(EDITING- Storyline changes a lot)
This is a polyamorous story between all the members of bts. It's gay. It's smutty. It's angsty. And it's fluffy.
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It's my first book so it's obviously cringy.
"Right there, baby." I moan as Yoongi pounds into me from behind. My hands firmly planted on his desk that I'm bent over in his office.
He called me here immediately after I got out of class because he needed someone to bring him lunch. Of course I agreed because I miss our one-on-one time since it's been a while. Not that I only miss the sex with him, I just missed spending time with him in general.
So as soon as Jimin and Jungkook drove home after our.. er... session, I drove to the company and went straight to Yoongi's studio.
I did not expect him to be in a mood when I got here so I was surprised when he pulled me into his studio immediately after I knocked and immediately locked the door.
I still think it's unfair only Jungkook has the pass code.
He had pulled me into a knee-buckling kiss right after and we went downhill from there.
First, he made me get on my knees and fucked my face until he came deep in my throat before he bent me over his work table. Which brings us to now, him pounding into me with reckless abandon and me taking every bit of it.
I'm really glad is studio is soundproof because the way he keeps hitting my sweet spot makes it so that I can't control the volume of my moans anymore.
His thrusts are punishing, relentless and I wonder what might've got him so riled up. I'm not complaining though. I like it when he's rough like this because that means he'll want me to fuck him rough after.
His one hand is holding my hair tightly and I revel in the sweet pain his grip causes. His other hand is on my throat, cutting off my air supply, just how I like it.
"You like that, don't you, slut?" He hisses the crude question through his teeth, his voice deep and husky. Sexy. "You like being my cum slut, don't you?"
His words and the sound of his raspy voice makes my knees buckle and I moan louder.
"Shut the fuck up and take it, whore." He says before I feel the hand on my hip leaving followed by a sharp smack on my ass. That makes me moan even louder and the hand on my hair moves to my mouth, effectively smothering my moans even though we don't have to.
"Are you gonna cum, baby?" His voice is taunting now and that makes my cock twitch while I mumble a 'yes' into his hand.
"But I don't want you to cum." He says before pulling out of me, making me whimper in protest.
"Why not?" I whine when he starts to dress me back up, knowing damn well I didn't get to cum.
"Because I said so. Plus, only good boys get to cum, you've been bad and you know it." Yoongi says this while pulling his own pants up.
Is he really leaving me like this. I know I've been bitching a lot lately but this is just cruel.
"It hurts." I whine more because this shit really does hurt.
"I know, baby. But you're my little painslut, you can handle it." He says while pulling me into another kiss, making me moan and rub myself against him.
He chuckles darkly before he pulls back completely, rounds the desk and sits down on his chair.
Well shit!
"What did you bring for lunch? We can eat together." Why is he doing this to me right now and what happened to me fucking him after? He's sitting there like he didn't just fuck my brains out and leave me on the edge. What the fuck?
"Sit down, darling. I'm starving."
I do as I am told, all while sulking on the inside about my denied orgasm, and pull the takeout from the bags. Jin would pop a vein if he found out I bought food instead of getting it from home. He's cheap like that. Or he just doesn't like us eating food that wasn't prepared by him. One would think he doesn't want us to be poisoned or something, but he just enjoys cooking for us. It's like his love language or something.
"Here." I hand Yoongi his food and dig into mine.
We eat in silence for a while until I feel his eyes on me, making me look up and arch an eyebrow at him in question.
"Are you okay?" He asks me, which is very confusing after what we just did but I answer anyway.
"Yeah, why?" I ask him.
"Hoseok brought a girl home and I haven't heard you say anything about it." He says and I stiffen because I did not want to have this conversation. Ever.
I shrug before I answer vaguely, "I don't have anything to say. It doesn't bother me."
"Taehyung. You don't need to lie to me, to any of us, you know that." He says, his voice taking on a calming tone while his brows furrow.
I don't blame him for having these concerns because I haven't admitted how much it hurt me when Hoseok brought that girl home.
"Does my opinion even matter?" I ask him, putting my food down because I have lost my appetite. I admit my question was a little harsh but I can't take it back now.
"Of course it matters, sweetheart. You're in this relationship too, are you not." He asks softly and I mutter a 'yes', looking down on the table where I was fucked only five minutes ago, fiddling my fingers.
The mood switched up way too fast.I hate it.
"Then yes, your opinion matters. You're allowed to disagree with what Hoseok did just like everyone else.", he stands up from the couch, rounds it and kneels beside my chair.
Holding my hand while looking up at me, he says, "This 'i give no fucks' facade that you put on is not healthy, baby. You have to let people in. Let us in. You don't need to pretend to be strong all the time, it's okay to feel. To show that you are happy, sad or hurt. We want to see that, baby. We want to be there for you, all you have to do is let us in. Let us in and we'll hold you and be there for you through it."
My vision blurs with tears at his words and for the first time in a long time, I let them fall. I allow myself to feel and show how I feel by crying it out. Yoongi stands from his kneeling position and pulls my head to his chest. Holding me there while I cry.
I cry tears of frustration with myself. Tears of relief that I've finally let my feelings show and that they want me to. Tears of happiness because nobody has ever said anything like this to me. Tears of anger. Tears of hurt and pain that Hobi felt the need to bring a girl home. I cry because even with this I can't fault him for it. I cry and cry and cry until I can't cry anymore. Until all that's left are sniffles and burning eyes.
Yoongi holds me through that and when I get everything out of my chest. He holds me as I tell him how hurt I am about what Hoseok did. How much it hurt when Jungkook said he doesn't feel like he deserves us. How useless Jimin feels that he can't be the little Hoseok wants.
He holds me through it all until I fall asleep on his chest, on the couch in his studio.
He holds me just like he promised he would. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● I got whiplash writing this but it had to be done lol.
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