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borathae · 9 months

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“It was Jungkook's birthday recently. You and Yoongi decide to take him out for a picnic in nature to celebrate and to show him how wonderfully he deserves to be treated.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader x Vampire!Jungkook

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: a cute picnic date by the lake, soft Dom!Yoongi, soft Dom!Reader, sub!Jungkook, Mommy & Daddy kink (Koo calls them like that), threesome, sex in nature, praise, dirty talk, a lil bit of sexy possessiveness, body worshipping, dry humping, nipple play, oral (Kook receiving), blowjobs (Yoongi giving), rimjob (OC giving), anal fingering, they give them to him at the same time while Kook is on all fours, he is whiney and cute, Yoongi jerks him off with his long monster tongue, did I mention already that this is monster fucker smut?, edging (Kook receiving), Koo sucks on her boobs for comfort, subby boy tears, cum eating, male squirting, cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 9k

a/n: i know i just posted a threesome but this is for our birthday boy kookie so HBD kookie pookie <3 also afskds can you guys tell that i am obsessed with this dynamic? this is THE throuple, i make the fucking rules. also, this is unrealated to the story but yoongi fucking messes me up in the header, he looks so fucking good. enjoy, sluts (gender neutral, lovingly) 🧡

It was Jungkook’s birthday two days ago. You spent it celebrating it with your little family until late into the night. You danced and sang, drank and ate and laughed until your bellies ached. Jungkook was showered in attention and, more importantly, in presents. He loved every single one of them and until this day, he still hasn’t put them away from his office desk. He says that it’s so that he can keep looking at them whenever he wants to. And he does so often. He really loves his presents.

It has been two days, but the celebrations for you and Yoongi weren’t over yet. You still wanted to do something for Jungkook as just the three of you. So you cooked together and then asked Jungkook if he wanted to go for a picnic by the lake. He said yes after some convincing that "lying on his couch and staring at the ceiling wasn’t more fun than a picnic" and moments later, you were in Yoongi’s convertible driving through the estate’s endless gardens.

You have spent the last three hours under the shade of the weeping willow. Jungkook and you went swimming twice already while Yoongi watched and smiled. He joined you for the third swim after you and Jungkook dragged him with you. He allowed it to happen with loud whines, but zero resilience. Afterwards, you spent a good twenty minutes in the warm late summer sun drying off. You lied in the high grasses for it, having your heads in a little circle so you could talk comfortably.

The air became cooler by now and you are back under the willow tree. You are in nothing more than your shirt and dry bathing trunks, while Jungkook is shirtless and Yoongi wears a white button up, which he kept open in the front. He feels comfortable enough with Jungkook these days. He even went swimming without a shirt on.

Jungkook is currently scribbling in his notebook while you and Yoongi are cuddling together, sharing kisses and feeding sweet berries to the other. You have your head rested on Yoongi’s lower arm while he is propped up on his elbow.

Yoongi chuckles, pulling away from your lips to feed you a piece of raspberry instead.

His eyes are spilling over in adoration, his nose scrunches up when he sees you enjoying the sweet berry.

“Does it taste good?” he asks.

“Yeah, so sweet”, you answer him, pulling him back into a kiss.

“Mhm”, he hums, smiling as your lips dance with his’. The taste of raspberry lingers on your tongue and makes him addicted to the feeling of you.

You break the kiss, lifting a blueberry to his lips. He glances at it, chuckles and accepts it. You giggle, scrunching your nose up. He retorts it, running his finger down the side of your face.

“It’s sweet, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, sweet”, Yoongi says, stubbing you with his nose afterwards. He nuzzles into your cheek, tickling your skin with his lashes.

“Today’s so nice”, you say, having your eye closed which is closer to where Yoongi rubs his cheeks against you.

“It’s perfect”, Yoongi says, lying down so he can stare into the clouds, “I think that’s a rabbit.”

You cuddle into him and look at what he is pointing at, “I can see it.”

“Mhm, good.”

You rub his tummy, “you’re cute.”

Yoongi pulls you closer and rubs your upper arm. He loves being called cute by you. It makes him feel so good.

“Look guys”, Jungkook calls your attention.

You and Yoongi turn your heads to him. He flips his notebook, revealing a detailed drawing of you and Yoongi.

“I drew you guys.”

“Kookie”, you gasp, sitting up, “Kookie, this is so beautiful. Holy moly”, you gush, taking the notebook from him to look at it more clearly, "holy cow, the details. Kookie, this is incredible. Wow."

Yoongi sits up as well, resting his chin on your shoulder as he gazes at the drawing. If his heart was still beating, it would literally come out of chest right now. Nobody every drew him before. At least not like this. Not with the love of his life in such an intimate and happy moment. The deep connection you share is imminent in your eyes, the happiness you both feel radiates off your faces.

“You look so pretty, my Boongie”, you gasp, running your thumb over his face on the drawing, “oh god, I want to cry. Thank you so much for drawing us, my sweet baby.”

Jungkook giggles, “I’m happy you guys like it.”

Yoongi takes the notebook and runs his thumb over the drawing. He doesn’t say anything. You and Jungkook look at him because his silence is worrying. Yoongi closes his eyes and hugs the notebook to his chest. He lowers his head to it in a way so that his lips would touch the edge of the book.

“Thank you”, he gets out and sniffles shakily.

“Yoobie”, you gasp, “my love, are you crying?”

“Yes”, he gets out, spilling tears down his cheeks, “this is the first time someone drew me like this”, he sniffles and kisses the notebook, “I’m happy.”

“Gosh, Boongie”, you hug him, “I’m happy too.”

Jungkook hugs him from the other side, resting his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder, “I’m happy that you love it so much. You can have it of course, it’s for you.”

“Thank you”, Yoongi gets out and gives the notebook a soft squeeze. One more kiss to it and then he lifts his head, looking at you with glassy eyes and a rosy tip of his nose.

You cup his cheeks, wiping his tears away. He lets it happen with a small smile on his lips.

“You are so precious, my love.”

“You too”, he tells you and lifts his shoulders to his ears in a shy little giggle. It earns him one smooch to the tip of his rosy nose.

Yoongi hands you the notebook afterwards so you could gaze at the drawing. And while you do, Yoongi closes the distance between him and Jungkook, making the younger vampire gawk at him in surprise. His surprise only grows when Yoongi places his arm around his waist, resting his hand right behind Jungkook.

“Thank you so much”, Yoongi whispers.

“I’m so happy that you like it”, Jungkook whispers back.

Yoongi’s eyes soften to the point where Jungkook has a hard time looking at him.

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi whispers.

“W-what?” Jungkook gasps, eyes widening comically big.

Yoongi smiles fondly and claims Jungkook’s lips in a kiss.

“Hm”, Jungkook lets out in a squeak, staring at Yoongi with big eyes. You watch as they go more and more out of focus, the longer Yoongi kisses him before they finally fall closed completely. His head tilts to the side and begins to move in the slow rhythm their lips dance in.

You think that this is the first time you actually see them share more than just a chaste kiss. It is peculiar in a way, because the fact that they have romantic feelings for each other was knowledge to you and yet you never really acknowledged it. Especially not with Yoongi. Jungkook was a little more obvious that he had the biggest crush on Yoongi as he is practically an open book with his feelings. But – although you knew – you never considered that Yoongi actually reciprocates those feelings as strongly as Jungkook feels them.

So to watch them kiss so deeply and with such obvious attraction is peculiar at first, but lovely in the end.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, opening his eyes just far enough that he could gaze at Jungkook’s lips. He lets out a soft chuckle, nudging the younger vampire’s nose with his own.

“You taste like raspberries”, he whispers.

“I, I ate some”, Jungkook stutters, voice raspy in emotion.

“It’s sweet”, Yoongi sighs and kisses Jungkook’s lips just once.

“Hyung”, Jungkook lets out and laughs quietly, lowering his head shyly.

“What?”

“Are you drunk?”

“No, just happy.”

“Oh”, Jungkook looks into Yoongi’s eyes, “I uhm…I’m happy too.”

“Good, that’s good”, Yoongi says, pecking Jungkook’s cheek before he pulls back far enough that their visions cease to be blurry from closeness.

Yoongi leans his weight on the hand still behind Jungkook. It results in their torsos touching and for Jungkook to gulp shyly. Yoongi’s eyes race over Jungkook’s features, his head tilts to the side as his lips curl into a fond smile.

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle and turns his head to the side shyly, lowering his head to the blanket.

Yoongi purrs softly, placing his next kiss on Jungkook’s neck. It forces the younger vampire to exhale shakily as his fingers close around a bundle of blanket. His chest can’t seem to stop heaving up and down, his thighs press together instinctively.

Yoongi lifts his lips again, looking at Jungkook with half-lidded, sparkly eyes.

“I don’t know what to say”, Jungkook whispers.

“Don’t say anything. Enjoy yourself”, Yoongi answers him and with a gentle push to his chest, manages to bring Jungkook to fall. His back hits the ground, his head sinks into the pillows. Yoongi lies down beside him, bending his legs just to wiggle his feet in the air. He looks naturally cute like this.

“O-okay uhm, wow yeah okay”, Jungkook stutters looking between you and Yoongi, “o-oh, okay wow oh…okay”, he sighs and gasps in reaction to Yoongi lowering his lips to his neck again. He weaves his long fingers through Jungkook’s soft locks, twists them and tugs.

Jungkook moans softly, eyes falling closed in sync with his head rolling to the side.

Yoongi whispers Jungkook’s name, abandoning his hair to instead run his hand down his torso. He uses his palm for it, lingering on his dainty waist to trace it with eager desperation as his pouty lips nib at his sensitive neck.

Jungkook writhes accordingly, fleeing with a giggle and his grabby fingers wrapping around Yoongi’s wrist.

“Yoongi, don’t”, he begs, making Yoongi lift his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t tickle me, you know that I’m ticklish.”

“I’m not tickling you, I’m feeling you up.”

Jungkook exhales shakily, eyes falling to Yoongi’s lips, “why?”

“What do you mean why? You gotta ask?”

Jungkook nods his head, gulping.

“It’s your birthday.”

“My birthday was two days ago, hyung”, Jungkook says and chuckles.

“Doesn’t matter. We didn’t get to celebrate alone. Just the three of us”, Yoongi says, shifting his eyes to you. Jungkook does the same.

The attention makes you feel tingly all over. It was so beyond exciting to watch them make out, so to become an active part in their thing is leaving you heated.

“Just the three of us?” Jungkook repeats.

“Yeah, just us. No one else”, Yoongi says, smiling softly as he buries his face back in Jungkook’s neck, “I fucking love when that happens”, he whispers, kissing the piercings on Jungkook’s ear, “and you’re our birthday boy today. Doesn’t matter that it’s been two days, you’re our birthday boy”, he purrs, taking Jungkook’s earlobe between his teeth to tug on it softly.

“Ah”, Jungkook lets out in a breathy moan, closing his eyes and reaching for Yoongi. His fingers close around Yoongi’s biceps, hips trying and failing to come in contact with his thigh in search of friction.

