#suga ff

— gets quieter before leaving but not in a sad way. more thoughtful. like he’s mentally trying to memorize your routines before he has to be away from them again

— the type to casually ask “you’ll call me if something happens, right?” instead of directly admitting he’s worried about leaving you

— absolutely makes songs while thinking about you but will deny it immediately if you point it out

— starts sleeping later before tour because he doesn’t want to waste time unconscious when he could still be beside you :(

— prefers quiet nights together before leaving. takeout containers on the coffee table. tv playing softly. your legs thrown over his while he scrolls through random videos

— acts completely normal the morning he leaves but holds your hand a little tighter right before he has to let go

during tour boyfriend!yoongi :(

— terrible texter during busy days but sends random messages at like 3am because that’s when he finally slows down enough to miss you properly

— the type to send pictures with zero explanation : blurry studio setups. late night ramen cups. city lights outside hotel windows

— facetimes you while laying in bed half asleep, voice rough and quiet because he’s too tired to pretend he isn’t exhausted

— honestly misses silence with you the most. just existing in the same room without pressure to talk

— sends short voice notes instead of paragraphs. little “heard this and thought of u” messages attached to unfinished demos or songs he’s working on

— definitely falls asleep with the tv running in hotel rooms because complete silence feels too empty without you there

— when he misses you really badly he gets clingier in subtle ways :( answering your texts faster, staying on calls longer, asking what you’re doing every hour

— secretly rereads your messages before concerts sometimes because they calm him down more than he’ll ever admit

— acts like tour is just work to him but quietly tells you one night that every hotel starts feeling the same after a while

after tour boyfriend!yoongi :)

— coming home with him feels calm :) no dramatic entrance. just him dropping his bags, pulling you into his chest, and staying there for a long moment like he finally relaxed

— immediately changes into comfortable clothes and settles beside you on the couch like he’s reclaiming his spot again

— domestic affection with him is quiet but constant after tour :) forehead kisses while passing by, hand resting on your knee, pulling you against his side while watching movies

— absolutely the type to stand in the kitchen late at night eating snacks with you while talking softly about random things he thought about during tour

— loves the peaceful parts of being home most : hearing you in another room while he works, falling asleep beside you, rainy mornings where neither of you has to be anywhere

— starts bringing you into his studio more after tour because he missed your presence there while he was away

— spends the first few nights back sleeping deeper than he did the entire tour because being beside you finally lets his body relax again

— after tour he loves you in an even quieter way. comfortable. steady. like home became less about a place and more about wherever you are

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You were driving home together when it happened. Yoongi was parking the car, had put it in reverse, looking out the rear window with his arm slung around the back of your seat while backing into the open spot. You’d told him something about - what even was it...? Some random post you’d seen online about sourdough. And he didn’t listen because he was busy concentrating on parking. He’d asked you to come again once he turned off the car and you said something along the lines of it’s alright, you never listen to me anyway. 

It was supposed to be a joke. Obviously! You’d even grinned while saying it but had turned your head away from him to look out the window in a dramatic display of feigned offense. Yoongi didn’t catch the sarcasm. And he huffed. Then shook his head and got out of the car without another word. That’s when you started to get pissed. He really thought you were that much of a bitch, huh? Okay then. 

Neither of you were in the mood to address it, busy seething with a subtle broil of pent up irritation as you entered your shared apartment. He tried to ease the tension by pushing your shoulder with a playful nudge of his while you slipped out of your shoes. You scoffed though, still griping about him believing you’d be upset over something so trivial. And yes, the irony was lost on you. He let you be then, knowing you’d come around after a while and needing a minute to clear his head himself.

Some hours have passed since, the cool down phase in full effect and you drop on the couch after a long shower that brought some sense of balance to your brain. This ‘fight’ was so stupid, it almost makes you laugh. You shake your head, pulling your bath robe tighter as you swipe on your phone when he walks past you, then stops. He’s testing the waters, you can tell from the way he monitors your body language; how you will or won’t react to his presence. You raise a brow while looking up at him, the corner of your lip pulling upwards. A truce. One he decides to accept, judging by the way he trudges closer.

“You feel better?” he asks and you know he worded it that way on purpose, so as not to ask you if you’ve finally calmed down. 

You huff out a breath, laughter mixed with a hint of reluctance, because that question still suggests that you’ve been overreacting. You don’t pin him down on it, though. Not yet at least. Rather, you return it. “And you?”

“Mhm.” He bends his knees until he’s crouching before you, his eyes now level with yours, one hand resting on your knee for support. “We were both being stupid, huh?”

Yeah, he’s right. Still, you don’t have to admit it right away. “I was just joking, you know? When I said you never listen to me.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he sighs. “An hour too late, I guess.”

The honesty makes you laugh and you drop your phone somewhere in the cracks of the couch cushions. 

Yoongi takes it as an invitation - an unspoken extension of the truce that, if handled correctly, could even lead to peace. “I’m sorry baby,” he says before he leans in. “Let me make it up to you.”

You’re closing in as well, meeting his lips for a single kiss. Smiling now, you might have an idea on how he could fulfill that proposition. “And how would you do that?”

Yoongi cocks his head to the side with a smirk, eyelids narrowing as he thinks about it. He moves from crouching to resting on his knees on the floor before you, hand on the back of your head pulling you forward, so you’re still face to face even though he’s positioned lower than before. He kisses your cheek, lips wandering along your jaw and down the side of your throat where he sucks lightly, making your breath hitch. When his nose traces your earlobe he detaches from you but stays close, whispering, “I’ll do the thing for you.”

“The thing?” Oh, you know exactly which thing.

“Yeah,” he breathes against your neck while his right hand reaches for the lapel of your robe. He rubs the soft material between his fingers before gently pushing it aside and slipping them under. “The thing you like so much, you know.”

With the back of his hand now resting on the supple skin of your chest he pulls his head back to look at you. 

“Hm, I don’t know what you mean,” you lie as you move closer for another kiss. He leans in harder now, sighing against your lips and pushes his tongue into your mouth. He flicks it against yours lightly, barely grazing you with its tip and it makes you chuckle how he’s subtly trying to help you remember. You pull back but keep him near by cupping his cheek. “Ah, that thing.”

His hand under your robe inches down, knuckles brushing over your nipple and the sensation makes it harden instantly. He finds the belt around your waist with his other hand and unties the knot with his thumb. His eyes widen slightly as the fabric falls open and drops loosely around your sides. It’s not like he hasn’t looked at you a million times before. Still, his lids show the tiniest of flutters every single time, the dilation of his pupils barely detectable. 

Yoongi leans in, not taking his gaze off your tits and latches onto your chest. With his lips around one nipple and his hand on the other, he sucks with a slight graze of his teeth and simultaneously rolls his fingers, pulling a gasp from you. 

The smirk on his face is dangerous, bordering on vicious, when he looks up at you. “You know, sometimes I think you’re only provoking those small fights for the make-up sex.” 

He straightens his back when you don't respond, his knees still on the floor and leans backwards as he snakes his hands beneath your legs. With a firm pull, he drags you down the cushion, so your ass rests at the edge of the sofa, your back now flat against the seat. His hands run up the skin of your thighs, grabbing them gently by the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up against your belly while spreading them. “Keep them like this for me, alright?” 

You do what he asked and hold your legs up with your hands, anticipation coiling tightly in your abdomen as you watch him with bated breath.

“So pretty,” he muses quietly when he looks down at you, nodding to himself as if he’s confirming his own remark while his eyes stay glued to your core. “Gonna make it up to you, yeah?”

