sorry.â
You can see the sincerity in his posture, can see the sadness in his form. And yet, his words only fill you with a hot anger that bubbles out of you before you can swallow it down.
âI donât know why you would be,â you challenge, âbeing that you didnât even respect me enough to give me a proper reason.â
Jungkook huffs at that; you think heâs resisting the urge to roll his eyes. âDid it really matter?â
âYes.â
He gnaws at his lip again, no longer looking at you, and his lack of an answer only riles you up further.
âWas there someone else?â you demand, causing him to flinch. It was the same thing you asked him when he told you he thought you should break up, standing in almost this exact same spot.
âNo,â he murmurs after a moment. âThere wasnât anyone else.â He pushes a hand through his dark, silky hair. âThere hasnât been anyone else since either.â
This surprises you. Jungkook is, in your eyes, the handsomest man you have ever come face-to-face with, but even from an objective standpoint, he is exceedingly attractive. There is no doubt in your mind that he would easily be able to land a woman if he so desired.
âSo then why?â
He sets his jaw, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows and fixes his stare out the window. And itâs this final refusal, this steadfast dedication to not explaining himself, that finally has tears tracking down your cheeks.
The sight of you crying has his attention snapping back your way, hands reaching out as if to hold you.
âDonât touch me,â you gasp, recoiling until youâre out of reach. âIâŠI hate you.â
It almost seems as if your voice lands physically, and Jungkook staggers back like youâve slapped him, remorse immediately wiggling its way between your ribs. You know you donât mean the words even as they fall from your mouth, but it feels pointless to take them back now, the sentiment already thrown out there and hovering in the hollow space between you.
Jungkook muddles towards the couchâmore of a defeated slump dragging his steps than angerâand you think heâs going to sit down before he whirls back towards you at the last second.
âThe gala,â he mutters. âThatâs when I decided.â
You know which one heâs talking about. Hosted by your medical school to celebrate the end of the academic year, it had been a night of food, dancing, and socializing. You had, of course, brought him as your date and introduced him to your friends and classmates, excited to finally allow him to put faces to names. As you comb through your memories of the night, you canât pinpoint any warning signs, only remembering the way heâd smiled at you throughout. The way heâd pulled you close and danced you around the room.
âI donâtâŠI donât understand.â
He rakes his fingers through his hair again, tossing strands of night over his forehead. A sad chuckle looses itself into the thick air of the room, and the final dregs of his resolve flicker away. âI realized that I didnât deserve to stand next to you. That you could do much better than me.â
Whatever you thought his reason had beenâwhatever theories or thoughts had kept you up night after night for the past yearâthis is not even close to what you expected. And while you always thought finally receiving an answer would be freeing, would offer you some semblance of understanding, youâre surprised at the rage that boils in the pit of your stomach, bile rising in your throat.
âAre you fucking serious right now?â you growl, taking an angered step towards him. âYou were feeling insecure, and you made the decision to break up with me without even thinking to, I donât know, discuss it with me first?â
His hand goes to the back of his neck now, embarrassment showing its face as he peers at you from under his lashes. âI was stupidââ
âNo, shit.â
âBut can you blame me?â he presses. âThere we were: you, about to be this incredible doctor with all of your doctor friendsâŠâ His voice falters, sorrow lacing his tone. âAnd Iâm just a tattoo artist.â
The defeatist way he says it helps to dampen your ire some, even if a heap of frustration remainsâthe sad shape of his doe eyes softening your edges.
âJust a tattoo artist,â you repeat. âJungkook, I have always been so, so proud of you. I was never anything but proud to have you as my partner. You mustâve known that.â
His teeth worry his lip, and though he nods, he doesnât seem fully convinced.
So you continue on, closing the distance between you a fraction more. âYou started your own business from nothing. And I saw how hard you worked: to get the building, to hire other artists, train your apprentices.â You shake your headâhalf in irritation, half in awe. âAnd look at you now! Youâre thriving. The last I heard, if you want an appointment at Golden Tattoo, you need to book months in advance.â
His eyes are alight now, some hidden emotion glimmering under the surface, but he stays quiet as he soaks in your words.
âSo how can you possibly act like you werenât enough?â you push. âYou are amazing, Jungkook. And I never gave a shit about any job comparisons people may have made.â One more step, and suddenly youâre almost chest-to-chest. As always, youâre unable to resist the pull of his gravity. Yanked right back into his orbit. âI only wanted you. Iâve only ever wanted yââ
He cuts you off with his mouth, strong hands snagging your hips to pull you against him, and your own fingers reflexively tangle in his black hoodie as your subconscious gives itself over to him. Like itâs been waiting for this.
âIâm not. Not thriving,â he mumbles against your lips. âNot without you. Been miserable without you.â
And in spite of your anger, in spite of the fact that you were ready to kick him out a mere hour ago, you find yourself kissing him back, relishing the slick glide of his tongue as he licks into your mouth.
You startle as the backs of your knees suddenly bump against the couch, and then Jungkook is spinning as he settles onto the plush seat, pulling you along to straddle him. He sucks at your neck until you can feel the blood blooming under your skin, painting you like the pretty ink on his arm.
Speaking of.
The fabric of his hoodie whispers as you pull it up and over his back and head, tossing it over his shoulder and into a corner. His arms now bare to you, you gloss over his tattoos with your eyes and fingers until you find the one youâd picked out for him; the lovely orange of the flower petals seem to glow even in the dim light of the room.
âBeautiful,â you whisper.
âJust like you.â
You look at him then, the twinkle of tiny galaxies in his eyes betraying his hope. And before you can go any further, you need confirmation.
âYou left.â
âI did.â Fingertips press lightly against your waist like heâs afraid you might be the one to disappear now. âIâm sorry.â
âJungkook, ifâŠâ You lick your lips. Can almost taste his regret. âIf we do this and you leave againââ
âIf we do this, I'm not going anywhere,â he insists, tugging your hips down to grind against him and ghosting a kiss at your jaw. âJust wanna be here with you. Just want you.â
And itâs all you need to hear.
You shed the cotton shirt you had thrown on after your shower and move to yank his own off, tossing it in the same corner as his hoodie. The muscles of his pecs and abs shift under your hands, burning hot where your fingers trace the contours of his torso.Â
âGod, I missed this,â he groans as he buries his face between your breasts, nipping at the skin there before laving the spot with his tongue.
