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itsgottabeyoo-ngs · 4 years ago

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Saturday Morning Sunshine (M)

Jung Hoseok Oneshot

••☾ Author: @itsgottabeyoo-ngs

••☾Summary: Early mornings weren’t normally this fun. You found yourself thanking the heavens for his 6 am dance practices, if they meant you got to be on the receiving end of the expert control he had of his hips and his never-faltering stamina. ~Morning sex with sleepy, mischievous, Hobi~

••☾ Pairing(s): J-hope-Jung Hoseok/Reader

••☾ Word Count: 3.27k

••☾ Rating: 18+

••☾ A.N: A very special thank you to @pinknamjoon for beta-ing this for me, your thoughts and suggestions are so valuable to me (as are you hehe)! 💕

Happy early birthday to one of my babes, @junghoseokit, I hope this is as enjoyable for you to read as it was for me to write 😍

Thank you as always to my other loves, @dariangarcia and @ilikemesometaetaes, without you, I'd have little inspo and a lot more stress. I love you all so much, thank you for all your support and kindness. 💜☺️💜

••☾ Tags: Smut | Established Relationship!au | J-hope/Jung Hoseok!au | Lazy Morning!au | PWP

••☾ Warnings: unprotected sex, light breathplay, light overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fluff (it’s hobi how could i not), soft dom hoseok, fingering

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The sun danced across the room lazily, rays peeking through the blinds and finding their way onto the light grey sheets. Hobi stirred in bed, moving enough to wake you from your slumber.

Eyes still adjusting to the lighting coming through the window, you reached over him carefully to grab your phone and check the time.

7:34

It was still early for this particular Saturday morning. Normally, he’d have to be out of bed by six am for dance practice. However, today was one of their rare days off, and the two of you had planned on staying in and having a lazy day together-something that neither of you often got to do.

You stretched your legs and yawned as you set your phone next to you in bed, moving back under the covers and sinking back into the little spoon position, his arm naturally draping over you and pulling you in closer by your waist.

You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply, content and warm in his embrace. You shuddered involuntarily as his fingers fell onto your chest and grazed your nipple through your silk sleep dress.

You turned and threw your head back to see if he was awake, expecting to find him with a smirk plastered all over his face. Instead, you were met with eyes gently closed under wisps of light brown hair and plush lips parted, letting small breaths slip through as you watched with a smile on your face.

You settled back into your spot and closed your eyes again, planning on sleeping for another hour- or two.

Just as your thoughts began to wander and you felt yourself sinking heavier into dreamland, you were brought back to reality with a warm tickling sensation on the back of your neck.

“Hobi,” you whined, turning onto your back to look at him.

“Hmm,” He hummed in response, eyes still closed, his breaths coming out just as slowly and heavily as before.

He must still be asleep. You thought to yourself, watching his chest rise and fall at a steady pace.

Just as you were about to turn around and try falling asleep again, his hand found your waist again and pulled you back flush against him. He let out a low hum of satisfaction into your neck, you couldn’t help but shudder as the vibrations travelled through your body.

“Mmmm,” Hobi breathed into your shoulder, placing light kisses onto your exposed skin, “you’re so warm.”

You melted into his touch, pressing back and trying to make as much contact with him as possible, wanting to feel his warmth envelop you as well, but instead feeling a very prominent erection that couldn’t have just formed over the last minute.

“I knew you weren’t sleeping, you little trickster. Trying to seduce me and feign innocence,” You quipped, a sly smile forming over your lips as you spoke.

He let out a defeated sigh and chuckled, “Ah, so you figured out my evil plan all too early.”

God, how you loved his morning voice, deep and groggy, with a hint of mischief.

“So, does that mean it failed?” He asked innocently, pressing himself against you and tightening his hold on your waist.

“Failure would imply that I’m not equally affected, would it not?” You mused, wanting to tease him as he had teased you.