You nod even though he doesn't wait for your answer anyway, already tilting his head down again but not closing in. He purses his lips a good few inches above your pussy and releases a dense wad of spit, letting it drop slowly so it stretches into a thick string, before it lands directly on your clit. You suck in a breath of surprise at the feeling, your hip jerking as hot slick that’s cooling down quickly trickles down your folds and Yoongi grins as he watches how it coats you.  

When he finally comes closer, his lips trace down the inside of your thigh, kissing and sucking the skin on his way. “Gonna eat you out so good baby,” he mumbles while his thumbs draw lazy circles around the outer edges of your labia. “You want that?”

“Yes,” you whine, mouth agape as you watch him descend. If you weren’t wet before, you certainly are now. “Want it so bad.”

Yoongi chuckles against your skin, hot breath fanning over the slick across your core. His lips are soft when he brushes them from where his thumbs work, up to your mound and his eyes snap to yours just before he closes the last bit of distance to place a kiss on your clit. You shudder at the contact, brows furrowed into a needy frown, to which he only grins. 

His tongue glides across you in calculated motions and - oh - when he flicks it, he’s really doing the thing that always makes your eyes roll back into your head. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out, removing your hand from your shin and bringing it down to stroke through his hair. Yoongi’s lids fall shut when your fingers catch hold of a thick strand to pull him even closer and he releases a muffled groan against you. 

He runs his tongue up and down your pussy in unhurried strokes, lapping at your entrance and tracing its outline before coming back up. His finger pushes into you right when his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly and kissing it softly as he applies pressure to his hand, entering you with one single, slow thrust. Your head falls back into the couch cushion when he pumps it in and out, curling it just right, so he hits the spot you need him to. 

“Right there,” you moan, fingers tightening around the hair close to his scalp. He knows, of course he does, that you like it right there and doesn't relent, his tongue still working its wonders while he adds a second finger, pushing and pulling and curling on their way out, making you feel like you’re going to explode. 

Fuck, the muscles in your abdomen are straining, breaths turning shallow and your legs begin to shake already. You're about to come, pulling him even closer and he groans against your pussy again. 

When you tear your eyes open to look at him, you notice him shuffling around a bit and wonder what he's doing. The coil in your belly relaxes at the slight distraction, eyes wandering over his hunched figure. Ah, he moved his free hand down into his pants. You twist your torso a bit to get a better view and take another peak to confirm. Yes, he pushed down his sweats and is jerking himself off while eating you out. 

You giggle, feeling yourself getting even wetter at the thought of him enjoying this so much he has to touch himself, but Yoongi looks up at you at the sound. 

“What's so funny?” he asks, a bit out of breath. 

“Nothing,” you answer as your fingers run across his scalp. “Just didn't expect you to multitask.”

His gaze drops down to his dick, a slight flush on his cheeks before he pulls up his pants. 

“No, don't stop. I like it.”

“Not planning on stopping,” he says as he stands up from the floor and offers you his hand. “Just changing the setting.”

You let him pull you up and guide you into the bedroom, where he pushes the bath robe from your shoulders and takes off his shirt. He pulls you to sit at the edge of the bed, tips of his fingers ghosting up your arms before he tangles them in your hair to pull you in. Your lips meet for a hungry kiss, Yoongi’s nonchalance slowly but surely dissipating. His hands roam your whole body and end up on your tits for a harsh squeeze while you sigh against his lips, desperately wanting to touch him too. You reach out for him, palming him over his sweats and earn a sharp exhale from him. He doesn't grant you access for long though as he pulls back, eager eyes now dark and almost impatient, taking in your figure before he slips away. 

You watch him moving up the mattress where he throws the pillows down to the floor and lays down flat on his back, his head right where the pillows were a second ago. 

“Come here and sit on my face,” he says as his hand already snakes down into his pants again. 

No need to ask you twice, of course you’re going to, you’re already on your way actually. You climb onto the bed and swing a leg over him, straddling his face between your thighs. Yoongi smiles up at you before pulling you closer by your hip. 

“Now let me finish this.” His words slur against your skin as you grab the headboard for support in hopes that it'll help you to come out of this alive. 

His strokes are quick now, diligently lapping at your dripping heat, making you throw your head back, nails digging into the wood in front of you. 

“God, fuck,” you sigh, wanting to tell him how good it feels but alas, you're lost for words, thoughts currently swimming somewhere too far away for your brain to catch up and form a coherent sentence.

You're afraid of suffocating him between your legs, thighs flexing absentmindedly to hold most of your weight up even though his left arm on your hip keeps pulling, pulling, pulling you down and you finally give in and relax. Now that you're really sitting down, he breathes out a groan so content, it vibrates through your whole body. 

Without a doubt he’s giving his all to make it up to you, kissing, tongue swirling, slurping you up until you see stars. Your hips start rocking on him on their own, needily grinding over his face as you chase your release and he seems to like that, judging by the way he hums against you at the constant back and forth. 

“Shit, I’m so close,” you gasp as he’s guiding your movements across his face, tongue rolling over your clit every time you glide over his lips. The coil in your belly tightens as you feel him stir and you turn your head only to see that he’s pushed his sweats down again, hand closed around his dick and stroking himself. The image propels you across the edge, fingers on the headboard digging harder into the wood while your other hand finds his hair to hold on to. With your head spinning and ears ringing, you shudder above him, riding out your high in quick motions, pussy clenching around nothing while he eats you out like you're his favorite meal. 

He’s not stopping his feast, still licking your throbbing clit until you have to pull off of him with a moan that ends up sounding more like a cry. Your body betrays you as you move and you practically fold, falling down on the mattress right next to him and landing on your back with a thump. 

Yoongi gets up on his knees while you gasp for air, towering over your figure with his sweats shoved down his thighs and he immediately presses himself against you, hand on his hard dick, rubbing it up and down your sensitive core. 

“Shit baby,” he grits out with his eyes closed, mouth glistening with your essence as he leans in for another kiss. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Yeah?” you ask, buying yourself a bit more time to calm down. You reach for him and replace his hand with yours, fingers wrapping tightly around his erection. “I’m still so sensitive though.”

His tip is halfway inside of you and his head falls back when you start pumping him slowly, dragging out the moment before he can push in further. “Please baby, you feel so good.”

It makes you chuckle when he begs and he knows you like it, so you can't help yourself from playing that game, still pumping him lazily while he holds himself back from sinking in fully. “Are you sure you've made it up to me properly? You were really mean earlier.”

“Shit, don't do this to me,” he almost whines. “I was so, so good to you, wasn't I? Made you come so hard.”

“Yeah, you did,” you tell him, gripping him a bit tighter as you roll your wrist on him and drawing another sharp breath from his lips while you kiss him. “So you’d say you’ve earned it, huh?”

“Yes!” He nods like you asked him if you should gift him a million dollars right now. “Yes, I’ve earned it. Please baby. Please.”

Can't deny him his wishes, not when he begs so nicely, can you? 

“Alright, yeah,” you whisper while changing the angle of your hold to line him up perfectly. “Go on and fuck me, baby.”

He thrusts in fully without any warning, pushing a moan from your lungs at the sudden intrusion and his lids scrunch together when he does. “Shit, sorry,” he mutters as he stills. “That wasn't… Couldn't help it. Did I hurt you?”

Your hands intertwine behind his neck as you shake your head and relax, getting used to the stretch. “No, it's alright.”

He leans in for a kiss, tongue twisting against yours as he pulls his hip back before he thrusts into you again. He sighs with each move, groaning when your lips part. Gripping your hips as he leans back, he holds you in place, fucking into you with force now and his eyes roll back like he’s losing himself in the feeling. “Always so fucking tight for me.”