Youâd agreeâecho the sentiment that your body has been aching for thisâif not for the fact that youâre too busy trying to get the two of you naked, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts.
But a tattooed hand covers yours, eases it away to take its place. âNo,â he rumbles. âLet me.â
Wide palms and long fingers span your hips and thighs, grasping as much skin as possible even as he drags your shorts and panties down your legs and helps to steady you as you kick them off. They join the tangle of his own clothes
âFucking gorgeous,â he growls at the sight of you finally naked in front of him. And with such speed that it almost seems like itâs involuntary, an impulse outside of his control, heâs immediately stroking at the apex of your thighs.
âBaby, this wet for me already?â A breathy sigh passes from his mouth to yours, almost laughing at the ease with which he glides through your folds. âHell, I could justââ
A finger slips in and you gasp, Jungkook smiling wickedly at you as he quickly adds a second and curls them against your walls. You force your eyes closed as they roll back in your head, and you keel forward, babbling incoherently against the line of his collarbone.
âUse your words, love; you can do it.â He says it as if his fingers arenât currently buried in you down to the knuckle. As if heâs not making you see stars behind your eyelids right now.
You choke down a breath, desperate for the oxygen. âInsane,â you pant. âI said youâre fucking insane.â
âOnly for you,â he says before sliding his digits out of you and dipping them into his mouth. He moans at the taste, and even with his lips closed tightly, you can see the way heâs working his tongue around each finger, unwilling to waste a single drop of your essence.
Like you said. Insane.
He gives you a moment to catch your breath until youâre the one whoâs getting impatient, hastily undoing his belt and tearing it from his pants with a hiss. But as you shift off of him so he can slither out of his pants and boxersâhis length springing free to slap against his smooth stomachâyouâre hit with an untimely realization.
âJungkook, I donât have condoms.â
He freezes, the color draining from his face (though admittedly, that may be because all of his blood has clearly gone south). The two of you stare at each other for a long second before he suddenly leans over, rummaging back through his pants pockets. He pulls out his wallet, rifles through it, then tosses it across the room in frustration, head tilting back against the couch as he groans at the ceiling.
âFuck, me neither.â
You chew at your lip, a loaded quiet settling over the room as Jungkook wipes a hand over his face.
âIâm still on birth control,â you whisper, and Jungkook whips his head around, eyes wide and questioning like heâs not sure he heard you right. But you donât repeat yourself, only hold his stare until heâs tentatively reaching out to graze his fingertips along your thigh.
âI told you. Thereâs been no one else.â His expression is earnest, eager. You trust that heâs telling the truth, and yet you also know that if you refused him, if you said you werenât comfortable, he wouldnât push.
So you swing a leg back over his lap, drag your wet folds against his cock. He moans, gripping your thighs hard, but he leans in to bite at your lower lip with a growl before pulling back to search your face.
âYou?â
It hurts that he even feels the need to ask. Because how could you even want someone else? Who could possibly measure up?
You brush a reassuring, barely-there kiss against his already swollen lips. âNo one else for me either.â
This seems to please him, but you still see hesitation behind his eyes as he asks, âWhat about the guy downstairs?â
A drunken mistake was what that was. All sloppy lips and fumbling hands that had left you feeling more empty than anything, and which resulted in you sending Cheol away before he had even gotten a peek at your bedroom.
âWe made out once,â you admit, hating that youâre even having to think about another man when Jungkook is here in front of you. âBut nothing else happened.â
âGood,â he grunts, but his fingers dig into your backside like heâs trying to reclaim you. And just a fraction of a second later, heâs devilishly tonguing his lip ring as he winds his palm back to bring it down harshly against the meat of your ass, the smack echoing between the walls almost endlessly.
âRide me, baby.â
Youâre quick to line him upâdesperate, at this point, to have him inside of youâand begin to ease yourself down slowly, trying to give your body the space and time to adjust to the burning stretch of his girth. Heâs always filled you to your absolute limit, tested the furthest boundaries of how much your body can take with his size.
âYesss,â he hisses, nipping at your neck once again. âYouâre doing great, love. Always take me so fucking well.â
You gasp as he bottoms out, struggling to catch your breath with the relentless push of him. If you were a betting woman, youâd put money on your intestines being somewhere in the area of your throat right now.
He wraps his inked arm around your waist, continuing to whisper his praises against the shell of your ear as he starts to guide your body up and down. Intoxicated by the smooth slide of his length, you soon find your pace, and your shared moans fill the roomâthe whole city probably able to hear you right now.
You move that way until the pressure building becomes too much and your legs start to tremble, quivering against Jungkookâs own muscled thighs.
âItâs okay; Iâve got you.â He bands his arms around you and presses you to his chest, holding you in place so he can thrust upwards.
Hard.
Youâre practically screaming now, burying your teeth into his shoulder so as to muffle your sounds and not scare the neighbors. Itâs all you can do to hold on for dear life as he rapidly pistons his cock inside of you, the slap of your hips like a metronome.
It builds and builds until it breaks and youâre falling apart in his arms, the spasms of your inner walls pulling him over the edge with you as he empties his seed deep inside.
The silence that follows in unlike the others you previously shared this eveningâtension traded for serenity as you sit on the couch holding each other, you still contentedly stuffed full of him. He traces the ridges of your spine in a soothing pattern that has your eyelids drooping, your cheek resting against the warm skin of his neck.
âI missed this,â you whisper once your brain has finally remembered how to construct human speech.
âI missed you.â
You pull back so you can rest your forehead against his and gently run a finger over the lines of his face. âWhere do we go from here?â
He hums. Tucks a stray hair behind your ear. âTake it day by day?â he suggests. âWe donât need to rush into anything if you donât want to.â
âMm, that does seem like a problem for tomorrow.â
A dark eyebrow quirks, teasing. âAnd what about right now?â
âNow?â you ask. âDo you remember the way to the bedroom? OrâŠâ You shift your hips, already feeling him twitching inside of you.