“So,” Hobi started, stopping his light as feather kisses on your skin and dragging his hand up your side, exposing your skin, “what you’re saying is, all it takes from me is a simple touch here or there,” He cupped your breast for a second before slowly dragging his hand up to your neck, “a light tickle behind your ear,” His hand pulled your neck closer to his mouth as he whispered the next part into your ear, “and you’re already dripping for me?” He ended his question with a nibble on your earlobe, making you shakily let out a breath you had been holding.

“Is what I’ve understood correct?” He purred into your ear. You felt yourself sinking into his touch, all cheeky remarks you had ready suddenly turned to mush as you struggled to form a response. You hadn’t expected him to turn it over on you so quickly.

“I’m going to need an answer, kitten, or I’ll just have to find out for myself.” You let out a small whimper at his words, unable to contain it, taken aback by his brazen words and actions. You felt a pool of warmth spreading between your legs as he moved his hand up and tightened his grip on your jaw ever so slightly, turning your face to meet his.

“What’ll it be?” His tone was rough, but his eyes were soft and lidded with the same sleepiness his voice couldn’t shake.

“Yes,” you managed to squeak out.

“Hmmm,” He considered your response, “Not as convincing as I’d like it to be. I think I’ll just have to investigate myself.” He said as he threw the light sheet in the air to slink farther down the bed, resting his hands on your thighs and laying his head on your lower stomach.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you looked down at him nuzzling against your skin, pretending to fall asleep again as the sheet fell gently back over him, leaving only his face visible.

“Shhh,” Hobi brought his left hand up to grab on to your hand resting beside you, “I’m trying to sleep, I just got this amazing, new pillow. It's so comfy.” He nuzzled his head lower, and you instinctively squeezed your thighs together at the sudden contact.

You felt him smile before you saw it, “Someone’s sensitive this morning,” He teased as he started tracing circles around the most sensitive parts of your inner thighs.

A whimper was dragged from your throat as you finally felt fingers where you needed them most, slipping under your sheer nightgown to rub gently, teasingly at your clit.

“No underwear, baby?” He questioned, obviously pleased with his discovery, “What a naughty girl.” Your thighs tensed against his chest, wanting to move so badly, but you couldn’t, not pinned under his weight like this.

“Please Hobi,” you whined, unable to take his teasing any longer, “Please.”

“You’re so polite in the morning kitten, I suppose I should give you what you want, huh?” He asked lazily, taking his fingers off your clit and moving down to collect some of your wetness from your folds, running his hand through them and placing light kisses on your thigh.

The feeling of his fingers finally entering you was unparalleled, the intrusion unyielding as your body moved on its own, hips rocking to meet him in time with his gentle thrusts. He started slowly, crooking them up inside you, rubbing at the spot that he knew made you tremble and focusing his attention there. You cried out and writhed, body twisting every way as he skillfully drew out your pleasure from you.

Seeing the effect his fingers had on you, he began to speed up and you couldn’t help but shiver, feeling your high approaching quickly, flooding your body with heat. “I-I’m close,” you breathed out, eyes shutting tight in pleasure as you continued to chase your high.

“Now tell me,” He purred, as he removed his fingers from inside of you, “Why would I have you cum on my fingers when I could have you cum around my cock instead?”

He sat up, pulling the sheet down, and bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking and licking off your arousal without a single ounce of shame on his face, grinning down at you, taking note of how your eyes remained fixed on his fingers.

You moaned at the sight, shaken by his sudden change in demeanour from when he had started to tease you, even his comments becoming bolder and more authoritative.

“Now be a good girl and ride me, won’t you?” He asked sweetly, laying down next to you and pulling your face to his for a deep and sensual kiss. If you hadn’t heard his words correctly, you would have thought he was just asking for a simple favour, his tone of voice so chipper and innocent, but his actions proved otherwise as he pulled your leg over him so you were straddling him.

You broke away from the kiss and sat upright, putting your hands on his chest as you worked your hips down further until your entrance was right on top of his hardened cock.

You slowly moved your hips to grind against him, earning a moan as he threw his head back and reached his hands out to grip your ass tightly.

