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You’ve gotten into a habit that is oh so wrong, but feels so right. It pushes you to an edge so high that your addicted and you don’t think you can stop this pattern you found yourself in. Every time it starts the same, you on your bed, toy sitting comfortably in the palm of your hand, biting your lip nervously. Your finger hovers over your phone indecisively, debating on the morality of turning on your best friend’s mix tape playlist. You’re too scared to admit to him how you feel, scared of ruining what you have, of weighing him down after he’s risen so high. So instead you have this dirty little secret.
The little toy is a long oval, purple on one end, and white on the other with four buttons. It was special, as holding two of the buttons together changed the vibrations to follow the patterns of any sound it picks up. Music has always been a part of your life, it only made sense to bring it to the bedroom with you.
However, it all changed once Agust D blasted out of your speakers. You should have played more attention to the playlist, but you wanted to get off so bad. Too horny to stop, you gushed around your toy as it vibrated to that tongue technology. God, how you wished that tongue could be on you instead. As the song reached the climax, so did you. You never reached it so fast or hard before. It takes you awhile to realize what you’ve just done as your body lays on the bed, panting, wet, and feeling the best you ever have.
When you next met with Yoongi after that, you hate that things are a little awkward. The sound of his voice had you jumping and clenching your dampening core. He gave you an odd look as you try to brush aside his worries and that you were fine. You couldn’t tell him you had the best orgasm of your life by listening to his song. Luckily, you were easily distracted by Hoseok, and texting Yoongi late into the night helped set things back on track. You fell asleep with a fond smile on your face.
The next time Agust D came on your playlist, it was the first track to come on. Meaning that you could have easily changed it before you gave the excuse that your hands were to messy to touch your phone. The fast-paced words blasting out of the stereo and the vibrator buzzing erratically in your hand drove you mad with curiosity. Your hand moved on its own, or so you tell yourself, and the next moment you were writhing on your bed, completely seduced. You fingered yourself as the toy’s vibrations drove your clit into overdrive. The next song that played wasn’t enough, nor the one after that, and you were a whining mess as you chased your orgasm for song long.
Since then you couldn’t get enough. You’ve overcome your anxiety talking with Yoongi in person by compartmentalizing your dirty secret heavily behind closed doors. When you opened those doors though, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as you use your friend in such a way. What would he think of you if he ever found out? Would he be disgusted by you? You must be a sex craved masochist with how you press play despite your worries.
You can’t stop the grin forming on your face when Daechwita blasts through the speakers. Your vibrator buzzes to life and you nod your head to the beat. God, you love him and his music so much. You hold down the volume button, allowing the music to drown out everything, and your worries and fears fade away with each beat. Laying down fully, your head hits the pillow and you stretch your legs wide apart. One hand travels to your upper thigh, kneading the soft flesh there hungrily, while the other brings your vibrating toy to circle around your breast, getting closer and closer to your erecting nipple. It grows hard and sensitive as the vibrations pulse into it.
“Mmmngh.” You barely hear your moan over the music. You raise your legs to bend at your knees to help stretch yourself out further. Sliding a hand to cup your cunt, you can’t stop the whimper that leaves you as you can’t believe you’re already this wet. “Ohh, fuck.”
You move the vibrator to your other breast and slide your arousal around messily. It soaks your fingers, sticks to your thighs, and most importantly makes rubbing your clit all the more satisfying. Needing more, you hastily bring the vibrator down to rub at your pussy. The pressure and vibrations it adds makes your hips thrust up in response. Once covered thoroughly with your slick it trades places with your hand, making your thighs quiver as pleasure wracks your body.
A faster pace verse has your mouth gaping open. Your wet hand rubs at your neglected breasts and gropes it in time with the music. Your hips are thrusting the air, chasing your high, and you are too far gone to hear the knock on your door.
Yoongi knocks on your bedroom door again. He’s texted you a couple times letting you know he was coming over to grab his notebook he accidentally left behind. When you didn’t answer your front door, he let himself in with the spare key he has just in case for emergencies but uses all the time anyway. The sound of his mix tape hits his ears as it booms further back in your house. He can’t help but smile happily, fond of how much you love his music.
