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Needy Girl - sope x fem!reader

A/N: This is a part 2 to my first work, Selfish - but it’s not a required read to enjoy this one. As always, please read the warning and MINORS DNI. I am also taking requests for any dark/filthy scenarios you may have that you’re maybe too shy to ask your standard smut writer! <3 my asks are always open

Warnings: oral (f and m receiving), spanking (f receiving), dubcon voyeurism, dirty talk (degradation and slight dumbification), cumshot, creampie, threesome, choking, mentions of crying/tears

Word Count: 5.1k

“I don’t understand,” you complain into the phone, wandering around the busy airport. “Where am I supposed to meet you?”

“I sent someone to keep you company during my schedule. They’ll make sure you get lunch and dinner, from the best restaurants in town, I promise. And they’ll take you around to look at some of the attractions I don’t always get to see. Take pictures for me.”

“You’re the only thing I came here to see.” You huff, squinting in the crowd for a familiar face. “Hey, who’s picking me up, then?”

There was a brief pause as you heard Yoongi shuffling something on the other end. He had been busy almost non-stop since you last saw him two weeks ago. After spending some time in the US, him and his members had moved on to do some interviews and photo shoots in Canada, where your flight had just landed.

After texting on and off during those two weeks, Yoongi had decided he needed to see you again. You remember the way your heart almost fluttered out of your chest when you got a text from him saying he missed you. Out of all the members, in all the time you’d known them, Yoongi had been the worst texter, second only to Jungkook. You didn’t usually hear from him much and you weren’t really expecting anything to be different after your impulsive, one-time hookup.

You had known all of Jin’s friends for quite a while now, and you knew they all cared for you, respected you, enjoyed seeing you…but none of them had ever told you that they missed you. You had gotten it in your head that this must be a pretty big deal. Your stomach had been doing flips since the moment you woke up this morning.

But now, you were hearing that you wouldn’t be allowed to accompany Yoongi for the day while he did his activities. Your stomach now felt hollow as unease and a sense of loneliness washed over you.

“If you look, you’ll see a man holding a sign with your name. He looks really strong and serious, but he’s kind, and he’ll keep you safe for the day while you have fun.” Yoongi finally answers.

Your eyes continue to scan the crowd, but you can’t say you’re very enthusiastic in your search.

“I’d be having more fun if I got to see you. I feel like you’re hiding me. I know we’re not dating or anything, so it’s okay if you don’t want to be seen with me in public, but-”

“Y/N,” Yoongi cuts you off. You can hear a smile in his voice. “You’re right, we’re not dating, but it’s nothing like that. I’m just protecting you. You have no idea what kind of people follow us around the airports or who surrounds the places we go. I want you to enjoy yourself without feeling that stress, let me handle it.”

“I get it,” you sigh, feeling the frustration leave your body. He’s so laid back and logical, it’s hard to stay upset with him. “But when can I actually see you today?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re getting dropped off at my hotel shortly after I get here. You’ll have an escort and everything.”

You heard talking in the background of the call, someone calling for him. You wondered what he was getting ready for. Before you could ask, you spotted the staff member Yoongi was talking about. He wasn’t standing out much, just wearing jeans and a black polo shirt, and the sign he held up was just a simple white paper with black ink. No wonder it took so long to find him.

You said your goodbyes to Yoongi before hanging up and heading over, heartbeat quickening at his final words before you ended the call.

“See you soon, baby.”

***

“This door is for their hallway,” the staff member instructed, using one arm to open the door for you. His other arm held your suitcase, which he had politely been carrying around everywhere for you all day. He was, indeed, very kind, and he had helped make today very fun. Rather, he had helped to distract you until now, the time you were looking forward to the most.

“Thank you so much,” you said to him genuinely, taking your suitcase back as you crossed the threshold. “I appreciate everything you’ve done today.”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head before pointing down the hall. “Down and off to your right. Room 416.”

With that, the door shut behind you and you were alone in a dead silent hallway. You assumed no one else was allowed to be on this floor right now aside from the boys.

Feeling like you were on a top secret mission or something, you quietly wheeled your suitcase down the hall, careful to keep your footsteps light, until you made it to Room 416.

You knock lightly on the door and wait, the warm yellow lighting in the hallway helping you to feel calm. You took a deep breath in and slowly let it out through your nose, willing your nervousness to go away.

The door cracked open, breaking the silence. No light spilled out from the opening, as it appeared that all the lights were off. It was nearly 10pm after all, and you’re sure it had been a long day for Yoongi.

