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skswriting · 8 years ago

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pink sweater weather

Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Yoongi/Seokjin Words: 1496 Summary: Yoongi likes her pink sweater. Everyone likes Yoongi in her pink sweater. AN: This one is all about phone sex and I’m really bad at phone sex so be warned

ao3 / namjoon / hoseok / taehyung / jimin

Seokjin is very old fashioned when it comes to dating; he likes to bring Yoongi flowers and hold doors open for her and keeps his hand in the place between her shoulder blades rather than her lower back. He doesn’t ask her to get on her knees to suck him off and cooks her breakfast every morning he stays over even if she’s late and kisses her cheek more than he kisses her lips. Seokjin didn’t kiss her for a week and a half after their first date and sometimes he only links their pinkies instead of holding her hand and prefers calling to texting most of the time.

All of this is fine. Yoongi loves Seokjin with every fiber of her being, from the way he blushes when she’s a little more forward with him than he’s used to, to the way his eyes are puffy when he wakes up but the first words out of his mouth are, “Good morning beautiful, I love you,”, to the way Seokjin’s mouth slots perfectly over her own like they were once whole but broken in two.

Yoongi doesn’t mind that if she wants to talk to Seokjin she can’t just send a simple, ‘wyd’ text, that she has to actually dial his number (because she actually knows his phone number like she knows her own, could dial it without even thinking about it, has actually done that before and was then pleasantly surprised when Seokjin answered instead of the Chinese takeout place she was trying to call) and hold the phone to her ear and wait for him to answer (which he always does). She likes the way Seokjin talks on the phone, his voice low and raspy in her ear as they talk about the most mundane of things, Yoongi usually lying in bed and Seokjin usually lying on his couch because he’s always watching shitty reality TV shows. Seokjin effortlessly makes her laugh and makes her smile and makes her feel giddy all over.

“Good morning sweetheart,” Seokjin groans into the phone and Yoongi smiles. Seokjin can be hard to wake up sometimes, but he never misses her calls.

“Good morning babe,” she greets back, stretching out on her bed, kicking her blanket off because it’s too hot. She knew she shouldn’t have worn her pink sweater to bed, but it’s one of Seokjin’s favorite on her and sometimes she likes to send him pictures of her in it and nothing else.

“What are your plans for today?” he asks, voice low and deep in his chest and Yoongi shivers a little at the sound.

“It’s my day off, remember? I’ll probably just straighten up my apartment and spend some quality time with Holly,” at the sound of his name, Holly looks up from the end of the bed where he’s curled up into a little ball. She smiles at him and nudges him with her foot and he licks her toe before laying back down.

“That’s right. Well, take the day off to rest baby, you definitely deserve it,” Seokjin tells her and she can feel her face flush without her consent, listening to a little rustling on his end before he settles back down.

Yoongi goes to say something but Seokjin speaks up first, “I had a dream about you.”

“Oh, did you now?” Yoongi smiles, “Did I meet your parents again? Did your mom tell you I was the devil incarnate?”

Seokjin laughs, voice breathy and Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow, “Not exactly… can you tell me what you’re wearing?”

Seokjin’s voice turns into a murmur and Yoongi bites her lip, fisting her comforter.

“What-what do you mean?” she asks, even though Yoongi knows exactly where Seokjin is going with this but she just can’t believe her sweet, innocent boyfriend is trying to have phone sex with her.

“Is it one of those camisoles you wear because you get hot so easily?” he asks, voice pitched lower than low and Yoongi lets go of her lip for fear of biting through it.

“No, it’s… it’s that pink sweater you like,” she tells him, letting go of her comforter so she can mess with the hem of her sweater.

Seokjin groans, honest to God groans, and Yoongi’s mouth drops open.

“That’s what you were wearing in my dream,” he tells her and Yoongi snaps her fingers at Holly and motions him off her bed, “You look so pretty in pink; it looks so good against your skin.”

“Seokjin are you… are you touching yourself?” she asks, feeling a jolt of arousal course through her system. Her panties are already a little damp and she squeezes her thighs together.

“I’m sorry, I am, I should have told you,” he laughs, the sound ending on a moan, “I can’t help it, you were so cute in my dream, spread out on my bed and begging for me.”

Yoongi slips a hand into her panties and the first brush of her fingers against her clit has her taking in a sharp breath.

“Please tell me you’re touching yourself too,” Seokjin says and if Yoongi listens hard enough she can hear the slick sound of his hand on his cock.

“I am,” she admits, “tell me more about your dream. Tell me what you did to me.”

Seokjin lets out another groan, “I-I had you on your back, your legs over my shoulders. I was eating you out and I must have been doing a pretty damn good job because you were being so loud and you were pulling on my hair and you tasted so good baby, God you always taste so good.”

Yoongi whimpers, dipping a finger into herself to feel how wet she is, practically dripping at the thought of Seokjin, “T-Tell me more.”

“I didn’t stop until you came all over my tongue and then-” Seokjin stops to pant into the receiver, his breathing ragged as he groans and moans, “-and then I held your legs to the bed and slid right in, you were so wet and hot, so ready to take my cock. And you take my cock so well baby, always feel so good around me. You were so pliant, so ready to let me do whatever I wanted to you, fuck.”

“Seokjin,” she whines, his swear turning her on, up to three fingers because she’s so eager and pushes her sweater up her chest so she can palm her breasts, “Seokjin, babe, I wish you were here so I could see you, so I could fuck myself on your cock until we both cum.”

“Ah,” Seokjin moans and Yoongi mirrors him.

She can only imagine how hot he looks, hand gripped tight around his cock as he thumbs his slit just the way he likes. The veins in his arms are probably bulging, his already plump lips more swollen from his constant licking, his face flushed and beautiful.

“Are you gonna cum for me sweetheart?” she asks, her own voice strained from her impending orgasm, “Are you gonna cum to the thought of holding me down and fucking me open?”

Seokjin strangles out what sounds like her name and Yoongi squeezes her eyes shut, applying just enough pressure on her clit to bring her orgasm to a head. She makes a sound and Seokjin chants her name, talking her through her orgasm and telling her how beautiful she is and how he wishes her could see her face.

There’s a slight crackle as they lay panting, Yoongi cradling her phone between her ear and shoulder as she brushes her non-sticky hand through her hair.

“I-I’m sorry,” Seokjin finally says, suddenly sounding shy, making Yoongi roll her eyes because only her boyfriend could tell her how bad he wanted to fuck her and then apologize for it all in one phone call, “I hope I didn’t catch you off guard I just- I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Is that something you want to do?” she asks instead, “Hold me down? Dominate me?”

“Babe,” Seokjin takes in a sharp breath, “I could never-”

“It’s okay if you want to,” she cuts him off, “It doesn’t bother me. I know you wouldn’t purposely hurt me. Besides, it sounds kind of nice.”

“I-If you’re okay with it it’s something I’d like-”

“But only if you choke me.”

“Yoongi,” Seokjin hisses, “How can you say that so calmly?”

“Because it’s not a big deal. And I mean choke me with your hands, not like, choke me with your dick.”

“It’s too early for you,” he says and she can only imagine how red his face is, “I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t you-!”

But the dial tone greets her and Yoongi looks at the screen, greeted by her background of her and Seokjin making dumb kissy faces at each other, “That asshole.”

She huffs as her phone vibrates, a text coming in.

from: Jinnie 9:21am

im coming around, ill see you soon, I love you princess

Yoongi smiles.

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