Big Dick.

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/32501611.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga
Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin
(BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope
Additional Tags: Established Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Sex, Size Queen Min Yoongi |
Suga, Kim Taehyung | V Has a Big Dick, First Time Bottoming, First
Time, well for yoongi, Bottom Min Yoongi | Suga, Top Kim Taehyung |
V, but yall knew that already, Maybe - Freeform, jimin and jungkook
fuck like bunnies, Sleep Deprivation, Read, aged down, Everyone is a
college student, :), switching narratives, Min Yoongi | Suga Has a Small
Dick, its cute tho, Master/Pet, Hand & Finger Kink, Sub Min Yoongi |
Suga, Dom Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga is So Done, Kim
Taehyung | V is Whipped, Jikook are parents LOL, Cute Ending, Happy
Ending
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2021-07-11 Completed: 2021-12-28 Words: 15,496 Chapters:
3/3
 Big Dick.
by Ang3llls, syringe

Summary

Yoongi finds himself in a situation:

- Jimin and Jungkook don't let him sleep

- His favorite pan is burned
- He is TOO good of a friend
- and he suddenly likes big dick. That is attached to no other than Kim taehyung.

And all of it is Park Jimin's fault.

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(continuation of Goldilocks and the Three cocks by @syringe)
(https://archiveofourown.org/works/21329785)

Notes

Long time no see queens... Anyways, here is a fic continuing on @syringe 's universe on her
fic Goldilocks and the Three Cocks. This is the Taegi version.
1st chapter- intro (7/11/21)
2nd chapter- meet (7/16/21)
3rd chapter- smut :)))) (12/28/21)

Enjoyyy babes.

See the end of the work for more notes

Inspired by Goldilocks and the Three Cocks by syringe

 Intro: Idiots. Absolutey stupid idiots.

The last few weeks have been hell for poor Min Yoongi. Not only does he have to complete
his first draft of his music theory thesis and submit it to his dildo of a professor by Friday, but
he was also sexually harassed by his best friend during that... interaction he had with Jimin
the other day. Not only did it leave him embarrassed, but it also left him confused, and albeit
a bit curious.

Oh and to make things even better, the fucking cherry on top was that Jimin found his perfect
top to pop his cherry. Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin were now officially dating, and fucking.

Fucking a lot. Like goddamn bunnies. Or old men when they double their Viagra dose.

Usually, Yoongi would not be opposed to the disgusting amounts of sex Jimin had, he didn’t
really care what went in his asshole unless he was safe. He was an adult and his love
language seemed to be physical touch, and Yoongi couldn’t really barge into his life as if he
owned it.

It was the volume that bothered poor Yoongi. The boy couldn’t sleep at all with the two
reaching octaves he didn’t know were humanly possible. It wasn’t even only Jimin! The two
freaks were into roleplay so he had the absolute pleasure to listen to Jeon Jungkook grunt and
whine when Jimin was speaking all sorts of nasty things to the other guy.

The high pitched words “you look so good riding me sir” from Jeon Jungkook will forever be
engraved in Yoongi’s trauma filled brain.

And to make things even worse, this boy is getting into Yoongi’s soft spot even though he
makes it his job not to let Yoongi sleep for more than 3 hours throughout the night. Jeon
Jungkook was filled with a type of childlike innocence even though he could rail like a
fucking beast. He made sure to ask Yoongi anytime he went into the kitchen if he could get
some food (it would be a crime if Yoongi said no after the two fucked for 2 hours straight)
and left the bathroom clean anytime he used it. The other douchebags Jimin had taken to their
humble home before have all either treated the house like shit as if they paid the rent or
simply never showed an ounce of courtesy or gratitude to Yoongi.

Yoongi was a simple man, all he needed was some respect and he was happy.

Jungkook was different and that was pissing Yoongi off cause he couldn’t just curse off the
kid like he did to the other failed bachelors when they decided to mess with Yoongi and
Jimin’s place. Even though Jimin and Jungkook probably have soiled every crevice of their
home by now.

What is he even kidding, he’s being too hopeful.

They probably soiled it twice. ‘

Either way, in the last week he’s practically lived with Jungkook and Jimin, Jungkook seems
to be kinda sensitive and only lets his cold fronts out in public. He cries in avenger movies
when they end and when he’s watching one of those challenges on Youtube. He’s a little shit
though, grinning and stealing remotes from Yoongi and Jimin, who were tall but not the
tallest, and purposely hid them on top of the shelves. It was especially hurting Yoongi cause
Jimin was fucking aerodynamic or something cause he just jumped like 10 feet and grabbed
it easily while punching Jungkook in the chest. Yoongi just pouted and walked away, letting
the two muscle obsessed hyenas consume each other on the kitchen table. However,
Jungkook seems to admire Yoongi, already calling the man hyung and inviting him to his and
Jimin’s lamb skewer dates while Jimin tried to invite him for a threesome.

You could already see he was developing favorites.

__________________________________________

“Ugh fuck.” Yoongi sighed. He sat up, rubbing his hand over his face, and smacked his lips.
His eyes felt heavy with tiredness, his body was slumped and his eye bags were probably
deep.

“Oh fuck ah please” he heard Jimin moans through the walls as the bed slammed onto the
wall repeatedly. Yoongi groaned in absolute agony as he scrambled in the dark for his phone.

4:26 am

“Jesus Christ.” He whispered to himself as he pinched his nose bridge.” They just couldn’t
wait until at least 5 am” he sighed to himself in anguish.

He tried knocking on the wall, yelling “Keep it down, please!”. He honestly knew he was
gonna be ignored. The two seem to lose all other senses except their dick feeling because the
moans and bed knocking got even louder>

“Ugh fuck FUCK Kookie please- uh ah” Heard again. Yoongi honestly just felt like crying,
he just needed ONE night where he could get 5 hours of sleep. He threw himself on his
pillow, reaching over to his nightstand to find his headphones.

There’s no point in sleeping now. He sighed. He looked over to the pile of work he didn’t
even touch yet for a project he wanted to start. He stared for a second and then turned around
to face the ceiling. Too early for that right now Yoongi.

For a split second, there was no noise, just a few soft pants and noises Yoongi could live
with. For that split second, Yoongi let himself relax and smile into sleep.
And it was called a split second for a fucking reason cause the next second the same cadence
came from the room next door.

“Oh please, Jiminie- FUCK” He heard a deeper voice whine. Yoongi groaned in his pillow.
They fucking switched while Yoongi contemplated happiness as capitalist propaganda for the
working class that will never level up in the hierarchy and will ultimately die in the stage
they were born.

He just sighed one last time and shoved in his air pods, putting some hard angry rap to
distract him from the sin being committed by his roommate. He scrolled through Instagram
for a second, then switched to safari to see if a man can become a nun, he frowned in
disappointment with the answer which was no. Only a priest.

Not to mention he hasn’t fucked anything lately (in exception for that almost… that is not to
be spoken about) so he might as well try, right? Maybe that boy JC can help him with his
dick troubles.

Who is he kidding honestly. He’s a half virgin at 22 years old. His last girlfriend was 2 years
ago and they didn’t even advance after the groping stage because she cheated with this hung
guy one day at a frat party. Yoongi wasn’t even that mad, she smelled like weed half the time
and never really cared about his feelings. He just let her go, they still talk sometimes, but
only when she needs help with an English assignment.

Yoongi is a nice person, of course, he says yes all the time.

And to be honest, he hasn’t really been feeling like pussy is his thing. No matter how
embarrassing that encounter with Jimin was the other day, it really kind of woke him up that
dick and men are honestly kinda attractive. It was like a realization that was pushed back by
denial this whole time.

Again, as he said, everyone is a little bit gay, right?

Yoongi huffed again. He knew he wasn’t the most… gifted man. He’s been known. But even
before that encounter with Jimin, he knew that he might have been a little bit not straight. So
he tried topping that day to see what he was familiar with. He put his dick in his hole, but
apparently not all the way in so he was still technically a virgin.

Don’t get him wrong, it felt good, heavenly even. It felt like a hand but 10 times warmer and
tighter, but it wasn’t right for him cause he wasn’t giving poor Jimin any type of pleasure.
And Min Yoongi has always been a people pleaser, so if his dick couldn’t please a regular
bottom like Jimin, then he has to contemplate his role.

Yoongi just breathed in deeply and sighed. He had to distract himself before he started
bashing himself in his own head with a mallet. He clicked back to Instagram after staring at
that google search for too long without doing anything. He scrolled mindlessly, liking
pictures and going through stories of his friends and music posts. He was scrolling on his
feed when that little row of people you may want to follow came up on his screen. He never
really paid attention to that section, however, now a name caught his eye.

Kim Taehyung. He’s heard that name before and judging by that profile picture he’s
definitely seen him. His long black hair was still as striking as it is in person. It honestly
looks really soft. He kinda wants to touch it.
Yoongi clicks on his profile and reads his bio. Kim Taehyung, S. Korea, Part-time model
@vantaephotos BHSU ‘23, I’ll fuck up your life with a kiss. Huh, he went to Bart San
University, the same one as his friend Namjoon. He was a year behind his friend but it was
impressive. The school already required a national test score in the 2nd percentile. And
knowing what year you were going meant you were smart enough to get a 4-year scholarship,
or your just rich as fuck. He looked down at the posts and he frowned in disappointment
when the little lock showed up on his screen, “This account is private, follow this account to
see their photos and videos.” The text mocked him as he hesitated for a moment and said
fuck it and followed the account. A “requested” came on his screen and he bit his lip and
glanced back up to that bio.

He rolled his eyes and clicked off his phone, but he left his headphones on. Might as well try
to sleep lmao. The song was soft right now, cause his playlist was fucking crazy.”Can You
Hear my Heart” by epik high was lulling him to comfort. His eyes became heavy and his
breathing became more even as he was consumed by the warm arms of sleep.

But then the song ended and the noise of the bed’s high pitched squeaking filled his ears and
Yoongi gave up and groaned to put his pillow over his ears.