“That means you need to be treated like a fucking king”, Yoongi rasps, peppering Jungkook’s jawline with featherlight kisses, “you’re so fucking gorgeous, Kookie. You’ve got the best jawline.”

“Oh my god, hyung”, Jungkook flusters, hiding his face behind his hand, “why are you saying that?” he whines and giggles incredibly cutely.

Yoongi purrs, smiling lazily as he drags his pouty lips to the other side of Jungkook’s sharp jawline, “cause I want to.”

“Yoongi”, Jungkook sighs, arching his back in bliss.

“Relax sweetheart, relax. I’m taking care of you”, Yoongi whispers and lets his lips hover above Jungkook’s ear, "can I take care of you?"

"Yeah…"

"Mhm, thank you", Yoongi breathes as he guides his kisses to Jungkook’s collarbones. They are so pretty in the setting sun. Yoongi marks them with hickeys, even if they heal within seconds. Jungkook shudders in reaction because of how good it feels to be kissed on this spot.

He thought himself to be unable to shudder even harder, but is proven wrong when, mere moments later, Yoongi wraps his lips around his left nipple and sucks gently.

Jungkook arches his back off the ground and buries his hand deep in Yoongi’s hair. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as well. Warmth bubbles in his tummy. He feels so goddamn good.

Disturbed by Jungkook’s rough movements, Yoongi lifts his head. A string of saliva still connects his pouty lips with Jungkook’s perky nipple. It breaks when Yoongi licks his lips.

“Relax”, Yoongi orders lovingly and pins Jungkook’s squirming body down. He lies down in a way so that his tummy was pressing against Jungkook’s side and he could drape his arm over him. He pulls his legs in, looking small in comparison to Jungkook’s bigger frame. Small, but still in charge.

“It feels so good”, Jungkook sighs out, panting for air.

“Good”, he answers him, “that’s good”, he whispers and lowers his lips back to Jungkook’s nipples. He doesn’t stay on solely one anymore, but switches between both of them. He gives each of them equal attention, switching between sucking on them until Jungkook moans, flicking his tongue over them until Jungkook sighs and biting them just enough that Jungkook whimpers. And while he does, he has his eyes closed, purring deeply as his body keeps rubbing against Jungkook’s.

Truly, the sight is so arousing to you that you have to keep pressing your legs together. You don’t want to intervene. You need to keep observing. It’s as fun as it is to be an active part in this whole ordeal.

The contact between Yoongi’s tender lips and Jungkook’s swollen nipple breaks again. He kisses a path along his upper tummy, tracing his abs with his tongue.

“Oh god”, Jungkook lets out, panting like crazy, “oh god, oh god.”

“So strong”, Yoongi praises, “you’re such a strong prince, my lovely.”

“It feels so good, oh god.”

Yoongi purrs happily, guiding his tongue down the valley of Jungkook’s abs. His skin tastes like the coconut oil he used to moisturise after swimming. Sweet. Yoongi likes it a lot, lingering on Jungkook’s sculpted lower tummy so he could lick and suck the taste off his skin.

And Jungkook switches between gasping for air and pressing out little “oh god”s. Even after all this time, he still can’t believe that this is happening. He knows that Yoongi is an utter service Dom and that he wants to touch instead of being touched, but this is on a whole other level. Yoongi never used his mouth on Jungkook before. At least not there. Not so close to his cock.

Speaking of cock. His pretty cock is throbbing like crazy in his wide linen shorts, straining the fabric. Yoongi manages to brush his throat over its head as he licks Jungkook’s tummy.

Jungkook squeaks.

Yoongi lifts his head.

“You’re hard.”

“I can’t h-help it. You, you never did that before. It’s so, so good”, he stutters.

Yoongi’s lips curl into a cocky smirk.

“You’re cute”, he says, walking his fingers to the hem of Jungkook’s shorts, “can I taste? Mhm Kookie, can I have a little taste?”

Jungkook moans. You honestly do the same. Yoongi sucking off Jungkook. The mere thought of it is making your pussy throb.

“Yes, y-yes”, Jungkook stutters, lifting his hips willingly.

“Thank you, lovely”, Yoongi whispers and kisses Jungkook’s inner thighs as he takes off his shorts, “thank you so much. You’re making me so happy. Mhm so soft, you’ve got the prettiest thighs.”

He places Jungkook’s shorts atop your lap, giving you a playful smirk.

“For later, mhm?” he flirts, painting heat onto your cheeks.

“Yeah”, you whisper, looking at the shorts. You close your fingers around them and guide them to your nose. You inhale deeply. Coconut and the distinct scent of his arousal. Fuck, it’s making you dizzy.

“___”, Jungkook whimpers, watching the scene with a twitching dick.

Yoongi does the same, letting a lazy purr rumble in his chest. The view drives him crazy because you’re pressing your legs together without even noticing that you do. Fuck, he wants to slip his hand between them just so he can push them apart and taste what you’re trying to hide.

“You smell fucking incredible”, you groan and give Jungkook a playful look, “our birthday boy smells so, so good.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook drops his head on the ground and parts his legs, “oh god, please.”

Yoongi takes the opportunity of Jungkook’s willing submission and buries his face in his inner thigh to nib on it hungrily. He leaves a trail of bite marks and hickeys on his skin until he reaches his cock. And only then, he changes sides, starting the hungry feast anew and driving Jungkook desperate in the process.

His inner thighs are so, so sensitive and now he has Yoongi marking them. Jungkook hurts. He is in pain. That’s how desperately horny he feels.

“Yoongi, please”, he begs, parting his legs further.

“Patience”, Yoongi taunts him, ghosting his lips past his cock without ever touching him. He connects them with his inner thigh while his big hands run up and down his skin, tracing his defined muscles.

“Please”, Jungkook tries aching for his touch, “hurts, please.”

Yoongi straightens up, sitting down on his feet. He runs his hands down Jungkook’s thighs and up his waist. He makes sure that his thumbs brush past his cock without ever touching him.

“Please”, Jungkook begs and squirms.

“Pretty boy, such a pretty boy”, Yoongi rasps, guiding his touch down to his thighs. And up again. His cock he once again neglects. He adds a little layover on his lower tummy, rubbing circles into the most sensitive parts.

“Daddy, please”, Jungkook giggles and squirms, “please.”

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi praises, guiding his fingers past his cock again.

“Mommy, please tell Daddy to touch me, please”, Jungkook begs and thrusts his hips against nothing. His cock flops against his tummy, but doesn’t get any other kind of stimulation.

This is it. Those two words were indicator enough. Jungkook fell into his favourite headspace. The softest, neediest and most sensitive babyboy headspace which only comes out with you and Yoongi. He feels safe enough with the two of you, knowing that while he is lost like this, the two of you will make sure that he is safe.

You and Yoongi exchange a look. The pull is unbearable. You break the distance and kiss him. Yoongi moans into you, squeezing Jungkook’s thighs desperately. You sigh into him, running your hands up and down one of Jungkook’s legs.

The combined touches make Jungkook mewl. The view of your heated kiss makes him leak.

“Please”, he begs, trembling like crazy.

You break the kiss.

“Our birthday boy needs you, Daddy. Don’t make him wait”, you coo, making Yoongi chuckle.

“Keep talking like this and you’ll see what that gets you, Mommy”, he answers you, painting amusement onto your features.

It is both hilarious and hot to call each other by such nicknames.

“Please.”

You and Yoongi look at Jungkook. He is panting, looking at you with big, pleading eyes. He parts his legs further, thrusting his hips weakly.

“Please.”

“Who do you belong to, Kookie?”

“You and, and Mommy”, Jungkook stutters.

“Mhm good job. Don’t ever fucking forget that”, Yoongi says and wraps his hand around the base of Jungkook’s cock. He locks eyes with him. He smiles, “you’ve got the prettiest cock, baby”, he rasps, running his hand along Jungkook’s veiny shaft, “and it belongs to Mommy and I. Ours. Only ours.”

Jungkook moans softly, widens his eyes whilst at the same time allowing them to grow droopy. It results in his eyelids fluttering like crazy.

“So pretty. Our sweetheart is so pretty”, Yoongi whispers and lowers his lips to Jungkook’s cock.

“What?” Jungkook gets out and props himself up on his elbows, “what are you- oh god, ah!”

He expected Yoongi to use his hands on him, but not for him to use his mouth. The sensation is so intense that Jungkook feels close to orgasming from sheer excitement. This is the first time he feels Yoongi’s mouth on his cock. His lips are so soft and pillowy and warm so soft. So soft. Oh, so soft.

Yoongi runs his pouty lips over Jungkook’s heated tip, leaving kisses and kitten licks all over it. He loves how sweet Jungkook tastes and how velvety his tip feels against his tongue.

Yoongi wants more. He lingers on Jungkook’s slit, swirling the tip of his tongue over it. Jungkook moans and closes his legs. The sensation was just way too intense.

“Don’t”, Yoongi stops him and parts them again. He kneels down between them, running his hands up and down his tender inner thighs, “don’t flee from me.”

“I don’t get it. Are, are you gonna go down on me?” Jungkook stutters.

“Yeah, obviously”, Yoongi states matter of factly, “why? Don’t want me to?”

“I want it so bad”, Jungkook confesses and squirms, “this, this is my d-dream.”

“Mhm, then relax and let me make it reality”, Yoongi says and lowers himself to Jungkook’s cock, “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook groans, throwing his head back in sync with Yoongi taking him inside. This is the first time he feels Yoongi’s mouth around his cock. It’s so warm and so wet and so soft and so good. And so good. Oh, so good, "Yoongi", Jungkook moans his name in a way he never did before. The utter and pure pleasure in his voice goes straight to your pussy.

Yoongi purrs in answers. He runs his big hand up and down the inches he doesn’t taste yet, switching between jerking him off and massaging his balls. Jungkook feels so soft and heated under his fingertips. Yoongi loves the sensations so much.

“So yummy, baby. You’re so yummy”, he mumbles, growling in pleasure as he fills his mouth with cock again.

Yoongi changes between swirling his tongue over Jungkook’s heated tip and sucking his cock as he bops his head up and down. His skills are obvious. The king of oral doesn’t disappoint. No matter woman or man. And he is very hellbent on showing Jungkook exactly that.

“Please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs and twists Yoongi’s hair between his trembling fingers. Like this, he squeezes his chest together. His pecs look so pretty like this. His little nipples look so incredibly empty.

You know what to do. You close the distance between his chest and your lips and take his swollen nipple into your mouth.

“Mommy”, Jungkook squeaks and throbs in Yoongi’s mouth. He arches his back, hurting Yoongi’s scalp because of how aggressively he pulls his hair.

The latter lifts his head to frown at him, but doesn’t because of you. Yoongi’s cock throbs against the picnic blanket. You have your eyes closed as you suck on Jungkook’s left nipple. Your fingers are playing with the right, keeping it just as sensitive.

“Holy fuck, princess”, Yoongi moans.

You open your eyes, meeting his gaze. The contact breaks, you moan softly.

“So tasty, don’t you think?”

“So fucking tasty. Holy fuck, you’re fucking perfect”, Yoongi rasps and takes Jungkook back inside.

