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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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yoongi + praise kink

myg || Mine

warnings: smut (18+), horny grinding, praise kink, vocal kink, dirtytalking, fingering, a little fluffy, creampie, marking (possessive), unprotected sex* (don't do this)

tags: best friends to lovers, fem!reader

You had both stayed up way too late, much later than you were supposed to.

Snacks and games were scattered all over the bed and the floor, and the lights had long been off, so the only source of it was the TV in front of you.

You swear that it was supposed to be an innocent hangout session.

You had liked Yoongi for years and planned on keeping it a secret, but as the night progressed, your comfort around one another only grew until your shirt was off and so was his...and his eyes were full of something wild and beautiful and it was contagious, even as that old TV show you were binging with him mere minutes ago reflected against them, beneath that was lust--unsolicited, illogical and hungry for the warmth of another body.

Soon, his hands were where they weren't supposed to be, and then his mouth was where it definitely wasn't supposed to be.

The sounds you were making were definitely not those that friends share.

"So...cute..." he pants softly, "so fucking cute..." he squeezes your ass while you're on his lap.

What was once innocent cuddling and keeping warm was now turning into something heated, and by the way you were breathing and the way his touches only got rougher, there was no sign of stopping.

"Use me~" you whimper.

Yoongi's eyes transform from desperate to determined.

"I will...just how you want," he rasps.

His discreet fingers tug your panties to the side and start swirling experimentally on you, finding all of your most important spots as you lean against his chest, buying your face in his neck.

"Ohhh~" you sigh, pushing your hips forward to ride them as smoothly as possible as your breathing gets heavier. You spread your thighs further on his lap, your nails scratching his back is he plays with your pussy.

"Ah~! Ahhh~ ahhh~ Yoongi-- Yoongi~!" you gasp as he plunges inside of you, twitching his fingers into your entrance and biting his lip, hard.

"That's my girl...all this time, you wanted to be my good little girl, hm, Y/N? All you wanted was my dick up your cunt," he teases, smirking behind your ear.

"Yes~! Oh, yes, yes, that's what I want, it's what I need from you~" you mewl, feeling his thumb tease your swollen clit with intention.

"Your pussy is so sweet. I love teasing it and touching it. Why did you hide it from me, hm?" He asks quietly as he pumps his index and his middle finger into you languidly.

"Ohhh Yoongi~" you moan, kissing his face in dumbified awe. "It's yours," you reply, sweetly.

He pulls your thighs back against him and kisses at your neck hungrily. His hand travels upwards and squeezes you. "I'm so horny for you...you make me so horny, Y/N..."

His cock is pressed against your back. You can feel it throbbing hard, obstructed by his soft pajama bottoms. It belongs in his best friend's cunt.

Your hands wander to the back, carefully stroking him through his pants. Yoongi notices and pulls himself out for you to properly touch him.

He's so incredibly warm. You thumb as his tip, watching his subtle reaction at being touched by you. You caress his underside with adoration, and he hisses quietly. "Ah- ahh..."

His eyes flutter up to meet yours, full of adoration. Without hesitation, he kisses you.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you chase the kiss, cursing every breath you take that you aren't on his lips.

He positions your body towards him, bringing your hips forward against his hard cock. You grind yourself on it mercilessly, moaning quietly at the contact.

Yoongi kneads your ass hard, his pretty hands manipulating your body to satisfy himself as you lose yourself to his touch. You pull him in again, kissing his lips in a tangent.

"You're so pretty, Y/N," he whines as he squeezes you, studying the way your body reacts to each and every touch. "You feel so so good, you're so sweet,"

You shake from pleasure, pulsing to be full of his dick. Fuck, you can't stand it. "Please use me~! Please," you mewl.

He's practically swallowed by your cunt. His girth is so satisfying, you feel truly full when he is completely inside of you, your clit twitches from the feeling of his cock pushing on your cervix. "Ohhh fuck~" you yell, euphorically. "Mmmm!"

