#sope endgame i'm calling it now

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the tannies' 7-tattoos! namjin + maknae-line + sope!!!

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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.

TBC

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