He goes further than before, staring deep into your eyes. The connection makes your tummy flutter. His pink, pouty lips are stretching and moving around Jungkook’s girth. His big, veiny hand is moving up and down his cock. The view is so unfamiliar and yet incredibly addictive. You never saw Yoongi in such a situation before, but damn you are loving it. You reach down and cup his cheek. Yoongi growls around Jungkook, huffing out air a second later as he exhales shakily. His eyes widen, showing a small flicker of submission. For just a second. Your touch was the indicator.

“You look so pretty with cock in your mouth, my love”, you tell him, flustering him so much that he mewls and closes his eyes. He furrows his brows, humming around Jungkook’s cock in an attempt to feel less embarrassed. Your praise always gets him this way. He even changes the angle of his head, taking more of the younger vampire’s cock down his throat. Like this, he drools all over his fingers and Jungkook’s dark pubes and every now and then, a small gag fills the silence. You also think that his button nose looks incredibly cute in this position. Very biteable. You tap it with your finger.

“Cute”, you mumble and close your eyes as well, returning to the task of pleasuring Jungkook’s pretty nipples. You explore his torso with your hands, making sure to feel up every inch of him. He deserves to be touched and to be explored. Your pretty, soft birthday boy. You give his waist a gentle squeeze, moaning around his nipple. Truly, he is so soft. Your cute Jungkook is so, so soft.

Speaking of Jungkook. He is currently squeaking out sounds, feeling his thighs shake against his will. He can’t hold it much longer. Being touched won’t ever lose its magic. Jungkook has long stopped being touch starved, his days of having to push every kind of affection away because of his Ripper curse have long ended and yet he still feels as surprised by being touched as he did the first time, fingers glided over his body. He just… Jungkook mewls and arches into your touch. Yoongi is sucking his cock as he is moving his head up and down. The suction is so intense that Jungkook has to squeak for air.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like how Daddy’s sucking your cock?” your lips are against the shell of his ear for now, producing the most sinful of whispers which make Jungkook so, so much more sensitive. Your fingers trace his tensing abs.

Jungkook nods his head vigorously.

“Yeah?”

He nods his head aggressively.

“Then tell him, baby. He can’t hear you.”

“Thank you, Daddy”, Jungkook whimpers, “thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you.”

Yoongi growls, sinking down further. His eyes water because of it, breathing is impossible and his throat is tensing like crazy, but he doesn’t want to stop. It’s been a few centuries since he last sucked cock and it’s fucking incredible. Jungkook is the best goddamn cock he’s ever had. He needs him to fill out his throat and whimper his name.

“That’s it. Good job, baby”, you praise and run your tongue back down to his nipple.

Jungkook sobs softly, reaching for Yoongi’s hair. He twists it, reaching for your head as well just seconds later. His fingertips run over your scalp from just how aggressively he grabs you.

He just can’t believe that there are people in his life, who want to treat him so well. That’s what Jungkook thought about before you and Yoongi literally scrambled his brain. This is why he is still so sensitive, because he still can’t believe that this is his life. That he can spend time in nature and laugh with two of his most loved people and that these people are obsessed with making him feel good. It feels like a dream, but it isn’t. This is his fucking life. Jungkook loves being touched so, so much because he won’t ever take it for granted.

That, but also you and Yoongi are fucking incredible in the way you touch him.

“I have to cum”, Jungkook chokes out and sobs again, shaking in preparation for his high.

“Mhhm baby”, you purr, swirling your wet tongue over his chest.

“I, I really have to cum”, Jungkook squeaks, “please, please.”

“You’re so cute…”

“Please”, Jungkook begs, holding his breath. One more touch and he will climax. He is not even a second away from breaking apart. The tension in his tummy is so intense that his lower abs continue to flex without control. Yoongi’s wet mouth keeps sucking and sucking and sucking. Jungkook feels so much fire in his cock that he swears he won’t ever be normal again.

“Such a cutie, you’re such a cutie”, you rasp, licking and biting his nipples.

“Now”, Jungkook chokes out, “I’m sorry, I can’t hold it. I have to- No!”

Yoongi slipped off, squeezing around Jungkook’s base strongly. Agony and pain. Jungkook sobs, closing his legs even if Yoongi’s body stops him and so he ends up rubbing them against Yoongi.

“No, no, no please”, Jungkook begs, hiccupping little sobs, “please, Daddy please. Please.”

“Cute”, Yoongi lets out and jerks off Jungkook’s tip. Fast and with lots of pressure.

“Eeh- ngngn”, Jungkook squeaks out and thrusts into Yoongi’s fist. His body is tense instantly, his legs are shaking again. The fire returns. His orgasm is so, so close. He starts to pant for air, flailing his hands in the air until he settles on squeezing his own thighs.

You watch it happen, switching between staring at Jungkook’s hands and Yoongi’s hands while your own are exploring your babyboy’s torso. He is shaking so much, whimpering even more. How terribly cute he is.

“So cute”, you praise.

“Such a sensitive little cutie”, Yoongi rasps.

“So sensitive. Our pretty boy.”

“Mhhm so pretty…”

“Now”, Jungkook moans and arches his back.

Yoongi lets go and squeezes around his base.

“No, please”, Jungkook presses out and sobs, contorting his face in agony, “Daddy please.”

Yoongi lets out a dirty, taunting laugh, lowering his eyes like a hunting cat.

“You’re so fucking dumb, sweets”, he lulls his words, “you just gotta stay silent. Why keep bringing up that you gotta cum?”

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook squeaks out, “please.”

“Don’t apologise. I’m not the one getting edged”, Yoongi rasps and jerks off his cockhead again. Fast. Rough. Jungkook wails up because of it. Only ten seconds in, and his body is trembling again, readying itself for the most mindblowing of orgasms.

“Now.”

The word leaves Jungkook as if it was instinct. The stupid instinct of the goodest boy who just wants to tell his Doms that they’re doing the bestest jobs. The consequences are instant.

Yoongi retreats his hands altogether, running them up and down Jungkook’s petite waist and leaving his cock to throb in the air.

“Why did I say that?” Jungkook wails, writhing in agony, “oh god, I’m so fucking dumb.”

Yoongi laughs, squeezing Jungkook’s waist, “you’re so fucking cute.”

“I m-messed up”, Jungkook hiccups, “oh god, please.” He opens his eyes in his panic, looking up at you with teary eyes, “please.”

Feeling incredibly soft for him, you pick up his head and lay it onto your lap. Then you lean down, kissing his sweaty forehead and running your fingers through his silken hair. Jungkook whimpers, spilling tears.

“I can’t help you, babyboy”, you whisper, “you and I both know that Daddy’s doing what’s best for you.”

“Mommy, please”, he begs, reaching up to unbutton your shirt. Your tits fall out and right into the eager mouth of your Jungkook. He sucks roughly, keening cutely. His fangs are out halfway, but bear no danger to you. Jungkook is merely way too vulnerable and sensitive to control them. They tickle you as Jungkook seeks refuge in your breasts.

“Oh?” you let out and chuckle, “what are you doing, baby? Mhm?” you coo, playing with his hair.

Jungkook merely purrs and begins licking your nipple. Sloppy and with way too much drool. He whimpers and purrs, whines and sucks and licks you desperately. The sensation is so intense that you have to moan and close your eyes.

“Hush, baby. It’s okay, I’m right here”, you soothe him even if talking is hard. He feels so good around your nipples.

Yoongi, who watched the scene unfold and feels dizzy at the view, finally runs his hands back down to Jungkook’s cock. It keeps leaking in excitement. Yoongi knows that it is solely because he can suck on your tits. Yoongi agrees with Jungkook. Your tits are fucking perfect and having them in one’s mouth is a sacrilegious experience. He would leak as well if he switched places with Jungkook.

“You’re perfect, Kookie”, he whispers and engulfs his perfect cock in his mouth. He got so needy to get his mouth stuffed now that your tits are out, that he has to still his hunger with Jungkook’s dick. It’s the tastiest substitute ever. Yoongi moans deeply, sinking down until his nose is buried in Jungkook’s bush and his throat bulges around his cock.

“Eeh”, Jungkook squeaks and bites down on your nipple accidentally.

“Ah, hey”, you complain, but chuckle a second later when Jungkook whimpers in apology and soothes it with eager licks, “careful, baby. Mommy can’t heal like you guys can.”

“It’s my fault. Sorry”, Yoongi apologises, “are you bleeding?”

“No, it just pinched. Don’t wor-”, your words gets stuck in your throat, “okay damn, you are so fucking sexy”, you rasp, now staring at Yoongi and Jungkook’s wet, throbbing cock right in front of his lips.

Yoongi smirks and takes him back inside, looking up at you as his pretty lips move around the shaft. Jungkook reacts accordingly. He sucks harder, moaning into your chest over and over again while his fingers close around your arm for support.

“That’s it baby, hold me close”, you talk softly, caressing his head, “Daddy’s doing such a good job, isn’t he?”

Jungkook whimpers, squeezing you closer to him.

“I know. I know he does. Oh my baby, you’re shaking so much”, you feign worry, rocking him back and forth soothingly, “hush little baby, Mommy’s here. Everything’s okay.”

You give Yoongi a playful smirk.

"You look so sexy like this. Your cheeks are all wet, love. That’s such a pretty view", you rasp.

Yoongi growls and squeezes tears from his eyes. He can’t help but cry. Not from emotion but from willingly fucking his throat raw. Air is really fucking sparse and all Yoongi really breathes in is the musky scent of Jungkook’s pubes and the saccharine scent of his pleasure. Truly, Yoongi’s head is pounding in ecstasy.

He glides up Jungkook’s cock again and sucks until his cheeks fall in. Then he begins moving up and down, pressing the flat of his tongue against his shaft and using his spit as makeshift lube to jerk off the parts he doesn’t want to reach right now. Cock is so tasty. Holy fuck, cock is goddamn fucking tasty.

Yoongi growls and closes his eyes. So tasty. Jungkook is so tasty.

Yoongi squeezes Jungkook’s cock and moans. He takes the bigger vampire’s shaking thighs and throws them over his shoulders. Jungkook keeps wanting to close them and flee, but Yoongi can’t allow that. He pins his meaty thighs against his body and uses the new angle to thrust Jungkook’s hips up into his mouth.

Once.

Twice.

That’s all. Because then sweet, sweet Jungkook breaks away from your (by now swollen) nipples just so he can announce his orgasm.

Again. He won’t ever be able to stop himself. Even if he tried, he just can’t stop himself.

You and Yoongi chuckle. The latter slips off, licking his lips. While Jungkook sobs and smothers himself with your breasts.

“You’re seriously so cute”, you say, ruffling his hair.

“All you had to do was keep sucking her tits”, Yoongi teases and begins rolling his hips against Jungkook’s.

He is kneeling while Jungkook wiggles his ankles on his shoulders and feels his balls move against Yoongi as he dry fucks him. Dry fucking is a good word, because the Creator doesn’t just hump him. No. He is rolling his big, hard bulge against Jungkook’s cock and ass with such strength that it feels as if no layers of clothing were between them.

“I can’t help it”, Jungkook presses out, trying to control his flailing feet, “please don’t edge me anymore. Please fuck me. Please anything. Please my hole, I ah, please.”

