#namgi

inspired by: ARIRANG standard vinyl yoongi's version, iykyk. i literally self-combusted when bighit released the blurred preview of his poster— because he has no business looking so damn hot and sexy in those loosened tie, oh please!

Yoongi's stylist rolls her eyes the moment she sees you walking through the door, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

She’s probably still upset about what happened last week—when the button of Yoongi’s pants mysteriously went missing after the two of you excused yourselves for a moment.

You can still picture her sewing a brand-new spare button onto his pants like her life depended on it because there was no time left before he had to film his part for their album promotion. Meanwhile, you were just standing beside her, skin warm and flushed, mouth spent, and knees red.

Yup, you were the one responsible for the missing button. And yup, you gave your boyfriend a delicious blowjob that day.

Yoongi’s face lights up the moment he sees you strut your way toward him. Beside him is his make up artist making little touch ups of his make up and a staff member holding a mini fan to keep him from sweating too much.

“Hey, pretty. You came,” he greets you with a soft kiss, hugging your frame a little tighter than he should.

“Of course. My whiny, needy boyfriend has been texting since this morning,” you tease as you return the gesture.

“Your fault for not staying over last night,” he quickly counters, obviously still upset that you went back to your apartment yesterday.

Yoongi has been your boyfriend for more than three years now. All of his friends and everyone in their company know about your relationship, but it’s still hidden from the fans and the general public.

You both like it that way—for extra privacy and security.

These past few weeks, you’ve been staying at his house at his persistent request. But your landlord reached out the other day, asking if you could clear out your delivery packages, which had already piled up and were occupying the space at the security post.

You told Yoongi you badly needed to return to your apartment. Of course, he didn’t like that—but he had no choice.

“Still mad about that?” you coo, linking your arm with his as you lean your weight against him.

The staff that had been surrounding him are long gone now, giving the two of you some space.

“Nope, not mad at all. I’m just saying you’re gonna pay for it later when we get home.” His tone is a little cocky, but you know he’s serious.

“Hm. Can you just let it go? It’s just one night.”

“I slept alone…”

“Okay, drama queen. You’re being ridiculous,” you say with affectionate teasing.

He gives you a side-eye, lips curling upward. “Go on. Keep that attitude, and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

The idea of him punishing you for leaving him alone last night totally excites you. But knowing your boyfriend and what he’s capable of in bed, the possibility of you not being able to walk tomorrow isn’t far-fetched.

“Can I just make it up to you?” you ask, turning to face him and fluttering your lashes prettily to convince him.

“Mhmm. We can arrange that. How about we take five?”

“Oh— you mean now?” you ask, feigning surprise.

“Uh-huh. Yes.”

“But you’re still working, baby. Let’s do it after,” you reason, hoping he won’t push it further.

“No, I’m not. As you can see, only Jimin and Hobi are working.”

Both your gazes dart toward the front, where Jimin and Hobi are busy posing for their unit photos.

“Besides,” he continues in a near whisper, “I was working the other day when I nutted in that pretty mouth of yours. Didn’t seem like a problem then, did it?”

His hand comes up to your lips, slowly brushing the side of your mouth as if collecting something.

“Geez, Yoongi. Can’t really keep your hands to yourself, huh?” you tease again, getting him all worked up.

You hadn’t really planned on stopping by at this photoshoot. But when he sent you a picture of his look earlier, you almost touched yourself.

It doesn’t help that you’re currently in your ovulation phase.

Seeing your ever-so-hot boyfriend wearing sleek slacks paired with a white polo, sleeves folded up to his elbows and a grey necktie, makes you want to jump on him so badly.

“No, baby. I can’t. Especially when you’re out here wearing that skirt, looking like a whole damn meal.”

Shivers run down your spine as he wraps his arms around your waist, his hand squeezing the soft skin there.

“Easy. Your co-workers are here,” you whisper into his ear as you feel him tense.

Yoongi isn’t looking at you. His eyes are fixed on the other members working hard for their photos, but you know you’re occupying his mind right now. His flexing jaw is all the evidence you need.

You know all too well when your boyfriend starts acting like this. If he wants something, he better get it—or he’ll start demanding it soon.

Especially when it comes to you.

The end of this exchange can only result in two scenarios. First, he could become whiny and desperate because you won’t let him touch you. Or second, he could lose his patience from all the teasing and take care of you the way he knows you prefer.

“I really don’t care that much. Want to test that? Come with me and you’ll see,” he mutters, voice deep and low.