His pale face glowed in the darkness that surrounded him, and he smiles as his eyes take you in. He still had his makeup on from his activities earlier, and he looked strikingly flawless.

“Come in,” he says, taking your suitcase from your hand and stepping out of the way to let you in. You step inside as Yoongi closes the door, and your eyes attempt to adjust to this rapid change in lighting.

Before you can say anything or take anything in, his arm is wrapped around your middle and he’s pulling you in. His warm lips find yours and he starts kissing you slowly, sweetly. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck as you allow him to press your body against his.

He’s so warm. Your body welcomes his touch, and you feel yourself coming alive as his tongue slips over your bottom lip. The kiss deepens, slowly, and his free hand comes up to cup your face.

You let it sink in. You can’t hide from it anymore. You really, really missed him.

You knew this was not lady-like. First, you hook up with him completely on a whim, literally in his living room, while everyone was home. And now here you were, desperate for more, ready to eat him alive before you even actually said hello to him. Or maybe, you don’t know, asked him how his day was.

When he eventually breaks the kiss, you’re already feeling breathless. You look down and laugh, opting to take your shoes off as a distraction.

“How was your schedule today?” You ask to hide how shy you’re feeling.

“Mm, it was good. Everything went smoothly. But it’s been a long day, and this is the part I’ve been anticipating.”

Now that your shoes are off, he’s all too eager to lead you to the bed. You couldn’t really see anywhere else to sit in the dark anyways, just random shapes and shadows.

He sits with his back against the headboard and pulls you towards him, prompting you to straddle his lap. Since you’re only wearing a skirt and a thong, you feel him hardening in his jeans.

Feeling encouraged, you strip your shirt off and throw it somewhere into the dark behind you, exposing the sexy bra you picked out today in preparation for this moment. Yoongi groaned, following your lead by tossing his shirt off before leaning in to cup your breasts and kiss your neck.

Your neck was very sensitive, and he’d figured this out. The tingles that went down your back had a pleasured sigh escaping your lips as Yoongi sucked and nipped at your weak spots.

His lips felt so warm and sweet on your skin. You had been dreaming about this for days, at night while you were trying to sleep, the thought of feeling this again kept you awake. Unable to help yourself, you closed your eyes and let your hips do slow circles, grinding down onto him.

You were almost aware of your unhooked bra falling away from your chest as Yoongi slowly pulled it off your arms.

“Fuck,” Yoongi breathed, growing harder underneath you. “There’s my needy girl.”

He caught one of your nipples in his mouth and began lightly sucking on it, making it harden as his hands slid down your back, sending goosebumps spiraling across your body. They landed on your ass as he squeezed, guiding your hips down onto him. He made sure the friction wasn’t too much, just enough to tease you and make you feel good.

You kissed him to smother the moans that were escaping you. Something felt off about being too loud in such a quiet space, and anyway, kissing him just made you even more wet, you could already feel it. You wondered if he could feel it too, through his jeans.

One of his veiny hands reached up to wrap around your throat, making you whimper against his mouth as you felt your body really start to heat up with arousal. His grip was tight but well-placed, so your breathing was beautifully constricted, but still manageable. The feeling increased every jolt of pleasure you were receiving from grinding on him.

Between the pressure on your throat, his tongue clashing with yours as you kissed, and his panting in your ear when he pulled away to breathe, you were falling apart fast as everything else around you faded away. Sweet moans were freeing themselves from your throat as you began grinding more desperately onto Yoongi, leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

“I want you to touch me,” you plead suddenly, slowing down your hips so you could look Yoongi in the eye. He takes his hand off your throat and places it on your hip.

“We’re touching a lot right now.” He smirks sarcastically.

“Want you to feel how wet I am,” you mumble, feeling yourself blush as your confidence quickly washes away under his intense gaze.

Yoongi is chuckling, enjoying how he has you in this state already, when you hear movement from the other side of the room.

“She really is needy, hyung.”

It’s an amused voice. A voice you recognize, too.

Your heart feels like it fucking stops in your chest for a few beats. You dig your fingers into Yoongi’s shoulders to steady yourself, your terrified eyes finding his curious ones.

Curious to see your reaction. And slightly amused.

“Yoongi…what the fuck?” You whisper, unsure of why he doesn’t seem surprised at all. The voice laughs.

“It’s just Hoseok, baby.” Yoongi smirks.

“No shit, Yoongi, but what the hell is he doing here?” Your hands and voice are shaking.

“This is his room, too, you know.”

