#there's a hint of jk in all my fics who am i kiddin

[jungcock]

babydoll⎜02 (m.)

Your childhood crush, now famous and successful, comes to visit you while you’re drunk and have a lot to prove.

→ actor!yoongi x reader

→ smut

→ 7.6k words

a/n: an immediate continuation from the first part. sleazy, aged up by three years, bts. hint of significant age gap themes. dirty talk. a lot of foreplay. defloration. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. denied orgasms. creampie. unprotected sex. hint of jk.

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Jungkook and Taehyung both gave Yoongi a look.

“What?”

“These are ‘we clearly don’t believe you’ looks,” Taehyung explained, pointing between Jungkook and himself.

“I’ve known her since she was twelve!”

“She’s not twelve anymore,” Jungkook commented, hiding his mischievous smile behind his glass as he took a sip. Taehyung tried his best not to snigger with Yoongi’s eyes on him because he was alway more lenient towards Jungkook. Jungkook was the favourite, after all—Taehyung always tried his best to connect with Yoongi but his inappropriate, odd ways fell short. He had to pick and choose his battles and he was chill—buzzed and quite happy to just sip away at his glass of wine.

“Tae!” Jungkook called when no one responded to him.

“Hm?!”

“Are you really not gonna try fuck this girl tonight?” he exasperated and it caused Taehyung to splutter. His eyes flocked to Yoongi, cautious and anxious of his reaction and as expected—Taehyung had never seen Yoongi so livid. Now, Jungkook had gone too far. In a flash, the conversation had gone from playful jesting to rude, perverted remarks. What had gotten into Jungkook?! He was being extremely outlandish and plainly disrespectful—this wasn’t like him... What was he up to?

“No, dude! I don’t want me or the fairy to die,” he chuckled deeply and nervously.

"He's smart," Yoongi chimed in, more calmly than expected.

"I guess I'll have to take one for the team then," Jungkook winked at both of them, ignoring the looming rage that was Min Yoongi.

For the first time ever, the vibes stunned Taehyung into a silence—it could have been the acid mellowing out on him but he was almost sure it wasn't. At this point, he just wished Jungkook told him what the fuck he was up to. Disrespecting his friends was completely out of his character, it was frustrating him—he couldn't even imagine how Yoongi must have been feeling.

Jungkook was pushing every single button and for good reason. If Yoongi spoke up, really spoke up and told him no, he'd have to say why. Yoongi didn't have an answer to that question—not an answer he was willing to share, or even, admit to himself. He shouldn't care who you fucked or whether you wanted a fuck at all. Frankly, he had no business meddling in your sex life whatsoever—you were a grown woman. Yet, here he was, mentally damning his best friend to hell because he supposedly wanted you for the night. What Jungkook had planned out to do, was working.

"You're not gonna go there, are you?" Taehyung asked Jungkook, hoping it was a joke—unaware it was a plot.

"I am," he confirmed with a smirk and then prodded the inside of his check with his tongue. "Why not? She's hot as hell and she wants me. She told me at the bar."

Yoongi's hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. "Bullshit," he called, acting believably nonchalant.

Jungkook cockily raised an eyebrow. "You saw her with me at the bar, she was basically begging for it."

"You're such a dick," Taehyung cackled, his worries of upsetting Yoongi were clearly fleeting. Jungkook chuckled with him before turning away—twisted humour they had. Yoongi didn't remember them being this savage in the past. Then again, he had never brought a pretty girl to dangle in front of their faces before. He made a mental note not to do that again, especially if it was you.

"Oh!" Jungkook suddenly bellowed, gesturing to a booth of people in the distance. "It looks like Namjoon's beating me to it."

The other two turned their attention but Jungkook had already turned away to grab another drink, leaving them both to imitate meerkats. Damn, that kid was just too cool, too slick, too much of a douchebag to handle. Yoongi made another mental note to channel this side of Jungkook for future roles.

Taehyung spotted the booth first and immediately strolled over, followed by Jungkook. Yoongi, however, took a moment, opening his fists to see red crescents indented in his palms.

*

You had no clue who called shots however you found yourself with a small glass of tequila and a lemon slice. Namjoon counted down from three and everyone knocked back the alcohol. You were facing Hyuna and you both pulled a face at each other at the taste—then she smiled and winked at you.

You were stunned by her beauty and grace, from her glittery nails to her pink pumps. You couldn't believe she could be even more magnetic in person, but she was. When you introduced yourself, you gushed about how much you adored her which led yourself into her embrace. She giggled and squealed in excitement while you two talked about girly things. You were both so engrossed you had hardly noticed Namjoon leading you all to a booth. It was a tight squeeze with Hyuna and her entourage, so you resorted to perching on Namjoon's lap. With Hyuna opposite you, she pulled your arm towards her so she could lean over the table and whisper in your ear.

