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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin/Reader, Park_Jimin_(BTS)/Reader, Min_Yoongi
      |_Suga/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Reader
  Additional Tags:
      Hotel_Sex, Luxury
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-22 Words: 4984
****** Room 178 ******
by Taesfingers
Summary
     The prince from the reception, the prince from the elevator and now a
     golden hallway. Were you in a hotel or a castle?
The sound of the wheels of your luggage is almost completely covered by the
noise your shoes make but it all stops when you are in front of the reception.
You are welcomed by a man with a ruby red hair, a bit taller than you, whose
smile seems to be stolen from heaven, teeth as shiny as snow in the light of a
bright sun. With that smile and the bright white shirt it’s almost hard to look
at him. Everything about him is vividly vibrant. With that triangle smile
spread over his face, his eyes appear as two curved lines, thicker looking
because of the big black glasses. His smile vanishes a bit and as his mouth
takes a relaxed position his eyes begin to open, little by little until you
meet the hue of caramel that surrounded his pupils.
“Welcome to Hotel Amethyst. How can I help you?” his words seem memorized and
it’s of course because he is forced to say the same thing over and over again
every day but although his briefly words, he tugs a smile on his face again.
His smile is too bright and happy for you to not return his gesture.
“Hello, I have made a reservation under the name Y/N” you say and the way he
almost stares into your eyes makes your cheeks flush in crimson. He nods at
your too proper chosen sentence and after a silent giggle he looks down in a
big notebook. His finger runs over the paper, turns the page and suddenly stops
when he finds your name.
“Aha, yes, Miss Y/N, room 178” and he turns around to face the tiny squares of
wood hanging from the wall. His face moves left to right on the rows and he
tiptoes to reach the keys of the room.
He turns around and handles you the key together with another toothy smile. “Is
this his natural face? He looks so happy, I think he looks happy even when he
is sad” you wander.” You smile back and take the key, turn around and go
towards the elevator. You have already made three steps when the happy guy
shouts.
“3rd level, Miss Y/N” you turn around and find him waving frantically like you
are on a ship that leaves for a one year tour and he will never see you again.
He tries to smile but it looks a bit forced though you find it cute so you
smile back at him, saying loud enough for him to hear:
“Thank you, Jimin!” you say and hope you spelled the name you saw on the ID
card correctly. His smile loosen but gets back on his face, this time more
sincere. He hums in happiness that you knew his name and you both turn around
at the same time.
You push the button of the elevator and look dull on the ground, waiting for it
to come. “His smile was so perfect” you say to yourself, still thinking about
Jimin. It’s not like you’ve fallen for him but somehow your brain memorized his
face and flashes the image over and over again. The elevator clicks and the
doors slide open silently. Your legs move automatically and your train of
thoughts derails when someone clears his throat.
“Where to, miss?”
You turn your attention to another man, dressed in a suit and tie, somehow like
Jimin, but, if you stay to compare the two, this one catches your eyes faster.
You look him in the eye, trying to ignore the vivid lime-green hair that
perfectly matches his face or his entire figure.
“Third” it’s the single word that leaves your lips, although you have formed a
full coherent sentence in your mind. He moves in front of the buttons and
pushes the one that showed the number three. When he withdraws on the other
side of the elevator, his cologne flies in the air, finding its place in your
nostrils. He smells like money and elegance, something you suspect to be
“Invictus”. Just by his scent you can already imagine him dressed in stiff
costumes, with tight green colored ties (to match his hair), chatting with
princesses on a glamorous party he chose to attend on his own will.
He smiles and, because you are a polite girl you return the gesture. He pushes
his hands in his pockets and moves from feet to feet.
-ding-
The elevator signals that you reached the third floor. You look at the boy and
throw him an awkward smile as you head to your room. You walk on a long hallway
whose walls are covered in golden wallpaper that together with the claret
carpet makes you think you are in a castle. “The prince from the reception, the
one from the elevator and now a golden hallway, am I in a castle or in a
hotel?” you think.
A few more rooms and you arrive but you have no time to be excited because you
spot that chartreuse haired prince walking nonchalantly behind you. Although
you turn half of your head in the hope he will think you look around, you see
him showing a smug smile. Your heartbeats fasten together with your footsteps
as you rush to your room.
“Excuse me.” his voice is soft, despite his scary expression of which you catch
just a glimpse of. You try to suppress the horror that threatens to shudder
your body when he comes closer, lowering his body in front of your shoes to
pick up the keys you dropped earlier. He rotates the key in his right hand
while his left one travels to his back pocket to look at his own key. He looks
from one to the other, a bit puzzled. He looks at you and back at the keys,
then turn the keys so that you can see their numbers and your eyes widen in
surprise when you notice the same number on both of them.