You felt so, so stupid for not noticing that he had been here, awake, in his bed, before now. After all, it was so dark when you walked in. And you were kissing…

By the time your eyes had adjusted, you had been in Yoongi’s lap, and all you could look at or feel or think about all revolved around him. Wanting him, needing him.

You turn your head to look, and in the darkness, you see him sitting on the edge of his bed, facing you. He had been watching, and he’s smiling at you now that you see him. You bring your arms up to cover your exposed chest, your heart hammering in your throat.

“I’m so sorry, Hoseok, I didn’t know. I mean, I didn’t mean to intrude – shit, this is the second time-” you stammer, your mind racing as you remember that first time Hoseok accidentally stumbled in on you both naked. You move to climb off of Yoongi, to hopefully grab your clothes and suitcase and run far away from here, but Yoongi’s hands continue to hold your hips in place.

“Relax, baby. No need to hide now.” He carefully moves your arms away from your chest. “Just take a minute to calm down.”

“No need to apologize,” Hoseok affirms, still grinning. “I knew you were coming.”

“Huh?” Your head is swimming, and your cheeks are on fire. It feels like there’s nothing you can do to escape the crushing humiliation that’s taking over you.

“I just like to watch, baby. Can I watch you?”

You’re stunned. There’s no way he’s being serious. He stands up, taking a step closer to you.

“Because, if you really don’t want me to, I’ll just go sit with Jimin and Tae for a while.”

He reaches out a hand and runs it through your hair, then slowly down your back. His eyes shamelessly run over your exposed chest, your pushed up skirt, your blushing cheeks.

“Do you want me to go?”

You weigh your options. You would feel more comfortable having the room to yourself with Yoongi, like you thought you would in the first place. But Yoongi seemed so comfortable and pleased that Hoseok was there, and the way his eyes and touch made you feel had your core heating up again.

And who were you to control your impulses?

You shook your head no, just slightly.

Hoseok smirked, perching himself on Yoongi’s bed this time.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Let’s go back to the part where you asked me to touch you,” Yoongi instructed gently, shifting you off his lap. You sat beside him while he peels his jeans off, tossing them aside. He then instructed you to lay on your stomach between his legs, your knees on either side of his thighs, leaving your ass in his lap.

He slowly lifted your skirt up, revealing the tiny little thong you had on. Both men groaned at the sight, and the cool air hitting your backside was soon replaced by Yoongi’s warm hands touching and squeezing as he pleased.

You turned your head to face the wall, where Hoseok couldn’t see your face. You were both excited and scared to know that he was seeing you just as Yoongi was, in this vulnerable position, but both men were very relaxed.

The first smack caught you by surprise, and you jolted forward with a whine.

“Cute,” Hoseok muttered, palming himself over his pants.

The second smack hit your other cheek. The force made you let out a small whimper as you felt stinging red patches forming.

Your breath really caught in your throat, though, when you felt Yoongi slide your underwear to the side, his thumb pressing against your slit. You hummed in anticipation as he slowly gathered some of the wetness before sliding one long finger inside of you.

“Yes,” you breathed out, smiling.

Yoongi reclined against the headboard, eyes hooded as he began pumping his finger in and out, slowly, teasing you.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes Yoongi,” you whine. “More please,”

“Mm,” Hoseok groans as he begins to unbutton his jeans, clearly aroused by the noises you’re making.

“Good girl,” Yoongi praises, adding a second finger. The difference causes a stretch that has your back arching. He alternates between pumping and curling his fingers, hitting sweet spots that have you moaning into the mattress.

“She loves your hands, hyung,” Hoseok comments, now slowly stroking himself while he watches.

Yoongi responds by quickening his pace, creating a friction that has your core tingling with pleasure. He watches your fingers dig into the sheets. He knows how bad you want him. This is his favorite part, watching you crave him more and more.

“Feels so good Yoongi,” you moan, keeping your back arched so he can get all the good spots.

“You love it when I fuck you with my fingers, huh? I could make you cum just like this? Tell Hoseok.” Yoongi says in his deep voice.

“Fuck yes, I love it,” you whimper, feeling the pressure build in your core as a result his fingers mixed with this dirty talk. “Please don’t stop, please-”

“Too bad,” Yoongi interrupts, pulling his fingers away. Before you can protest, another rough smack lands on your right cheek, making you cry out. He repeats this a few times, in the same spot, making it sore and bright red. You can’t help but whine every time his hand comes down. He then switches to the left side, hitting you again and again.

