Jikook FF

Chapter 22

*3 days later*

~A/N: smut warning

Taehyung's POV-

I wake up to sun in my eyes, midday bright and hitting my eyes through the broken part of my blinds. I grab my phone off the table and see that it's a little after one. I'm guessing nobody is home, because the house is silent.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, I collapse back onto my bed and grab my phone, going through my notifications. Jimin texted me about two hours ago, saying he was going to the mall with Jungkook, and to call him if I needed him. Jin texted me way before that, saying that he told everyone to let me sleep in because he knew I'd been up late. And then some more notifications from different social media apps and DoorDash and whatnot. But I know what I'm looking for, and I don't find it.

A text, a missed call, anything from Yoongi. 

I don't know what my obsession is, and I feel really bad because Yoongi is Jimin's. But I've been catching myself looking at him and wanting him.

Don't get me wrong, there is no jealousy when I see him and Jimin together, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't think about what it would feel like for him to look at me the way he looks at Jimin. Or touch me the way he probably touches Jimin behind closed doors.

I let my mind sinfully linger on that thought as i put my phone on the bed and run my hand down my body to my waistband. I'm already mostly hard, my mind on how firm Yoongi's hands would be.. grabbing my body and pushing me against the wall.

His lips rough on mine and one hand on my neck, the other's fingers digging into my waist. My hand grips my dick and I start to stroke, letting out a groan. Feels so fucking good. Imagining Yoongi's hands, his strong body, his face, oh my god.

I sit up slightly and reach over to my nightstand, getting the lube and pushing down the waistline of my sweats. Once my dick is free, I pour a little lube on it, lay back against my pillows and take it in my hand again, smearing lube all over it and letting my mind drift back to Yoongi.

By now we would have fallen onto my bed, my hands trying to undress him as my body writhes under his weight, trying to get closer to him. His mouth on my neck making me more needy and his hand traveling down to the bulge at my crotch.

My hand speeds up, the lube making the glide up and down easy, pleasure rippling up my spine. I groan and let my head fall back. This is so dirty and so wrong, thinking about him like this but it feels so good and so right.

I think about how his hand would grip my dick exactly like this, his dark eyes on my face watching me come apart. "Yoongi.." I whimper, feeling myself get close.

My door fucking opens.

"Taehyung-ah— oh fuck!"

Wanna take a guess exactly who it was?

***

Yes, the person of my lustful fantasies is in my doorway. Yoongi has walked in on me, his shocked eyes on my exposed STILL ROCK HARD PENIS for just half a second before I jump to try to cover myself and he curses and quickly pulls the door back closed.

Oh fuck, god why me??? I don't think I've been this embarrassed ever. And there are videos of me acting tough in eyeliner and skinny jeans permanently on the internet.

Did he hear me say his fucking name?? Oh my god. On top of that he's STILL OUTSIDE MY DOOR. And he's.. oh my.. for the love of GOD ABOVE, he's LAUGHING at me!! HOWLING actually.

I get up from my bed and march over to the door, my face hot. I whip open the door. "WHATEVER HAPPENED TO KNOCKING ??"I ask. 

"I WAS COMING TO CHECK ON YOU!" Yoongi wheezes, his hand over his eyes. "I heard you down the hallway, Taetae—"