“Oh my god fuck me” he heard a voice say. At this point he didn't have the energy to figure
out who it was.

But he definitely agrees with the statement.

___________________________________________________________________________

“Wake up….something!” Yoongi was woken up with a blinding light, deafening noise, and
earthshaking movement. Like it caused the second Pangea. His blanket was yanked out
violently from his possession, and his body was prickling needles of cold. His throat felt dry
and a frown became etched onto his face.

Really it was just Jungkook shaking him up gently to come eat breakfast.

But it really felt like torture. Bloody, cold, violent torture.

Yoongi groans and takes his blanket and pulls it over his head to return to his warm, safe
cave. He heard the the light chuckle (thundering roar) come from Jungkook who just jumped
up behind the covered lump and hugged the older.

“Yoongi wake uuuuuppp” Jungkook insisted while cuddling close to the blanket. This
definitely made the older open his eyes and sit up.

He sat up with all of the abdominal strength he could muter and got the fiercest look to face
the ugly little smiling kid.

“Hey its Hyung to you, or at least Yoongi-sunbaenim” he tried with his most serious look.
“Sunbaenim? What are you teaching me? How to professionally sleep? The perfect nap and
thermal settings? How to die of overheating?” Jungkook bothered, like an annoying fly.

That moment, Yoongi considered Jimin being his favorite again.

“You know, theres something called shutting the fuck up?” Yoongi grumbled and laid back
down to cover his face. He considered crying just to make the brat feel bad but he won’t
stoop that low… yet.

He heard another pair of steps come into his room. He was about to groan voluntarily but
then it was forced from his body when a big heavy weight almost left him paralyzed.

“Are we cuddling Yoongi?” He heard an annoying ugly squeaky animated voice.

That’s exactly why he said considered a second ago.

Jimin was burrowing himself on top of the groaning lump of blanket and human. Yoongi
didn’t even try to correct this stupid fuck either cause he’s tried so many times, he just gave
up completely. Jimin is rubbing off on Jungkook in the wrong way.

He definitely was close to crying, but for real this time.

He heard Jimin sigh and Jungkook was now hugging both Yoongi and Jimin. It was like a
dog pile of warmth, but Yoongi was the sleeping cat that was caged by two horny dogs. One
just slightly less horny than the other.

“Can you asshats get off of me, please?” Yoongi tried to beg a little, making sure to whine a
little more just to make it sound like he was crying. But the two grew so insensitive that they
just snickered and Jimin just had to open his smart ass mouth and say:

“Get you off? Though you’d never ask!” Jimin retorted. He heard the little giggles come out
from both of them and Yoongi just gave up and begged to be taken out of this world. He
sighed and tried to separate his body from his soul.

They stayed like that for a while, relaxed and warm between all three of them. It was calm,
serene almost until nature, more like kitchen appliances, came up to speed with reality. The
smell of smoke filled the air and Jungkook sniffed it out first.

“Something is burning!” he said, trying to get up. Jimin also jumped up while still on top of
Yoongi (who left out another pained groan).

“Oh shit the eggs!!” Jimin then ran out of the room to go to the kitchen first while Jungkook
followed not a second later. Yoongi let out a sigh of relief and let himself be lulled into sleep
again.

I wonder what pan it was…. The though passes his mind and then his eyes shot up open.

THE ONLY POTS IN THE HOUSE WERE FROM HIS MOTHER!

This time he actually got up out of his haven and almost slipped to the kitchen.

“Oh my god fuck me.” he muttered as he was going to the stove “please please don’t be…”
he didn’t even finish his sentence when we saw the stove which was set on high and then saw
the sheepish expression on Jimin’s face. He looked down at the bottom pan, which was
covered in a dark, burned tar which were the infamous burned egg.

Yoongi just lifted his eyes to meet Jimin’s again, who was looking down. Yoongi just sighed
and lifted his hand to pinch his nose bridge. He looked back in Jimin’s direction. Jungkook
was just standing on the side awkwardly.

“Did you not even CONSIDER using oil?”

 Then, Make me.
Chapter Summary

Yoongi and Teahyung meet in a heated night at the club.

Chapter Notes

AHHH omg, so there has not been many comments, so please comment, it motivates
me.

Also, I decided to do this now cause it was fresh in my head and I needed to like birth it.

ENJOYYY

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Yoongi has always been a great friend. At least to his standards, he is the Michelangelo of
friendship. Sculpting each part of his steps carefully, to show that he kinda cares, but still
keeping his secrets quite well, not showing too much vulnerability and personal life show to
others.

Jimin however, was the complete fucking opposite. He has been, since the first week he’s met
the guy. Caught the man with a whole vibrator up his ass when they moved in together.

He doesn’t respect boundaries, he overshares his personal (sex) life and reaches into Yoongi’s
bubble mentally and physically. Which is a huge deal considering Yoongi made sure to
perfect the architecture of his beautiful bubble for the last 22 years.

And a perfect example of that overarching, nosy prick was right now.

As always, Yoongi had the audacity to enjoy himself in their living room, lounging
comfortably on the couch with a beer in his hand and a bag of chips on his lap. It was around
7:30 pm, he was watching a show on Netflix mindlessly, in his overworn pajamas and a cozy
blanket wrapped around his body. His now black hair (Jimin said natural tones were now in
style) was tousled messily, and his face was a little bit oily, but he was content and safe in his
amazing bubble of self-care while watching the image in front of him.

But of course, his slice of paradise had to be interrupted because a demon was bored.

“Yoongi. Get dressed, Jikook-Yoon is getting ready to go to a club!!” Jimin shouted as

Yoongi winced. He groaned and then buried his face into the blanket. If I can’t see it, it is not
there. He just cuddled into his dark abyss and ignored the rambunctious blondie who seemed
to entertain himself by ruining Yoongi’s life.

“No. Get out.” Yoongi mumbled in his lump. He heard footsteps come behind the couch and
he braced himself for the pain he knew was coming. Jimin hauled himself over his lump form
and crashed his big ass on his hips. Yoongi moaned in pain and then yanked the blanket out
of his face to face the smiling face of the devil in front of him, who was wearing Prada. Well,
it was fake but the sentiment was the same.

“You know, you're going to break a bone on me one day and your gonna pay the million-
dollar medical bill of this country,” Yoongi mumbled. That was a good point, so he had to
elaborate. “It’s incredible how much capitalism disables the working class yet damages the
individuals by not supplying them with essential needs to get their business and economy
done. Well, I have half a mind…”

Jimin rolled his eyes and interrupted his ramble. “Yeah, Yoongi we get it capitalism sucks or
whatever, and the working class deserves better.. Blah blah been there done that.” He paused
for a second while Yoongi stared at him bored, and he saw Jimin’s face light up a little,
meaning he came up with something clever.

“What we need for you, my sweet baby face is someone to capitalize this ass of yours,” Jimin
said as he stood up and smacked Yoongi’s ass. Yoongi scoffed and then just burrowed himself
back into his blanket.

“You completely missed the point of my debacle, swine.” Yoongi insulted from under his
shell of protection. Jimin didn’t seem to get that he didn’t want to go anywhere, because
Yoongi still felt his pesky presence right in front of him.

“And you missed the point of mine, babe. I need you to get up from your ass, and get that ass
down and dirty on some dick.” Jimin sat down next to Yoongi’s head and started petting it a
little.
The lump grumbled a little but leaned into the touch. Sue him, he was weak for some human
contact.

“But I wanna see this show…” Yoongi whined, uncovering his face to pout up at Jimin who
just raised an eyebrow at his argument.

“Really? Then what’s the name of the said show?” Jimin questioned and Yoongi sighed in
defeat. He honestly didn’t know, he just knows there was a prison scene happening right now
so he gave it his best shot.

“Um... Orange Is the New Black?” He murmured. Jimin gasped, offended.

“Okay, now that’s just an insult. Do NOT do my girl Taystee like that. Do you know how
much you just hurt me right now, Yoongi?” Jimin slumped on the couch dramatically and it
was Yoongi’s turn to roll his eyes. “I spent a whole month watching that show and I told you
everything about it. Did you ever listen to me?” Jimin said in a faux-angry tone. Yoongi just
turned his head on Jimin’s lap and burrowed his face in his thigh. He sighed into it and
relished in the comfort. It was plush since the guy was so muscular and toned since they’ve
met.

“Now you're trying to seduce me, is that why you don’t wanna go out?” Jimin teased as he
trailed his hand across Yoongi’s blanket-covered body. Yoongi grunted and swatted away the
intrusive limb. Then Jimin trailed down to his ass and pinched, hard. He turned back around
and sat up this time, looking bothered and very awake now.

“Oh my god no, literally do NOT take me near that bed. It probably leaks out sweat and
semen if you even touch it. It's like a sex sponge.” Yoongi spat out as Jimin giggled. He
moved his sneaky hand on his thigh and pinched again, even harder.

“Ouch, okay. If I say yes, will you stop?” Yoongi said in defeat. Jimin’s eyes lit up and he
nodded immediately. Yoongi just crossed his arms and sighed. He considered taking the
pinches, but goddamn, did they hurt. Jimin was right, he needed to get laid. If not, even a
little bit of human interaction from anyone other than the two horny dogs he took care of
daily was necessary to keep him mentally stable.

So he said a horrible, disgusting word.

“Fine.” He mumbled and Jimin shot up and shouted. “JK! He said yes! Come and getim!”

Yoongi’s eyes were wide open as he tried to scramble a little to try and get away to his room,
but then he heard big thumps behind him. As he was standing up, a heavyweight came
crashing onto him and lifted him from the ground.

“Yes! Hyung is coming with us finally!” Jungkook smiled and shooking the smaller around.
Yoongi tried, he did, to get out of the intrusive and uncomfortable hold.

