𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒 | Yoonminkook

Birthday Bash

The weight of the room was heavier than I had ever experienced. I had already been stripped of my hoodie and my tight ass jeans (thanks a lot Jungkook, getting those off took a bit longer than Yoongi would have cared for), and I was only in those damned fishnets on the bed, my back propped against pillows.

My breath was heavy and it felt like I couldn't breathe fast enough for my heart to be satisfied.

All I could think was sex sex sex sex because Yoongi was damn near naked on top of me, both of his legs on either side of my hips, and fuck he was so gorgeous.

Seeing him like this was something I had only dreamed about. In the handful of months I had been living with them, this was a moment I had dreamed about many times.

I had only gone as far as kissing Yoongi, and maybe a few sensual make out sessions as well. I hadn't gone as far as this.

This was going too far, and I knew that, but I didn't care.

This is what I wanted. It didn't matter that I had a bad sexual history.

Right here, with Yoongi, this is what I knew I wanted. It's what I needed.

I needed Yoongi.

I felt his lips press to my collarbone, and I felt something throb in my stomach, and every touch felt like a monsoon of pleasure. Being drunk definitely made everything feel heightened.

"You're so beautiful, Jimin... so fucking gorgeous..." Yoongi muttered against my skin, and his hot breath tickled and gave me goosebumps.

But what he said made my whole body turn red.

"So are you, Yoongi..." I said quietly, my hands carefully lifting to roam his body.

His shoulders were filled out, but they were still thin and bony. Tracing them with my fingers felt like static, and I briefly wondered about Yoongi's past. Had he worked out? Had he had any time to keep his body in check? What were his secrets?

From his shoulders, my fingers ran down to his ribs, and it almost made me sad that I could feel each one. I knew it was just because of his body type, but I remembered when I could feel all of mine. Yoongi eats a lot though, so no worries there.

I heard him make a sound, and I gently took one hand and ran it from his shoulders to his neck, and then to his hair, and then his face, and then our eyes met.

Whoa.

If there was ever a feeling that I had no words to describe, it was this one.

The moment our eyes met, it was like the universe was sending us a message. A message that said this was okay. This was what we were meant for. This? This is what was supposed to happen.

Yoongi's eyes were warm and I swear I could see his pupils dance like sparks from a wild fire that wasn't going to get put out easily.

It was a moment that I wish I wasn't drunk enough to ruin.

"Your eye is drifting," I giggled, and indeed, his right eye was slowly, drunkenly going towards the further right.

He snickered and I felt my chest flutter. "Can't see straight," was all he said before I felt his lips on mine.

God damn.

Every single time I kissed him, it felt so... poetic. Like a thousand blank pages were suddenly filled with words nobody had any understanding of.

His lips were so, sO soft, and so perfectly able to fit with mine.

I don't know much about fate, but I think our lips were made for each other.

I could hear him inhale through his nose and in that very moment, my whole body tingled and shuddered, and I opened my mouth, wanting to succ that tungg.

Yoongi slipped his tongue into my mouth, and my gut got this feeling, and I couldn't help but press my hips against his, wanting some type of friction. God, I needed it.

His tongue wasn't very skilled at the moment, so in all honesty, it just felt like a fish flopping around and gasping for air.

It wasn't very poetically perfect.

But right now, that was the furthest thing from my mind. His hand was inching down to my black under-shorts, and he silently cursed when he remembered I still had my fishnets on.

"Turn over onto your stomach."

God damn, yes sir.

I shakily sat up and turned over, my knees holding me up as I let my chest flop down onto the bed, my ass sticking up a bit.

I heard him mutter something that was slurred and probably not even real words, and his hands roamed down my backside and my ass.

I'm sure he had dreamed about this too.

Normal Yoongi was so shy and gentle, but it was impossible to NOT hear Jungkook scream into the pillows when I was trying to sleep.

Yoongi was far from innocent.

I suddenly heard something rip and my eyes widened, and my face went scarlet.

Impatient ass boy...

Yoongi had ripped the fishnets impatiently, and before I could react, I felt a harsh slap to my ass that instantly had me doing a double take, and I couldn't help but moan loudly.

Normal Yoongi knew what spanking did to me.

"Ngh~ Yoongi, please..." I begged, and I was throbbing. God, I wanted to be pounded into the sheets.

And that's exactly what happened.

-

It was 4 am, and everyone had gotten absolutely trashed. Hobi and Taehyung left early, shortly after my two boyfriends disappeared with each other. Namjoon and Jin had passed out in the corner, having been all over each other.

I was barely awake, but I couldn't help it.

I couldn't get those sounds out of my head.

Everyone could hear Jimin, and it was obvious that he didn't have the ability to shut the fuck up.

Jin had already heard it before, as he said. Didn't surprise me.

If I didn't know any better, I would think that Jimin used to have a thing for Jin or something.

He wouldn't be the only one who would have had feelings for someone else...

My head throbbed, and with some help of an ancient immortal power, I managed to get onto my feet, and I stumbled (loudly) into the hallway, going for the door.

At this point I didn't even care what I walked in on. I was exhausted and I just wanted to fall asleep in the arms of my babies.

When I opened the door, the pungent scent of sex hit me full force.

Oh, f u c k.

Strips of net were scattered around the room, which I assumed HAD been the fishnets I made Jimin wear. Clothes were everywhere, the bed was a mess, it looked like it might have even broke.

Jimin and Yoongi were pretzeled with each other, and the blankets were covering them.

I almost wanted to get sober to do laundry because god KNOWS what was in those blankets.

I slowly walked over to the bed, shaking Yoongi softly. "Babe...?" I asked, and got a mumble in response.

"Pepper field...." he groaned, rolling over to face Jimin, pulling him close into his chest.

Someone was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning.