shower || jjk
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pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, angst, crack-ish, romcom, friends to lovers/idiots to lovers/best friends to lovers
warnings: language, innuendos
cross posted on wattpad and ao3
word count: 1.2k
synopsis/teaser for chapter:
So that is percisely why you let him sleep on your arm--for the next two hours.
University has been an overwhelming handful, despite only being two weeks in.
As a college freshman, you've always had the idea that uni life is full of fun parties and dating. Well, you're not entirely wrong, but all of the fun stuff is merely wedged in between unexciting essays and projects.
For you, it's also wedged between timing your showers so they don't line up with the shower guy--not because you think he's weird or something, but because you would probably combust trying to be in that situation without dying of embarrassment.
At least there's one thing you can always look forward to each day: the cute guy you see at the cafe each afternoon. You usually go there after a few classes and today, English is first on the schedule.
Oppositely, the one thing you never fail to dread is this class. This lecture is filled to the brim, and you don't have any friends here.
It's only a few minutes in, but this class is already boring as fuck.
That is, until the cute guy from the very cafe you go to each day stumbles into class.
He definitely just woke up--tousled hair, oily face, and barely open eyes--it's almost as obvious as the way you can't seem to take your eyes off him. His loose outfit consisting of grey sweatpants and a hoodie does absolutely nothing to make him less attractive.
In fact, you think it makes him even hotter. It's The Boyfriend Look™.
He bows to the annoyed professor as he finds his way through the crowd of equally sleepy students, and you internally berate yourself for dozing off in this class when you could've spent that time staring at his ethereal beauty.
It looks like destiny has plans for you to make up for that lost time, however, because he sits right next to you.
"Hi," he whispers, slightly apologetic as he unpacks his school materials.
You nod to acknowledge him, a little too flustered by his presence to say anything else.
He drops his water bottle on the ground; it thunks loudly, drawing the attention of the people in the lecture. Although he rushes to pick it up, the professor still scowls at him.
"Mr. Jeon, I think we'd appreciate it if you held back from disturbing the lecture any further."
"Sorry dude--uh I mean, Prof. Lee."
You elbow him, "That's Professor Kim."
He panics,"Prof. Kim! Sorry, uh sir."
You watch as he bows in both sheepish embarrassment and exasperation. The professor finally turns around and continues his boring speech on Shakespeare's ingenious symbolization.
"Thanks for the save," he says, leaning over to you.
"Anytime," you chuckle, "looks like you've had a rough morning." You motion to his binder; papers are flying out of it as if they had been shoved in his bag before.
"I swear, I'm usually a lot more organized than this," he laughs, and you're glad that he didn't take any offense to your previous statement.
The lecture goes by pretty normally, aside from your painful awareness of how close he's sitting next to you. Maybe it's your imagination, but he seems to edge closer to you as the professor starts talking about the crazy phenomenon of syntax.
Just pretend he isn't there, you tell yourself.
When you finally decide to focus on the lecture rather than the boy next to you, you don't.
This is because you feel a fluffy weight flop onto your right arm.
When you look down, you find that the guy is sleeping on you. Your writing hand is rendered useless, and you freeze up, unable to find it in yourself to wake him up.
It may seem a little bizarre how you lowkey (highkey) don't know how to function in the presence of a boy, but you blame that on your brothers: Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung.
They're not only extremely protective over you, but the three of them combined is scary as fuck. Your short summer fling with that random guy from camp in the 9th grade lasted a hot two weeks before he decided that his life was more important than your experience in dating.
For the record, it was.
And that was as close as you ever got to a real relationship. Any interaction with the opposite sex was immediately terminated, sometimes with a few glares, but most of the time with threats.
At least you didn't really like him that much anyway; you were simply thrilled at the thought of dating someone. Literally, anyone.
You've grown past that stage, obviously. You actually have standards, plus the freedom that comes with living alone and going to university now.
However, you still lack experience and confidence with anything and everything that has to do with that terrifying three-letter arrangement of the English alphabet: men.
