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Yoongi had just entered the dorm, shopping bags in hand as he slipped his shoes off. The other members, who were relaxing on the couch for their day off, curiously eyed the bags. “Welcome home, hyung,” Jimin smiled at him, “I thought you were going to your studio.”
“Changed my mind.” Yoongi answered.
“And went shopping ? Without me ?” Taehyung pouted, upset that his hyung didn’t invite him , the most stylish out of them all.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I didn’t need any help.” How thankful he was that none of the members came with him.
“What’d you buy?” Namjoon asked, finally looking away from his book to stare interestedly at the bags that were blank. How thankful Yoongi was, again, for the bags being discreet.
“Underwear.” Yoongi mumbled, hoping to go to his room without any questions - but of course, who was he trying to fool.
“Underwear?” Hoseok repeated, raising an eyebrow, “Don’t you have plenty? Even if some of us borrow them.” He grinned innocently.
Yoongi shrugged, “We could always use mo-”
“-Oh! This is about what Jin hyung said about your cute boxer prints, right?” Jimin cut him off.
Jin’s eyes widened as he turned to Yoongi, “Angel, I’m sorry I said that, I was just teasing you. I like your underwear and don’t want you to waste money on ones without the prints.”
“It’s fine, relax.” Yoongi waved a hand to notify them to drop it as he left the room, heading towards his shared room with Jin.
As they all watched him leave and heard the sound of a door clicking shut, Namjoon went back to his book. He didn’t have to look up to know the others were still thinking about it so he added, “Maybe he just had to buy more underwear.” And hoped that was that.
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Turns out that wasn’t the end of it and surprisingly it only took into that night to come to terms with what Yoongi had planned. Jin, as always, was laying in his bed and playing his DS before Yoongi shut the lights off. Yoongi, in turn, was in the bathroom probably changing. Despite being roommates for ages , he still preferred to change into his pajamas in a separate room.
Jin didn’t have a problem with it since he knew the reason he did that was because he was embarrassed - not about his body or anything, but because of his pajamas. He did sleep in just his cute bear print boxers sometimes but most nights he slept in those boxers and a huge shirt. It was no secret that they were all prone to Yoongi stealing their shirts, even Jimin’s, if he ever felt like it. He loved wearing them to bed and usually chose Jungkook or Namjoon’s.
But this time, as he patted back into the room, his roommate took notice that he was wearing his light pink t shirt. Jin would’ve groveled at that but he was too busy looking down to his uncovered thighs where his underwear would be. Yoongi always preferred longer boxers so he didn’t feel naked so, where were they?
Before Jin could voice his question out loud, Yoongi yawned loudly, stretching his arms up and Jin was exposed to cute, pink -
“Panties?” Jin gaped at the way the small piece of clothing contrasted against Yoongi’s pale skin as it peeked out under the shirt.
Yoongi turned to him, looking tired. “Hmm?” He looked down at himself, “Oh yeah.” He said as if he’s been wearing them his whole life. He even turned to Jin and lifted the front of his shirt, showing off the subtle white polka dots decorating the panties and the short white ruffles it had at the base, matched with a tiny white bow right in the middle. “Anyways, goodnight.” He said, making his way over to shut the lights off as Jin heard him get into bed.
Jin, with his DS still in his hand, squinted at the other side of the room. He shut his game system, crawled out of bed and flicked the light on, seeing that Yoongi was buried under his covers. He strided over to the rappers bed and dipped onto it. “Baby,” He called, softly “Baby, you didn’t think I would just let you go to sleep after showing me that, did you?” His hands could make out Yoongi’s legs under the cover, shuffling underneath them to feel the skin.
Yoongi peeked out from the covers, up to his eyes. “Why not?” He asked but Jin could already see the pink flush on his cheeks.
Jin smiled, eyes flashing with sneakiness. “Because I want to see you, can I, angel?” He asked, knowing Yoongi found it hard to deny any of them when they called him such sweet names.
