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— Satiate (m)

word count; 5.3k

genre; smut 18+ | vampire au

pairing; hoseok x reader x yoongi

summary; you go to donate blood, only this isn’t your conventional blood donation.

warnings; smut, pwp, porn with little plot, threesome (m x f x m), biting, blood play (it’s a vampire au), oral (f receiving), breast/nipple play, masturbation, voyeurism?, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, creampie, cum play, overtimulation, hoseok has a fat cock sshjbsj

a/n; oof. thank you @shadowsremedy​ for looking over this. I wrote this in a day while running on like two hours of sleep. did anyone ask for this vampire!sope fic? no. did i write it anyways? yes. do i think this is eh? absolutely but here you go :) enjoy!

The sound of the pen dragging against the paper is painfully loud in the silence.

There are two other people in the room, a girl who’s been on her phone for the past 15 minutes and a guy ticked away in the corner. Maybe it’s nerves, but with each press and drag of the pen against paper, it sounds as if it’s been amplified ten times to your ears.

The room itself looks quite lush, with black and white floor tiles and maroon walls. Black chairs, three of which are occupied, line the back wall, cushioned and comfortable to sit on. The lady at the front desk clicks away on her keyboard, picking up the phone every once in a while to answer in a hushed voice. 

Your clammy and sweaty hand clutches the heavy pen that’s attached to the clipboard by a curled white wire. You scribble down your information; address, name, birthday, blood type, lifestyle with a slight shake. It’s not every day you make an appointment to donate blood - specifically to vampires - after all.

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Y’all have no idea the hold this series has on me 🥹… ultimate comfort fic!

the hills, part 1.

min yoongi x fem!reader x jung hoseok

a ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?

when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.

but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen.

warnings. step-sibling incest, bed sharing, dry humping, fingering, masturbating, cumshot/cumplay, dirty talk.

wc. 17k+

01 | 02 | 03 (finale)

Coming back home for the holidays has a lot of major perks. Although the university you attend is a 9-hour flight away, you never hesitate to make the trek back home. Yes, that means even when the weather gets really horrible – like blizzards and hurricane warnings level of horrible - and it causes major turbulence to the plane that you feel like you might die from a panic attack before a terrible crash might even happen… It’s all worth it! You get see your fawn British shorthair cat - Muffin - who you missed so dearly (even though you are not the one she is surely missing), taste your mom’s home cooked meals again, and catch up with family and your best friends from high school.

“And you also get to see your insanely hot stepbrother, don’t forget that!” Hyeri sing-songs from the backseat of Jiyeon’s car. Jiyeon giggles and nods her agreement as she drives slowly down the slippery streets of the neighborhood you all grew up in, but in the shotgun seat of the car, you whip your head from Jiyeon to Hyeri with a fierce glare.

“Just because the two of you still have boners for Yoongi, doesn’t mean I do too! I stopped thinking he’s hot the moment my mom and his dad started dating!”

Hyeri squints her eyes at you, surely thinking of some infuriating comeback. “Summer Break. Didn’t yo—“

In a snap, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn all the way around so that you are sat on your knees and could easily wrap an arm around Hyeri’s neck while your other hand clamps tightly over her blood-red painted lips.

“Don’t repeat it!” You screech. If Hyeri could scream, she would have been, but only a muffled mmmmphhhhhmmmpphh can be heard from her. Lucky for her, Jiyeon was screaming plenty enough for the both them. The car swerving side to side because of all the commotion happening inside the car.

“STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU! I DON’T WANT TO DIE BEFORE SEOKJIN COULD SEE HOW HOT I AM NOW AS A RESULT OF MY AMAZING NOSE JOB!”

Jiyeon’s desperate pleas resonates with you. She has been vying for Kim Seokjin’s attention since freshman year of high school and this weekend, she finally has a chance to do so. You part from Hyeri, but not without smearing her lipstick stain that was on the palm of your hand on her black sweater first. She sticks her tongue out playfully at you and you do the same back. Then you both go back to acting as if nothing happened, though poor Jiyeon is still a bit rattled.

“You’ve always been hot, pre-nose job and after nose job,” you tell Jiyeon as you buckle your seatbelt again and Jiyeon gets her driving under control. Hyeri chimes in her agreement.

“Thank you,” Jiyeon says as she flashes you with a grateful smile, but then it quickly turns into a frown. “But what about summer break? Are you two keeping secrets from me?!”

“No!” Both you and Hyeri reply, heads shaking.

Hyeri explains further, “Remember our last sleepover before the summer was over? When we drank like 5 bottles of wine and you started crying about Seokjin… Again… Well, Y/N confessed something as well but you fell asleep during her little…” A warning glare from you causes Hyeri to giggle, “- story time. But I guess it’s not my secret to tell…”

“It definitely isn’t,” you snap just as Jiyeon lets out a long, whining ‘aaaaawwww….’.

“Please tell me, Y/N! Please,” Jiyeon frowns deeply as she looks over at you, eyes big and wide and pathetic, “I hate being left out.”

It’s hard to say no to Jiyeon, even though she’s the oldest in the group she was like the baby as well. She’s just so awkward and adorable and… Ugh, you can’t believe you’re going to rehash this terrible, terrible story again.

Summer ‘17

Summers in Daegu has always been hot and muggy, but that summer had to be the worst. August especially had been hotter than Satan’s ass crack and to make matters worse, the only working AC in your mom’s and Yoongi’s dad’s house (AKA your home growing up) was the one in the living room. But your mom and Yoongi’s dad had fully occupied that room the entire summer, watching all the seasons of Grey’s Anatomy because it’s your mom’s favorite show and she wanted to introduce Mr. Min to it. So you spent most of your time back home out of the house, going back to the familiar places you loved. You mostly hung out with Hyeri and Jiyeon, although sometimes another old friend of yours, Taehyung, would tag along. But you “shared” him with your ex-boyfriend, Hoseok (who you didn’t end things amicably with) so Taehyung had been MIA since Hoseok came back home at the end of July. It was fine with you because Taheyung is a bit a scrub and you were running out of money to spend. Hence why at the half-end of August, you started staying home instead of going out.

Luckily, the usual monsoon season weather had been on hold during the second last week of the month, which meant you could finally take advantage of the above ground swimming pool that Yoongi’s dad had installed during the spring when you were still away for University.

The water in the pool was nice and cold that afternoon. When you had fully submerged yourself in it, you found it perfect for the blistering hot day.

You spent an hour swimming back and forth the length of the pool by yourself. Once you tire yourself out, you start to float on your back, catching your breath as you thought about inviting your friends over for an impromptu pool party.

Maybe… Maybe later… You thought as you let your eyelids close. That could wait, it’s only 4 in the afternoon. What you needed was to relax for a bit before getting out of the pool and calling your friends.

5 minutes must have passed when the vision behind your eyelids darkens as if dark clouds had covered up the sun. Your eyes slowly open, brows knitted in confusion. Had the weather report lied when they predicted it won’t rain that day?

When your eyes fully open, you see that it wasn’t rain clouds at all. It was your stepbrother, Yoongi, standing on the wooden deck of the pool, a grin on his face as he stared down at you from behind his black wayfarer sunglasses.  A cool “hey” came out of his mouth, but you, on the other hand, were anything but. Startled by his appearance, you flop and splash around clumsily into standing position.

You could hear him snickering under his breath so you threw him a glare once your feet were grounded on the bottom of the pool. As you wipe away the droplets water clinging onto your face with both your hands, you whined out, “Yoongi?! What the fuck?!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dark navy blue swim short.

“It’s fine,” You said, though you eyed him suspiciously because he still had that grin on his face. But your attention focused on the towel draped over one side of his shoulders instead and he noticed you noticing it.

“Mind if I come in?”

You shook your head, looking around at the surprisingly big pool as your arms waved back and forth in the water, making ripples on the surface, “Go ahead, there’s plenty of room.”

A thanks could be heard coming from Yoongi but was hard to hear because he had already turned away to throw his towel close to where you had dropped off your things near the outer edge of the deck. The next to go was his black backward snapback, allowing his black hair to flow in the light breeze, then his sunglasses and slippers join his pile.

You knew that was the time you should turn away, especially when his fingers start to toy with the hem of the white t-shirt he was wearing. But like the thirsty dumbass you are, you kept your eyes on him, even when the sliver of his light treasure trail beginning to come into view. Inch by every inch, more of his pale and slightly defined body was exposed, and every second, you feel hotter even though you were inside the cold water. You were so focused on his body that you didn’t notice that he had already pulled off his shirt and had seen the way you licked your lips at the sight of him. It’s only when he threw the shirt to the side and cleared his throat that you looked up to see his eyes on you.

Know you had been caught, your turn away as your body starts to burn with mortification. You don’t see the satisfied smirk on his face because you had already started to submerge your whole being into the water, silently praying that your death by drowning would be as painless as possible.

You had your eyes closed and cheeks puffed with air, ready to see the light, when you felt something tap your nose. Of course you knew who it was, but still, when you open your eyes, you hop back, startled as you let bubbles form in the water from the air you let out through your mouth. Yoongi smiled at you as best as he could when his cheeks were puffed up cutely as well, pointing up for you to go to the surface. After nodding, you both swim up together.

When you resurfaced from the water, the first thing you saw was a wet Yoongi running his hands through his hair, looking so cool and so hot at the same time.

“I didn’t realize it was this deep,” Yoongi said, sounding impressed.

“Yeah, it’s at least 10 feet deep.”

Yoongi grinned at you, his eyes playful as he asked, “You wanna have a competition?”

“What kind of competition?” You asked cautiously yet curiously.

“A race,” Yoongi said while hopping backward to one end of the pool and pointing to the other. “From this end to over there.”

“Why are you already swimming over there like I already agreed to it?” You asked while crossing your arms and Yoongi laughed because of how feisty you sounded. “What’s does the winner even get?”

“A favor.”

“A favor? What sort of favor?”

“Any sort of favor…” A sly smirk spreads on his face when he added, “Whatever your heart desires.”

His words shot straight to your core as you take a hard swallow. He probably did not even realize his effect on you, but you do, much to the internal battle to not feel anything for him.

Maybe if you made a joke, he would not be able to tell what your heart really desired at that very moment. “So let’s say someone forgot that it’s your dad’s birthday in a few days and didn’t get a gift… Would that person be able to steal the other’s person’s gift?”

Perfect! A question that’s also a reminder to yourself why a certain line should not be crossed.

With his arms resting on the edge of the pool, he shrugged, “Yeah, sure… So you up for it?”

Making your way over to him, you nod. “Alright… But your gift better be good!”

“It is… But who said you’re going to win?” Yoongi questioned when you were beside him, clearly amused by your confidence by the grin he was wearing.

With your stance ready to begin the race at the any second, you stared straight ahead as you boasted, “I took swimming lessons for a while in elementary school and was even told I could do lifeguarding training if I wanted to…” You let out a smug puff of air and then tipped your head to the side, glancing at him, “I think I can handle this.”

“Huh… Wow…” Yoongi muttered in awe as you nod arrogantly towards him, chin held high and eyes shut. You felt good for a few seconds, until he dropped the bomb, “Well you should know that before I transferred to Seonggwang, I was supposed to be the captain of the swimming team at my old school.”

“Wait, you what?!” Your eyes snapped open but Yoongi ignored your questioning look, starting the countdown to begin the race.

“Go!” He yelled after counting down from three and the race began. He took the lead, and even if he had not told you about that little fact about him that had you all muddled up, you would still be dead last. Yoongi was fast and agile in the water; for every centimeter you gain, he tripled that.

Yoongi was already at the finish line for at least seven seconds before you reached him.

“Real nice. Making up a competition you knew you would win,” You said slightly out of breath as you cling onto the edge of the pool, feigning anger with the glare you shoot at him.

“Hey! Neither of us was at a disadvantage! You were supposed to be a lifeguard, remember?” Yoongi reminded you of your dumbass hubris while snickering.

“That was in 7th grade and I never even took the training!” You whined knowing that whatever you say, you owe Yoongi a favor now. Huffing, you begrudgingly mumbled, “So what do you want?”

Yoongi seemed to be thinking hard about it, mouth turning down in concentration. So you waited, chin resting on your arms as you let air out to flap your lips. While doing this, you missed the way his stare lingers on your lips, licking the water off his own. A cliché scenario of asking for a kiss as the favor running through his head. But he knew he couldn’t – shouldn’t – especially not when your parents were so close, just a backyard sliding door away. So he snapped out of his thoughts, turning around to rest his arms on the edge as well, his elbow bumping against yours to make you look towards him. When you did, he grinned as he asked, “Can I think about it?”

You sighed dramatically, “I guess so… Even though you didn’t win it fair and square…”

While Yoongi chuckled, that was when you felt something amiss. Your hand shot up to touch your collarbone, only to find the necklace you always wore was not around your neck.

“Shit,” You muttered under your breath, twisting and turning on the spot to see if it was floating anywhere around you.

“What happened?” Yoongi’s face concerned, losing all hints of playfulness.

You wade slowly around the water, eyes continually searching for the golden chain with the heart pendant. “My necklace fell off.”

“Fuck…” his own eyes now scanning the pool as well. “It’s gold, right?”

“Yeah, with a heart.”

Together and in silence, you searched the water for the missing jewelry. You had the left side of the pool while Yoongi took on the right side. Your necklace was a delicate little thing and so with every passing minute, you deflate, resigning yourself to never finding it.

“I don’t think we’re going to find it,” you called out to Yoongi after the search had breached thirty minutes. “Let’s just go back—“

Just when you were about to call it quits, a twinkle at the bottom of the pool caught your eyes. With an overexcited ‘Nevermind, I found it!’, you get closer to the corner where it was. You sink down to the bottom, vision blurry and stinging from the chlorine, but you had to get it somehow – it holds a very important meaning to you. Reaching out, your fingers touch the bottom of the pool but the necklace seemed to be wedged between a crevice on the floor. You try to poke it out but no attempts avail.

Out of air, you swim back up. Yoongi was waiting close by and you shake your head sadly to his questioning stare. “It’s stuck in this small space at the bottom. I can’t get it out…”

You were so focused on staring down at the necklace at the bottom of the pool that you hadn’t noticed that Yoongi had swum up behind you. It was only when he had placed his hands on either side of your hips that you finally felt his presence. To look at where the necklace was, he pressed his chest against your back in a way that could be considered too close, but you welcomed it, even leaning back slightly to get even closer. He peered over your shoulder, his mouth close to your ear, the air that he breathed tickling the outer shell. He had had your whole body quivering, under his spell as he muttered in a raspy, slow voice, “Here, let me try.”

You nod in a daze while he gently pulled you to the side so he could take a shot at getting the necklace. But not without letting his hands trail lazily down from your hips to the sides of your upper thigh before he took them off you as if he did not want to let go. And even though it was Yoongi that submerged himself in the water a second later, you were the one more out of breath between the two of you.

You woke up the following day at half past noon and found yourself all alone in the house.

On a note that your mom left for you on the fridge, she wrote that she and Yoongi’s dad are going on a day trip to a lavender farm somewhere for his birthday and that they’ll be back some time in the evening. She also relayed the information that Yoongi had gone to visit some friends, so you could have the leftovers from last night.

That was a relief because as you were reading the note, your mouth was already stuffed full with the noodles that you found in a container inside the fridge.

Like the rest of people in your household, you too had plans for that day, and so you made your way back to your room after you finished your late breakfast. The girls wanted to eat out one last time before Jiyeon heads back to Busan for school tomorrow morning.

As you got ready, you kept your bedroom door open to get the AC circulation into your room. It was still so freaking hot that you were bouncing around in your room in nothing but a white crop top and a lacy pale pink underwear.

Your goal was to finish getting ready in less than an hour so you could leave your scorching house sooner. But in the middle of doing your no make-up make-up routine, as you were gliding on a layer of shimmery bronze eyeshadow onto your lids, the door to your room creaks open further.

Looking down, you saw Muffin enter your room, heading straight to your bed. A freshly done eyebrow of yours quirked up because she had something hanging from her mouth, a piece of fabric of some sorts. You followed her to investigate further.

Muffin was already up on your bed when you got to her, the unidentified fabric snug beneath her.

“What do you have there, huh?” You asked as you reached under her to pull the fabric. She just meowed when you grabbed it, clearly too lazy to fight for it back. You shook it out in front of you and found that you were holding a piece of clothing – a white t-shirt with a red bunny mask graphic logo on the side to be exact. The same one Yoongi was wearing the day prior.

“Ew, you little weirdo,” You narrowed your eyes judgmentally at your cat when you identified what she had brought with her. “Yoongi’s only been gone for… What? 5 hours? And you’re already hoarding his dirty clothes like treasure?”

The only answer you got was another meow before Muffin jumped off the bed and made her way out of the room. Probably to get another one of Yoongi’s things to keep safe with her.