âOr.â He jolts forward to capture your mouth in a hot kiss, and you smile into it, whole again. âOr sounds good.â
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lollipop (3tan) (m) | myg
title: lollipop (m) |Â part one: summer bbq
pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)Â
series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongiâs interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) | broken (pt. 2)
rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brotherâs best friend au, implied age gap au
summary: after the summer cookout ends, you say goodnight to your brother and his best friend. but the latter just had to have a lollipop in his mouth⊠and had to make you aware of it hours later.Â
note:Â this is part two of the three tangerines drabble summer bbq! undisclosed whether these are in the main storyline or not, so itâs a standalone for now.
note 2: also..... hope y'all read this in private :))) hahahahÂ
warnings: yoongi is the biggest warning, but reader almost inches him out heređ€, no joke we may need to form a new line for reader, kissing, hella kissing, a mirror makes an appearance.. đ«Ł, tense situations, tender moments, lollipop gets its own warning iâm so serious, cocky yoongi lolll
explicit warnings: under the cut!
drop date: july 22nd, 2024, 7:17pm est
word count: 7.3kđđđ
explicit warnings: food play (just roll with itđ), oral sex (m/f rec), masturbation, the struggle to keep quiet is real, mirrors are involved lord have mercy, spanking, breast play, multiple orgasms, yoongi hands, choking, fingering, face f*cking, titty shotsss, a little bit of manhandling and roughness but we love itđ€đ€, aftercare and cute cute reader afterwards
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Itâs not long until youâre snuggled under your covers, every limb in your body relieved to be at rest. From getting ready, cooking for hours, to general host dutiesâall while trying to avoid sin in human formâyouâve completely exhausted your living battery.Â
But for some reason, sleepiness is out of reach.Â
Tiredness? For sure. But sleep seems to elude you, and you toss and turn before giving up and turning your television on.Â
Itâs after you get through two episodes of something random and endless doomscrolling that you get a text.Â
From the last person that should be texting you right now.
And your heart slams on every brake it has.
Yoongi [2:37am]: You up? Â
Umm.
What.
Why is he asking you that? Itâs quite possibly the worst time and type of message to receive right now.Â
Donât overthink it. He probably just needs extra hands to drag your brother back to his room again.
You [2:37am]: mmhmmÂ
You [2:37am]: you need me for something?
With a sigh, you rest your phone by your side.
The last time that happened was so long ago. Back when you were fighting off sickness and absentmindedly grabbing tangerines to snack on.
You wonder what that man wants this time around.
Yoongi [2:37am]: Haha nah
Yoongi [2:37am]: Just curious
Well thatâs interesting.
Is he still in the backyard? Somewhere in the house? You knew he was staying over, but is he in the guest room with Jimin lying down like you are?
Why is that making your soul squeeze?Â
You [2:38am]: yeah i am. canât sleep :\
After hitting send, you feel more awake than ever, staring at your ceiling changing hues from the light of your tv.Â
It kinda hurts knowing Yoongiâs the closest he could be tonight.Â
On one hand, you still remain feeling safer than ever, having all of them here. But on the other, youâd much rather Yoongi be right next to you, heart beating under the same covers and eyes covering you in moonlight.
Heâs so close and yetâŠÂ
So damn far.Â
Yoongi [2:39am]: Same.Â
Your arm slings right over your eyes.
How is one word from him enough to make your legs shift? That is something that needs to be studied, but alas, you would only be the subject if someone paid you for it.
What do you say now? You miss him so much it practically hurts? You want him to be lying next to you even though itâs the riskiest thing in the world?
Maybe start slow.
You [2:40am]: did you have fun today?Â
Shit, was that a little too slow? Abnormal? Itâs not like you two have as much small talk as other people. Though you wouldnât mind any type of talking with him at all, casual small talk just isnât on the list of defaults.
When you check the next text you get, itâs hard to keep your phone from falling onto your face.
Yoongi [2:42am]: Iâll tell you if you open the door :)
Huh.
So much for starting slow what the fuck!Â
You [2:43am]: ???
You [2:43am]: front door?Â
Yoongi [2:43am]: Yours
There have been many times in which this man has made you speechless. Some just for being so heartstoppingly handsome; others for being the most considerate person youâve ever met.
But this time?
You canât even form all the reasons why you canât form words.
You [2:44am]: ?????
Yoongi [2:44am]: đ€š
Yoongi [2:44am]: Feel like this is pretty easy stuff, dollÂ
What is happening? What possessed your brotherâs legitimate ride or die to stand at your door while still in the same house? When other people are also staying over?
Youâre so close. Heâs right there. You can see a slight shadow underneath the wooden frame and itâs making your stomach silly.
But you have to be sure.
You [2:45am]: is he asleep?Â
Yoongi [2:45am]: Yeah heâs outÂ
Getting up, you already miss the warmth of your sheets as you tiptoe towards the only thing separating you from the man youâve yearned for all day long.
Fuck. If this isnât the worst decision youâre ever gonna make in your life.
But damn it, you already knew you were gonna let him in as soon as he asked.
After checking what youâre wearing before knowing it doesnât matter, you open your door while fearing what it reveals.Â
And Yoongi slowly enters through the nightâfreshly showered, still studded with jewelry, and decked in clean clothes while dirtying your mind to hell.
Because of the goddamn lollipop in his mouth.
âWhatâs going on,â you whisper, knowing your brother could wake up at any second. Maybe. Possibly. Everything bad is always possible when youâre paranoid about itâespecially since Yoongi is in your room! âWhat are you doing?â
Your secret wastes no time as he quietly shuts and locks the door, hair shifting down his head in damp waves as he takes out the sucker,
âThis.â
Silent, he pulls you in slow for a kiss, melting you down with ease. When he presses you into one of your walls, you know the only thing propping you up is his pelvis molding with your front.Â
Already, your senses are on high alert, wondering how long Yoongi plans on staying because as much as you want him here forever, you still want him in one piece.Â
But itâs getting hard to concentrate on consequences and scenarios when this man is infiltrating your every thought. His lips feel like summer and his fragrance reminds you of spring, and you immediately know itâs that subtly scented body wash you picked to put in the guest bathroom.Â
Strange. You both have now used each othersâ soap and showers. That has to mean something intimate, right? How many people can say that about one another and not look into it too much?