"I don't usually get along with Namjoon's girls but you're so cool!" she said fondly.

"Oh, no!" you shook your head.

Hyuna furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"No, she's not one of my 'girls' Hyuna," Namjoon expressed with distaste.

You could only giggle awkwardly.

"Oh! I’m very sorry," she apologised politely.

You swivelled in Namjoon's lap in a panic, waving your hands at her formality. She was your idol, she couldn't do anything wrong in your eyes for her to apologise for.  She giggled at you before lacing her fingers through yours. You squealed at the sweet gesture and bounced in Namjoon's lap. To Namjoon's dismay, you were a wriggler. Every word you spoke, every reaction was animated and it resulted in your ass rubbing against his crotch. He couldn’t help shamefully staring down your back as you leaned forward—the sight sending his thoughts straight into the gutter. If the others saw him now—

“You get a lap dance?! Not fair!”

Everyone’s eyes snapped up to Taehyung, with a laughing Jungkook and an unimpressed Yoongi in tow. Your cheeks were immediately fiery and you were absolutely unable to look at Yoongi. Hyuna squeezed your hand.

“Don’t listen to them babe, they’re all douchebags.”

“Ouch!” Jungkook chimed in, having leaned towards the table to eavesdrop.

“Especially him!”

Jungkook clutched his chest, overdramatically astounded and it forced a giggle out of you. He winked at you before leaning closer to Hyuna and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. You watched her face as he whispered in her ear—she rolled her eyes but you could tell was holding back a smile. It was common knowledge they were very close friends.

“She’s just mad he made her cum three times and then denied her round two,” Taehyung sniggered, earning a scolding from Yoongi and a chuckle from Namjoon. You, however, pretended not to hear it. You loved reading and hearing about the wholesome, older sister, younger brother, friendship of Hyuna and Jungkook—you didn’t want that ruined for you.

Namjoon’s phone buzzed from underneath you and you jumped in surprise. He chuckled, using the opportunity to quickly slip it out of his pocket before you sat back down.

“Jimin’s here,” Namjoon announced, “almost.”

“Don’t let him in,” Taehyung uttered with annoyance.

“Why?!” Namjoon questioned, leaning further back and twisting around slightly to look up at his friend. Looking over your shoulder, you could see he was chuckling at Taehyung's request and had quickly returned to tapping at his phone—most likely replying to Jimin.

“The idiot tweeted his maps route. He’s been texting me about it for the last 20 minutes. Fans and paps will be lurking around outside the whole night if they aren’t there already," Taehyung explained.

"Alright," Namjoon groaned, raising a palm to his forehead, "I better go deal with that." He tucked his phone back into his pocket and then tapped the side of your ass for you to get up. You squeaked and jumped up reflexively, gaining a disapproving stare from Yoongi. As you slid out of the booth with Namjoon following suit, Yoongi slapped the back of Namjoon's head. He winced and turned, holding his head and you were the one to call out an apology. Taehyung followed his friend, presumably to enforce the denial of Jimin's entry.

“Sit back down, ____,” Yoongi commanded you when you stood there for seconds too long, confused as to why you just apologised for Yoongi’s violence. Snapping out of it, you almost obeyed him—almost, if Jungkook hadn’t swooped in with his sidekick queen, Hyuna.

"Come," he said, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you away from the group, away from Yoongi. Yoongi began to follow and immediately, Hyuna latched onto him. What were they up to?

You were on the balcony again and Jungkook was handing you another cigarette. As you lit yours, Jungkook glanced over to his two friends nestled in the far corner, far away from you and himself. Hyuna was doing perfectly, and it weirdly turned him on to see his plans pan out so perfectly.

"I've noticed Yoongi has been eyeing you more harshly than before," you commented, pulling him out of his thoughts. "What did you do?"

"Don't worry about that, babydoll," he said with a smirk.

"Jungkook, please!" you pleaded, "I'm the one that has to go home with him—"

"Hell yeah, you are," he winked.

Immediately, you felt your cheeks heat up and you stomped your foot in aggravation. Jungkook cackled seeing you flush so red. He tapped the underside of your chin and you swatted him away.

"I'm the one who has to deal with him later," you continued, worry in your tone.

"I told you, ____. He's mad at me, not you."

Unfortunately, that did little to ease your mind and Jungkook could see it clear on your face.

"Listen, she's working her magic," he began to explain, pointing his cigarette at Hyuna. "I asked her to ask him about you, make presumptions, plant little ideas in his head—she can be a manipulative little minx when she needs to be. And I'm over here, working my magic with you."