Yoongi shifted, letting Jin peel the covers completely off until he was lying there, looking anywhere but his hyung. The shirt ridden up to reveal his pale tummy, and the panties tight against him. “D-Do you like them?” Yoongi asked, still preferring to stare at the wall.
Jin marveled at his beautiful boy, one hand still gripping his thighs. The other came to play with the ruffles on the underwear, watching at Yoongi’s hips jerked a little at the sensitivity. “Oh god, Yoongi-yah, you look fucking beautiful.” He got him to look at him, “Did you buy these because of what I said at the concert?” He asked, conversation from earlier coming up.
Yoongi blinked, “I did go to buy new underwear… But I wanted to surprise you, too. I bought them because I wanted to. For you to like them.” He admitted.
Jin smiled big at him, licking his lips as he wasted no time to lay an open mouth kiss over the front of the panties. Yoongi’s breathe hitched as he felt himself get a little hard at the feeling of Jin’s mouth over him.
And if Jin fucked into him gently, hips rocking and grinding lightly, murmuring in his ear that he looked absolutely ravishing , the panties still wrapped around his knees, who was he to complain?
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Hoseok was waiting for a few minutes now, for his little hyung. They had agreed to go out today, just the 2 of them for some soul partner bonding. Hoseok was happy, loved to spend time with Yoongi. He was rocking back and forth on his feet by the door, ready to go. The dorm was silent with the others out and he paused to listen to - nothing.
He tentatively made his way to his hyungs room and knocked on the door. “Hyung, are you ready?” With no response, he slowly opened the door to find an empty room. He looked around the room with a confused expression when the bathroom door opened.
Yoongi walked out and looked at Hoseok, “Ah, sorry, I was using the bathroom. Let me just change.” He went to his closet and Hoseok beamed.
“Sure thing!” He said, leaning against the wall as he waited for his hyung to pick something out. He was in a casual black shirt and gray sweatpants as he threw a big black sweater and skinny jeans onto the bed.
Hoseok choked when Yoongi slipped his pants down, over the slope of his ass and - Hoseok was met with panties . And not just any pair of panties, no, he was met with a baby pink colored one with a teal bumpy border with a matching pink bow on the back. That was fine though, the color, the way it fit him, even that he was wearing them in the first place. What got to Hoseok was the fact that there was a heart shaped cut out on it, showing off Yoongi’s sleek crack of his ass.
“Hobi, do you think these pants are fine?” Yoongi asked, holding up the jeans he picked out earlier, looking over his shoulder at the other.
Hoseok only stared at him with wide eyes, “Hyung,” He swallowed deeply, “Let’s not go out.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, “Huh? But you were so excited to go to this new place, weren’t you?” He set the pants down, turning to face him and Hoseok got the front view and groaned.
“I found something else that’s exciting.” He maneuvered Yoongi to turn around so he could look at the heart again, hands moving to grip his ass and thumbs rubbing at the exposed area. “Honey, you knew what you were doing when you dropped your pants, hmm?” He hummed, smiling when Yoongi bucked back into his hands, “You had no interest in leaving the house today, hmm, baby?” His hands gripped harder.
Yoongi shook his head, panting at the sensation, “N-No.”
“And you let me get dressed anyways?” Hoseok whined, teasing him.
And when he bent Yoongi over the side of his bed, Yoongi’s arms holding him up against it as he thrusted into him, panties held down so he could do so through the heart, Yoongi couldn’t do anything but moan.
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Namjoon loved finding himself in this predicament, Yoongi on top of him as they lazily made out on the studio couch. Namjoon would always come over during lunch time, bringing Yoongi coffee and some food he’d hopefully eat and then they would work on songs - usually . The boys were very adamant on their time alone, privacy away from the others. Even though they all fucked Yoongi, Namjoon still enjoyed his own time with his hyung.
Yoongi loved it too, loved laying on Namjoon’s chest as the younger’s big hands glided across his back, his hips, his ass . He bit down on Namjoon’s bottom lip and heard the younger groan, hands freely groping his ass at the feeling. Yoongi smiled into the kiss as one of Namjoon’s hands slipping under his pants, grabbing at his - his -
“What?” Namjoon pulled away, eyes trying to see what the thin fabric his fingers grabbed was. He confusedly sat up with Yoongi before gripping his legs and moving their position to he was hovering over the elder. “What are you wearing, hyung?” He asked but Yoongi just smiled up at him, eyes peering.
