Quit Smoking Hotline (Min Yoongi x OC FF)

Fourteen

A/N; DISCLAIMER: trigger warning. Alcohol consumption and intoxication. PLEASE DRINK RESPONSIBLY.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT. I will place markers to specify the sm*t starts and ends, so you may skip ahead if you wish.

I-ji's POV

I'm not trying to one-up Yoongi-oppa or anything if that's what you're thinking.

I'm very aware that he's been drinking alcohol legally since I was 5. I will reiterate again, this man is old-old. Don't tell him I said that.

But it's fair for me to say, no? This ahjussi is a decade older than me. 13 years, to be exact.

"I'm not tipsy," I tell him. He pulls a face, showing that he doesn't believe me.

By now, we are halfway through a third movie, and I've mixed us 7 more drinks after the espresso martini.

We've had Gin & Tonics, Screwdrivers, Mojitos, Vodka cranberries, Classic martinis, Whiskey sours and Sex on the beaches. Or was it Sexes on the beach? Sexes on the Beaches?

Okay, we are kinda hammered. Again.

We're sprawled out comfortably on my small couch, a tangle of jostling limbs and elbows under the fluffy throw blanket. We've probably eaten like, 20 tangerines between the two of us. Or was it 20 each? I can't remember.

I shifted uncomfortably. It was getting hot under the blanket, and my body was feeling a little warm from all the alcohol.

"Stop wriggling," he complains. I wriggle some more, making him shift his position and give me a gentle kick or two back.

My foot suddenly touches a certain place. 

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Yoongi-oppa yowls. I prod the area again.

In hindsight, I should've been able to realise where exactly on his body I was prodding with my big toe. It's honestly embarrassing that I hadn't caught on sooner, given the amount of dick jokes I make on a daily basis. None in this book though, I'm saving you from that.

I'm blaming it on the alcohol, and the fact that I've never touched a penis.

To specify for those who are confused: Yes, I dated a girl, my nasty and only ex, Ava. That does not mean that I'm lesbian, however. I do feel attraction towards men, or women, or any individual regardless of their sex or gender identity. In other words, I believe the label the world has categorised me in is pansexual. I don't love the label though. Either I like a person, or I don't. It doesn't matter to me. My sexuality is so fluid that I don't feel comfortable trapping it in labelled boxes.

Anyways, back to what's happening. I prod him again, only to realise that the area felt different- it felt stiffer, swollen. My giggles ceased. Yoongi-oppa's attempts to control his breathing and the film are the only noises that fill the air.

Oh god, was that his dick? Is he seriously hard right now?

I was suddenly pushed into the couch. I watched with widened eyes as Yoongi-oppa's figure loomed over me, encasing mine.

"I thought I made it pretty clear for you to stop," he says in a low, husky tone.

I gulped. "I'm sorry," I whispered back. "I'd no idea that was your dick." Then the dam broke. I couldn't control my laughter.

My giggles ceased again when I felt him collect my wrists in his large hand, pulling it roughly above my head, trapping them.

"Is this funny to you? That I'm in this predicament that is your fault, by the way?" he asks me, again in that low tone that caused shivers to run down my spine, eyes flashing.