So that is percisely why you let him sleep on your arm—for the next two hours.
By the time the lecture is over, your left-handed notes look worse than Namjoon's handwriting. He's a doctor.
Luckily, the cause of your sore arm finally wakes up.
He seems dazed at first, eyes glossing over the now-empty English classroom. He lifts his head from your arm and stares at it as if he doesn't believe it's real. Then, his sight follows your arm up to you.
There's a moment of him simply squinting at your very confused smile, before he jumps up and almost knocks his chair over.
Startled, you also jump and let out a pathetic squeak.
"Sorry!" he exclaims, eyes as wide as Jupiter. "How long was I knocked out?"
"Uh... since class started?"
He looks at the clock, then back at you, and then to your arm, now imprinted with red streaks that outline his hair.
"That's two hours!"
You smile awkwardly. "Yep."
"Sheesh, I'm so sorry about that," he sighs, this time looking more apologetic than startled, "Can I repay you somehow? Your arm must be sore."
You let out a laugh, "It's fine, uni is rough, I don't blame you." Now that he's no longer on your arm, you start packing up your things.
"For real, I feel horrible. And I owe you for helping me with the professor's name earlier." He gathers his things too, but makes sure to not break eye-contact with you, "Min's Coffee, right? You usually get the caramel macchiato."
Your eyebrows shoot up, "You remember me?"
He laughs; it's airy and sounds like a kid. "Yeah, I see you like, everyday. Y/N, right?" He recalls your name from your orders.
Shit. He noticed you.
For a moment, heat rushing to your cheeks is the only thing you can feel.
"Next time you stop by, just say that you know me and I'll come up to the front to pay for yours."
You don't have any time to decline his offer, since he's already packed his stuff and is walking out the door.
"Wait!" you call, and he turns to face you, "I don't know your name."
He makes an 'ohh' expression and beams at you, a huge change to the barely awake zombie on your arm a few minutes ago.
"Jungkook. I'm Jeon Jungkook."
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WANTED || J.JK || 7
Pairing : Jungkook X Reader
Genre : fluff, angst, crack
Summary : “Let me geuss, your parents are dead and you're family with one of my mates so that's why you're staying with us for a while?”
“Um, no. Sorry. Just running for the authorities and your window was open.”
WARNINGS : none
WANTED MASTERLIST || NEXT
" How old are you?!" Jin practically screams as you tell him.
You blink at him with wide eyes, did you say something wrong?
" I tough you were older than Jungkook too." Jimin says, his eyes also wide open when you tell them your age.
" Well shit, would you like me to come back in a few years maybe?" You exclaim as you lean back into the couch, folding your arms over one another.
" No, no. But you're going to need to go back to school, or well, college." Yoongi thinks with you all.
You're currently seated in the livingroom with Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin and Jungkook.
" How do you want to enroll? No offense, but we don't have enough money just lying about for situations like this." Hoseok points out.
" That'll be okay. I have a few scholarships we can use." You tell them as all eyes turn to you in suprise.
" Of what do you have scholarships?" Jungkook asks excitedly.
" That Cyber University, and two others which I kinda need to log into my DigiD to know." You say.
" How did you manage to get a scholarship for Cyber University?!" Hoseok exclaims.
" I kind of had a thing for producing."
" Cool. That means you can enroll in my school. Right Jin hyung?" Jungkook asks him.
" Jungkook goes to Global Cyber University. You can join him. But beside that, I'd recommend getting a job too. Especially considering you'll have grocery runs too soon." Jin tells you.
Well, college is just as boring as you can remember.
It's been a few weeks since the conversation you had with Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook and you've enrolled into GCU a few days ago.
The first day was admittedly fun, especially since you hadn't been to school in a while, the second day was also okay, but it started to dawn on you about how much you actually really didn't miss it. The third day was just plain boring. And today it's the fourth day.
If you were honest, you didn't really care about what was going to happen, you just hoped that there would be some juicy drama soon.