The noise of your combined moans, your high pitched whines and his low grunts fill the room, accompanied by the quieter sound of his groin snapping against yours, quite like a beat to the carnal melody that the two of you are creating. 

Yoongi slides his hands down your legs and moves them to drop your ankles upon his shoulders, creating an angle that allows him to go even deeper than before. You're gasping for air from how he plows into you, the roll of his hips making his cock drag across your g-spot with every thrust. 

He grows frantic, spitting out curse words here and there before he takes your hand and guides it between your legs. “Make yourself come on my cock,” he directs with his head falling back between his shoulders. “That’s it baby, I can feel how close you are. Fucking squeezing me.”

He’s right, you are close again, now rubbing yourself in tight circles like he asked and it's like there's no air left in your lungs to exhale. Your muscles tense all over and you bite your tongue to relieve the pressure, watching him pump in and out of you over and over, a vein on his neck straining against his skin like it's about to burst.

“Come for me,” he groans, voice breaking to a tone so wrecked, you both know that no one will ever hear him sound like that but you. 

You follow his command, it’s not like you have a choice, another orgasm crashing all over you and draining your mind from everything that isn't him inside of you. Limbs convulse and sweat drips down your temple as the shuddering waves ripple from your core throughout your whole body. 

Your pussy clenches around him frantically and pulls him over the edge as well, so he can't help the moan from slipping out as his hips stutter with every spurt of cum that he fills you with. His head falls into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your sticky skin, still moving, still pressing himself in as deep as he can, like he wants to bury himself inside of you. 

“Shit,” he curses, muffled and drawn out, panting and revelling in the feeling of your cunt still wrapped around him so tightly. “I’m never pulling out of you, just so you know.”

You chuckle as you bring your arms around his back, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “You sure about that?”

He’s still breathing heavily and you feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin as he nods. “No doubt about it.” He lifts his head to look into your eyes. “Still mad at me?”

“Never was.”

Masterlist

He wasn't due back in Korea for another two days, and you knew the schedule waiting for him was relentless. With a world tour on the horizon, he’d spent the last few months practically living in his studio. The distance was already starting to feel like a physical weight.

With a heavy sigh, you fell back against the cushions. Your hand instinctively slid between your legs as you closed your eyes, letting your imagination take over to recreate exactly how good he always makes you feel.

°

It was a typical night, the kind that follows an exhausting work week. Drained by the relentless pace of the past few days, you had collapsed onto your bed, leaving the TV humming at a low volume as background noise. Within minutes, the fatigue won, and you drifted into a deep sleep.

Across the city, Yoongi was finally touching down in Korea. It was nearing midnight as he drove toward his penthouse—toward you. He’d already coordinated with his manager to pick up your favorite cheesecake, a small peace offering for his absence, as he navigated the quiet streets.

Stepping inside the penthouse, he felt an immediate sense of relief. This was home. The familiar sights and sounds of your shared space acted as an instant balm for his nerves. Between the recent album release and the high-pressure promotions, he had been wound tight for weeks, but the tension began to bleed out of his shoulders the moment he closed the door.

The apartment was bathed in shadow, save for the soft, amber glow spilling from the bedroom. He walked in to find you exactly as he’d imagined: sprawled across the mattress, your face half-buried in a pillow.

A small, tired smile tugged at his lips.

His gaze drifted over the familiar, endearing mess you always left behind—clothes draped over the couch, your phone plugged into the wall. He reached over and disconnected the charger, a silent, nightly habit of his.

After tucking the cheesecake into the refrigerator and washing away the grime of travel, Yoongi finally climbed into bed beside you. He moved carefully, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling you firmly into his arms.

He had missed you desperately.

The texts, the late-night calls, and the glitchy video chats of the past week had been a lifeline, but they were nothing compared to the reality of your scent and the tiny, soft whimpers you made in your sleep. He was finally back where he belonged.

°

The next morning, waking to the radiating heat of a body pressed against yours, you let out a sharp gasp of surprise. Your eyes flew open, landing immediately on Yoongi. He was fast asleep, his arms locked firmly around you as he held you against his chest, his breathing deep and peaceful.

Shit.

He was supposed to return last night, and you had completely passed out.

A soft smile tugged at your lips. You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his plush lips. He stirred at the touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

"Welcome home, baby," you whispered.

He let out a low chuckle, his raspy morning voice sending a delicious tingle through your entire body. "I missed you," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

"I missed you more." You snuggled deeper into his warmth, wrapping your arms around him tightly. The world outside didn't matter; you both drifted back into a light sleep, tangled together like koalas.

By the time you both woke again, it was nearly afternoon. The Sunday sun was high, but the relaxed atmosphere was short-lived. Yoongi was already in the shower, preparing for his upcoming night schedules.

"You have work again?" you pouted, leaning against the counter as you brewed some coffee.

"Yes, love. Photoshoots, interviews, and tour practice," he called out, pulling on a T-shirt and effectively blocking your view of his toned frame.

You walked over and handed him a steaming mug. "You look so tired, Yoongi."

"I am," he admitted, taking a sip. "My whole body is sore from the travel and the stage. But I’ve still got this."

"Do you want me to book a massage for you?" you asked, sitting beside him. You could see the slight puffiness in his face and the exhaustion clinging to his eyes.

"No, I'll be fine. My body just needs to adjust again since it’s been a while." You gently brushed the hair off his forehead, nodding in understanding.

"You were wonderful over there," you added softly. He looked up, his expression softening. "So handsome. Honestly, I wanted to jump through the TV at you."

A genuine chuckle escaped him, but your words hit their mark. Almost instantly, his ears turned a deep shade of crimson. Despite being a global star, he was still the same shy man who grew flustered under your praise. You didn't stop there, leaning in to continue your teasing, delighted by the way he looked when he was completely undone by you.

°

That night, fresh off work, you went on a mission. After ordering a massive spread of food, you headed straight to the HYBE building, where the boys were in the middle of a late-night photoshoot.

You hadn't sent a single text to Yoongi, determined to keep the surprise intact.

The manager guided you toward the set, but the moment you stepped into the room, the air was knocked clean out of your lungs. There he was. God. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with a grey tie hanging loosely around his collar, and his sleeves were rolled back to his elbows, exposing his forearms and veins. Before you could lose yourself in the view any further, the members spotted you and broke into bright grins.

"Seriously? You guys were incredible!" you cheered, moving into your usual role of hype-woman. You complimented each member on their individual US promotions while they descended on the food, the room filling with the sounds of laughter and lighthearted banter. This was your routine; you were the reliable fixture who dropped by with meals and shared quiet nights at their places. You were family.

"Thank you, Y/N! Your boyfriend was working pretty hard over there, too, you know!" Jimin teased, throwing a cheeky, knowing smile your way.

You did your absolute best to avoid looking directly at Yoongi, but the magnetic pull was unbearable. He looked devastating. So fucking hot, it was actually becoming a problem.

His hair was styled back with a sleek layer of gel, every strand perfectly in place. That loosened tie knot was a direct provocation; your hands practically ached to reach out, tighten the silk, and pull him into a kiss. And then there were his forearms—veins prominent and sharp. God, he was a vision.

"Yoongi-ssi, you're up," a staff member called out.

With a brief nod, Yoongi moved toward the set. A sleek electric guitar was handed to him, and he took it with practiced ease. You stood behind the scenes, the surrounding chaos of the crew fading into a blur as he began to pose.

He started mimicking the motions of playing, his expressions shifting into that cold, intense gaze that always made your heart stutter. It was exactly your type. And he was your man.