Well, he technically hasnât used the shower in your bathrâ
âYou looked great today,â Yoongi whispers into your neck.Â
His kiss there renders you speechless for what seems like eons. Today. Uh huh. What were you thinking just now? âThank you,â you finally sigh, relishing in the way heâs holding your side. âSo did you.âÂ
âThanks.âÂ
âI mean.. You always do, so. Nothing new there.â
Yoongi quietly huffs a laugh before tugging your hips. But he doesnât say anything in return, and you wonder if he didnât have an answer or just didnât feel the need to.Â
So your nerves fill the space again. âIs it weird that I missed you? You were here the whole time.âÂ
âMm.â His kisses traverse up your shivering throat, and his raspy answer has your eyes fluttering shut, âI get that.â
Fuck, you canât deal with him. âIs.. Is that so..â
âPeople miss me all the time.â
A snort. âAss.â
Yoongi immediately laughs into your skin. âBut they arenât here now, are they?â When you donât respond with anything substantial, he squeezes the side of your ass. âAre they.â
âNo,â you hitch out. âBut you shouldnât be here, either.â
âTell me to leave then.â
Shit. You canât. You both know you canât. You try so hard to stifle a moan when you feel Yoongi grip an asscheek, his lips finding your ear at the same time he gives a firm smack.
âDo it, doll.â
âIâŠâ Fuck, heâs surrounding you and thereâs no way no way out. âI canât.â
âGood.â Yoongi then slides your hand from his side down to his legs, placing it on his very big, very hard length. âCus I canât fucking stay away from you.âÂ
You grip him through his pants, pleased when he moans deep. âWhat if he wakes up?â
âHe wonât,â your handsome rebel purrs. âDrank for hours.â
âYou sure?â
âCourse I am.â Yoongi slides a finger along the outline of your breasts. âHe tried to keep up and lost.â
âTypical.âÂ
He keeps doing exactly what you want him to do. Itâs quite scary how well he knows your body now, but youâd also like to think you have a good level of knowledge with his.
Especially when you reach up to twist his nipple.Â
A groan mixed with dark chuckles has your knees shaking, and you prolong it by doing something else you knowâor think you knowâhe likes,
âI think youâd like it if I kicked you out now.â
The volcano inside Yoongi rumbles. âIs that so?â
âIt is,â you huff out in mock triumph, loving how his cock twitches against your hand. âOr am I wrong?â
He flicks his eyes to yours before holding a gaze. A look so telling, and full, and searing. When his mouth flicks upward, he admits,
âIâd love it.â
Laughing as softly as you can, you stop to simply hug him. Leaning forward until your head rests, feeling the most at home and happy hearing his own amusement vibrating through his clothes.Â
And just like that, youâre conflicted.Â
What the hell are you doing? Even though passed out and sloshed, your brother could still wake up. Itâs not like heâs totally gone. And if he catches his best friend in your room? Thereâs no telling what damage could be dealt.
Actually, the damage could be told in gruesome detail.
But the way Yoongiâs filling the distance from today, you really donât want to stop. In fact, you donât even want to pretend to shoo him off.
So this is your first step onto a precarious, unpredictable tightrope. A step you are very okay taking.Â
âBabe?â
Shit, you got lost again. When you find your way back, Yoongiâs concern materializes at once,
âIf you really arenât downââ
âFuck it.âÂ
Your kiss digs into his face so hard you strike gold, rewarded with a growl so potent it disrupts your core. Lightning zaps through your veins at the hands squeezing your hips, and you buck with a desperation thatâs been stockpiling all day long.
Sliding along the wall, you notice that Yoongi tastes like alcohol and sugar, and you wanna lick every crevice you can reach, drunk off his cockiness and audacity alone.Â
Itâs no use fighting this. Heâs really in your room, making out with you like a demon while the house is filled with your brotherâs sleeping friends.
Fuck, you two could really get caught here.
The swirl in your belly keeps you on your toes, transforming your movements into sharp, hasty tugs on his clothes, hemlines, hair. Youâre practically acting like youâve never had him before and want to make up for all those missed opportunities.
Not like itâs any different every time.
But youâre quelled by a calm hand on your wrist. âAs much as I like you like this,â Yoongi whispers across your cheek, âYou canât be too loud, baby girl.â
Your silent question mustâve escaped past your teeth. Because you hear a deep chuckle before shivers run down your spine,
âIf you arenât quiet enough Iâm gonna fix that.â
Oh. Fuck.
âI didnât even know I was talking,â you admit, body creasing in embarrassment and a bit of nervous laughs. Your grin cannot be contained by the fingers you slide up to cover it. âOh, my god.âÂ
âWhat?â Yoongiâs devilish look is even more potent in the flashing lights of your television. âYou serious?â
When you scrunch in deeper admittance, he flashes teeth with a wider smile than yours. Itâs a prelude to the way he launches your heartbeat, his scent mesmerizing and his fingers lethal on the back of your neck.Â
âAdorable.â
You groan into his swooping kiss, the rush of a thousand rivers carrying you to bliss. Breaths intertwined, the pair of you canât seem to part until Yoongi accidentally shoulders something at his side.
Your mirror? When did you both travel so far that you got here?Â
He lets off with a pop to steady the wavering furniture piece, pausing to make sure itâs stable before looking at the movie playing nearby.
And you watch in curiosity as he backs further into your room, eyeing himself in the mirror while slotting the sucker back into his mouth.
God. How did you forget he was still holding that?
And why canât you move even as he turns around, even as he glances at the tv, even as he sits on the edge of your bed?
Move. Walk. Do something!
In the end, you canât.
Because Yoongiâs stare alone gives you first time jitters, like youâve never even conversed or much less slept with him before.Â
How the fuck are you gonna get through the night?Â
Swallowing and shooting one more look at your door, you pad your way to him, knowing he sees your nipples poking through your shirt and assuming thereâs not much else youâre wearing.Â
And heâs right.Â
As you stop at Yoongiâs knees, you watch as he gives the lollipop another slow suck, groaning at the red smeared across his tainted lips.
Thatâs it. Itâs decided. Thereâs no way youâre making it out alive.
âGet up here.â
Obliging but unhurried, you mount his lap, your heart skipping at the way he enjoys your shirt riding up your thighs.
So that damn sucker is gonna stay in his mouth?Â
Min Yoongi is your enemy tonight.
Your nemesis, in fact. Even if he slides both free hands up your ass like that fuck he squeezes so expertly. Fuck.Â
Itâs keeping everything in you to hide your moan, your head falling forward as he slightly lifts you to drop you onto his comfy sweats.