Not seeing his notebook anywhere in the small kitchen and living room, Yoongi stands outside your door, beating his fist against it. Obviously, you don’t hear it over the roaring sound of his raps. He sighs, really needing to grab it because it has an important piece of inspiration in it, but he hates barging into your room like this. He respects your privacy despite always using the key to let himself in.
“Y/n, I’m coming in.” He hollers, hoping you could hear him over the music. Again, he is met with silence, or well just the loud stream of his music. He’s ready to shout at you about your music volumes, not that he’s any better. Yoongi grabs the door knob and swings it wide open.
“You should really-“ and Yoongi is muted by the display in front of him. He chokes in shock at the sight of you laying spread out on your bed, fucked out expression on your face, and completely oblivious to his presence. His dick hardens at the way your parted lips let out soft, breathy moans, and how your hand squeezes your breast and teases your nipple. His gaze zeroes in on the hand between your legs, a growl rumbles through his chest as the toy slides up and down your wet, swollen pussy. He can barely make out the vibrations from the toy pulsing along with the words spilling form his mouth on the speaker.
He knows he should go. You would never know he was here if he left right now. Yet, his feet are rooted into place, unable to rip his eyes from the most delicious sight he has ever seen. Something pulls at him, driving him towards the stereo. Is it weird that he is jealous of his voice right now?
The sound of your music turning off so suddenly rips you from your lustful haze. Crap, you must have forgotten to charge your phone before starting, and it was just getting so good too. Whimpering as the vibrator dies down to a slow rumble, you prop yourself up on your elbows, ready to roll over to look for your cord. Instead you scream, the sight of Yoongi standing over your speakers with a dark look makes you freeze.
“Y-Yoongi?!” Painc is evident in your shriek.
Belatedly, you try to cover yourself up. You scoot back on your bed, about to rip your sheets back for you to hide under, but his voice stops you. It’s low, husky, and makes your spine tingle all the way down to your cunt.
“By all means don’t stop for me.” Yoongi grunts, eyeing the way the vibrator buzzes to life at his words. His jaw is clenched as he watches your naked body, and his tongue probes the side of his mouth. “Put it back.” He commands.
The look in his eyes and the dominance in his tone has you spreading your legs for him, once again exposing him to your dripping core. Strings of arousal pool out from you, and you wipe them up with your vibrator.
“Yoongi, I-“ You’re cut off when your talented friend opens his mouth, spitting out a rap that makes you quiver under your once again buzzing vibrator.
“You’re such a dirty girl, you know that? But I’m worse with all the filthy things I want to do to you. Hm, do you like the sound of my tongue technology. Oh, I bet your filthy pussy would just love my tongue. I want to devour you whole and make you mine.”
“Ahh, fuck Yoongi, I- nnnngh.” You cry, senses overloaded from the words your friend is saying going straight to your pussy along with the vibrations they create from the toy. Yoongi speeds up his words, making your hips buck into the toy frantically.
“Let these words ruin you just as my dick would ruin your tight little mouth. I want a big house to fuck you against all the walls. I want a big car so you can bounce on my dick anywhere we go. I want big rings to glint as I choke you, fill your mouth as they gag you, and stretch your pussy out in preparation for my cock. Think you can take that y/n? Take me whole and more?”
“Y-yes ooooh, Yoongi please nnnngh.” At this point you’d do anything your friend would ask. You just need him to continue, ah fuck you’re so close.
“Come for me then.” He roars. “Come from the sound of my voice, show me how much you love it. Do it for me baby girl.”
Screaming, you do as he asks, body convulsing as your orgasm hits you. The sounds of your moans only continue to add to the vibrations, milking you until you toss it on the bed once it becomes too much.
The room is now filled with silence except for your heavy breaths and quiet hum of your vibrator. You cover your face, and roll over. The reality of the situation fully hitting you now.