Tears are stinging your eyes and you have a feeling he won’t stop until you’re bruised, but you could care less as long as he’s making you feel good. You would endure anything for him if it meant he’d let you cum. You just wanted to please him, show him that you’re tough, that you’re a good listener.

His good girl.

He was on his sixth smack to your left side when Hoseok cut in.

“Hyung, do you mind?”

Yoongi shook his head, and you felt a new pair of hands rubbing your red, stinging behind.

“Is this ok, baby?” Hoseok asks you quietly. You nod, thankful for the relief.

He leans in and places small, warm kisses on the bruising skin, before leaning back and continuing to explore your body with his hands.

“So sexy,” he mutters, but you’re distracted by Yoongi gathering up your wetness and pushing his thumb down towards your clit.

You moaned as he began circling your clit, stimulating the part of you that was the most sensitive. He was teasing on purpose, going fast enough that it had your pleasure building but too slow to be able to cum. He knew exactly what he was doing with you.

“Please, faster,” you mumble, hoping the unprompted begging would earn you a reward. No such luck.

“Quiet.” Yoongi ordered. “Just enjoy what I give you.”

He didn’t go faster, but he did apply a bit more pressure, making the slow circles feel better and better.

When he was satisfied, he went back to fingering you, this time with three. You were once again arching your back, so happy to feel filled, but still so desperate for a release. His pace was fast right away, and your mouth was hanging open as the mattress muffled your constant whimpering and moaning, no longer coming out as words.

“Smack her ass,” Yoongi commanded Hoseok.

Hoseok let out a small growling noise, clearly not needing to be asked twice. He rubbed your right cheek before landing a sharp sting that made you cry out. Then he did it again. Then again.

You tightened around Yoongi’s fingers with each slap as your muscles tensed. By now, there were tears openly running down your face as he switched sides, but you could care less. It stung so badly, but Yoongi’s fingers were curled and hitting that perfect spot inside you, you couldn’t think about anything else but these two feelings combining.

“Please let me cum, I don’t think I can hold it anymore, please, I need to-” your words were coming out as rambles, and you wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t understand a thing you said.

They did though, because Yoongi resumed circling your clit with one hand while the other continued to fuck into you ruthlessly. Hoseok landed one more painful smack before leaning back to pump himself faster.

“Yeah? You need to cum so bad? Huh?” Yoongi asks in a tone that’s mocking your whining.

Your dignity was already gone, you couldn’t even find it in you to blush. You just nod vigorously and continue to beg.

“Cum on my fingers, dirty slut. Show Hoseok how hard you cum for me.”

Yoongi was trying to keep his cool, but it was apparent how aroused he was. He was twitching in his boxers as you let out a moan so loud it was nearly a scream, pleasure crashing over you as your orgasm tore through your body.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned again and again as you forgot any other words.

“Yeahh, holy shit,” Hoseok groaned, clearly going crazy watching you.

Your legs were spread as wide as you could get them as you pushed yourself desperately onto Yoongi’s fingers, soaking up every last second of your high and nearly forgetting how to breathe in the process.

“Fucking soaked,” Yoongi moaned as he pulled his fingers away. “Filthy slut.”

Without asking Yoongi. Hoseok flipped you onto your back and maneuvered himself so that he was hovering over you. He began kissing your neck, making your soaked core clench around nothing.

“Gotta taste you,” he mumbled against your neck.

“Yes,” you replied, to give your consent but also as a plea.

He wasted no time moving down, pushing his tongue inside of you and licking up a mouthful of your cum. He moaned into your core, causing you to throw your head back, eyes closed.

His tongue flicked quickly over your swollen, sensitive clit, causing you to attempt to squirm away from him. The overstimulation was too much for you to handle. He held you down, encouraged by your loud moans to keep going. Your hands gripped his hair, and your body didn’t know whether you should pull his head closer or push him away.

When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Yoongi staring down at you, looking absolutely in awe of you. He had taken his underwear off and was watching you struggle to keep it together, your legs visibly shaking quite violently above your head.

He decided it was time to intervene. He knows what’s best for you, after all.

“I don’t want her too fucked out, Hobi.” Yoongi directed. “My dick hasn’t even been touched yet.”

You realize, in a moment of clarity, that this is true. So far, it’s been all about you. You remember the last time he called you selfish. And now this time, needy. Now it was your turn to show him that his pleasure mattered, too.

You crawled to the edge of the bed where Yoongi was standing. You got on your hands and knees on the bed in front of him, looking up at him with your mouth open and your tongue out.