"I don't know if I like this, Jungkook," you squeaked, your face shrouded in concern.

"Doll, you've been in love with this guy for what? Eight years? You're allowed to fuck with his head, he deserves it."

"Wow, Jeon Jungkook, the evil mastermind. Who would have guessed?" you joked, puffing at your cigarette.

He winked, grinning widely before pulling you into him. "Shhh, it's a secret," he whispered into your ear.

You stayed nestled under his arm for a while, chatting about everything and nothing in particular. He was incredibly charming, and funny and he smelt amazing. You were genuinely enjoying his company so much, you almost forgot Yoongi was metres away, you almost forgot that it was all just a plot to make Yoongi jealous. You would have felt sadder about the insincere nature of the conversation with Jungkook if he hadn't suddenly asked for your number.

"It's okay, I'm not expecting a text."

"Why not?"

"It's apart of your plot, isn't it?" you accused, however, far from bitter. He went out of his way to construct this elaborate plan in the shortest amount of time, just to help you score the love of your life. He really didn't need to text you.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, but that doesn't mean I don't genuinely enjoy your company."

Excitement flooded through your body but you managed to stay cool. "Yoongi's told me you don't text girl's back the next day."

"My one night stands, no I don't because I don’t want them to get the wrong idea. But I'm not fucking you tonight, am I?"

It was almost like a challenge. He raised an eyebrow at you, expecting a reply but you could only stutter. What was he insinuating? The games of a man, the concept of flirting, the hints of mild interest—sexual tension were all such foreign concepts to you. You couldn't decipher it. Jungkook chuckled, sparing you and busying himself with butting out his cigarette.

"I see Jimin, let's go inside."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you along—you swore as you passed Yoongi, he eyed your interlocked fingers. You did your best to ignore it.

When you all returned to the booth, Jimin was arguing with Taehyung. Jimin had a girl on his arm and it didn’t look like he was paying her much interest. Taehyung whispered in his ear and he let go of her to grab his friend and she walked off. Jungkook saw it too and chuckled.

“You can never properly pull them, can you?” Jungkook jested.

Jimin raised an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me, boy!”

Jungkook cackled and earned himself a slap on the chest. You just stood there, Yoongi now by your side, staring at the newly arrived BTS member. He was stunning, magnetic and his hair was a bright silver serving angelic vibes. He was quick to see you staring and he broke into a sweet smile.

“Who are you?” he questioned, his eyes then roaming up and down.

“This is our new babydoll, ____,” Jungkook introduced you.

“What?” Yoongi interrupted, becoming overwhelming overprotective. “For fucks sakes guys, she not a toy.”

“I’d sure like a play,” Jimin chimed in, making you blush. He sauntered the short distance over to you and threw an arm around your shoulder. “Where’s her drink, babydoll needs a drink!”

Jungkook laughed again, watching Yoongi’s anger boil and adoring his friend for unintentionally contributing to his plot. You declined politely and Jimin continued to try convince you. His face was so close to yours, you looked away and saw the girl he was with staring at you with such intense hatred you were beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“She doesn’t need one, Jimin,” Yoongi interjected. “And fucking hi, by the way, good to see you!”

Jimin immediately removed his arm from your person and placed it around Yoongi’s shoulders. He gave him a hug and Yoongi returned it half heartedly. Namjoon returned from the bar with a couple of drinks and Jimin took one off of his hands—he tried to give it to you but you declined, once again.

“Jimin, your girl isn’t happy,” Namjoon informed him and the group. “You should go see to her.”

Jimin made no attempt to do so and instead gestured to you. “This one is much lovelier.”

Namjoon chuckled and shook his head but then nodded in agreement. How were every single one of them interested in you? That was the final straw for Yoongi.

“Ok, time for us to go!”

You snapped your head in Yoongi’s direction with a frown. “But Yoongi—”

He squeezed your hand and stared at you fiercely. “It’s time to go, ____,” he growled.

You nodded.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Namjoon commanded. “It’s too early dude, what the fuck?”

As Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin pulled Yoongi aside to convince him to stay, Hyuna skipped over to you and gave you a big hug goodbye.

“You can do this, babe!” she encouraged you, “Just tell him how you feel, it’s about time.”

Jungkook was next to hug you, you made sure to inhale extra deeply when he did so, remembering his scent to describe to your best friend when you’d tell her you met the Jeon Jungkook.    

“It takes a second of courage, ok? There’s no way he’s gonna turn you down, trust me.”

“But what if he does?” you squeaked.