“Oh god, tell me this is a wet dream?” You mumble, quite shaken from your orgasm, and in denial any of this is actually happening.
Your bed dips as a weight sits next to you on the bed.
“It’s not a dream, but it certainly is wet. Also, I’m no god, but with how you’ll be praying my name and worshiping me, I might as well be one.”
You peek around your hands to see Yoongi looking down at you seriously. He sends you a reassuring smile at the nervousness plastered across your face.
“If that’s ok with you? I thought- fuck.” He wipes a hand down his face, his erotic look turning bashful. “Since it was me- my music, I…” He trails off, eyes now avoiding your naked body. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The thought that my music gets you off…it makes me happy.”
“You’re not creeped out?” You ask meekly in confirmation, lowering your hands away fully from your face now.
The look in Yoongi’s eyes is soft yet intense as he turns back to you and confesses. “No, in fact it makes me crazier about you knowing I have the same effect on you as you do me.”
His words short circuits your brain. “You like me?”
“Yeah.” He moves a hand to trace a line across your cheek. “I like you a lot, more than a friend should.”
Your left speechless, to happy for words, so you pull down on his hoodie and pull his lips down to yours. Yoongi is shocked barely for a second before he returns the kiss. It’s messy, full of passion, and a promise. His lips part from your lips, but never completely leaves your body as he slides down your naked form. He tastes every bit of skin as he can as he makes his way further down and you watch in anticipation as he stops right above your sopping cunt.
“Instead of just listening to my tongue,” Said organ wipes at his lips salaciously, “would you want to feel the real thing.”
“Y-yes, please Yoongi, I want to feel your t-tongue.” You stutter out, head hitting the pillow hard as your arms start shaking in anticipation.
Yoongi keeps an eye on your face, gauging your reaction as he slowly massages the skin around your pussy. You keep eye contact as his mouth dips down and gives your pussy one big long lick.
“Ahhhh, Yoongi.” It’s just the first contact and you are already feel like you are unraveling. He continues, giving you a couple more long licks from your entrance to your clit before zeroing in on your bundle of nerves. He attacks it with a rapid set of kitten licks, making your toes curl. “Nnnngh, Y-Yoongi ahhhh.”
Next, he traps your clit tightly between his lips and sucks long and hard. Your screaming and your hands now tangled in his hair. You’re not sure if you are trying to pull him closer or away.
“Ohhhh fuck, Yoongi, please.” You beg between moans. “fu-fuck me with your tongue.”
Yoongi moans at your dirty mouth, the vibrations making you cry out in pleasure. Eagerly, he slips his tongue inside of your hole like a man starved, wanting to drink every drop from you he can. Your hips buck forward, allowing for his tongue to reach deeper inside of you. Your hips thrust to match his pace of his tongue and soon your fucking his face, smearing your juices all over it.
One of his hands comes up to rub at your clit. The sight of the veins bulging along his limb as he strums at your engorged clit has you mewling desperately. With a couple more precise flicks, the dam breaks and your orgasm floods into Yoongi’s mouth. He gulps you down, not willing to waste a drop. He only releases your pussy once he’s sure you are fully clean down there.
“Fuck…that was-“ You gasp, trying to collect your words. Yoongi lifts an eyebrow as he waits for you to continue. It’s hard though when you are distracted by the glistening arousal covering the lower half of his face. “…Amazing.”
One side of Yoongi’s lips tilts up into a satisfactory smirk. “Really?”
Embarrassed, you push his face away from between your legs. “Yeah, the real thing is so much better.”
“So, what about you?” Yoongi asks, determination in his eyes.
“What about me?” You tilt your head to the side in confusion.
Yoongi scoots up the bed, he lays on his side facing you. “Do you like me?”
You can’t help but giggle at his question. “Of course, I do you dummy. You just caught me masturbating to your mix tape.”
“I mean who wouldn’t.” Yoongi replies cockily.
Rolling your eyes in response, you push him so he rolls on his back and you move to straddle his waist. “Yoongi, I like you a lot. I care for you, and I’ve just- ah sorry this is hard.”
