#plain t shirts are to jimmy as hair down is to kim. think about it!!!!

[sweetestofchaos]

Parings: Arissa/Yoongi

Genre/Trope: Gang AU, Fluff

Rating: 18+

Summary: Sometimes you just gotta shoot ya shot

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Kissing, Exhibitionism, Oral (m receiving), Breath Play, Cum Swallowing, Pet Names

Sᴇʀɪᴇs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | Bʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

It was a company wide event, all the heads of departments were supposed to participate in the games. Yoongi and Jungkook filled in for Hoseok and Namjoon, since they had to oversee the whole event along with a handful of small-time celebrities to hype up the fun. The events were sports related with a few dance, strategy and food related  games for those who were not athletically inclined. As Namjoon’s personal assistant, Arissa had to participate in at least two events.

Not wanting to steal the spotlight as Hoseok’s wife, Arissa chose to join the bake off and the double dutch competition. Her outfit was simple, a pastel rose colored shirt, light wash jeans that flared at the bottom and her new white Jimmy Choo heels that Jimin gifted her. They had large white bows on them and were pointed, they were adorable. 

Hoseok in similar fashion wore a red button down that had lighter red pinstripes throughout with gray slacks and black plain toe oxford’s. He chose not to wear a tie and left the first two buttons undone to show off the silver chain around his neck. Arissa walked around the rented out community center with Hoseok on her arm. They both smiled and greeted different people, enjoying the stress free environment around them. 

Hoseok looks down at the watch on his wrist while Arissa looks at one of the vendor stalls serving corn dogs. Arissa orders two corn dogs and walks back over to Hoseok’s side, waiting for her order. 

“So, what are Jungkook and Yoongi doing today? Neither one would tell me.” Arissa stares up at Hoseok and he shakes his head. “Is it a huge secret?”

Hoseok laughs and walks up to the vendor, seeing that their order is complete. He holds out a corn dog to Arissa and kisses her forehead before he nuzzles his nose against her temple, “I think they just want to surprise you, Peach.”

“Jungkook isn’t doing the dance off is he?” Arissa frowns and Hoseok laughs. 

“No…but it’s along those lines.”

Arissa groans and keeps walking beside Hoseok as they eat.

“Come on, Yoongi should be getting ready for his event.”

Hoseok leads Arissa over to where a large crowd has formed and she can hear people placing bets on two different teams. People move out of the way when they notice the two of them together and Arissa fights the urge to roll her eyes. She spots Namjoon sitting alone on the side and when Arissa looks around she notices Namjoon is sitting courtside on a basketball court. 

“He plays basketball?” Arissa stares at the side of Hoseok’s face in shock. Yoongi does not look like someone who knows anything about basketball. “I-Is he any good?” Arissa worries about Yoongi embarrassing himself in front of all these people. How would he be able to show his face around the office if he sucks?

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” 

Hoseok leads Arissa over to Namjoon, and she sits in the middle seat with Hoseok on her other side. Before Arissa can question Namjoon about Yoongi, one of the announcers starts speaking, thanking everyone for coming out and showing support for Kim-Jung Enterprise. The announcer starts rattling off the names of the first team and they all run out waving, wearing blue shorts and white t-shirts with their names on the back.

Arissa doesn’t hear Yoongi’s name for the first team and she watches the entrance where they came out to see if she spots Yoongi. The announcer starts to call out the names of the second team and Yoongi is last. He is dressed like the rest of his team, red ball shorts, a white t-shirt with a pair of red and white air forces on his feet. Arissa notices that his black hair is being held out of his face by a red sweatband and he looks good. Real good.

“Wanna wipe the drool, Peach?” Hoseok teases and Arissa sucks her teeth as heat warms her cheeks. Hoseok laughs and grabs hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Smile for the camera.” Arissa notices a camera being pointed right at them and she slaps a smile onto her face. She forces herself to remember that people are watching, waiting for the famous Jade-Jung power couple to fail.

Arissa watches as Yoongi talks to his teammates and she notices that he’s still wearing his watch. “He’s wearing his watch. He could get hurt.” Arissa mutters and Namjoon agrees.

“Yoongi hyung!” Namjoon calls out and when Yoongi looks over, he waves him over. Yoongi is quick to excuse himself from his team and he jogs over to the trio. 

“What’s up?” Yoongi asks and Arissa holds out her hand making Yoongi stare at her confused.

“Your watch, dude.” Namjoon nods his head to Yoongi’s wrist and Yoongi takes his watch off, handing it over to Arissa.

“Thanks.”Yoongi winks at Arissa and licks his lips. “Wanna make a bet?”

“For?”

“If I get the chance at a free throw, I’ll make it for you.”

Arissa laughs and pats Yoongi’s chest, “Okay, bet.”

“Bet.” Yoongi jogs back to his team just in time before the game starts. Arissa watches Yoongi’s movements like a hawk. She isn’t the biggest basketball enthusiast, but if Yoongi is good, he could play with her brothers the next time they come to South Korea for a visit. The way Yoongi runs up and down the court, the way he controls the ball, Arissa is impressed. Yoongi’s hands are huge, his grip is sure and Arissa can’t help but remember the way his hands feel when he grabs her waist or holds her hands down. So far, Yoongi’s team is in the lead by four points but the other team is catching up quickly. Arissa claps her hands when Yoongi blocks a shot and Hoseok chuckles, clapping his hands as well.

The other team calls a timeout and the two teams split up. Arissa fiddles with Hoseok’s wedding band as he chats with Namjoon. She glances away from her lap, over to where Yoongi’s team is huddled and sure enough Yoongi is staring right at her. He raises an eyebrow and Arissa smiles to which Yoongi sends her a wink. The ref calls for the game to start back up and everyone gets into position before the ref blows his whistle. Everyone runs up and down the court, some baskets are made while others are blocked or missed all together.

