Prompt: Please Admin Meyg, a drabble about Yoongi getting all flustered because of your outfit for a fancy dinner with him and the boys. There has always being something between you but it has never became fisical until that night when you instinctively touched his leg under the table while laughing and he gets all shy
Tags:Public sex, mommy kink, light exhibitionism
You checked your ass out in the mirror. Yup. You looked damn good. The dress you were wearing had been a blessing from the gods - it fitted you in just the right places, and left just enough to the imagination. Happy with how you looked, you turned around again, to make sure your boobs and makeup were on point. They were. Perfect winged eyeliner that, granted, took you way longer than it probably should’ve, and the fake lashes that brought out your eyes and made them pop looked perfect with the bold eyeshadows you had picked - crimson and gold -, that made your gaze look as fierce as ever. All looked good with the dress. The simple, skin tight black dress that really seemed to be made especially for you. Smiling at yourself in the mirror, you searched though your makeup bag, looking for your favorite pink matte liquid lipstick. Once you found it, you dabbed a bit of it on your bottom lip, and closed your lips together a few times, applying it perfectly on your mouth. You smiled again. You felt and looked as sexy as ever, and no one could deny it.
You phone rang as you sat down on the bed to put your shoes on. You reached out for it, quickling accepting the call when you read Yoongi’s name on the screen.
“Sup”, you said as you put your shoes on, having managed to secure the phone on your ear by holding it there with your shoulder.
“Are you on your way? Namjoon misheard the hour and he and Jin are there an hour earlier, so they already got a table”, Yoongi’s voice rang on your ear, a bit muffled.
“Yeah, I’m about to leave. Are you driving or something? It sounds really muffled”, you finished clamping your shoes on, and stood up, scrambling around the bed for your purse and charger, then leaving you room, but not before picking up your four button coat from behind the door.
“Yeah, I habilitated it earlier. It sucks though. I must be losing signal or some shit. Anyway, I’m almost at the restaurant already, so you want me to order anything so when you arrive the food is there?”, you could hear him cursing someone out as soon as he finished speaking, and you had to bite your lip to not giggle.
“Chicken Alfredo sounds good”, you answered as you left the house, already unlocking your car.
“Of course it does. I’m serious, you have a problem”, he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.
“It’s the best!Pasta and chicken combination? How can anyone not love it!?”, you defended, and he scoffed. “You don’t know the good life, Min Yoongi”, you said as you clicked your tongue at him, then placed your phone on the panel of your car, put it on speaker mode and pulled out of your driveway, carefully backing out into the street.
“If you say so”, you could hear him shrugging through the phone. The disrespect.
“Yes, I do say so. I’d defend it with my life”, you joked, watching the road as carefully as ever to make sure you didn’t have to make any brusque movements and cause your phone to fly out of the window or something.
“You’re incorrigible”, he tsked, and then laughed, “anyway, I just arrived, so I’ll have to turn off the car, that means end call”, he was speaking clearerly now, and you nodded, although he couldn’t see.
“No problem. See you there, Min”, you sing songed, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel.
“Yup, and I’ll see you”, he said, “bye bye now”
“Byeee”, you sing songed again, then turned your phone off and drove to the restaurant.
The restaurant was a small cantina just off downtown, and it was one of your favorite places ever. The environment was cozy, and the decoration was beautiful - the walls covered in pictures and objects from traditional Italian homes and culture -, their chicken alfredo was the best… not to mention they had some of the best wine you’ve ever had.
As soon as you entered the place, someone came to your assistance, recognizing you and immediately taking you to the table were your friends already were, all sitting down and talking with wine glasses in hand. Namjoon and Jin were sitting next to each other, and so were Hoseok and Jimin. Taehyung was typing away on his phone, seated in between two empty seats - you could recognize Jungkook’s coat in the one to his left, so you took the only untouched one, right next to Yoongi, and left your purse there, then circled the table to hug Jin and Namjoon.
“Hey guys”, you greeted, and they all cheered at you, raising glasses and wooing. You smiled and joined them, congratulating Jin and Namjoon on their third anniversary.
“See?”, you gestured at them with your hand, “I told you you guys were perfect for each other!”, you cheered, and they nodded, looking at each other with heart eyes.
“Yeah, I’ll say it. You were right”, Jin sighed, voice filled with happiness and fake struggle from admitting - for the thousandth time - that you had been right back then. Namjoon laughed and hugged his boyfriend, stealing a quick kiss from Jin’s cheek.
“Thank you for convincing this one to make the first move”, Namjoon said, winking at you, “I never would’ve done it myself”
“Well someone had to”, you agreed, smiling when you remembered how they pinned each other back then.
Jin was about to say something when the food arrived and you finally sat down on your spot, smiling when your dish - perfect as always - was placed in front of you.