You watched the clock tick by until the bell rung, indication you finally had a break.
" Finally!" You yelled as you sat down on one of the chairs in the canteen.
" What're you being so dramatic for? Didn't you start about an hour ago?" Jimin asked with a mischievous smile.
He was kind of always trying to get on your nerves, tough he really didn't know how, and so it was more amusing than annoying.
" I know right, I barely started an hour ago and I'm already done with this for today." You huffed, crossing your arms over the table.
Jimin rolled his eyes, probably more annoyed that you aren't annoyed by his words.
" Bruh, you barely arrived an hour ago. Weren't you like ten minutes late?" Taehyung laughed amused.
" That's quite possible." You mumble before dropping your head on your arms.
" Sometimes I really wonder how you managed to get a scholarship even tough you're this lazy-"
" Hey guys! Hey, um, girl, you're kind of in my seat." A voice cuts Jungkook off.
Jimin sighs again, opening his mouth to tell her off but stops himself at doing so when you look up from your arms.
You turn to look at your right, before looking at your left, turning to look behind the girl you don't even know the name of, before looking in your bag.
" What are you doing? Hello? I'm talking to you bitch-"
" I'm looking for where anyone here asked for your opinion." You deadpan, looking her straight in the eyes as you speak.
Some kids from other tables turn to look at the commotion, and Jimin let's out a small 'ooh', as if to start a fight.
" Excuse me?-"
" Good idea. You're excused." You cut her off.
Jungkook and Taehyung turn to smile at one another while Jimin lets out a small 'ouch' this time.
" Ugh! What's wrong with you?! Why are you so jealous of me?!" She suddenly screeches, capturing the attention of even more kids.
You laugh before answering her.
" What's there to be jealous of?" You smile at her.
By now other kids are joining Jimin in the 'ooOooOh's.
" Listen, just get off my seat and I'll leave you alone." She huffed, suddenly more interested in her nails.
" Your seat? I didn't see your name on this anywhere." You wink.
" You know what, nevermind. I'll get back at you. Just wait." She says as she looks at all the watching eyes before turning away with a hair flip.
" Who was she?" You ask the boys as the girl leaves.
" Kim Eunmi. Jungkook's biggest fangirl. You're the first girl to stand up to her." Jimin supplied you with information.
" She seems nice." You shrug.
" She what?-"
" Y/N, what the fuck?-"
Yeah, you'll probably be fine in school.
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Mischievous Manners || myg
☾Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Reader
☾Word Count: 4.4k
Genre: smut, crack, established relationship!, idol!au
☾Warnings: dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, fingering, slight spanking, teasing, exhibitionism, squirting, overstimulation
☾Summary: This routine was not one you ever expected. The effortless texts, empty bed, and emotionless expressions you saw whenever your paths crossed. You were beginning to doubt everything, especially the love and affection he had first shown you. You knew that he was busy; it was a given being part of a widely loved group. You just hoped he made time for you. If he would not provide you with the attention you needed, then you would get it yourself, even if it was through your mischievous manners.
☾ A/N: Hi there this might look familiar because it was from my previous account. I now go by Luna and I’m happy to be back on Tumblr! I’ll be posting a majority of my old stories, but I have many new ones planned 💙
Movie night when you get home, babe?
You sit on the king-sized bed you share with your boyfriend as you wait for his reply. Lately, he has been so busy working in the studio, and he promised that tonight would be different. Falling back onto the mattress, you let your head hit the soft pillows as you breathe in the scent of fresh flowers. Yoongi hadn't slept in your bed for the last two days, and his scent had already begun to fade. You only began to miss him more with the hours that passed when you found yourself searching for his body at night only to come up empty.
Can't tonight. Staying at the studio.
You feel your heart clench as you look at his reply. Things between the two of you were getting harder. You know that he's busy working on Cypher pt 5, but you just expected him to make a little more time for you. It was exhausting trying to keep up with him, and you just needed some attention. Letting out a loud groan, you kick your feet against the bed as you let out a loud, ear-piercing scream. Your bedroom door flies open and in scrambles Taehyung and Jimin, the pair moving around with an alarming look on their faces.
