Friendships Desires and Secrets

Smoke and Whisky

It was nearing Christmas when the members of BTS and their ladies heard the final call for restroom breaks before their landing at LAX. Jimin was particularly nervous throughout the flight. The majority of the team knew why.
Yoongi, feeling quite put out, was sitting at the back of the private jet, his distant eyes focused on the disturbances in his mind. The blackness of the open water and sky soothed him some. No landmark, no lights to pull his focus.
They were all supposed to be on vacation. That's what they told Yoongi, so he had arranged to meet up with Chris and put the finishing touches on their song.
Jimin also had business in LA. His new album wasn't due to be released until June, but there was still colab work to do with Halsey. His single, "Smoke and Whiskey," was going to be released tomorrow night.
Yoongi was the only member who hadn't heard it yet. The only one who hadn't been consulted.
He was trying not to let it hurt as everyone was talking about the upcoming party for the songs big debut. He was trying desperately to be happy for Jimin. But the darkness lingered.
Yoongi scowled. The features in the glass contorted, glowering back at him. He sighed heavily and buckled his belt back without looking down at the two metal ends. The lights of the coast appeared on the horizon. Yoongi closed his eyes and pretended to stay asleep until the tires barked against the tarmac.
It was late, so everyone had decided to make their own way to their rooms. Not much was said on the way. Hobi parked one huge rental SUV. Jin parked the second next to it. Jin and JK joked lightly from the back of the group as they made their way inside.

The next day, they met in the hotel dining area and conversed over the free breakfast. They were jovial enough, discussing when to meet back up to watch Jimins video drop. Yoongi, feigned jetlag. He nodded where he needed to and ate quietly.
Jimin seemed particularly animated and garrulous, rambling about every topic that came up in conversation. He continuously shot glances at Yoongi.
"Hoba?" Yoongi said, finally breaking his silence. "Keys. I'm meeting Chris in an hour." Hoseok tossed the keys at Yoongi, glancing at Jimin.
Namjoon kissed Alex on the cheek. "I'm going to ride with him. We didn't bring an interpreter."
"You're fine, babe. I need some more sleep. I'm going to read for a bit." She responded, smiling at him fondly. "Get him back on time." She nodded in Yoongi's direction.
"I will. I'm tired of seeing him pout."
Tae Shelia Jin and Hobi took the other SUV and went out shopping while Jungkook and Amy disappeared back to their room.
Amy walked into the white on white suite and didn't have time to utter a word before Jungkook had her pinned from behind and bent over the bed. She moaned, already headdy from his treatment.
"Sshhhh princess." He took off his belt and secured her hands. When he tugged the leather tight, Amy gasped.
"Think run BTS. Every time you get loud, you get a punishment." He lifted her skirt, pushing it up around her waist. "You understand?"
Amy nodded and wondered if she should make a lot of noise or not.
Jungkook grazed her panties with two fingers, teasing a tiny flame. Amy wiggled, seeking more contact, but the belt tugged, biting the skin of her wrists.
Jungkook kicked her feet apart and touched her again, barely running the tip of his finger under the edge of her underwear. She felt herself clench, which made him chuckle softly. He leaned down and ran his tongue across her skin, nipping her and leaving little pink marks. His teasing finger slipped into her folds and flicked across her clit.
She whimpered softly into the mattress.
He moved up to her core and soaked his fingers. He returned to her throbing nub. He slowly circled it, feeling it jerk and pulse with need. He wanted full access to what he was doing and eyed her lace panties with some speculation before clutching the fabric with both hands and tearing them off of her with a loud ripping sound.
Before Amy finished moaning loudly, Jungkook had landed a jarring slap to her rear. Her whole body tensed in reply, and she tried to push her bottom back against him. He tugged at the loose end of his belt again.
"Be still, princess." He commanded softly. His voice left no room for argument.
Now that he could see better, he pushed her forward roughly and, grabbing two pillows, stuffed them under her belly. He essentially propped her up and supported the baby. Lifting first one leg, then the other, Amy was in a split, with her sex wide and hanging in mid-air. Jungkook grabbed a chair and secured the belt end to the headboard. He sat down at the edge of the bed and admired the view before beginning to tease her again.
He slid his fingers slowly up and down her soaked labia, stopping only to circle the focal point of her need. She whimpered and clenched as he built her up gradually.
She felt him open her and slide two fingers down inside her and stroke them against her G-spot. When she cried out and almost came, he popped her again. The sound reverberated around the room.
His fingers returned, rapidly thrusting in and out of her. Her canal began to spasm as she drenched his hand.
He didn't stop.
He moved his fingers faster, diving deeper until she clenched hard around his digits and spurted more cum. His fingers continued their quest, pumping in and out. With his free hand, he reached into his back pocket. He held the button down on the powerful bullet vibe until it kicked on, letting her hear it before touching it to her clit.
The response was immediate. Another smaller gush lubricated his fingers. He was almost satisfied with his work. He clicked the button twice and held it back to her throbbing clit. Amy's screams were buried in the mattress. He stroked her spot to another climax before releasing his own painfully confined member.
"Do you want me, Amy?" Jungkook asked her as he stroked her folds with the head of his shaft.
"God, please, yes!" She tried to back up on it, but the belt held firm.
"I don't know if you have been good enough, princess." He pressed the vibe back to her clit.
"Please! Oh, Jungkook! Fuck!"
With a smirk, he buried himself in her heat. He tried to keep the vibe in place as he slid in and out of her tight sheath. The more she clenched, however, the more he lost control. Finally, he abandoned her torture and rode her. He knew he wouldn't last long after almost 3 days without her, but he truly couldn't stop himself. She felt him jerk hard and cum inside her. He thrust weakly a few times before withdrawing. He quickly untied her and rubbed her wrists.
"I think I should have made more noise, Bunny." Amy said teasingly.
"How can I call it a punishment when spanking you just turns you on more?" Jungkook had sat back down in the chair.
Amy shrugged. "Maybe you should be more rough with me?" Her tone was coy, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. Amy kicked his pants away from where he had left them and knelt down in front of his chair. He gasped when she sucked his flaccid member into her wet mouth. It didn't take long for him to pulse and become ridged again.
He tried to stop her. "Don't waste it in your mouth, ahhh, when I, aahhh can please youooofuck!"
But Amy didn't stop until he spilled himself into her mouth. He cried out and clenched his fists on the chair. She stopped and smiled up at him.
"Please me? You came. That pleases me." She stroked the still slick cock as it jerked and contracted. The sensitive tip was too much of a temptation, and she stroked it with her fingers, grinning when he gasped.
"I wish I could do to you, what you do to me. I would love to be able to suck you dry."
"You could try." He grinned down at his love, who was still toying with his manhood.
"I don't want to make it sore or hurt you."
"Fuck that." He groaned, his voice turning husky. "You do what you want princess and if I want you to stop, I know what the safe word is." Amy gazed up I to his darkening eyes and lowered her mouth over his cock again.
She sucked hard on the overstimulated tip. JKs head fell back as he called out. He didn't know how many times he could go, but he never backed down from a challenge. He felt feverish as his hips rocked, involuntary feeding himself into her wanton mouth in rhythmic waves. She moaned around the flesh. He felt his orgasm building. He was almost relieved when it burst forth with force. Relief turned on him when she swallowed without loosing stride and kept sucking. He groaned and cried with each downward push, his hips betraying him as they helped her take his cock deeper.
He felt the back of her throat against the head and cried brokenly. It was too much! So much! How did she stand it? Just when he was about to grab her hair and safe word, she pulled away and stood to lower her body on him. Instinctively he grasped her hips, failing to still her as she rocked.
Amy watched his face, the pleasure was still winning over the stimulation. She stroked his sweat drenched chest and lowered her lips to his. He grasped her in desperation, kissing her hard. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth as she rode him. She tangled her fingers in his long damp hair and pulled his head back. He moaned into her mouth and was shocked when he exploded into her core. She rocked a few more times, reaching her own release before freezing.
"Are you ok?" She asked breathlessly, concerned for the expression on his face. He seemed pained.
"Fuck! That was...ah amazing." He panted.
"We should shower before we meet back up with everyone." Amy kissed his damp nose.
"We should shower." He responded. "We should also elope."