“Now what the fuck is this,” He directed to Jimin, who was just smiling devilishly. “Last time
this happened, you decided to bail out on us when you reached your room and locked
yourself inside and we had to leave you behind,” Jimin explained, as he stroked the older’s
cheek and poked his nose. Yoongi sneered a little bit. “So now, I have your outfit and makeup
planned in our room so you have no choice but to go. I got some handcuffs in there too, so
there's no way you can escape.” Jungkook gripped him tighter his hold just to add that extra
threat to Jimin’s words.

Yoongi just stared at him angrily and then realized what he had just said.

“Don’t you dare put those handcuffs on my wrists.”

The two ended up getting what they wanted, leaving Yoongi in a very bothered state. It was
9:00 pm and they were outside of the apartment building right now, waiting for their uber
who was a minute away. They were all dress pretty well. Jimin and Jungkook were wearing
their iconic duo combination of black leather jackets and tight-fitting black jeans with black
t-shirts and huge black shoes. Jimin came out with his leather-heeled boots and Jungkook
with his huge Balenciaga. They looked one word, expensive. Their hair was perfectly styled
with their foreheads showing and lips pink and glossed.

Yoongi didn’t look too bad himself. He was wearing a loose white button-down tucked in
some black dress pants, making sure that his neck and collar bone was on display. His hair
was slightly curled, covering his forehead and his ears were filled with gold piercings. He
had his favorite golden rings on, which made his hands, “more fuckable” as Jimin said. His
eyes were lined with a little bit of eyeliner, pronouncing his cat eyes more and his lips were
stained red. He had on his favorite doc martins and was carrying his black Louis Vuitton bag
with all of their phones, ids, and credit cards.

No matter what, he was always the mom of the two.

The night was cool, the sun had just said its goodbye since it was still summer, but by the
time they would be at the club, the moon would be adorning the sky with its light. Yoongi
breathed in the air since it was kind of a stranger to him as he has been working from home
and doing most of his schoolwork on his laptop for the last 2 months. He was so close to his
bachelor’s degree, but he needed a bit more time to finish a few classes before he could
receive his diploma. Either way, the scent of the air was a nice stranger compared to the more
stale-smelling apartment.

The white Prius pulled up and Yoongi raised his hand to direct that it was his group’s car.
When the car was in front of them, Yoongi sat in the front seat next to the driver, who was a
woman with a pulled-back ponytail and red lipstick. She was pretty, around 30 years old with
black hair. Either way, the other two sat in the back, with Jimin basically on Jungkook’s lap
in the middle seat.

“Good evening,” she said, looking at her phone with the Uber app on a phone stand. “Yoongi,
party of 3. We’re going to Mimic, right?” she said, professionally. Yoongi admired her ability
to stay stoic. He nodded and spoke, albeit a bit awkwardly. He hasn’t spoken to anyone other
than the two J’s these past few months. “Um, Yeah, good evening by the way.” He heard
Jimin snicker a little bit in the back while Jungkook shushed him.

“Would you like to change the music?” She questioned and Yoongi just shook his head no.
The music was fine, just some classical violin, the perfect ambiance music for a car ride. The
club wasn’t very far, maybe a 13-minute drive from their building with some light traffic. But
it felt like it took forever since both he and the driver were not talkers, well at least Yoongi
wasn’t.

It was moments like these where he was grateful for Jimin’s talent for speaking for 4 people.

“So, Mrs. June, where are you from? Hopefully not too far from here?” Jimin chirped. The
lady eyed him from her rearview mirror and smiled a little bit.

“Oh no, not at all. I live in Incheon. Just a few miles on this highway and it leads me to my
house.” she explains. Jimin gasps a little at the Incheon part.

“Wow! One of my hyungs lives there in Incheon, it's nice to visit there in the winter.”
“Really? Is it someone I might know?” she entertains Jimin a bit.

“I’m not sure, this Hyung is a bit popular so you might. However, you are extremely
gorgeous so be might just know you.” He flirts. The driver chuckles a bit and nods her head.

“The name?”

“Oh, mine? Park Jimin.” He said playfully.

The driver let out another giggle. “No, but nice to meet you. Your friend’s. ”

Jimin giggles back. “Oh, his, Kim Seokjin.”

“Yeah, never heard of him before. Not surprising, since all of you look so young,” she
comments. Jimin throws his head back a little bit and laughs.

“Us? Ma’am, you do not look a day over 25.”Jimin entertained while she raised her eyebrow
a bit and snorted.

“Yeah right. I’m already 35, married, and have 2 beautiful kids.” The light turned red and the
car stopped. She then pressed the home button on her phone and pointed Jimin to her phone
screen. Low and behold, two smiling kids, one girl and one boy with a handsome man with
black, styled hair in all white decorated her background with many apps.

“Wow, you have such a beautiful family. The man isn’t so bad himself.” Jimin winked at the
mirror and she laughed.

“Well, your partner there isn’t too harsh on the eyes either.” She nodded to Jungkook who has
been hugging Jimin and resting his chin on the other boy’s shoulder. He gave her a slight
smile, his cheeks a little bit rosy, and his bunny-like teeth poked out.

“Yeah, he’s cute isn’t he,” Jimin said with a smile, turning his head to face his boyfriend.
Jungkook smiled back at him and they rubbed their nose together.

Ugh, they were cute or whatever.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed and they were pulling up to the nightclub. It
looked packed since cars were surrounding the establishment with people coming out of cars
and cars going in circles looking for parking. Yoongi huffed out a small breath and mentally
prepared himself for a crowd of sweaty, and alcoholized people.

They got out of the car and thanked the lady. Yoongi took out the app and tipped her 5
dollars, and secured his phone back in his bag. They walked to the doors of Mimic and went
inside, preparing themselves for all the people.

“Yoongi, you’re good right?” Jimin asked, with his hand on his should and the other holding
onto Jungkook’s. Yoongi took a second and then nodded, He cracked a small smile to
reassure the younger ones, who were now peering at him worryingly. He appreciated the
concern, as it showed they cared for him. He knew, but they could be a lot sometimes.
Jimin smiled back to him, and they entered the club’s dark doors. The line was short,
surprisingly, but the bass of the music inside was still heavy, and felt it on the base of their
stomachs. Once they got in, Yoongi locked up their belongings in one of the rented lockers,
They opened the doors to the club their ears became deaf, and walked in with confidence.
People were lounging in the corners, and dancing in the center. The vibe was pretty good, and
the music was catchy.

They made a beeline for the bar and they ordered a variety of drinks. Jungkook ordered a
fruity mango drink with a little bit of vodka mixed in, Jimin ordered a scotch on the rocks
and Yoongi ordered some Jack Daniels. They sat down at the bar and Jungkook and Yoongi
were talking about classes, sipping at their drinks as they entertained themselves. Jimin kept
glancing in the direction of the door and around them, and then his eyes lit up when he saw
familiar faces.

Jimin stood up and waved over a group of 3 other men, Namjoon in the group. All of them
Yoongi has either seen on campus or heard a mention of, like Kim Seokjin who has been
mentioned a lot before from Jimin and Namjoon’s side. Jungkook went over to the shortest of
the crew and hugged him, who Yoongi had a feeling was the Dance major Jungkook hung out
with sometimes. Yoongi, ever the introvert went over to Namjoon and sat next to him.
Namjoon has been his friend since grade school, and he knows the smaller inside out, so he
sensed that he was a little bit uncomfortable.

The two spoke, well shouted, about their theories, as they were similar even though they had
different majors. Yoongi was studying architecture and engineering while Namjoon studied
philosophy and psychology. Mostly talking about society and how it is compromised to such
toxic ideologies of people, and putting so many celebrities on a pedestal when these people
didn’t deserve it. How religion was hypocritical on idols when there was a hierarchy in the
establishment itself.

The others were long gone, pulling each other on the dance floor and going at it. Seductive
songs ended up in a bunch of people grinding and sweating while switching partners and
more hype songs became a convulsion of limbs and laughter. The four there attracted more
people to come to join their commotion, especially after seeing Jin and Hoseok, both very
attractive men, willing to dance with other women. Jimin and Jungkook mostly stayed among
themselves, but the duo was hot and they made sure people continued to look at them, but
never be able to touch them.

Seokjin came in to pull Namjoon and Yoongi out of their chairs and onto the dance floor, at
first they complained, being ever the so stereotypical introverts they were, but then Namjoon
glanced at Yoongi wantingly so he rolled his eyes a little and went along with the group.

It was fun, even though he didn’t have much coordination, he still laughed and danced as
well as he could. He and Namjoon were together for most of it, but when one of those songs
that were low in base and downright sexy came up, a hot girl in a small dress pulled on
Namjoon’s arm and then started dancing with the taller. Namjoon glanced at Yoongi and ever
the supportive friend he cheered him on and told him to go with her. God knows that
Namjoon needed to get laid as much as Yoongi did. With the rest of the group pairing up with
partners, Yoongi was about to leave the dancefloor until a warm hand gripped his wrist and
he was pulled in.

Yoongi was shoved into the arms of this man, his forehead almost clashing with the man's
face. Once Yoongi could see the man’s eyes, he gripped Yoongi’s waist and put their hips
together. Now Yoongi was flustered, his nose hit the others as this man looked directly into
his eyes.

He’s not sure what possessed him to do what he did next, maybe it was the hungry look the
man gave him with his dark eyes or the way he gripped his waist like he didn’t want to ever
let Yoongi go. Yoongi wrapped his arms around the man's neck and put his thigh between the
man's legs. He was a lot shorter than the other man, so that meant his lips were right next to
the column of his neck, so he kissed a little bit and enjoyed the deep rumble of the man's
throat next to his ears.