As he finished the unit shoot and walked back toward the group, his eyes caught yours, a silent, questioning tilt to his head. You just shook your head, unable to find words while your pulse hammered in your ears and your core ached with a sudden, damp heat.

After he changed and cleared his makeup, the atmosphere shifted back to effortless fun as the boys gathered to eat. You found yourself next to Jungkook, getting sucked into a mobile game with him; he was younger than you, and you couldn't help but find his competitive energy adorable.

"Ah, Hyung, are you actually going to play?" Namjoon asked, noticing Yoongi picking up the electric guitar again.

"Maybe he’s just trying to impress Y/N," Jimin added with a suggestive wink.

You felt your cheeks flush, but Yoongi didn't miss a beat. "I don't have to impress her," he replied, his voice brimming with a quiet, lethal confidence. "I already know she’s head over heels for me—just like I am for her."

Then, he began to play. His fingers danced across the strings with a precision that was agonizing to watch. A fresh wave of heat flooded you. You couldn't stop the illicit thoughts from racing. How would it feel to have those same disciplined fingers moving against you? To have him hold you possessively, his touch as rhythmic and commanding as his music?

You were far too gone to think straight, the urge to let out a low moan becoming nearly physical. Then, Yoongi’s gaze lifted. He looked directly at you, a slow, devastating smirk spreading across his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

It was finally time to head home. Yoongi caught his manager’s eye and gave a subtle nod, a silent request to leave the two of you alone. You were still vibrating with a desperate, heavy heat, your thoughts a tangled mess of the way his fingers had moved over those guitar strings. He opened the car door for you, and you slid into the passenger seat without a word, the silence in the vehicle feeling thick enough to touch.

"Are we going home?" you asked, your voice coming out far more breathy and strained than you intended.

Yoongi shifted the gear skillfully, his knuckles intentionally brushing against the side of your thigh as he moved. "Yes," he replied shortly.

"You—"

"Shut up." The command was sharp, low, and laced with a quiet authority that made you whimper instantly. He didn't even look at you, but a triumphant smirk played on his lips. His hand left the gear shift and found your thigh, his palm hot even through your clothes. He kept it there for the entire ride, his thumb tracing slow, torturous circles higher and higher toward your inner thigh, making it impossible for you to find any composure.

The moment the door to the penthouse clicked shut behind you, the atmosphere shifted from simmering tension to a full boil. In the darkness of the entryway, Yoongi didn't waste a second. He dropped his keys on the console and turned to you, his eyes dark with a hunger that matched your own.

He didn't say a word as he crowded you against the door, the cool surface of the wood a stark contrast to the searing heat of his body. His hands, those talented, dexterous hands you’d been obsessing over all night, finally found their mark, gripping your waist with a possessive strength that told you exactly how much he’d been holding back.

"I need you..." you whimpered, your fingers trembling as you fumbled with his top button. Yoongi let out a low, noncommittal hum, deliberately staying still to let your frustration peak. Driven by a desperate need to close the gap, you leaned forward and crashed your lips against his, your tongues tangling in a frantic, starving rhythm.

He let out a sharp growl, finally snapping and pulling you flush against him. "Fuck," you cursed breathlessly as he trailed searing, wet kisses down your cheek, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Every small moan that escaped you only seemed to make him harder, the tension between you vibrating like a live wire.

In a blur of tangled limbs and heavy breathing, you moved toward the bedroom. The air was thick with the sound of frantic kissing and low groans. Yoongi pushed you back onto the bed—the movement a perfect balance of gentle and rough—and your head hit the pillows as your eyes rolled back, pinned under the sheer intensity of his gaze.

"Remove your clothes," he ordered, his voice dropping into that firm, authoritative tone that always turned your insides to liquid.

You were already reaching for your top when he spoke again, his voice like velvet over gravel. "Slowly. Strip slowly, baby."

Yoongi retreated just an inch, his hand moving to possessively stroke the prominent bulge beneath his slacks. He watched with predatory focus as you unhooked your bra, his eyes darting hungrily from your breasts down to the curve of your legs. Taking the cue, you bit your bottom lip and let your tongue trace the edge of it, knowing exactly how much that small, deliberate gesture completely undid him.

You kicked your jeans aside until you were left in nothing but your lace panties. He gave a sharp, single nod of approval, and you finished the task, sliding those off as well.

"Bring them to me," he ordered, his voice dropping an octave. "Crawl to me.”

Your body was physically aching for his touch, a dull throb settling deep in your core, but you knew the rules. You knew the payoff for this patience would be world-shattering. You crawled across the mattress toward him, the fabric of your panties clutched in your hand. His eyes darkened to a near-black as he watched the movement of your body, his gaze fixated on the way you moved for him.

When you reached the edge of the bed, you handed them over. Yoongi took the small scrap of fabric and immediately brought it to his face, inhaling the scent of your arousal deeply. A broken whimper escaped you, and your hand instinctively moved up to cup your own breast, desperate for some form of friction.

"Did I tell you that you could touch them?" he barked, the sudden authority in his voice making you jump.

Your hands dropped to your sides instantly, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"Lay back. Spread your legs," he commanded. You obeyed, shifting until you were exposed. "Wider." You pushed your knees further apart, baring yourself completely to his predatory gaze.

Your wetness was glistening under the dim bedroom lights, a sight that made him lean back against the wall with a low, guttural growl. His hand continued to stroke the heavy length trapped in his trousers. "Did you touch yourself while I was away?"

You nodded, unable to find your voice.

"You did?" Amusement flickered in his eyes, though his expression remained intense. "What were you thinking about?"

"You..." you whimpered, the honesty spilling out of you. "Your hands. Your mouth... everywhere. Your cock... fucking me until I couldn't breathe."

"Do it now," he commanded, his eyes locked on yours. "Imagine I’m not even here. Touch yourself for me."

Your breath hitched, but you followed his lead. Your fingers moved down, slowly parting your folds and finding your swollen clit. You began to rub in slow, agonizing circles, your eyes darting between the rhythmic movement of his hand over his bulge and the dark, hungry heat reflecting in his stare.

Yoongi was losing his mind watching you. The sight of you, completely undone and slick for him, was the final blow to his restraint. He didn't bother with the rest of his clothes; he simply unzipped his slacks and freed his hard, flushed cock, fisting himself with a low, desperate groan.

Your eyelids grew heavy, fluttering shut as you began to tease your own entrance with your fingers, spreading the slickness in agonizingly slow circles.

"Eyes on me," he commanded, his voice strained and raw.

You snapped your eyes open, meeting his gaze as he began to pump his hand rapidly. His breathing was ragged, his entire body tensing with every stroke. He didn't look away from your pussy for a second, watching the way your fingers worked against your skin.

"Yoongi... Yoongi.." You moaned his name loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet penthouse. You were right on the edge, the tension in your lower stomach coiled tight and ready to snap.

"Fuck, baby. Come for me. Right now," he growled, his own pace becoming frantic, his knuckles white as he gripped himself with punishing force.

A sharp cry escaped your throat as the climax hit you in waves, your body arching off the bed as you came, your cream staining your fingers and dripping down your inner thighs. You lay there, chest heaving, watching through hooded eyes as Yoongi let out a guttural shout, his own release hitting him just as hard. He came across his stomach and the floor, his head falling back against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. Your entire body was vibrating, aching with the primitive urge to crawl over, touch him, and taste every bit of him.

"On your fours," he commanded.

You obeyed instantly, shifting onto your hands and knees. Soon, you felt the searing heat of his tip brushing against your folds, coating himself in the slick evidence of your release. You let out a loud, needy mewl as he teased the entrance, the friction almost too much to bear.