Immediately, he understood and accepted your information. Burying his hand in your hair, he slowly thrusted into your throat until his tummy touched your nose, letting out a relieved moan.

Slowly at first, he would back up a few inches before thrusting back into your throat. He was nice enough to make sure you regulated your breathing before his pace slowly started to increase. With each thrust, you felt him hitting the back of your throat, and you did your best to take the whole thing every time. As his pace picked up, you found yourself gagging a few times, but this just seemed to arouse him and Hoseok.

“Oh fuck,” Yoongi moaned. “Show Hobi how good you take it baby, that’s right.”

Yoongi’s moans made your shaking legs feel as though they could give out on you.

Getting lost in his own pleasure, Yoongi’s pace became almost too much for your throat to handle. It took all your focus to keep your breathing steady as he went faster and harder, holding your head still while he made all those beautiful noises. You wanted so badly to not disappoint him, to make him proud of you. Especially in front of Hoseok.

When he was done with you, he pushed himself as far down your throat as he could and just held your head there. He watched you gag, try to regain your composure, gag again. The tears were freely flowing down your cheeks. He held you there until your breathing returned to a steady pace and you were calm, basking in the feeling of your throat wrapped around him.

“Good girl, you did so good for me,” Yoongi praised as he finally pulled himself out. Your head was spinning at the compliment. “Stay right there.”

Yoongi climbed onto the bed behind you and got on his knees, instructing Hoseok to stand in front of you.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Yoongi coos at you. “You deserve that, yeah?”

“Yes Yoongi,” you respond obediently, “Please use me,”

“Mm, I have one more job for you baby,” he replies, running his hand up your back and into your hair.

“Yes Yoongi?” You ask, ready to do anything to feel him fucking you.

“Our friend Hobi made you feel so good with his mouth,” Yoongi tells you sweetly. You nod in eager agreement. “Now return the favor.” He finishes flatly, yanking your head back to make you face Hoseok.

Without any disagreement, you open wide for Hoseok. Putting one hand behind your neck, Hoseok guides himself into your mouth, just the tip at first.

You suck it as well as you can with no hands, bracing yourself as Yoongi slowly slides himself into you from behind. You moan against Hoseok’s dick, and you feel it twitch involuntarily.

“Oh shit,” Hoseok smiles down at you as he slowly behinds to move his hips. “I got so close just watching you baby.”

His pace is much more forgiving than Yoongi’s was, just a steady thrust to make him feel good. Behind you, Yoongi is fucking you at the same pace, savoring the feeling of you wrapping around him. The wet noises coming from both sides of you are lewd and nasty, but in this moment they’re music to your ears.

Hoseok is fucking your mouth, praising you, looking down at you like you’re an angel. Yoongi is completely losing his dominant demeanor behind you, thinking about nothing else aside from being as deep inside you as he can get. This moment is pure bliss. This is the most euphoric moment of your life so far. You don’t want it to end.

“Oh fuck,” Hoseok throws his head back as he fucks your mouth a bit harder, losing the steadiness of his pace as his pleasure consumes him more and more. You hallow your cheeks as much as you can, encouraged by this reaction.

Recognizing that he needs to slow down a bit, he follows Yoongi’s lead and pushes himself all the way into your throat. You gag at the unexpected change, and it makes his breath hitch.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum,” he smirks as he pulls out of your mouth, giving your jaw a break.

“Please cum on me,” you request, your voice coming out raspy from all the abuse your throat’s been taking.

“On you?” Hoseok asks with that same smile on his face. You nod, eyes wide with want.

“You really are a dirty slut, baby.” Hoseok confirms, guiding himself back into your mouth. “First I watched you dry hump my friend, and now you’re drooling on my dick while he fucks you senseless, it’s funny how fast you give it up.”

Behind you, Yoongi’s sporadic moans are making you wish you could see his face. You bet his eyes are closed, that his mouth is open, that’s he’s trying to make this last as long as possible because he doesn’t know when this will happen again.

Actually, you don’t want to think about that right now.

Hoseok is holding your face with both hands, and Yoongi is still holding your head back by your hair. Hoseok is fucking into your mouth inconsistently, following whatever pace or angle makes him feel the best in the moment. His moans and grunts are slowly increasing in volume, and the sound of both men’s voices mixing has your stomach full of butterflies.

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Hoseok moans. “Do you want it?”

“Mmm,” you try to agree with a stuffed mouth.

“Oh shit, shit, I’m cumming,”

Without missing a thrust, Yoongi yanks you back further so that your face and chest are exposed to Hoseok.