One of the men on the blue team elbows Yoongi in the chest as he goes to block a shot and Yoongi falls to the ground with a grunt. Arissa frowns and Hoseok is quick to squeeze her hand, “He’s fine.” Hoseok assures and Arissa nods her head. She knows that it takes a lot more to really hurt Yoongi, but that doesn’t make her worry any less.

The ref calls a foul and Yoongi is granted a free throw. The players all line up and Yoongi stands in the center at the top with the ball in his hands. He dribbles twice and points over to where Arissa, Hoseok and Namjoon are sitting. “For you!” Yoongi calls before he throws the ball and it goes into the net easily. Everyone claps and cheers as the game gets back on track. It’s a no-brainer that Yoongi’s team wins by a four point lead. Everyone floods the court, congratulating the winning team and Yoongi manages to slip through the large mass of bodies.

He makes his way over to his friends and Namjoon pats him on the back while Hoseok ruffles his hair. Arissa offers Yoongi the watch and Yoongi holds out his wrist. Arissa smiles softly and slips the watch onto Yoongi’s wrist before he gives his hand a light squeeze.

“What do I get for making the shot?”

“You were expecting something?” Arissa questions and Yoongi licks his lips as his cat eyes stare at her. “What did you have in mind?” 

“I can think of a few things.”

“Okay, okay…get a room,” Namjoon jokes and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Don’t let anyone see the two of you, alright?” Hoseok warns and hands Arissa a bag that Namjoon had beside his feet. “Change of clothes.” Hoseok levels Yoongi with a single look and Yoongi grabs Arissa’s hand before they disappear into the crowd. 

Yoongi leads Arissa into a private changing room that has a large shower inside. The moment the door closes, Ariassa is pressed against the door and Yoongi’s mouth is on hers. Yoongi’s tongue licks at the seam of Arissa’s lips and she parts her mouth, allowing Yoongi permission to send shivers down her spine. The kiss is messy, full of tongue and spit. Yoongi pulls away and licks at the spit that slipped from Arissa’s mouth, “I want your throat, sweets.”

“Not gonna shower first?”

Yoongi narrows his eyes and Arissa sighs. She drops the bag onto the floor and lowers herself to her knees. Arissa makes sure that she’s on top of the bag before she reaches up and tugs Yoongi’s ball shorts and boxers down. His dick springs up and slaps against his stomach, veiny and thick, leaking precum.  Yoongi’s hand goes right to Arissa’s curls and she slaps his hands away.

“You fuck up my hair and I’ll bite it off,” Arissa warns and Yoongi huffs a laugh.

“Have I ever fucked your hair, sweets?”

Ariassa opens her mouth to respond, but her words are cut off as Yoongi shoves his dick into her mouth. He groans as his length is completely engulfed in a warm wetness and Arissa gages. Yoongi grips Arissa’s jaw and back of her neck as he starts to fuck her mouth and throat. He bites his lower lip and grunts as Arissa places her hands on his thighs and digs her nails into the skin.

“Rissa! S-Shit…” Yoongi cures and Arissa’s eyes water as she struggles to breath through her nose. Yoongi is rough, so rough as his dick threatens to bruise Arissa’s esophagus and she loves it. Arissa swallows around Yoongi’s dick and his knees buckle. Yoongi slams his hand against the door to catch himself and he glares down at Arissa who is staring up at him with wide watery eyes. “Keep it up and I’ll ruin that pretty shirt of yours, sweets.”

Arissa slides her hands up the length of Yoongi’s thighs and cups his balls, she gives them a squeeze before she starts to fondle them. Yoongi groans and his head drops back as he loses himself in the pleasure. He loves the way Arissa chokes on him and the softness of her lips is beyond relaxing. The white shirt Yoongi wears is drenched in sweat, sticking to his body and he releases his hold on Arissa to run his hand down the length of his torso. His finger splay out against his stomach and as he feels his muscles clench an idea comes to him.

With no warning, Yoongi reaches out and covers Arissa's nose, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. Arissa’s throat tightens around his dick and she makes a high pitched whining sound that is breathy and broken. 

“Fuck, c-close sweets! Just let me have this!” Yoongi picks up his pace as he fucks Arissa’s throat and he watches with parted lips as more tears fall past Arissa’s eyes. Yoongi can feel Arissa’s pulse around his dick and he lets himself go, pressing as far as he can into Arissa’s throat. His pelvis is pressed flush against her lips, his pubic hair tickles her nose and the pleasure washes over his body like a cold wave that pulls him under, deeper and deeper.

Yoongi’s cum is hot as it shoots down Arissa’s throat and she struggles, trying not to choke even more. She feels light headed and she pinches Yoongi’s thigh in warning. Yoongi pulls out and fists his dick, stroking it lazily as he draws out his pleasure. Arissa gulps lungful after lungful of air, her mouth wide open as she catches the cum that is still spurting from Yoongi’s dick. Finally finished, Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, to push it off his forehead and he steps out of his ball shorts and boxers. He squats down in front of Arissa and wipes her tears before he leans in and kisses her forehead.

Yoongi wipes at the cum that didn’t make it into Arissa’s mouth and pushes it into her awaiting mouth that has some of his cum already sitting on her tongue. He taps at Arissa’s lips with his finger and Arissa closes her mouth, “Good girl, sweets. You can swallow now.”

[saulwexler]

jimmy pays such careful attention to other people’s clothing, knows what everything costs, picks out his little outfits so deliberately... makes me so obsessed with the way he accessorizes in breaking bad