Slowly and deliberately, he pushed inside, stretching your walls as he filled you completely. You fisted the bedsheets, your knuckles turning white, and screamed his name into the quiet room.

"Y/N..." Yoongi groaned, his eyes rolling back at the sensation. You were so warm, so incredibly tight—it was a feeling he had been craving for weeks. He began to rotate his hips in a slow, circular motion, burying himself as deep as possible to ensure there was no space left between you.

You pressed your face into the mattress as he found his rhythm, his pace increasing with a raw, punishing force. Each heavy thrust sent a jolt through your system, the steady clap of his skin against yours and the weight of him behind you driving you over the edge.

"Mmh... oh, fuck," you gasped, your breath hitching.

Sensing you were hovering on the brink of another climax, Yoongi bit down on the curve of your shoulder and abruptly pulled out. Before you could protest the loss of heat, he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your back in one swift, commanding motion. The sudden shift made your stomach flutter with butterflies; you loved nothing more than when he manhandled you, moving your body exactly where he wanted it.

He pinned your wrists back and pinched your nipples, his gaze dark and possessive as he lunged back into you. You let out a sharp scream, your nails grazing along his back as you clung to him.

"So..." he grunted, punctuating every word with a hard, deep thrust, "...fucking... tight."

He gave a few final, desperate lunges before findng his peak, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he came inside you. He held you there for a long moment, his heartbeat thundering against your chest.

Eventually, he rolled to the side, and the two of you lay paralyzed by exhaustion, staring up at the ceiling as you fought to catch your breath. The only sound in the room was the synchronized rhythm of your heavy panting.

"That was so good," he murmured, a genuine, tired smile spreading across his face.

"Yes, I'm sure," you reply in exasperation.

"Are you sure? Do you have your phone?" she presses. You sigh and hold up your phone, the screen lighting up automatically to show your background. Your mom makes a face, "You should change that before you embarrass yourself."

You grin, looking down at your phone, seeing a picture of Yoongi stare back at you. You start to respond to your mom when an announcement comes over the loudspeaker.

Flight to Seoul, South Korea, boarding in fifteen minutes

"I have to go, I don't want to be late," you say, bouncing a little on the balls of your feet.

"Okay, let me know when you land." Your mom hugs you tightly.

"It's gonna be ungodly early here when I land," you point out.

Your mom nods, "I know. But I need to know when you make it safe."

You nod, before hugging her again and heading to catch your flight. "Love you, mom!"

When you make it to the plane, you buckle in quickly, practically vibrating in your seat as you wait for the plane to take off. A display in the back of the seat in front of you shows the estimated flight time. Just over fifteen hours, and you'll finally be in Korea. You take out your phone and earbuds, playing your favorite Agust D song, "Haegeum." You pull out a book and try to distract myself until the plane takes off.

Once the plane takes off, you decide to sleep for most of the flight. When you wake up, the display says it's only five hours until you land. You pull out your phone and connect to the plane's WiFi, pulling up the new music video for "Merry Go Round." You're absorbed in the video when a notification pops up. Clicking on it, you see someone posted pictures from a BTS concert. You smile and scroll through the pictures to find Yoongi, taking a screenshot and saving it. You then go back to watching videos for the rest of the flight.

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You jump a little when a voice comes over the loudspeakers, saying the plane will be landing soon. You shove your phone and book into your purse and look out the plane's window. As you descend, you can see Seoul beneath you, and you're practically vibrating in your seat.

Once you land, you squirm and fidget as you wait for the aisle to clear enough for you to get off. When you finally make it off the plane, you're hit with the realization that you're actually here and not just daydreaming. You made it.

When you make it through customs and out into the city, you can't help but stare. There's so much to see, you don't know where to look. Giant skyscrapers surround you, covered in huge screens advertising dozens of products and companies; it's overwhelming.

As you make it to the subway bound for Seoul National University, you repeat Korean phrases to yourself, tugging your suitcase with you. When the subway pulls into the station, you scramble onto it, only to realize you don't have a way to pay yet. You'd forgotten you need a T-Money card to pay for public transportation. You're apologizing profusely to the other passengers when you hear a voice behind you say, "I'll pay."

Turning around, you see a girl around your age, holding her card ready. "Thank you so much!" you exclaim, grateful.

After she pays, the two of you sit together as you ride to the university. After several long minutes of silence, she introduces herself. "My name is Park Jung-Young," she says in clear English, and you can't help but look at her in surprise. She is very clearly Korean, yet she speaks fluent English and doesn't have an overtly strong accent.

"My name is Y/N," you oblige. "Where are you from?"

"Anchorage, Alaska. We moved there when I was six, but I've always wanted to come back to Korea," she replies.

"That's kind of cool! I've been wanting to come here to study Korean since I was fifteen," you exclaim.

You talk to Jung-Young during the rest of the trip to Seoul National University, telling her the more sane reasons you want to learn Korean. She tells you she wants to become a stylist at KQ. You tease her, trying to get her to tell you exactly who's stylist she wants to be, but she refuses to tell you.

For some reason unknown to you, Yoongi insisted on staying over at you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment despite living only a few more minutes down the road. And although you tried sending signals to Jungkook that you don’t want Yoongi in your apartment, your tender-hearted boyfriend doesn’t have the heart to deny the elder's request.

All things considered, the closeness isn’t so bad. The combination of the smell of Jungkook’s aftershave and his long fingers drawing absentminded shapes on your thighs has you sighing contently into his shoulder. Coupled with the large amount of boozy eggnog you consumed at Hoseok’s new year's party, you’re positive you’re slipping towards the best sleep of your life; feeling safe, warm, and secure in his arms.

That is until Jungkook’s hand creeps closer towards the hem of your shorts; the baggy ones you stole from his wardrobe that provides ample space for his large hand to slip into the pant leg. You look up to see if it's a mistake, your heart thrumming a bit quicker in hopes that it isn't. Jungkook stares straight ahead, barely glancing down at you, and you scoot closer to place a small kiss on his neck.

But then he does it again.

This time, when your eyes slide over to his face, Jungkook can't hide the small, mischievous smile. You're about to say something when he silences you with a glance. He juts his chin to the TV, a silent prompt for you to keep your eyes straight ahead.

Even though you're prepared for the next contact, it's hard to keep your moans to yourself when he drags his knuckle over your clothed slit. His finger goes up and down; from your clit to your entrance, and back again. Your body responds to his touch; your spine locking in place as the world blurs around you.

"Jungkook," you whimper faintly.

You spot the tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as his hand stills, head whipping towards the couch.

You follow his gaze to find that Yoongi's still asleep.

Jungkook adjusts your seating so that your back lies flushed against his chest. He dips his head to nip at the shell of your ear before whispering, “Shhh. We don’t want to wake our guest up. Try to be quiet, yeah?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod.

Jungkook lifts the hem of your shirt and pulls the cups of your bra down. He squeezes your tits together as his thumbs circle and roll your hardening nipples. His lips make their way to your neck, just at the base of your hairline, where they attach themselves on the tender skin. Your mind is set aflame at the languid way he paws and fondles your breasts.

Your boyfriend is pretending to be completely oblivious to the torture he’s set. You have to choke back a groan when Jungkook twists your nipples between his forefinger and your thumb, the strike of electricity causing your body to shudder. He repeats the action a few more times, rolling, pinching, tugging, turning you more and more putty in his hands. Jungkook couldn’t care less about the way you squirm. He ignores the way your thighs press together or the way you’re biting back moan after moan as you're left completely at his mercy.