The man quickly responded by lowering his hands to Yoongi’s ass and gripping tightly. He
started moving Yoongi’s hips against his and Yoongi couldn’t help but curse a bit with how
good it felt to be moved like that. They did that for what felt like hours, and soon his thigh
was pushed away and then the other man’s, stronger and thicker thigh went between his legs
and pushed Yoongi down on the muscle, and Yoongi almost started crying with how
overwhelming everything felt. He pulled down to make eye contact with the handsome man
and he knew his eyes were watery and his face flushed. The other man cursed a little and he
lifted one hand to Yoongi’s mouth, his fingers poking at his lips. Yoongi got the message and
took the fingers into his lips and sucked them, even though he was inexperienced, he’s seen
enough porn to make sure he could do it at least well. He took the fingers in nicely, but he
was confused when then man kept pushing and groaned when Yoongi didn’t gag.

Yoongi knew he had no gag reflex, discovered it when he was a teenager who just got drunk
and felt super nauseous so he tried to make himself vomit. He stuck his fingers down his
throat and tried hard to spill his guts as it said on wikiHow, but all he felt was discomfort and
eventually gave up to get salt water and swallow it. Now that did the trick almost
immediately.

But he never thought it would benefit him sexually, especially since he thought he was
straight for the majority of his life. But he went along with it, so now he was bobbing his
head on the strangers' fingers and making eye contact as he ground down on his thigh. If the
strangers' eyes were dark before, now his eyes were pitch black and his own face was
flushed, his lips were set in a firm look. It was sexy, everything about him screamed sex
appeal and Yoongi felt hot all over. Like this man was an aphrodisiac himself.

Yoongi didn’t realize that a spotlight started shining on him and the man, lost in their sex-
hazed minds, bodies becoming one at this point. Reality snapped in when he heard a shrill
voice chanting his name and another one clapping while whooping. He glanced over and saw
Jungkook and Jimin jumping around and pumping their fists in the air while Hoseok and
Seokjin started wolf-whistling and cheering.

Yoongi then detached himself from the man with a shy smile and walked away as fast as he
could. He left the man on the floor stunned as Yoongi went to the bar. . The cheering and
wolf-whistling died down as another hip hop song came up and everyone whooped and
started dancing.

Yoongi was panting at the bar, his body temperature was lowering now and his mind was
clearing. Wow, I did that. He laughed at himself incredulously. He cannot believe he just did
that. He danced so passionately with an absolute stranger and even sucked on his fingers. He
leaned his elbow and rested his head on his hand. He then signaled the bartender to get him
another Jack and Coke, and the man nodded before getting it for him.

“There’s the little slut!” He heard Jimin’s voice behind him. Yoongi turned around and gave
him a look and smiled down shyly. Jimin crashed into his back and hugged his neck so their
face would smoosh together. He felt the other man’s sweat combine with his own, their faces
hot and wet.

“I knew you had it in you. You looked like you were having the time of your life with the one
and only Kim Taehyung.” Jungkook chimed in next to him as he took a seat and sip of
Yoongi’s jack and coke. He winced at the flavor, but then kept drinking more anyway.

Yoongi froze. Kim Taehyung, he heard that name before. Where did he know it from? Then,
it clicked. That's the guy he followed last night on Instagram. Now that he thinks about it, he
never really saw the guy's full face, and now he’s not even sure if he’s gonna see him again.

“You know him?” He questioned Jungkook. Jungkook nodded eagerly. “Yeah, that guys my
best friend! Well, it did get awkward when I kinda almost broke his face cause I thought he
fucked Jimin.” Jungkook explained bashfully. Yoongi was a little confused about how he
looked innocent while saying those words. “But we’re cool now. I think he actually might be
interested in you!”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised questioningly. “He knows who I am?” now it was Jimin’s turn to
talk.

“Yeah! The night of that incident he said “pretty kitty at home”. So I’m assuming he was
talking about you?” Jimin instigated and Yoongi just looked at him.

“Pretty kitty?” He asked. Jimin just shrugged and Jungkook nodded.

“I have told you that you resemble a cat many times before,” Jimin said. Suddenly another
song came up and Jimin got excited for some reason. “JK come here, it's our song!” and then
he pulled the taller boy to the dance floor with him. Jungkook just followed, tripping
clumsily and almost spilling Yoongi’s drink on the floor. Yoongi just shook his head and then
turned back around to face the bar. He suddenly got interested in reading the labels of the
vodka and rum on the shelves.

Suddenly, two familiar hands gripped his waist. Yoongi’s breath hitched as he was pulled to
the man’s, now known as Kim Taehyung, chest.

“Hey, kitty.” The deep-voiced stranger teased into his ear and Yoongi shuddered. He let
himself mold into Taehyung’s hold. The other man noticed and kissed up a little on Yoongi’s
ear, nibbling the lobe. Yoongi let out a small whimper and turned around to face the man.
Now that he was less hazy and excited, he saw the beautiful features on his face. His
structured jaw and plump lips and cute nose. His eyes were mysterious like he was holding
onto a secret. They were seductive but innocent. He had several beauty marks decorating his
nose and lips. His eyelashes were long and fluttering.

Yoongi feels like he has met an angel. Or a demon. An incubus.

The man got out from behind him and sat next to him, and Yoongi turned to face him.

“Kim Taehyung.” He smiled slyly and stuck his hand out. Yoongi felt shy, so he licked his
lips a little before speaking.

“Min Yoongi.” he took the hand and shook it a little. Taheyung chuckled and that made
Yoongi’s smile grow a little bigger.

“So, Yoongi.” He looks at the wooden table of the bar and draws something with his fingers.
Yoongi follows the movements, remembering those same fingers down his throat. He blushed
a little bit. “I see you're quite a good dancer.” Taheyung looks up with a playful smirk
decorating his face. Yoongi chuckles a little bit and feels his cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, you're not too bad yourself,” Yoongi responds pretty well, proud of himself for
keeping his voice so stable around someone so hot.

Now it was Taehyung’s turn to chuckle. He cards his hand through his hair, his handsome
eyebrows coming into view. Yoongi swears that he could come from the image alone.

“How come I’ve never seen you around here, Yoongi. I don’t think I would have forgotten
your pretty face.” Taehyung leans a little closer and strokes his cheek to gently grab his jaw.
Yoongi closes his eyes and sighs into the hold, and then he opens his eyes ever so slightly and
smirks a little.

“I don’t go out much.” he teases and Taheyung squeezes his jaw a little tighter and breathes
in roughly. He lets go of his hold and then leads his hand on the back of Yoongi's head and
pulls his hair a little. Yoongi lets out a small noise that seemed to drive Taehyung mad.

“Really? That’s a shame. But at least it means I'll get to have you to myself.” Taehyung
presses his forehead on Yoongi’s and pulls a little bit harder and Yoongi moans. His eyes are
blown wide and dark. Yoongi nods a little bit eagerly and Taehyung smiles at the small boy's
eagerness

He lets go of Yoongi’s hair and then opens their distance. Yoongi looks a bit confused at the
loss of the warmth, but quickly adapts and becomes pink with embarrassment with how
submissive he became with a few simple touches. He sees Taehyung motion the bartender for
another jack and coke and a shot of soju. He looks handsome, so fucking sexy in his brown
flowy shirt and jeans. I want to kiss him.

Again, Yoongi is not sure what got into him that night, but once Taehyung was done
ordering, Yoongi got up on his feet and put his hands around his neck to pull him into a kiss.
Taehyung looked stunned but then let Yoongi melt into his warm body. His large hands rested
 on the small of Yoongi’s back and they kissed for a moment. It was warm, almost innocent
compared to what they did not even 15 minutes ago.

Then Yoongi separated from the kiss after pawing his chest. Taehyung looked at Yoongi and
then pulled him into another kiss. This one was more passionate and heated, open-mouthed.
Yoongi whimpered a little into this kiss, his hands going into Taheyung’s curls and tugging a
bit. Taehyung groaned into the kiss and moved his thigh to open Yoongi’s legs, pushing him
down on it as he did on the dance floor. Yoongi mewled a little, making it get stuck into the
kiss. He felt his eyes water once again. Taehyung led his hips on his thigh tougher this time,
moving him like a ragdoll on his thigh. His cock was hardening at the notion of Taehyung
using him however he wanted, controlling his small body just for his pleasure.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” Taehyung moaned while Yoongi felt the same overwhelming pleasure rack
his body. He was shaking, his whole body was responding so well to every touch Taehyung
gave him. Taehyung just stared, a devilish smile decorated his lips as he ground the small
man on his thigh. He was anybody’s wet dream, and he was going to make sure Yoongi was
in his bed tonight. He wasn’t so far from his goal, so he made sure to instigate it right now.

“Yoongi.” He leaned in into the smaller boy's ear and he loved the way Yoongi whimpered at
his voice. He timed his words carefully, and his touches with precision.

“I wanna see you cry for me,” he growled lowly, his voice dropping impossibly low. He made
sure to punctuate his words with a rough push onto his thigh.

Yoongi’s head finally cleared after that, at least for a second so he gave Taehyung one more
peck on the lips, and responded.

“Then make me.”

Chapter End Notes

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"No fucking way you did that," Taehyung laughed out loudly, almost choking on his own
words. Yoongi laughed right alongside him, covering his face with his other hand.

They walked to Yoongi's apartment hand in hand, laughing and talking through the smoggy
light pollution of the city as if they weren't practically fucking each other at the bar 10
minutes ago.

"Yeah I did, why would I lie about that? They torture me every single night with their
fucking in every single position, so I super glued the kitchen counter cause I knew that was
their next place to fuck." Yoongi said in between breaths. Taehyung just kept laughing as he
recounted the story.

"So you're like a sex fortune teller, predicting where someone's gonna fuck next?" Taehyung
asked with a smirk. Yoongi giggled at that.

"You could say that, but you can also say that I had some super glue and the right place and
time." Yoongi side glances at Taehyung and smirks back at him. Taehyung giggles at that,
paused their walking, and lifted Yoongi's hand to his mouth, and kissed it for a split second.

Yoongis breath hitched a little, and when Taehyung made eye contact again, he couldn't help
but blush a little and look the other way. Taehyung smiled at the action.