“Ahh, look, they gave you the wrong key.” you comment, changing your expression
from surprised to annoyed.
“Ah, sorry but I guess you should go to the reception to tell them to give you
another room because this one definitely belongs to me.” his words come out
calmer than expected, a strong tone of annoyance flying in between the words as
his eyebrows frown.
You may have thought he was a nice guy but with this response, it all went to
hell. No matter how of a prince he looks and ignoring the fact your dirty mind
thinks about how of a royalty he can make you feel, he is mean, and mean guys
are no good. After seconds of boiling annoyance you huff in disgust, trying to
breathe and calm yourself.
“As much as I love talking to such a clever men, I have to go. So excuse me.”
you stretch a false smile on your face, slightly tilting your head on one side
and close the eyes to emphasize the effect while snitching the key from his
hand and spinning it in the lock. You walk confidently in the room, although
your mind screams at you. Are you out of your mind? He looks dangerous and with
the money he owns he can hire some big muscular guys to kidnap you.
You close the door shut behind you, collapsing against it to prevent him from
coming inside in case he has any idea. You try to breathe, slowly, inhaling
through your nose and exhaling through your mouth. You listen carefully, in the
hope you will hear his footsteps backing away from your door but you can’t hear
a thing. 5 seconds, 10 or 15 pass hard and you eventually calm yourself when it
sounds like no one is in front of your door anymore. Maybe he left in the
middle of your respiration process.
You look around, examining the circular patterns from the golden wallpaper.
Your eyes go down automatically and it’s like you are lured by the beautiful
emerald carpet. In your left you find the bathroom, big and spacious with both
a bathtub and a shower. The bathroom is in balance with the entire arrangement,
this one in the same color of navy blue. You walk to the bed and it’s breath-
taking to find a royal sized bed that it’s covered by a shiny silk navy
blanket. You take the luggage next to the bed and after placing it on the
mattress you open it, taking out a spring dress.
You begin taking out your clothes when suddenly the front door slams open, the
noise being followed by the voice of the rich guy from the elevator. He enters
the room like a tornado, throwing his feet with harsh noise at every step. You
jump and automatically cover your body with the dress you just eliminated.
With big and terrified eyes you look at him and meet his gaze. He also looks
surprised like he didn’t expect you to undress yourself. He sighs in shock and
turns around, winding his hand.
“I am sorry, put some clothes on you.” he says with a shaky but hoarse voice.
You murmur some cusses, being careful to be the only one who understands them.
You rapidly put the dress on and link your arms in your chest. In the annoyance
of the moment you find yourself almost yelling, the anger that boils in your
head present in the tone of your voice too.
“What? Tell me a good reason for which you entered my room without knocking on
the door!” you tap your feet and look questionably at him.
“It’s not like you would have let me come inside, so I just entered the room.”
he rubs the back of his neck signaling a short and unbelievably anxiousness.
“I asked you something else.” you say sharply.
“Look miss, I went to the reception and they made me sure this is MY room. So
now, if you are nice, please liberate this room so I can take a nap. I have an
important meeting I have to attend later today.”
“Jesus how obnoxious you are.” you huff in anger before stepping towards him.
“Listen carefully, you…whoever you are… under no circumstances I will leave
this room and I guess there is nothing you can do about it” you say while
pushing his chest with your index after every word.
“First, the name is Yoongi and I’m sorry but refuse to leave this room as
well.” he smiles and all you want to do when you spot his teeth is to punch him
hard.
“So either you go, or we stay together.” he continues, sitting on the edge of
the bed, leaning on his palms.
Your head boils but you don’t know if it’s anger or disgust. You keep yourself
from not punching him, although all your body feels the need. “I can’t let him
stay here, there is no other bed, he will stay with me, in the same bed and he
is a man. What if he…ahh” your mind is in complete agony, all the odd scenarios
spinning around your brain and through your body. You feel like sweat will soon
drip from your body.
“So, are you going to change your key or you really want to feel me tonight?”
he shakes your thoughts as he rests his arms on his knees and even though you
are above him, the way he looks scares you, trouble seeping from his eyes.
In the anger of the moment you storm outside the room, heading straight to the
reception. Jimin is there, his burgundy hair shining vividly as you approach
him fast. You lean against the reception table and as soon as Jimin sees your
face, he lights up, his whole face smiling as a pale shade of pink colors his
cheeks.
“Oh Y/N. Is everything ok?” he asks, noticing your desperate gaze.