“Now what am I going to do with this?” You mumbled to yourself as you stared at the t-shirt you still had in your hand. Put it back in Yoongi’s laundry hamper at that very moment or later, when you were done getting ready? You chose the latter; about to place it back down on your bed but you caught a whiff of the pleasant smell on the t-shirt. You held up the fabric to your nose and breathe in, smelling nothing but Yoongi’s usual scent – a nice woodsy smell, with a hint of mint from when he probably wiped his mouth with the shirt after brushing his teeth last night.

Your eyelids had flutter shut as you shivered in place, feeling the heat building down below. The smell brought you back to yesterday afternoon. How he was so close to you, the way he gently touched your waist, how he whispered in your ear in that panty-dropping voice of his…

When you opened your eyes, you quickly looked around. Even though you knew you were alone in your house, you just had to double check for prying eyes for what you were going to do next.

Clearly, you lacked self-restraint and no better than your cat, because the next you know, you were pulling off your own tiny top to drown your figure with Yoongi’s t-shirt.

Then you crawled onto your bed – but wait! Not before hurriedly grabbing your beloved GIGI 2 Lelo vibrator from the bottom of your suitcase, buried underneath all the things that you had brought home from Uni.

Once you had everything you needed – which was your still clearly vivid memories of the day before and the vibrator you had not touch in more than a week – you made yourself comfortable on your bed, laying down on your back and parting your thighs.

It was entirely too easy to get into the mood while thinking about Yoongi. If you had any shame left, you’d be a least a little bit embarrassed about how wet you were becoming. But you didn’t, so as one of your hand slipped under Yoongi’s shirt to travel all over your body, pinching your nipples until they hardened underneath the weight of the fabric; the other hand pressed the button on the vibrator, causing the toy to come to life with its humming vibrations.

You let the vibrator rest against your inner thigh as the fingers that were tweaking your nipples ghost down your skin, leaving goosebumps on its trail. You had to feel first, feel how wet you were just thinking about Yoongi had made you, feel how much you wanted more – wanted him, his fingers on you instead of just your own. When you first touched the dampness of your arousal sticking onto your skimpy panties, you whimpered something that sounded a lot like his name.

Before you brought the vibrator any closer to your throbbing and wet center, you turned your head to check the digital clock on the bedside table.

30 minutes until you had to meet your friends.

Present

“So that’s how you lost your necklace!” Jiyeon exclaims as her fingers touch the gold heart hanging around her neck that has the word “forever” engraved on it. Hyeri looks down at her own that reads “best”. The “bitches” that pulled it all together still missing. You never did get the necklace from the bottom of the pool. To this day, it’s still stuck in that tiny crevice. As you thought regrettably about that, Jiyeon shrieks in the most judgemental and accusatory voice ever, “You were canoodling with your brother!”

“STEPBROTHER!”

“Blegh!” Hyeri chimes in, sticking her tongue out in mock disgust. “And touching herself while thinking about him and while wearing his dirty underwear? A sin! I’m surprised you haven’t been smite by lightning yet!”

“It was his shirt!” You defend yourself, vehemently shaking your head. “A shirt, not his underwear!”

Jiyeon giggles. “Like that’s any better, Y/N.”

You pout, slumping in your chair miserably. You can’t even argue back… She’s right.

“I thought I said don’t fucking judge me…” you grumble as you narrow your eyes at your so-called “best friends”. “And weren’t you the ones that told me that it didn’t matter if my mom was dating Yoongi’s dad, I could still ask out Yoongi because I liked him before they even met?”

And that was the honest truth. You knew Yoongi way before your mom and his dad even laid eyes on each other. Heck, you two were the reason why they even met in the first place – at the opening night of your high school’s production of Beauty and the Beast, where you (a junior at the time) played the lead role of Belle and Yoongi (who was a senior) was the head of the AV Club that oversaw all the behind-the-scenes tech and sound boarding for the musical.

The play was also the reason you got close to Yoongi. Before the play, you didn’t even know he existed – since he did just transfer the year before and your sophomore year was… Let’s just say that a lot of dumb drama happened between you and Hoseok that year and your whole 16-year-old life literally just revolved around that said drama.

But once practice started for the play, during your lunch breaks and after school for a whole semester, you were working with Yoongi for many hours a week. At first, the two of you barely interacted. Maybe you caught him with looking at you once or twice but that was all. However, as opening night approached, Yoongi suddenly started talking to you more. Then he began giving you – and only you – little pick-me-ups after practices like a bottle of water or a chocolate bar (and sometimes you would stay a little while longer at school to share it with him). Soon he tagged along to cast and crew outings that Seokjin - who was playing the Beast - invited him to when before, Yoongi would usually decline.

If you were an absolute idiot, you wouldn’t think he went to those outings because of you.

But you’re not an idiot, and you knew he went because of you.

It was so obvious; he was so obvious. He always found a way to get closer to you, always tried to make you laugh, paid attention to you in a way that it seemed like you were the only one in the room, and was just so genuinely interested in whatever you had to say. You found it cute, really cute. You just found Yoongi cute in general. So cute in fact that you told yourself that after the musical ended, and if he still hadn’t asked you out, you would ask him out yourself – and you never, ever do that! Even your friends were rooting for you to do it because it was so unlike you.

“Yeah, we did encourage you to ask him out… But that was before your mom married his dad!”

Too bad your mom just had to sit beside Mr. Min that opening night and hit it off with him…

You groan loudly, sulking to yourself about what could have been. Maybe you and Yoongi would be dating seriously by now – engaged even - or maybe it would have been just one date and that was that. You will never know now.

“I’m just kidding,” Hyeri coos as she reaches forward to pinch your cheek. “I don’t think you’re a little freak for wanting to screw your step brother’s brains out!”

You grunt, swatting her hand off you.

“It’s totally cool… Like Clueless!” Jiyeon says, mentioning the 1995 cult classic teen movie where the main character ends up with her step-brother.  “Didn’t everyone and their mothers like Cher and Josh together? And unlike them, there’s no predatory age gap between you and Yoongi!”

She makes a good point… But still…

You sigh and shake your head, there’s no use in dwelling on the past.

“Let’s just stop talking about it. Yoongi’s dating someone now anyway. He’s not even coming home because he’s spending Christmas with her family instead,” you tell them what your mom had told you a few days ago.

“Wow, really? Must be serious then,” Jiyeon remarks.

“I guess so…” You catch yourself frowning deeply at that and you knew you shouldn’t. So you quickly change the subject, “Anyway, who else is coming skiing with us?”

Hyeri turns on her phone to read through the group chat created last night by Kim Namjoon, a friend of yours and the one who basically planned the spontaneous ski trip that’s happening in just two days. “Seokjin… duh… Taehyung, Sungjin, Kaeun, and Min… Oh, and Kaeun’s boyfriend.”

No mention of your ex-boyfriend. That’s exactly what you needed to hear to bring a smile back to your face.

“I’m hoooome!” You call out when you enter the front door, stomping your feet on the mat below you to get the snow off your boots. “Jiyeon and Hyeri are here too!”

Behind you, Jiyeon closes the door while Hyeri yells after you, “Helloooo!”

From somewhere far inside your house, you hear your mom shout hello back and you’re sure she’s probably making her way through the house to greet the three of you. “Are you girls hungry?!”

“We just ate!” you answer back, but at the same time, Hyeri asks, “What’s the food?!”

Jiyeon giggles at that, while you, on the other hand, narrow your eyes jokingly at your best friend as she and your mom have a back and forth shouting conversation about the meal your mom made for dinner.

Boots off and neatly placed on the shoe rack, you unzip your coat as you head to the living room just a few feet away. With your friends trailing behind, you take the lead, calling for Muffin as well. It’s odd, since coming home five days ago, she would usually wait for you by the door.

“Muffin?” You call for her again and still no sight of the cat.

It’s almost as if —

“Muuuuffin—oh…” You freeze as soon as you step foot in the living room, because what do you know, your suspicion was right… The little cheater was there, comfortably purring as she lays on Yoongi’s belly, who was lounging across the couch, his head resting on his arm.

Wait — why was he here?!  

When he turns his head away from looking at the television to look at you, there’s a smirk on his face as he discreetly – or maybe, not so discreetly – trail his gaze up and down your body before it settles back into your eyes, “Hey, Y/N.”

That’s when you realize you were basically sticking your chest out towards him. Not intentionally, you were just in the process of taking off your coat. Burning in more ways than one from head to toe, you straighten up, coat still on and now even hugged tighter around your body. Yoongi tries to hide his amusement by licking his lips to get rid of his smirk and greeting your friends, “Hey Hyeri. Jiyeon.”

The girls are as surprised as you were, both their mouths hanging at the sight of him. If you turn back, you might have even seen Hyeri drooling a little bit. You can’t even blame them because god… Yoongi is looking really good.

Fringe grown out and slightly tousled like he was a part of some cool indie rock band, and he bulked up a bit judging by his thicker-looking thighs, plus the usual sexiness he exudes seems to have multiplied by a ten-fold –

Damn it… He makes it so hard for you to not think about him like that!

“Yoongi! Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Hyeri exclaims after she sucks in her drool, making Yoongi chuckle as he sits up with Muffin in his arms. She then nudges you and asks with a mischievous tone in her voice, “Right, Y/N?”

Due to all your attention focused solely on Yoongi, you barely even heard her teasing. Instead, you ask him a question of your own, “What are you doing home? Aren’t you supposed to be—“

“Girls! Pretty girls!” Your mom cries, barging into the room, her arms open wide. Once she’s in front of you and your friends, she closes her arms around as best as she could around the three of you, whisking you all away to the direction of the kitchen as she coos to Hyeri and Jiyeon, “I miss your pretty faces so much! Come, let’s get you something to eat!”

In the kitchen, once your mom unwraps her arm from pretty much strangling your neck, you see that your stepfather is sitting at the table. He lifts his head up when you all entered to greet a friendly hello – which your friends bow a little and say hello as well - before he looks back down on the iPad he was scrolling through Facebook on, stopping to laugh a dad laugh at a meme from 2016.

When you tear your eyes away from him and back to your mom, you see her glaring at you while her gaze diverts to the door every few seconds as she whispers harshly, “Don’t ask Yoongi why he’s home… His girlfriend broke up with him!”

In the midst of the processing the news, your stomach flips with excitement, causing you to sound a tad bit hysterical when you whisper back, “H-how was I supposed to know that?! I just found out he was even dating a few days ago!”

At that, your mom’s face softens, looking apologetically as she wraps her arms around you again, guiding your head to lay on her chest. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m just— …” You pull away just as she sniffs. “I feel so bad for Yoongi. Who would break up with someone during the holidays?! They flew to her parents’ house together, she introduced him to her family, and then what? She realized she doesn’t want him anymore? She even made him pay for his own ticket to go back home!”

“That’s so heartless,” Jiyeon murmurs, eyes already glassy with tears.

“Yeah, what a bitch!” Hyeri comments.

“You took the words right out my mouth,” your mom says to her, nodding in agreement. Before you could groan and remind your mom that she probably doesn’t know the whole story, she calls your name to get your attention first. She has that too sweet smile on her face that you have also adopted when you want something. You were hesitant when you silently acknowledge her to go on.

She starts slow, “Y/N… I know you have plans to go skiing with your friends and I know you haven’t seen some of them in a long time…” You raise a single brow, knowing that there’s a but coming… “But…” her eyes widen, full of hope, “Would you be willing to stay home instead? Keep Yoongi company?”

There’s no doubt that your friends are at least attempting not to snicker behind you, and Hyeri’s surprisingly doing a swell job at not bursting out a suggestive comment like, ‘Are you sure you want Y/N to keep Yoongi company?’ But you, yourself, could only let out a long uhhh… as a small part of you actually toys with the idea to stay. Make him feel better and all that… Though nothing sexual crosses your mind! (Or at least not that much…)

Before your irrationality wins out, Mr. Min steps in, “Y/N doesn’t have to do that!” He turns to you, causing you to jolt because you might have been thinking something not PG – not even PG-13 – about his son. You blame Cuffing Season, because you could usually tame your risqué thoughts when you shouldn’t be having them.

Fortunately, mindreading is not a thing, and Mr. Min just beams, “Don’t worry about Yoongi, he’ll be fine. Have fun with your friends!”

After you answer a small and nervous ‘ok’, your mom deflates in disappointment, and that should have been the end of that. But then Hyeri pipes up, “He could come with us? I’m sure everyone would be cool with that!”

“Really?” Hope re-ignited, your mom perks up. She looks to Hyeri and Jiyeon first, who were both nodding enthusiastically, then back to you, “Can you take Yoongi with you, Y/N? I’ll pay for both of your accommodations!”

Now that’s an offer you can’t refuse. After your holiday shopping, this ski trip will probably put you close to debt.

“I mean, sure. I really don’t mind…” But in the end, the decision is not really up to you.  “Only if Yoongi wants to go though.”

“Go where?”

All eyes turn to the entryway of the kitchen, where Yoongi was standing, brows drawn closely together and pouty lips even poutier because of confusion. And with Muffin in his arms, he looks downright adorable.

“Y/N and her friends are going skiing and she wanted to invite you!” Your mom tells him as if it was your idea. You inhale, blinking slowly as you stare blankly ahead, a smile of disbelief spreading across your face. It wouldn’t be a proper holiday at home if your mother doesn’t embarrass at least you once!

“Oh? Are you guys going with Seokjin and them?” After he gets a confirmation, Yoongi hums. “He invited me to that…” Then he looks at you, “I, uh, didn’t know you were going.”

You point a thumb back at your friends, “They convinced me to go today.”

Yoongi nods slowly at this, remembering he had already turned down Seokjin’s invitation. At the time, the only person he knew that was going was Seokjin, all the others that his friend mentioned were people he was barely even acquaintance with. But now, knowing you were going, well… “If you’re cool with me coming… It sounds like it could be fun.”

“Oh, she’s cool with you coming,” Hyeri whispers, laughing quietly to herself, but then lets out a much louder OOF a second later, when Jiyeon – the only one who heard her – successfully elbows her in the stomach.

Oblivious to what’s going on behind you, you grin at Yoongi. “Yeah, it’s cool. It’ll be fun!”

“Sounds good.” Yoongi returns the sentiment with a quirk on the corner of his lips. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” you say, weaker than you meant it to because you were too caught up in Yoongi’s deep stare.

Misreading the atmosphere, your mom beams between you and her step-son, completely overjoyed that you’ll be spending time together, get closer, and do all the things that you and Yoongi couldn’t do because you both moved away for University before she and Mr. Min got married and moved in together…

And oh boy, is she right… Though probably not in the way she wanted.

Saturday arrives and you are up even before the sun rises, lugging a suitcase to the back of Jiyeon’s car to head to the ski resort that was an hour and forty-five minutes north-west from Daegu. You were still so tired, but your friends wanted to make the most of the weekend, so losing a few hours of your precious vacation sleep was a sacrifice you had to make.

You were, however, able to get some shut-eye in the car. Well, as much you could with Hyeri and Min there singing along to the early 2000s mixtape the former made. Though it does not last long, they get unbearably loud when Jiyeon catches up to the only car on the long dreary road with you. In the backseat beside you, Hyeri rolls down the window and the two stick their head to begin screaming, “YOU GOT ME FEELIN’ HELLA GOOD, SO I’M GONNA KEEP ON DANCING!”

In the other car, Sungjin rolls down the driver seat window to stick his middle finger out. Seokjin can be heard laughing and Yoongi probably was as well, but you can’t hear or see him from where you were sitting.

To retaliate, Min lifts up her sweater to press her bralette covered boobs against the passenger seat window. As everyone in the car you are in, including yourself, scream shrilly at her antics, all Sungjin shouts back is, “Nothing I haven’t seen before, babe!”

The boys pull ahead to turn into the public and busier road leading straight to the resort, Min sits back down – boobs away – and grins to the side at you and the other girls, “I think this weekend’s going to be fun… The old crew’s back together…  Gonna do what we do best…”

Which was wreak major havoc wherever you guys go. You can’t even count how many places kicked your group out for being just terrible, little shits. Yeah, you were that group of loud teenagers that everyone side-eyes and wish would just shut up or leave. But you’re sure it’s different now. You are all grown up and more mature…

“I don’t think the newbies know what they’re getting into…” Min finishes.

“Eh…” Hyeri shrugs. “I’m sure Yoongi will be fine…It’s just Kaeun’s boyfriend I’m worried about.”

You haven’t officially met Park Jimin but judging by the million sickeningly sweet Instagram posts that Kaeun uploads daily, your friend was right to be worried. He looks even more sweet and fragile than Jiyeon, and she could barely handle half the things your group of friends get her into.