"You're beautiful, Min Yoongi. It would be amazing to see you again." Taheyung said, red
decorating his cheeks a little bit. Yoongi flushed all over. He wasn't gonna stay the night?
They were practically tongue wrestling a moment ago? Maybe he's just a romantic? Not the
guy Jimin mentioned in his description of him. HUMONGOUS dick, kinda an asshole, really
hot. Yoongi already knew about the last one, following his Instagram for months and now
confirming it.

"I had a really fun time tonight too, Kim Taehyung." Yoongi said with a smile. He was about
to let go of Taheyung's hand, but then he felt the taller man clutch on his wrist. Yoongi
gasped as he was pulled into his chest and was even more surprised when he felt Taehyung's
lips on his. It took him a second, but he melted into his warmth and smiled into the kiss. It
was too fiery and hot as the one at the bar, really it was the opposite. It was sweet, warm, and
promising. That this will happen again.
Hopefully, it will happen again.

Once they separated, Taehyung looked down at the pretty man below him. He looked at how
Yoongi's eyes beamed and sparkled, carrying various colors, catching the lights surrounding
him. He smiled back, and let Yoongi go. He's so fucking adorable.

"So, when can I see you again?" Yoongi asked. He was terrified of the answer. Yoongi
wanted to see him again, and soon. For some reason, he just feels right with him. Taehying
lighted up at the question, wanting to hear that for a while.

"Next week, at 8 pm? Meet at the Oui , mon amour?" Taehyung said smoothly. Yoongi
blushed at the almost perfect French. Feeling cheesy and all romantic, he took Taehyung's
hand and repeated the same action that he did to him moments ago.

"Oui, I'll see you there." Yoongi winked and Taheyung chuckled a bit, the red on his cheeks
returning. Yoongi turned around, reaching into his pocket to get the keys to the apartment
door. He punched in the code for the main lobby and entered. Before going in for sure, he
turned back around to wave at, Taehyung who was waiting for him to get in safely. They both
smiled at each other and laughed a bit. Yoongi closed the door and continued walking.

That was nice. Yoongi blushed at all of the events that happened this night. "Kim Taehyung,
you charming bastard" He sighed as he opened the door. He felt tired and a bit bubbly, but
exhausted with all the social draining that just happened. He stripped down to his underwear
and went to bed. He fell asleep immediately, dreaming about a faceless man who gave him
roses on their first date.

"Yoongi, Yoongi. wake the fuck up you slut!!" He heard a shrill voice shriek at him. My
fucking god, they have to stop waking me up like this. Yoongi just groaned and considered
dying once again. Like, he had no religion per se, he would just die. Eternal sleep.

Yeah, that sounded nice.

But as always, he couldn’t have one sliver of peace in this apartment. Even in his own
goddamn room.

“Leave me alone..” Yoongi groaned and tried to make a tight cocoon with his blanket as
Jimin shook him.

“Nooo wake up!! I wanna hear the story!!” Jimin whined. Yoongi was getting tired of the
shaking, so he made his first mistake of breaking his cocoon open and swatting his hand out
to Jimin.

He did not consider the fact that Jimin was fully awake and caffeinated while he hasn’t even
opened his eyes fully. He felt his arm about to pop out of his shoulder before he let out a
(very manly) yelp and got up with the motion of being pulled up.

“My fucking god Jimin why did you do that?” Yoongi groaned as he was now kneeling in
front of Jimin, who was sitting on his bed like he didn’t just almost break his arm. The other
man practically shined as Yoongi rubbed his eyes open and checked his morning breath. He
almost gagged while smelling it and then cursed how lazy he was last night when he came
home.

“You have to tell me what happened last night, you know, when you left mega early for Kim
Tae- HUNG!” Jimin almost shouted.

“Early? It was nearly 1 am.” Yoongi grimaced. He felt like shit, what time was it even?

“Yeah, exactly. Early. It was a Saturday night and you left a club at ONLY 1 am” Jimin
explained, exasperated. “Jungkook and I left at 4 am, a very normal clubbing time. The only
people who leave the club early with someone are for two reasons : when they want to fuck
at home, or when they want to fuck in the alley next to the club. Jk and I did the second one”

“Uh-huh, and Ew.” Yoongi half listened. He was still thinking about his breath, did he really
not brush his teeth last night? Like, what about his skin? Shit, it must be so bad now.

“So, knowing you, the ever-loving romantic roommate who hasn’t had correct sex in all of
his 22 years of life!” Jimin basically yelled out for the whole country to hear. Yoongi had to
cover his ears, it's almost as the other knows he wasn’t paying attention.

“Shit, can you be any louder?” Yoongi grumbled. He really did not appreciate loud noises,
like that should have been in the ad when he was looking for a roommate. Was it?

His request was ignored, as usual when it comes to his volume complaints. “I knew you
would take Tae-HUNG home so he could rail the fucking brains out of you!”

“Please don’t call him that.”

“Especially after how you guys practically ate each other at the club, like talk about public
decency!” Jimin practically swooned. Yoongi scoffed.

“Didn’t you guys literally fuck in the alley?”

“That’s beside the point. The point is, how was it? Did he rail you? Did you get literally
fucked out of your thoughts? Is your ass literally twinning with the Chesapeake Crater?”
Jimin leaned in closer and closer with each question as Yoongi backed away.

“What time is it?” Yoongi squinted. It was too early for this shit.

“What time is it?” Jimin mocked, a very bad impression at most. “Literally shut up, I need to
know every detail.” Jimin grabbed his shoulders. “I need to know if we can ever have a
foursome.”

“Ew no!” Yoongi exclaimed and pushed Jimin back. Jimin just laughed and got back with his
beaming seriousness.

“Just kidding Yoongi! Literally so good you don’t wanna share, okay I get it.” Jimin chortled.
Yoongi just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh my god, if I tell you, will you leave me alo-”

“Yes!” Jimin interrupted. Yoongi just stared at him bored. The other guy looked like he was
shitting to know.

“Fine, um.” Yoongi looked down and remembered the events from last night.

Next week.
“Spill it, I'm pissing and shitting myself right now,” Jimin said, looking like he was about to
do just that.

“We didn’t… have sex?” Yoongi slumped and looked down. Jimin looked like he was just
struck with a rock.

It was silent for a second, and Yoongi thought it was all okay.

Again, a second.

“YOU DIDN’T HAVE SEX?!!”

The week passed by pretty quickly, if Yoongi ignored the constant harassment of the event
that didn’t even happen. Jimin went through the 5 stages of grief with the fact.

“You’re lying to me like there’s no way that you guys didn’t fuck.” Jimin laughed. Yoongi just
shrugged, finally in the kitchen grabbing his coffee. As the machine was brewing the liquid
gold, he went to find the LV bag with his phone.

It was at 5%, just in time before it died. And it was 0830 am. Fuck, it’s too early.

“Yeah Jimin, for the 10000th time, we didn't fuck.” He scrolled through his notifications,
most of them canvas notifications and commercial emails from Micheals and Amazon.
Capitalism.

“Again, not believing it. Wheres, that damn aluminum foil” Jimin raided their cabinets.
As he did that, Yoongi just leaned into the counter, listening to the coffee brew. He was about
to delete the Instagram notification as it came in, but then he read it.

“Kim Taehyung accepted your follower request.”

A second later, another notification came in.

“Kim Taehyung started following you.”

Yoongi smiled as he walked over to the coffee maker, the smile never leaving his lips even as
Jimin yelled at him.

The week passed and it was finally the day for the Oui. Yoongi finally told Jimin about the
date, the night before when he was going through his Depression stage and the other man
practically flew out of the couch and hugged him.

Yoongi did not like that Jimin was so sad and blaming himself for the two not fucking

“I knew I should have used the winged eyeliner, but nooo you wanted a smudged look!”
Jimin took a swig of his beer. He looked a mess, rewatching Orange Is the New Black while
in the same pajama bottoms for the last 3 days. Yoongi did not want his couch to smell
rancid.

“Um, Jimin” Yoongi entered the living room. Jimin looked at him with sad eyes. Yoongi
sighed, he knew he was gonna regret this but he couldn’t let Jimin feel like this any longer,
screw him, he loved the younger.

“Yes?” Jimin looked at him with his empty eyes. Yoongi sucked in a breath before he said the
next words in 0.10 seconds.
“TaehyungAskedMeOnADateToTheOuiTommorrowNightAt8pm?” Yoongi let out. He’s not
even sure if he understood himself, so Jimin took a few seconds to process what he just said
before the other grew a smile he has not seen a whole week already.

“No fucking way!!” He jumped on Yoongi and suffocated the older man to death. Yoongi
almost regretted saying that, but it made him happy that Jimin was happy. Stupid feelings and
shit.

“Oh my god, Yoongi we are going to make you look like, 100 times more fuckable than the
club night! We will not let the same mistake happen again!” Jimin ran to his room after his
tight squeeze to tell his partner in crime, who was an empath and practically went through
the same emotions Jimin was. He heard an enthusiastic “Oh my fucking god!” and soon
enough the moans came again.

Yoongi sighed. He fucking regretted this.

So it was now around 6 pm and he was showering and shaving, which Jimin said was
essential for a Bottoms first time! He even offered to help Yoongi with… hard to reach
places, but Yoongi took a hard pass on that one.

Either way, he was now shaving his legs, making sure any of his leg hair was basically
eradicated. He always trimmed his pubic hair, so it wasn't bad. He didn’t want to get rid of it
all, cause what if something does happen tonight (he hopes, like really hopes something will
happen tonight) and there’s a bunch of random cuts on his ball sack or like his pubic area.

That was a reality he did not want to live in, so he simply trimmed his hair shorter and made
sure it looked neat.

He was also pretty insecure about… his other problem. He really did not want to think about
it, but what if Taehyung was, turned off, or even, disgusted about his curse of a small dick?
And not even small, but Jimin’s quote-unquote “thumb- penis.”