Jungkook gave you a look. “Have you seen you? And besides, have I ever let you down?”

“I’ve known you for hours, Jungkook.”

He tilted his head to the side, considering your point but then saw your pretty face and polite smile. Yoongi would be a goner tonight, he was sure of it. He bent down slightly to kiss your cheek and then winked, “Have fun.”

Yoongi grabbed your hand and yanked you out of there so fast you were barely able to wave goodbye to the others. He didn’t say a word as he pulled you along, down to the elevators and through crowds. Before you knew it, you were at the front doors of the club and you ripped your hand from his to stop him.

“Yoongi!” you yelled, “The paparazzi, goddammit!”

He cursed under his breath and removed his jacket. You looked at him inquisitively and then the next thing you knew the jacket was over your head and you were led out the front doors. It was blind chaos, you heard flashes and screaming of Yoongi’s name. His arms were wrapped around you, other bodies pushed you but Yoongi held you tighter, fending them off. He helped you into the back of a taxi and instructed you to keep the jacket over your head until he said so. Paparazzi and fans knocked on the car windows, still screaming as you drove away.

With the jacket now off of your head, you both sat in silence and you finally had a moment to process what had happened, how the night had panned out. You really met your favourite idols and they really convinced you to hop on the cock of the man sitting next to you. Your heart was pounding. You had to do it, you were going to do it. Jungkook courage, Hyuna courage and liquid courage were counting on you, egging you on. You had to do it. You had wanted this more than you wanted anything.

The taxi pulled up to your apartment and Yoongi got out first, opening the door for you. You followed him as he unlocked your front door, leading you inside as if it was his place, not yours. He turned to you as if to say goodbye so you ignored him, walking straight to your bedroom. You tried to calm your breathing, pottering around your room, waiting for him to follow.

You heard footsteps stop at your door and the sound of him clearing his throat. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you responded, while taking off your earrings. “Can you please get me a glass of w—”

You turned to see him holding a glass of water and you smiled appreciatively. He grinned back before walking into your room, the door swinging slightly closed and placing the glass on your nightstand. You continued taking off your jewelry and you caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, tapping his thighs awkwardly. Your eyes met in the reflection and he strode up to you. He kissed you on your cheek and bid you farewell before making his leave.

As he reached for the doorknob, you sprinted over and slid between himself and the door—shutting it. You felt his deep sigh blow over your shoulder. He knew what you were doing and if he was really opposed to it, if he really didn’t want it, he would have been more assertive—he would have shook you silly, really scolded you—but he didn’t. He was his patient, calculated self—leaning over you, hand still on the doorknob, thinking through his next move.

“You wanna talk?” he suggested, stepping away from you and sitting on your bed. “About what happened tonight… with Jungkook?”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You hated it when he did this, turned a situation around, twisted the agenda so he’d have the upper hand—and he did it so well. You immediately felt penitent, hanging your head and fidgeting with the bottom of your skirt.

“You know, I’m surprised it was Jungkook you went for... I always thought it was Taehyung you had your heart set on. That’s why I left you to it with him. He always calls the girls back,” he explained as if he would have let you end up in any other bed other than your own that night. “Jungkook doesn’t, I told you before.”

You kept quiet, calculating your thoughts, picking your words carefully. There were about a hundred points you so badly wanted to address, to argue—but you chose to let him talk. You let him play his game, until it was time to play yours.

“I’m not giving you his number, by the way,” he said with a little too much spite and then cleared his throat. “He’d only hurt you.”

“I can take care of myself, Yoongi,” you defended yourself in a small voice.

He scoffed.

“But, I don’t want his number,” you said, choosing not to tell him that he already had yours.

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed and he pouted in confusion. “Let me leave then—”

“Yoongi, you need to stop playing dumb it’s getting awfully tiresome,” you interrupted him, slowly making your way over to the bed where he sat. You bravely straddled him, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and staring fiercely into his eyes. “We could all see how jealous you were tonight, stop fighting it… I want you more.”

Your confidence came from pure adrenaline and you went with it, beyond caring and unfazed by his indifferent reactions. He sighed uncomfortably, leaning back on his palms to create as much distance as possible—you ignored the resistance. You left a delicate peck to his cheek and another and another, starting at his cheekbone and moving down every kiss—your lipgloss sticking to his skin. He growled just before you got to the corner of his mouth.

"____," he warned.

"Please Yoongi, you know how I feel about you, I know you do. God, I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you for so long, for years! I’ve touched myself to the thought of you so many times I can’t even count. Please fuck me Yoongi, I’m gonna go insane if you don’t.”