“Thanks for ordering”, you turned to Yoongi, and he smiled, shyly looking at you.
“I…uh, wow”, he cleared his throat, “uh..it’s no problem”
You smirked, following his gaze to where it had stopped - on your breaks -, and leaned closer to him, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s perfect! Wow so perfect, I…you look really good in this dress”, Yoongi stumbled out, cheeks burning crimson. He looked at you up and down, nervously.
“Thank you! It’s new. I had to buy it cause it fits me so perfectly”, you told him, purposely straightening your back so he could see more of the dress.
“Yeah..it’s beautiful”, he agreed, still blushing, then shyly looked away.
You smiled. You loved how flustered Yoongi got whenever you wore something a little more revealing. It was a fun game you played, flirting and flirting but never doing anything about it, but, in times like this, when he looked and acted so shy because of you, you knew that there was more to his side of the game. And, god knew, there had always been more to your side, also.
So, that night, you decided to take a leap of faith, and go all out.
The food tasted great, and everyone was having fun, laughing and chattering away about their lives and careers, and sharing funny stories from their pasts. Hoseok was in the middle of telling everyone how he once got his hand stuck in a bucket as a child - a story that was proving to be way funnier than expected -, when you decided to finally make a move, and slowly snake your hand on Yoongi’s thigh, dangerously close to his crotch area.
Yoongi froze. His eyes roamed you up and down, silently screaming at you, what the heck are you doing? but you only smiled, and shrugged, pouting innocently at him, nothing?
It took a while for Yoongi to stop squirming but, when he finally did, he rejoined the conversation, looking much more relaxed than a moment before. You smiled and started talking as well, enjoying the warmth that emanated from his thigh, and squeezing it playfully, just to see what he’d do. You giggled when, as expected, he jumped a little and side-eyed you, once again questioning your morals.
Hoseok’s story was causing everyone to full on laugh now, and you decided to take advantage of the moment. Taking courage in the fact that Yoongi hadn’t pushed your hand away as he could’ve, and the fact that he was still so flustered and blushing whenever he looked at you, you ran your hand up his thigh, and, slowly moved it to his crotch.
He looked at you, baffled and lost, looking at you with confused eyes, not sure of what to do or how to act. You simply smiled at him and experimentally rubbed his clothed dick, making him jerk and his mouth fall open.
“Y/N!”, he whispered, ducking into your space so no one would hear what he was saying to you, directly on your ear, “What the fuck are you doi-AH”, you tugged at his dick again, making him keen.
“Ahh, baby”, you cooed, continuing to rub him, “people will realize if you make too much noise. Do you want people to realize? I’ll have to stop, then. Do you want me to stop?”
He looked at you, and, for a moment, you wondered if you had gone too far, if he would tell you to fuck off and never talk to him again, but, just as you were about to remove your hand from his crotch, his head fell to your shoulder, damp forehead touching your hot skin, “No, please…mo-, please, Y/N, don’t stop”, he begged, cheeks burning with embarrassment and humiliation.
“What was that you were about to call me, baby?”, you asked, taking a moment to make sure the rest of the table was still happily chattering away. It seemed that Hoseok had finished his story, and Jungkook had started to talk instead. No one was paying attention to you or Yoongi. Good. “Hm, baby? Tell me. Your secret is safe with me”, you tugged him harder, and he looked at you with big, scared eyes.
“I…I can’t, I…”, he bit down his lip to stop a moan from scraping when you cupped his dick with your hand, rubbing the head with your palm, “It’s…it’s dirty”
“Dirty boys are the best boys, baby”, you slowly unzipped his pants, “you can tell me, if you want”
He was quiet for a minute, but then nodded, “You…promise not to laugh?”
“Why would I laugh, baby?”, you popped up his button, then sneaked a finger around the waistband of his boxers, and shoved your hand inside of it, making him hiss when your warm palm finally came in contact with his already leaking cock.
“I…I…Oh, god”, he choked on his words when you started to thumb his slit, feeling the precum that oozed from it, “I…mommy, mommy, please, more, more”, he pleaded and you gave it to him, tugging him hard one more time, and smiling when he hid his head on your shoulder once more as he reached the edge, cumming in your hand and staining the front of his boxers.
You smiled, resisting the urge to kiss the top of his head, “There you go, baby, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, you cooed, pumping him through the aftershocks.
“No, mommy, it was…it…it…thank you, mommy”, he said, looking at you with big eyes, and you knew, then, that you were in for a lot of fun.
“You’re welcome, baby. Now be a good boy and go clean yourself up, okay? Or do you need mommy’s help to do so?”, you asked, removing your hands from his trousers and cleaning them up with the napkin that was on your lap.
“I think…I think I’ll need mommy’s help, mommy”, he blushed, and you nodded, zipping his pants back on.