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Little do You Know | OT7 | 11.5 -Yoonmin and Baby
🕑 Added 2023-05-25 21:36:59 +0000 UTC
Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader
Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.
Chapter warnings: Baby and Jimin watch Yoongi in concert! Yoonmin smut pt. 2! (read part 1 on tumblr or AO3 first!)
WC: 4k
“Bye everyoneeeeeee! Loved seeing you all tonight!” you were waving cutely at the camera, despite the cat-boy kissing your jaw, as you were the last one to say goodbye after Jimin and Yoongi did so.
The three of you were in Yoongi’s hotel room, after a quick little live that the older man had to do in honor of the last concert of his tour in this particular city. Yoongi had dragged Jimin to say hello, despite his reservations about showing his bare face, and you happily hopped on to say hi to ARMY and read what everyone was saying about D-DAY and D-Tour.
There were so many posts, gifts and videos of tonight, from when you and Jimin were shown on the big screen. Not to mention the I love yous that were said and all of the snippets of you and Jimin clinging to each other throughout the concert, plus a few moments of when you pulled his face mask down to kiss his lips.
Gone were the days you had to hide your relationship with the boys and, even though this was America, and even though this wasn’t home, ARMY knew what was going on and had accepted your relationship to the seven of them a long time ago.
You were sitting in Yoongi’s lap during the last few minutes of the live stream, careful with your skirt as the boys still hadn’t given you your underwear back after what happened in the back seat of the car and one thing you could never get over would be flashing millions of people your private bits.
And there was already too much of your life on the internet, and of your body, the Calvin Klein photos of you in your underwear were the most people would get from you.
Yoongi waved again, with a thin lipped smile, on his way to turning the live off.
As soon as it was just the three of you again, Yoongi dropped his back against the cushion behind himself and dragged you along to practically lay on his chest.
“I really need to wash up now.” Yoongi announced, the sweat from his concert finally making him uncomfortable. “You coming, kitten?”
“Yeah, just let me run next door to give the staff the phone and ring light.” you nodded in agreement. “Or they’ll just come in here to take it and we could be busy.”
“Good thinking.” Yoongi chuckled, letting you stand from his lap to disconnect the cords and turn off the light he used for the live.
“Uh– should I go?” Jimin asked, as if unsure he was invited to stay or if this might be you and Yoongi needing some time alone.
While you did miss Yoongi, you hadn’t seen him in at least a week, and you were looking forward to some alone time with him, you also knew you were staying with Yoongi for a while longer, when Jimin would have his own schedules to finish. So you wouldn’t mind Jimin staying, you never minded having more of your lovers with you. If anything you wanted to be surrounded by them all, all the time.
But this wasn’t just your call to make, Yoongi had a say in it, too, so you let him be the one to answer:
“Stay, Jiminah.” he asked, and you knew he was looking at Jimin as he added: “If you want to.”
“Okay.”
You were nibbling on your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling too much, flashbacks of the post Hobipalooza celebrations Jimin was involved in flashing on your less-than-innocent mind.
“Alright, I’ll be right back.” you were announcing to no one in particular as you balanced all of the things you needed to give back to the staff team.
Unlike Jungkook and his impromptu streams, the other boys liked to follow the idol rule book and never went live without the whole paraphernalia that was involved in it; lighting, the phone with the good camera, little details that the fans didn’t really notice, but that made the experience better for them.
Which is exactly what you were handing in to the nice staff girl that was located a few doors down the hall. She took all of the cords, lights and the phone from you while bowing profusely and avoiding looking at your eyes, pink cheeks and everything. She assured you she could just get it in the morning, that you didn’t need to bother, but thanked you with a new bow.
When you got back to Yoongi’s bedroom, which was right beside Jimin’s empty one, you couldn’t see either of them anywhere. The room itself was empty, but you could hear giggles muffled by the running water of the shower inside the bathroom. You were expecting to find the two men teasing each other, maybe Yoongi would be commenting on how easy it was for Jimin to take his clothes off.
What you didn’t think you’d see, was Jimin being pressed against the shower wall, with Yoongi towering slightly over him; they might be the same height, but Yoongi was buffer and wider.