Yoongi gets comfortable underneath you and grins, “Take your time.”
Huffing, you lean down with your face a breath away from his. “You’re special to me. More so than anyone else has ever been.”
You kiss him on the lips, wanting to get your emotions across fully the way you couldn’t express fully yet into words. A warm hand cups your cheek and to help deepen the kiss. You both stay there for who knows how long just making out. The situation changes though when your hips shift over Yoongi’s to feel something hard poking your core.
Instead of retracting, you grind your ass down hard over Yoongi’s hips. His hands fly to your own hips, halting your movements with a hiss.
“Be careful y/n. If you do that, I’ll lose control.” Yoongi warns, his hot breath fans your face.
“But what if that’s what I want? For you to wreck me with your dick just like you wrecked me with your tongue?”
The cock underneath you grows harder from your words and the man under you groans. “Shit.”
Next thing you know, you are rolled onto your back. A yelp leaves your mouth, surprised he would pull such a move. His hips swivel into yours, having you arching and keening into him. “Be careful about what you ask for baby.”
You’re ready to ask for everything, but don’t want to scare him off. You settle for a simple, “Please, Daddy.” You bite your lip, hoping it’s not too much, yet the look in his eyes tells you a completely different story.
Without warning, A hand plunges down to your pussy and a long finger quickly enters. It doesn’t take long for a second finger to enter you to help stretch you out.
“Nnngh, ah yes, feels so good Yoongi.” You mewl, enjoying the stretch. You pull at his hoodie, trying to take it off. He ignores you, focused on prepping you for what’s to come next. It doesn’t take long with how wet you were from your previous orgasms.
In a blink of an eye, Yoongi’s hand leaves your cunt and his clothes are flying off. You stare wide eyed as he offers his soaked hand in front of your mouth. “How did you do that so fast?”
“Comes from the job changing back stage. Now suck.” He commands.
Obediently, you open your mouth and he stuffs it full with the fingers you admire so much. The taste of you fills your mouth and you groan around his fingers. He was right, you really are a dirty girl, and that just makes you want him to defile you more.
You buck your hips into his, and he quickly gets the picture. It doesn’t take much convincing for his neglected cock to line up at your entrance. He slides in easily, moaning at the friction while you choke around his fingers.
“Tap me three times if you want me to stop, ok?” Yoongi looks like he is barely holding on by a thread as he sits balls deep within you, shining with sweat.
Nodding as best you can, you give him a thumbs up as well to show your consent. Yoongi pecks a kiss on your nose before he starts sliding out of you and in the next slamming back in. He’s not holding back just as you wanted, and are glad he has his fingers stuffed in your mouth so the whole world can’t hear you scream.
His hips pummel into your own, balls slapping against your ass and he steam rolls into you. You get no rest as your being split onto his cock. Yoongi lifts one of your legs and hefts it over his shoulder, deepening the angle. His free hand comes to rub your clit, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“Nngh fuck, so tight. Taking me so good y/n.” Yoongi grunts with each thrust, the pace wreaking havoc on him as well.
All of the foreplay he put you through earlier affected him as well. He’s going to come quicker than he likes, so he moves his hand rubbing your nub to go faster and harder. Your clenching around him, and drool leaks past his hand. “Fuck, come for me y/n. Come for me right now.” He commands and you do, clenching around his dick hard, milking him all that he is worth. It makes him hot load shoot into you. You both hold onto each other as you ride the orgasmic bliss out.
Yoongi pulls out of you, making you groan at the loss inside of you. That feeling is quickly replaced as you are cuddled into his chest. Your heart blossoms from the action. Kissing the top of your head, Yoongi mumbles into your hair, “You’re amazing.”
“Mmmhmm.” You moan into his chest, hiding your shy grin from him.
“Maybe I could show some new songs sometime. See how they vibe?” he questions hopefully.
“Yeah.” You finally look back into his eyes so he can see the love shining through them. “I’d like that a lot.”