"W-what where's the burglar?" Jimin says, moving around while swinging a bat in front of him, narrowly missing Taehyung, who stood beside him with a broom in his hand. You quickly sit up and stare at the two boys that now look at you, confused.
"We heard you scream," Taehyung explains as he lowers the broom and steps away from Jimin, still holding onto the bat. You let out a giggle as you look at the pair.
"So, you were going to save me with a broom Tae?"
You watch as a pout takes over the younger's face as he looks over his weapon of choice. "It was the closest thing to me," he explains while leaning back against the wall.
"Aish, I thought something happened to you. Why were you screaming?" Jimin asks as he slumps against the wall, clearly exhausted from thrashing the bat around.
"Yoongi's spending the night at his studio again. It's the third night in a row," you sigh as you run your fingers through your hair. Your arms wrap around your knees as you stare at the two boys in front of you. The two of them stand and wait for you to continue, both of them unsure of what to say.
"I know he's working hard. Cypher pt 5 will be really amazing a-," you're cut off by Taehyung's booming voice before you can finish.
"Wait Cypher pt 5? Hyungggg," Taehyung shouts as he runs out of the room, no doubt running towards the remaining members of the rap line.
"Sorry, Noona. You know Tae gets excited with anything that involves Cypher," Jimin softly says as a small smile forms on his lips.
"I don't know what to do, Jimin. I know he's busy, but three days is extreme. He only returns to shower and grab some food, and then he's back at the studio," you mumble as you let out a deep sigh.
You know it's unfair to ask Jimin for advice because then you put him in the middle of your situation. Letting out a breath of air, you finally arrive at a conclusion.
"I won't put you in the middle of this. I know it'll make things awkward. I'll figure out what to do, but thank you for checking on me," you smile at Jimin as a look of relief washes over his face.
"Well, Jungkook, Taehyung, and I ordered pizza if you want some. The rest of the hyungs are at the studio," Jimin explains as he nods towards the living room. You think over Jimin's proposal. Maybe this is what you needed. It would at least help you get over Yoongi for the night.
"Yea, I'll meet you guys out there," you say, watching as Jimin gives you a nod before stepping out. You let your eyes drift over towards your phone. Maybe sending him another text wouldn't be a bad idea. He must be hungry, right? I could bring him over some pizza!
The boys ordered some pizza. I can bring some over for you. It won't take me long at all.
You hit send and hope that this might work. Walking out of the bedroom and into the living room, you see Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin all lounging on the couches, three boxes of pizza sitting before them, and an array of sides.
Dropping your phone on the table, you grab a slice of pizza and slump down next to Jungkook, three sets of eyes on your annoyed face.
It's silent as the four of you munch on pizza. It was probably because of you and the sudden change in the atmosphere that you brought into the room. Your phone goes off on the table, and you quickly scramble to read the message.
No, I had dinner already.
You can't help but let out a loud scoff at his cold reply. There wasn't even a 'thanks' or 'love you' in his response.
"What is it, Noona?" You hear Jungkook ask from his spot beside you, his brown eyes full as he stares at you with pizza sauce on the corner of his mouth.
"It's Yoongi. He's such a dick," you grumble as you take a bite out of your pizza harshly. Jungkook shrinks at the harsh tone in your voice, not expecting your answer. The young maknae glances at Taehyung and Jimin, the two of them already shaking their heads and telling him not to push the subject.
"Sorry, Kook. I didn't mean for it to come out so harsh," you groan as you slump your head against his shoulder, his bunny smile on full display. You felt a little better knowing the maknae was happy. The last thing you wanted to do was sadden the baby of the group.
"Maybe just give him some time, Noona. Things will get better," Jungkook says, his eyes full of hope as he looks down at you. A pout falls onto your lips as you close your eyes and take deep breaths when suddenly Taehyunhg's voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
"Why don't you just beat him at his own game?"