Yoongi bares his teeth, adjusting a bit. "Ahh~" he squeezes his eyes shut.

You reach your hand out and touch his face, mesmerized by just how fucking good it feels like to finally have his dick inside of you.

His expression softens as he thrusts inside of you in shallow circles, holding you between his arms. "Mmmm~" you hum.

You fasten your legs around his hips and encourage him to fuck rougher, playfully. "Harder please~!..." you plea as he pounds into you, stealing flirty kisses from your lips.

You breathe deeply, your orgasm quickly building as he splits you beautifully across his bed, a intense pressure binding the both of you.

You tense hard, leaning your head back against his bed, giving him access to your neck. He bruises them with intention, marking you so that you understand what this means to him-- that, after the fog clears, he wants you. He wants you to be his.

His thrusts deepen, his eyes warning of his crashing orgasm as he staggers. You run your fingers through his hair, holding it from his forehead as he fills you with his hot cum.

You cum on his cock, coating it in clear arousal as you flutter around him.

Panting, he smiles playfully down at you. "You like me~" he teases.

"Shhhh..." you pout. "Yeah, I do."

Yoongi pecks your nose. "Mine."

a/n: thanks @delugguk .

permatag gang gang: @kooliv , @koobsessed , @angelwonie , @carolynanderson , @hoseokgrecns , @bangsterz , @swyseren , @sxtaep , @koostarcandy , @hgema , @jjkeverlast , @armys-dna , @nglmrk @devilsbooksworld

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mymuseagustd · 1 year

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#3 Different Worlds

Yoongi & Y/N have the night of their dreams, but Yoongi doesn’t call after, and Y/N’s been advised to not want more by Jimin.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader, and Manager Jimin

Genre: IdolAU / Angst / heavy smut

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Explicit language / Unprotected Sex and the lots.

Word count: 5.5K+

NOTE: Reworked something I had written for another fandom, but it’s so much better now! Drop me a message for your thoughts!

I hope you enjoy this!

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"Lie down f'me, will ya?" he pressed down, his palm flat on my stomach, as his lips went down my neck and then, chest making me giggle. "What's funny?" He mouthed, pouting with his face between the valley of my breasts.

I can't place when I finally decided that I was a fan of open-mouthed kisses down my neck, but him doing that, right now with his other hand holding my hair tight and tipping it back for him to control was divination. I was sure I would commit my life to this, giving up everything to be here, this close to him if he promised, he would never stop.

"Tickles," I giggled again, as he brought his lips back to mine.

"So," he paused, sitting up. He was in his boxers, and I was down to my underwear, and I'm not sure, how we dropped our clothes down so fast. It was so steamy for sure, but it was very funny as well, since he had been making me laugh so loud before he kissed me, which I now realize or he did, is a brilliant way to get me to do anything.

It was only the second time I had met him, and he was a step ahead of me. Pre-empting my movements, moving my body to match his steps in the direction he wanted, moulding me against him, I couldn't tell if the next step was my decision or his.

I sat up on my elbows, my boobs out on display because they were the assets I depended on in these situations. His eyes kept flickering onto them, then my eyes, and my lips, "we can stop," He licked his lips and then met my eyes.

"But we took off all our clothes," I let out a little whine.

"I like where your brains at," he winked.

If the kisses down my neck were heaven, his tongue licking around, flicking my clit was hell. I would want to be buried in this hell forever. He knew what he was doing clearly, making me question the shit I did to myself to get me off. His fingers went in and out of me while he sucked so diligently, "gotta loosen you up, pet, if we want this party to go anywhere, s'fuckin tight, it's insane," he kept working on me while my moans reached the zone of downright whimpering. It would've been embarrassing if my brain could process anything at this point. His hands kept a tight hold on my legs as he worked on getting his third finger in, "doing so well baby, so good f'me." You couldn't tell me what pushed me off - his words, his fingers or his tongue, but I fell apart so quick in his hands.