He was still and silent for a good few seconds. With your hands on his shoulders, you could feel the tension in them. You tried to massage them, relax him in any way, to get an answer out of him in any way. However, he continued to be as unreadable as he always was.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, ____,” he growled, guttural and pained.

“If you hadn’t been so opposed to giving in to me, like I know you want to, I wouldn’t have been forced to play.”

He stared into your eyes, resent in his own—you ignored it.

“Have you—“

“No,” you interrupted, knowing what he was asking. “I want you to be my first, please.”

At some point, you had nestled your face into the side of his neck and you could distinctly hear a rumbling in the back of it. It was his resolve, it was breaking, he was breaking. You put it all on the line, you uttered the words, the truth that hung in the air for years—it was now solid, in front of him, sitting on him and it was begging him for a fuck. How could he reject the notion, how could he reject you? He couldn’t... and he didn’t want to. And suddenly, he snapped.

“Just remember,” he growled before grabbing you by the hair and yanking your head back so he could look you in the eye, “you asked for this.”

You nodded to your best ability before he let go of your hair and you smacked your lips onto his. And you were kissing him—you were finally kissing Min Yoongi. His lips were soft and moist, tasted no less than delicious, although he was the one to devour you. He dominated your mouth, his lips moving yours, syncing yours into the perfect rhythm. You would have forgotten to breathe if he hadn't pulled away every few moments for you to softly gasp for air. Every nerve in your body felt electrified—you were so susceptible to his touch, it all felt and was, heightened. He was kissing you, he was finally kissing you and it was everything. It was better than you could have ever imagined.

His tongue was a surprise. It drove your mind into a foggy delirium, and sent your heart pounding to the point you'd thought he'd hear. You didn't know what to do with it, you squirmed when he first pushed the wet muscle past your lips—but he held your head, trapping you. Whenever you made a wrong move, flicked too much, swirled too much, he'd growl and you'd retreat. It was almost if he was teaching you how to kiss—which was fitting because you had only kissed two people in your lifetime and he had kissed actress after actor after actress. All that practice, it made sense he was so damn good at it.

Eventually, he got rougher—his hands sliding up your thighs, his teeth biting at your bottom lip. He was no longer giving you moments to breathe and when you pulled away to do so he grabbed your hair, yanking hard. With your head thrown back and your neck so inviting, Yoongi slowly licked a strip from your clavicle to the underside of your chin. Before you had a chance to process how downright kinky your make-out had turned, he had your lips enveloped by his, sucking, biting.

"Are you scared?" he growled against your lips, his hands clawing at your skin.

You squeaked at his abruptly aggressive motions—but you weren’t scared. You trusted him with your life, if he was trying to change your mind, as he probably was, it was the worst way to go about it. If anything, it was exciting you.

"No," you breathed.

Yoongi pulled you back slightly to give you a look. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, fucking hell, Yoongi!" you yelled, bucking your hips into his.

As much as he was enjoying your little body on top of him, Yoongi lifted you effortlessly and dropped you onto the bed. You almost bounced off of it but he grabbed you, flipping you over and pinning you against the mattress. Pushing up against your body, you could feel how hard he was through his pants, you could feel how big he was against your ass—it sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.

"If you're gonna act like a brat, you're gonna get treated like a brat," Yoongi rasped in your ear. You gulped, goosebumps formed on your skin and your core throbbed. He slowly let go of your hair, softly brushing it away from your face. "Are you gonna behave?"

You nodded yes, scared of the noises of unadulterated arousal that would escape you if you'd open your mouth.

"Good."

Yoongi lifted his weight off of you but still held onto your hair. You had your cheek to the comforter so your shoulder obstructed your view of him—he eventually let go of your hair however your visibility was still poor. You were so in the dark, but it enticed you more, it had you wriggling and rubbing your thighs together. When you felt his touch again, it was on the backs of your thighs, stroking up and down, stopping just below your skirt, then dipping just under your skirt—until he was massaging you so close to your core you almost cried. Pushing your skirt up, you heard Yoongi let out a deep sigh at the sight of your lacy black panties, if they could be called panties at all. A slap fell to your right cheek and you yelped in surprise—followed by his chuckling. He grabbed at your hips, pulling them up off the mattress until you were on your knees, ass in the air, face buried in the comforter. He pulled at your panties, your dripping centre lubricating the friction and making you cry out.