Yoongi bit his fingernail, a nervous tick that he promised to quite a while ago. He ruminated
for a while more, as he said fuck it, and just continued doing his skincare and moisturized all
of his body. He wanted to feel smooth for the man that might just be taking his ass virginity
tonight (hopefully).

He heard a loud knock on his door as he was disturbed out of his thoughts “Yoongi!! Open
the door, Jimin said to wear this!” Jungkook said sweetly. Yoongi already knew by the tone of
his voice that it was bad.

He only opened the door so much that his face showed and his body was covered in a towel.
In front of him, Jungkook was holding out some black panties and a black lacy bodysuit.
Jungkook looked shy as he practically held it like it was poisoned.

“Jimin what the fuck is this!!!”

It was now 7 pm and Jimin was adding the final touches to his makeup and hair. Jungkook
was still trying to decide if Yoongi will wear the black Dior dress shoes or Chanel Leather
Loafers. Both pairs were Jimins, ever the black loving fancy shoe fiend, but Yoongi was
grateful for their kindness.

Right now, Yoongi was wearing a black dress shirt and dress pants complimented with a
silver and black leopard print jacket. His hair was tossed around and a bit messy but neat, and
his eyes were lined with a little more winged liner and smugged, settling for a compromise
with both of their likes. He had a reddish lip tint with a clear gloss over and some more blush
on his cheeks and nose. To add on, now he had every one of the piercings that he has adorned
with silver hoops, studs, and crosses.

Yoongi did not end up wearing the bodysuit, even with Jimin’s protests.

“And, done,” Jimin said as he blended out the last of his eyeshadow. He added some brown
on his crease for the dramatics.

Jungkook also seemed to be finished with his choice and was now rummaging through his
closet for the perfect belt. He decided on a CK belt with the logo on the latch. He brought the
Dior shoes to Yoongi and put them on the ground next to his feet. They were shiny and just
screamed authentic and expensive.

“Dont you dare get a scratch on them, I’m still paying them off!” Jimin said as Yoongi put on
the shoes. The other man would literally never even dare to. These are one of the few luxuries
that the students indulge themselves with, not having to rely on cheap knockoffs all the time.

“Thank you so much, Jimin,” Yoongi said with a smile and a slight hug. The other man
stayed shocked for a moment and then squeezed Yoongi back.

“Alright lover boy, save that affection for tonight, and you better not come back to this
apartment unless you are doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning at 9 am,” Jimin said.
Yoongi rolled his eyes at the very very strange patronizing that Jimin gave him. Jungkook
handed him the belt and then fixed one of Yoongi’s strayed hairs.

“And make sure to tell Tae that he has to treat you right cause if not, I will make sure to rock
his shit again like I did the night me and Jimin first fucked!” Jungkook exclaimed, too
innocently for the words that just came out of his mouth. Yoongi shook his head a little. He
felt like a kid with very messed up parents letting him on his first date, practically shoving
him to have sex. Which they really were.

“Okay legal guardians because the binary of Mom and Dad disowns the idea of Nonbinary
and nonpaternal parenting,” Yoongi says as he starts walking out the door. “I won’t be back
until 9 am tomorrow!” Jimin and Jungkook follow him as he rushes down the stairs cause his
uber is already here.

“Don’t forget to text us!!” Jimin shouts as Yoongi almost trips out of the apartment lobby.

“He grew up so fast.” Jimin faux wiped a tear from his eye as Jungkook leaned his head on
the shorters.

“Yeah, those shoes are so getting scratched.” Jungkook sighed as Jimin nodded. He was too
happy to be mad about the comment, so he just dragged the taller boy to the wall.
“Now that we're alone…” Jimin says as he slams the door behind them. Jungkook just
beamed. “Say less.”

The uber drive was uneventful on the way there, it was a 15-minute ride, and Yoongi abused
every single one by texting the man that he was about to meet. He does feel a bit rude for not
talking to the driver once, but the man on the wheel looks as tired as he was when he just
drank 2 bottles of wine on that one, horrible, not spoken about, night.

KTH- Babe, I'm literally so excited to see you. Like, can you be here like now?

YNGI- lmao im 5 mins away, theres traffic.

KTH- literally stfu traffic i wanna see my cute date.

YNGI- no you stfu. I wanna see you too, btw.

KTH- AWWWWW i feel so wanted its crazy <3

YNGI- always want you

KTH- come here and i’ll show you how much i want you too <3

YNGI- lol ill be there in a minute.

Yoongi turned off his phone and blushed. This man can make him melt with literally an
Instagram DM.
When the driver pulled up to the restaurant, Yoongi almost gasped at how amazing it looked.
It was part of a resort, and the reception area was decorated with roman inspired columns and
lighted with golden light from the roofs. The Oui was decorated in a countryside french
restaurant-style, with bricks holding up its structure. Yoongi was amazed that such a clash of
architecture could fit in so well! And the entrance to the Oui was an arch shape, he’s always
been fascinated with arches and how they cement so well together.

When the driver stops at the reception area, Yoongi thanked him and made sure to send a
good tip his way for not commenting on the way “this generation does not look up from their
phones.” like most older drivers do.

He walks in a little nervously into the waiting area, looking for the beautiful man that invited
him there.

When he does not see him, Yoongi reaches for his back pocket, opening his phone to text
him. Midway through his where are you he feels someone tap at his shoulder and shocks up
to turn around, ready to apologize or glare at someone.

But then his eyes meet Taehyung’s kind, big, brown eyes, and beautiful square-shaped lips.
Even with one simple look at the man, he knows he's so screwed right now.

The man in front of him was wearing a loose silky red shirt tucked in black dress pants with
brown Chanel loafers. He had a small gold choker chain adorning his neck and golden
earrings. His eyes wore some brown eyeshadow and his lips with clear gloss. Hands adorned
with golden rings and bracelet chains.

He literally looked like a god. A goddamn honey-skinned god.

“Hi.” Taehyung smiled as Yoongi just stared for a moment. Both of them were admiring each
other, staring each other up and down until Yoongi broke the brief silence by sticking out his
hands, motioning the taller to meet his.
“Hey.” Yoongi smiled as he blushed a little. Their fingers interlocked and they maintained
eye contact for a while before Taehyung cleared his throat and let go of one of the older’s
hands.

“Shall we go in?” He motioned with the now free hand. Yoongi flushed a little and nodded.

“Of course, Kim Taehyung.”

The date was so perfect that Yoongi forgot that time was even a concept. Sipping on wine and
trying different pieces of bread and cheeses and grilled meats while joking and reminiscing
on life is the best way to just be happy.

“Yeah, that night Jungkook literally got some super strength and almost broke my nose,”
Taehyung said and Yoongi chuckled at the thought of the bunny-like younger boy being
anything but innocent.

“Like, I literally could have had a scar, and ruined my perfect face!” Taehyung whined
jokingly and Yoongi giggled as he slapped Taehyung on the chest. He was now sitting next to
Taehyung instead of in front of him, hugging the younger and close. The lighting of the
restaurant was dim, perfect for a romantic flare. Couples were everywhere, many had been
here for hours or just came for a good meal, but it seemed to be constantly busy, but not too
loud. Only the whispers of promises filled the air and nonsense chatter.

“Nothing can ruin that face, Kim Taehyung.” Yoongi said while looking up and smiling at the
taller. Taheyung just laughed lightly, and Yoongi can feel the vibrations on his cheek.
Taehyung looked down at Yoongi and they just looked at each other and smiled. They were in
solace and happiness.

It was almost magical.

Yoongi saw Taehyung lift his hand to his cheek and felt his fingers stroke his cheekbone.
They stayed like this for a few seconds, the tension palpable. Who’s going to make the next
move?
Yoongi leaned into the touch a little more and Taehyung kept stroking his cheek, and his
fingers reached to touch his lips a little.

A small gasp left Yoongi’s mouth, and a slight smile came from Taehyungs.

The taller finally leaned in a locked his lips with Yoongis, as he melted into the taller man’s
chest impossibly more and rested one of his hands on Taehyung’s chest. They kissed
anywhere from 30 seconds to an hour, he wasn’t really sure anymore. All he knew was that
there was nothing more Yoongi can ask to make this date more perfect.

Once they separated for air, both their cheeks red and eyes a bit watery and dazed, Yoongi
straightened himself up a little and fixed his hair as Taehyung motioned the waiter for the
bill. The taller man then pulled one of the yawning tricks and pulled his arm over Yoongi
once more. Yoongi rolled his eyes and kissed the other lightly on the column of his throat as
the younger purred a little at the affection.

“Do you want to go back to my place, hyung?” Taehyung asked a little nervously, as he
smacked his lips and smiled a bit. A twitch that Yoongi has seen him do a few times already.

Yoongi just smirked at him, not making eye contact as he toyed with the buttons on the silk
shirt. There's the goddamn question.

He finally looks up at the younger, whose eyes were filled with anticipation.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The Uber came around 10 minutes after they got out of the restaurant, still chatting and
laughing about things, as if nothing and no one existed in this world but them.
Once the car was in front of them, Taehyung opened the passenger door and let Yoongi get in
first with the “Your carrier awaits, my liege.” and Yoongi felt like a giggling virgin on their
first date. They held hands during the car ride and laughed at strange moments and just acted
like children for a while, no words, just random bursts of laughter.

At around 3 minutes left until the apartment complex, Yoongi sighed and leaned his head on
Taehyung’s shoulder while he lifted their interlocked fingers and kissed the younger’s wrist.
Taehyung just glanced at the action and looked at the bottom of Yoongi’s head as he did this.

Yoongi kept kissing up to his wrist slowly until he’s reached his knuckles and then his finger.
Once he got to Taehyung’s finger, he extended his hand out straight and grabbed it with both
of his hands, kissing each fingertip lightly and putting it on his cheek. He sighed a little and
looked up, as he met eyes with Taehyung’s now interested and dilated pupils.

