TAEGI SMUTS [ᵃᵒ3]

Want A Ride Tonight?

Ao3 by : carameLIZed_suga

Summary :

Yoongi knows he’s making noises now, but he doesn’t care. Their driver knows and now they know that he knows, basically everyone knows everything, and there is no reason to hide anymore.

In which Yoongi gets a handjob from a random chick in the back of an uber, while keeping eye contact through the rearview mirror with hot uber driver Taehyung, who later fucks him on his kitchen counter.

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Yoongi isn’t drunk. Tipsy, if anything, but not drunk. And from what he’s gathered, the girl he’s dancing with isn’t drunk either, but that doesn’t keep her from rubbing her butt against his crotch in the lewdest way. A way that makes it a little hard (no pun intended) for Yoongi to focus on anything else, like the beat of the music for example, or the people dancing around them, or the cup he’s holding.

Which is why only a second later he feels cold liquid slosh over his hand, the sticky drink running between his fingers, down his arm… and directly onto her dress. Shit.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” He shouts over the music, when she flinches out of his hold, looking at the wet spot on her side, painfully visible against the pale blue fabric. She laughs and turns around, her blond hair almost whipping him in the face.

“It’s alright,” She says while leaning in, her face only centimeters from his. “I know I can be quite the distraction.”

Yoongi lifts an eyebrow. Feeling her hot breath on his lips makes him realize how horny their dancing has really left him, a hot sensation tingling in his lower stomach, and he lifts his hand, the clean one, to brush a strand of blond hair out of her face.

“How about we get out of here?” It’s a lame line, he totally knows that, but earlier tonight when he was chatting her up with the generic ‘Are you here alone?’, she took it good-humoredly, so he decides to stick with the cheesy shit.

She grins at him, pearl white teeth flashing, and for a moment he thinks it’s a safe bet, she’s going to say yes, but then her brows furrow and she blinks a couple of times as if remembering something.

“Ah, shit,” She fumbles with the little handbag slung over her shoulder and pulls out her phone. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, it’s already so late and…” She looks at him with a sheepish smile. “I have a job interview tomorrow.”

Yoongi snorts. Literally audibly snorts, because that’s the worst excuse he’s ever heard. He immediately feels bad after the sound left his throat. It’s not like he’s entitled to sex, only because they had fun dancing for a while.

“I know what this sounds like,” She says with a whine in her voice. “But I swear it’s true!”

“You don’t owe me an explanation, it’s alright,” Yoongi says with a smile, taking a step back.

“No, okay, wait… let me give you my number,” She holds her hand out, a silent way of asking for his phone. “I wanna meet up again, I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“You don’t have to–“

“I want to!”

“Uh… okay,” Yoongi pats for his phone, finds it in his back pocket and pulls it out. When he unlocks it, he sees that he has a couple of messages from Hoseok and takes a mental note to check them after this.

“So, you really have a job interview tomorrow?” He shouts over the music, while handing her the phone. His throat will definitely be sore tomorrow. She nods and starts typing in, what he hopes is really her number.