Every few seconds, your eyes trail to the sleeping figure to your right, and when you deem that Yoongi is still spending his time in dreamland, you allow yourself a small mewl of ecstasy.

“Can I make you cum with your tits, babe?” Jungkook whispers into your neck as he licks some of the marks he’s left behind.

“I don’t know… I don’t t-think so?” you respond. Yet when he tugs your nipples with such force that it has your back bending towards his palms, you feel lighting strike your spine, and for the first time that night, you moan loud enough that it causes Jungkook to remove his hand from under your shirt to clamp around your mouth.

After determining that Yoongi is still very much asleep, Jungkook forces his remaining hand underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties, discarding the garments onto the floor.

“What did I fucking say about being too loud, huh? Fucking Christ!” he growls as he thrusts two of his fingers inside until they hit the back of your throat.

Jungkook pinches your clit in punishment, and your back curves at the sharp pain. You can’t moan; can hardly breathe with his thick fingers crowding your mouth. He does it again, much harder than the last before slipping the tip of his pointer finger inside your hole, thrusting shallowly on purpose to miss the sensitive patch of nerves. Your hips try to chase after the lingering sensation, but his muscled forearm holds you in place, and you’re left squirming; helpless as he draws out your suffering.

“If only you listened to me earlier,” he tuts mockingly, giving the shell of your ear another harsh nip.

You whine in disappointment when Jungkook removes his finger from your cunt, but that earns you another harsh pinch, forcing you to swallow the curses that's threatening to bubble up. You're thrashing in his arms, frustrated at the lack of stimuli. You hear the muffled sound of a zipper opening, and Jungkook bucks his hips into your core as he slides his shorts down. Your eyes roll shut when he does it again.

The soft material of his boxers give you ample friction against your nub, and you grind together with his movements, soaking the fabric with your essence.

“That’s it, angel, just like that. Yeah,” Jungkook groans.

He begins to thrust his fingers into your mouth in a rhythm that matches the sway of your hips. The stimulation is driving you crazy, and the fact that Yoongi is right there and could wake up any second fills you with a carnal hunger that only makes you grind harder. Faster.

“Pretty angel. You wish it was my fat cock in your mouth, huh?” He pinches your tongue between his fingers. “Look at you slobbering over my hand… You're such a fucking mess.”

“J-Jungkook…” you whimper through your crowded mouth. “Empty…”

“What’s that, angel? What’s empty? Is it this cunt of yours?” Jungkook cups your core with his large hand, and begins to grind slow circles on your clit with the heel of his palm before tugging his cock out from its confines.

He taps the blunt head of his cock against your core. "Is this what you want?"

Despite having memorized it, you want nothing more than to see Jungkook’s thick length as he slides the head against your puffy lips. You slide your messy cunt over his shaft, and your head rolls back when the tip slips inside. That small burst of euphoria would explode in your brain, but Jungkook has other plans, and he always pulls out before you’re able to plunge him fully inside.

This little game that he’s playing is getting old, but with your mouth still full, you can’t make any requests aside from the short frustrated grunts of air as Jungkook, yet again, slips out from your pulsing walls.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Jungkook chuckles into your ear. “Aren’t you afraid that Yoongi might wake up?” Mercifully, he slips his fingers out of your mouth so you can speak.

“You started this,” you whine.

“And I can stop it too.”

After uttering those words, Jungkook stills completely. When you look back in dismay, he wears a cocky smile, his hands crossed in front of his clothed chest, with an eyebrow raised up in a challenge.

“Sup?” he asks mockingly with a tilt of his chin.

You say nothing as you stare into his eyes, annoyed that he's fucking with your right now. You squeeze your thighs together, surrounding his length with your warmth, but he doesn’t react; that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

Looks like you’re going to have to wipe that off yourself.

Keeping your eyes on him as best as you can, you prop your hands on the arms of the chair. Lifting your body slightly, you squeeze and unsqueeze your thighs around his length. The gasp from behind you is all you need to feel triumphant, your lips curving upwards into a victorious smirk. Yet it doesn’t last, because Jungkook, in his immeasurable strength, is able to hold you down and force your legs apart.

“Fine. Here’s the cock you fucking love so much.” He rasps the harsh words in your ear before he lifts you up by the thighs and buries his cock into you in one fluid motion.

Your body shudders at the sudden intrusion; your head lolling backwards onto his shoulder limply.

“So goddamn tight,” he hisses through his teeth. “Don't go passing out on me, you have a job to do.” Jungkook takes hold of your hand and brings it towards your clit. “Rub that pretty pussy for me until you cum.”

Underneath the blanket, you’re beginning to burn, its soft fabric scratchy against your sensitive skin. But you keep it on, afraid to expose your depravity to Yoongi, even if he’s still sound asleep. You glance towards the sleeping figure one more time while you move your fingers with uncertainty.

Is he really asleep? Can't he hear the soft pants that's spilling past your lips?

Jungkook pinches your nipples in warning. "Get on with it, angel."

At first, your fingers shake as you press ight circles on the sensitive nub, but you eventually find a good rhythm; your hips rocking into your palm.

“That’s it baby,” he groans, his eyes rolling back. “I can feel you tightening up for me. It feels so fucking good.”

His own hands return to your tits, although his touch this time is much gentler. When you’re close to the peak, Jungkook demands that you speed up, replacing your fingers with his own as he tips you by the hair so he can watch every hint of bliss on your face.

Jungkook opens his mouth to mimic your own quiet moans. “Oh shit, so tight for me. God, I want to bend you over and fuck you until you scream.” Then he hisses as your walls pulse around him before delivering a spank on your clit. “What the fuck? Is that what you want? Oh, you filthy fucking bitch. Does the thought of being watched turn you on? Fine then,” his hand leaves you to rip the blanket away from your burning figure, “try not to scream.”

With both hands under your thigh, Jungkook pulls you up so that only the tip of his cock remains inside of you before forcing you back down. “Oh, fuuuck!” he groans with careless abandon. He uses your body like a rag doll, moving your hips for you as he sinks repeatedly into your heat.

“Shit… Jungkook…” It’s impossible to keep your voice down with Jungkook spearing inside of you. Your brain has turned to mush – hyperfocusing on just the pleasure between your thighs.

You twist towards Jungkook, catching him on the lips between raspy moans. You’re hot, sweaty, and your thighs are starting to ache, but you continue to chase that bliss like a madwoman, grunting at every drag of him inside.

“I’m close,” you whisper into his mouth.

“Good, fuck, me too,” Jungkook husks. He catches your tongue between your lips and sucks at the tender muscle. "Cum with me, baby. I can't wait to fill you up."

You moan dutifully in his mouth, caught in the dizzying sensation—

“What the fuck?”

You yelp as you scramble away from Jungkook. You pull the blanket off the floor to cover yourself, even though you know it’s too late. Yoongi definitely saw everything, although right now, he seems to find your beige-coloured walls to be suddenly interesting.

The seconds seem to tick by slowly. Ugh. This was precisely why you didn’t want anyone to sleep over in your shared apartment. How the fuck are you going to get out of this mess?

Jungkook has the gall to look sheepish, flashing the older man a cute smile that shows off his dimples. “Sorry, I was horny, and she’s so soft, yknow?”

“You couldn’t have, I don’t know, moved to the bedroom?” Yoongi asks, appalled.

You’re about to apologize to save your modesty when Jungkook scoffs behind you, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on! This is our apartment, we can fuck wherever and whenever we want.”

Yoongi drags his palm over his beet-red face, still refusing to look at the two of you. “That doesn’t mean the living room where there’s a fucking guest sleeping not even a foot away, asshole!”