“Now kitty, don’t be so impatient,” Taehyung whispered and grabbed his chin with the same
hand lightly. Yoongi just looked up at the other man, a little dazed and warm. He just nodded
and melted into the touch. Taehyung leaned in and pecked the other man’s lips while the
other scowled a little and looked back out the window.

Taehyung’s hand now went and rested on top of his thigh, a dangerous zone to be in right
now. Yoongi sucked in a breath a little and exhaled softly. Taehyung kept his eyes on the
front of him, his hands now rubbing the other man’s thigh up and down, causing his skin to
be covered in goosebumps.

“Right here, yeah on the left. Thank you.” Taehyung said as they pulled into the door of the
main lobby. Yoongi opened the door first and got out as Taehyung thanked the man and made
sure to tip him now as he would be kind of, distracted soon.

Once he was done, he took Yoongi's hand, who pulled him out of the car and then started
running towards the lobby, trying to get the younger to chase him. Taehyung took the bait and
with a few minutes, he trapped Yoongi against a wall and pinned both of his arms above
him.
“Got you, you fly,” Taehyung said. Yoongi just laughed a little.

Both of them were panting, giggling a little bit. It was dark and cold outside, the only lights
were illuminated by the apartments that were still awake and the sidewalk lights.

Yoongi smiled up a bit and got on his toes to peck at Taehyungs lips. He giggled when
Taehyung returned the kiss and then Yoongi pecked him again. This continued for a few more
kisses until Taehyung lowered his hands to cup Yoongi’s head to kiss him properly as they
did on the first night they met. It was even more hungry now, more passionate and hot.
Yoongi felt like every vein of his body was on fire, that he was melting into this man’s body.

Before they got even more into it, Taehyung pulled away a bit and left Yoongi dizzy. They
caught their breaths once again and Taehyung smiled as he kissed Yoongi’s nose. The other
man grumbled and yelped a bit when the younger bit on his nose a little.

“Let’s actually get inside before we do anything here, kitty,” Taehyung said. Yoongi smiled a
bit and punched him lightly on the chest as he was pulled to the lobby. Once they were in the
elevator, they were in front of each other, hugging ask they stole pecks. Waiting, both
desperate for the elevator to ding so they can finally get some privacy.

Lady luck was on their side tonight since no other patrons were using the elevator and
Taehyung practically dragged Yoongi to his door. He opened his door frantically as Yoongi’s
heart almost fell out of his ribcage as he waited.

He only had a few moments to take off his shoes, really a few seconds as he was pinned into
the nearest wall, hands above his head as Taehyung dove into his neck and kissed sloppily.
Yoongi let out a small moan and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

“Let’s finally finish what we started tonight, my Kitty.” Taehyung smiled a bit and Yoongi
did back. This time, he got his hands out of Taehyung’s hold and looped them around his
neck, smashing their lips furiously and slotted their mouths together. He bit Taehyung’s
bottom lip and traced it with his tongue as he felt the other man’s hands grip his hips.
“I would love to, Kim Taehyung.” Yoongi smirked as he let go of the other man's lip and then
bit his own. Taehyung cursed at the action and squatted a little to grab the mad from the back
of his thighs to get his legs to wrap around his torso.

Yoongi yelped when he felt himself get elevated into the air and laughed a little as Taehyung
almost stumbled both of them on the couch.

“I know, I’m heavy as fuck.” Yoongi said while smiling.

“No, I think it’s the wine,” Taehyung responded. Yoongi laughed at that.

The taller man laughed too, then reconnected their lips together as they got closer to his
bedroom. They kissed lightly in the air, not wanting to cause an accident during their
passionate encounter.

Soon enough, they reached the bedroom and Yoongi finally saw the same man he saw in the
club that night. A fucking demon ready to practically eat him alive.

Taehyung pounces him once he's dropped on the bed, on top of him and kisses his lips for a
moment, and then goes down his neck. Yoongi undoes the jacket he has on, and then toys
with his buttons, taking them off one by one because it’s his best dress shirt. He then
unbuttons Taehyung’s silk shirt carefully, not wanting to ruin the beautiful quality, and
wanting to see the golden skin that has been teasing him all night.

Once both shirts are unbuttoned, they both separate for a second to take them off and throw
them on the floor, both of them desperately getting back to their previous position. Taehyung
is now sucking hickeys on his jugular and goes down sucking onto his clavicle.

Yoongi feels so good, yet aware of every single feeling that he has right now. It’s almost
overwhelming to think about, yet all thoughts are gone when Taehyung gets back up at eye
level and then starts rubbing their crotches together harshly. Yoongi cries out in surprise and
pleasure, the pressure is fucking amazing and he wants to feel it so much more.
“Fucking christ Yoongi.” Taehyung says as he brings one of his hands to Yopngi’s mouth,
sticking two of his finger into the warm and wet cavern. He’s noticed Yoongis oral fixation,
and a slight obsession with his hands, so he abuses it a little and pushes deeper this time.

“Come on baby, suck on these really good for me.” Taehyung teases as he continues thrusting
his crotch onto Yoongi’s. Fuck, his cock is so fucking hard right now, Yoongi flushes even
more at the thought that his cock is so hard yet no one would know. Yoongi knows that
Taehyung is enjoying this, the snake in his pants gave it away immediately ever since they
got out of the elevator.

Yoongi did suck on the fingers though, he did so diligently, making sure to take as much as
he can, knuckle deep, and begging for more to show that his head game is not weak at all.
He’s pretty much a professional at such.

He almost misses the fingers once they are out of his mouth, and he definitely does not whine
when it is out of his mouth. Taehyung chuckles at the action but then leans back on his knees
to unbuckle Yoongi’s belt and unbutton his pants. As he pulls down, Yoongi almost forgot
about his gift for the younger.

“Fuck, babe.” Taehyung gasped a little in wonder as he saw the black lacy panties adorn the
man’s pale skin. Yoongi flushed at the reaction and put his arm over his face in
embarrassment. He said he did not wear the bodysuit, but he compromised with the
underwear. It looked nice on him.

Taehyung could definitely agree.

“Shit baby, you’re so pretty,” Taehyung said, almost in awe. He starts stroking his large hands
against Yoongi’s hipbone and drags his hands down.

“Shut up.” Yoongi groans a little and then gets shushed by the younger.
“Baby, you're so fucking gorgeous, let me see your face. Let me show you how gorgeous you
really are.” Taehyung went down to his navel, kissing him there and down slowly, worshiping
what feels like every inch of his body. Yoongi’s breath stutters a bit when he gets close to his
crotch, watching the other man hook his fingers around the straps of the panties.

Here it goes…

Yoongi hears a small gasp come from Taehyung and his hands shoot up from his face as he
feels flush in embarrassment.

He probably fucking hates it. Wants to stop now because of his stupid small cock.-

His thoughts were interrupted when Taehyung lowered his lips onto his cock and Yoongi saw
fucking stars.

He felt the younger suck hard, Yoongi squirmed and his lower back lifted off of the bed. His
hands shot down to grip on the sheets and were grabbed by Taehyung and were pinned to his
sides as he tried to escape the absolute pleasure he felt right now.

He felt tears fill his eyes, the tightness overwhelming, and nothing he’s ever felt anything like
this before. He looked down at Taehyung, and almost sobbed when he saw the younger’s
dark eyes meet his and taking his whole cock with ease.

As Taehyung saw tears in his eyes, he knew that he was getting his goal.

Make him fucking cry.

And he did just that, now sucking him off until Yoongi came down his throat and not letting
go.
When Yoongi felt that, he was ready for the man to give him a break, but when he heard the
sloppy sounds of spit and cum continue, the same feeling of mind-boggling pleasure wracked
his body.

“Please, Taehyung. Fuck Please, please.” Yoongi sobbed overstimulated and tears were
running down his cheeks. He didn’t even know what he was begging for, just needed
something, for him to stop or to keep going, he needed that.

Taehyung did not stop until he was about to cum, essentially edging him for what was to
come.

Yoongi panted harshly and wiped tears from his eyes, he felt floaty and didn’t even question
when Taehyung flipped him over so his ass was facing the younger.

“It will be easier to take me like this baby, alright? I’m going to prep you right now, is that
okay?” Taehyung said, his voice revealing that he is equally as desperate. Yoongi nodded
dumbly, knowing whatever it was that he could trust Taehyung.

He presented himself for Taehyung to take, his back arched deeply and his shoulders hit the
bed. God, he was fucking ready for whatever was to come.

“Good job baby, you’re so good for me,” Taehyung said as he rubbed his hands on the globes
of his ass, playing with it, for a bit. “Fuck, so fucking hot.”

He felt Taehyung shift a bit and saw him reach for a bottle of lube in the drawer next to his
head. After that, he really did not know what was going on until he heard a cap open and
moments later, fingers with slightly cold lube covered his hole gently.

He gasped at the sensation, almost rejecting it until Taehyung gripped his cock and balls with
one hand, and all discomfort from before was now replaced with pure pleasure. He
whimpered and then pushed back on the fingers, a signal so Taehyung could finally continue
what he’s been wanting to do for a while now.
He pushes two fingers into him and then starts thrusting lightly. Yoongi sighs at this, but
when he moves a bit to get more comfortable, he lets out a yelp and moans as his body begs
him to do it again.

“Aw, baby we found your spot,” Taehyung says, and Yoongi could hear the smirk in his
taunting tone. Maybe he did have a bit of asshole in him after all.

Get it? Okay.

Once he let out a small moan of pleasure the second time, Taehyung continued thrusting
towards that spot harshly, turning Yoongi into a babbling mess again. Soon enough, he adds
3, doing the same motion. It hurts a bit, but it feels good. The stretch hurts a bit but feels so
fucking good, he can’t help but want more.

“More, please,” Yoongi begs quietly. Taehyung smiles at the request and pushes his pinkie in
with his other fingers. Yoongi moans when he feels the other man’s knuckles pass his rim and
pushes back to take more.