You shimmied out of his grip and pulled your nightdress off with ease, throwing it to the other side of the room as you looked back down to his face, fully taking control of the situation--or so you thought.

He looked up at you with a lustful gaze, all hints of playfulness gone-now replaced with calculated passion.

He brought his hand up, grabbing at your breast harshly, massaging the flesh, and taking your nipple between the pads of his fingers and working it to a hard point. Humming as if pleased at how quickly your body reacted to his touch, he moved on to the other one, repeating the same motions and earning a stream of quiet mewls from you, unable to hold them in. He used his other hand to grip your ass and keep you from squirming, though with only one hand it didn’t stop you much.

You couldn’t control your movements as you sunk onto him, grinding your hips against him again, feeling the head of his cock tease your entrance. You watched him with lidded eyes as he stared up at you, eyes glazed over in sleepiness and passion. Just when you thought you’d be setting the pace, his attention snaps back and his eyes darkened once more.

“Fuck-” You let slip out. With a grunt of effort, he let go of your breast and grabbed at your hips to lift you up while slotting himself against your folds and pushing himself inside.

“Baby, you feel so good stretched out for me like this,” He admitted, stilling inside as you sunk down onto him, breathing heavily as you grew accustomed to his length.

When you finally got used to the feeling, you experimentally swivelled your hips in a figure-eight motion, watching as his muscles contracted at the sudden sensation. Gaining confidence, you lifted yourself up and came back down onto him, leaning forward to claw at his chest, sending shivers throughout his whole body. He hissed at the contact and lifted his hips to meet yours.

Your hips moved in tandem, each pushing closer to the pleasure that you were both so desperately chasing. Finding a rhythm that felt so natural, the both of you lost in the feeling until he finally spoke up, breaking you out of your daze.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” He watched you with eyes so intense it made you blush and falter in pace, hips stuttering as you moaned and clenched around him at his words.

You rocked your hips forward, leaning back as you continued to ride him, wanting to put on a show as you knew how much he loved watching your tits bounce from the force.

Your head fell back and your hair brushed at his thighs, the tickling sensation sending shivers throughout his body. Your breaths came out as pants, feeling him fill you up over and over again as you sank down onto him and shifted your hips back and forth.

“On your hands and knees, kitten,” He ordered, pulling you off of him and kneeling over you, his hungry gaze travelling up your body to land on your eyes-challenging you to disobey him.

You quickly obliged, turning around and letting him push into you, not needing time to adjust as you were already stretched out for him. With a satisfied growl, his hands reached out and found your shoulders, fingers digging in and using them to jerk you back onto his cock with every powerful thrust.

He continued with his relentless pace, forcing your arms to buckle and your front half to fall forward onto the bed. Instead of stopping, Hoseok grabbed your waist instead, the new angle and his lack of concern of your falling over made you let out a loud moan.

As he continued to pound into you, you found yourself thanking the heavens for his 6 am dance practices, if they meant you got to be on the receiving end of the expert control he had of his hips and his never-faltering stamina.

Just when you felt your release building inside you again, he changed positions, pulling you up by your shoulders, his body engulfing yours as he leaned down and licked a solid stripe up the side of your neck. In response you clenched, shaking from the sensation of cool air on your now wet neck as he breathed out onto you. His entire body was pressing against you, trailing his hand up your side to grip your chin between his fingers he pulled your head to the side to look you in the eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight for me baby, always feels so good. How do you do it, hmm?” He questioned, nipping at your exposed throat, causing you to hum in response, unable to keep yourself up with your own strength, relying completely on his grip to keep you upright.

Noticing your stance faltering, he brought one hand down to grab your hips, and the other wrapped loosely around the base of your neck, keeping you from falling forward.

You found yourself babbling unintelligibly, “more, please more, need more, don’t stop.” He laughed at this, releasing his grip from your waist and reaching around to trace the outside of your throbbing clit.