When he chuckles in your ear, your muscles lock. And when he pops the lolly out of his mouth, you crumble at his mercy. âYou were lucky to be off-limits today, doll.âÂ
âWhatâŠâ You tense at another grip to your ass. âWhat do you mean.â
As you eye the silver around his neck, Yoongiâs smirk pours weight on your legs. âIf you werenât? Thereâs no telling what I wouldâve done.â
You donât think youâve ever gulped so deeply. What toe-curling secrets is he hiding? Today could have gone a much, much different route depending on what heâd spill. âTell⊠Tell me anyway.â
âYou sure?â
âYes.â
The man below you huffs quick, and you watch the corner of his mouth lift at a dangerous angle. âWouldâve kept you in that bathroom,â he divulges, voice dragging across the rattled surface of your brain. âBent you over the sink.â Â
Your breath hitches when he gets close, lips caressing your ear but words striking through your chest, âJust so you could watch me fuck you in that sundress.âÂ
âFuck.â
âUh uh,â Yoongi coos, chuckle so, so deep. âQuiet, baby girl.â
âI justâŠâ Itâs already hard to think around this demon of a person. But itâs even more difficult when heâs got your ear in his teeth. âWait.âÂ
As he pulls away, the light of your television highlights his features. And you find that this specific, comforting look of attentiveness is what attracts you the most.Â
Now that you can think clearly, you remember exactly what you were gonna do. Itâs simple but significant nonetheless.Â
Because your dress from today is in the laundry already. But that doesnât mean you donât have another one. Another very particular one he may remember, in fact.Â
âGo over there,â you whisper, smile wide as you dismount. âTurn around.âÂ
When he wordlessly asks what youâre up to, a single finger presses against your lips before you assure, âJust trust me.âÂ
The way his brows scrunch makes your cheeks hurt as you watch him get up and swivel, endeared by the casual lean on your wall and the lollipop stuck in his cheek. Just as his head falls in waiting, you slip into your closet, darkness getting even darker as you enter.
Due to an afterthought, you pop your head out. âNo peeking in the mirror.â
âUh huh.â
Satisfied, you go back to your lightless search.Â
You know exactly what youâre going for. Itâs too easy for you to locate your chosen piece of clothing before stripping and changing as orderly as you can.Â
Okay. This is okay because youâre alone, right? No one else is here. Technically. Okay.
As you make your way out, a million nerves pop and fizzle under moonlight. The air surrounding your bare shoulders proves charged. Electric enough to send shivers down to your pedicured toes.
Composing yourself before you break, you softly catch his attention as you eye the sucker poised in his fingers,
âReady.â
The moon waits.
Your breath follows.
And when Yoongi turns, you know youâll never forget this moment. It feels exactly like the time in that restaurant long ago, but more potent. Shimmering.Â
Because youâre wearing the same sundress he witnessed you in on the night of Domâs party.Â
And youâve never been so delighted to see the stars in his eyes go dark.
You expect him to call you over. Whether with words or not, youâre gonna do whatever he wantsâbecause itâs what you want⊠tooâŠ
Yoongiâs aura billows as he closes the distance himself. No words. No gestures. Just step by breath-taking step, air around him so charged and commanding that your knees threaten to buckle.Â
For reasons you wonât admit, your mouth canât even create sounds. All you want to ask is if he likes the dress, or if he even cares you arenât as dressed up as before.Â
Of course he wouldnât give a single shit. But you canât stop yourself from these thoughts just yet.Â
Swallowing, you stare as he rolls the sucker in his mouth, eyes in no other direction but yours. âYou, umm. Does this one work instead? The other one is in theââ
Quick isnât fast enough to describe whatâs happening, your shoulders pressing into the nearest wall as your lips get consumed by lust and possession. Everything in your body tingles, and for a split second you wonder how Yoongi managed to swing you around so swift with barely a sound.Â
Stars fly from your eyes before they slip shut, pouring want onto his veins as he circles strong arms across your waist. Sparks erupt the scant distance between your hips and his, and you are once again reminded why you feel so high-strung.Â
There are so many people staying over. Not just Yoongi and Jimin. From what you can recall, at least ten people are passed out around the house, any of which could wake up for a bathroom break or something at any second.Â
And yet. You will not tell this man to leave. Truthfully, this is exhilarating and all youâre doing is kiâ
âGet down there.â
Oh, fuck.Â
This is the new point of no return.Â
If you do this, not only will Yoongi be a goner, but so will you. Both of you would never, ever come back from this.Â
But that fucking lollipopâŠ
Screw everything to hell.
Your smile grows with his, lip bitten in the throes of your newfound excitement. You already feel how rock solid he is through his pants, and you make it a point to stroke him on the way to the ground.Â
Thereâs so little room that your ass skims the wall, your chest the second part to slide along his covered length and causing him to groan out a curse.Â
Is there a shift here? Did you change the whole dynamic with one move? Maybe youâre the one with the power now.Â
âLook at me.â
Ah. Maybe not.
Obedient, you stare upward, catching the fire in Yoongiâs eyes as he gives the sucker one more pass in his mouth.Â
God, he makes it look so enticing. Itâs just a piece of candy but youâve never been this desperate to have one, too. Or be the one treated with his tongue like that goddamn does he have to make it seem so erotic?
With a pop, Yoongi releases the stick, lips shiny and tainted in the television lights. When he lowers it, you realize itâs descendingâfarther and fartherâuntil it stops in front of your face.Â
And shivers overtake you.
âSuck.âÂ
Well. Youâve never done something like this before. In all the relationships youâve been in, you have never experienced anything like this. Much less in your own house.Â
Which makes your eyes flare and the monster in your belly rumble, fire hissing from its nose and prying your mouth open to do exactly what you were told.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Sugar coats your tongue immediately. Glowing, the heat in your core stokes embers, warning with each loll, each cave of your cheeks. You treat the candy so tenderly Yoongi will deny jealousy, and your lips pucker and puff with a sheen.Â
Are you glistening as much as his eyes? Are you causing him as much grief as he has put you through?
You damn well hope so. Yoongi isnât the only one thatâs gonna unleash his needs from the whole day.Â
So you keep sucking with closed eyes, swirling your tongue around the lolly and licking it just how you would his tip. It tastes like sweet rebellion, but also late nights with your friends. And with a fleeting thought, you know said friends would grill you if they ever found out this was happening.
Maybe Tae would just laugh his ass off.Â
Fuck, this is so unbelievably risky. Your door is locked, sure. But the guest room is still very much missing an occupant and one look in there and at Yoongiâs car in the street would cause an eruption.
