trust you | 20210924

pairing(s): yoongi x male wiyllt
—important: this drabble contains m/m pairing and no reader.
yes, the male OC is male whatifyoulivelikethat aka a male fictional version of the author / me; part the dionysus au

Min Yoongi knew the Twitter user yourowndionysushad been getting involved with Jeon Jungkook’s sex life. He was, after all, the one who introduced them in the first place since he knw the man with the dark, dark eyes… very well.

notes: fluff with hint of D/s dynamics

dionysus i (jjk x reader x male wiyllt)
dionysus ii (myg x reader x male wiyllt)
dionysus iii (jjk x reader x male wiyllt)

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“What?”

“Nothing.”

Min Yoongi watched those dark, dark eyes look away from him, shielded by the curtain of black on the left side of his face. The other male’s lips were dark mauve from Yoongi’s teeth.

“I gotta go.”

He watched the taller man yank on his black shirt, pulling it over his back, over that script tattoo under his left shoulder blade, what if you live like that, tight and molding to that toned torso, casually sexy, hair wilder as he emerged, shaking it out roughly as he always did.

Yoongi wasn’t putting on his clothes. This was his own bed.

He said nothing as the other man put on each article of clothing, black boxer briefs over that shapely ass and impressive thighs, loose black pants over those long legs, black hoodie, left unzipped, falling over one shoulder, ignored, running a hand through his black hair that brushed his lower jaw in attempt to fix the mess Yoongi had made while gripping on it as that body had towered over him and consumed his senses.

The man named Dionysus on Twitter turned around and looked at Yoongi again, and Yoongi knew it wasn’t nothing. Didn’t matter what that husky voice said. The taller man paused, searching his eyes, and he made no move to hide, for there was no reason to when his safety was in those dark, dark eyes.

There was silence and only Yoongi had the courage to break it.

“Thought you had to go.”

A small smile on those mauve lips. Almost a smirk. “Yeah.”

Hesitation.

He waited.

The other male leaned over and kissed him again. Softly this time. Yoongi felt the floaty black strands tickle his skin, the silver-ringed fingers stroke his cheek.

Then he backed away.

Yoongi looked up at him, at the man with his words tattooed to his back, the one who smiled with the hint of a dimple appearing in his cheek, the kind of thing that only showed up when he was around Yoongi.

“I have to go,” the man with silver rings repeated, gazing down at the bed that wasn’t his.

Silence.

“Jungkook wants to see you this Friday.”

The other man’s smile remained, tucking a hand on his pocket. “Hm. I see.”

“I can tell him to fuck off.”

A dry chuckle.

“I trust you, Yoongi.”

And the other man turned and left, closing his bedroom door. He heard him walk down the hall, yank on his boots, open the front door. Heard him lock it securely behind him, double checking that he had done it correctly.

He left.

Yoongi laid back against his pillows. He could smell him all around, warm and heady, green tea and toasted marshmallow, could still feel the heat of that body, those long fingers dancing down his chest, those plush lips pressed to his temple, dark whisper against his skin.

I’ll take care of you.

“I should have told Jungkook he was busy,” Yoongi mumbled to the ceiling, knowing no one was there to hear.

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dionysus iv (jjk x male wiyllt)

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I’m well aware practically no one will read this, but it didn’t sit right with me if I didn’t post it before ‘dionysus iv’ (jjk x male wiyllt)