You couldn’t stop the harsh and strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth as you arched your back and gave in to the delicious stimulation of his fingers on your clit as he fucked into you hard, his hand still holding you up by your throat.

Pushing your hips back to meet each of his hungry thrusts, feeling him slipping even deeper inside you with every one, you felt yourself becoming undone, not knowing how much longer you could hold on. As if he could hear your thoughts, he leaned back down and nibbled at the back of your neck, a rumbling sound in his chest forming as he started to talk.

“Cum for me. Now, kitten.” He growled into your ear, squeezing the sides of your throat, gently enough not to hurt, but enough for the pressure and lack of blood to make you dizzy.

At those words, you felt your release bubble up at a blinding rate. The familiar coil in your belly warning you that you wouldn’t be holding anything back this time. It travelled through your toes all the way to the top of your head, eyes rolling back as your words escaped you, only able to let out small contented moans as it worked through you. The orgasm was powerful enough to leave you shuddering on the bed before going fully slack, drained, and slumping over, ass barely propped up enough for Hoseok to continue seeking his own release.

Warm tingles settled in your fingers, toes and chest in the aftermath as he continued to fuck you through it, not taking long himself to spill inside you, cumming with a low groan, collapsing on to you and holding you close to him, chest heaving as his breaths came out in pants.

He stayed pressed up against you burying his face into the back of your head as he collected himself. The both of you stayed like this for some time, your breaths matching each other with a heavy rise and fall of your chests.

You felt his weight shift off of you as he picked himself off of your back, breaking the comfortable silence with a sudden moan as your walls clenched around him, pulling back slowly and watching as his cum trickled down the inside of your thighs.

You tried to shut them together, the feeling of it running out of you making you self-conscious. Noticing that you were getting shy and trying to hide it, he quickly flipped you over and grabbed your thighs, spreading them open.

Before you could react or ask what he was doing, his mouth latched onto you, his tongue darting into your folds, collecting the hot liquid that was trickling out. After concentrating on gathering what he could from inside you, he lifted his head and licked down your thighs, cleaning up the mess you had made.

Your head felt light and dizzy, giving in to the feeling, still reeling from your intense orgasm just minutes before. Not able to form coherent words, you let out soft moans and quiet yelps when he targeted your overly sensitive clit.

Your legs were shaking, both from the pleasure and the overstimulation as he continued to lap up your juices mixed with his cum, the lewd sounds he made as he swirled his tongue around your clit, dipping down to lick a thick stripe from the bottom back up and flattening his tongue to cover you completely.

“Hobi,” You managed, hands buried in his hair and twisting his dark locks between your fingers-both pushing and pulling him away simultaneously, seeking more yet unable to handle it.

Lifting his head up he looked up at you, his face glistening with your arousal, “You taste so good with my cum inside you, kitten. I could eat you out for days.” He dove back into you, making it a point to moan deeply, sending the vibrations coursing through your body.

Without warning, a second orgasm ripped through you, making your gip on his hair tighten, causing him to moan into you once again. The added sensation of his moan causing you to buck wildly into him. He grabbed your hips and pushed them down onto the bed, not letting his tongue leave your entrance, greedily devouring everything you had left to give.

As you calmed down and came back to your senses, he lifted his head and released you from his strong grip. He made a point of licking his lips and stretching, letting an exaggerated yawn slip past his lips.

Finally satisfied with his work, he reclaimed his side of the bed, huffing as his body settled back into the mattress a shit-eating grin plastered on his face and he watched you gather the covers and bring them over your naked forms.

“Mmm,” he breathed out, pulling you onto his chest and placing light kisses at the top of your head, “I love you so much, y/n.”

You smiled and nuzzled your head up against him, wanting to be as close to him as possible, craving his touch, a different kind from just moments ago, but still as intoxicating.

“I love you too, Hobi,” You admitted bashfully, your mind still in a haze from your second unexpected orgasm, focusing on your breathing and listening to his racing heartbeat as you made yourself comfortable in his hold.