“I wanna fuck you later”, Yoongi rasps, running his hands to Jungkook’s ankles and using the leverage to straightens his legs and spread them apart.

Jungkook moans. You almost drool all over his face. Jungkook is so exposed like this. His legs are trembling, his toes are curling.

“Wanna dick you down like this”, Yoongi says and thrust his clothed cock against Jungkook’s ass.

Jungkook shakes from the impact, choking out a trembling, squeaky moan.

“Gotta spread you open and fuck you lose”, Yoongi continues and marks his words with one last harsh thrust, growling deeply as he moves.

By now, Jungkook is bruising your arm from how desperately he clings to you and his big cock has leaked all over his tummy.

“But it’s not time for that yet”, Yoongi says and sets down Jungkook’s trembling legs. They fall open and never close again.

Jungkook is panting, writhing, whining for more. He feels fucked and edged and ruined and the only thing keeping him sane is the softness of your tits on his face and your sweet scent.

“We gotta wait till we’re home again”, Yoongi adds as he is feeling up Jungkook’s soiled tummy, “and I gotta fuck Mommy’s pussy first”, he rasps and looks at you

You gulp, feeling dizzy. You’re too turned on to handle his attention. Merely his eye contact makes you want to mewl. He is so hot with his lips all puffy from cock and his long, black hair messy.

“I can smell you from a mile away, princess”, he lulls.

“You’re so hot, you have no idea how wet I am.”

“No, I’m pretty sure I do”, Yoongi says and smirks cockily.

“Yoongi, come on. You’re such a sexy menace”, you whine, making him chuckle.

He crawls to where you are sitting, running his hands along Jungkook’s body this way. He is facing you, letting his left hand linger on the crown of Jungkook’s head while his right reaches for you.

He pulls you closer slightly and looks at your lips.

“I can still taste him. He’s so sweet. Wanna try?” he asks.

You look at his lips, “yes.”

Yoongi sticks his tongue out. You dive in with a hungry moan, grinding your tongue over his’ before you take it between your lips to suck on it.

Yoongi growls, closing his fingers on the back of your neck. This is making him lightheaded.

You feel dizzy yourself. Yoongi tastes like himself and like Jungkook’s cock. You are so greedy for more. This is the most amazing taste. You pull Yoongi closer, releasing his tongue so you could kiss him passionately instead. Air is sparse and yet you don’t stop, pulling each other closer until your noses are squished and Jungkook is smothered between your chests.

He accepts his fate gladly, breaking away from sucking your nipples to the point of sensitivity to instead suck Yoongi’s. The Creator didn’t even realise that he is this close to Jungkook’s face, but finds out soon enough in the form of wet warmth around his left nipple.

“Wait”, Yoongi breaks the kiss, flinching away, “don’t.”

Jungkook, pouty and out of breath, looks up at you and Yoongi.

“Don’t do that”, Yoongi whines, rubbing his own hand over his chest.

“Sorry”, Jungkook whispers, “I wanted to make you feel good.”

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He releases a sigh and cups Jungkook’s cheeks.

“It’s okay. I just got startled, that’s all. Thank you for thinking of me, babyboy”, he soothes him, tracing his pretty lips.

“Daddy”, Jungkook whispers shakily.

“Yes, babyboy?”

“Can you touch me more, please?” he begs.

“I don’t know. Can I?”

“Please”, Jungkook pouts.

Yoongi smiles and gives him a little pinch to the cheek, “do you wanna get on all fours for us?”

“All fours?”

“Mhm, so Mommy and I can eat you out together. One in the front and the other at the back. How does that sound?”

“So good”, Jungkook whispers, exhaling a soft moan.

“Do you want that?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you want that too, princess?”

“Uuuh yeah? You gotta ask?”

Yoongi grins, “just making sure we’re all into it.”

“I’m so into it”, you tell him.

“Me too”, Jungkook throws in, squirming needily, “please do it, please.”

“Good. Get on all fours. I won’t ask again”, Yoongi orders.

Jungkook follows instantly. He sits up just so he can flip over and fall onto his elbows, presenting his ass to you in an arch of his back.

“That’s amazing, sweetheart. Now relax, let us take care of you”, Yoongi says and lies down underneath him. He snakes his strong arms around Jungkook’s hips and pushes them down so he can take his cock back inside.

“Oh god”, Jungkook breathes and arches his back, “oh god, Yoongi…”

Yoongi mewls deliciously, dimpling Jungkook’s delicate hips as he keeps fucking his own face. It’s so much more intense in this position, but Yoongi loves intense. It gets him off. He gets off on the adrenaline, on pushing his own limits and the feeling of controlled helplessness. He likes being short of breath and dizzy and deprived of any sense of speaking. And Jungkook’s huge cock is the perfect way to consume those sensations. Yoongi sucks harder and moans gratefully.

“You feel so good”, Jungkook moans and whimpers, “oh god, you feel so good.”

His hole clenches in reaction to getting sucked off, his thighs keep shaking. You are mesmerised. By Yoongi’s long fingers on Jungkook’s hips, by Jungkook’s trembling thighs and by his pretty, puckered hole. It looks soft and loose even now when nothing has been done to it yet. Jungkook always gets like this the moment someone touches him just right. As if it was his body’s natural instinct to loosen up and prepare for a fuck. Maybe that’s his secret little talent or maybe he just feels safe enough with you and Yoongi to really let lose. Yoongi mewls deeply around Jungkook’s cock, making his hole clench again. You gulp, feeling yourself drool. How it is begging for your attention.

You place your hands on his buttocks, making them tense up. Then you spread them, revealing more of him to your greedy eyes. It flutters and clenches, screaming for your attention.

“Ready?” you make sure.

“Please yes”, Jungkook consents, arching his back as best as Yoongi allows him to.

You stick your tongue out and lower yourself to his pretty hole.

Jungkook throws his head back with the first contact, thrusting into Yoongi’s mouth in pure instinct. The latter growls in distaste and pushes him away until he was comfortable again. Then he begins guiding Jungkook’s squirming hips, thrusting them into his mouth in a slow, deep pace.

And while he guides Jungkook’s hips, you are grinding your dripping tongue over his soft rim. Your hands are resting on his buttocks, keeping him spread for you. Your fingertips are touching Yoongi’s hands. It makes the current situation feel so much more intimate. You are sharing your sweet Kookie. This is the best thing ever.

“Oh god, Mommy’s tongue is so soft”, Jungkook mewls.

You moan into him and apply more pressure, dimpling his perky butt as you grip him tighter. He tastes so good. You are so addicted to him.

“Mommy thank you”, Jungkook mewls and drops his head. He sobs happily, “Daddy, thank you too. Your mouth is so warm. Oh god…”

Yoongi moans deeply, pushing Jungkook further down his throat. He is making him bulge like this. Jungkook shakes like crazy because of it.

“Daddy, please don’t stop. Mommy. Oh god, please you are both so good”, Jungkook mewls, trembling in your hands.

He doesn’t know who to moan for louder. Maybe, he doesn’t want to moan for a certain person louder. Maybe, he just wants to make submissive sounds for both of you equally. This feels so good. His legs are shaking like crazy and his head is dizzy and every inch of his body is burning up in pleasure. Yoongi’s throat is so tight around his big cock. His hungry growls and deep purrs send intense vibrations through his dick and his long tongue keeps wrapping around him and jerking him off. Jungkook never felt something like this before. To have his cock sucked and squeezed by the tightest throat whilst at the same time being jerked off by a long, wet tongue. He knew that Yoongi could grow his tongue, courtesy of him being half Glutton, but he never thought about all the possibilities it could bring. And he most definitely didn’t think that he would ever get the best tongue job in his life while behind him, your warm tongue was fucking his hole.

“Holy shit, I can’t stop shaking”, Jungkook gets out, twisting the picnic blanket, “I, I can’t stop. I can’t- ah!”

You are moaning and growling just as much as Yoongi is, massaging his trembling buttocks and sending vibrations through his body. Jungkook is sometimes embarrassed about how sensitive he is. He can’t stop making sounds and his body keeps flinching without him having any control over it. He is so sensitive, but he can’t help it. You and Yoongi feel so good.

Jungkook grips another bundle of the picnic blanket and twists it. He leaks down Yoongi’s throat, throbbing in the tight grip his long tongue has around him.

“Fuck, Kookie”, your hot breath is swirling over his skin and is keeping him on edge, “you taste so good.”

“Mommy, I feel good”, Jungkook whimpers, burying his face in his lower arm. He can barely keep himself on all fours, fighting against gravity with shaking thighs.

“That’s so good, baby. Keep yourself relaxed, baby. Just relax”, you coo and bury yourself back into his hole. He tenses it for just a second, but then remembers to obey. He tries to relax with a trembling sigh, covering Yoongi’s throat in a new layer of pleasure. You slipped back inside, now using your head to fuck him open with your wet tongue.

Your left hand is intertwined with Yoongi’s on Jungkook’s hip, your right hand travels to Jungkook’s balls and begins massaging them. Carefully as to not mess up Yoongi’s rhythm.

Jungkook’ reaction is instant. He moans loudly and squeezes Yoongi’s head between his thighs.

Yoongi can’t hear that way. The parts Jungkook touches become sweatier and sweatier. The pressure on his skull is intense in a nice way. Yoongi likes it when you close your thighs around his head and he realises that he also likes it when Jungkook does. He likes the pressure, the heat, the sensory deprivation and the intimacy of it. To know that he makes his lovers feel so good that they have to squeeze their legs together makes him feel incredibly accomplished.

He lifts his head and begins meeting his own movements, gagging and groaning around Jungkook’s big cock while his tongue grows more and more, wrapping around his girth until every single inch of it was wrapped in Yoongi’s pulsating tongue.

“I have to cum, please”, Jungkook pleads, convulsing uncontrollably. He can’t hold it anymore. He gets his ass fucked by your tongue and his cock jerked by Yoongi’s and he can’t hold it anymore.

You moan into him, Yoongi gags again and pushes him down more. And more and more, until he can take in Jungkook’s heavy balls as well. His tongue spins a web of wet pleasure around them instantly, massaging them in quick pulses while his throat closes up more and more around his tip.

Now without work, your right hand slips back to Jungkook’s ass. He is so tight around your tongue. Tight, but not stuffed enough. You know your greedy Ripper. He is wet enough from your tongue. You slip your finger into him right with your tongue.

“Now”, Jungkook sobs, “please don’t pull back, I have to- ah aha ah ah.”

You just manage to press down on his prostate and then Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He climaxes, wailing your names as he shoots his big load down Yoongi’s throat.

“Fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck!” Jungkook yelps, twitching uncontrollably, “I can’t- ah! Ah! Fuck! Ah!”

And you fuck him right through his shakes, massaging his prostate and jerking off his cock until his heavy balls are empty and all Yoongi tastes is the sweetness of Jungkook’s squirt. He didn’t want to squirt and yet he did. You are milking him and torturing him.

Jungkook cried as at happens, begging for a break he knows won’t come until he is empty. And so he continues to shake and twitch and convulse as you and Yoongi fuck him and suck him dry. Jungkook bites his own arm as you do, sobbing for his Doms and feeling lightheaded. He always becomes an especially big crybaby when someone makes him squirt. The first time it happened, Jungkook was so scared of the intensity that he broke the bed. Till this day you and Yoongi laugh about it, while Jungkook pouts. These days he is a little better at controlling his strength, but he still cries unbearably. It just feels way too good not to.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god please stop”, Jungkook begs once the fire of sweet overstimulation turns into the burning of too much, “please no more, please.”

Yoongi, delirious from his taste and one second away from passing out, releases Jungkook’s aching cock from his mouth. It flops out weakly, covering his face in spurts of spit, cum and squirt. He sucked him so hard that he softened. He officially ruined him. Yoongi moans and whimpers, lapping at Jungkook’s sensitive cock for one last glimpse of his taste. You slip your finger free first, ending it by giving his fluttering rim gentle kisses.

“Oh god”, Jungkook presses out and rolls off of Yoongi just to fall onto the ground. He pulls his knees to his chest and presses his hand to his eyes, shaking like crazy as quick pants leave his lips, “oh god.”

You are the first to recover. Yoongi still needs some time to find his way back to reality. His throat hurts. He fucked it raw with Jungkook’s cock. He is pretty sure that he currently can’t talk, but he doesn’t care because he’ll heal in a few seconds. For now however, he needs to lie completely still and fight for air.

You in the meantime wrap your arms around Jungkook and lift him, kissing his neck repeatedly.

“Good job”, you praise, “you did such a good job. I’m so proud of you, good job.”

Jungkook shudders, snaking his arms around you to press you into him.

“Mommy”, he sobs softly.

“I’m right here. You did so well, my baby”, you soothe him, ruffling his sweaty hair.

“My, my head hurts.”

“Gosh, really?”

He nods his head and whimpers into your chest.

“No, poor baby”, you whine, snuggling him tightly, “let me squeeze it better.”

Jungkook lets you squeeze him and rock him and hold him. He giggles once seconds turn into moments. And as that happens, you giggle with him, kissing the crown of his head. He loves being taken care of after such an intense high and you are so, so good at it.

Jungkook lifts his head, looking up at you with his big, brown eyes. He smiles with them. You retort it and cup his sweaty cheek. It feels tender and soft in your palm, his skin is so heated.

“Thank you, Mommy”, he whispers cutely, having to giggle again.

“You’re such a babyboy”, you breathe, tracing his small eye wrinkles. He always gets them when he smiles especially prettily. You are so obsessed with them.

“I’m your babyboy”, he lulls, making you smile.

“That’s right. You’re my babyboy. Mine and Yoongi’s.”

You and Jungkook turn your heads to look at the mentioned. Yoongi is sitting up, hunching his back and looking utterly ruined. His hair is a mess, his lips are puffy and his entire face is wet and sticky. He also barely manages to keep his eyes open, blinking them at you and Jungkook slowly.

You and he crack up at the adorable view. Yoongi squints his eyes and lets out a weak “hm.”

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Mhm”, Yoongi nods his head contently, smiling without showing his teeth. His cheeks puff out like this.

“Are you sure? You look a little ruined.”

“Yeah”, his voice is raspier than usual. It’s so sexy, “just got my face fucked in. Give me a moment.”

You and Jungkook snicker, closing the distance between you and Yoongi to snuggle.

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook says and cuddles into Yoongi’s side. He places his hand on his tummy and rubs circles on it gently. Yoongi lets him because he trusts him.

“For what?” Yoongi closes his arm around Jungkook, “it’s what I wanted. Did you enjoy yourself, baby?”

“Yes”, Jungkook rests his head on Yoongi’s thigh, “so, so much. It, it felt so, so good.”

Yoongi’s smiles tiredly, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, “good.”

“Thank you, Daddy”, Jungkook says and giggles cutely, scrunching his nose up.

“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out and runs the back of his hand down Jungkook’s cheek, “you’re so cute.”

Jungkook closes his eyes and relaxes with a content sigh. You can watch how Yoongi’s eyes soften in adoration. His fingers pinch Jungkook’s cheek gently and then begin combing his messy hair out of his face.

“You look really sexy sucking cock, my love”, you say, resting your chin on Yoongi’s shoulder. You lean in and smooch his cheek. He tastes like sweat and Jungkook’s cum. It’s a delicious combination, making you nibble on his tender cheek gently.

Yoongi leans into the love bites with his eyes falling closed. His tummy flutters like crazy. He loves it so much when you bite him.

“I liked sucking cock”, he confesses, “yeah, was really good.”

“You’re so talented at it, hyungie. When you used your tongue, I had to cry.”

Yoongi smiles cockily, “good.”

“He grew his tongue, didn’t he? He’s such a sexy menace, isn’t he?” you say to which Jungkook agrees with a passionate nod of his head.

Yoongi chuckles quietly, feeling giddy in his chest. He loves it so much when you and Jungkook talk about him in front of him. You always say the nicest things and Yoongi really likes that.

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Sugar and Spice | MYG | Ep.7

A Small Town Swoons story

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Spice)

Wordcount: 8k

Rating: 18+, minors, do not interact

Genre: smut, fluff

Synopsis: Spice and the guys get ready to celebrate Christmas Eve together, however she can tell Yoongi is hiding something from her. She really has no idea what’s coming for her. Or maybe who. However, she’s not the only one who will have to deal with unforeseen circumstances.

Warnings: Cussing. NSFW content involves foreplay (male and female receiving), masturbation (male and female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), sex toy (dildo), humping/grinding (but no penetration happening cause Yoongi is a gentleman and wants to do things the proper way lol), marking/hickeys, cumplay.

A/N: This should be the last chapter of Yoongi and Spice’s story, however we will find them again in other character’s stories. This is of course very late and quite anticlimactic now that it’s almost been three months since Christmas, but I guess we’ll all make do hehe :’) HBD yoombles 💜✨

Here is my complete masterlist

Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7

“Hey there, good evening!” Jeongguk's arms wrapped around you, holding you tight for a couple seconds.

“Good evening! Thank you for coming!” You greeted him back before Jeongguk passed you over to Namjoon, who hugged you a bit more stiffly, but still warmly and affectionately.

“It's alright, we're glad you wanted us over,” Jeongguk replied, following you as you led them into the living room. “We would be by ourselves anyways, so it's pretty dope we're keeping each other company on a night like this.”

It was Christmas eve, and since you didn't want to spend it alone, you'd mentioned the idea of having late dinner together, one night at Ginger's, at one of the guys' friendly gatherings. Apparently everyone was busy except for Jeongguk and Namjoon. And Yoongi.

You had assumed he would be hanging out with Marnie, but apparently the old woman had plans by herself — namely a spa trip with her girlfriends, which may or may not include disagreeable wine consumption. When she'd mentioned, it did sound pretty suspicious, but you refused to think she was making it up and simply let her get away with it. Maybe you were just being paranoid, but Yoongi had seemed a bit off back then and then he'd kept being a bit too skittish around you.

“Yoongi's a bit late,” Namjoon said, his tone slightly guarded. “But we brought a panettone from Seokjin's bakery. And wine, of course.”

You nodded, still wondering about Yoongi as you accepted Namjoon's offerings and placed them on the counter.

“I got a bunch of stuff ordered from a bistro near Jimin's shop. I didn't want to ruin the night by sending us all to the ER with food poisoning,” you joked, not yet relaxed about the night and the fact that you were hosting two friends and a walking dilemma for a dinner you had no chance or skill to cook.

“It's a nice spot,” Jeongguk said, noticing Namjoon shutting off. He knew what that place meant, and why his friend didn't like it mentioned.

Jeongguk tried to nonchalantly put some gifts under the Christmas tree, but with both yours and Namjoon's vacant stares, he didn't have much to worry about.

“Where's Bibby?” you asked, trying to change the topic of conversation. “Left him alone on Christmas eve?”

Jeongguk giggled and shrugged, a warm blush spreading on his cheeks. “Yes, but I did offer him a very large apology in the form of a delicious bone. It still had some meat on it, so my conscience feels pretty light.”

You chuckled too before adding, “You could have brought him with you, I love having him around.”

He shook his head. “I didn't think about it and I didn't want to bother you.”

“Well, he's never a bother, so from now on you can bring him with you when you stop by. I miss having dogs around.”

The expression on your face showed every ounce of nostalgia you were feeling, so Jeongguk eagerly tried to diverge into a new topic, asking you about your job at the firm and your research into the local archives, your enthusiasm so contagious that neither of you realised you'd been talking for ten minutes and were only interrupted by Yoongi's arrival.

He bore all the signs of being in the cold for too long.

“Hey there!” You called once he appeared in the large space of the living room, peeking through the arched opening that separated it from your kitchen counter.

“Hey, sorry I'm late.” He looked tired. Very.

“You look exhausted, are you alright?” Worry laced every word of your question.

“Just… Minor inconvenience. No biggie. Let's just eat.”

You let it go. You had to, mostly because there was no way you could ask more questions and comfort him without the guys noticing how intimate you and him had got recently. It had become absolutely normal for you to hold his hands and kiss his knuckles and run your fingers through his hair.

Neither of you dared call it what it is, but any formal introduction would be overdue and unnecessary at the same time, at this point.

Formalities weren't a forte for either of you but there were pushes and pulls happening in the tugging game your lips played when next to each other. It was a game of gravity and sheer will, of intention and instinct and control. Often, it slipped, but neither of you had had the courage to take that final step.

Namjoon and Jeongguk stayed silent about the blatant connection between you and Yoongi as they preyed on the small appetisers you'd bought and placed on a homey Christmas plate. They tried to make some small talk while waiting for the turkey, but once it was served, only the sound of cutlery and background music could be heard. And some low key loud chewing, mostly because Jeongguk was still recovering from his wisdom tooth removal.

“Eggnog and panettone on the sofa?” You suggested as everyone slouched on their chairs, belly full.

“Totally,” Jeongguk agreed. “Can we ignore the dishes for a bit and just chill?”

You hummed in approval, relieved, but also conflicted. You did have a dishwasher, which you hardly ever use because you prefer doing your dishes right away instead of leaving them in the machine waiting to have enough of them that you wouldn't be wasting water. Maybe you could—

“I can put them in the dishwasher for you,” Yoongi offered.

You looked at him and you could feel your eyes sparkle at him. You smiled fondly, knowing everyone could read right through you. “Thank you, but let's just go and relax now, shall we?”

You stood and caressed his shoulder as you passed by him. “I'll get some sweets ready.”

Jeongguk cheered for the sweets while Namjoon stared at the spot where your fingers had brushed Yoongi's frame.

His eyes met those of the older, a silent conversation happening, one looking for answers, the other pointing out how obvious they were.

They all settled on the sofa while you cut the panettone — kindly provided by Seokjin — and laid out some gingerbread men on a tray.

“Shall we play some games? Watch a film?” Jeongguk asked, grabbing the TV remote and zapping through some channels, complaining about all the lame shows airing and the lack of quality films on mainstream television.

“It's like they want us to forget that good movies exist,” he muttered, tutting in disapproval as he met a reality show rerun. “Stupid celebrity things. Who gives a damn, I don't even know half of these people.”