Jimin’s arms were around Yoongi’s neck, Yoongi’s hands were holding Jimin’s hips, and the two of them were kissing passionately as the shower poured on top of them both.
Your breath got caught in your throat and you wanted to moan at the scene. You almost didn’t want to join them, more than happy to just watch them together, especially as Yoongi’s hips bucked and rubbed against Jimin.
You were quiet as you undressed and slowly opened the glass door, not wanting to spook either of them.
“I remember when you used to wait for me.” you teased, pretending to be hurt with a pout.
Yoongi’s gravely chuckle made you grin as he turned to look at you from over his shoulder, exposing his neck for Jimin to kiss at the base.
“Don’t pretend you don’t have wet dreams about this, kitten.” the older man teased and you caught Jimin’s angel eyes over his shoulder.
“Nah, I’m brave enough to admit it.” you smiled, accepting his hand as he offered it to you. “You two are really hot together.”
“We’re even hotter with you.” Jimin added as Yoongi dragged you under the shower.
The water was hot and it burned your skin nicely, instantly damping your hair and relaxing your muscles. Your eyes were closed as you tipped your head back, but you felt both men move to stand with you in between. Yoongi was at your front, and Jimin was behind you. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Jimin instantly started kissing your shoulders and massaging his fingers through your hair to let the water into it.
Yoongi tilted your face so he could meet your lips with his in a low and sensual kiss that felt so different from the ones you shared in the car ride. There was no rushing, no time crunch. Just you, him, and Jimin.
“Jimin, pass me the soap?” Yoongi was asking the man behind you, but mumbling against your lips.
“He will do no such thing, my love.” you stopped the younger man before he could even move, opening your eyes to see Yoongi’s frown and tiny pout. You kissed it softly before saying: “As much as I would love to be pampered by the two of you, tonight we’re taking care of you.”
“Let us show you how much we enjoyed the concert, hyung.” Jimin agreed, like you knew he would.
You could sense Yoongi’s hesitation. He was one to look after others, to do little acts of kindness to show his love and care. It was a little harder for him to openly accept to be looked after and dotted over. But Yoongi also loved the two of you –however different those kinds of love might be–, and he knew the two of you loved him in return.
So Yoongi agreed.
The older man let you move him to stand in between you and Jimin, facing you, when you said:
“Dibs on washing his hair!” which made him laugh and roll his eyes.
“Fine by me, that means I get to wash hyung’s body.” Jimin grinned from behind Yoongi and you regretted everything. “Don’t give me that face, doll, you picked first.”
“How about you go wait for us in the bedroom and I get to wash all of him–” you tried, but Yoongi tskd.
“Now now, be a good kitten and play nice.” the older man chastised with no real bite. “Don’t you know how to share by now?”
“I like being shared better than sharing.” you pointed out, kissing Yoongi’s jaw as your arms circled his torso.
Yoongi let you hug him, staring at your chest pressing against his and humming appreciatively as he watched your tits smooch into his hard pecs. Your arms circled his waist and your hand found Jimin’s rock hard abs behind him, both you and the younger man locking eyes over Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yeah, maybe you should have agreed and stayed in the middle. A Yoonmin sandwich sounded like a perfect midnight snack.
With a long and pained sigh, you dragged your nails on Jimin’s stomach before pulling away from Yoongi to take the bottle of grapefruit shower gel and hand it to Jimin, while taking the bottle of Yoongi’s shampoo to squirt some of it on your palm.
“Stop pouting, baby.” Jimin giggled and only then you realized you were still sulking. “We can switch whenever you like.”
“Okay, thank you.” you settled.
“You have a very possessive kitten, hyung.” Jimin spoke to the older man, who’s eyes were following your every move.
“Maybe I spoil her too much.” Yoongi agreed and you rolled your eyes, moving Yoongi out of the shower stream so you could spread the shampoo on your palm on his hair.
“I can’t blame you. I do it too.” Jimin trailed off and you scoffed.
“You know, I love when you talk about me as if I’m not here.” sarcasm laced your words, making the two of them laugh.