With a loud groan, Hoseok strokes himself a few times before hot bursts of cum start shooting onto your face and chest, dripping down your body. You catch what you can in your mouth, excited to show him how eager you are to swallow it.

“Mmm, fuck, good whore,” Hoseok’s filthy praise mixed with this new angle Yoongi has created has you moaning without any cares about what other members might be hearing you right now.

There was a lewd clapping noise as Yoongi fucks into you faster, clearly getting close.

“Oh fuck, I feel like I’m gonna cum again,” you moan, knowing Yoongi isn’t in the mindset to control that anymore.

Hoseok, however, has you covered.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, rubbing circles on your clit while he kisses along your neck and collarbone. “Let me help baby, wanna see your face this time when you cum,”

“Oh my god,” you almost want to scream as pleasure blooms so quickly throughout your whole body from his touch. It’s so intense if makes you want to run away, but Yoongi isn’t letting that happen.

“Quit moving,” Yoongi demands, his grip tightening. “Gonna cum so deep in this soaked pussy,”

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry out in response, overwhelmed by both men pushing you over the edge. Overwhelmed doesn’t even begin to describe it, actually.

“Look at me.” Hoseok orders, and you do, your face fucked out and helpless.

It turns him on.

“Good girl, look at me when we make you cum. Wanna see the face you make when you cum on his dick, it’s gonna feel so good,” Hoseok coaxes you.

Without warning, your second orgasm is making your body completely weak. You’re lost in the pleasure of it, being powered by the noises these men are making, the feeling of their hands on you, it’s increasing the intensity of everything.

“Oh shit, so fucking gorgeous, baby,” Hoseok encourages you, holding your face in his hands.

“Fuck, fuck, so tight,” Yoongi buries himself in you as his moans fill your ears. He’s leaning against your back as he finally finds his release, cumming as deep as he can in you just like he promised. His shallow thrusts push his load deeper inside of you, but still, you can feel some of it dripping down onto the sheets, mixing with Hoseok’s.

As all three of you come down from your high, you begin to marvel at the mess you made.

“Hoseok,” Yoongi speaks first. “Go start the shower. I’m gonna have to carry her there.”

Hoseok nods, leaving the room as he enters the attached bathroom. Yoongi pulls you into his arms and kisses you sweetly on your lips, wiping away your remaining tears.

“Thank you for coming baby, really. I have it set up for you to stay a few more days, don’t worry. Right now, I just want to get you cleaned up so I can hold you.”

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agustdyoongisupremacy · 1 year

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Masterlist - agustdyoongisupremacy

Started: 11/01/22

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Disclaimer//TW: Minors DNI w/ me or my content please. This is an 18+ masterlist that contains yandere, dubcon and otherwise dark themes. This is all completely fictional and is not an accurate representation of any member of BTS. I do not condone violence or alarming behavior in your real life relationships and interactions - this is all purely for fictional purposes. Please do not read if these themes make you uncomfortable.

Asks are open if there is something specific you would like to request. I am best at writing smut and/or angst. I am currently working on a boundary list of things I will not cover, and that will be added here when it is complete.

Multiple Members:

Hold Her (OT7 x fem!reader, read CW)

Needy Girl (sope x fem!reader, read CW)

Seokjin:

Yoongi:

Selfish (fem!reader)

Hoseok:

Namjoon:

Taehyung:

Jimin:

Jungkook:

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agustdyoongisupremacy · 2 years

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STOP hello I MISSED U??? Can't wait for your new works 💖

Omg that’s so crazy bc I just posted one??

I saw the post where you mentioned me bc I was stalking YOUR blog looking for stuff I haven’t read :D

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agustdyoongisupremacy · 2 years

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Needy Girl - sope x fem!reader

Warnings: oral (f and m receiving), spanking (f receiving), dubcon voyeurism, dirty talk (degradation and slight dumbification), cumshot, creampie, threesome, choking, mentions of crying/tears

Word Count: 5.1k

“I don’t understand,” you complain into the phone, wandering around the busy airport. “Where am I supposed to meet you?”

“You’re the only thing I came here to see.” You huff, squinting in the crowd for a familiar face. “Hey, who’s picking me up, then?”

You had known all of Jin’s friends for quite a while now, and you knew they all cared for you, respected you, enjoyed seeing you...but none of them had ever told you that they missed you. You had gotten it in your head that this must be a pretty big deal. Your stomach had been doing flips since the moment you woke up this morning.