Your eyes flash over to Taehyung, your brows rising in interest. Folding your legs beneath you, you turn entirely wanting to know more.
"Wait, what do you mean? Tell me more," comes the words from your mouth as all sets of eyes land on you.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, right, Taehyung?" Jimin smiles sweetly at you while turning to give him a harsh glare. Taehyung sits there, his eyes suddenly widening and his mouth opening to say, "oh." He slowly nods his head in synchronization with Jimin before turning to look at you and say, "nevermind."
A gasp flies out of your mouth as you look at them, staring at you as if they had never said anything. You narrow your eyes before you launch yourself at the pair, pillow in your hand as you hit them both with a pillow. Yells leave Taehyung and Jimin's mouth as you shriek, "tell me," in between the hits over and over again.
Arms wrap around your waist, and you're quickly pulled back into the couch, legs wrapping around you to stop your wild thrashing.
"Kook, let me go! Let me at them," you roar as you look at Jimin and Taehyung, the two of them loudly laughing as they stare at you.
"No, no. You need to calm down first," Jungkook says from behind you as he wraps around you like a koala, his strength keeping you firmly on the couch.
After a few seconds, you finally give in and relax in his arms.
"Fine. I'm done. You can let go now," you pipe out towards Jungkook, sighing in relief as he slowly lets you go.
"What exactly did you mean, Tae?" You ask the blue-haired boy sitting relaxed on the couch and munching down another slice of pizza. Instead of answering you, he gives a tight-lipped smile, his cheeks puffy as he happily chews.
Letting out a giant huff of air, you narrow your eyes.
"Fine, if you won't tell me, then I'll just figure it out myself," you grumble, marching off to your bedroom and slamming the door shut. One way or another, you would make Yoongi suffer, and if the boys didn't help you, then they would have to suffer too.
"Y/N!! Are you coming in here?"
Jimin shouts from the living room where he and the rest of the boys gather. Letting out a sigh, you make your way to the area, your eyes glancing at the doorway to notice Yoongi's shoes among the pile.
Great, he was home. Now the fun begins.
As you enter the room, you notice the boys all lounging on the couch. The atmosphere felt warm and playful, laughter escaping from the boys as they all sat together. Jin and Namjoon share a look once their eyes land on your outfit, and you feel giggly inside, knowing that your plan was working. Taehyung and Jimin's jaws drop, and Hobi instantly does a double-take, but your favorite reaction was, of course, the maknae. Jungkook's eyes were wide, and his jaw was practically kissing the floor.
Your eyes meet Yoongi's, and you instantly bite your lip, fighting off the little smirk dying to make its appearance. You notice the hint of emotion that flickers through his eyes before his expression returns to its usual stoic self.
"What are you wearing?"
Yoongi loudly sighs, his tone laced with disappointment as he rubs his fingers across his forehead. With a bright sinisterly sweet smile, you reply, "Isn't it obvious? I'm a maid."
You thought that your outfit was pretty clear from the short black dress and white apron to the white knee-high stockings and black pumps, not to mention the feather duster you held in your hand.
As you stand there in the short and skimpy outfit, you can see that the other boys have trouble keeping their eyes off of you. Their eyes rake up your naked legs and dart over your exposed cleavage, all of them expect for Kookie, who was staring straight at the tv, avoiding you at all costs.
You watch as Yoongi takes a deep breath, his fingers reaching to rub at his temples as his jaw clenched tightly.
The word is simple, and the meaning also very simple, but you were not. You decided to continue the game, stretch it on as long as possible, and make him mad. If there were one thing he would learn by the end of this, it was not to ignore you.
"Well, because maids are very hardworking people and they should be appreciated. That's why," you smugly reply while walking over to the tv and dusting off the top.
You purposely lean over a little further than necessary, making sure Yoongi can see beneath your outfit, your red thong extremely hard to miss. A grin makes its way onto your face as a soft groan from Taehyung lets you know that your actions did not go unnoticed.