He raised an eyebrow, both hands coming to grip the hem of his pants to pull them down to his thighs, revealing a small pair of sheer pink panties. Namjoon’s eyes flew open when he read the black, bold print of ‘Property of Daddy’ written across the front. “You like?” Yoongi asked, fluttering his lashes when Namjoon looked up at him, “Daddy?”
“T-This is the new underwear you bought?” Namjoon asked, and Yoongi wanted to face palm. The leader often got flustered in the beginning but if he went along with it, Yoongi knew he’d get pounded into in no time.
“No, I bought them just for you , daddy.” He easily grinned, rutting his hips up so Namjoon would get the hint that he could touch .
“Shit,” Namjoon cursed, pulling Yoongi’s pants off and, thank god he wasn’t as naive as before, “Baby, fuck, you look so good. So fucking good for daddy, huh?” He asked, eyes peering back to the panties that looked perfect on him. “So small and pretty, just like you baby.” He moved up to kiss Yoongi on the mouth again before hands caressed the side of his hips where the panties were pressed against.
And Yoongi was over the moon when Namjoon fucked him, the panties shifted over with Namjoon’s hold, and the only thing that filled the room were his moans of, daddy! Yes, yes! Faster, harder, fuck me, daddy!
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Yoongi had decided to just relax on the couch as the others had gone out. Jin and Namjoon to the grocery store, Hoseok and Jimin to the dance studio, and the 2 youngest to god knows where. He sighed briefly as he stretched in his seat, wearing nothing but a nice crop top and shorts and - a little special something.
He wondered, who would come home first, but he already knew who would get tired of dancing first. Who would come straight home after practicing with their Hoseok hyung. And he was right when the door opened and Jimin stepped in. “Oh, hi hyung!” He chirped happily, setting his duffle bag down that was full of his sweaty clothes. “What’s up?” He asked, coming to the bag of the couch and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Bored?”
“A little.” Yoongi said, smiling softly back.
Jimin let his eyes roam over his hyung, spotting the white crop top right away, appreciating his pale skin and soft body. Smile still on his face, his eyebrows furrowed funnily as he glanced at the shorts. They were quite short and Yoongi liked his boxers long, so wouldn’t they be going past them. “Hyungie… Are you wearing underwear?” He teased, eyes shining with what Yoongi could recognize as amusement.
Yoongi snorted, “Don’t be silly, Jiminie, of course I am.”
Jimin’s smiled got wider, “ Prove it then.”
Yoongi laughed, “You just want to see me take my bottoms off.” He poked Jimin’s nose.
“Maybe,” Jimin chuckled, “But maybe I just want you to prove it.”
“Fine, fine.” Yoongi stood up and Jimin was already screaming on the inside with glee as his eyes narrowed onto his ass. Yoongi’s boxers were always tight and squeezed his butt so nice, Jimin was a little excited.
But his smile wiped right off his face when Yoongi pulled down his pants, bending over slightly to hold them near his knees. Instead of his usual tight, black underwear, Yoongi was wearing a pair of bright red panties. Not only were they short enough to reveal the bottom of his cheeks, but they were also swooped down to show off his crack and had the hem and a stripe up his crack meet together in a red bow. Jimin could feel his brain just freeze as he stared at his hyung, who was bent over and looking as lovely as ever.
“See? I told you I was, didn’t I?” Yoongi asked, not moving from his position, a small smile on his face.
Jimin nodded even though Yoongi couldn’t see him as he slowly made his way across the couch, smooth hands coming to feel the red lace of the panties. “You’re so naughty , kitten.” He said and Yoongi grinned wider.
And as he could have predicted, Jimin had him spread on the couch as he thrusted into him with fast snapping hips, letting him know just how dirty he truly was.