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"Yoongi, wake up!" She heard Jimin's voice first before she saw him. Her head was still on Yoongi's chest, their bodies wrapped together after the events of last night. His arm pinned her entirely to his body, making it difficult for her to turn around, missing the opportunity to fix herself before Jimin could enter the room and stop in his tracks - which he did. Their clothes were all over the room, tossed around but making a straight line to the bed, but Jimin's eyes were on her, wide, in evident shock.

She turned her head around to look at Yoongi waking up as well, acknowledging Jimin, and then her, is his arms. His sleepy face smiled at her and placed a kiss on her forehead. "G'mornin," he whispered, like a secret just for her.

"What the fuck, are you guys doing!?" Jimin yelled, breaking the moment. "What are YOU doing, Yoongi?" Yoongi looked at him in confusion. "Wait, a sec! What the fuck are you STILL doing here, Y/N? You have to be in the office in," he looked at his watch, "30 minutes, Y/N!"

"Oh fuck!" She got up fast, but Yoongi's arms pulled her back into the bed and then covered her with the duvet. She looked at him in question, as his eyes went down her chest and stared back at her with eyebrows raised. "Oh, shit, I'm naked." She giggled.

Jimin groaned, walking around the room, collecting her clothes and throwing them on the bed. "This is unbelievable. Absolutely ridiculous!" Jimin went on as Yoongi sat up straight and kissed her shoulder, giggling, distracting her all over again. "Oh my god Y/N, get off the bed! He doesn't employ you!"

"Oh fuck!" she snapped and quickly wore the T-shirt thrown in front of her. Placing a kiss on Yoongi's cheek, she collected all her clothes and bolted towards the bathroom. She was almost late to her new job as the Marketing Manager's meeting with the entire Valentino team and extended stakeholders after the main shoot, something she had been stressing out about all week to Jimin.

Back in the room, Jimin's cross face met Yoongi's with questionable anger, "what the fuck happened?"

Yoongi smiled big and fell back on his pillows, "I had the best night ever!"

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Her eyes were on my chest as she concentrated diligently for a second before she dipped her head down, running her tongue on my nipple and then holding on to it, sucking. Did she know that I loved teasing 'em a bit when I was alone because it was something that always had me going instantly, not that my cock needed much help at this point, in the night, not anymore after I had her, bare, in front of me.

Her pausing my lips on hers and then choosing to pleasure me made me feel all warm, a bit fuzzy in my head and chest. Her sweet lips moved across to the other side, and my eyes rolled back as I felt her hands go down on me. She licked down straight down my abs, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before she placed a kiss right at the centre and went down on me.

I'm not sure how the night led us here. Or could I ever place a bet on this goddess in front of me, her hands handling me like I was all she could see. She was a charmer when she spoke to people at the shoot, commanding it, leading it so, she was seen and heard, but I could tell she was shy when it turned into an intimate setting at the after-party in the hotel. This side of hers, however, had me in complete awe. She was on her knees, pulling her long hair all to one side, "we can stop, you know?" she repeated my line, her lips in a smirk, knowing she had me in her palms and was slowly killing me.

"No, umm, no, please," I begged quickly, and she gave me the sweetest smile before grabbing me out of my boxers and putting me in her mouth. So eager, as her tongue licked down on the side, her hands holding me tight, making my toes curl. She stroked and flicked, working so hard, I couldn't help my hands going down to her face and removing her hair from her face, "so pretty," I moaned.

She brought one arm up, and collected her hair in a grip, placing them in my palms as she licked down, humming slightly, making me shiver. I could feel her mouth salivate before she went back again taking me in as far as she could. I couldn't help making my grip tighter around her hair, as her mouth was around me, vibrating with my praise.