By 5PM, everyone had met up for dinner. The video was set to drop at 10AM in Seoul. They had an hour to order food and drinks and get settled in. Halsey and Alev had joined them and were chatting with Namjoon and Alex. Halsey's laughter pealed high and clear over the din of the dinning hall. The hotel had set up their large TV and there was already a countdown video loaded from Jimin's weverse account. The apatizers were gone and the first course was halfway through when the clock turned 6. Jimin reached out and took Yoongi's hands as the timer reached zero and the dark figure of Jimin appeared on the screen. The girl's all cheered.
The TV Jimin walked into a bar. A sexy woman in a thigh slit red dress walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder. The bass beats started to thrum in deep tones as TV Jimin eyed the woman and scorned her with a glance, flicking her hand away. He looked over at an old silk projection screen and silhouetted there was a figure dancing. Jimin's angelic voice was not detected as a sultry velvet tone came from his mouth:

Sins reviered like holy mass
Through a whiskey tinted glass
Fuck with my doubtful head
Hold your place in my empty bed
Every shadow shaped like you
Punishments paid past due
Overwrought in the aftermath
Will you chose another path
Swaying in these smokey rooms
All of me your touch consumes

As the song went on, every eye left the screen and turned towards Jimin who was staring at Yoongi, mouthing each syllable to him. When Yoongi's chin began to quiver, Jimin's followed suit. Yoongi pressed his lips tightly together as a tear slid down his cheek and blended into the side of his nose. Jimins hand flashed up and his thumb stroked it away.
Now Yoongi knew why Jimin never let him hear the song. Why he never asked for his opinion.
The song was a gift for him.