"So wet," Yoongi mumbled to himself before kissing a cheek and then rolling your soiled underwear down your legs. Your breathing hitched, your eyes screwed shut. You could feel your clit throbbing and your whole body ignited realising he was just staring at all of your holes, all of your glory. You almost panicked until he licked a strip up your pussy—his tongue playing with your outer folds, tracing them, teasing you. With your face shoved against the bed, your moans and squeals were muffled, your breathing irregular and your body shaking. You were inexperienced in all aspects including how to receive. He held your thighs apart, taking his time to taste you thoroughly, to eat you properly. He lapped at your slit until he had you screaming, unable to handle the fervent pleasure—it felt like complete bliss, a mindblowing sensation that had your toes curling. He spread you further to bury his nose, his entire face, into your heat and craned his neck to reach your clit and suckled on it. Your eyes rolled back and before he even had a chance to stick a finger inside you, you were cumming all over his face.

"Already?" he teased, pulling away from you only after fully riding out your orgasm. All you could do was pant and he chuckled. "Another one?"

You shook your head frantically. "Please, Yoongi, it's too much!" your wails muffled into the sheets.

He was giving you a lot, your virgin pussy wasn’t used to such intense stimulation. Your thighs and ass were trembling, still having to hold the position for him and you didn't know how much longer you could. He ignored your pleas and delved his face back into your dripping heat, enclosing his lips over your sensitive bud once again. You cried out from the overstimulation and tried to crawl away but he was too strong—he grabbed you roughly and flipped you on your back. It was different seeing him, watching him do dirty things to you. It made your heart race and your nerves quake—as he spread your legs wide for him, he smirked at you and you blushed wildly. Thankfully, when he went down again, the pleasure was so heavenly you forgot about your shame. Eventually moving away from your clit, he rolled and dipped his tongue into your small hole. You immediately squealed from the foreign feeling and tried to shuffle away but he yanked your hips back down, holding your body in lock, before lightly tracing your entrance with a finger and his tongue moving back to massage your clit. Your moans and wails were uncontrollable, unfiltered, unruly. It was music to his ears. When he finally removed his mouth from you, you were whining for it back.

"You like it when I eat your little pussy, don't you?"

"Yes!" you moaned, cheeks flushed red.

He sniggered, kissing your inner thighs, two sloppy kisses on each. “Now, tell me, babydoll, where do you touch yourself when you think about me?"

He locked your gaze and you felt his words in the pit of your stomach. His lips and chin were glistening from your arousal and his eyes were dark and rich with desire. You stuttered so he demonstrated.

"Here?" He asked, tapping your drowned entrance.

You shook your head.

“Here?” He asked again, tracing his finger up to your clit and rubbing small circles.

You nodded shamefully, moaning and bringing a finger to your mouth to bite. He chuckled while prepping your small entrance. It was obvious it had been completely untouched so he wanted to be extra thorough, especially if his cock was getting anywhere near it tonight. You were squirming the entire time and it didn't take long for you to get anxious.

"Yoongi," you whined.

"Patience, baby," he hushed, "no one has touched you here before."

He initiated small pushes, only fingertip deep but it had you digging your nails into his biceps. You were tighter than he thought. Pushing that primal excitement to feel that around his cock aside, he kissed you to calm you down. It was also a perfect distraction to plunge his finger knuckle deep inside you.

You squealed into his mouth but he kept kissing you as he pumped, slowly and accurately. You were moaning so loud and brazenly, goosebumps were forming on his skin. It was a dream come true having you this way, trembling underneath him. Although his fantasies didn't come close to the real thing, close to you. Your mouth was so sweet he couldn't stop tasting it. Your lips so soft and your moans so sensual. He couldn't believe he ever tried to hold out from you. Once your walls started to mould to his movements, he decided to push another finger inside you and you didn't take it very well.

"Baby, you have to relax, ok?"

You nodded, trying your best to breathe through it all. He pumped you slower this time and peeled your shirt and bra off of you so he could trail kisses down your body. He stopped at your nipples giving each of them a lick. It was good but you knew what you wanted. Putting a hand on the top of his head, you shoved his head further down and he chuckled. Without any further protests he added his mouth into the mix, softly licking your clit, calming you, relaxing you and soon—he was smoothly pumping two fingers in and out of you and you were groaning and hissing in satisfaction. He sped up and it forced you to shoot up and prop yourself up onto your elbows. You watched him work with your mouth agape, enchanted, possessed by how good he was making you feel. Your second orgasm of the night wasn't far away as he pumped faster and faster, curling his fingers to hit a spot inside you that you didn't know existed and caused you to scream at the top of your lungs. You let go—your pussy clenching around his digits, your limbs trembling and your eyes rolling back.

"Oh my god," you breathed as Yoongi slowed down for you to ride out your orgasm and eventually, slid his fingers out of your warm cavern. He didn't reply or acknowledge you. Instead, he licked his fingers clean and then began to undress—this whole time he had been clothed while you were fully naked, offering your sweet body to him, giving him all the power. It made sense, you had begged for this moment and he was giving it to you.