Through the haze of your thoughts, you hear shuffling and a low droning grunt.Â
With one glance, you know Yoongi is crumbling. The shadowed promises under his bangs make you preen, and you remain on the precipice of anxiousness and glee.
âKeep that tongue out for me.â
Clearly, he doesnât give a shit about risk.
So gladly, you oblige, flinching when the lollipop is replaced by something youâre much more familiar with, and your eyes bat on instinct as you know exactly what to do with this one.
When did he shove his pants down? Were you that lost in your sticky treat that you didnât even notice?Â
Doesnât matter. You feel his beautiful weight on your stained tongue and itâs second nature to pleasure. When you grab hold of his base, you give one more suck before popping him out of your mouth to lick down.
For someone thatâs been shushing you, Yoongiâs groan is not quiet, and you pause just in time to see him grit his teeth with a nose scrunched to hell.
And his attention is sideways. What is heâŠ
Oh. Fuck.
You can see yourself in your mirror on the other wall.Â
Is that⊠you? The one looking back with a visage so arousing your breath stops? If this is the person that Yoongi brings out you actually feel your confidence inflate like a parade balloon.
âSo fucking hot.â
When you laugh in shyness, his eyes slide shut in agony as he rakes through his hair. Crumbling inside, you offer a compliment of your own,Â
âYouâre so unfair when you do that.âÂ
Yoongi has the audacity to grin wide as he grips his long strands. âThis?âÂ
âUgh. Whatever.â You wanna smack that smirk right off his face.
So you keep going, loving the way his walls and defenses are back to shattering at your knees. From your inappropriate level of experience with his cock, you go for what you know. Licking his underside, swirling around the tip, sucking just the first bit, gathering spit all over before taking him in deep.Â
The smells around you coalesce into something potent. With the fruitiness of the lolly and the headiness of Yoongi, itâs pure bliss in your nostrils and you soak it all in. Thereâs no pause in your sucking, licking, tugging him rough. Youâre giving it your all and feeling the effects between your legs.Â
Suddenly.Â
Huffs litter around your sundress as Yoongi yanks himself out, sticking the sucker in your mouth again while holding your head. And his smile puts devils to shame when he scoffs, âUnfair, my ass.â
You giggle, sliding the pop up and down your outstretched tongue before slowly pushing it in. When you watch one of his veiny hands grip his cock, your brain resets and rewires, prompting you to be a little bit more daring.
As if this whole situation wasnât daring enough.
You coyly slide one of your sundress straps down your arm, slowly revealing the top of a breast before going for the other side. Not enough to show everything. But enough to give him a much better view from above.Â
And the sound you hear in response causes pulses between your legs,
âWhat the fuck.â
Satisfied, you ride this high of praise and keep diligently sucking on the lolly, watching him pump himself until you canât canât canât take it anymore.
It all happens in quick succession, your hand outright slapping the lollipop out of his hand before grabbing for him, shaky fingers knocking into his slick ones before slipping his dick in your mouth.
âShitââ
His scent captures your nostrils as he bucks forward, knocking your throat and causing your gag to hit the wall. When you keep sucking, Yoongi grabs your chin, chains swaying as he rocks in, out, in, out again.
Drool and spit cover your neck, seeping onto his fingers as he keeps them where he wants. Imagining how you look in the mirror makes you moan, and imagining Yoongi watching everything from his view makes your cunt leak onto your thighs.Â
Fuck you wanna watch, too. What does that say about you? Youâre legitimately jealous that you canât see yourself taking Yoongi so deep heâs cursing in strings.Â
When you choke, itâs disgustingly loud, so he has to pull out once again just to command, âQuiet.â
âYeââÂ
Heâs shoved back in before you can finish one syllable, back out after a single suck before he drives his point home, âUnderstand?âÂ
âYââ
Your words are pushed down your throat again, the intensity Yoongiâs exuding rolling your eyes back and shaking your muscles. Spent and unable to speak, you nod around him, and your arms are suddenly gathered against the wall until youâre fully flushed, held up by one of his strong hands.
âGood girl.â
You brace yourself for his complete control, dick sliding down your throat and pushing tears out of your eyes. Breathing through your nose, you keep your tongue flat, taking him in until your full body gag alerts him to pull out.Â
As soon as he does, you buckle straight towards the mirror, eyes bursting with shock as you drink in the man watching your heaving, shimmering chest.
âThis is what you do to me, doll.â When you shift your attention upward, you gulp at his smile of pride. âCan you stand?âÂ
âIâŠâ Holy shit, he fucked the voice right out of you. âI think so.âÂ
âHere.âÂ
You place your hand in his, muscles in your legs stinging at the change in position. When you go slow, Yoongi lets you, and your lips curve tenderly at the way he kisses you at your peak.Â
âYou almost made me come,â he whispers, chuckling when you watch his eyes. âFuckinâ hustler.âÂ
âYou didnât want to?âÂ
âNot yet.â Winking, Yoongi gives you another peck before getting close.Â
As you look in the mirror, you catch the way he kisses along your neck, his hair tickling your skin and his arms bent as he holds yours. Itâs almost enough to make you feel higher than royalty, now knowing what it looks like to be feasted on by a king.
âPromise me something,â he rasps.Â
âAnything,â you whisper in confidence.
âItâs your turn now.â Another kiss to your ear makes you flinch. âBut if youâre too loud thatâs all you get.âÂ
Bold statement coming from the guy that couldnât stay silent. But youâre far too gone to dwell on the past so all you can do is nod in understanding. You need this. After today? You really fucking need this.
Yoongi tucks himself back in his sweats before kissing your neck again, lips leaving a trail along the tracks left by your own actions. When he gets to your chest, he gets to unwrap another treat, slowly peeling your dress down to suck on a nipple.Â
You almost cut the whole thing short.Â
A hand flies up over your mouth, and you watch your face twist in anguish in the glass. Sparks tingle from where Yoongi slides his tongue, and seeing this man in action from another viewpoint launches you across the edge instead of right to it.Â
Youâre gonna get yourself caught. Thereâs no way you arenât crying out by the time heâs done but goddamn youâve got to keep it togeâ
Deft fingers rub your other nipple, causing your body to jump forward and Yoongi to chuckle into your chest. After he squeezes, you watch as he pops off your tit. âWhatâd I say.âÂ
This is the hardest thing youâve ever done!Â
You can only shake your head, hand still preventing your mouth to move and your throat stinging from suppressed screams.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â Yoongi quips before kissing the rest of your dress downward.Â
And the fucker didnât even look back at the mirror. Like he already knows exactly what he looks like or doesnât care in the slightest. All heâs focused on is you and you alone, and youâre so enamoured that you watch his head below you, too.Â
Calmly and surely, Yoongi lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing along your skin and gripping you tight. When he lifts a brow upward, you nod downward, bracing yourself for him to notice something else you had planned to show.