But that being said…

“Maybe he’ll surprise us… Plus, this means we won’t get a rehash of Kaeun and Namjoon’s usual drama,” you say with a laugh. That earns you a side-eye from all your friends.

“That’s pretty bold of you to say, Y/N,” Hyeri snickers. “At least Namjoon and Kaeun can be civil to each other now. He was the one that invited her after all…”

“And not to mention, Kaeun and Namjoon only had one big break up… Like, yeah, it was exhausting, but after a few months, things settled down and it was done. You and Hoseok on the other hand…” Min trails off, sighing deeply before she starts again, head bopping left and right, “On and off, on and off, on and off…”

Hyeri and Jiyeon join in, the three of them making a tune while simultaneously laughing.

Maybe you walked right into that one but a scowl still makes it way on your face, your arms crossing petulantly with a huff.

“Okay, I’m the first to admit that my history with Hoseok was… messy, to say the least. But we too, are… Civil to each other now.”

Hyeri snorts at that, “You and Hoseok can’t even be in the same room without going off on each other.”

You ignore her to continue in your defense, “The on and off relationship we had was left behind in high school!”

“Our trip to Vegas begs to differ…” Min murmurs. In a span of a week, you and Hoseok got together and broke up exactly 12 times. You don’t quite remember how the two of you manage that but whatever… That’s in the past!

“I don’t fuck with him anymore, he doesn’t fuck with me… We are exclusively not fucking with each other, and that’s just the honest truth!”

“Need I remind you of my last birthday party?” Jiyeon questions with a shiver, remembering her 23rd birthday when she had to throw out her brand new bedsheets that her aunt gifted her the very next day.

Again, what your friends say comes into one ear and goes out the other. Holding your head high and above it all, you say, “And If he was coming on this trip, we would have been fine. It would have been drama-free! I’d actually be happy to see him because we’re good now. More than good. We’re —”

“Great… Just fucking great!” You groan while glaring at the boy who messing around with Namjoon and Taehyung at the outer edge of the parking lot, all already in their snowboarding gear. A grimace twists upon your face when you see him throw his head back, laughing hard. That big heart smile causing an adverse reaction to your heart, speeding up to a point that’s not considered normal. “What the fuck is he doing here?!”

After grabbing the last suitcase out of the trunk and slamming it shut, Hyeri grins towards you. “I thought you said you’d be happy to see him?”

“That was 20 minutes ago!” You remind her. “When I thought he wasn’t coming!”

As if he knew people were talking about him, Hoseok glances your way. A grin spreads at the sight of you, raising one of his arms that were crossed and twiddles his fingers as a form of a wave, his eyebrows raising twice. The two boys that were with him look over as well, though they greet Sungjin, Seokjin, and Yoongi instead - who were farther up ahead than you and the girls, already close to them.

“Hmm… Will this be a drama-free weekend?” Min asks out loud jokingly. “Find out more at 10 PM, KST!”

“Y/N did say they could be civil to each other now…” Jiyeon says, throwing a look your way. “I guess we’ll see!”

You make a face back, but answer with an arrogant, “You will see… how right I am!”

The only response you get was their laughter which was the only one warranted because your overconfidence doesn’t last long. With your feet and luggage dragging against the gravel of the parking lot, you unenthusiastically follow the girls towards the guys.

When you get to them, they’re in the middle of a conversation about the brand new half-pipe (now the biggest one in South Korea) at the resort, plus the grand re-opening of the Skier’s Village 15 minutes away, where there’s a Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts, and a couple designer stores opened now.

“That’s why it’s super packed here. It’s like a tourist area now…” Namjoon states as he looks around at all the people walking about. “Remember the last time we came here? There was barely anyo- Oh, hey!” He grins when he notices you and the other girls, stopping his train of thought to lean forward and give each of you a warm hug. “Man, I’m so happy to see you guys! I honestly didn’t think anyone would come because of how last minute this was!”

“Yeah, well… I could only take so much of my mother nagging me about when I’m going to settle down and give her grandkids,” Hyeri says with an exasperated sigh.

“Yikes!” Taehyung exclaims. “She needs to cut you some slack…” Hyeri nods in agreement while pouting, but then Taehyung continues, “It’s not easy to find a guy who’s willing to sacrifice himself to be with you!”

“I can murder you with my bare hands, Kim Taehyung!” Hyeri warns, though she is pretty non-threatening when her baby blue mitten-clad hands rise to point at Taehyung.

“And I wish you…” Taehyung winks at her, “… an ounce of luck.”

Taehyung shrieks a second later when Hyeri charges for him, head first like an angry bull.

“I miss this,” Namjoon chuckles while shaking his head.

Everyone’s eyes are on the two idiots running around. As you laugh under your breath, you also shiver visibly from the cold. Unbeknownst to you, both Yoongi and Hoseok sees this and frowns.

Hoseok speaks up first, beating your stepbrother to the punch, “Let’s go inside so you guys can get checked in. We were going to go to the village, but we’ll wait for you and we could all check it out together before heading to the slopes.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Seokjin says through a yawn. “I could really use some coffee right now…”

“Me too!” Jiyeon squeaks after him, and he acknowledges her with a tired grin that probably has your best friend internally combusting.

After that, everyone makes their way into the ski lodge, with Hyeri and Taehyung following a couple minutes later when they realize that you were all gone.

Inside, the lobby of the lodge is packed like Namjoon had said. Every open area was filled with groups getting ready to head out and a long line was formed at the front desk for people waiting to check in. As your group splits up, with the ones you traveled with heading to the back of the line while Namjoon and Taehyung run to the couch that just became free, Hoseok wrenches you aside by the door.

With eyebrows raised and eyes to the ceiling, you heave a sigh before you look into his eyes and cluck, “Yes?”

“Look… I just want to apologize for not calling after what happened at Jiyeon’s birthday-“

“Is this why you came? To apologize for something I don’t even care about?” You cut him off with a glare, omit adding any more to your last question. “Because if I remember correctly, you hated coming here.”

“What? No!” Hoseok quickly states. “I had no idea you were even going to be here!”

You don’t know if you believed him but at the same time, the only people that knew you were coming up until this morning when you told Namjoon were Hyeri, Jiyeon, Min, and Yoongi. And you’re sure that none of them had told Hoseok anything. Plus, Namjoon and Taehyung already left for the lodge when you had told him so it’s not like they would have turned around and picked up Hoseok just because they knew you were coming. They’re not that cruel to you! But still suspicious, you eye Hoseok carefully as you say, “That makes two of us…”

“I’m just here to help Namjoon…” Hoseok says. “You should have seen him last night. Crying pathetically over his mojito because he doesn’t think he can handle seeing Kaeun with her new boyfriend… I promised to be his wingman, help him get over her by finding some nice girls here.”

“Finding girls, huh? Well, you are good at that,” you chirp, faking enthusiasm with a big grin. “Though Namjoon should try his luck getting help from someone else. Nice girls aren’t really your forte. You do know that Namjoon isn’t really a one-night stand sort of guy, right? Or the type to sleep with his ex-girlfriend without telling her he’s actually dating someone else.”

Hoseok closes his eyes as he frowns, nodding bitterly to himself, ashamed of his past indiscretion. He truly hadn’t meant to do what he did at Jiyeon’s party. He had changed, or at least he thought he did, but the moment he saw you… God, you were like his kryptonite. It’s the worst excuse but it’s the only one he’s got.

When Hoseok opens his eyes again, he says, “If it makes you feel better, I told Momo and she dumped me…”

“It’s what you deserve… but it doesn’t make me feel any better,” you tell him truthfully. To realize you had a hand in making someone else feel like how Hoseok made you feel throughout the years you were together made you sick to your stomach.

“But maybe if you hadn’t blocked me on every social media, you would have known about her.”

You gape at him, appalled at his bold statement. “Oh, so now it’s my fault?!”

“No, that’s not-“ Hoseok groans as he rubs his forehead. “It’s my fault… I’m sorry, I really am. I just…” He worries his bottom lip for a second and you felt a pang of… something in your stomach. Despite whatever you tell yourself, it’s obvious that Hoseok still has somewhat of a hold on you. “I just want us to be cool again. Start over and be friends. We used to be good friends, remember?”

Hoseok looks so genuinely sincere at that moment, with his brows drawn together and brown eyes so sad that you almost balk and forgive him on the spot. But you knew it would be stupid to.  

“I can’t…” You begin slowly, throat dry, and flicker of hurt flashes on Hoseok’s features. “I mean, I can’t forgive you for everything… but… I am willing to start over…”

Because Hoseok’s right, you two used to be good friends. Before feelings got in the way and messed everything up. And maybe that’s why things between the two of you always went wrong. Whenever you and Hoseok fight and break up, you’ll ignore each other for a few weeks but then the next thing you know, the two of you jump right back into another doomed attempt of a romantic relationship with each other.

Maybe that’s what the two of you have been doing wrong all along. Maybe this time, it could be different.

Hoseok back straightens as a smile slowly lifts his lips. Firmly, you add, “As friends.”

“Alright, that’s more than I hoped for,” He chuckles, his hand lifting towards you. “So… Friends?”

You nod, about to touch his palm with your own until he quips with a joking grin, “No take backs, right?”

Your eyes narrow, stopping yourself from touching him at the last second. “Don’t make me regret this, Jung Hoseok.”

“You won’t,” He promises, and so you grip his hand and shook it.

When you let go, you felt eyes on you. You turn to see your friends not-so-discreetly watching from the line. You wave at them causing Hoseok to check as well. He laughs and waves too just as Hyeri, Jiyeon, and Min all look away in different directions, pretending they had not been spying.

With a satisfied grin, you laugh to yourself, realizing that you had just proven them wrong when they thought you couldn’t be civil with Hoseok.

You only stop grinning when you shiver involuntarily again because a group of teenagers opened the door to go out, letting the cold wind blast inside. Then you feel someone tugging up the zipper of your coat and you look towards Hoseok. He looks so concentrated while he moved away your hair so it won’t get caught in the zipper.

Once he’s satisfied with his work, he peers up at your face and sees the taken aback expression on it. That’s when he quickly takes his hand off you like he had just touched hot coals and stuffs it into his pocket.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, cheeks flaring red with embarrassment. He is so used to doing little things like that for you while you were dating that it didn’t even occur to him that he shouldn’t have done that. “I noticed you’re shivering a lot…” he explains. I don’t want you to get sick, was what he really wanted to say but instead, he looks away to act cool. “You should really wear warmer clothes, Y/N.”

Already feeling like an overstuffed teddy bear with your five layers on, you roll your eyes jokingly as you huff. “Thanks for the advice.”

Hopefully this newfound friendship between you and your ex-boyfriend doesn’t come and bite you in the ass.

“This is me,” Sungjin says with a grin when the elevator door opens on the fourth floor. When he gets off, he waves goodbye to the only two left on the lift, you and Yoongi, exclaiming a see ya! before the door closes.

Once the elevator stops on the fifth, both you and Yoongi get out. Since your mom booked the rooms for both of you, your rooms must be close to each other. Looking around, you find the sign that point you in the direction of rooms 5010-5020, with your own being 5018, so you head left with Yoongi behind you following along.

“What room are you looking for?” You ask him just as you pass 5014, knowing yours is near.

Peering at every door he passes, Yoongi answers absentmindedly, “Room 5-0–“ You stop in front of your door, just as Yoongi looks up and grins at the one you were at, “18, it’s this one.”

Your brows furrow as your head shakes slightly in confusion.

“Wait… Are you sure it’s 5018?” You ask slowly, showing him your card. “Because this is my room.”

“Uh… What?” Yoongi utters, glancing down at the keycard in his hand as his face mirrors your own. He reads over his card then looks back up at you. “Fuck, they probably messed up.”

You press your keycard on the sensor and it lights up green with the sound of the door unlocking. Opening the door, you gesture for Yoongi to come inside as you say, “Let’s check with the front desk.”

He nods and you head in together with your suitcases. A quick phone call should clear up all the misunderstanding.

20 minutes and a conversation with a front desk attendant then one with your mother and another with the front desk later, it seems that it was a misunderstanding. A miscommunication between your mom and the lodge when she made the reservations. So instead of getting booking two rooms, she got only one… With one queen-sized bed.

There’s good news and bad news.

The bad is that since the lodge is in full vacancy, they can’t get another room for you or Yoongi. The good news is that you will be the first the call when something opens up. Plus, the hotel provided two gift cards of $50 to the stores at the Skier’s Village for all the trouble.

Luckily, a quick text to Jiyeon fixes all your problems. She’s ecstatic to share a room with you all weekend.

“Sorry about all this,” Yoongi apologizes after everything is settled, sitting on the edge of the bed while putting on another pair of thermal socks.

On the floor, you stop rummaging through your suitcase for your gloves to shrug at him. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah but you should get the room, I could ask Jin—“

“It’s all good,” you shake your head with a smile. “Jiyeon’s already really excited. She already planned for us to do some new facemask she brought and watch 13 Going On 30… Again…”

When you giggle at that, Yoongi finds himself chuckling too, a gummy smile gracing his face.

Finding the pair of gloves, you close up your suitcase and stand up.

“I’ll just get this later, is that okay?” You ask him looking at your case. “I don’t want to make everyone wait even more…”

“Yeah, of course,” Yoongi says, standing up as well, boots on and ready to go.

“Thanks,” you smile at him before heading to the door first.

“Oh, Y/N, wait!” Yoongi calls, and you stop to turn back to him. He walks to you, holding out the electric blue wool hat he had been wearing earlier. “Wear this,” he looks at the one on your head and frowns, “The one you’re wearing is too thin.”

“What about you?” you question in concern.

“I have another in my pocket,” Yoongi says with a shrug. He doesn’t but he’s sure he can get something decent at the Village with the gift card. Probably nothing as warm and high quality as his favorite blue hat, but he’d rather you wear it than him.

“You sure?” You ask again.

He grins. “I’m sure.”

“Okay…” You sing-song as you pull off your beanie and place it on the counter beside the two of you. This morning, when you first saw the ridiculously chunky hat on Yoongi’s head, you had a giggle to yourself. But it grew on you and now, you actually think it’s kind of cute, but maybe that’s because of who was wearing it.

Before you could get the hat from him, Yoongi chooses to put on you himself. He does it gingerly, pulling it over your head carefully as to not mess up your hair.

“Looks better on you than me,” Yoongi states as he looks over you after the hat is comfortably on your head. With his hands still cupping your face, his thumb tenderly caresses your cheek as he asks softly, “It’s warmer now, isn’t it?”

You could only answer with a nod. Your ears are burning hotly, and you don’t know if it’s because of Yoongi’s hat or from his gaze.

The upgrade to the Village was tremendous, you could hardly remember how it used to look like but you know it sure didn’t look this. Cobblestoned streets, pretty white light globes hanging on the wires from street lamps to street lamps, restaurants that have lines forming around the block even though it’s only 10 in the morning, and there’s even a fucking Gucci store now!

Though it’s really hard to enjoy everything when every step of the way, Hyeri is quietly teasing you about wearing Yoongi’s hat. She has so many questions, and none of them you answer, so she gets a bit huffy about that and the fact that you were rooming with Jiyeon instead of using the golden opportunity that was bestowed upon you to stay in the room with Yoongi. You tell her that if you hadn’t gone, he would have roomed with Seokjin instead. She sulks about that for a bit until you tell her that you’ll buy her something at the next place you all go into if she stops pouting. That puts a smile on her face quickly and all’s forgotten.

Your group stops by the Starbucks for a bit, and you treat your friends with the gift card you got, getting into the holiday spirit. In the time you were in there, Kaeun finally arrives with her boyfriend, Jimin. He’s nice and gets on with everyone well, but there’s a small part of you that’s still a bit sad about Namjoon and Kaeun not working out. They were literally the antithesis to yours and Hoseok’s relationship – so when they broke up, you thought about how if they couldn’t make it, then no one can. But you suppose even seemingly perfect relationships can also have problems, and looking at her now, Kaeun seems really happy with Jimin and although Namjoon can’t completely mask his sadness, he is being respectful towards them.

In a way, you’re glad Hoseok was there. You’re sure that if he wasn’t, Namjoon would totally be 100% emo right now. Hoseok is already working overtime on his wingman duty, which isn’t only getting girls for Namjoon but also doing stupid things to put a smile on his best friend’s face. Which is… Sweet… A trait that you’ve always liked about Hoseok, that he always tries to lift the mood of the people around him.

But, yeah… He did already help get 2 numbers for Namjoon – the Starbucks barista and a cute girl window shopping in front of the Balenciaga store. At this point, it really shouldn’t surprise you how good Hoseok is at picking up girls, though at least he’s doing it for something good now.

After Taehyung has a brilliant idea to do a last minute Secret Santa session tomorrow night, you all look around the shops for a while to find a gift for the person you picked from the wooden stirring sticks that Jiyeon wrote the names on.