“Tempting,” you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder while his arms remain wrapped around you.

“Seriously, enough with the teasing, or I’ll be forced to really punish you when I get you alone.”

Yes. Run that patience thin. You need him to snap so he can rile you up later.

“I don’t think you realize that you’re not the only one upset about last night,” you continue teasing.

“Hmm? Yeah?”

“I had a hard time falling asleep last night. I’m so used to you fucking me to sleep like it’s my lullaby.”

You feel his grip on your hips tighten.

“I wasn’t very enthusiastic this morning either, because I woke up to my alarm instead of your dick stuffing me tight and full.”

His breathing grows heavier.

But you’re not done yet.

“When I showered this morning, I touched myself, wishing it was you—”

“That’s it, lady. You’re really making this hard for me.”

Your plan worked.

Yoongi’s face is now stern, jaws flexing, eyes dark as he grabs your hand and drags you toward the exit.

“Hyung-nim! I’m gonna take five,” he calls to his manager before the two of you leave the set.

He’s not asking permission. He’s just letting them know.

You have no idea where Yoongi is taking you until you find yourself in the area where the artists’ RVs are parked.

He hastily opens the door of a silver RV with his name written on it. He lets you in first, and you step inside without question.

By the time Yoongi locks the door behind him, you barely have time to react. He already has you pinned against the built-in dresser, kissing you torridly.

His tongue demands entrance, and you gladly let him in, deepening the kiss. His mouth devours yours, teeth scraping your lips with rough hunger.

Your hands instinctively wrap around his neck, resting on his shoulders. Tiny whimpers escape your lips every time his body presses harder against yours as your bodies sway together.

You hear the subtle sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by the soft fabric of his pants brushing your feet.

Yoongi’s hands come to your head, gently pushing you downward as he breaks the kiss.

You happily oblige, sinking to your knees, ‘cause you know exactly what treat is waiting.

His hand remains on top of your head as you settle at eye level with his hips. His fat, flushed cock stands upright—tall and beautiful.

You look up at him, meeting his gaze that’s locked on you, lashes fluttering before you wrap your hand around him and guide him to your lips. You flick your tongue over his mushroom head, slowly sucking his tip and tasting the salty precum.

You swirl your tongue around his head while sucking softly, drawing a groan from him.

“Hmmm, yes,” he hums quietly.

When you finish teasing the head, you release it with a soft pop. Without wasting any time, you take him into your mouth—deep, but not quite all the way.

Yoongi’s length is longer than your mouth can fit, but you try your best. You gag slightly when his tip touches the back of your throat, signaling your limit.

Still, a few inches remain.

You pause, adjusting your mouth to his girth. Then you place your hand on his hips for support and bob your head down until his tip brushes your throat. One, two, three bobs, and his cock is fully coated in your saliva.

He groans in protest when your mouth leaves his shaft, but his complaints vanish when you lick a stripe from base to tip. Then you lower your head further, angling yourself so you can play with his balls.

Yoongi’s chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as you press soft, wet kisses across his sac while pumping his shaft. Once satisfied, your tongue traces the underside of his dick, focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes him spiral.

A shaky groan escapes him, and his hand grows heavier on your head.

“Holy shit… yes. Just like that. Do that again,” he moans breathlessly.

And you do. You make sure your tongue stays soft as you trace every vein along his underside.

Then his dick is back in your mouth again—all the way in your throat.

You hollow your cheeks and he feels the suction hit him like a jolt down his spine. 

Mouth stretched obscenely wide around his girth, you started moving your head. Up and down, from base to tip, hitting your throat with gentle pressure each time you sink down. The slickness of your saliva lets you move faster. Your jaw starts to ache, but you like it.

Soon, spit gathers at the corners of your mouth, dripping messily down his shaft and over the hand pumping the rest of his length.

Yoongi loses every coherent thought. Low grunts and curses spill from his parted lips.

His hand slides to the back of your head, gripping your hair with a delicious pressure as you moan around him. The vibration makes his cock throb harder if it’s possible.

“Every day I never forget to be grateful that I get to fuck this mouth,” he pants.

You blush at the compliment.

Yoongi watches you take his cock like the good girl you are, his dark eyes fixed on your mouth as his cock pushes in and out of you with slick obscene sounds coming from it.

His grip on your hair tightens. You know he’s close.

To your surprise, he steadies your head, stopping your movement. You look up at him, his cock still in your mouth.