Works like a sinful charm. His reaction could be felt better than seen.Â
Because as soon as he notices that you donât have any underwear on, Yoongi pours out dark amusement before giving your cunt the deepest kiss itâs ever felt.
A mewl smushes into your fingers as you cave, eyes shutting so tight as he eats you out like a man starved and never satiated.Â
His licks hit just right, and the way he tongues you causes stars to pierce your eyes through. Over and over and over, Yoongi is merciless in how he pleasures, and your esophagus burns and burns and burns.Â
Both your legs quake as he slips a finger under his tongue, and your eyes fly open just in time to see yourselves in the mirror again.Â
Holy fuck.
Youâve always known this man was attractive. Overwhelmingly so, in fact. But seeing him on his knees and knowing itâs not a dream makes you so dizzy your brain canât keep up.Â
Yoongiâs hands flex on your skin with each minuscule grip, and his hair bunches as he moves between your legs. Your thigh covers his face, but maybe thatâs for the best, because you donât think you could handle watching his tongue while feeling it inside.Â
âSo fucking wet,â he hisses out before diving in again, and you use your other hand to grapple a chunk of his drying hair. âFuck.â
Yes, keep going. Heâs so close to making you come you squeeze even harder. By now, your whole upper body is burning with unreleased yells and your lower body is suffering just as much. Heâs too good. Way too good for a quiet house.
You canât hold it in. You canât you canât you canât.
âYoongi, pleaseââyour legs start to twinge with want and pending releaseââGonna come, Iââ
Everything snaps as soon as he reaches to grope your ass, tugging you forward to lick a spot that has you vibrating like mad.Â
And your orgasm is so potent that your knees legitimately buckle, your body slipping with no purchase before you catch yourself on the wall. Waves hit you from all directions and you let out one yelp before you feel a moist hand clamp over your lips.
Oh, heâs standing now. Oh, heâs fingering you. Oh fuck, heâs talking you through your orgasm and you canât understand him but your body reacts either way.Â
ââanother one for me.â
Your pulses wreck your body into angles, each one shifting into another as your mouth is still covered. Yoongiâs fingers prove fatal as he leads you into a second paradise, and you cry into his hand as you come into his otherâharder, stronger.Â
âJust like that, doll, fuck.â
Tears stream down your cheeks again as you lift, soaring into the summer skies and leaping over sleeping souls. Itâs too much to keep inside. Too powerful to not let out all at once.Â
ââthis fucking dress.â
You donât know whatâs being said. Nor do you care. Your body is so spent from the vicious tempest and all the energy leaves you at once.Â
âUh uh.â
What.Â
âOne more for me,â Yoongi goads. âAnd youâre gonna watch this time.âÂ
Your chest beats and beats as his fingers pump slow, and your head lolls to the side as you catch sight of your salacious act in the mirror.Â
Immediately, you know exactly why he said that. Watching the way his arms bulge with effort is encouragement enough to stay upright. With each thrust, you can see your dress hitching with your arches, and Yoongi dives into your neck to strike lightning.Â
âBabyââ You feel it. You feel a third wave incoming and its crest seems higher than the rest.Â
âCome for me,â he whispers, his dark bangs peeking from behind your neck in the mirror and his throat stretching out. âAnd donât fucking scream.âÂ
Fuck! Your hand grips your mouth so bad it will leave soreness. But water pulls you under and twists you like a ragdoll. Unlike the other times, this orgasm quivers your legs to the point where Yoongi teases. And he canât stop praising you for being naughty, for letting him in here, for letting him destroy you while everyoneâs here.
âI love it,â you whoosh out into his throat, voice cracked and chipped. âFuck, I love it.âÂ
âI know you do.â Another deep set of laughs. âYouâre a problem.â
Head lolling forward, you slowly slip right into Yoongiâs arms before he helps you stand. âCome on,â he leads, walking you a short distance to your bed before chuckling at your cartoonish collapse.
Some moments pass. One, two, four or five more. Even the room seems to swim a little in your vision when you struggle to open your eyes.Â
Finally, after breathing hard, you can only manage a gravelly, âHoly shit.âÂ
Yoongi laughs soft before wiping your forehead. âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you exhale, chest heaving and heaving. âIâll be good.âÂ
Fingers still wisping across your face, he praises, âSo beautiful.âÂ
You finally calm your pulse before you slide your hand over his cock. âDid you come?âÂ
âNah.âÂ
Looks like you arenât done. âMm,â you whisper, trying your best to prop yourself up. âLie down for me.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
You nod with heavy eyes, and he slowly occupies your bed while you caress him again. So smooth and so tender before squeezing just right.Â
Itâs already almost enough because Yoongi throws his head onto your pillow. âGoddamn.â
When you slip his sweats down, you use willpower alone to consume him again. You will not rest until heâs fully content, too. With this in mind, your cheeks and jaw work overtime.Â
You want this, want this, want this. He gave you the world and then some, you can run on fumes to make him a mess. After all, youâre drunk off the pleasurable cocktail he just concocted with his tongue. This will carry you despite your functioning levels in the trenches.Â
âBabeââ
For a split second, you forget where you are. Your eyelids droop so low and your body twinges with aftershocks as you spit right onto his cock, sliding your lips along his pretty length before you feel him tug your sheets.
âShit.â
Heâs close. He doesnât even have to tell you. You can tell by the way his body reacts and bends and folds, and you quickly decide what that means for you.
Because you could swallow.Â
But you instead make your way to the floor, commanding him before realizing just how authoritative and raspy you sound,Â
âSit up.â
Right as he does, you pump him right above your exposed chest, shocking him so abruptly his low groan shakes your core,
âOh, fuckââ
Hot, thick spurts land all over you, his release your only focus and not the pain in your knees from hitting the floor in round two. As his head rolls back, you watch with heightened pride, loving the way he looks lost in delicious, honeyed ecstasy.