You got Seokjin, and knowing what you know about his habit of listening to music while sleeping, you buy a pair of earphones in case another of his breaks. While buying some snacks for tomorrow night at the convenience store, Hyeri drones on and on about how you should have got him a box of condoms instead since it seems like him and a certain girl were actually hitting off during the time at the café, suggestively raising her eyebrows up and down at a blushing Jiyeon. Then Hyeri grabs three boxes of protection anyway and throws it into the basket she was carrying, shrugging and defending that it’s a good gift idea when you and Jiyeon stare at her dumbfounded. You really hope she isn’t your Secret Santa.

“How many?” The ski lift attendant asks when your group comes forward.

“Uh… 7,” Taehyung answers but looks around to double check; counting himself, you, Hyeri, Hoseok, Kaeun, Jimin, and Yoongi. The others who had brought their own equipment went ahead to the hills already while the ones in this group were renting stuff out.

The attendant nods and points the red gondola lift coming and says, “Go ahead and watch your step. Might be a tight fit but you could all go in there.”

Once the lift slowly comes around to the platform, you all quickly get on because it will never fully stop, all the while thanking the attendant. When everyone gets in, he securely closes the door and tells you all to have a good day.

The attendant was right about it being a tight fit. With everyone’s choice of skis or snowboards piled in the corner, you guys were like a bunch of sardines in a can in there. You, being one of the last ones to get on, didn’t get a spot to sit on either of the two cushioned bench inside the lift.

“Oh, it says you have to sit!” Kaeun says to you and Jimin, pointing at the safety sticker attached to one of the many windows. At that, she stands up to let her boyfriend take her spot so she can sit on his lap instead.

You look around, trying to find a small space you can fit yourself into before the lift makes it way out of the platform and you become the reason you and your friends end up being in a freak accident Final Destination style, but your search stop when you find the mischievous face of Hyeri instead.  You shake your head at her in warning when you see her eyes flicker between you and Yoongi, already leaning forward to probably push you onto his lap.

But then someone else beats her to it first. Someone who is almost as meddling as Hyeri but as equally irritating. Taehyung giggles before pushing you towards his best friend –  who also happens to be your ex, “Hey asshole, help Y/N out!”

As you fall forward with a small yelp, your hands clutch tightly onto the puffy coat material on Hoseok’s chest and the other on his shoulder, while his arms swiftly wrap around your waist, securing you a place on his lap. He glares at Taehyung, but his hold tightens around you, “Dude, what the fuck? She could have gotten hurt!”

On the other side of Hoseok, Hyeri furiously mouths a fuck you at Taehyung. With no sign of regret or even a slight concern for your safety, Taehyung just puts his hand over his mouth and giggles again, answering both of them with an, “Oopsie!”

Hoseok sighs and then grins up at you apologetically, “You okay?”

“Yup!” You squeak quickly, trying not to blush as your mind flashes to all the many times you’ve been in the same position on Hoseok’s lap – but with far fewer layers of clothing. You instantly remember it because it was his favorite position… How he would pull your hair back so he could scatter marks all over your neck to your chest with his mouth, roughly grab your ass and smack it as much as he pleased until it is raw and red and bruised, and the way he would always call you his good little slut for being able to take all of daddy’s cock…  

The image in your head became far too much that you shakily try to get up as you mumble a sorry towards him. He frowns as he looks over your expression, only to bite back a smirk when he recognizes that half-lidded faraway look in your eyes, his grip keeping you in place.

While everyone else gets distracted by the beautiful winter wonderland scenery outside the window, Hoseok leans in closer, so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek.

“If you’re thinking about things that will ruin this friendship, you better stop,” Hoseok growls in warning in a voice so low that only you could hear, but there’s also something there that indicates he doesn’t mean what he had said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you say coolly, though you are anything but when you feel something firming up against your backside. You almost whimper out loud because of how thick and long it felt even through the confines of his snowboarding pants.

God, you miss it. Hoseok’s dick is pretty much 95% of the reason you always come running back to him.

And he knows that very well.

Hoseok shifts around so his length could comfortably rest along your clothed center, and you were only wearing water-proof and thermal tights-like pants so you felt everything.

A ragged breath escapes you, causing Hoseok to lightly brush his smirking mouth against your cheek as he mutters, “Good girl.”

Quietly fuming in the corner, Yoongi watches the whole thing with a palpable look of pure envy on his face.

Even before Yoongi had met you and known about the relationship you shared with Hoseok, Yoongi hated him. The minute that loud-mouthed fuckwalked into the same 10th grade biology class Yoongi had to retake once he transferred over to your school, he groaned and thought to himself, here we fucking go… Because Hoseok was that guy. You know, the one guy in almost every class you had that annoys the shit out of everyone by making some unfunny quip after everything the teacher says just to hear the sound of their own voice… And Hoseok did exactly that, but for some reason, everyone actually laughed at his jokes. Well everyone except for Yoongi, because once again for the people in the back, Yoongi hates him.

In retrospect, saying it was hate is going a bit too far, especially since sometimes, Yoongi would chuckle – A bit! Just a little bit! – at the things Hoseok would say. So maybe mildly disliked to the point of annoyance would be a better phrase to what Yoongi’s feelings for Hoseok were during high school. But it did develop to hate during that very first time he came home from university after his dad married your mom, when he walked into the living room of his new home to find you and Hoseok heatedly making out the couch, with Hoseok’s hand groping your breast, drawing noises from you that Yoongi wished were because of him instead of the leech sucking your mouth dry.

By now, Yoongi knows about the long and messy history of yours and Hoseok’s on-and-off relationship which makes Yoongi hate him even more. If he had been in Hoseok’s place, Yoongi would have cherished you and would have never broken your heart over and over again, let alone even once. Hoseok probably doesn’t even know lucky he is to be given so many chances from you because he didn’t deserve any of them. He didn’t deserve you at all, you deserve someone better. And that somebody should be Yoongi.

But not him him, Yoongi thinks, because that’s wrong seeing he is now your stepbrother and all… Just someone like him.

It will be wrong to try to pursue you now, so he won’t.

But it still pisses him off. Especially after seeing what happened on the lift, once again wishing he was in Hoseok’s place instead and he fucking hates that he’s so jealous of that asshole.

Though perhaps trying to one-up every snowboard trick Hoseok does isn’t the best course of action to prove that Hoseok isn’t all that and that there are better guys out there. (Like him, but once again, not really him.) It’s the dumbest thing Yoongi has ever done but he only figures that out when he falls flat on his back after attempting to do a frontside rodeo.

His back hurts like shit and Hoseok had the audacity to look all worried when he asks Yoongi if he’s okay. And despite Yoongi’s protest, he even carries Yoongi to one of the rest stations scattered throughout the park. What a prick.

Fortunately, you tag along. Your genuine concern for Yoongi really helps ease the pain and somewhat allows him to tolerate Hoseok’s mere presence. Though it would have been a hell of a lot better if Hoseok wasn’t in the equation at all.

“I’m really, really sorry Y/N! Should I just cancel? I feel so bad—“

“No!” You screech into your phone, catching the attention of the family of five in the elevator with you. “If you do that, I will kill you in your sleep, Jiyeon.”

You give a friendly smile to the wide-eyed little girl and the mom when they move away from you slightly, the mother’s arms wrapping protectively around her daughter tightly.

“But—“

“No, buts!” You cut your best friend off yet again because you know if you don’t, she’ll be true to her words and cancel the date Seokjin asked her out on that afternoon at the slopes. “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something. I’m sure Hyeri will let me stay with her…” As you suggest that, you’re already thinking of some good blackmail material you have on her because she would surely take a lot of convincing. Attention back on your conversation with Jiyeon, you grin when you tell her, “Go have fun! You’ve been waiting for this moment for like years and years!”

“I know!” She squeals excitedly. “I can’t even believe it’s actually happening!”

“And we didn’t even have to do anything! You did it all by yourself!” You sniff proudly, clutching your heart as you step out the elevator on the fifth floor. “My baby is growing up.”

“I’m older than you, Y/N,” Jiyeon reminds you with a giggle, then she sighs dreamily. “I can’t believe I was always so scared and shy to go near him before. He’s so easy to talk to.”

“You better tell me everything as soon as the date is over,” you say and she hums an of course. “And don’t forget to bring protection!”

“Y/N!” Jiyeon screams, then for a moment she falls silent until a few seconds later, she adds quietly, “Hyeri already gave me one of the boxes she bought… Don’t worry…”

“Wow…” was all you could say as you laugh together. When you reach the door of room 5018, Jiyeon says her goodbye, needing her time left before Seokjin arrives to finish getting ready for the date. Hanging up, you knock on the door and call Yoongi’s name. Hearing his answer to come in, you use your card to enter the room.

Stepping inside, your eyes find Yoongi sitting on the bed with one leg folded and the other laying straight, his back resting on the headboard. The television is on, marathoning the usual holiday movies that they show every year. Yoongi tears his gaze away from Buddy and Zooey Deschanel singing in the showers to see you rising the plastic bag full of things he needed to help his back pain.

You walk over to the bed and dump the contents of the bag on it, and he leans over with a slight wince to grab the bottle of Tylenol, “Thanks, this will really help.”

While yanking your scarf off, you frown, “Does it still hurt?”

He shakes his head and grins, “Nah, not as much as before.”

“Well, that’s good to hear… But if anything changes… Tell me, okay?”

He nods and mouths an okay, finding your concern for him so adorable. He had told you before you left to trek into the cold afternoon to get the things now scattered on the bed that you didn’t have to, but you insisted to anyway. It was sweet of you, he thought as he watches turn your gaze your gaze at the TV with a smile on your face, you are sweet.

“I love this movie,” you say out loud.

“I’ve never seen it before.”

“Really?!” And when he nods, your mouth falls open. “I’ll let you watch it in peace then,” you take your phone out of your pocket. “I have to make a quick call anyway-“ You point to the washroom. “I’ll just make it in there, okay? I’m not, you know, doing anything else if I take a long time.”

“Uh…” Yoongi had to laugh. “Sure.”

“I’m serious, it’s just a phone call!” you say as you walk to the washroom. “Not number two or anything like that – Okay, I’ll just shut up now.”

Closing the door behind you, you smack your forehead for your stupid mouth. Maybe it’s a good thing you don’t have a chance with Yoongi because you’ve ruined it plenty of times already, he probably does see you as a dumb little sister now.

Shaking your head, you call Hyeri. She picks up after the third ring.

“Hewwo?”

You resist the urge to tell her to shut up because you needed her to go along with whatever you were going to ask her during this call and in order to do that, you have to be sickly sweet and praise her until she will do anything you say. It’s like a weird platonic foreplay, and in the end, you willget what you want.

“Hello beautiful…” you purr, making her giggle.

“Oooh, baby… and to what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“Well… You must have heard that one of our own has… gone to town to paint it red with a certain man that I’ve heard rumors about…” You begin.

“Mhm… Yes, yes, I have…” Hyeri answers haughtily, in a terrible posh accent. “That he is hung like a horse, yes… I hope our dear friend will be able to survive the night.”

You choke back a laugh – pounding a fist on your chest - to continue the weird roleplay. “Yes, I do too… So, I was thinking… We should have our own fun too! We could call up room service-“

She gasps, “Room service! Fun!”

“Yes, order some chocolate covered strawberries and sparkling wine, paint each other’s toenails, give each other massages… Doesn’t that sound swell?”

“Mmm… Mmmm… Mmm… Yes, yes, it does…”

You grin. Hook, line, and… “And I’ll pay for everything.”

“Oh… Oh my god?! R-really?!”

“Yes, really.”

She shrieks with excitement, sounding suspiciously like she’s having an orgasm at the thought.

Sinker, baby!

“So what do you say? Shall I come over now?”

“What? Come over? No, I’m sorry… I-I’m kind of – fuck – busy tonight.”

“What the fuck, Hyeri?! What could you be possibly be doing tonight?”

Guess you have to do Plan B. The B stands for blackmail and boy, do you have a good one —

“She’s doing me.”

What…

“Or I guess, more accurately… Oh, fuck, baby…”

The…

“I-I’m – uhnn- doing her.”

Fuck?!

“KIM TAEHYUNG?!” You scream. “YOU GET AWAY FROM MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT NOW!”

He chuckles deeply, “Or what?”

“Or—“ You couldn’t think when you could hear your best friend’s moans of pleasure in your ear. You groan as you mumble, “Just give her back the phone.”

After Taehyung laughs again, you hear slight rustling as the phone gets passed back to Hyeri.

“H-hewwo?” Hyeri answers again, this time sounding meeker.

“Frankly, I am disgusted…” you tell her harshly. Even though Taehyung is one of your best friends this has got to be the grossest thing you’ve ever found out in your life. Hyeri has already stooped so low that no blackmail of yours could even top this.

“I’m sowwy– Oh my god, Tae…!”

This girl has no shame.

“REPENT FOR YOUR SINS!” You shout before hanging up the phone quickly. Your whole body shudders, having the urge to throw out your phone and take a thousand showers or maybe more effectively, get a lobotomy so you can forget about everything you just heard in the past 2 minutes.

Running a hand through your hair, you sigh as you put down the lid of the toilet to sit down and think about your other options since Hyeri is definitely out now. You don’t want to intrude Kaeun and Jimin’s couple time, so that’s a bust. Min is out barhopping with Namjoon, Hoseok, and Sungjin at the Village; and will most probably take someone home tonight so that’s also a no-go. So now, you have… nothing.

With a resigned huff of air out your mouth, you stand up with a clap of your hands on your thighs, ready to tell Yoongi about the bad news. When you open the door, his furrowed stare of concern was already on you as he asks, “Hey, what’s wrong? I heard a lot of shouting.”

“Oh, nothing! That was just…” You trail off, not wanting to get into it, so you just smile instead. Except maybe you shouldn’t because of the news you were about to bring him. “Listen… You know how Jiyeon and Seokjin are going out tonight?”

He nods so you continue, “Well because of that, I, uh… don’t really have a place to stay at tonight.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, that was Hyeri I just got off the phone with and she’s also… preoccupied tonight. And I could call Min but I—“

“Just stay here.”

“Really?” You ask, perking up. “Is that okay?”

Yoongi shrugs, “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Then he looks off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck. “Is it cool if I stay here too? I only really know Seokjin and I’m not really comfortable rooming with people I don’t know.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” You say quickly. You point to the chair and ottoman close by the window. “I was thinking of making that my bed so it’s all good.”

“What?” Yoongi sits up now, shaking his head. “No, no, I’ll sleep there tonight. You take the bed.”

“But your back—“

“Is fine, I told you.”

“But—“

“Take the bed, Y/N,” he insists, standing up from it. With a kind grin, Yoongi beckons you over to the mattress with a tilt of his head. “You’ve already done so much for me today so this is the least I could do.”

With a defeated sigh, you walk over the bed, running your fingers over the comfy white comforter once you were beside it. You look over the size of the bed and you realize something. Nervously, you suggest it, “We could, um, both fit on this bed, you know…”

His mouth gapes slightly open then closed like a startled fish, finishing his lack of response with a hard swallow. You take his silence as a bad sign so you quickly say as you wave your arms a bit too much, “I mean, if I stay on this on this side of the bed-“ you gesture to the side closest to you, then point to the other farther side, “-and you stay on that side of the bed, there will be plenty of space in the middle and we won’t even be near each other at all! And we’ll both be comfortable and your back won’t be sore tomorrow morning but if it’s a stupid idea th—“

“It’s a good idea,” Yoongi manages to say finally. Your wide eyes stare at him, mouth still open from your hurried speech but no words come out. He sits on the bed and looks around, “It is a pretty big bed… I don’t see why we can’t sleep on it together…” He stretches his back a bit by arching his chest out, “And my back is still pretty sore…”

You kept staring as you bite your lip, feeling yourself heat up because of two things; excitement that this is actually happening and shame for being so excited that this is actually happening.

He pats his hand on one side of the bed and turns to look at you, “So this is my side?”

When you nod, he smirks, standing up. “Alright, I’ll get ready for bed then…” Then he stops in front of his suitcase, and looks over at you again, “Unless you want to go first?”

Awkwardly laughing, you shake your head. “No, go ahead!”

After a flash of his smile and small thanks, Yoongi heads to the washroom with a change of pajamas. Once he is out of the room, you collapse on the bed, clutching onto your rapidly beating heart as you mouth holy shit to yourself over and over again. Because, holy shit… This is actually happening!

Then you tell yourself to get a grip because this is nothing to get excited over. The two of you are just sharing a bed, that’s all.