You looked over at the clock once more, the morning rays now lighting up all corners of the room leaving nothing in the shadows.

9:07

Maybe one more hour of sleep. You thought to yourself as you slowly drifted off to sleep, warm and content in the arms of the man you loved.

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Greetings, I’ve had this idea at the back of my mind for quite some time now. I finally got around to writing it, I hope you enjoy!

Comments or feedback greatly appreciated, this is my first oneshot release ☺️💜

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d-1mple · 7 years ago

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yearn i (m)

in which you are reunited with an old college friend and introduced to his very intriguing roommate.

pairing: Yoongi x reader x Hoseok word count: 3.27k genre: smut, future angst warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol use a/n: i’ve had this idea in my head forever and i thought i’d finally turn it into coherent sentences and post it. this is not a threesome btw!

“Alone this time?” The bartender asked.

You nodded. “Yup. Nayeon’s busy tonight.”

Taking another sip of the drink you’d ordered, you sighed at the instant relief it gave you from all the weight on your chest.

After another stressful week at work, the club looked like a good place to spend your Friday night, so that’s what you did. Between dealing with incompetent interns who you simply smiled at the whole week, and a giant pile of paperwork you finally finished after multiple all-nighters, you thought you deserved at least a few drinks. Who knows, maybe you’d also pick up someone to distract you for the night. But for now, the drinks were enough. You didn’t mind being alone for a bit.

“____?”

You whipped your head around to locate the owner of the voice. Your eyes were met with the sight of two men squeezing their way passed all the sweaty bodies. One had dark brown hair and was smiling brightly while the other had grapefruit pink hair and held a blank expression. You had to admit, pink was an odd colour of hair to have but it intrigued you nonetheless.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s actually you!” The brown haired male spoke again.

His face seemed familiar but it took you a moment to place him.

“Hobi?” You tested the nae.

He slapped you playfully on the back, his smile never leaving his face. “For a minute there, I thought you forgot me!” He said before laughing playfully.

You couldn’t help but laugh too. His happiness was contagious and you found your mood being lifted by simply being in his presence.

You smiled softly at him. “I could never forget you.”

Suddenly, his face struck up in realization, as if he’d forgotten something. Hoseok gestured to the pink haired boy, who had been standing there awkwardly while the two of you had your reunion. “This is Yoongi, my roommate. Yoongi, this is Y/N.”

Yoongi nodded and held out his hand for you to shake which you returned. “How do you two know each other?” He asked.

“We were friends in college.” You said before Hoseok could say anything. He seemed a bit dejected after you spoke.

Hoseok took a seat at the bar to the left of you and Yoongi took a seat beside him. The silence that settled between the three of you became slightly awkward. Both of them ordered drinks and sipped on them in silence, the only sound being the usual clatter of the club.

“So, what’re you up to now? Did you ever get to your dream job?” Hoseok asked you.

“Of course not.” You chuckled. The younger version of yourself Hoseok knew had so many aspirations that just weren’t realistic. But hey, at least your current job paid well. “What about you, Hobi?”

“I teach dance.” He said before taking another sip. “Not too extravagant but still good. I like it.”

You almost felt jealous of him. He ended up doing exactly what he wanted to do. Those feelings soon subsided, though, and you found yourself happy for him.

“That’s great.” You said as you took a sip of your drink.

Hoseok nodded. “Yeah, I really enjoy it.”

The two of them ordered a few more drink while speaking with you. Well, mainly Hoseok did the talking. Yoongi, for the most part, was silent. Yet despite this, you still found yourself so interested in him. There was something about his aura that intrigued you so much.

“How did the two of you meet?” You asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Hobi choreographed a song I produced.” Yoongi spoke up finally.

You were a bit confused at his statement, so Hoseok elaborated.

“The company he works for has a dance studio in their building where all their artists practice. I was choreographing for one of them and I ran into Yoongi in the hallway when I was look for the bathroom.” He finished with a laugh.

They both had such contrasting personalities. It surprised you that they got along well enough to be friends, let alone roommates.