But they were cute. And hot. And all wet and naked. So you were very easily distracted.
Yoongi’s hair was shorter than you’d like it to be, no longer kissing his shoulders. You cried when he decided to cut it and gave him the silent treatment, until he explained to you the meaning of the Amygdala music video and how he needed that contrast between Long Hair Yoongi and Short Hair Yoongi.
You cried for a whole different reason when you went to support him on the set for the hard hitting music video and that night you held him and promised him that all of his hardships were in the past, reminding him of all of the reasons he had to be happy now.
He assured you that he knew. And promised you were one of the biggest reasons for how happy he was and how much better his self-esteem and his views of his own self were.
You threaded your fingers through Yoongi’s hair softly and slowly, carefully not to pull on the few knots you found after so much jumping and head-banging. As you pushed the shampoo suds into the dark strands, you felt the hair spray and whatever styling products there leaving and dripping down your wrists.
“Can you turn around, hyung?” Jimin asked in a sweet voice, meaning he was up to no good.
Yoongi was still watching you, raising an eyebrow as if to check if it was okay with you.
“I have to wash your hair from the back.” you agreed easily with a small nod, standing on the tip of your toes to give the tiny scar on Yoongi’s left shoulder a gentle kiss.
Whenever you were the one washing Yoongi, when it was just the two of you, you made sure to kiss it often, repeating how cool you thought it was; because you knew it used to be a reminder of pain and sad times that Yoongi had to go through on his own. It was something much too intimate to repeat with Jimin around, you knew Yoongi would like it to stay between you, so he understood your action and sighed in appreciation.
As Yoongi turned around to face Jimin, you were met with his broad back. He had a couple of fading bruises on the muscles of his back, one near his shoulder, all from cupping massages he used to get more regularly whenever he was rehearsing hard or needed his body to keep up with his job. You could also see sticky clumps where there used to be medical tapes to help with that same reason.
Focusing only on Yoongi’s hair was hard to do when you wanted to love on every inch of him, you knew how he liked to be taken care of and how to be touched. But you could play nice when you wanted to, you could share. Besides, few things in life were as fun as watching Jimin and Yoongi together; when both of them bickered like a married couple most of the time, but exchanged sweet glances when the other wasn’t looking.
And then there were moments like right now, where both were well aware of the want swimming on the other’s eyes. You tried to focus on your task, tried to do a good job of massaging the shampoo into Yoongi’s scalp to clean it. But it was really fucking hard to do when Jimin’s small and soapy hands started to massage at Yoongi’s chest.
You knew first hand what Jimin’s massages felt like, being under his skilled touches more than you could count. Yoongi was melting as Jimin pressed the points he knew would feel good for the older man, dragging his knuckles over the planes of Yoongi’s chest; hard enough to leave red marks on their wake, enough to make Yoongi groan from the feeling.
You had to move and stand sideways so your curious eyes could follow the path Jimin’s hands were making as they dragged over Yoongi’s soft stomach, coming up his sides and pressing hard enough to get rid of the knots on his muscles. Yoongi’s eyes were closed and his lips parted when you scratched at his scalp. His breathing grew heavy and his head tilted forward. Jimin was smiling proudly, studying Yoongi’s face to see what he liked, learn what felt good for Yoongi. The younger man pressed his forehead to Yoongi’s, noses bumping together, making the rapper sigh and tremble.
Jimin’s eyes searched for yours, finding nothing but love in them, fondness. That’s when he knew it was okay to press his lips against Yoongi’s.
They kissed softly, gently, mostly lips moving and smacking together, tongues finally meeting through their parted lips as neither of them could take the teasing anymore. You pushed Yoongi’s hair off his forehead, not wanting the dripping shampoo to get on his eyes.
Both men eventually parted from each other but didn’t move far, just enough to step under the shower so you could rinse Yoongi’s dark hair off the shampoo. You were still standing sideways beside Yoongi when he searched for your own lips, almost as if looking for reassurance.
It’s been a year. You’ve had the seven of them in different pairings, sometimes trios, and yet they always made sure you were okay with them touching each other, loving each other.
If only they knew.