As you continue your teasing, the low mumbling of Yoongi reaches your ears. You could hear him cursing under his breath. You were testing his patience, and he was beginning to reach his limit.
"No. Why are you wearing this outfit?" He says a lot firmer this time, making his question specific. From the corner of your eye, you notice his leg bouncing up and down impatiently. He was becoming very agitated with your dillydallying around his questions boosting your confidence even more.
Yoongi knew exactly what you were doing and why you were doing it. He knew you could be especially bratty and act out when you didn't receive the attention you wanted. He just didn't think you'd go this far, especially not in front of his brothers.
"I'm going out to a costume party tonight with my girls. It should be fun," you sweetly reply while looking him in the eyes before turning to the other boys in front of you. Slowly you bend over the coffee table; the same table Jungkook just so happens to be sitting behind, his back leaning against the couch as he stares at you with wide-doe eyes.
"N-noona," he stutters as you give him an eyeful of your cleavage in the tight outfit. You knew Jungkook would be the easiest one to tease and that it would only anger Yoongi even more. He protected Jungkook like his own son, and the last thing he would want is you torturing the poor boy.
At an agonizingly slow pace, the duster moves across the coffee table as you stare the younger boy in his eyes, his mouth slightly opens as it flickers between your face and cleavage.
"Do you need me to do anything for you before I leave Jungkookie? Do you need Noona to clean your room?" You ask with an innocent tone as you slowly lick your lip before softly biting down onto it.
If possible, Jungkook's eyes become ten times wider than before as he quickly shakes his head, words coming out jumbled as he tries to get to his feet.
"W-what? No, it's a mess. U-uh I have to go put some stuff away," the maknae shouts as he slips over his own feet, quickly tripping out of the room, his bedroom door shutting with a loud slam. You can't help but let a chuckle escape your lips as you think of what the poor boy could be hiding from you.
"Uh, you can clean my room, Noona," Taehyung speedily says as he jumps up to stand in front of you, your eyes widening at his sudden boldness. You're about to open your mouth to respond when suddenly Jimin plops himself next to Taehyung, his shoulder pushing the other boy a little as he tries to stand closer to you.
"You can clean my room first, Noona! I can show you exactly where," Jimin says with a hint of flirtiness in his tone as he tilts his head to the side, his gaze intense as he looks at you.
"No, no, no, you two come here," Jin exclaims as he pulls the two boys by the back of their shirts.
Pouts fall onto their lips as Jin drags them into the kitchen with Hobi and Namjoon following suit. As Namjoon walks into the kitchen, you hear him sigh while saying, "I wish y/n and Yoongi would leave us out of their weird perverted fighting methods."
You suddenly feel a little bad, but then it all goes away once you hear Taehyung reply with,"I really don't mind bro," followed by Jimin's "I love it."
As you move towards the door, ready to leave for the party, Yoongi suddenly blocks your way, his arms folded across his chest as he looks down at you.
"You're not going anywhere dressed like that," he says with gritted teeth. You let out a loud laugh, positive the boys can all hear the conversation that occurs between the two of you.
"It's hilarious that you think you can tell me what to do," you say with a fake smile plastered across your face as you fold your arms and push out your hip.
"You're such a brat, y/n," Yoongi groans while running his palm down his face.
"Can you just go change out of that slutty outfit?" He rudely says as he sucks in his cheeks, his eyes burning into yours.
You enjoyed getting under his skin, especially if it meant you'd be under him after. All of this teasing and resistance was for him to have a taste of his own medicine.
"Hmmm, no. I really like this outfit actually," you grin while doing a quick twirl and watching as the frilly fabric flies up, your red thong on full display. You let an innocent giggle slip out of your mouth as you throw your arms around Yoongi's neck as you look up at him from beneath your lashes.
"I thought that you would like this outfit," you pout as he looks down at you, his face emotionless. He was at his limit with your bullshit, and from the way he gripped your wrist, you knew you were in for it.