In the middle of the third movie of the holiday marathon, Home Alone, you fall asleep on the far right side of the bed with the comfy comforter wrapped around your body. It was nice laughing with Yoongi during Elf and crying with him throughout Love, Actually (yeah, you saw him shed a few happy tears in the end, though he swears he hadn’t) but by the time Macaulay Culkin started making his booby traps, you were out like a light. Yoongi looks over when he heard you snoring softly, smiling to himself before turning off the TV and making himself cozy on the left side of the bed, having only the extra thin sheet to cover himself, but if you are warm then he is fine. A few minutes later, he drifts off to sleep as well.

Sometime later, the hotel must have turned up the heating due to complaints because you awaken slightly. Drenched in sweat and mildly uncomfortable. You push the blanket off your body before falling asleep again.

But it might be because of that that you became restless, twisting and turning through the night that the next time your eyes open again, it was still dark. What time is it?

Groaning tiredly, you move your arm to try and find your phone on the bedside table you left it on, only to realize you couldn’t reach it from where you are. Shit, you must have moved to the center of the bed.

As you were about to move and crawl back to your side like a spineless zombie, you feel something stirring behind you, pressing itself against your backside as huff of air from a slight snore tickles the nape of your neck. You freeze, heart beating fast. And if you weren’t awake before, you are fully awake now when a warm hand lands over your hip, touching more skin than you remember having exposed. So you peer down at yourself, and you nearly choke up, because what you see could fucking rival a Playboy magazine centerfold.

In the midst of pushing away the blanket earlier, your half-asleep mind must have also been irritated with the pajama pants you were wearing because right now, with your step-brother’s hand on your hips, you were only wearing your black mesh polka-dot panties. And not only that! Your shirt did that that it always does while you sleep, which is ride up your body until it’s only covering ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, basically not doing its job at all, so you have your tits out for the whole world to see!

Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you are fully in panic mode.

If Yoongi wakes up and finds you like this, he’s going to think you’re a pervert and sexual predator because you were the one who suggested that the two of you could sleep on the same bed and now you are the one who left your side of agreed upon space to press your half-naked body onto him when some time ago, he remembers you were fully fucking clothed. This doesn’t look good for you at all. This is really bad!

Oh my god, he’s going to tell his dad and then they’ll both tell your mom and then your whole family is going to hate you and then jail might be in the cards for you and then —

Yoongi shifts again and you feel something firm grind against your ass. He groggily groans something that sounds suspiciously like your name, his grip on your hip tightening enough to draw a slight whimper from you. You swallow, mouth opening as you throat goes dry because he keeps grinding leisurely, presumably still asleep though you’re not really sure… You just know that every move he makes causes your panty to get wetter and you don’t want him to stop.

He does stop, a minute later, jolting awake and instantly freezing when he takes in his surroundings and what was happening. He stares at where his erection is pressed against your ass, only the thin layers of both your underwear keeping them apart, then his eyes travel up your bare back all the way to where your shirt was bunched up around your armpits.

Fuck… Did he do this?

Yoongi curses under his breath, feeling ashamed as his hand on your waist loosens to tear himself away from you…

But the pretty hand that gently falls on top of his, stops him. It closes around him, making his grip tighten on your body again.

“Y/N?” He whispers weakly. “Are you awake?”

Did you want him to stay put or is this a sleepwalking-like situation? He waits for the answer with bated breath, heartbeat accelerating.

“Yeah…” you whisper just as quietly that he had to strain to hear it even though the room was dead silent. He can feel and hear his heart pounding even in his ears when you start to guide his hand up your body. Stopping just at the underside of your breast, there is a hitch in your breathing that makes Yoongi think that you’ve decided against what you were really planning to take him. So he takes the final step cautiously, and with your hand still on his, he moves further up to grope your tender breast.

By the way you moan softly, you seem to like how he was touching you just as much as he likes touching you. Grinning lazily, he leans in closer, pressing his mouth on your shoulder with a light kiss as he asks, “Do you like this, Y/N?”

You were already nodding helplessly, but he adds more sensation by tweaking your nipple with his thumb and forefinger until your bucking back into him, grinding once again on his hard cock. He hisses, stirring nearer. With a gasp, your hand moves from his hand to the back of his head as soon as his teeth nip at the skin on your neck, his tongue darting out to taste when you pull him closer.

Eyes closing, you sigh as you let his mouth work its magic on one of the most sensitive parts of you. You were loving it so much, getting so hazy with every mark he makes, that you hadn’t noticed his hand leaving your chest to slowly ghost down your stomach, his fingertips fleetingly spreading to touch every part of you he could on the way down.

It’s only when his thumb hooks under the waistband of your underwear and his mouth lifts off you with a wet pop that you realize how close he is to your throbbing center, the palm of his hand feeling so hot to the touch.

“I want to touch you,” he drawls, still sounding so tired yet also so horny. Just the tone alone makes you shiver, feeling yourself get wetter. He is playing with the cute, little ribbon on the front of your underwear teasingly as he asks, “Can I touch you?”

You look over your shoulder, meeting his gaze. Even though your sight hasn’t fully adjusted to the dark, you can already see how fucked out he looks. Heavy-lidded bedroom eyes burning you straight to the core.

A simple and shy nod was all you need to give him for Yoongi to use the finger that had been pressing on the ribbon to instead swipe a feel up your slit, groaning to himself once he touches the sticky, wet patch seeping through the fabric of your tiny underwear.

As he continues to slide two of his fingertips up and down your slit, sometimes stopping at your clit to give it more attention, he is rendered speechless by how drenched you are. The sounds of his heavy breathing that’s now matching with yours fill the still room instead. He thinks that the little noises you were making sounded a lot better than anything he had to say anyway.

What Yoongi didn’t know is that you were trying to suppress the sounds, biting down hard on your lip to keep quiet, because even though you were loving every second of it, there still a small part of you that feels guilty for the moral implications of it all. He is still your stepbrother after all, and you are letting him touch you intimately in a room that your mother has paid for in hopes that the two of you would get closer - as siblings, notlovers. So how fucked up is that?

But it is easy to forget all of that – no, not really forget, but forcibly push all those thoughts to the back of your mind with little to no shame when Yoongi’s nimble fingers bring you closer and closer to coming for him.

While you squirm and whimper from his ministration, he slips his other arm under you to grab at your chest again, already missing the feeling of it in his hand. You feel unbelievably pleasant to touch, soft and smooth, even better than he had imagined. And you smell sweet too, he thinks as he buries his nose into your hair with a low whine after a particularly rough movement of your dry humping against him. He could come untouched from all of this alone, but he wanted you to come first.

“Spread your legs for me,” you do what he says without even a millisecond of hesitation, putting your leg over his to spread yourself open like he wanted. Anticipation courses through your veins, building higher with every passing moment. And yeah, maybe what the two of you were already doing before was tip-toeing over the lines of wrong, but when Yoongi pulls your underwear to the side so your bare cunt is finally exposed for him to see – sopping wet because of him and for him only – that was the moment you both knew that this was the point of no return.

It most certainly is a really fucking morally terrible situation in almost every way, but neither of you cared anymore.

So at last completely giving into his immoral desires – the ones he had locked up tight and thought to have thrown away the keys the day your parent’s had said I do - Yoongi slips a finger inside you, hissing in want when he feels your hot, velvet walls clench tightly around just his single digit. You are quivering already, so sensitive, and he loves that, coaxing more of your little mewls of more and please and - what gets him the most - his name with every pump of his finger in and out of you.

You start moving against him again when he adds another finger, either to get yourself to come soon or to help get him off too. Whichever it was, Yoongi’s not complaining. To be able to feel your searing body heat pressed against him, thrusting his fingers so fast into your pussy that you are sobbing his name, kiss any part of your that his mouth lands on, and have your juices leaking down his hands was what most of his fantasies for the past seven years consisted of, and now he is able to live it… So yeah, he’s not complaining at all. In fact, he’s enjoying every second of it.

“I-I’m so – hnn – clo –” You gasp, back arching when he curls his fingers, pressing at that spot that has you seeing stars. Your hand closes around his wrist, the one that was flicking so hard back and forth to bring you closer to your pleasure, while your other hand grasps as the sheets of the bed. “Y-Yoongi!”

“Come on, baby…” Yoongi rasps, sounding so debauched, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. The hand that had been teasing your nipples the entire time moves up to grab the side of your face to get you to look at him. Now eye to eye, your wide ones staring into Yoongi’s tender yet wicked gaze, Yoongi commands in a drawl, “Come for your oppa.”

So you do, letting go to let the overwhelming sensation take over your whole body, from your hazy head to your toes that curl from the pleasure. As you tighten even more than he thought was possible around his fingers and drench him more with your cum, Yoongi leans to capture your slightly parted mouth with his own.

You moan into the kiss and his tongue slips inside your mouth. Though it is still hard to think, not fully all together there yet in your mind, you think this kiss might be better than coming.

Might be.

Grabbing his hair from the back of his head, you pull him closer to kiss him deeper and he smiles against your mouth.

Once your orgasm subsides, you come to the conclusion that it’s all amazing. The way he kisses, how he touches, his fingers… All you need to know now is his cock, how it tastes and how it feels inside you.

But the way your heavy eyelids blinks slowly is not lost on Yoongi when he breaks away from the kiss. With one last tender kiss on your lips, he slips his fingers out of your pussy and says with a warm smile, “How about we get some sleep?”

“Huh?” Confusion sets on your face when you hear this. You sit up slightly on your elbows and look towards his erection that is still straining behind his boxers. “But you haven’t cummed yet. Let me do something for you. Suck you off or…” You trail off, blinking languidly, forgetting what you were going to suggest because of how tired you are.

Yoongi grins, finding it adorable that you are trying so hard to stay away just so he could cum too.

“No, it’s fine… I’ll just jerk off, I’ll be done in a second anyway,” Yoongi says, laughing.

That makes you pout. Your hand goes to squeeze his thigh as your eyelashes flutter in feign innocence, purring, “But, I wanna help… Oppa.”

You’ve never called Yoongi that before, ever. Not even once. But remembering how he used it earlier when he made you come, you thought you’d try it out. It should have made you cringe and laugh out loud at how ridiculous this all was but it didn’t. It actually made you feel a bit aroused calling him that. Maybe it because of all the years that you’ve called Hoseok ‘Daddy’ during sex that it didn’t seem all that bad to call Yoongi ‘Oppa’ now… But you have to admit, this is much more wrong. But why does it feel so right?

Yoongi seems to think so too. A guttural groan escapes him as his cock twitches. How could he refuse that?

“Okay, let’s compromise,” Yoongi begins, sitting up on his knees. Your eyes hungrily take in his bulge with a lick of your lips, too sleep deprived to care how cock hungry you must have looked. “I’ll jerk off like I said—“ You look away from his dick to pout up again at him, “And all you have to do is let me cum on your back?”

You like the idea, but you open your mouth to suggest another one. Before you could, Yoongi leans down to your level until your noses are only inches apart to say, “I would rather that you’re well rested for tomorrow, baby. If I let you suck me off tonight, you’ll never get any sleep… And don’t you think that when I make your poor pussy cum over and over and over again, it will feel so much better when you’re not close to dozing off every couple seconds?”

With a hard swallow, you nod in full agreement.

“Glad you can see it my way,” Yoongi smirks, fondly pushing your hair back behind your ear before pressing a quick kiss on your lips again. Then with his hands on your shoulders, he guides you to turn over, “Now be a good girl and let oppa come on you.”

You hum in content at his command, pushing your underwear down your legs and off before laying down on your stomach. When you spread your legs apart to show your glistening pussy, allowing Yoongi to have more visual stimulation than just your ass, he lets out a shallow breath, staring once again in awe at how gorgeous you are. He then straddles his legs on either side of you, pushes his underwear just enough that his hard cock pops out, then reaches down to gather some of your cum still smeared all over your cunt to use as lubrication. You whimper at his touch, looking back over your shoulders only to groan needily because of how nice and thick his cock looks.

His eyes look over at every part of you as he fists at his cock, smearing a mixture of your cum and his pre-cum along his length to help him work faster. He starts with your pretty face, thinks about coming all over it, thinks about you choking on his cock with tears in your eyes. Then his eyes travel down to your back, thinks about holding on your waist while he drills into you, thinks about pressing a hand down the dip of your back so you’ll arch your ass higher for him as he eats you out, thinks about you screaming from overstimulation —

Before he could even have the pleasure to fantasize about your perfect ass or tight cunt, he comes hard with a low, drawn-out groan. For a few seconds, he is tensely stunned, hips jerking in stilted movement as he ejaculates in three streaks of white across your back. So overcome with pleasure and exhaustion, he just falls forward after his cock has softened and emptied out completely, though in the nick of time, he catches himself with a hand pushing down on the mattress to keep him up instead of crashing onto you. He mumbles a sorry and then a thank you, you answer it with a slow kiss.

When the two of you part, Yoongi sits up again, planning to get a towel to clean you up. But he freezes when you reach a hand back. All his attention is on you as you gather up as much of his cum as you can. Then with it coating two fingers, you stuff it inside yourself with a ragged whimper and a low whine, your face falling into the pillow.

Yoongi lays down, spooning you again. Closely, he growls a very pleased ‘dirty girl’ against your ear, causing you to shiver in content. You fall asleep with a smile on your face as his fingers join yours inside your hot walls.

See you next week!

Yoongi failed his literature exam miserably.

His solution: begging his professor for a re-do.

Spoilers: it's all fun roleplay!

pairing: sope

genre: pwp, canon

tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!hoseok, teacher/student roleplay, anal sex

word count: 2,197

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Yoongi approached Professor Jung after class, graded paper in hand, with his head hanging low. It was shameful, but he had no other choice if he wanted to pass that damned class. 

Jung Hoseok had always been the kind and warm professor everybody on campus prayed to have, so Yoongi hoped that he would understand, hoped that he would give him that pretty smile of his and reschedule the test so he could have a better chance.

Yes, it was a longshot, he was perfectly aware of it, but he was exhausted and this was his last resort.

"Professor Jung?" He called quietly, the brunet occupied with putting his laptop away in his bag as the rest of the students walked out. When he looked up, he gave Yoongi a tight smile, unlike his usually bright and sunny grin.

He must have been disappointed in Yoongi.

"I, hum," he fumbled awkwardly, gesturing to his test paper in hand. "I really messed up, huh?"

Hoseok bit his lip, nodded and sighed.

"I was expecting a lot more from you. I can tell you know the subject well, but just... Didn't study. I thought you enjoyed these classes."

Yoongi desperately shook his head. "No, no, it's not that. I love your classes, they're the highlight of my week." Hoseok's calculating gaze observed him, somewhat disbelieving. "I had crazy shifts these past few weeks at work, had barely any time to study, so I chose to focus on the classes I was doing really poorly over to reduce my chances of failing, but," he gestured to his test again, "we know how well that turned out."

Hoseok nodded, desk finally neat after a long day of exhaustive classes.

"I understand your conundrum Yoongi-ssi, but all we can really do now is focus on the next one okay? And make sure to study in advance so this doesn’t happen again." 

Hoseok looked at him sternly, and Yoongi felt his heart hammer against his chest; he'd always been so kind and warm. Had he fucked up that bad?

He stepped closer, rounding the desk to stand next to Hoseok, who'd just finished zipping up his bag.

"Please, sir," he insisted. "Can't I just retake the exam? I can give you all the paperwork you need to prove I'm not making up my extra shifts, just. Please, sir."

His face burnt red, shame crawling up his spine as he threw his pride out the window.

Hoseok observed him curiously.

"Please," he insisted, eyes wide and worried as he looked up at his professor. "I'll do anything."

He bit the inside of his cheek to contain a scowl. It was such a cliché thing to say, but Hoseok smirked in response, clearly amused.

He took his coat off and set it over his chair and ran a hand over his hair. There was something in his eyes that warned Yoongi of danger.

"Yoongi-ah- Can I call you that, Yoongi-ah?" He said conversationally. "We've known each other for a while, haven't we?"

Yoongi wasn't sure if he wanted to glare at Hoseok or get on his knees, the way he so casually lowered his status tingling him in just the right places.

He nodded weakly, licking his lips and muttering a soft "yeah, sure."

Hoseok grinned wider, something conspiratorial and friendly, despite him knowing full well something deeper and filthy was swirling in his mind.

"Yoongi-ah, I believe you. I believe it's been tough juggling your job with your studies and I completely empathise with your struggle." He took a step closer. "You don't need to provide me any paperwork alright? I'll gladly let you retake this test."

Yoongi sighed in relief.

"However," Hoseok pressed, voice a little darker. "Doing so would be a violation of this university's rules... I could get in real hot water if word of this got out. So, in exchange, I'd like something of you in return," he took another step closer.

Yoongi had to crane his neck to look up at him, too close for comfort, his heart beating faster. Hoseok put a hand beside Yoongi's hip on the desk, then walked around and did the same for the other side, effectively caging him against the table.

Yoongi let out a shaky exhale, feeling himself grow half-hard from Hoseok's demeanour alone.