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Taehyung grumbled from sleep, making his way to the bathroom as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. He didn’t bother to knock, either the door would be open for him or he’d walk in on Jimin or Namjoon and he could care less. He opened the door and was met with -
Yoongi. But not just Yoongi - a naked Yoongi. But not just a naked Yoongi - a naked Yoongi who was slipping panties up his thighs and landing them on his hips.
Yoongi had tilted his head to Taehyung from over his shoulder, “Oh? Did I forget to lock the door?” Yoongi never forgot to lock the bathroom door, well knowing that the others didn’t knock before coming in.
Taehyung didn’t say anything and didn’t remove his eyes from the panties since he walked in. They were white, lacy, and what had him getting hard already were that they were see through . Despite being underwear, they did a horrible job covering Yoongi’s ass, exposing everything to Taehyung.
He also didn’t say anything as he stripped his shirt off, pushing Yoongi against the wall, chest pressing into his back. He was quick to remove his pants, ignoring Yoongi’s obviously fake questions of confusion. They were all aware that Yoongi valued his bathroom time so there was no way he didn’t intentionally want Taehyung - or any of them - to walk in on him slipping the panties on.
He bit Yoongi’s ear softly as he rubbed his underwear clothed cock against the swell of his ass - against the panties . “What a slut you are, baby,” He whispered into his ear, “Should’ve left the door wide open so any of us could see how gorgeous you look like this.” His hands played with the hem of the underwear, thumbs rubbing the skin right above it.
“T-Taehyung,” Yoongi whined, ass jerking back to grind into his hardening cock, “Come on, fuck me.” He moaned.
And he knew Taehyung hated wasting time, instead choosing to move the line of panty to the side, fucking into him without a thought of hesitation, just like Yoongi wanted.
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Jungkook, being the youngest that he was, was far from innocent, Yoongi of all people knew that. He didn’t bother playing games with him, tip toeing around him, because he knew the maknae didn’t like that.
Instead, he slipped into his room when the youngest stepped out in between a break of Overwatch most likely to get a snack. Waited a few minutes to hear the returning footsteps before getting into position.
And when Jungkook walked in, box of cookies in hand and one sticking out his mouth, he let it all drop to the floor when he saw Yoongi.
Yoongi on his bed, on his hands and knees, back arched as he was on the side, able to make eye contact with the maknae. “Kook-ah,” His hyung purred, “Let’s play .” He smiled.
Of course this wasn’t the first time Yoongi had a habit of interrupting his video game time, and Jungkook never minded anyways. He’d always pick fucking his hyung over any game, but - but Yoongi was not only wearing black naughty thigh highs, he was also wearing a pair of incredibly sexy panties. Jungkook could see them perfectly from the doorway. They were soft black, bordered with intricate lace and a dark bow smacked on it. What got him was the way they curved to reveal most of his ass, crack, hole and everything as 2 strips connected under his cheeks to hold the underwear in place.
The maknae all put tripped as he slammed the door shut and made his way to his bed, already unbuckling the belt to his pants as he reached his hyung, pulling him into a rough kiss. “Baby,” He grunted agiainst his lips, “You look so fucking sexy , I can’t believe it.”
Yoongi laughed against him, pressing soft kisses to his mouth, “All for you , Kookie.”
Jungkook groaned, throwing Yoongi down on the bed as his hands clutched his thighs. He slipped them up to his ankles and held them up, staring down at how open Yoongi was against the panties.
And when he put his legs on one side of him and pounded and wrecked Yoongi right through his panties, he was a moaning, whimpering mess .
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It took even less time for the others to catch on for when Yoongi entered the house again a few days later, shopping bags adorning his arms, he was ready.
“Welcome home, hyung!” Jimin called out, happily, and then paused when he saw the familiar blank bags he was carrying.
“Thanks.” Yoongi smiled innocently, not giving them time to react as he walked to his room.
If it had anything to do with the grunts and rush of footsteps coming his way, he wouldn’t be alone.
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Hi, here are the panties cause my descriptions suck, they're in order