"I’m gonna fuck you now," he rasped, having discarded his shirt and now undoing his belt.

You didn't know if you had it in you, but there was no way you were about to back out now—especially when his rock hard cock sprung free and he let out a low sigh. The imagery, the moment, had you drooling. You wanted to touch him so bad. You wanted to feel how velvety and warm and pulsing his length would be, you needed to. You reached out for it, wrapping your small palm around the girth and stroking smoothly. A bead of precum leaked out of his tip and you tapped at it, playing with the sticky fluid before spreading it down his shaft. He hissed and you snapped your head up to watch his reactions. You gripped tighter and stroked faster, earning deep groans.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he cooed, fighting the urge to thrust up into your hand. You kept going, encouraged by the praise, until he grabbed your hands to stop you. "But, I really need to fuck you now."

You nodded before shuffling your nude self back onto the bed. You sprawled out across the bed, offering yourself completely. You focused on your breathing as he loomed over you. This time, he didn’t kiss you or caress you or prep you in any way and instead, lined himself with your entrance. Within seconds, within a few strokes of his cock up your slit, it was happening—he was gradually pushing inside of you. You grabbed onto his forearm to squeeze through the pain but he didn’t say anything, only groaning when his entire length was lodged inside of you, filling you to the brim. Your thighs were shaking, your walls were throbbing at the intrusion. He was still for a few seconds, still refusing to utter a word before he began moving—thrusting into you at a decent pace. You really didn’t expect to be so vocal but as the pain subsided into a subtle sting and then into actual pleasure, moans spilled out. He was fucking you and god, it felt amazing. You were enraptured by his cock, stuffing itself into you over and over, stretching you deliciously. You were pulling at the sheets, pulling at your own hair just needing something to hold onto. God, he felt amazing.

You started to get embarrassed again, watching him just stare at your centre, watching his cock slide in and out of you. You covered your face and your mouth, whimpering into your hands whenever he’d deliver a particularly hard thrust. Your muffled moans pulled him out of his trance and he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, your walls clenching around nothing—you almost whimpered at the loss of him, at the loss of feeling so full. He flipped you over, yanking your hips up, ready to continue fucking you from behind.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he cooed, slapping his cock on your ass.

“Yoongi, please,” you keened, wiggling your ass back, needing to feel full again.

He listened to your pleas, shoving himself back into you and pounding you at an unruly pace. From the angle, the position, he reached deeper inside of you, knocking you forward every time his hips were cushioned by your ass. You gave him all the control, submitting to him entirely. Every thrust was tinged with pain, but brought you closer to your end. You should have asked him so slow down, to be more gentle but you were hypnotised, entranced by the pleasure. You didn’t know how much longer you were to last. Yoongi felt your walls tightening and pulsing around him and he hissed.

“Are you gonna cum, huh, baby?” he teased you, keeping up his pace, pushing down the small of your back so he could pound deeper inside of you. You whined your answer and he sniggered, picking up his pace and then pulling out again, leaving you high and dry. You body gave out, flopping down onto the mattress—you whimpered feeling your release slipping away from you. He climbed over you, pulling your hair back. He really loved pulling your hair.

“Not yet,” he rasped into your ear, “I wanna see your face when you cum.”

You whined and he flipped your over, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist. He kissed you, which was a surprise, as he entered you again. He hit your sweet spot inside and it had your mouth agape and your eyes rolling back. You decided, then and there, it was your favourite position so far. He began rocking into you and you couldn’t control your moans. Having been so close to the edge, to be slowly built back up again, had your body trembling. He kissed your more, holding your hands above your head and from that angle, his pelvis began rubbing up against your clit.

“Oh my god!” you screamed against his lips.

He suddenly began thrusting faster and harder and sloppier. You could tell he was close, his breath jagged against your ear. He repositioned your legs, his arms hooking underneath your knees and pushing them to your chest. He jackhammered into you, chasing his release and before he found his—the coil snapped at the pit of your stomach.

“Oh fuck,” Yoongi groaned as your walls clenched wildly around him. He pumped, one, two, three times before spilling his seed into you with a growl. Your orgasm continued to rack through your body, igniting every nerve with ecstacy. He pulled out and jerked off violently, continuing to cum all over your pussy, splurts landing on your stomach. You felt his warm seed leak out of your entrance and drip on the sheets as your walls constricted. Yoongi groaned at the sight, slapping his softening cock on your soiled folds and making you whimper. As your high hit you and then dwindled away from you, so did your consciousness and within a minute or two, you fell into the most relaxed, dreamless sleep.