“Can I change my room?”
“Um normally you can but, unfortunately there is no other room available.” he
points at the wooden shelves behind him and, indeed he is right. There is no
key, nowhere.
“Ahh, I see. But can you tell me if one checkouts?” you ask, your expression
dropping as disappointment blurs our mind.
“Sure thing, Y/N.” he smiles again, wider than before but not even his angel
like face can’t get you out of this state. You are going to spend a night with
that guy. You drag your lambs to your room and your expression turns in
surprise when you see him curled in the bed, his shirt off and with eyes
closed.
You gulp at the view and although you hate him you can’t help not to stare at
his bare torso. His abdominal muscles are prominent, even more visible thanks
to his pale white skin, he is thin but muscular and you don’t even know how to
react. Should you wake him up? Or throw the shirt back on him? Or cover him
with the blanket? Ah, what is this situation? You are about to pull your hair
away from your scalp, nerves and confused mingled thoughts swirling in your
head.
He is obnoxious, but handsome, he smells like money, but you want to feel snob,
you want to shoo him away from the room but you want to feel him sleeping in
the same bed as you. God, this can’t happen. You hide your face in your palms
and shake your head, trying to get away from the confused feelings.
“So? Are you coming in bed or?” his voice is quiet, ballad to your ears and you
are automatically dragged into bed, like it’s morning and his voice is the
smell of coffee. You climb on the bed, on the right side that is free and
nervously lay on one side, facing him. He turns around and looks at you with
half lidded eyes. The color is blacked, pupils big and round, almost unseen in
the middle of the pitch-black irises. His hand comes in contact with your
shoulder, rubbing it tenderly. His touch is feather light, nothing you ever
imagined because it’s contradictory with his storming personality. Hair strands
rest wet on his forehead as you are lured inside his tempting game. His fingers
tip toe up on your neck, drawing patterns on your shy skin and with his touches
your mind settles, you know clearly what you want: him.
You stare back at him, biting your lower lip as you slowly come closer to him,
your noses only one inch apart from each other. He traced the line of your jaw
with a knuckle, action that sends squirming thunders through your body. Your
inside is a storm, raindrops sipping from your pores as you feel your cheeks
catching fire, thunders hitting your sensitive places and tornados growing
bigger in your stomach. Your heart beats are erratic, sometimes they beat as
fast as an overheated engine, sometimes as the heart of a dying person. Your
skin tousle when he strokes the back of your neck, slowly approaching.
Magnetic force brings your lips together and in the need of more you part them,
begging for his tongue. His lips are like plush, cozy and warm-as if you are
not hot enough-and as you kiss more, you want more. Your lips part in need,
allowing him enough space to come inside and stroke your tongue with his. If
his lips were soft, his tongue is a cloud and who would have ever thought that
the rich man that smelled as glamour and violence can deliver this kind of cozy
kisses. Your hands wind to his hips, brushing his skin. You feel him shudder
under your fingertips as you go on his back, tickling his spine from the back
of his neck to the hem of his pants and back.
His eagerness makes him climb over you, moving his hands frantically up and
down your sides. You cup his face, pulling him closer to you and pushing your
tongue deeper in his mouth. He moans but breaks the kiss, pinning your hands
above your head.
“You want me, don’t you?”
You can only nod at his question and move your hands under his grip. You want
so much to touch him, it’s unbearable. He smiles in satisfaction, crushing his
lips over yours again, still keeping your hands in place with one hand while
the other one slips under your dress. His touches linger on your thighs as he
goes north, feeling more skin, raising more goosebumps, warming your body even
more. You’re in flames and you sink in the mattress when he moves his hips back
and forth. You part your legs and curl them around his waist, now giving him a
better opportunity to rub your clothed clit. You buck your hips forward in
desperate need of more friction.
“Let go of my hands.” you whisper between wet kisses and he listens to you,
freeing your hands. The opportunity is here so you twist him in bed, changing
places with him, straddling him. Impatient, you unbuckle his pants and toss
them on the ground together with his boxers. Hunger or thirst, you don’t know
what you feel, all you know is that you want to cure it. You take his length,
keeping it still with one hand while the other makes circles around his tip. He
moans, so sensual and erotic. You kiss his penis from base to tip before taking
him inside your mouth. The contact with your tongue earns his growls. You inch
him further, taking your time to lubricate his member. You withdraw and go down
again, bobbing your head in the pace that makes him a moaning mess.
You deep-throat him while your hand gently pulls his balls and the sensation
seems too much for him to handle when he smash you against the mattress,
spreading your legs and moving your damped panties on one side. His tongue
licks in between your folds and stops on your clit. His tongue circles it
before moving lower again, spearing you as his index and thumb pinch your clit.
