Sure, Man | ot8

LEAVE IT TO ME 🔞

finished the other half of this listening to blue hour by txt, then gangbang by ayesha erotica on loop. should i post this, with a little more editing, as a standalone on ao3...?

CONTENT WARNING: this chapter has a little heavier smut, with things such as cock stepping, degradation, light master/pet, and i briefly touch on yoongi's submissive headspace. if any of these things could trigger you or you just don't like them, this chapter is pure smut. feel free to skip it, there's nothing important plot wise.

"Can we take care of you?" Minhyuk asked gently, cradling Yoongi against the wall as Changkyun latched the door lock. They'd quickly moved from the clothing racks to the bathroom, and were currently hiding around the corner and in the biggest bathroom stall.

He took a breath, silently debating whether or not to actually let them see him like that. Was he ready? What will Kihyun think? He was shaking, gripping the fabric on Minhyuk's shoulders. "Shh, hey, hey. Yoongi, look at me." He carefully cupped Yoongi's cheek and tilted the boy's head away from the ground, leaning in and pecking his nose.

"You don't have to baby, we're just wondering if you'd like a little help with that. You can say no, I completely understand if you're not ready." Minhyuk's eyes looked so sincere and caring, and it had the tension slowly bleed out of Yoongi's body. He took a shaky breath to steady himself, mulling it over for an extra second before nodding confidently.

"Can I have verbal consent, baby? How deep do you want to go, out of ten?" Yoongi held in a whimper at the way his voice dropped, going from sweet and cautious to something dangerous. He squeaked out a little yes and closed his eyes, hugging Minhyuk's neck tightly.

"Uh, 5? J-Just, pet names maybe. Can baby me I guess. A-And, the stoplights. Yeah." He breathed out. Minhyuk chuckled at how he was already struggling to speak, bringing his hands down to Yoongi's waist and massaging gently. "I'm gonna be in charge, okay? Changkyun here will help us, and you'll help me. Got it, princess?" Yoongi giggled nervously, nodding his head and feeling his mind cloud over a little at the nickname.

"Can I suck him off? It's been a while since Wonho's let me anywhere near him." Changkyun grinned, grabbing something from his purse he'd hung up on the door. He brought it over to them, displaying a navy satin ribbon in his hands.

"Yoongi, would you like this as a little collar to keep you grounded? I like it when I'm in subspace, and it might help you too." He softened his grin to a comforting smile, and almost audibly cooed when Yoongi made a little whining noise as a yes. He lifted Yoongi's head from the wall and wrapped the ribbon around his neck, tying it in a small bow at the side, just tight enough for him to feel it a little with each movement.

Minhyuk gently began to grind his knee between the smaller's thighs, hearing the breathy moans increase in pitch as he applied more pressure. Yoongi could feel the ribbon strain against his pulse, his head dizzy with pleasure and addled with cotton. Changkyun fell to his knees, pulling Yoongi's pants down and gently licking the outline of his cock through his boxers.

Yoongi whimpered, feeling the hot tounge press against his bulge through the fabric. Minhyuk kissed at his neck, mouthing hotly against the ribbon and nipping at his collarbones gently. He was panting harshly, feeling his chest rise and fall with Changkyun's encouraging moans and Minhyuk's quiet praises.

Yoongi opened his eyes, seeing Minhyuk bring his head back up to make eye contact again. His pupils were blown wide, warm brown eyes clouded with lust and taking taking taking. He could barely breath, it was stuffy, but he felt so good. Words weren't something he even bothered with anymore, and the only thing his brain was able to supply was Minhyuk Changkyun cock good.