He kept looking for something decent until finally he managed to find The Grinch airing. It had already started a good forty minutes ago, but you all decided to let it play in the background as you sat on the carpet and started mixing Jeongguk's Uno cards.

You tried not to notice the way Yoongi deliberately sat in front of you, as if clearly stating he didn't mean to sit beside you, and you could swear your heart chipped away just slightly, the splinter embedding itself on tender, hurt skin.

Something was wrong with him, but you couldn't tell exactly. Maybe he was trying to conceal his feelings in front of your friends. Maybe he was in a blue mood because he missed his mom — after all, the holidays are especially tough on people who have lost loved ones, and his bond with Ginger was way stronger than mere blood connections. He had loved — and he still loved — his adoptive mother more devotedly than most children love their natural parents, so maybe he was feeling lost, and sad, and uprooted. That's how you felt too when you thought about not spending Christmas in your childhood home with your family.

Namjoon nudged your arm with his shoulder, calling you back to planet earth. “Your turn,” he prompted you, nudging the pile of cards in the middle with his pinkie.

You startled at the beckoning, reacting as quickly as you could, and next you forced yourself to stay present.

Now wasn't the time for overthinking.

At eleven, after losing three games of Uno and winning around six of them, you were ready to head to bed, but the guys wanted to stay up and wait for midnight to make their wishes and exchange gifts. And telling no to Jeongguk is not something your tender heart can do, so you waited.

You waited and drank more eggnog, and your cheeks felt aflame, especially so close to the fireplace and to the room having three extra people keeping it warm.

You asked about the other guys, what they were up to, and if they had plans to meet on Christmas day; Jeongguk mentioned lunch at Seokjin's grandmother, wondering whether Buttercup would be there, and being one hundred percent sure Taehyung would invite himself last minute.

It was sad to notice how all of them were so alone, so enamoured with each other like a chosen family, made of brotherhood, but also so much more, a complicated set of missing parents, and missed ones too, of stand-in grandparents, and mentors, and informal, friendly adoptions that turned the boys into parents themselves. And then pets, and bizarre attachment to plants…

It was as if they had recognised how dysfunctional they were, but they'd ended up making the best of what they could out of it.

“Merry Christmas!” Jeongguk cheered once midnight struck.

You got to your feet, starting a quick round of hugs and wishes, Jeongguk first, then Namjoon, which left Yoongi last, his frame standing there, his face looking almost nauseous.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, leaning forward, towards you.

You reciprocated the hug, but the words were stuck in your throat. You wanted to ask him if he was okay, wanted to ask him what's wrong, if you did something wrong, if the scales had been tipped off too badly and would be forever askew.

“Gifts!” Jeongguk said, stratching his body across the floor, his arm aiming towards the tree, desperately trying to ignore how awkward it had felt.

He almost wanted to swat at Yoongi's head: the guy could really be impossible when he wanted to.

“This for Spice,” he said, offering you a bag. “Please, congratulate the package, I did it myself.”

Your heart warmed a little at Jeongguk's cute smile. You still felt a bit hollow because of Yoongi's strange behaviour, but you decided the moment was precious and the caprice of the man could be left aside for a while. This was the first time you received gifts from someone new, and such a small thing could become a huge checkpoint for your friendship, helping you realise the impression you'd given them.

You really wanted it to be a good impression.

“It's a… Oh!” You blinked a bunch of times to help your eyes unwater. Oh.

“You said you really like Stitch. We thought you'd— Umph!” Jeongguk's words were cut short as your frame impacted with his chest and caused his lungs to shrink. “I guess you like it!” He said with a chuckle, fully appreciating the vice-grip hug he was getting.

“I do! I love it!” you clarified, hugging Namjoon next.

“Thanks,” he said, his large arms wrapping around you, his frame dwarfing you a little. “I got you the dvd's. I don't like paying for Disney plus.”

You smiled and looked up at him. “Yeah, we know.”

“This one is for Namjoon!” Jeongguk announced, passing a package to the man, who opened it to find a charming hand knit sweater with a large bear design. “Marnie made it for you, so you should really thank her,” Yoongi explained, his voice soft and loving.

Namjoon nodded, then passed a box to Yoongi. “We didn't know what to get you, so—”

“I hope it's a fat stack of cash,” Yoongi murmured.

Jeongguk laughed. “Almost.”

You stared at Yoongi opening his package very deliberately, his fingers — oh, what a blessing, what a gift — moving slowly as he picked at the tape holding the package close, ungluing it and unfolding the wrapping paper. He sat at the coffee table with his legs criss crossed, very carefully removing the present from its case.

“We know it's a while since you last picked them up.” Namjoon spoke softly. “It's time.”

It was a set of watercolor pencils. An extremely beautiful one, probably expensive too.

Yoongi nodded. “It's true.” When he made eye contact with the other man, his eyes were glossy and he sniffed just once. “Thank you.”

Jeongguk quietly moved around the table and knelt, hugging Yoongi from the back. “I want something for my living room. A crane, maybe. Or a stork.”

Yoongi nodded. “I like storks. They make very pretty homes for themselves.”

“A stork it is.”

Yoongi turned slightly, hugging Jeongguk in return. The two exchanged some words you couldn't hear, but you knew they had to mean a lot based on the way they didn't slap each other's back but rubbed it slowly, lovingly.

“I think it's time for us to go home, Cookie. I need to wake up early tomorrow, I told you my mother is visiting,” Namjoon stated, but it didn't sound natural at all.

You stared at him with a suspicious look, wondering whether you should call his bluff or insist on them staying, but he simply winked at you with a reassuring smirk.

“I didn't even give you your gifts?!” You objected, picking up a small bag from under the tree and handing it to Namjoon, then another to Jeongguk. “It's not much but it's thoughtful.”

They exchanged a look, then turned to Yoongi, who gave a little huff and nodded.

That was a green light for them to tear into their packages. They both found a baseball cap and a pair of socks with matching designs, Namjoon's pieces being beige with embroidered bonsais, Jeongguk's being black with embroidered white bunnies.

Both seemed ecstatic. “A friend of a friend does custom embroideries. It seemed too cute.” You found yourself sandwiched in between the two large boys in an instant, squished by their chests on either side.

On a daily occasion, you would have panicked at feeling crushed, but right in this moment you felt at home, loved and safe.

“Thank you thank you thank you,” Jeongguk cooed, while Namjoon offered a very soothing, “You didn't have to, and it means a lot to us.”

They let you go and once more exchanged a look. “Shall we?”

Jeongguk seemed hesitant, but eventually acquiesced.

“What's the rush?” you asked, your tone playful, and fully caught by surprise.

Namjoon looked over at Yoongi. “The roads will be icy tonight. Be careful.”

The other man nodded. “Namjoon has some errands in the morning. His mom is not staying nearby so he has some driving to do.”

You hummed.

“I'm just riding with him,” Jeongguk added. “He stops by my house.”

You hummed again. “Then, goodnight, I guess?”

You all exchanged greetings again and soon it was just you, Yoongi and the TV playing in the background.

“Did I do or say something?” You asked him. “Why is everyone so strange today?”

Yoongi stood and walked to your side. “I still owe you your Christmas gift.”

You stared at him with a slight frown. “What?”

“I owe you.”

“Except you don't. You got me the tree!” You made him notice.

“Shut up, it's just a silly present,” he objected before grabbing a small bag from under the tree. “Jeongguk brought it, but I was the one who bought it for you.”

You frowned, vision already getting watery.

“You didn't have to,” you objected with a wobbly voice.

“Except I did.” His expression was fine once he looked at you. “Open it.”

You shredded the paper in record time. “A… Candle?” You studied it a little, opened it and gave it a sniff. “Goodness gracious.”

“You said you liked my cologne. They make matching candles.” He was very tentative with his reply, almost guarded.

“I love it. I love this.” His cologne was a deeply magnetic, hypnotic scent. The idea of having it warming your house was… Dangerous and welcome at the same time.

“I got you a gift too, you know,” you argued. You stood, heading for your bedroom. You hadn't managed to put his gift under the tree, mostly because it felt like something precious, something you wanted to hoard for yourself until you had to inevitably hand it over.

When you returned to the living room, he was standing by the fire, staring at it, lost in thought.

“Yoongi.”

He turned slowly, the flames enhancing his magnificent, soft lineaments.

You handed him the box. It was barely larger than the palm of your hand. “Careful, it's delicate.”

And he opened it, extremely gently, deft fingers moving attentively, with no rush.

“You didn't.”

“Marnie told me what it meant. For you. For Ginger.”

“Spice, I—”

You nodded. “You don't have to say anything. You don't have to like it, I know it's not entirely something happy, but I thought that—”

He was kissing you. Out of nowhere, Yoongi was kissing you. He'd stopped you mid-sentence, and kissed you. The hands that had been desperately gesticulating seconds ago dropped at your sides, no part of your body existing other than your mouth, your face. Then you brought your hands to his head, fingers diving in his hair, and started to kiss him back.

It was everything you'd ever wanted. He was trembling beneath your touch, incredulous, almost hesitant as he took a step back. “Really?” He asked, his voice cracking with hope. His smile was so fragile, as if your disapproval could shatter his entire being.

You nodded. “Really for real.”

He placed down your present on top of the mantelpiece, then took a large step in your direction, pressed his palms to your cheeks and kissed you again.

This time you melted, like jelly in the sun, your limbs turning into goo. A moan escaped your throat and he pulled you closer, your hands resting on his hips, bringing him towards you, gasping when he nipped at your lip, then licked it. “Can I kiss your neck again, please?” He breathed out, impatient, worn thin.

You tipped your head back and exhaled, “Please.”

He dove for the slope of your shoulder, tickling it with his breath, his teeth. He gave the gentlest nibble, closing his incisors in a sweet caress, a whisper of a bite.

Your hips buckled against his and this time he was the one who whimpered. You started pulling him down, inviting him to sit on the sofa, struggling to find a comfortable position to keep kissing him but maybe also take things a step further.

“Yoongi,” you called, a weak moan, a tiny plea.

“If we go any further than this, I want you to know I won't be able to make it a one time thing.” He sat on the sofa. “I'd rather die a damned man than never kiss you again.”

“Yoongi—”

“I've liked you for months, Spice. It's excruciating, okay? I know I don't deserve you, I know maybe you don't even see me this way, but I want you, Spice. And it never stops. It has never happened to me before, and it scares me to death, but I like you.” He scrubbed at his face with his hands. “But if you don't like me, if you think you just want a one night stand and then you want things to go back to normal… If you don't want to be more than friends, then we should stop right here.”

You stood before him while he was seated, the way his eyes looked at you, upwards, making you shiver. You stared at him, speechless, breathless– and turned to your side. You paced in front of him, three steps to his left, then turned around, three steps to his right. Then three more. Turned again.

“You like me?” You asked, twisting your head in his direction.

“Yeah.”

“You want us to… To date?”

He shrugged, huffing out an embarrassed breath. “Why not. If you'd like to. I mean… I want you. And I've wanted you for a while and— I want us to give this a chance, as more than friends.”