“Feeling relaxed, babe?” you asked Yoongi with a soft smile, pecking his lips and his chin.
“I feel like I’m gonna pass out as soon as my body hits the bed.” he answered you just as quietly, letting out a tiny moan as Jimin’s lips found his chest.
“Mhmm, but we’re not done with you yet.” you let Yoongi kiss your lips a little more, hearing him gasp and pulling away to see what Jimin did to get that reaction out of him. “Are we, Minie?”
The younger boy had his plush lips around one of Yoongi’s nipples, shaking his head to show he agreed with you. Yoongi’s brows furrowed, head falling backwards as you kissed his neck.
“Can we touch you, Yoon?” you asked him quietly as you kissed up a path to his ear, nipping on the lobe.
“Yeah, kitten.” he agreed easily as Jimin traced a path to the other nipple, letting his tongue out to lick lazy circles around the hardened bud.
You pressed your cheek against Yoongi’s shoulder as your hand rested on his soft stomach, rubbing it in small circles, soothingly, just how he liked it. Yoongi’s lips pressed against your forehead as his arm reached up to touch the back of your hair, fingers lightly massaging your scalp, trying to give back even when it should be about him.
When your hand was soapy enough from rubbing his skin innocently, you moved it lower and lower until you wrapped your fingers around Yoongi’s hard cock, looking down to see how he and Jimin were both erect and most likely bumping into each other all this time.
Yoongi moaned openly when you squeezed him and started to stroke him up and down, using your soapy hand to make the slide easier. It wasn’t lost on you how Jimin’s eyes were half lidded and studying your hand’s movements, following every languid up and down move with his eyes.
“Help me, Minie.” you invited.
“Hyung?” Jimin still checked with Yoongi, who only nodded and placed a hand on the back of Jimin’s neck.
Jimin’s hands rested under yours, following each upstroke and squeeze, letting you be the one to show him what to do, what Yoongi liked. You knew what each of the seven men you were in love with liked, you could make them cum in all of the different ways they were into. And Jimin’s eyes were sparkling with fascination, as if learning new things tonight.
“He likes it slow and lazy at first.” you told Jimin, hearing Yoogi’s breath hitch. “See how his tip is getting darker?”
“Hmm.” Jimin could only mumble, licking his own lips.
“That means he’s getting sensitive.” you looked up to Yoongi’s handsome face, scrunched up in pleasure, bottom lip worried between his teeth. “Isn’t that right, cat boy?”
Yoongi had a witty remark at the tip of his tongue, you could see it in the way his eyes sharpened and his lips formed a thin line, but when you swiped your finger over his slit to collect the drooling pre-cum, Yoongi’s hips snapped.
“Oh.” Jimin breathed, looking from your hands around him, to Yoongi’s face. “That feels nice, hyung?”
“Yeah–” Yoongi’s agreement was barely heard over the running water of the shower.
“Wanna see something he really likes?” you asked Jimin, ignoring Yoongi’s glare.
“Fuck yeah.” Jimin nodded, eyes lowering to your hands again.
You stroked Yoongi slowly up and down, getting the older man to relax and close his eyes. It was only then that you flicked your wrist a couple of times, right under his tip, while circling it with your thumb.
“Fuck, if you keep this up I’m not gonna fucking last–” Yoongi groaned what should be a complaint.
“You’re not supposed to last, my love, you’re supposed to enjoy yourself.” you pointed out, hand letting go of him to wrap around Jimin’s and show the younger boy how to touch your other boyfriend. “Keep doing this, yeah?”
Jimin agreed and kept following the movements you showed him as best as he could, although a little sloppier and less practiced. Didn’t mean Yoongi liked it any less, tongue licking between his lips and breathing growing heavier.
With both hands, you brought Yoongi’s face closer to yours, pressing your mouth to his and kissing him through his moans. He still had perfect control of his tongue, flicking it against yours, swirling it inside your mouth, making you press your thighs together as your neglected pussy throbbed for some relief.
You took Yoongi’s tongue into your mouth, head bobbing as you suckled on it, only letting it go when Jimin sped up his movements and Yoongi had to moan a series of ah ah ah!s. It was taking Yoongi great strength not to snap his hips and fuck himself into Jimin’s small hands as he used both of them to jerk Yoongi off.