“I should head home, I have work early tomorrow.” Hoseok said as finished off his drink. He rose from his seat and gave you a smile. “I’ll see you around.”

Hoseok left the bar, leaving you and Yoongi alone with each other. The silence that settled between the two of you became a bit uncomfortable. Yoongi being a producer definitely peaked your interest, though, and you wanted to learn more about him.

You let out a breath you had been holding in and broke the silence. “So your a music producer?”

Yoongi nodded. “Yup,” He downed another shot. “Ever heard of Suran?”

You nodded. She was one of the biggest rising stars as of now.

“I produced her latest single.”

“Really?” You turned to look at him, mouth agape. The song he was speaking of was one you had on repeat for days after it’s release. The strange pink haired boy was turning out to be more interesting than you’d thought.

He nodded before downing the last of his drink. “I should head home, I guess.”

Yoongi placed some bills on the counter before standing up and walking away. Hurriedly, you grabbed a wad of bills from your wallet and placed them on the counter as well before quickly following him and grabbing his wrist to stop him from leaving. He turned around and gave you a confused look.

“Why don’t we dance?” You gestured your head in the direction of the dance floor full of sweaty, drunk people. Usually, you wouldn’t even think about dancing but you wanted a reason for him to stay.

Yoongi shrugged. “Sure.”

The two of you found a place at the least packed section of the dance floor. Your back was against his chest, and his hands found a place to rest against your hips.

Yoongi started nipping at the nape of your neck as you both swayed to the music. You shut your eyes, enjoying the moment. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you would be more than happy to spend the night with Yoongi, even if you hadn’t known him for that long.

A more intense song began playing and a lightbulb went off in your head. Yoongi’s hands were still grasping your waist, and you lightly pressed your ass against him. Yoongi paused, removing his lips from your neck and biting the inside of his cheek. Slowly, you started to hump him, and you smirked when you could feel him beginning to get hard.

His lips returned to your neck with more hunger this time, and he placed kisses up the length of your neck all the way to your ear. The more you moved against him, the more you tested his patience and self control. Yoongi bit your earlobe and hissed quietly.

He needed something more to set him off.

Had you been thinking straight, you never would’ve done this in public but you were too eager. Between the liquid courage running through your veins and the loud music vibrating in your bones, you couldn’t resist. You placed your hand behind you on his crotch and palmed him through his jeans. He growled as his the grip of his fingers on your waist tightened.

“Why don’t we head to my apartment?” Yoongi said.

You nodded without hesitation and before you knew it, you were both in an uber on your way to Yoongi’s shared apartment with Hoseok. His hand was tightly gripping your thigh as he rubbed circles with his thumb. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself composed.

After what felt like forever, the uber finally stopped in front of Yoongi’s apartment building. The two of you practically tumbled out of the car, barely managing to slur out a thank you to the driver. It wasn’t long before you were alone in the elevator, the tension increasing tenfold the moment you’d entered it. You felt as though the walls of the elevator were closing in on you. Just as you were about to reach the point of being unable to wait any longer, there was a beep signaling you arriving at Yoongi’s floor.

He led you to his apartment which was tragically at the very end of the hall, making you wait that much longer before you could finally succumb to your desires. Yoongi fished for his key card in his pocket and pulled it out, swiping it with haste. You felt relieved that he seemed to be as restless as you.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind you, he pushed your back against it and instantly pressed his lips against yours, far too hungry to wait any longer. Without hesitation, you moved your lips against his as well. Yoongi bit your bottom lip, begging for entrance which you gladly granted. His tongue slipped into your mouth and fought for dominance with yours. It was a wet, messy kiss, with needy moans and grunts into each others mouth, yet it was exactly what the both of you needed.