“How long have you liked me?” You asked, astonished.

“Since the apple festival. I think.” He shifted in his seat, not even making eye contact with you. “Sorry I didn't tell you sooner.”

“I liked you too. Back then. And I guess I've started wanting you more since Halloween.”

“Don't even get me started on Halloween.” He shook his head and gave a bitter laugh. “I don't think I've had my head straight since.”

You stopped in front of him, standing before him, his legs spread lightly. “Do you still think about that kiss?”

“On your neck?”

You nodded, torturing your fingers together. You were so tense.

“I do. I—” He looked away, cheeks ablaze. “I dream about it. I dream we didn't stop. I dream we were alone. I dream— And I always wake up and— I—” He struggled admitting it, but then, there it was, “I wake up hard from it.”

His eyes met yours fleetingly. “I'm not proud of it. I'm sorry.”

Your heartbeat couldn't be normal at this point. Maybe a heart attack? Just some funny hyperventilation?

“I wake up wet from dreams of you. Of your hands—” You tried evening out the field. “I can't go back to sleep afterwards.”

His eyes couldn't leave yours after your admission.

They did only once your left knee lifted and planted itself on the seat of the sofa, right beside his right hip.

“What do my hands do to you, in your dreams?”

“What do you think?” Your right knee moved next, and slowly, carefully, you got astride him.

“I want to hear it from your lips.”

“They touch me,” you admitted, cheeks boiling, eyes cast downwards — awful choice, godbless, he's thick.

“Uh-huh.” His hands stayed solidly rooted by his sides, untouching you. “Where.”

You caught his wrist and slowly, tentatively brought his palm to your neck. “Here.”

He nodded.

You moved to his other wrist, eyes on him as you made his left hand land on your breast. “And here.”

He hummed again, this time more strained.

“What do I do next.”

“You caress me, massage me.” You bite the tip of your tongue before admitting, “Sometimes you hold your fingers around my throat. Sometimes you even slap my chest, gently, or tap at my cheek, as if to scold me, but you're always so sweet.”

“What do you want to try?” He asked. “What do you need the most?”

“Just knead me, please. It's sensitive.”

He nodded. “I'll make sure to keep the rest for next time.”

“Am I making this weird—”

“Dammit, no Spice. You're making this perfect, love.”

And at that you purred. He was grabbing your tit just right, and he started moving it I a slow, pleasant, deep circular motion.

Your head tumbled back, your hips jolting forward as he repeated the stroke. “Like this?”

You hummed contentedly.

“Okay.” He continued and shifted his hand around your throat, so gentle, so delicate, as if he were trying to test your pulse. “Like so?”

“Yeah.” Your voice came weak and heavy.

“Spice. We're giving this a go?” He asked.

“Let's give this a go,” you confirmed.

“Do you have your clothes on, on your dreams?”

“In my dreams we're usually half dressed, but when I wake up, I always wish we'd been naked.”

“Then I'm taking off my shirt, then your shirt, then your bra. We all good with that?”

“Ecstatic.”

He did start with his shirt. And the pale, slim lines of his torso appeared, reflecting the flames from the fireplace the same way glaciers reflect sunlight. “There.”

Your hands traced his chest immediately, index finger drawing idle circles around his nipple.

He hissed. “Sensitive,” he explained, then jutted his hips forward, the crotch of his pants too tight.

“What do I do, in your dreams,” you asked, wishing and praying for him to allow you to pull at his belt, undo it, then undo his fly, then venture inside and finally get to see him.

“It's your dream we're talking about here.” Yoongi grinned at you. “Stay still, Spice.”

“No. I want to—”

“Later.”

“No. Now.”

Yoongi arched an eyebrow at you. “What do you want, Spice.”

“I want you to relax. I want you to come.” You batted your eyelashes at him. “I want to make you come.”

He bit his lip. “You can.” He paused. “But first I want to take off your shirt. Do I have your consent for it?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

So he proceeded. He asked the same about your bra.

Once more you agreed eagerly.

“So, now, can I undo your belt and trousers?” You asked.

“Of course you can, sugar.” He caught your hand, kissed your knuckles. “If you want to stop, we can. At any time.”

You nodded, rubbing your cheek against the side of his head in tenderness. “Good to know. Thank you.”

You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him very delicately, adding some flourishes to the way your tongue chased his.

Your hands vibrated with nervous energy as you lowered his zipper, and he exhaled in relief through his mouth as pressure lowered around his crotch.

“Can I touch you? Like this?” You asked, your fingers making their way inside his jeans, but not yet his underwear.

He nodded, looking for your lips with his lips, mouthing at them wetly once he managed to kiss you. “I dreamt of this.”

“Did you come? In your dreams?”

He chuckled, then moaned at a specifically vicious twist of your palm. “Once, maybe.” His eyes rolled shut, his head hanging heavy against the headrest. The urge of his throat invited you to sink your teeth gently against his overstretched neck, and as you did so, he bucked his hips in your hand, below you.

“How does it feel, to be the one who gets kisses on his neck, mh?” You asked, letting him start to speak before you stroked his length, which made the words die on his lips.

“Oh? Come again?” You spurred him on, willingly giving him reprieve before once more squeezing and stroking his tip as he tried to make words come out.

“Is it too hard?” You teased him, your free hand helping him with your breast.

“So soft,” he uttered, lost in sensation.

You grinned, pushing your chest against his hand. “Take all you'd like, Yoongi.”

He hummed and gave two needy thrusts with his hips.

You wanted him to lay down, you wanted to stroke him and mark him and you wanted him to mark you too. You wanted him nasty, unhinged, dirty and out of control.

“Do you perhaps have some lube?” He asked, his voice raspy, incoherent.

You nodded. “You want me to jerk you off?”

He hesitated just a couple seconds, with a tiny blush on his cheeks. Then nodded, “Yes,” he confirmed.

You nodded too. “Be right back.” And it really was so, your quest handled as quickly as possible, your need to return to him incandescent.

He was staring at your tits when you reappeared in the room, as if hypnotised by them. “Marvelous,” he whispered as you approached, the bounce of them making him salivate.

You stopped in front of him, removed your trousers too, which left you in your panties and sock.

He was still wearing everything from the waist down except shoes.

He removed his trousers too, eyes glued to yours as he slowly, very slowly let his thighs, then his calves show.

“Fuck,” You hissed, staring at his crotch. It was beautiful. He had to be.

His erection showed through the pale blue boxer briefs, just the shape of it, thick and curved.

You straddled him once more, uncapped the lube and poured a generous amount on both your palms.

He kissed you as soon as you were ready. “You still sure?”

“If I don't make you come now I'm going to self-ignite.”

He laughed a little, easing the nerves, before he got hold of your wrists and led you to pull down the waistband, letting his length show.

You hated watching dicks on porn, but with Yoongi? That was not a dick, that was a penis. A very fine, very anatomically perfect member.

It was really, truly beautiful.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked, tenser than he could ever be.

“I love your penis.”

He was taken aback by the declaration for a couple seconds, then he giggled. “Thank you.”

Next thing he knew, the waistband of his briefs was caught under his balls and your hands were making him see fantabulous fractals on the ceiling as pleasure kept coming and coming in waves, rolling up and down his spine.

You tipped yourself forward, the heat of his skin like fireworks against the back of your thighs.

You stopped your hands, causing him to whine and force himself down his high, trying to get his eyes to focus on you.

“Is everything good?” You asked, almost teasing him, but not quite. You just wanted to make sure the connection between you was still there, even while he seemed so distant in his bliss.

He nodded distractedly, taking in a big breath through his mouth as he forced himself to sound more convincing. “I'm more than alright. Are you okay with this?”

“Very.”

He licked his lip and gave you a quick kiss. Your hand moved just a fraction and he groaned in pleasure, your foreheads and noses touching, a string of saliva still connecting his mouth to yours.

“Look at me,” you ordered him, your voice so soft.

His voice came out weak as he spoke, “Didn't imagine you like this.”

You slowed down a little. “What do you mean?”

“I didn't think you wanted… Things from me.” He grunted and swore, his hips jolting as he thrust into your fists. “I thought you'd be more passive. Less… Interested. Less eager.”

For the first time you took the liberty to openly stare down, at his sex.

He did the same, watching your hand squeeze and glide down, stopping at the base to tighten in a ring around it.

You slid back up slowly. Very slowly.

His flesh was responsive, the veins pulsating vigorously as you moved up, up to the tip, the tissue there an angry red so slick and glistening that it was almost painful not to suck.

“Is it bad? That I'm not passive?”

“No!” He replied with surety. “I love it. I was too scared to wish for it. Can you— Shit.”

You were kneeling on the floor — Yoongi didn't quite know when or how you had moved — He just realised that your mouth was now very close to his dick and—

“Holy fucking shit.” Your lips were sucking his inner thigh, so close to his balls and he was gripping the edge of the seat. “I'm gonna come.”

You hummed, then moved to his testicles, giving a very gentle lick, a testing one, while your hands tried to hold steady with their motion.

And there he was, swelling, whining, and coming, his release spreading over his lower abdomen. He seemed shocked at the sudden explosion, but he was too blissful to care.

“This is— I'm not sure I— Oh god, Spice.” He reached for you, trying to pull you to him, then remembering he was a mess and letting you keep some space.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Perfect. Ecstatic. Never been better,” you reassured him, genuine in your reply.

He nodded, as if relieved, then looked deep into your eyes. “I need to reciprocate.”

“Except you don't have to.”

He raised both eyebrows at you, as if outraged. “I know I don't have to, I said I need to.”

You stared at him intently, then he gave you a small surprise kiss. “I'll be right back.”

He tucked himself back in his briefs, then stood up and headed for the corridor.

You heard some rustling, some running water, then more rustling. The sound of a drawer. Then another. You were almost worried when you noticed him moving to another room.

“A-ha,” you heard him exclaim.

Another change in room. More water. More rustling. Then he was back. And he wasn't alone.

“I took the liberty to select him.”

You arched an eyebrow at him with a curious expression.

“You said your ex never did this for you. I know I don't want to go all the way tonight, but I also know I want to make you come, and I want to be there for you like this,” He explained, showing you the toy. “I want this to feel good for you.”

Your panties were already halfway off, and he was struggling to stay focused, but he needed your consent.

“What do you say?”

“Yes.” You were naked now. “Please, Yoongi.”

He could feel new arousal bloom at his core, but he decided to stay collected. “You want me to use the toy on you?”

“Yes, please. Fuck me with it.”

He inhaled and nodded. He had never, ever dared imagine you being so openly sexual, so blasée in your wants and needs.

As you laid down on the sofa, he tried to accommodate himself on top of you, but the angle was already uncomfortable with no action happening.

“Hold up.” You unceremoniously plopped yourself on the carpet, on top of a blanket, pushing the coffee table away with your leg. “Okay.”

He was kneeling on top of you, between your legs, which were open and bent at the knees. He added some lube to the toy, he spread it, then placed his slippery hand on your mound. “Okay, guide me whenever I'm doing something wrong, okay? You can move my hand, grab my wrist, my fingers, replace them, whatever, yeah?”