"Don't worry. I love it!" Jimin's voice echoes from the kitchen before you hear a loud whack and automatically know it was from Jin. You wait for Yoongi to reply, but instead, he drags you over to the couch, roughly tossing you onto it.
"Fine, you want to dress like a slut, Doll?" He says while gripping your chin tightly. You let out a shaky breath as Yoongi's hard stare lights your skin on fire.
"Then you'll get treated like one," he huskily replies, his sudden shift catching you off guard yet eliciting a moan from your lips.
A deep chuckle escapes from his mouth as he takes in your darkened eyes and flushed cheeks.
"Oh, you like that? You like being called a little slut," he smirks as he trails his finger along your cheekbone. You obediently nod, loving the sudden switch in him.
"You love attention. Don't you, doll? This is what you wanted?" He asks his low voice causing your thighs to clench in lust.
"Yes. This is exactly what I want," you breathe out as your eyes close in content.
Yoongi's arms wrap around your frame, pulling you from the couch and leading you through the house. You cling onto him, head resting on his chest and eyes closed as you await the warm mattress.
Instead, your back meets cold marble, a shiver running down your spine as Yoongi shouts," Jungkook come in here."
Your eyes snap open as you register where you are. You're in the kitchen, on the center of the kitchen island to be exactly surrounded by six pairs of eyes. You hear the quick footsteps of Jungkook, and as your eyes meet his, a soft gasp leaves his mouth.
You move to push yourself off of the counter, but just as you start to Yoongi's hands wrap around your waist.
"I thought you liked all the attention, doll," Yoongi says as he focuses solely on you.
"U-uh," you stutter out as you look around at all of the faces of the boys watching you intensely.
"No, no, no, don't worry about them. They can't touch; they can only look. Is that okay?" Yoongi softly asks as he caresses your cheek before placing a soft peck on your lips. He was about to try something new for the first time, but he wanted to be sure you were entirely sure about it.
"Yes," you quietly reply as your eyes flicker around to the many faces surrounding you. You didn't expect Yoongi to go this far, and you never imagined that he would be okay with showing you off to his brothers. Shockingly, you felt kind of aroused at the thought of all of them watching you.
"Don't you look pretty like this, baby? Such a good little slut," Yoongi praises as he runs his hand down your arched back. A moan escapes your lips as you stay there on all fours the coldness of the counter soothing against your hot skin.
Soft groans start to resonant from the boys as they watch Yoongi peel off the soaking thong from your firm behind, his hands tossing the fabric towards the youngest as he continues his actions.
"You're dripping, baby," Yoongi whispers against your thigh as he kisses it softly, his tongue licking up some of the wetness dripping there. Soft breaths continue to leave you as your cheek kisses the counter as you await Yoongi's next move.
"Please touch me," you whimper as you bite your lip as your legs spread themselves even wider. Yoongi chuckles as he looks over his shoulders towards the boys, the lust bright in their eyes as they all stare at your center.
"Look at how pretty she is, boys. So pink, isn't she Jungkook?" Yoongi says as he pulls the younger boy closer to the wet center between your legs.
Your legs tremble as Jungkook's cold breath fans across your core, his eyes glazed over as he watches your tightness clench uncontrollably.
"So pink," Jungkook mumbles as he licks his lips, his breathing becoming even heavier.
"Hmm. Maybe I should leave you like this," Yoongi smirks as he grabs your ass, his palms squeezing the flesh roughly before letting it go. His smirk grows even larger as he listens to the soft whines that escape your throat.
"Maybe I should leave you like this and let you drip on the counter. You're already making such a mess," he grins as his fingers trail down your thigh, where your juices have begun to travel.
"No, please touch me," you beg again as you feel Yoongi's fingertips travel higher up the expanse of your thigh, getting closer to where you desire his touch.
As you feel him still linger, his touch getting nowhere close, you're about to whine again when suddenly, a single finger settles itself between your folds, rubbing in the moisture that has pooled. Moans fall from your mouth, and Yoongi smirks as he begins to pump his finger in and out agonizingly slow, watching your reactions.