Yoongi’s hands found their way under your shirt and began kneading your boobs overtop of your bra. You moaned loudly, your lips never breaking contact with his. He smirked against your lips. You pulled your shirt up, only breaking contact with Yoongi to pull it over top of your head, and you tossed it aside not caring where it landed. In an instant, Yoongi’s soft lips were back on yours. Your lips moved in sync together. His hands slipped around your bare back to undo your bra, sending shivers down your spine. After your bra joined your discarded shirt on the floor, Yoongi trailed his hand down to cup your ass and lifted you, not once breaking the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

When his knees hit the couch, he dropped you down onto it and took off his own shirt before crawling on top of you. He left a trail of wet kisses down your neck and collarbone, his hands still kneading your breasts. His lips reached your chest, and he took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and nibbling as he used his fingers to toy with the other. You gasped at his cold touch and moaned out, tossing your head back.

It was like hearing your noises set off something with him. He removed his lips and hands all of a sudden and pulled on your waistband. You lifted your ass to help him removed your tights and panties, and they soon joined the growing pile of clothing next to the couch. Yoongi separated your thighs, his head situated between the two of them.

The anticipation boiled in your stomach, but it his touch never came.

“We should go to the bedroom.” He said, before getting off the couch and picking his shirt up off the ground.

You follow suit as well. “Why?” You asked as you followed him to his room.

Yoongi chuckled. “Let’s just say that Hobi doesn’t like waking up to naked people on the couch.”

You’d almost forgotten that Yoongi was roommates with Hoseok.

Once Yoongi shut the door, you plopped down onto his bed with a bounce. “Where were we?”

Yoongi smirked and walked towards the bed, pushing your shoulders so you were lying down on your back. You propped your head up to watch him as he slowly ducked down, placing open mouthed kisses on each of your thighs, alternating between left and right. The sole contact of his lips to your skin had you aching for him.

He was moving painfully slow and just as you were about to whine, he placed his lips on your core unexpectedly. You gasped in surprise, and he grasped your thighs to hold them in place. Yoongi licked a stripe up and then down your clit, painfully slowly again, but he soon quickened his pace. He lapped at your clit, licking circles and figure eights, waves of pleasure being sent up your spine. Yoongi licked a stripe with the tip of his tongue down to your entrance. He teased you, licking circles around your entrance. You let out a needy whimper, your body clenching around nothing. He finally dipped his tongue inside you, and the sensation made you toss your head back and moan loudly.

“So fucking sweet,” He muttered before continuing his actions.

Yoongi’s tongue never left contact as he let go of one of your thighs and brought his hand to your heat, his other hand still having a firm grip on your thigh. Without warning, he slipped a finger in to join his tongue, and you immediately moaned at the tension his finger created clenching around it. Yoongi shifted his mouth back up to your clit and added another digit to compensate. While using his tongue to play with your clit, he simultaneously curled his fingers and started thrusted them slightly. Your arched your back and you grasped the sheets, feeling the pleasure beginning to build up.

“Don’t stop,” You pleaded. In that moment, you didn’t care if anyone could hear you because you were completely fixated on the pleasure you were receiving.

Upon hearing your words, Yoongi increased the pace of his fingers in an instant. The lewd sound of your juices aiding his fingers filled the room and bounced off the walls. You could feel the tension in your stomach increasing by the second, the cord about to snap at any moment. Yoongi sucked hard on your clit, helping you reach your high. One particular thrust of his fingers hit a delicate spot and sent you tumbling to your end. All the tension in your stomach released abruptly, and you could feel it from your toes all the way to your fingertips, the only thing keeping you grounded being Yoongi’s stone hard grip on your thigh.

Yoongi was relentless. He continued to ravish your sweet juices, his nose buried in your stomach. His tongue toyed with your clit, prolonging your high until you started to come back down. The feeling of pleasure left your system and you let out a airy sigh before you began to shake slightly from overstimulation. You let out a whimper, yet Yoongi kept going, insistent on making you quiver. He didn’t stop until you pushed his head away, the feeling becoming too much. He crawled onto the bed beside you and smirked at you before he licked your juices off his fingers, savouring his sweet prize as you recovered.