“Hold on, baby. Hold on,” he whispers, adjusting his stance.

Then he rolls his hips forward, testing a slow thrust.

“This okay?” he asks.

You nod in approval.

That’s all it takes for him to push deeper into your mouth, his tip pushed all the way in, almost past your throat hitting a soft and warm wall, choking you out.

Yoongi begins fucking your mouth. His head tilts back, lips parted as he groans like he’s in pain.

At first his thrusts are slow—pulling out halfway before pushing back in painfully slowly.

When he sees you’ve adjusted and aren’t choking anymore, his pace quickens. Each thrust is short and fast, stretching your mouth wider as spit spills everywhere and your gags grow louder and wetter.

Soon enough the RV is filled with Yoongi’s low grunts and string of curses along with the slick sounds of ‘gawk, gawk, gawk’ coming out of your mouth.

“Coming—fucking—hell,” he groans.

A tidal wave of pleasure overtakes him. His thrusts lose their rhythm as he nears climax, so you take over.

You release his cock with a pop and start pumping his shaft relentlessly with your hand, squeezing him tighter—just the way he likes.

“Baby, where do you want it?” you ask.

His head is still tilted back toward the ceiling. Only whimpers and broken groans escape him.

“Baby, tell me. Where?”

“Mouth—fuck—in your mouth,” he manages breathlessly.

Even in his haze, Yoongi is considerate enough to choose your mouth. He doesn’t want to trouble you by creating a mess on your clothes. Though if he’s gonna be honest, he’d love to cum all over your face and tits right now.

“Nice, now look at me. I’m down here,” you say softly, wanting him to see you swallow.

You watch as your boyfriend shudders beneath your touch. Your hand moves faster, controlled and firm, pushing him over the edge.

When you feel him throb in your grip, you open your mouth, tongue out, hovering his tip above it.

Hot ropes of thick white cum spill from his cock, splattering across your tongue and the roof of your mouth.

You keep pumping until he’s completely spent. Then you swallow every drop. Some spills at the corners of your mouth, and Yoongi watches as you collect it with your finger and lick it clean.

He helps you stand, pulling you into a kiss immediately, tasting himself on your lips.

When he finally pulls away, he squeezes your waist and murmurs,

“Your turn.”

“Thought you’d never offer,” you say, tauntingly playing with his tie.

“You kidding me? If it were up to me, I’d fuck you in every corner of this RV,” he replies, his voice low and breathy.

His hands roam your thighs, pushing your short white skirt upward until your pink lace panties are revealed. His fingers caress your wet folds over the thin fabric, drawing a breathy whimper from you.

He hurriedly guides you onto the empty table, pushing you on your back as he’s about to lower himself between your legs.

“Baby, we don’t have time for that. You need to get back soon,” you stop him.

“Need to prep you first, so you can take me.” He swats your hand away as it reaches for his face.

“You’re joking, right? The number of times I’ve taken your dick—I’m pretty sure I can manage without prep,” you chuckle.

You sit up and slowly unbutton your pink ruffled blouse— three buttons out to reveal your breasts snug in your bra. You make sure to flaunt them in front of your boyfriend.

Then you turn, your back facing him as you lean forward against the table. Your ass presses against his bare cock, which is beginning to harden again.

“If you’re planning to fuck me, you need to do it now before they call you back,” you tease, rocking your hips slowly, your skirt riding up to reveal your ass.

You hear Yoongi  quietly gasp. His hand lands against your skin with force as he swats your butt. Before you can react, another slap follows, making you wince in pain.

“Ah—shit,” you hiss.

His hand circles the red aching spot before he slaps it again—and again, and again.

Tears brim at the corners of your eyes as you try to endure the searing pain, unable to form any words.

“Trying to provoke me? Cute,” Yoongi chuckles.

“Yoongi, please—stop with the teasing.”

“Hmm, I thought you loved teasing, the way you did it to me earlier.”

“I need you now—”

“Mhmm?”

Yoongi pushes your panties aside and bluntly shoves his hard cock against your entrance. You cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as your walls stretch around his girth—but he doesn’t give you time to adjust.

He begins to thrust brutally, knocking the air from your lungs as your body scrapes against the smooth surface of the table.

“Hands,” he commands.

You know what to do. You pull both hands behind your back, resting them just above your ass. Yoongi takes hold, making sure they stay locked in place.

Your face is pressed against the table, your hair a mess around you, and all you can do is whimper as he fucks you relentlessly.