“For the record, you’re the one intruding,” you huff.

“Yeah! So, it’s technically your fault,” Jungkook chimes in, and squeezes you against his chest. “Feel free to leave, by the way, the door is that way.”

The silence lingers. Yoongi’s fidgeting; he’s crossing and uncrossing his legs. It's then that you wonder why he hasn't gotten up to leave, but you quickly find your answer when your eyes fall past the black turtleneck that shows off his built chest, and onto his lap.

You're about to say something when Jungkook cuts you off, muttering curtly, “Ugh, whatever. If you don’t mind, I have to give my girlfriend a mindblowing orgasm. You can leave or you can join us.”

“Jungkook!” You and Yoongi shout in unison, but for very different reasons.

He rips the blanket away from you and continues his pace as though Yoongi didn’t just interrupt you and he isn’t now watching you fuck. You’re having a hard time feeling embarrassed, because it’s been replaced with relief. Now, you can moan however loud you want without the risk of waking up another human being.

You slide your eyes towards Yoongi, and to your surprise, you find his eyes already on you. His adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. You peel Jungkook’s hand away from your hip, and place his fingers in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you coat the digits with your spit, and you groan audibly when Jungkook pushes them further inside.

“Shit.” Yoongi swallows again, still full of hesitancy.

Jungkook responds with a breathy chuckle. “How about you replace my fingers? I don’t think my girl will be satisfied if you don’t join in on the fun.”

You moan in agreement, fluttering your eyelids for added effect.

With an audible groan, Yoongi stands from the couch. On his way to approach you, he strips himself off his pants and boxers, showing off his impressive length. Your mouth salivates at the thought of his cock in your mouth. He's thicker than Jungkook, but not as long. You want to lick the veins that decorate his shaft, all the way down to his balls. Yoongi's cock twitches as you ogle openly, but what comes out of his mouth is–

“A-Are you sure this is cool?”

“Fuck, Yoongi, just stick your dick in her already,” Jungkook groans.

You find this sort of hilarious – how the normally stoic Yoongi can be rendered so speechless. You know better than anyone that your boyfriend has a one-track mind. Right now, Jungkook is hardly paying attention to what's happening because he’s too busy chasing his own high. He couldn't care less whether Yoongi fucks you, but you secretly hope that the older man doesn't just pull up his pants and bail.

Your whine signifies to Jungkook that Yoongi isn't doing anything yet. With a click of his tongue in annoyance, he sits up and pries your mouth open by hooking his fingers into your cheeks, pulling your mouth apart. “Fucking hurry up! She's getting distracted with you just standing there.”

That's all the encouragement Yoongi needs to pull your head down so he can sink himself inside. Your lips are straining to enclose around his shaft, the sheer girth making it almost impossible for you to breathe.

“Okay, baby, you good to continue, right?” Jungkook asks, but he doesn’t wait for your response before he resumes his punishing pace.

Since Yoongi isn’t intent on moving, you grab him by the hips as you match your boyfriend’s rhythm. You take him the best that you could, plunging him past your pillowy lips and down your throat, and you’re rewarded with a loud groan of your name.

Finally, it seems like Yoongi’s letting go of his restraints. He grabs fistfuls of your hair as he pounds your throat.

“How does my favourite fuck toy feel?” Jungkook snickers as he pushes your head onto Yoongi's dick. "Her throat is god-sent, right?"

Yoongi’s completely lost in bliss – his mouth slightly open to pant softly. “Shit – so fucking good.”

“And my baby? Feeling good?” Jungkook asks you as he bends down to kiss your shoulder.

“Mmmh!” you moan around Yoongi’s length in affirmation.

“Gonna need you to be louder, sweetheart,” Jungkook clicks his tongue.

A sharp slap resounds in the air as Jungkook slaps your clit again, and this time, you keen louder, your eyes screwing shut when he soothes the sting with his fingers. “That’s beautiful. God, I can listen to you scream all day. Keep singing for us, angel.”

Without any prior warning, Yoongi strikes you across the cheek. Not hard enough that it hurts, but it does leave you stunned momentarily. “You’re getting distracted. Just because your boyfriend is fucking you, doesn’t mean you can forget who’s controlling your breathing.”

Was this Yoongi’s true colours all along? You can’t say you’re surprised, but it is welcomed for sure. His threat shoots straight down your core, causing you to gush out spurts of liquid onto the upholstery. You tear yourself away from Yoongi’s cock to groan; the long-overdue orgasm is about to crest over you. But the older man tightens his grip on your head to bring you back, and this time, his pretty hand wraps itself around your throat, his thumb pressing on your pulse point.

“You really can’t fucking listen to simple directions, huh? Don’t think you get to cum without us, bitch.” Yoongi growls.

Jungkook chuckles. “That’s what you get for being distracted, angel.” His large hands return to your tits, pinching and twisting the nipples before he delivers a firm slap on your mounds. “Oooh, yes, tighten up more for me… fuck.”

“Mmh!” you cry. You pop Yoongi’s cock out of your mouth to give your jaw a break, your hand replacing your mouth’s movements. With your eyes firmly on his, you lean forward to lick his balls, groaning at the taste that coats your tongue. You give each of them your undivided attention, popping one in your mouth to coat them in spit, all the while bouncing on Jungkook's cock.

“Taste good?” Yoongi chuckles while patting your head. It’s an endearing motion, and you happily nod along, a drunken smile plastered on your face. “Oh, I bet you taste good too. Stick your tongue out, angel.”

You straighten up as best you can, pushing the wet muscle past your lips. Yoongi bends down to grab your face with his large hand, tipping your chin up so he has better access to your face. He clamps his lips around your tongue and sucks, a heady groan sounding in the back of his throat.

“Oi, keep shaking your ass, baby. Don’t forget who’s making you cum tonight,” Jungkook grunts. He digs his fingers into your ass to remind you, as though it’s easy for you to forget the large cock that’s spearing inside of you.

You giggle, parting from Yoongi's lips to resume jacking him off, while you turn back to face your boyfriend. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re jealous over a little kiss. You know I only love you.” You punctuate your words by clenching your walls, earning you a loud, throaty moan from the raven-haired boy.

“You say that, but you look so happy when I fuck your throat. I would argue that you just love cocks,” Yoongi sneers, maneuvering you to face him again. You open your mouth obediently when the tip of his cock taps your lips. When he sinks in, he hisses, though there’s a satisfied smirk on his face when your eyes fill with tears. “God… if only you could see yourself right now.”

You hum in satisfaction at the compliment. It’s a miracle enough to have one very attractive man fucking you… but two? You’re in euphoria; tuned into your deepest, most carnal desires. You let both men use you to their satisfaction, and it isn’t long before both their thrusts become erratic, hips stuttering as their high reaches its peak.

Sweat slicks your back as you chase after your own elusive ember. Twice now you’ve gone to the brink of bliss, only to be pulled away. If it happens again, you’re not sure you’d stay sane. With determination, you slam your hips on Jungkook’s cock, and your hand comes up to help stroke Yoongi along until both men are left panting and groaning.

“Shiiit, fuck!” Jungkook swears, tightening his grip on your hips as he matches your rhythm. He snakes his hand in between your legs, rubbing your forgotten clit to aid you along.

“Eager to be painted in cum, aren’t you?” Yoongi’s breathless – his words coming out laboured as his hips stutter. “Fuck – ah… Swallow it all, baby. I wanna see you drink me in.”

Yoongi plunges deep into your throat, holding your head with his large hand as you choke around him. You can hardly breathe with your nose pressed into his dark curls, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the world spins due to the lack of oxygen.