“Alright.” You were soaked from the foreplay you'd given him, from the arousal and the waiting and Yoongi being so— You stared at his tattooed hands as they spread your labia like petals, then went to work slowly, but deliciously, on your clitoris.

“Oh, sweet,” you managed to gasp. “Right there.”

He nodded, and, thank lord, continued just the way you'd told him. He progressively increased the stimulation. First he moved around your entire clitoris, stimulating it from all angles, next he moved the tip of two digits inside your entrance, starting to stretch you. Watching the ink on his hands disappear inside your heat was the most erotic experience you had ever testified.

And then you were taking both his fingers to the hilt, gasping a little as he hit that sensitive spot inside you.

“Tell me when you want more, Spice,” he said, deeply, softly, his voice midnight personified.

“Please, now,” you replied, a bit pathetic in your eagerness, but too enraptured in his touch to feel self-conscious.

A light squelching sound accompanied his fingers pulling out, before more squelching was caused by the wet toy sliding in.

“Is it too much? Too deep?” He asked, “What about the angle?”

“Fuck it, it's perfect,” you uttered, your voice tight with trying to control the overwhelming sensations dashing through your entire body.

He made sure the toy went in, to the very base, a hiccup coming from your throat at the sudden, powerful intrusion. And then Yoongi shifted his weight forward, so he was half on top of you. “I'll use the toy, but I want you to touch yourself.”

You stared at him before he bent down, the pink buds of his lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking hard for a few seconds, causing your back to arch. He nudged the toy inside you, a moan escaping you.

“This feels surreal,” you said, your voice high pitched and breathy, barely holding on to sanity. “If this is a wet dream, I don't want to wake up. I just wanna come, please. I deserve it.”

Yoongi chuckled against your breast, then let go of it. And then, he moved to your neck, pumping the toy out, then in, with one smooth stroke, then again, then again. “I promise I'll make you come, Spice. But I don't see you touching yourself. You want to come, don't you? Then touch yourself, sugar.” He moaned, rocking his hips against your thigh. “I promise I'll be so good to you,” he said, his voice a sultry proposition against your ear.

Once his lips attached to your neck, you knew you were done for. Your hand reached frantically for your crotch, finding your most sensitive spot and deciding to cut to the chase and finally go for your pleasure, no matter what would happen after you and Yoongi were done with this erotica fantasy you had decided to engage in.

“Faster, harder, please,” you begged, moving your hips in an attempt to find your release.

He obeyed, moving to the opposite side of your neck as he quickened his pace.

You knew he was bruising you all over, but you didn't care. You couldn't care. Your core was burning, the tightness inside you growing and growing until a loud moan echoed through the room and released slashed through you.

You found yourself gripping his hair, hips bucking wildly as you needed more, deeper, slower, harder… It was a kaleidoscope of sensations, and Yoongi, now glued to your chest, sucking, nibbling, making you wilder for him.

“Fuck, stay there—” you gasped, grabbing the toy from his hand and moving it for yourself. “Make yourself come,” you ordered him, grabbing his ass with your free hand and helping him rut his crotch against the soft part of your hip. “I want you to come on me. It's okay. Please.”

The look he gave you was frantic, sex-addled, confused and grateful. You helped him untuck himself, then squeezed the toy in and rolled around, pushing him onto his back while you settled on top of him.

He seemed amused.

“What?” you asked, a smile on your lips.

“This is, by far, my favourite thing you've done to me,” he said, his eyes glittering, an adoring look on his face.

You laughed, bending down to kiss him before starting to draw slow circles with your pelvis. “Is this okay?”

He purred, toying with your hair a little, pulling it aside. “You want me to cum?”

“I want you to. Need you to, even.”

There was light friction, so you took a quick pause to make sure his sex was once more lubricated. You smeared your lower belly with gel too, trying to make it more pleasant for him.

He seemed pretty grateful about it, especially once you resumed your grinding on him.

Then, there was a vibration. You ignored it as you reciprocated the hickeys on your neck by sprinkling some on Yoongi's throat and chest.

But then the noise was insistent and distracting, so you stopped to look at Yoongi. The vibration did not come from your toy — this one isn't battery operated. You almost expected him to have some other surprise for you when he simply shook his head and went on. “It's just my phone,” he dismissed it.

You nodded and tried to go back to your previous occupation — a very pleasant one — when his phone stopped. Both glad, you resumed your endeavours, with added moans and whimpers to better grasp the mindset you'd been ripped from.

You could tell he was on the very edge when the vibration returned.

His brow was knit tight, his lower lip was caught between his teeth, and he was moving against you deliciously, stimulating your clit oh so conveniently.

“Come,” you ordered him.

His frown intensified just a little.

You removed your hand from the toy and placed it at the base of his neck in a gentle, very careful hold, never tightening it. “I said come, Yoongi.”

He gave two, three sharp jabs and then wetness, hot and slippery, pressed to your tummy. He groaned warmly, lightly high pitched, delicate and silky against your face. Nothing existed but you and him and the pleasure running through his veins.

You allowed yourself to come only once he had, fucking yourself with the toy as hard and fast as you could, Yoongi still barely present beneath you.

With his fingers smeared in the mess caught between you he reached your bud of nerves and teased it as you screamed, reaching your orgasm and at the same time drowning underneath it, overstimulated by the movements inside you and outside you. You were caught in him, in pleasure, in the gentle reassurance of his arms holding you, catching you as the high receded. You were like a piece of wood drifting to the shore, lifeless, spent.

“This is…”

“I've never had something like this,” he admitted, drawing circles against the small of your back, enjoying the warm blanket that was your body on top of him. Fuck, it was perfect.

Then the phone rang again.

“Maybe it's urgent,” you suggested.

“The only urgent thing here is me going down on you right now.”

You sobbed at what you were denying, or maybe just postponing. “Answer the phone, Yoongi.”

He shook his head, then drew a slow circle against your clitoris. “I know you want it again. We can go again. And again,” he kissed your shoulder, “And again,” he grabbed your ass, then moved the dildo currently inside you. “And a couple times more.”

You were melting, a slow smile forming on your face. “What if I—?”

This time, your phone rang. And it couldn't be casual. It couldn't be unimportant. Maybe your parents—? “Okay, I'm getting this.”

“No!” He whined, weak, clingy. “Stay, please.”

You went to the phone, stopping just a quick second to remove the toy.

He shook his head and huffed in frustration.

And then you got to the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, Spice? It's Jeongguk.”

You turned to Yoongi, your eyes like fierce slits aimed at him. “Hi Guk, how can I—?”

“Can I talk to Yoongi, please?”

Your gaze was throwing daggers at the man in question. “Sure.”

You walked to him, watching his eyes dart from your bouncing breasts to your petty stare. “Guk. He asked for you.”

Yoongi exhaled and picked himself up. “Hey.”

From the other end of the line came a string of rushed words, muffled a little. You didn't understand anything clearly.

“And you need me there?” He asked, rubbing his palm across his face. Yoongi was covering himself, still messy, hair a tangled nest above his head.

“Okay, it will take me a bit, but if this is strictly necessary, then I'll be there. Give me fifteen.” He waited, then looked at you. “Then maybe twenty.”

Another pause.

“Okay, bye.”

You stood there, waiting for explanations.

“It's Namjoon. They're gonna need me there.”

“Is he alright?”

“It's complicated, but he's mostly alright.” He stood up. “Want to come with?”

“Am I allowed?” Having this conversation while mostly naked was complicated, but you needed to make do.

“Yeah. Depends on how good a caregiver you are.”

You nodded and collected the clothes from the floor, “Okay, we're going.”

It took you indeed twenty minutes to collect yourselves both and head over to Namjoon's place, almost missing the country lane leading to it, right in the woods.

“You were skittish tonight. Was it because of… You know?” You gestured to your body, then his, in a very chaotic way.

He shrugged. “I made up my mind to confess, and I was sure you were going to turn me down. The guys have been hyping me up all week, but I wasn't hopeful at all.”

You nodded, without understating, then snapped your head his way once you understood what he meant. “Oh.”

“Yup.”

“I see.”

“I told you I like you. I'm pretty sure it's a bit more than that at this point, but I suppose I really don't want to rush this through, and I want to be sure before I say anything more… Less trivial.” You stared at each other in the parked car, waiting in front of Namjoon's house.

“Okay.” You paused. “So they know that we… We kind of… Sucked each other's faces tonight?”

“Not really. They only know what they can infer from me still being at your place after almost forty minutes since they left.”

“Okay,” you repeated. “I still don't know what to expect from this Namjoon situation.”

He cackled. “The less you know the better. Let's go.”

He exited the pick up and you almost did the same before he rushed to your side, helping you off. “By the way, you look kinda glowing right now. Tone it down a notch.” He winked at you.

You sucked your lips together. “And you should stop gloating.”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer, kissing your temple before knocking at the door. “Marnie is going to be the one gloating with 'I told you so's.”

“Did Marnie—”

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “She always knows.”

He was almost knocking on the door when you caught his wrist, stopping him, grabbing his face by the cheeks and kissing him deeply.

He seemed a bit too blissful when you moved away, his eyes still closed, face relaxed, lips still agape, as if still tasting you. “I like you too, as a friend and more. Maybe I like you the most because you’re my friend. And it’s maybe absolutely improper but just to make sure you get the point, I accompanied Marnie to church one day, and I’m not a religious person, but yeah, I thanked the deity for your hands.”

And he laughed. And it felt amazing to feel him laugh like that, at your joke, and maybe you are after all in love. “I’m honoured,” he said, drying his eyes. He kissed your temple. “Ready?”

You nodded. “Ready.”

And he knocked.

Jeongguk opened the door. “Thank god, he's starting with The Lady and The Tramp.”

Yoongi grimaced. “Ice cream situation?”

“Half tub in.”

“Did you hide the expensive liquor?” he asked.

Jeongguk nodded.

“And the potentially poisonous shit he crafted?” Yoongi made his way in, removing his parka.

“Also hidden.”

You blinked at the interactions between the two, then moved inside once Jeongguk invited you in.

Yoongi was already headed to the living room when you and Jeongguk, left in the foyer, managed to have a private conversation. You removed your coat.

“I see all went well,” Jeongguk started.

Your brow furrowed as you turned to him. “What?”

He gestured at your neck, and you managed to catch your reflection in the mirror by the door, a necklace of purple and red marks stretching like spider webs across your skin. “Shit.”

“We're glad it worked. I hope you know he's serious about this.”

You nodded. “You probably know I am, too. And very.”

“Excellent.”

“I'm not sure I'm welcome here,” you said, a bit embarrassed.

“No, it's alright. Both me and Joon are happy with you tagging along, and we know Yoongi wants you around.”

You snorted. “You'd do anything to make him happy, huh?”

Jeongguk chuckled. “He's hard to deny.”

You nodded with a fond smile. “He really is.” You looked around, interested in what the dim, orange lights could help you see of the space around you.

“So, what's going on with Namjoon?”

Jeongguk exhaled, a concerned look appearing on his face. “His one and only is getting married. To someone else. Apparently the guy proposed tonight and she just posted about it online.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Yup. That's about the best way to describe it.”

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