"I think you can imagine what I'd like to have from you." He could hear a smile in his hushed voice. "You wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"

He leaned closer, breath fanning against his ear when he spoke. Yoongi shook his head softly, eyes screwed shut, head hanging low, feeling himself grow smaller, and smaller with each passing second.

"Though you could be one of those guys who love to boast of who they fuck, right?" Hoseok hummed thoughtfully, hand coming up to play with the hair falling over Yoongi's forehead.

"N-no. I won't tell anyone, I promise." His voice was weak and rough as he pleaded. Hoseok hummed.

"I'll believe you, but if word gets out..." Yoongi nodded. The threat was clear and hung heavy in the air despite the lightness of the professor's sweet voice. The fingers playing with his hair trailed lightly down the side of his face, down his jaw.

"Yes, Sir, I understand."

Yoongi opened his eyes once those fingers found purchase on his chin, lifting it firmly. Hoseok's eyes were lustful, and his lips were spread in a cocky smirk that had him pressing his thighs together desperately, making him bump against the desk behind him accidentally.

"Don't run away from me," he laughed softly, leaning down to bump their noses. Yoongi shook his head in denial, mind hazy as he slipped his eyes closed again. "You have any idea how long I've wanted you for, Yoongi-ah?"

"N-no," he croaked in response, tilting his head in hopes of meeting Hoseok's lips. He didn't let up though, hand on his chin snaking down his neck, over his chest, down his hips. Both hands met on his lower back, then travelled over his ass, squeezing it hard. Yoongi shuddered, a whimper escaping his lips.

"S-sir," he sighed.

"So soft," Hoseok grunted, nosing down his neck once more and pressing an open mouthed kiss under his ear. Hoseok groped Yoongi again, hands unashamed as they cupped and felt his soft skin, and he couldn't help but melt under the Professor's demanding touch.

He kept kissing the nape of his neck, mindful not to leave marks, tongue peeking curiously to taste his pale skin. One of his hands came back up to his waist, the other remaining on his ass as he came back up to kiss Yoongi on the mouth.

Hoseok kissed hard. He sucked and raked his teeth over his lips, licked into his mouth and plunged his way through without a moment to rest. He was hungry, rough, and Yoongi couldn't help but moan as he helplessly held onto Hoseok's shoulders.

Hoseok smiled into the rough kiss, the hand on Yoongi's ass slipping between his cheeks and running low and intimate, where he knew Yoongi would need it most. His jeans were tight, but those fingers brushed over his clothed taint and balls, making him shudder and moan.

Yoongi latched onto Hoseok closer, arms wrapping around his neck and hips rutting against the professor's. The hand on his ass didn't let up, fingers dipping low, then coming back up-- down, up, down, up, rubbing against his sensitive skin teasingly and drawing sweet moans from his spit slicked lips.

Hoseok parted from his mouth, kissing the corner sweetly. He kept rubbing between his cheeks, this other hand crawling up under his tshirt to rub his nipples. Yoongi jumped at the touch, sensitive as always, and let out a long, drawn out whimper as his thumb rolled over the flesh.

"Sir, please," he panted, overwhelmed in sensation and painfully hard in his jeans. He needed to be touched more, desperately so.

"Yeah?" Hoseok asked. "You want me to fuck you already?" 

Yoongi nodded desperately.

"You're gonna be a good boy for me and let your professor fuck you over his desk so you can get that grade?" It was so dumb, but his mind was swimming in clouds, so light and fuzzy. In that state even a silly taunt could make his knees buckle. So he kept nodding, muttering "yes, yes, please" softly under his breath.

He turned Yoongi around and bent him flat over the table, rubbing his crotch against his ass for a brief moment of his own and sighing. Yoongi could feel how hard he was and moved his hips to meet Hoseok's, feeling his fingers on his hips tighten painfully. He bent down over Yoongi and licked his earlobe before raking it hard between his teeth. He was breathing heavily, Yoongi noted, clearly affected by the interaction just the same as him.

"And what if one of your classmates comes back in while I'm fucking you? What then?"

A thrill went down Yoongi's spine and he bit down on his lip. With the feeling of Hoseok's chest rumbling against his back while his hard-on rubbed against his behind, he had just about enough. 

"Please," he whined, louder than he anticipated. "I don't care, just fuck me already."

Hoseok laughed as he unbuckled Yoongi's jeans.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He peeled his jeans down to his knees, together with his underwear. "You'd love an audience. Bet the humiliation gets you off. Bet the eyes on you make you feel pretty and special."

Hoseok was playing dirty, grabbing all his weaknesses and throwing them against him. He shuddered as he whined on the desk, the need to protest drowned down as two fingers were roughly pushed into his ass. It was an easy slide, already wet from previously prepping himself in the bathroom. Even so, Hoseok squirted even more lube over his hole and pistoned his fingers in and out.

"Ho-Hoseok," he moaned instinctively, earning him a slap on his thigh.

"Have some respect, Yoongi-ah," was his harsh reply.

Yoongi groaned; the stinging, the stretching, the demeaning attitude, he was growing so close to his climax already.

"Sir," he corrected himself. "I'm ready. Just, just-" Yoongi couldn't finish his train of thought, so caught up in it all, feeling himself melt with every passing second.

He heard unbuckling behind him, and soon enough, the blunt tip of Hoseok's cock prodded at his entrance.

"Are you ready, Yoongi-ah?" He asked as he leaned over to grab a fistful of his dark hair. "Ready to satisfy your superior?"

Yoongi groaned, nodding as much as Hoseok would let him as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

"Yes, Sir. Yes, please just fuck me, Sir," he sobbed. Hoseok's hand tightened in his hair.

"Very well, then."

Hoseok slid in in one smooth motion.

Yoongi's body was already so used to his partner's, it took no effort for him to bottom out. Soon, Hoseok was thrusting hard and fast, chasing his release as he let Yoongi squirm under him. It felt amazing but it wasn't enough, he wasn't reaching the right places and Yoongi wasn't sure if it was on purpose or completely accidental-- though knowing Hoseok, nothing was accidental. It didn't matter though, because the stinging on his scalp and the other's dick filling his ass, hips slapping against his skin, it all had him sighing nonetheless.

At one point Hoseok's hips slowed down, frustrating him further. He trembled and whined, feeling so close, yet not quite there. Hoseok knew of this, and lifted him up by the hair.

"Does baby wanna cum?" He asked, low against his ear.

Yoongi sobbed that yes, yes he did, please.

With their bodies now flush against each other, Hoseok wrapped his arms around him, one grazing his nails over his chest, the other going low to tug his leaking cock.

His sips resumed their movements, but deeper and slower. Yoongi tried to meet Hoseok halfway, thrusting back into him, and was surprised to hear him grunt at the motion. Yoongi took it as a sign to continue, and both kept rocking into each other, Hoseok's mouth hot on his neck until Yoongi began to tremble all over again, voice growing louder and filthier as he got closer and closer to cumming.

Hoseok whispered words of encouragement in his ear, words of praise and acknowledgement that never failed to send him over the edge.

"Come on baby, that's it," he said. "You're so pretty, feel so good, wanna feel you cum around me. You're always so good for me, you know that? You deserve it, cum for me."

A few minutes later, Yoongi laid on their bed, cum wiped off and covered in a soft blanket. Hoseok hugged him from behind, tracing his fingers languidly over his stomach.

"Was that any good?" Hoseok asked conversationally.

"I love how into it you get," Yoongi scoffed. "You're such a cheeseball sometimes but it doesn't bother me. Kinda plays into the role, I guess."

"Well, you know me, hyung, any opportunity to have you all to myself and I'm all in," he laughed as he kissed the back of his neck.

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The Wall(s) Between Us

Chapter 1 → Yoongi hooks up with a girl from the club.

pairing: sope (endgame), yoongi/original female character genre: smut, modern au, roommates, mutual pining tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!oc, hook-ups with strangers, light dom/sub, cunnilingus, blowjobs, pegging, anal sex, light voyeurism word count: 3,579

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Yoongi's hands ran over her soft, supple thighs as he devoured her. Hungry lick after lick and swirl of his tongue on her pretty pink lips and nub, tongue dipping down every now and then to tease her entrance. She moaned low in her throat, licking her lips as she peered down at him with hazy, yet sharp brown eyes.

She called herself Mel, either short for Milly, or Melany, Yoongi couldn't remember.

Hoseok had insisted for them to go clubbing despite his many complaints, claiming Yoongi had been closed off in their flat for a little too long to be healthy. He would have never agreed to such a ridiculous idea, but Hoseok looked amazing, colourful silk shirt open at the top with his chest in view and light makeup around his eyes that made him look incredibly appetising.

However, when they finally got in and had drinks in their hands, Hoseok drifted toward the dancefloor and began grinding against flirty strangers, leaving him alone at their booth and feeling a little rejected (or a lot, maybe. Definitely).

That's when Mel approached him. And honestly? He couldn't have been more thankful.

Her taste was soft, yet tangy on his tongue as he rut down on his bedsheets. He closed his eyes and greedily sucked the sweetness out of her, the feeling her her hips quivering arousing him as much as the taste itself. He swiped his tongue flat against her sex, hearing her sigh softly above him, and he groped her thighs tight between his fingers in an attempt to tease her further.

"Careful with the hands, baby" she spoke up, voice breathy, but domineering. He looked up at her and felt his breath stutter in his chest at the way she eyed him. Dark and predatory, a small smirk in warning.

It reminded Yoongi of Hoseok.

She'd been very straightforward from the beginning, her pretty dark hair shining as it fell over her shoulders in waves. She'd told him how pretty he was, how much of a pity it was he was alone. He'd looked at her a little shocked, cheeks going pink at the unusual compliment, and she'd chuckled in response.

"I'm sorry, you looked so cute I couldn't help myself."

Yoongi had shook his head, attempting to grin back at her, but finding himself too dumbfounded. Women had never approached him that way before.

"That's quite alright," he'd said sheepishly, brushing a stray lock away from his face.

She had looked as though she wanted to devour him.

"Sorry," he said before lapping his tongue over her pussy a couple more times. Then, he flicked her nub fast, but softly, simply trying to rile her up further.

Her moans grew louder, hands carding through his hair and gripping it loosely as she spread her legs. He kept running his hands over them, her skin appearing almost copper under the dim lighting of his bedroom. His fingers were calloused, some of his hookups adoring the feeling of them over their skin, so he dragged them up and down, savouring her every movement as he licked and licked and licked.

He was so hard, probably already leaking through his boxers as he kept grinding down on the bed. He let his desperation seep through his ministrations, tongue digging a little harder into her flesh and rubbing little, wet circles over her clit. Her breath hitched before letting a long moan escape her lips, hips bucking further into his mouth in response.

"God, you're good," she groaned, fingers tightening in his hair just enough to make their presence known. "I bet you suck dick just as well."

Yoongi laughed, tilting his head up with a fucked-out smile. He probably looked a mess, lips and chin dripping wet, face hot and red from arousal.

"Wanna bet?"

The tongue in his mouth was commanding as the hand on his jaw slid to the back of his head, scratching his scalp pleasantly before tugging hard at his hair.

"Ngk- Wha-"

"That too much for you baby?"

Yoongi let out a shaky exhale.

"N-no."

She licked her lips and smiled sweetly.

"Great."

Her free hand slid between his legs and gripped high on his thigh, nails digging into the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. He shivered and groaned something needy, blush high on his cheeks at the way she slowly took him apart.

"God I knew you were perfect when I saw you across the bar," she dipped down to mouth at his neck.

"Usually people get the opposite impression from me," he muttered with a playful smile she couldn't see as he enjoyed the feeling of her teeth scraping over his pulse.

"You? No," she scoffed. "You looked so lost and small next to your friend. So pretty," another hard kiss that had his breath hitching in surprise. "Almost thought you were his from the way he moved around you, before he took to the dancefloor."

Yoongi stilled for a moment before sighing sadly.

Yeah, if only that were true.

Her fingers tightened around his hair and Yoongi couldn't help but shudder at the pain. It stung so badly, and he cried out desperately, hips pressing hard into the mattress.

"Look at you," she chuckled. "So cute."

He pouted, eyes screwing shut in embarrassment.

"Fuck," he grunted, hips rolling down on the bed, head starting to swim from both the pain and praise.

She didn't seem to approve though, tutting at Yoongi and telling him to look at her. He bit his lip but opened his eyes again, looking up at her through his lashes.

"There you go," she smiled, free hand coming down to touch herself. "You really are so pretty. You gonna let me fuck your mouth with your toys after I cum on your tongue?" He nodded desperately, rolling his hips faster over his sheets. "Gonna let me fuck you with them, too?"

Yoongi moaned louder at her words, head dipping down to lick her once more. She used her fingers to spread herself for him and he lapped her like his life depended on it. He sucked on her sensitive flesh, licked and teased and pressed hard against her clit, and felt the way she trembled and sighed the closer he brought her to her climax.

"Oh I bet you're gonna look so pretty with a cock in your mouth," she moaned. "You love a nice cock stretching your throat as much as a wet pussy, don't you, baby?"

Yoongi couldn't take it anymore, tongue rubbing hard against her as his hips moved fast and desperate. His orgasm hit him like an avalanche, making him shake like a leaf as he moaned desperately onto her heated flesh. Under him, she came just as hard, soft sighs growing heavier and deeper as she closed her thighs around his head, fingers tightening in his hair as she bucked her hips into him hard. Yoongi kept rutting as he rode his climax, the pain in his hair and suffocating heat from her body driving him further and further, seeing stars behind his eyes as he whimpered.

They lay panting on his bed for a while, Yoongi's face resting on her thigh as he caught his breath and rested his tired muscles. She pet his hair and stroked his cheek absentmindedly, fucked out and blissful as she enjoyed his warmth.

It was in the midst of this respite that they noticed they weren't alone anymore.

"Your place or mine, baby boy?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

He swallowed hard, face burning as her hand kept drifting over his crotch despite the very public setting they were in. For reasons he'd rather not contemplate, the way anyone could see him being touched only aroused him further.

"My hum, my apartment is close," he spoke, voice gravely, almost weak. "But my friend, the guy you saw with me, he lives with me too and might come back with a partner of his own. Does that bother you?"

She shrugged.

"Only if it bothers him," she said.

Yoongi heard someone moan. It sounded nothing like Hoseok, but it was long and drawn-out, like he had just started getting touched and it felt satisfying, like an itch being scratched.

He froze, heart beating faster and stomach dropping as it really hit him that Hoseok was the one touching that man, making him react that way. It felt so wrong to hear it, but worst of all he felt incredibly petty for feeling that way to begin with.

"Mel," Yoongi said as he sat up, reaching over to comb her hair over her shoulder, watching it fan over his bedsheets in the process. He smiled at her, a little forced but mischievous nonetheless. "Wanna make more noise than them?"

She grinned wide, a smile that promised nothing good.

She kissed him deeply one last time, tongue tasting him deeply, gooseflesh rippling across his skin as she dug her palm onto the front of his jeans shamelessly. He gasped into her mouth, eyes opening in surprise. She hummed and kept rubbing her tongue deep in his mouth, drawing a moan from him as he held onto her waist.

In his daze, he locked eyes with him across the club.

Hoseok was staring directly at him, the man he was with dancing close to his body. His gaze was focused, expression dead serious as he took Yoongi in. The hand between his legs dug harder into his crotch and he squirmed, whimpering into her mouth. It felt so good, to be touched, and worst (read: best) of all, to have Hoseok's sharp, hungry eyes on him as he drowned in sensation. It stung in a way, being looked at that way while knowing he didn't feel what Yoongi wished he felt, but for that moment, he let himself be lulled by that fantasy.

He let his eyes flutter closed as he let himself be consumed, that overwhelming pleasure coursing through him as though he were dazed.

When he opened them once more, almost like a spell being broken, Hoseok was no longer there.

"Let's see your stash, baby."

He walked over to his closet, readjusting himself in his pants and wincing as he felt the mess he made in them. He bit his bottom lip, that dirty feeling stirring him to his core and making his spent cock twitch.

He reached the box he kept hidden, obscured by shoe boxes and long coats. He promptly brought it to Mel, opened it and presented his toys to her. His collection wasn't anything special, but it contained the essentials-- a dildo, a vibrator, a couple of butt plugs, and a strap-on.

"Oh, how nice! Thank you." She said with mirth, absentmindedly biting on her thumb, as she touched the various items with interest. Finally, she took out the strap and the plug and looked up at him with a proud smile. "Now strip for me."

He stood up from the bed and took his shirt off. Opposite him, she crossed her legs and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was already naked from their previous activities, but her hair fell over her chest in a way that made her look more modest than she actually was. She really was beautiful, all tan skin, full hips and dark, voluminous hair. Yoongi quickly discarded himself of his jeans and socks, as well as his soiled underwear, arms wrapping themselves around his body shyly.