“Fucking size queen.” Taehyung laughs in disbelief. He’s never had someone who enjoyed
being stretched so much. And it being Yoongi’s first time with another man, from what he has
heard, he just knows he's found his perfect fucking match. He's almost tempted to fit his fist
in there to please the smaller. Fuck, but that's for another day.

“Yes, please. More Tae, please.” Yoongi feels stupid with these requests. The stretch feels so
fucking good, he wants more. Something deeper and bigger. He’s never even taken cock
before, but this stretch is something he’s never thought he wanted.

“Alright baby, I know what you need now.” Yoongi almost cried out in sadness when he felt
his fingers leave his rim. He wiggled his ass and stuck it out. He felt his asshole fucking
beating to get something inside him.

“Please, need it now, please.” Yoongi whimpered. He doesn’t even recognize himself right
now, he feels utterly useless, just waiting to get fucked thoroughly by something big.
“Okay baby, I got you. Wait a bit.” Taehyung ripped the condom over his cock and lubed it
up some more for safety. He stroked his cock to the sight of the trembling boy under him and
groaned a bit. Fuck, this was going to be so good.

He gripped the fat of the man's ass with one hand and lined up his cock with the other.
Yoongi gasped at the feeling of the cock pushing against his rim. He made sure he relaxed a
bit to take it comfortably. It was clear Taehyung was a bit hesitant at first, so he knew he had
to reassure him a little.

“You can, put it in,” Yoongi said, voice rough. Taehyung sighed and they gasped
simultaneously once, his head was fully in. Yoongi whimpered a bit. It was so much different
than the hand, but it still felt good.

“Keep going, now please,” Yoongi said, his voice pitched high.

“Okay baby, tell me if anything hurts, alright?” He reassured and Yoongi nodded silently.

Yoongi almost felt like crying once Taehyung was fully inside him. The cock felt so fucking
girthy and long and good, it was so so good. Once he was ready for more, he wiggled his ass
on the cock a bit and said “you can move now.”

Taehyung started slow but deep. Yoongi could feel every single inch of him leave his body
and go back in. It felt like a punch but deep in his gut, and to say that he liked was an
understatement.

After a while of this, Yoongi wanted more and he could tell Taehyung did as well.

“Please Tae, faster. I want it, fast and rough.” Yoongi begged. Taehyung felt nervous, he
really did not want to hurt the smaller boy.
“Bu-but, babe are you sure-” Taehyung was interrupted with his own groan as Yoongi thrust
back on his cock and looked up at him.

“Fuck me hard, master,” Yoongi said breathlessly. Taehyung smirked at this grabbed his hips
harshly.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Once he had permission, Taehyung fucked Yoongi into the bed. Pistoning his sporadically
gets calculated. Once he found Yoongi’s prostate again, he made sure to shut up the smaller
boy and reduced him to only whimpers and cries.

“Kitty likes big dick huh?” Taehyung says as he punctuates each word with a thrust. Yoongi
cries out in the bed, the pleasure was just so fucking much. He literally cannot think or say
anything but agree and beg.

This time, he did not agree and Taehyung slapped his ass, testing the waters a bit. When
Yoongi moaned at this, he smiled and asked again.

“Kitty likes masters big cock, huh? Answer me, kitty.” Taehyung pauses his thrusting
immediately, feeling the smaller rim pulse desperately. The smaller cried out at the pause, not
used to the sudden loss of pleasure.

Taehyung slaps his ass again, a bit harsher and Yoongi moans again. “Answer my question,
kitty.”

“Yes sir, yes I love you cock, please, need it.” Yoongi babbled, truly crying for something
that he needs. Taehyung loved how stupid he sounded, it made him feel so powerful that he
could reduce someone so collected into such a mess.

“Good boy, such a pretty boy for me,” He said, as he stroked his as gently and continued
thrusting harshly again. Yoongi cried out at the sudden momentum and now thrust back with
him.

“Sluttly boy, such a small cock, no wonder he needs a big dick to feel good.” Taehyung
teased wanting to see the boy in front of him submit, and test the waters to his perfect boy's
pleasures.

“Yes sir, love your cock.” Yoongi slurred. He was so fucking close to coming, he didn’t even
understand all he was saying and doing.

“Baby, are you close. Cause I am.” Taehyung gasps as his thrusts get more erratic and
uncontrolled. Yoongi feels it too and reaches down to stroke his cock to get off.

But Taehyung sees this and pins that hand down.

“No baby, you've been so good lately, dont ruin it. I need you to come solely from my cock,
you get it?” Taehyung says close to his ear. Yoongi cries and nods either way. He wants this
so bad, wants to please Taehyung so bad.

“Yes sir, please let me come,” Yoongi begs. Taehyung smiles and kisses his back as he
focuses and hits Yoongi’s spot so he could release. Yoongi sobs, the feeling of being on the
edge so long is getting to his head, brainless to everything but Taehyung. He was waiting for
permission, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

“Please sir, please.” Yoong cried sobbing wracked his body.

Taehyung almost felt bad, but another part of him was so fucking hot for this. He needed this
power, his stomach felt full and warm and he wanted to keep this man next to him for the rest
of his life. After a few seconds, he tested Yoogi and cupped his balls. He massaged them and
the other boy let out a silent scream, begging for some release, but he didn't come.

“Okay now baby, you can let go,” Taehyung said as he thrust harshly his last few thrusts. He
whimpered, it felt so fucking good, and let the condom fill. He saw his vision literally turn
white as he did, the best orgasm of his fucking life and he caught himself from falling on
Yoongi. Yoongi had the same reaction get his cock spurt cum on the bedsheets and he
collapsed onto the bed like a rag doll.

Both of the men were exhausted, Taehyung fell carefully onto Yoongi who groaned a bit and
just accepted it for a while. Maybe 3 minutes later, he finally gathered the strength to say
something.

“That was fucking awesome,” Yoongi said. Taehyung laughed at the remark and nodded his
head.

“Yeah, it was.” They both still enjoyed the warmth of each other after such an affair,
however, Yoongi did not appreciate the extra weight on his back.

“Now can you please get out and off of me,” Yoongi said.

Taehyung chuckled again. “Gladly.” Yoongi winced as he felt the large fucking cock get out
of him. His ass felt empty, trying to close up again. It was a bit embarrassing but hot all at the
same time.

Taehyung took off his condom and tied it and threw it away. He turned around again to face
Yoongi, who was already looking at him and wrapped with the blanket. The older man
opened his arms ( and blanket) and motioned Taehyung to come between them. The younger
complied. They both just lay in their sweat and cum on Taehyung’s bed, still getting off of the
cloud they just rode on. It was a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“So, I think I discovered something about myself today, Kim Taehyung.” Yoongi began.
Taehyung looked at him with a smirk and an eyebrow raised.

“Well, care to share what that is?” Taehyung said. He already knew the answer, the sex was
incredible and they practically belong together.
“One, the Oui really is the best bistro in this country,” Yoongi said as he played with the
blanket on Taehyung’s chest. The younger rolled his eyes at the ridiculous and out-of-place
comment.

“And two, I really enjoy being with you and having sex with you, and we should do all of it
again. You made my first experience with another guy really nice.” Yoongi said shyly and
glanced up at Taehyung, who was practically melting at the cuteness of the other man.

“I agree on both of those discoveries, and I would like to revise the second one,” Taehyung
said matter-of-factly. Yoongi raised his eyebrow this time. “And how would that be, Mr. Kim
Taehyung.”

“That Jimin told me about your first real one.” Taehyung laughed as Yoongi cursed out a very
classy “son of a bitch.” to the man who can stop haunting his life.

“Okay, okay, sorry.” Taehyung wiped tears from his eye from laughing as Yoongi pouted a
little.

“Sorry, my ass,” Yoongi said and Taehyung jumped right into that one.

“Literally.” He commented.

“Shut up!!!” Yoongi said and whined as he punched Taehyung in the chest hardly. The other
man winced in pain and Yoongi was satisfied for a second.

“But for real, I really do agree with the second one. But I would revise that we should do this
consistently. I really do like you hyung, you are someone who I like and I want to keep you
by my side.” He paused and made intense eye contact with Yoongi.

“However, I want you to feel the same way.” He said hopefully and a bit pleadingly. Yoongi
just smiled. He was a simple man, needed love, respect, some good food, and now dick.
“Of course, I do want to do this again. And again, and again. And again, and again….”
Yoongi says even faster and Taehyung just covers his mouth with a kiss and they both giggle
into it.

It was silent again for a while, but then Taehyung interrupted the silence.

“So, are we gonna start haunting those two now?” He asked and looked at Yoongi while
interlocking fingers. Yoongi cuddled into him.

“Fuck yes!”

PJM and YNGI

PJM- Yoongiiiii

YOOONGIII

YOOOONGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

You better be getting laid rn

I know i am

LMAO JK

I am though

But this is about you

Its been like 4 hours already, either your dead or getting laid asf

OMG its 3 am and you are not back, yay! LAIIDDDD

SLUTTT TIME
Love ya slut, stay safe! Now your asshole is literally gonna be ruined.
 YNGI- This is Taehyung!!! And yes, he got laid.

Photo

he sleeping right now >8<

Yeah, hes mine now <3

Chapter End Notes

shiiit this is the end of this mini series LOL, so I wanted to ask which one to write.
Comment down below.

A) Jimin * Yoongi- alpha/alpha. Both want to be happy with each other, but they don't
know how. Sweet, smut, discovering themselves. 3 chapters

B) Jin * Yoongi- omega/alpha- Jin, a powerful omega CEO, finds himself infatuated
with his COO's new secretary. Yoongi, a 27 year old alpha still unsure of what to do in
his life, doesn't know how to feel about a man courting him, let alone an OMEGA. So
when Yoongi finally accepts sweet Jin, things go great for them. Until Yoongi
remembers that Jin is richer, older, more powerful, and more recognized... Jin is a rich
man, and there is nothing good about that. 3 chapters but very long ones.
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