The first few thrusts sting from the lack of prep, but as his cock drives into you, you grow wetter and wetter until the loud, slick sounds of your pussy being violated fill the RV.

Yoongi’s free hand moves to your throat, gripping just enough to make your breath falter. He lifts you, forcing you onto your feet. One leg is placed on the table while the other remains planted for balance.

The position opens you up further. He gives your ass one last slap before thrusting into you again.

All you can do is mewl as he moves with intensity—unyielding. Yoongi manhandles you, his touch rough and unrelenting—and you love every moment of it.

His hand moves to your exposed, swollen clit. Letting go of your hands, he works you over, sending waves of sensation through your body.

The feeling becomes overwhelming. His thrusts grow faster and shorter, hitting your sweet spot each time, while his fingers move in firm, repetitive motions against your clit. His hand tightens around your throat.

“Too much—” you protest as everything begins to blur together.

“No, it’s not,” Yoongi growls against your ear. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Desperate for something to hold onto, your hands reach back, searching for him—but Yoongi abruptly changes his rhythm. He pulls out completely, then slams back into you, making your eyes roll as your fingers latch onto his tie.

“Yoongi—too much!” you protest again.

“I don’t think so. We’ve been here before. I’ve fucked you like this plenty of times—I know you can handle it,” he says, his voice deep and steady.

“Hmmm—fucking shit!” you moan, words failing you.

“Yes, baby, just like that. Show me how well you can take me. I know you can.”

Your grip tightens on his tie as you take every thrust.

“I’m coming—God—oh—you’re impossible,” you mutter, breathless.

Feeling consumed and intoxicated, your body involuntarily collapses onto the table. Your face hits the smooth surface with a dull thud, but it doesn’t make him stop from fucking your from behind.

Still gripping his tie, you pull him forward with you. The fabric tightens around his neck, forcing him to loosen it slightly.

“Stand up, baby,” he says.

You don’t move—you can’t. You stay there, whimpering, gripping his tie as your nails scrape against the table.

“Shit.”

Realizing you won’t get up, Yoongi grips your hips and focuses entirely on his thrusts. He’s close—but you need to come first, so he pushes harder.

Your body jolts with a loud gasp when his tip brushes your g-spot. Noticing your reaction, he targets it, driving you toward your peak.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Holy—shit—that’s—so good,” you cry as your orgasm crashes over you.

Your release spills around him, making every movement slicker, faster, deeper—until it sends him over the edge as well.

“Inside?” he asks, breathless.

“Inside.”

With that, Yoongi finishes inside you. Your walls clench around him as warmth floods through you, milking him completely.

When he finally pulls out, a mixture of your releases spills from your gaping hole.

A few seconds later, silence fills the RV once more—broken only by your heavy breathing as you both struggle to catch your breath.

The set is still hectic, yet somehow organized, when the two of you step back in.

Namjoon stands beneath the harsh studio lights, scanning the room like he’s searching for someone—until his eyes land on Yoongi.

“He’s here, finally!” Namjoon calls out to the director.

You watch as Yoongi’s makeup artist and hairstylist rush over, fussing over him, checking every detail as he makes his way across the set.

“Yoongi, double time!” the director shouts through the megaphone.

The photoshoot starts the moment Yoongi reaches Namjoon’s side. You stay where you are, quietly observing like you always do, until a staff member monitoring the screen leans in and whispers something to the director.

“Okay, cut! Hold on a second—why does Yoongi look like that?” the director says sharply, turning toward his stylist.

Shit.

Your gaze follows the stylist as she quickly gathers her things and hurries over to your boyfriend, clearly flustered.

“The brief said clean and dapper. Why is his necktie like that?” the director’s voice cuts through the noise.

And just like that, everyone’s attention shifts to Yoongi’s loosened necktie—including yours.

You freeze.

You had fixed his outfit earlier in the RV, but you didn’t think anything of it. It looked good on him—effortless, natural—you assumed it was meant to be that way.

Then it hits you.

The way your hand had grips the same tie earlier. The way you pulled him closer as the two of you mess around.

Warmth rushes up your cheeks.

“Can we leave it like this?” Yoongi speaks up, calm and unbothered. “I like it. I think it’s better.”

The director glances at the staff beside him. They exchange a few quiet words you can’t quite hear.

“Fine. Leave it,” the director finally says.

The stylist exhales and steps back.

As everyone resets, Yoongi glances over at you—and winks.

You try to hold it in, but you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face.

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