"So messy," she cooed, ushering him closer and rubbing his hip bone. "Where do you keep the lube? Didn't see any in the box."

He reached for his bedside table and opened the first drawer. The lube bottle was more than half-used, making her chuckle as she gave him a look that bordered on mocking. If she'd thought of a remark, she didn't voice it, opting instead on asking him how he preferred to take it. Yoongi quickly climbed on his bed to get on all fours, face buried in his pillow with his ass propped up. His face burned with shame, feeling small and pathetic for presenting himself in such an undignified manner, but it was those very things that made it feel so, so good.

She playfully groped his ass before slipping one, then two fingers in, rubbing against his walls carefully and pistoning them in and out slowly. He didn't offer much resistance, body swallowing her up greedily as he trembled and whined under her. He groaned long and deep as she grew more confident, movements becoming rough and quick as he took everything she gave him.

By the time she added a third finger, Yoongi was panting. His forehead was buried in his inner elbow as his jaw hung open, a whimper escaping for every deep stroke he made.

On the other side of the wall, he could hear moaning as well. It wasn't very often yet, but every pleasured sound startled Yoongi and made the poison of his jealousy spread a little deeper. He wondered if Hoseok had heard his hook-up moan, if he'd heard the things she told Yoongi. He wondered what he thought, of him submitting so diligently to a beautiful girl and getting aroused by the filthy things she told him.

He wondered if Hoseok would soon hear him moan as he got fucked. He wondered if it would maybe make Hoseok feel something, anything.

The thought, as sad as it was, thrilled and spurred him on.

Mel withdrew his fingers, satisfied with her work, and substituted them with one of his plugs. Yoongi hummed, wiggling his hips and taking in the filling sensation. Then, she stood back up and began to strap the harness against her body.

"If you want, you can use my vibrator while you fuck me," he suggested as he slowly sat down, a little out of breath. "At least you'll get something out of it."

She laughed.

"If you seriously think I'm not gonna get a massive kick out of this, you're out of your mind." She stood at the edge of the bed and urged Yoongi closer, cupping his jaw and lifting it so he was facing her. "Now if you don't mind I'm going to fuck your mouth, okay baby?"

Yoongi breathed in deeply, worrying his lip between his teeth as he nodded, excitement tingling his skin. She brushed her thumb over his lip and prodded it open. He peeked his tongue out as well, wanting to show her how good he could be as she slowly thrust in his mouth experimentally.

"If I'm going too far just tap out, okay?"

Yoongi moaned around the silicone in response, eyes fluttering closed as he revelled in the weight pressing against his tongue. It really had been too long since he'd last hooked up.

She slid in and out, testing out Yoongi's limits before grabbing onto his hair and rolling her hips faster, deeper, making his breath stutter as she nearly reached his reflex.

He opened his eyes in surprise, fists clenching over his thighs as he tried to keep his breathing steady.

"So far so good, baby," she cooed. "You're taking it so well... You really like doing it with your mouth, huh? Always biting or touching your lips, getting off as you ate me, and now this..."

Yoongi could only moan in response, feeling himself grow hard once again.

She picked up the face once more, going deeper for longer, trying to gauge Yoongi's limit without hurting him, but soon enough she was reaching the back of his throat.

He gagged loudly on the silicone and she quickly withdrew from him so he could breathe.

"No," he moaned weakly, tears gathering in his eyes. "I didn't tap out..."

Mel laughed, something dark at the edges of her voice.

"If that's what my baby wants..."

She thrust all the way in, hitting his gag reflex once more. He reached out for her hips, grabbing her for support as she kept a steady but brutal rhythm in and out of his throat, constantly reaching that sensitive spot and drawing obscene noises that echoed throughout the room. Tears were falling down his face, the intrusion going too far for what his body could take but the strain feeling too good to deny.

Yoongi felt a bit guilty for it, but he imagined the one fucking his mouth so roughly was Hoseok instead. He imagined the hips he held onto were his friend's, the cock in his mouth real and leaking precum over his tongue, that the filthy things Mel told him came from Hoseok's playful voice.

On the other side of the wall the moans were growing louder. He tried paying attention but he couldn't hear Hoseok's voice, only the man he was with. He found himself hoping for his friend's voice to come through, for any sign of him truly being there, right there on the other side of that wall.

Mel retracted the strap from Yoongi's mouth and ran a hand through his hair, then down to his cheek. She leaned down to kiss his forehead and mumbled a "good job" that made him grin a silly smile, feeling the remaining tears fall down his cheeks as he did so. His throat felt raw, eyes stinging, but it felt so good.

She moved him on the bed so he was once more on all fours, ass up for her as she rubbed his cheeks. She removed his plug slowly, drawing it back in and out experimentally and watching him squirm under her.

He was completely hard at that point, the blowjob having done more than enough to awaken his body's interest, but the teasing around his hole was making him leak filthily down onto his bedsheets.

Behind him, he heard her opening his lubricant once more, as well as the wet sounds of her spreading it over the spit-slick strap. She drew herself closer and rubbed the tip against his hole before slowly pushing in. It wasn't too difficult of a stretch, especially with all the prep they'd done before, but Yoongi still felt winded by it. It hadn't been too long since he'd been filled up like that, but he'd been alone. Having it done by someone other than yourself, that felt completely different. This way, he felt powerless, completely at her mercy, like she could control his every move from their position -- which she probably could.

Her trusts were slow at first, but with Yoongi's needy whining and shivering body, she quickly increased the pace into a brutal one. She rolled her rips in ways that hit him in all the right spots and made him moan out loud and unashamed, clawing at his bedsheets and pleading for something, anything.

"You should see yourself, Yoongi-ah," she mused, a smile evident in her voice. "So wet and sloppy, taking me in like you were made for taking it."

Yoongi choked on a moan, thrusting back against her in search for more and more of that feeling. His climax was building up faster than he could have anticipated, the deep filling sensation of the strap, Mel's soothing voice, the feeling of vulnerability, and, as depraved as it might be, the notion that Hoseok could hear him come undone at every passing moment.

On the other side of the wall he faced was the man he was in madly love with, his best friend and roommate and partner in crime. Said friend who was currently fucking someone other than himself, while he himself got fucked, making enough noise for their neighbours to hear because of how far gone he was in pleasure.

He whined and moaned, his deep voice growing impatient and higher in pitch as he came closer and closer to being undone.

"Yeah, you like that?" Hoseok groaned from the other side of the wall, voice rough and and heated.

Yoongi's heart hammered against his chest, excitement crawling under his skin as he heard his friend speak so darkly. He didn't think when he mewled out a loud "yes", mouth hanging open as he came over his bedsheets. His body trembled as he ground down over Mel's hips, trying to take more of the dildo as he his thighs and arms burned from carrying his weight, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him.

Once spent, he stilled, waiting for her to thrust out so he could lay down, small aftershocks running down his spine and tingling his weary limbs. Once she pulled out, she gathered his covers and wrapped them both up, huddling close to him and petting his heated skin. It was soothing, feeling his heartbeat slow down over time as their bodies warmed each other up.

On the other side of the wall things seemed to have calmed down as well, the room silent if not for Yoongi's laboured breathing.

His eyes felt heavy as he struggled to keep them open, feeling his body becoming heavier as he was slowly lulled into sleep.

"Thanks," he mumbled. "That felt really good."

"No problem," she smiled into the back of his neck and pressed a gentle kiss into his hair.

As he drifted off, he wondered if Hoseok, too, was cuddling his lover in his bed. He also briefly wondered if he would ever consider Yoongi for a partner instead.

He quickly shoved such a fantasy into the back of his mind, hoping it would fall into obscurity.

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The Wall(s) Between Us

Two bedrooms, two boys madly in love with each other, and the wall which stands between them.

pairing: sope genre: mutual pining, modern au, roommates tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!hoseok, hook-ups between sope and strangers, light dom/sub, cunnilingus, blowjobs, pegging, anal sex, light voyeurism current word count: 3,579 status: ongoing

[Chapter 1: Yoongi] 💟 [Chapter 2: Hoseok] 💟 [Chapter 3: Together]

Dial me up

Yoongi was diligently working at his studio when he got a phone call from an unknown number.

On the other end of the line? A not-so-truthful telemarketer trying to scam him.

pairing: sope genre: pwp, modern au tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!hoseok, arguing, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk word count: 5k

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Yoongi had been struggling with a particular song all afternoon.

Sometimes inspiration hit him suddenly, like a truck. It winded him and pushed him to pour it all into something before it seeped between your fingers and escaped his grasp… But then he was left the next day with a demo so messy he had no idea where to even begin with remastering.

That's where he was, where he'd been for the past five fucking hours, staring into his computer screen until he went cross-eyed and felt like he bordered on insane.

That's also when his phone made the unfortunate decision to ring.

He felt frustration bubbling under the surface of his skin, crawling from just beneath his shoulders and slowly up his neck. He didn't think, brain too fried to even read the unknown caller ID displayed on screen before swiping the green circle.

“Yes, hello?”

“Good afternoon," a chirpy voice he couldn't recognise spoke against his ear. "I’m Jung with Venture Life. How are you doing today, Mister Min?”

What the fuck was Venture Life?

“Uuuuuh good?” He said cautiously.

“That’s great to hear! I’m contacting you regarding your car insurance. It says here your contract with your current provider is about to expire and we wanted to walk you through our service package. Do you have the time right now?”

Something itched in Yoongi's mind. It was either the way those words were spoken, or the way they didn't watch up. He quickly opened his browser and typed the company's name in the search bar. Many results, to be sure. None of them positive.

Interesting.

“Time? Sure, I've got time,” he replied coolly.

“Great, so-”

“Just not for scam calls.”

“W-what? Sir, please, this is very serious!” The man sounded agitated. It gave Yoongi a sick sense of satisfaction. You fuck around, you find out, right?

“Yeah and so are the articles on my computer screen right now. Two million Won per customer on average, huh? How do you sleep at night.” Righteous indignation tasted good, especially after a shit day. And when he heard the man sigh on the other end of the call, Yoongi smiled cheekily to himself.

“Damn, you’re quick with it, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know Mr. Scammer, it seems pretty basic to me.”

“I’m not a-”

“Not a what, Mr. Scammer?”

The man was getting impatient, clicking his tongue and huffing in frustration.

“Listen, we practically only have old people on our database. They don’t know how to operate a computer.”

Database? Where did a company even find a database as specific as that? Social media? No, that had too widespread of an age-range, and much less an abundance of the elderly.

“Where’d you get it from?”

The man sighed. Yoongi could almost envision him rubbing his face with his free hand as he leaned back on his desk chair.

“Online pawnshop. Grimey looking website. You’d have to be sixty-five years-old to put your personal information into that thing.”

Oh.

“Or maybe a twenty-two year-old dumpster diver," he admitted. "What about you, though? Surely you’re old enough to know that the elderly deserve better than some smooth-talking prick stealing their retirement money.”

“This smooth-talking prick is just trying to put food on the table. At least I’m not… Diving in dumpsters.”

Yoongi cringed.

“That was weak, man.” 

“Fuck you," he said, exhasperated. "Those old men put anything interesting up for sale for it to be worth putting your phone number in it, Min?”

“Yeah, they did. Though I only expected to receive a cassette player and a CRT television, not some-”

“Sweet-talking prick,” the man offered, a bitter grin evident in his tone.

“Wow how self-aware," Yoongi commented sarcastically. "How’d you know?”

When the man replied, he was quieter, something particular in his voice lingering in the air and making stomach flip.

“Y’know your voice isn’t half bad, either.”

“I-I," he found himself stuttering, taken aback. "I wasn’t flattering you.”

“Too bad, I took it as such.” He sounded almost casual in his cockiness. Yoongi couldn't help but let his aggravation rise up once more.

“How big is that damn head of yours?”

“Just big enough.”

Yoongi sat quietly for a few seconds, blood rushing in his ears as his cheeks grew red. Was this guy for real right now? And why did it sound so tantalising when he spoke in that tone, darker and more playful than before...

No, he had to play it cool. There was absolutely no way he could let this complete stranger take a hold of him, especially after trying to scam him and worse yet, interrupt his precious work. 

Yes, he had his priorities in order.

“... Right," he drawled. "Is that what the ladies tell you to make you feel better?”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t take girls home." He spoke confidently, but Yoongi couldn't understand why. Who would admit to something so brazenly? But he kept going, sure he would reach him if he prodded enough.

“Yeah, I gather they run away from you before you get the chance.”

But no, it didn't touch him. Instead, he scoffed.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you-” Something clicked in his mind suddenly. “Oh.”

He was gay.

Like Yoongi.

“Mhmm,” he confirmed, just as laid back as before.

Well, this was just as much Yoongi's territory as it was the guy's. He could go all day.

“Well, in that case is that what the boys tell you to make you feel better about your totally very big enough head of yours?”

He clicked his tongue, growing frustrated.

“Why are you so difficult?”

“Why’d you call me in the middle of my fucking work?”

“For someone who’s so busy, you sure talk a lot. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah, I sure love having my money stolen,” he rolled his eyes.

But he was right. Sure, Yoongi now had a personal vendetta against the guy and wanted to piss him off just as much as the man had pissed him off. Sure, he wanted to hear the man ripping his hair out for trying to get the better of him just because the shitty website he used sold his data to the highest bidder. It wasn't his fault the specific brand of cassette player he needed for one of his experiments was completely out of commission and impossible to find, save for one fifty-something old man on that vintage marketplace.

It was, however, completely this Jung guy's fault for getting him riled up and ready to fire.

And he seemed just as riled up, though. It was exactly what Yoongi wanted.

“Oh, your money, of course," he replied just as sarcastically as Yoongi. "I haven’t mentioned your car insurance in quite a while, have I? Would you like me to go back? We have many services you can choose from, but we suggest the premium package.”

Yoongi grinned to himself.

“How fascinating," he mocked. "I gather it costs two million Won?”

“Wow! I see you’re already familiar with the wonderful services our company offers! I love a man who comes prepared…”

Yoongi bit his lip, trying to contain his smile. He hated to admit it but the guy was a lot of fun.

“I’m sure you do, Mr. Scammer.”

He was quiet for a second. Then-

“Has anyone ever told you you sound like a car purring?”

Yoongi stilled, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He tried to sound aloof when he replied, but his voice wavered at the end.

“Not you too…”

“Not me what?”

“I get the cat thing often,” he mumbled, tracing the inseam of his jeans as though the strange man over the phone wasn't seeing right through him.

“People call you a cat?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well," he laughed. "You sure are feisty like one.”

“Bite me.” He rolled his eyes. And the stranger chuckled again, more muted and seductive.

“Maybe I will.”

Yoongi sat up a little straighter, face going red.

“Excuse me?”

“Too much?” The edge in his voice was then subdued, kinder and more patient. Yoongi licked his lips and considered the absurd, albeit not unwelcome situation. He hated to admit it, but the stranger was affecting him. There was no doubt about it. Be it the tone of his honey voice or the cocky confidence of someone who knew how to unravel another man with practised ease, it made Yoongi melt little by little. Which frustrated him, quite frankly. It should not be possible for someone so infuriating to be capable of making him blush so deeply.

Too much? the question echoed between his ears, laid back but careful. It wasn't too much, not at all. If anything he wanted more.

So he followed his instincts and let the man continue.

“... What do you want.”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know what you look like, but you sound hot. I’d definitely take a bite out of you.”

Yoongi felt his stomach flutter. He ran a hand through his hair nervously. You sound hot? Could the man hear how ridiculous he sounded?

“You’d go that far for someone from their voice alone? A little pathetic don’t you think?” Posturing was all Yoongi could do to save face after so openly allowing the man to continue his antics.

“You say it’s pathetic but you’re thinking it’s actually kinda charming,” he smiled through the receiver.

“Don’t you have other people to scam?" Yoongi pushed. "Isn't that what you're getting paid to do? Because you're definitely not getting paid to hit on people, that's for sure.”

The man sighed dramatically.

“Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that’s why I fuck pretty twinks on company time. Isn’t that how the saying goes?”

Yoongi's jaw was slack as he digested those words, at the way he turned the slogan into something so raunchy and uncomfortably close to the truth.

“You’re so brave, Mr. Scammer," he kept pestering despite the spark growing between them. "Is that the best line you and your scammer co-workers could come up with for your union?”

“Nah, this is all me. Wanna hear more?”

Yoongi closed his eyes and imagined for a brief moment the man was speaking close to him, against his ear. The way his voice was so warm, the way it rasped when he was playful, the way it would slide from high to low in an instant. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“I’d really rather not, for my own sanity.”

He hummed.

“Your claws are really sharp, Min.”

He clenched his fist, feeling his blunt nails raking over his skin.