His mouth moves up again while his fingers go down, he bites your slit gently
while inserting one digit inside. The fulfillment makes you moan, your sounds
his motivation to slip another finger inside, this time stretching your walls
as he withdraws and goes inside again. He pumps faster as his tongue circles
your clit in a frenzy. As he continues his ministrations you feel the quake
building in the pit of your stomach.
“Y/N, I have a key” Jimin screams happily.
You jump and cover yourself with the dress-that was still on you- noticing the
blood flushing into his cheeks. Yoongi raise his head lazily, looking dull at
Jimin. The red haired one leaves the room in complete embarrassment, noisily
shutting the door behind him. Yoongi puts the bathrobe on him and leaves the
room too. You are alone.
-
“Jimin, wait!” Yoongi screams as he runs after the younger boy. Jimin stops and
turns around on his heels. His eyes are a puzzle, he is either embarrassed,
either angry or turned on. He chews his lower lip while frowning his eyebrows.
When Yoongi finally catches him, he rests his hand on Jimin’s shoulder.
“What?” Jimin asks sharply.
“Look man, I know you like her, I saw the way you look at her, but I feel the
same. Look, you seem a very nice guy so I don’t want you to run away from
this.”
“From what?” Jimin asks, his eyes widening in hope and interest.
“The opportunity of making love with her. She likes you, I do know and you like
her back, but same goes for me and her too, we like each other. So what can we
do?”
“I don’t know.” Jimin says as he digs his teeth in his lower lip.
“I do!” Yoongi exclaims, grabbing Jimin’s wrist and pulling him in the
direction of the room. He opens the door and steps inside, spotting you
standing on the edge of the bed.
-
You are ready to look at Yoongi when your attention runs to Jimin who is pushed
in the bed, next to you. Yoongi looks at you, then to him and back to you. His
feet is tapping energized and with his hands linked on his chest, he smiles.
“You like him, but you like me too” Yoongi tells you.
“You like her but I do too.” He tells Jimin.
“I like you but know you like her” Yoongi says, firstly looking at you, than at
Jimin. You and Jimin look at each other, trying to understand what is Yoongi
mumbling. You both look back at the green haired man. He sighs in responds to
your curious gazes.
“What if we try something else? What if we all do it? Together.” Yoongi
eventually says, answer that surprise both you and Jimin. It came out randomly
and it’s odd that you find his offer interesting. You never thought about this
but it’s just so tempting when you are in the same room with two boys that look
too perfect to be real. You look at Jimin and see the darkened eyes, all drawn
in raw desire. He nods and you nod back, both turning to Yoongi to say in the
same time:
“Let’s have some fun.”
Yoongi smiles at your answer and tilts his head towards Jimin while looking at
you. The signal is too understandable so you stand up. You move Jimin’s hands
from his lap and get on top of him. He is a mess, already hard under your
panties. You cup his face and crush your lips over his. You feel his cheeks
burning under your palms as he grips your hipbones to press you lower on his
clothed growth. You part your lips and meet his tongue, the contact
electrifying for both of you. Your heads move frantically from side to side
while your hands discover each other’s. You rub yourself against his hard
member in need of more friction.
You get rid of his shirt, letting your nails scratch his heated skin as you
eliminate the fabric. You touch his torso, squeezing his biceps before lowering
your hand towards his navel. Your index slips in the space between his packs,
circling around his belly button before going up again, passing over a nipple
and caving your nails into the back of his neck. He looks like he is about to
eat you and when you meet his eyes you come closer, lips only millimeters away
from his. You link your fingers in his hair and exactly when he moves his head
to meet your lips, you pull his head down. His neck is stretched and appetizing
so you can’t resist. You kiss his lips, lower on his chin, nibble on his
jawline and licking a stripe until you reach the junction between his neck and
shoulder, place where you finally cave your teeth in. He growls as you suck his
flesh, offering him the proof that today happened in the shape of a circular
indigo mark.
You grab his shoulders and, in his surprise you smash him against the mattress.
His expression is so eager you are afraid the places will twist at any time.
You kiss him deeply, fighting with his tongue between tracing a path of wet
kisses over his chest, in between his packs until you reach his pants. You open
the zipper and pull his pants down to his knees, where Yoongi clench the
material to throw it on the ground.