"Fuck you're tight, doll," he mutters while biting his lips.
Yoongi's eyes zero in on the way your clenching hole sucks in his digit and squeezing it for dear life, as the boys focus on the sight as well. It was exhilarating to be in that position, vulnerable and spread out on display for all of them to see. It made you feel dirty, unbelievably sinful, yet you loved every second of it.
"Moreee, Yoongi, please," You whimper as you thrust back onto his finger, your hands gripping onto the counter as you drip down his finger. His deep chuckle is the only thing you hear before another finger is entering you, his speed picking up as he rams his finger into you faster.
"Such a good little slut. You're taking my fingers so well. Look at how you suck them in," Yoongi praises as his teeth bite down onto his lip before pulling the flesh into his mouth.
He was enjoying this moment, loving the way you took in all of the attention from his brothers as they watched him pump two fingers into you knuckle deep. He couldn't stop the groans that slipped his lips as he watched you whine and twitch beneath his fingers. He knew all of the places that made you arch your back in pleasure, and if he just angled his finger a certain way, he could have you finishing in no time.
"F-fuck, I'm close," you whimper as you push back onto his fingers, squeezing the life out of them as he slaps your ass in encouragement. The little jolt of pain has you arching your back even further, enjoying the sting as it spreads across your body.
"Come on, babygirl. Give it to me. Let's show these boys what you can really do," Yoongi whispers into your ear before placing a soft kiss against your cheek.
Suddenly a third finger is pushed into your entrance, and a loud moan vibrates throughout the room at the sudden stretch. Yoongi's fingers begin to drill into you, aiming for that magic spot that always has your eyes rolling back.
As he begins his attack on that sweet spot of yours, you find yourself shaking your head as whimpers tumble out of your mouth, little whines of "no, no, no, no I can't," cascading out as you feel that familiar twist in your stomach.
"I know you can, doll. Give the boys a show. Come on beautiful," Yoongi groans as his other hand grabs onto your ass, spreading your open for the boys to gaze. Sweat drips down your temples, and your knuckles begin to turn white from your strong grip on the counter. You clench your jaws and squeeze your eyes tightly as you feel it coming.
"Fuckkk, Yoongi. Fuckk," you scream out loud as your body trembles as your orgasm racks through you.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your mouth is left hanging open as the pleasure hits you wave after wave. It's too much for you to handle, and so intense that your legs begin to buckle under your weight, but before you can hit the counter, arms encircle your waist.
"Shhhh. You're okay, baby. You did so well," Yoongi hums as he holds you close to his chest, his lips peppering kisses onto your head over and over again.
You bury your face into his chest as all eyes fall onto you. Even though you enjoyed having an audience, there was something different about that post-orgasm moment that had you feeling even more vulnerable and smaller than ever. At that moment, you just wanted to crawl under the covers and fall asleep in your boyfriend's arms.
As Yoongi leaves the kitchen, he turns back to look at the boys with a proud ass smirk plastered across his face.
"Can you guys clean that up for me? I have to give my girl some more well-needed attention," he grins while throwing a wink at the boys. As the two of you retreat, a comment from Jimin causes you to flush in embarrassment.
"No way! I can't believe y/n is a squirter! Yoongi, you're a lucky bastard," Jimin screeches from his spot before a loud whack echoes across the room. You can't help but giggle as you know that Jin was at it again.
"I can't believe you just did that to me. In front of the boys," you say while looking up at Yoongi. He smiles and lets out a little chuckle while placing you down on the edge of the bathtub.
"Hey, I just wanted to show my girl off. Plus, you looked too sexy in this outfit. I thought you could give them a little show," Yoongi grins while helping you out of the maid costume.
"Wait, something's mis-," you begin to say just as Yoongi cuts you off.
"Jungkook has your thong. I don't think you'll be wanting it back though. I'll buy you some new ones," he loudly chuckles before placing a soft yet loving kiss against your lips.
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