*

The other side of your bed was cold the next morning and surprisingly, you succeeded at holding back the tears. You didn’t ask for anything other than sex, you couldn’t expect more than that. You laid there, staring at the ceiling, nailing those words into your brain, repeating them, thinking them over and over until you could swallow the lump in your throat.

You fished for your phone on your nightstand, slapping wildly until you felt your cool screen. Tapping your lock button, you were surprised to see a lot of texts, two from an unknown number and the rest from Yoongi. Your heart felt less heavy knowing he didn’t just sneak out of your bed without leaving a note. You decided to leave his texts for last.

Speedily typing in your passcode, you were embarrassed to see Safari open on a news google search of Min Yoongi. Before meeting him last night, you had heard through the grapevine he was back from shooting a film overseas—you had to verify that information and there was no way you could ask your best friend who was also his sister. You thanked the heavens you didn’t pull out your phone at all throughout the night. If anyone saw that, if Yoongi saw it—you didn’t know if you could have lived that down.

Still groggy and squinting at the brightness, you accidentally refreshed the page and froze for a moment. You really needed to clear some memory. You tapped around until it finally loaded on articles posted 5 hours ago and pictures of Yoongi at the airport posted 3 hours ago. The articles, however, were about you and Yoongi. You couldn’t believe it, your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. You tapped into the first article to read and it was just like any other tabloid, harping on about this new mystery girl in Min Yoongi’s life—also spotted canoodling in the club by an inside source. You shook your head and sighed at the shamelessness of the gossip and the intrusive photographs. Thankfully, Yoongi did a good job of hiding your face and was a pro at fending off paparazzi. Your identity was safe.

Next, you tapped into your messages from the unknown number and the content made you gasp.

unknown [11:19:am]:

u better hav gotten laid last night or next time i’m layin u myself ;)

unknown [11:21:am]:

it’s jungkook btw x

You giggled while thinking of a reply and how wrong Yoongi was. No matter how flirty or sleazy his front was, you knew he was a decent guy—surely, Yoongi knew that too otherwise they wouldn’t be best friends.

you [1:01pm]:

mission completed!!

couldn’t have done it without u, evil mastermind ;)

Biting your lip to prevent the stupid grin from spreading across your face, you stared at the messages for a minute, hoping to see the three little bubbles initidicating typing. They didn’t appear so you tapped out of his messages, moving to Yoongi’s. You took a deep breath, scrolling up to the first one.

DON’T txt when drunk [7:31am]:

i had a plane to catch

DON’T txt when drunk [7:32am]:

trust me, i wouldn’t have left like that if i didn’t…

last night wasn’t a one night stand, i promise

i really do have feelings for you, ____. i have for a while

DON’T txt when drunk [7:34am]:

we’ll figure this out

i’ll see you in a couple of months

You really didn’t know what to feel. You were willing to wait for him, of course you were—he was all you ever wanted and finally, you had him. You weren’t about to let him go. Although, you just wished so hard that it didn’t have to be so tricky, especially regarding the next text he sent.

DON’T txt when drunk [7:44am]:

oh and don’t tell my sister… not yet

And just as you read it, another text came through.

platonic loml [1:13pm]:

wtf were u doin w/ my brother at a club last night??

platonic loml [1:14pm]:

I kno ur the mystery girl bitch i helped u pick out that skirt remember

Fuck.

you [1:15pm]:

we were meeting up with a mutual friend

Your phone pinged almost immediately.

platonic loml [1:15pm]:

the fuck does that supposed to mean??

… are you….

you [1:15pm]:

NO

platonic loml [1:16pm]:

YOU TOTALLY ARE

you [1:16pm]:

???

platonic loml [1:17pm]:

DON’T PLAY DUMB!!

YOONGI FINALLY AGREED TO HOOK YOU UP AND THANK FUCK BC I’VE BEEN BEGGING HIM TO FOR YEARS BC I’M A GOOD FRIEND SO U NEED TO SPILL THE TEA!!!

YOU’RE FUCKING THIS MUTUAL FRIEND I KNOW IT!!!!

wHO IS HE?!?

You sighed. If you continued to deny her claim she’d only grow more persistent she was right and maybe, even put two and two together and realise it was her brother you were fucking. And you agreed with Yoongi that that couldn’t happen… not yet. Open on her messages, another message from unknown popped up at the top of your screen that read, “proud of you, lil babydoll ;)” and it gave you an idea. A terrible idea, but you did what you had to do. You typed out her reply without thinking it through and pressed send. You knew you were going to regret it. You definitely were going to regret it.

you [1:20pm]: 

jeon jungkook…

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