“Fuck –“ he manages to utter as you’re forced to swallow his seed. When he finishes emptying himself inside of you, you open your mouth wide to show him your efforts.

"Good girl," Yoongi praises, pressing his lips on the tops of your head. "Now you can focus on getting your boyfriend to cum."

As Yoongi collapses on the floor, you bring your attention to Jungkook. You clench your walls so they constrict around him – milking him until he comes undone with a loud groan, body shaking as he paints your insides in white.

“Oh my god, baby, I’m cumming. I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum—ahhh…” Jungkook grunts, driving his cock deep into your pussy.

It's the edge you need to crumble into pleasure. Your body burns white hot; stars dancing across your vision. "C-Cumming!" you yelp, and you too, shiver with pleasure, spine locking up and toes curling while the waves slam against your battered body.

“Shit – Jungkook, Jungkook… fuck… no more. No more!” you wail when your boyfriend keeps thrusting inside. You’re sweaty and sore, used past the point where you can no longer feel your legs.

You collapse back onto Jungkook’s chest, your boyfriend whispering sweet nothings into your lips as he kisses you languidly. His softening cock slips out of you, bringing with it a glob of your mixed juices that drip onto his leg, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care, too focused on basking in the glow of an orgasm.

Yoongi’s faring no better. His legs can't seem to support his weight. So he lies sprawled on the floor, breathing hard with an arm draped over his eyes.

“I just want to say, this was not what I had in mind when I asked if I could crash at your place tonight,” Yoongi says as he huffs out a chuckle.

“To be fair,” you murmur, sitting up to grab a few tissues from the small table next to you. “Jungkook started it.”

“Yeah,” your boyfriend laughs as he wraps his arms around you. Jungkook pecks at your cheek before settling his head on your shoulder. “And you get to reap the benefits too. We did all the hard work while you sat there and looked pretty.”

You kiss Jungkook’s temple with a smile, just above his piercing. “How about next time I do all the work while you boys lie down?”

Yoongi perks up at this, sitting up to gape at you. “There’s a next time?”

Two pairs of eager eyes stare at you as you stand to stretch out the cramps from sitting too long. With a sly grin at the two of them, you wink, "Only if I get to 'just sit there and look pretty'."

Who Will Pay the Rent?

9:24 a.m. 1st September, 2015

“Just a few more minutes left.” Yoongi sighs heavily, “you could have easily saved the bother to come here, today.”

“What happened?” I ask, taking the empty seat beside him. “I thought you said that we’re winning today. What’s up with that long face?”

“It seemed like that at the first half.” Yoongi nods towards the field, “as you can see, the tables took a 180 degree turn.”

Honestly, I don’t understand a thing about basketball. It is better to just take Yoongi’s words as they are. I ask him the important question now, “how much do you owe them?”

Yoongi intentionally avoids eye contact and keeps looking at the match without a reply. I notice that he is sweating like crazy. I understand now that it is not just about the game.

“Don’t tell me you have to sell a kidney to pay them.” I jokingly say to which he doesn’t budge. I grow agitated. “Yoongi! C’mon, tell me what it is?”

He sighs and says, “It’s just worth my rent, that’s all.”

“Your rent?” I ask, “like for the month?”

Yoongi nods and stays silent. We both remain silent for the rest of the game. I wish I could offer to help him. It is most likely that he will not accept anything directly from me. I, on the other hand, am not in a place to help him either.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I quickly take a look at Jimin’s message saying he’s going inside the exam hall right now. I write a small “good luck” reply and put my phone back inside the pocket.

Yoongi starts to stand up from his seat, “Let’s get out of here! It’s not like anything can change in the last few minutes.”

I nod and follow him out of the stadium. He asks me if I want something to eat to which I shake my head.

“Noona!” Yoongi says, “Stop worrying about me. It’s not like I’m going bankrupt or something. It’s just some stupid amount of money, that’s all.”

“So,” I start hesitantly, “who will pay the rent?”

“I’ll manage that somehow, Noona. I always do.”

Yoongi’s the one among us who’s the most desperate to make a lot of money. That’s why he goes into these betting games and all. I once heard from Jin that he had found Yoongi starving himself because he lost all his money on some games and Jin had helped him that one time even though Yoongi refused to be helped. I don’t really approve of his ways but who am I to stop him? I did not raise him. I don’t even understand his ways of thinking.

I still feel like I should advise him to stop this nonsense and try something else. Something permanent. He is a genius and I know he will be able to figure something out if he wants. But I also feel like today is not the time to lecture him on life. Not when he’s already so stressed about it.

I decide to head to my next destination. I am not going to leave Yoongi in this state. So, I ask him, “If you don’t have to be anywhere, will you come with me?”

“I can manage some time. Where will you take me, Noona?”

“We’re going to meet Jimin.”

Jimin’s exam will be finished at around 11 a.m. So, Yoongi and I wait for him outside the hall where there seems to be a huge crowd of the guardians of the other students. I mentally pray that Jimin will be able to outsmart them on his test today.

“I never understand Jimin’s appeal for education.” Yoongi says.

“I think it’s the same one as yours.” I offer an explanation, “Come to think of it. At the end of the day you both want to win at life. By elevating your status. Either with education or with money.”

“You know what, Noona?”

“What?”

“I hate it so much that you’re always right!” There is a faint line of smile on his face as he says the last sentence.

“Yoongi” I suddenly feel an urge to talk to him seriously. Yoongi barely talks about his real issues.

“Noona?”

“I’m asking this because I’m really worried about you, okay?”

Yoongi frowns, “I think I know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I really am. I’m sorry, Noona!”

“Oh no, dear!” I quickly add, “You don’t have to apologize. I understand that you’re going through tough times.”

“Noona!” Yoongi looks at a distance as he speaks, “Do you remember ma’s face? Like, not the one as we see in her pictures. The face of her when she was sick. That face she had before she could finally rest after years of pain she went through.”

I don’t know why Yoongi is suddenly bringing this topic. Is he really missing ma all of a sudden or just trying to change the topic? Yoongi glances at me for a second and I can see his eyes glistening.

“If only I had the money, I would have taken a bus from school to come to see you.” Yoongi sniffs, “he wouldn’t let me go no matter how much I begged him to. Said it was a ‘waste of good money seeing some sick people’. I don’t think I can ever move on from the fact that I never saw ma and pa again after I left that house.”

“Yoongi!” I can barely make myself audible.

Yoongi never talked about the times he spent with our uncle who took him in when ma fell sick. Yoongi was only four at that time and he was the only one who never came to visit us occasionally during the five years when ma and pa were still alive. When I used to ask pa about it, he would always say that Yoongi was too busy with his school. I only got to see him first at their funeral. Only after Yoongi left uncle’s place for good when he was finally eighteen, we started meeting almost regularly.

“I’m sorry, Noona, I turned up this way.” Yoongi looks at me, his eyes bloodshot, “I didn’t really have an opportunity to be any better than this. Of course, I won’t use this as an excuse. I’m all grown up now and I’m trying to be more responsible. I swear, Noona, you will be proud of me like all the rest of our brothers one day. I will make that happen.”

“But I am proud of you!” I say, “I am proud of how strong you are. I am proud that after all those shits you went through, you still grew up to be such a kind and sweet soul.”

“Thank you, Noona! But you don’t really have to cheer me up.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders, “I know me.”

“And I know you too.” I slowly move towards him and pull him into a hug, “I see you, Yoongi. I see you!” I slowly pat him on his back as I can sense him fighting the urge to hug me back.

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