He grabs your hand and pulls you up, turning you around to face him. He catches
the hem of your dress and toss it to god knows where, then gets rid of your
panties too. His eyes run feverishly over you bare body before turning you
around to face Jimin. He is laid down on the bed, the same position in which
you left him, only that he is stroking his penis with slow movements. You smile
at him and kneel down, replacing his hand with yours, snaking his member with
one hand while the other strokes his inner thighs. He growls sharply when you
kiss his tip, moving south until the base and up again. You open your mouth,
taking his tip inside and swirling your tongue around it. The sensation makes
the skin of his legs tousle and you are pleased to hear his desperate moans
filling the room.
You move lower until the half and back up, this way finding you perfect pace,
with each suck you go further and as lower you get, as loud his groans are. He
becomes a moaning mess when you bob your head up and down, your fists that’s on
his base squeezing his penis. You quicken the pace and your fists stokes the
part your mouth can’t reach. You lay your tongue flat against his under area,
licking the spot where the tip meets the member. His noises are a symphony and
as much as you want to taste him more, you are pulled up by Yoongi who is naked
again.
“And me?” he pouts and his question makes you giggle. You go on your knees
again, taking his dick inside your mouth until the middle and back up. You
circle the base with your thumb and index, rubbing his erection while you suck
him. You hollow your cheeks and vacuum him, the pressure earning his guttural
moans. You back away when he kneels down too, position that requires you to
fall on your elbows. You go down towards his member and when you are about to
lick it, your butt pumps in aching pain, the result of an eager spank. You look
behind and see Jimin, on his knees too, guiding his dick closer to your
entrance.
He brushes his tip in between your folds and pushes halfway in your core, the
thickness stretching you so much it almost hurt. You moan in pleasure but
scream when, after he pulls back, he pushes entirely. You already see white
dots blurring your vision but you are back to reality when Yoongi pushes his
member in your opened mouth. You are a mess, moaning around the dick of Yoongi
while Jimin quickens the pace. His thrusts are deep but it helps you because he
pushes you towards Yoongi, forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth.
Noticing that Jimin calmed himself you grab Yoongi’s base to keep him still
while bobbing your head. You try to concentrate of the treatment you deliver to
the man in front of you but you find it impossible when Jimin rub your swollen
nub. His thrusts are in synchro with the movements of his fingers and you have
to take Yoongi out of your mouth when he spanks you again, leaving the red form
of his palm of which pain lingers until he spanks you again.
Yoongi pulls you up, letting you stay only on your knees. He kisses you
ardently and squeeze your boobs. He pinch your right nipple while sucking the
left one, circling his tongue around your nip in perfect synchrony with Jimin’s
fingers that circle around your clit. Jimin’s thrusts become slower by the time
Yoongi delivers the same attention to your other breast. He pulls you up and
pushes you on the bed. He helps Yoongi get up and they look at each other,
nodding and devilishly smiling. They turn their attention to you.
Jimin joins you on bed, laying on the mattress. He pulls you above him, pushing
his member in your wetness. What you find strange is why he doesn’t move but
now Yoongi is in your back, pushing you so that your chest glues to Jimin’s.
You feel his cock rubbing in front of your other hole and with slow movements
he slips inside. As a cavern that was not stretched before you scream, this
time in pure pain but get confused when Jimin starts moving underneath you,
deep and slow, hitting your spot. You feel Yoongi withdrawing and going in
again and with every thrust the pain gets lost, until it’s replaced by
pleasure. They find their pace, thrusting in you in the same time.
You can’t keep your moans inside when they work together but you find yourself
on the verge when Yoongi circles your clit and Jimin pinches your nipples. You
are ready to scream when Yoongi aligns his body with yours and bite on your
ardent neck. Jimin finds his way to your mouth, making it impossible for you to
scream. They still move together but your building quake squirms your body only
when they move separately; When Jimin goes inside, Yoongi goes outside and when
Yoongi goes inside, Jimin withdraws. A mess, that’s what you are and you scream
when, despite your orgasm they thrust to reach theirs. Your body quivers
frantically, your knees about to give up when Yoongi pulls outside and comes on
your butt. Jimin pumps two more times, while pinching your clit before coming
too, his liquid dripping down your folds.
You smash on the mattress, Yoongi on your right and Jimin in your left. You
pant together, and while they inhale deep mouths of air, you keep shaking, your
orgasm washing over you continuously. Jimin moves your hair from your face
while Yoongi grabs your hand, stroking your skin with his thumb.
After what seems like an eternity you finally calm yourself, now meeting the
laziness both Jimin and Yoongi met before. They don’t pant anymore, but they do
breathe fast. It’s like you read each other’s mind. You look and Yoongi and
then to Jimin, earning theirs smiles.
“What happened in room 178, stays in room 178.”
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