“Yoon.” you called softly and Yoongi mumbled something inaudible to let you know he was listening. One of your hands stayed cradling his face, rubbing his cheekbone softly, as the other traced a path down his spine. You moved dangerously low, watching his face for any discomfort. “Do you want it, baby?”
“I–” Yoongi obviously knew what you meant, chest heaving with his quick breaths as your fingers slipped between his ass cheeks. “Fuck, kitten–”
“Tell me if you want it.” you asked again, softly pecking at his lips as your fingers slowly grazed Yoongi’s puckered hole.
Yoongi’s face threatened to look at Jimin, as if wondering what the younger man would think if he learned just everything Yoongi was into. And Jimin had slowed down his movements quite a lot, giving Yoongi time to think about it properly. You held Yoongi’s face a little more firmly, so his eyes would stay on you, so he’d know no one would judge him.
“We just wanna make you feel good, hyung.” Jimin added, reaching Yoongi’s neck with his lips to mouth, bite and suck small bruises onto the pale skin.
“Fuck, okay.” Yoongi was nodding to you, then adding with a chuckle: “But it’s gonna make me cum right away–”
“That’s probably for the best, the hotel manager might be coming after us to complain about the water usage.” you giggled and both men laughed quietly.
Jimin got back to jerking Yoongi off again, a little faster and harder, just like he liked, hoping Yoongi might be into it, too. And you trusted Yoongi to tell him to slow down if it got too much, if he wanted something different.
His feet parted just a smidge, just to give you space to work between his ass cheeks. You didn’t plan on doing much, you’d definitely need lube if you planned on fingering Yoongi open, like he asked you to do every few full moons. For tonight it was enough to run your fingers up and down his taint, using the pressure you knew he liked, bringing them back to rim his little clenching hole.
Yoongi was losing himself as fast as you both knew he would, tearing praises of ‘you look so hot like this, hyung’ and ‘baby knows just how to touch you, huh?’ out of Jimin. The younger man started to up his pace on full strokes and attempted to twist his fist under and over Yoongi’s head, just like you showed him how.
The rapper was moaning and whining deliciously, face scrunched as he no longer could stay quiet, hips fucking into Jimin’s hands in the speed he needed to get closer and closer to his own relief. It made your own fingers hit his hole with each push and pull of his hips, but you guessed Yoongi liked that, as he’d push his ass into your hand each time he pulled almost all the way out of Jimin’s slippery grip.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum–” Yoongi moaned, which matched Jimin’s own moaning, too.
Using your free hand, you held Jimin’s cock and the younger boy sighed in relief, almost coming immediately as you let him fuck your hand while his hands got fucked by Yoongi. It was messy and sloppy and you couldn’t say you were doing the best job at multitasking, but both of your lovers were getting closer and closer to the edge.
Surprisingly, Jimin was the one to cum first; untouched for this long, your strokes and squeezes were enough to get him spilling his thick load all over Yoongi’s stomach.
You were pretty sure that's what made Yoongi let go and release his cum on Jimin’s hands, hitting almost as high as the younger man’s navel.
Both of their foreheads touched as they breathed and moaned softly from their orgasms and you took over completely, holding each of their throbbing cocks in your hands, working them into oversensitivity.
Both men turned to you in search of a kiss, both needy boys during their afterglow, but their movements made them knock their cheeks together while trying to get to you first.
"Hajima, wait for your turn–" Yoongi complained.
"It is my turn, you just had yours!" Jimin bickered back, satoori thick on his pout.
"Tonight is about me!" Yoongi continued as you finally let go of their softening cocks. "If you want your turn, then do Tony Montana with me, until then–"
"Back to the married couple's energy, huh?" you mused as you took a step back to watch them. "Some things never change."
Comments
King Arthur’s Cat
Yoonmin bickering at the end. 🤭🤭🤭🤭
King Arthur’s Cat
“I like being shared better than sharing.” you pointed out… - Damn Straight MC 👊🏻
King Arthur’s Cat
Damn 🔥🔥🔥