“I get that often, too.”

“Oh, you do?" There was a mean edge to the man's voice. God, he loved a mean man. "For you to be so pissy I can’t imagine you getting much action lately.”

Yoongi tutted. 

“You some kind of expert on how much dick pretty twinks get?”

“Just a lucky guess.”

The smile in his voice was so sexy, made Yoongi want him so badly.

So he decided to open the proverbial door just a tad, in hopes the man would continue until he saw stars.

“Tragically you are lucky indeed, Mr. Scammer,” he pouted as he admitted.

“I did give you my name, you know?" He said softly once more. "You can use it.”

“Oh, you actually gave me your real name? And you criticise me for putting my phone number into a shady website, Jung.”

“It’s technically a real company, Min," he kept smiling, unaffected by his taunting. "I have to give you my real name.”

“Technically," Yoongi scoffed. "You lecture me over my online safety practice but you work on the frontlines for a company getting sued for fraud." Then, more sardonically, "crazy how it’s still running at this very moment. You'd swear they'd be trying to cover their tracks.”

The man laughed.

“Crazier than the way you keep dodging me?”

Yoongi bit his lip, smile spreading too wide, cheeks burning too red.

“Absolutely, Jung.”

“Sure sounds nice coming from those lips.”

Yoongi imagined the stranger – Jung – lazing back in his desk chair with a lazy smile on his lips, legs spread just enough for them to look supple and mouth-watering. He imagined him resting his palm on his stomach, then running it slowly down to his crotch. He imagined the edges of his lips curling up at Yoongi voicing out his name in his deep baritone. The run-around was enticing, making his heart race.

He'd think the fact Jung was a complete stranger, someone he didn't even know the appearance of, would be enough of a reason for him to be put off by their predicament. But if he thought hard enough, he could see the faults in his rationale. Sure, he didn't know what Jung looked like, but they knew more about each other than his one night stands ever did. And he had a better grasp on Jung's spunky attitude than he did of any person he'd made out with at the club.

Not to mention the fact Jung was on the job. That only made it hotter.

“What do you want,” Yoongi asked once more. No more playing. He wanted to hear it from Jung's mouth.

“What do you look like?” Jung retorted instead.

Yoongi didn't know what to say at first. Where could he even begin?

“Hum... Black hair?" He tried. Jung hummed, guiding him to continue.

"It's a little overgrown, covers my eyes. Thinking of letting it grow out like those movie stars in the west.”

It felt a little vulnerable, saying something so menial to a stranger who wanted him, something he'd only conversationally mention to his friends over take-out dinner after one of them asked why he let it fall over his vision.

Jung didn't hesitate.

“I bet you’d look real pretty. And already do.”

It couldn't be true, because Jung didn't know him, but it made Yoongi blush just the same. He tried deflecting with a laugh.

“Sure.”

“What else?” He asked curiously. Yoongi looked down to himself, trying to find something to describe.

“Dark eyes, I guess. Dark brown. And my skin’s pretty pale, too, since I don’t really leave the house or my studio much.”

He sounded small to his own ears, the embarrassment getting the better of him, but making him smile regardless.

“Studio?” He seemed to have perked up.

“Yeah, I make music.”

“Oh, that’s awesome. I dance.”

Yoongi grinned.

“Really? What type?”

“Hip hop. Street dance.”

“Shit. Me too,” he said enthusiastically. “Music wise, I mean.”

The excitement in both their voices was palpable, Yoongi's chest swelling at their mutual closeness with a subject so personal to him. 

“We have a lot in common,” Jung mused.

Yoongi couldn't agree more as he tried and failed to calm the fluttering of his heart.

“Your turn,” he changed the subject, placing the spotlight on his flirty counterpart. “What do you look like? Aside from probably being ripped from b-boying.”

Jung laughed.

“I’m not ripped.”

Yoongi hummed, unconvinced.

“Sounds like something someone ripped would say.”

Still giggling, Jung continued.

“Anyways- I dyed my hair a medium brown recently. I think it looks pretty nice. Compliments my skin, I've been told.”

Yoongi couldn't deny how appetising that sounded.

“Tan? You sound like you’re out a lot.”

“You bet.”

“They make you do laps around campus like in highschool?”

“Pff. Hell no. I’m not in college for dance anyways.”

“Oh, what for, then.”

“Physiotherapy.”

Yoongi frowned, but it made a lot more sense. A dancer studying physiotherapy who worked at a scam company, the only place that would likely hire him. Heck, it was probably the only place with a flexible schedule.

“That’s really cool.”

Jung sighed.

“It’s for my parents more than myself, but I made sure I picked something useful for my dancing.”

He sounded tense, like the subject stressed him. Yoongi couldn't blame him - he knew that pressure first-hand.

Perhaps he should lighten the mood.

“Hmm. Sounds like you should be using company time to study, then. Medicine is no joke.”

Would he find it amusing? Or was it too sensitive of a subject, Yoongi wondered.

The lighthearted chuckle on the other end of the receiver made him smile in relief.

“You sure love bringing back comments about my dick, Min," he teased. "Just say the word.”

His heart raced.

“What word?”

“Say you want it," he stated. It wasn't the playful and excited tone it was mere moments ago. No, it was darker again, more promising, more dangerous and inviting. "I promise I’ll be nice... If you want me to.”

“You think you’re hot shit, huh?” Yoongi couldn't help but provoke despite the thrill that ran up his spine.

“You like it?” It was almost rhetorical, spoken with a grin that Yoongi mimicked.

“What do you think, Jung?”

"...You want to know what I think?"

Electricity sparked through his limbs, his core. The question was so honest in what it was, what it promised to become. Yoongi was in it now, and he knew it. And God, it was embarrassing how simple words and a teasing tone could affect him.

"I do," he took the bait, bracing himself for the words Jung had in store for him.

He made a little sound of approval over the phone and then proceeded.

“I think you’re a brat. I think you like riling guys up and frustrating them until they crack and fuck their frustration out on you senselessly. I think you pretend to be uninterested because you’re shy and feel the need to act tough to cover it up. I think you want someone to see through it and reach out, to push you until you admit how desperate you are to get fucked." 

Then, like he hadn't just dismantled him completely and left him bare, he asked with feigned innocence.

"Did I get that all right, Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi shivered at the words, felt his cock swell at the raw, unfiltered way Jung delivered his eerily accurate dissection of how he behaved with men he wanted. He felt naked, so exposed and god, if it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever been told.

His ears burnt, his heart hammered against his ribcage and the throbbing between his legs had grown with every word that had been uttered. His thighs quivered from the way his growing arousal sent sparks that radiated throughout his limbs and the hand he'd left on his thigh travelled slowly up. His fingers grazed bleached denim until he felt the tough sewn fabric over his crotch. He pressed down to alleviate some pressure, hearing the way that sweet, devilish voice took him apart in a tone so mean, yet so comforting.

Did I get that all right, Min Yoongi?

"Y-yeah." He breathed, a little too vulnerable.

Jung chuckled.

“You’re already touching yourself?”

Shit.

“Maybe," he replied bashfully. His hand rubbed over himself again and he felt his toes curl at the sensation. It almost felt like an act of defiance, like he wasn't supposed to touch himself until he was given permission. But perhaps that was merely the type of power Jung had over people.

“Are you sitting right now?" He asked calmly, smiling as though he didn't have Yoongi under the palm of his hand. "At a desk?"

“Y-yes," He looked to the side. "I have a sofa, though.”

Jung laughed.

“Fancy. That’s good. Lie down on the sofa for me, if you can?”

It was framed as a question, allowing Yoongi as much leeway as he needed for his comfort. It was endearing.

He stood up and quietly cursed as he quickly adjusted the uncomfortable, tight state of the front of his jeans. He took off his slides, set his pillows against the arm rest and got himself comfortable.

“Okay. I’m lying down,” he spoke up.

Jung was quick to respond.

“Take your pants off.”

“Completely?”

“Yes.”

He unbuttoned and zipped down, breath faltering as it dragged over the sensitive, swollen flesh of his dick. Then, he lifted his butt off the couch and dragged his pants off his legs, together with his briefs. He dropped the items on the floor and looked down at his own state of undress.

He wore a black hoodie with minimalistic red text over the front, a few sizes too large so it covered the tops of his legs. It contrasted starkly against his pale, flushed thighs, and especially with his quickly hardening cock.

“Done,” he announced with anticipation.

“What’s your cock like? Pretty like the rest of you?”

Yoongi flushed further, huffing in disbelief.

“You don’t know if I’m pretty.”

“I’m sure you are,” he replied confidently. Yoongi didn't know if it was frustrating or captivating. Probably both.

“Sure… My cock’s normal I guess," he offered. "A little on the shorter side, maybe? It’s a bit thick though, I think…”

Jung chuckled.

“You think?”

Yoongi frowned, feeling embarrassed.

“S-shut up.”

“Don’t worry, it’s cute," he said with a wide grin. It was driving Yoongi crazy how he could hear it so clearly and yet couldn't catch a glimpse of it. He was a sucker for a nice smile, especially when attached to someone as magnetic as Jung.

"I wish I could suck you off," the man continued. "Wish I could feel your thighs tremble under my hands.”

“Too bad,” Yoongi said in an act of rebellion. He couldn't help it, it was too easy.

Jung clicked his tongue.

“Be careful…”

His tone had gotten darker again, sharp and ready to fire.

Yoongi pressed his thighs together, gently squeezed the pink head of his cock.

“Oh yeah? Or what.”

He heard Jung exhale.

“I’ll shove my cock down your throat and keep it there until you can’t breathe.”

Yoongi bucked into his own fist unconsciously and gasped. The thought was so dizzying, as was the build-up. He truly wanted nothing more than this stranger's cock in his mouth as he held onto his hair tightly and made Yoongi take all of him. All because he misbehaved. He deserved it.

“Fuck,” he whined, easing his grip on his dick and feeling precum dribble onto his fingers.

“Touch yourself slowly," Jung assured, contrasting his previous bite. "Don’t rush.”

“What about you?” He asked a little too eagerly.

“I’m doing the same.” Yoongi wished he could see it. He thought of this stranger with golden skin stroking his cock languidly, athletic body making his stomach and thighs slim and wiry. He wondered how Jung imagined him, too. Did he picture his overgrown dark hair fanning over his eyes messily? Did he picture his pale fingers wrapped around dark pink flesh? Could he guess his cherry lips were pretty and parted as his breathing stuttered with every stroke?

“What are you gonna do to me?” He almost pleaded.

“I want you to finger yourself a bit," Jung instructed. "Want you to feel a little full, pretend it’s me. That okay, Min?”

Yoongi shook his head despite nobody being there to see it.

“Yoongi. Call me Yoongi. Please.”

“Okay Yoongi." He bit his lip. It sounded so good coming from those lips. "I want you to wet your fingers real good. Use as many as you usually do.”

“How would you know if I did this to myself often?”

He couldn't help but smile to himself as he bent his knees and lathered his fingers in saliva.

“You don’t?” The question was genuine, confusion etched clearly in his voice. It made Yoongi giggle.

“I have toys to do it for me," he explained, the pad of his middle finger circling his entrance. "Better angle.”

“Naughty,” Jung said playfully.

“More like resourceful.”

And with that, Yoongi plunged in, body accepting the intrusion easily. He thrust it in and out gently, acclimatising himself to the sensation before adding his ring finger as well.

Meanwhile, Jung hummed to himself, considering what Yoongi had said.

“How big are the things you fuck yourself with?”

“Big enough,” he said confidently, albeit a bit strained. He thrust both fingers eagerly, quicker, loving the way his sensitive hole fluttered around his digits. Still, the angle wasn't the best, and Yoongi wished the other was there to do a better job of reaching that lovely spot in his body.

“Not ambitious?" Jung teased. "What if I’m bigger than the stuff you have at home?”

“Cocky bastard,” he bit back, as if it didn't turn him on further.

“You have quite a mouth on you.”

“Too bad you’re not here to keep it busy.”

“Shit," he gritted out, just as strained as Yoongi was. "You can go faster, baby.”

He obeyed, fisting his cock once more and shoving his fingers faster into himself.

“Aah- Shit.”

“Are you thinking about my fingers in you?" Jung asked, a little out of breath. "I could fill you up nicely. They’re pretty slim but they could still fill you up and stretch you nice and good. Can reach where you might be struggling to right now.”

As his hole stretched around his fingers, cock sensitive and leaking, Yoongi whined. He pictured Jung's faceless body between his open legs, fingerfucking him until he was open and wet and ready for him. He'd curl his fingers deep inside of him and make him see stars until he was left shivering on the couch. He didn't care if they weren't as thick as his own, that really didn't matter, but it was a great visual to add into his mental folder.

“Pretty fingers are good too,” he sighed, breath growing heavier as his pleasure escalated.

“Hm. Glad to know. My cock’s fuller though. Might hurt a little bit going in if I don’t prep you well enough.”

Yoongi's head was swimming, hips stuttering into his fist once more. He sounded so reassuring and kind, but he was a menace, purposefully riling him up. Jung understood just exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and was teasingly dropping those breadcrumbs in front of him.

He wanted the man in him right then, splitting him in half in the cock he promised to give. He didn't care if he was playing it up for the fantasy, anything would make him feel good and full compared to his own fingers in his lonely studio.

“Hurting can be good too," he said, voice small and needy. "Just a little is good.”

“Yeah? Want me to stuff you until you’re at your limit?”

Yoongi wanted to know what he was feeling, how close to climaxing he was, how affected by Yoongi he was. His voice was growing raspy and airy, exerted from his effort. Yoongi moaned, wishing the proposition to be true, picturing it as he fucked himself.

“Please, Jung,” he whined, heat pooling low in his gut as his climax neared.

“Hoseok,” the man offered. "My name is Hoseok."

Yoongi didn't think twice.

“Please, Hoseok. I want you so bad...”

“You beg so nicely... Do you also get on your knees or would I have to push you a little?”

“Push," he groaned, tightening his fist around his cock. "I bite.”

Hoseok laughed lightheartedly.

“Hopefully not there.”

“N-no!" Yoongi stammered. "No, I just meant-”

“I know, I know, it’s okay," he reassured gently. "Would you like me to bite you too? For real though?”

“Hng- yeah. I love it.”

“Bet you taste so good. Neck, shoulders, even your thighs.”

Yoongi was growing incoherent the closer and closer he reached his orgasm. Hoseok's words were striking him deep, as did his own fingers working their way in his body. The picture of the dancer between his legs grew more vivid as he imagined him leaning down and tasting his skin. It set a flame alight in his body, moans filling up the room.

“Yes, please. God, so good...”

“You like how it hurts?" He mocked. "I’m sensing a pattern.”

“Please, Hoseok…”

“I wish I could," he pressed. "I’d make it so obvious you were with someone. Mark you all purple and red. Would make you feel so good, just the way you want it.”

He hastened his pace, treading right on the edge with his jaw hanging open.

“Hoseok, I’m, I’m-”

“Go ahead, cum for me," Hoseok told him, breathing heavily and struggling to keep his voice even. "Cum around my cock. You feel so good around me too, Yoongi...”

He came with a gasp, shuddering violently as cum spurted all over the pale skin of his thighs.

On the other end of the receiver, he heard Hoseok grunt an expletive under his breath before moaning long and drawn-out, no doubt imagining he was deep in Yoongi's tight body. And Yoongi kept pumping his cock with a loose fist as he heard him climax, eyes closed, picturing Hoseok over him, bodies close as he groaned in Yoongi's ear. The remaining bits of cum dripped down his hand before it came to a stop, but he barely paid it any mind. He was panting, as was Hoseok over the phone, both quiet as they caught their breath.

“Wow,” Yoongi broke the silence, limbs feeling like jelly.

“Yeah,” Hoseok agreed, a winded little laugh mingling with his words.

“Hoseok.”

“Yoongi.”

They tasted each other's name on their tongue.

“You do this with all your unsuspecting customers?”

Hoseok snickered.

“My elderly gullible customers? No thanks.”

Yoongi pressed his lips in a pout.

“Maybe you do, though. I'll have you know my friends call me grandpa to clown on me.”

“So I fucked both a cat and a grandpa?" He feigned shock. Yoongi rolled his eyes. "A grandpa cat? How crazy is that?”

“You’re so silly.”

“You haven’t hung up though.”

He fought back a smile.

“I almost did. So many times.”

“And yet here we are. My killer charm never fails me.”

“Look at that, the urge to hang up has returned! Funny how that works.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

Hoseok laughed brightly. Yoongi wanted more of it.

“I really do," he admitted. "So, Yoongi, wanna give your phone number to another unreliable source?”

He laughed, forearm coming up to cover his eyes in disbelief. At the man he spoke to. At the situation he was in.

Still, the answer was as obvious as it was easy to confess.

“Maybe I do.”

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