And just like that, both of you are satisfied. Both of you got what you needed and wanted from this⊠hot summer⊠dayâŠ
There was a sound outside your door, further down the hall but fucking close enough.Â
And holy shit his cum is on your tits.
Holy shit holy shit this is the absolute last thing you shouldâve let him do what the fuck what the fuck!Â
If anyone sees you like this you are both finished. Cooked. Banished.
You glance at the door, body locking and hands massive weights at your side.Â
One second.Â
Two seconds.Â
Youâre fully awake now.Â
Four seconds.Â
Nothing else happens. Your ears strain wildly but you donât hear any noises in succession, and you wonder if it was just a snore or something similar.Â
Sighing, you breathe out relief before peering straight up.
And the look you get in return is pure, primal hunger.Â
Yoongiâs never looked like this. Maybe heâs come close that one time before, but this is much different.Â
What is this? His pupils are magnified and his lids are lowered in fire, stoking the heat within you and clutching your cunt with his eyes alone. Youâre so wet that you can come again if he so much as touched you. âBaby?âÂ
Yoongi simply grazes your cheek with his knuckles. âJust want this in my phone so fucking bad.âÂ
Oh. Well, fuck.Â
You blink at his shamelessness. But it makes you so exhilarated and shy that you resort to your defaultâcracking jokes. Of all the things he couldâve mentioned like the sound outside or possibly getting caught and dragged to hell he decides he wants your pictures in his phone. Right.
âHappy you painted me like Picasso?â You laugh before you can even finish, but so does Yoongi as he throws his head back.Â
Immediately, the atmosphere calms. âYou heard that earlier?âÂ
âHeâs an idiot.âÂ
âHe is.â Yoongi helps you up and onto your bed before he asks, âTowels in your bathroom?â
âYeah,â you whisper. âUnder the sink.â
You watch as he goes to fetch them, heart pulsing extra hard at his consideration. When he bustles around in a room you use everyday, itâs surreal to witness. Both unnatural, but so natural at the same time.Â
Heâs careful not to make loud sounds, gently closing your cabinets and coming back with a cloth he ran under water.
A sudden pang hits your chest and you have no clue why.
Is it because youâll never see him in there again? Or is it because of the conversation you just brought up?Â
Maybe both. The convo from earlier today still rings in your ears, everyone hounding Yoongi about the scratches you left on his back. They were old but still very visible. You need to be more mindful of what you can and canât do right now.Â
As Yoongi wipes your shivering chest, you ask something thatâs been weighing on your mind, âDid I get you in even more trouble?âÂ
He just looks at you before finishing his cooling task, raising straps back onto your shoulders. âCourse you did.âÂ
Ah. He didnât seem bothered, but your apology follows him as he goes to pick up the abandoned candy from earlier. âSorry. I didnât think about it at the time.âÂ
âSâok. Hope youâre fine being some chick from outta town, though.âÂ
Your chuckle hurts your throat on the way out. Not from disappointment, but from the very man youâre talking to. âI can deal with that. Is she nasty?âÂ
It takes a bit for him to discard everything. When he comes back, he bends down to answer,Â
âSo fuckinâ nasty.âÂ
You giggle right into his kiss. Fully spent, your arms around his neck pull him in close, and his rough laugh makes your legs even weaker. âCanât believe we just did all that.â
âSame.â
âGuess you like the dress, huh?â
A hand comes up to squeeze your thigh. âDunno. Might have to see it again when the sunâs out.â
âAss.â
âYou get it.â
âWow.âÂ
Yoongi hisses amusement, shifting to lay beside you across your bed. When he does, light from the window hits him just right, and you fall silent at once.
So perfect. So unfair.
âI think this is my favorite,â you admit, not giving him full context. So when he wordlessly asks for it, you reach up and caress his cheek. âWhen you look happy.â
âI am,â he says after a pause. âCus of you.â
You feel starlight in your own eyes. âIâm happy, too.â
For this, Yoongi doesnât need to ask for more context at all.
The lingering fear of being caught is still there, but itâs not as present now. Maybe itâs because youâre both content again, but you donât feel too stressed.Â
Did you want to get caught that whole time? Surely not when things were going down.
But what about now? If someone saw you lost in each othersâ stars, would you care if they plucked you from the sky?Â
Staring into this manâs eyes, you canât bring yourself to say you would.Â
âWhen will I see you again?â you blurt out of nowhere.
At this, Yoongi props his head up with an elbow. âWhen do you want to?â
âTomorrow.â
His chest bobs with his laugh. âIâll make sure to see you before I head out then.âÂ
You nod, eyes shutting when Yoongi goes in for another kiss.Â
Another kiss is how you frame it. Because a final kiss is too painful to think about.Â
Yoongi has to leave. You know he literally cannot stay.
But facts and logic donât make this parting any easier, and your heart breaks when he slips out of your bed.
Itâs too soon. Yes, itâs also way past the time he should be in your room, but itâs too fucking soon.Â
Your chest burns. Sears make fiery ridges along your ribs until they overtake your heart, creeping closer and closer.
Until Yoongi bends to kiss you again, fingers slotting into yours and squeezing some liquid out of your eyes.Â
But his rasp gives you pause, âI did, by the way.â
Blinking, you feel him swipe at oncoming tears when you ask, âYou did what?â
âHave fun.â
Oh. Wait, heâs answering the text you sent? You already forgot about that. Ages ago. âGood,â you say with a slight ghost of a smile. âIt looked like you were having a good time. And I.. Really liked seeing you laugh.â
Yoongi just stares, thoughts and emotions skimming across his eyes. When you reach up to cradle his cheek, they then slip shut, brows dipping as he presses into you further. âYou were the reason,â he admits with no hesitation.
Donât cry more. Not now.
He gives you one more hug, and you cradle his head into your skin. âGood night, baby,â you whisper so softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.Â
When he does the same to yours, you wonder if his reaction was also reminiscent of tiny sparklers on a summer night.Â
âNight, doll.âÂ
The steps he takes all stomp on your heart.Â
But you find solace in the hopeful future. One where you can stand next to him at summer barbecues, or host them with him, or just simply be anywhere with him.Â
But mostly, youâre yearning for a future where you donât have to keep watching him leave through a door.Â
But come back through one.
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