Once you caught your breath, you looked at Yoongi and saw him palming himself through his jeans. You pulled him down for a deep, sloppy kiss and you could taste yourself on his lips. It felt satisfying to quench the thirst you had felt in the club. But even so, you still craved more.

You broke the wet kiss, your hunger being to much to suppress any longer. “Let me ride you.”

Yoongi didn’t protest. As you moved to fish through the drawers of his nightstand for a condom, he sat himself down against the headboard. You found the foil package and returned to the bed. You tugged at the waistband of his jeans and boxers and he lifted himself to allow you to pull them down together. His hard cock sprung free and slapped his abdomen, the tip soaked with precum. You reached out and pumped him a few times and he hissed at your touch.

Seeing Yoongi completely naked in front of you made your core ache; you needed him now. After putting the condom on him with haste, you didn’t waste any time situating yourself above him, knees on either side of his hips. You positioned his length below your folds and in one fluid motion, you lowered yourself on him, fully encasing him with your warmth. You let out a guttural moan, the satisfying feeling of finally having him inside you being too much to contain. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back against the headboard to savour the feeling. You didn’t peg him as someone to give up control so easily so it surprised you how much he was enjoying it.

Placed your hands on his chest to keep yourself balanced, you gradually began to roll your hips around him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you moved, letting out a deep sigh of pleasure. Having him inside you, fully sheathed, made you feel like you were on fire. It was slow and steady at first but the more you began to feel the tension building again in your stomach, the faster you moved until you were moving furiously up and down his dick. You leaned down, pressing yourself against his abdomen, putting all your weight on him. Yoongi was letting out low grunts as he brought his hands down to cup your ass, gently aiding your movements.

You found yourself breathless, clinging onto Yoongi’s body to keep yourself steady. Both of your cries of pleasure were growing more desperate. Yoongi noticed your fatigue, and suddenly gripped your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises there tomorrow. Without warning, he fiercely thrusted into you from below, wanted to reach both of your ends. The slapping sound of skin on skin was ringing in your ears along with Yoongi’s groans. If it weren’t for Yoongi’s tight grip on you, you would’ve fallen due to the strength of his thrusts. Pleasure was wracking your body more and more every moment and you arched your back, allowing Yoongi to hit your g-spot perfectly with every thrust. Despite his own approaching high and his increasingly sloppy thrusts, he still hit it every time leaving you writhing, dragging your nails across his chest.

“Fuck, I’m close,” He said before letting out a deep groan that you could feel in your bones because of the closeness.

In an attempt to reach your high, you reached your hand down between the two of you and started rubbing quick circles on your clit. You let out a obscene moan, and soon the pleasure became too much. Between Yoongi’s powerful thrusts and you playing with your clit, your release hit you like a freight train. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the waves of built up pleasure devoured you, leaving you shaking. You went limp on top of Yoongi, unable to hold yourself up due to the pure bliss running through your veins. Yoongi was still thrusting forcefully into your exhausted form allowing you to ride out your high. Slowly, the pleasure subsided and you began clenching around Yoongi, helping him reach his own high. Within seconds he came, his warm seed filling the condom as he moaned. He slowed his thrusts and eventually came to stop, breathing heavily.

The two of you laid there with him still inside you as you caught your breath. Neither of you moved, too wrapped up in the moment to even think about it. When your rapid breathing finally slowed, you gently lifted yourself off him and plopped down next to him on the bed. After Yoongi disposed of he condom, he returned to the bed with a yawn.

“Wipes are in the drawer.” He said as he turned onto his side to face the other way, sheets wrapped around his nude form.

You grabbed the wipes and cleaned yourself up a bit, feeling a bit tender around your center. Soon, you joined Yoongi in the sheets and fell asleep.

#yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #i've been a lurker on here for a while and i finally decided to post something #i spent like a month changing out themes to make it perfect #no joke #i hope you enjoy!#this series seems sorta bland at the moment but it's going to be a wild ride aha #i apologize in advance lol #mobile link to my masterlist will be up asap

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