I crashed back down on the bed, getting up instantly as the pleasure drove me a bit crazy. Her lips were tight, she held still, and her eyes met mine as I held her head and fucked her mouth. I was done within the next few seconds. She took all of me in, before pulling me out of her mouth and wiping her chin. I know what sin looks like.

—

Jimin placed the takeaway package on the table, which she knew had her favourite burger. She's sure he found out that she hadn't eaten anything since the morning was hectic meeting all the stakeholders for the next steps. Min Yoongi, the world's biggest rapper/model, had been brought on board as the brand ambassador just a week before her joining, and her role managed his entire presence with the brand. Jimin, Yoongi's manager, was a close friend of Y/N's since college, so when the opportunity arose to work together, she didn't decline.

Though right now, it made sense for Jimin to get her fed before he discussed last night's events with her.

"Thank you! I have been starving. All I drank was that god-awful coffee, and I thought Paris was known for this," She hugged him before grabbing the packet from his hands. They walked out to the balcony of her current office, and she sat on the table while Jimin looked at the view.

"What happened last night, Y/N?" He asked, and she stopped eating.

"Yoongi didn't tell you?" She asked.

"No, I'm asking what happened to you? You're smarter than this! So much more intelligent than anyone I know! Gosh, you're the smartest person I know! Why did you agree to this?" He asked her, his eyes bewildered, making her get how serious he was.

"It was sex, Jimin. A lot of people have sex. Before they have anything else, you know," she tried debating.

"Yeah, but you like him. Y/N! He has been your prime crush for what 8 years! Since before we met, you've followed his work! I know you like him a lot! So, I don't get why you would agree to something meaningless-"

"He said it was meaningless?" She looked up in shock, making Jimin realize she didn't know how it worked in Min Yoongi's world.

"He didn't say that," He sighed, sitting down to see a girl who was clearly having her heartbreak in front of him. She pushed the food away.

"So what did he say?" she crossed her arms, sitting back in her chair.

"He said he had the best night ever," Jimin replied.

"So, that is good, right?" She asked, trying to understand.

"No, because Yoongi doesn't work like that. I've known him for what – two years? He is a proper gentleman, Y/N. If he likes a girl, he will always ask her to dinner first! Literally, even if he has the opportunity to fuck, he would skip that and take the girl out before he moves forward. He waited 2 months to ask a woman out once cause he really wanted her," Jimin explained, and it was all making sense to her. "For those, he doesn't want anything with –"

"He has one-night stands and never dates," she said out loud. "I was the one-night stand," she said, finally understanding the situation and Jimin's worry for his friend.

"I thought you'd know. We spoke about this, remember? Thought you wouldn't put your heart out like that. He doesn't mean bad, you know. He is a great guy. Just his world functions differently than yours. Than mine, even, and I'm with him 24/7 almost. It is different for him." Jimin sat down in front of her, and held her hand. "Listen to me, I don't think you should expect anything, okay? You're like my baby, I would hate for you to get hurt here."

"Yeah, I know," Y/n pouted, placing her hand on top of his, trying to stop her tears cause she had hope. She had hoped that he would call her after work today and ask her out, which clearly, Jimin wants her to drop. "I'm just shutting down all my hopes."

"You should see them, Y/N. His life functions a lot differently, you know. And he keeps away from them most of the time. But, he recently got out of a messy breakup, and you should see the women around him all the time, Y/N. They are not-"

"Not idols or models like me," She stated.

"They get paid to look that way, Y/N. And you, my girl, will be the greatest CEO the world has seen, so you need to get your priorities straight. I want you to stay focused on this. This job is a great opportunity, and you know your mark here, your work with him is going to define the next step for you," Jimin knew Y/Ns ambition, he knew what her goals in life were, and she had more than a year to work directly with Min Yoongi.

"Also, you aren't less than anyone, for that matter. Have you looked at yourself?" Jimin wanted to make sure he kept her confidence up. "But, you don't want to be a fling for a guy you have admired for so long. We both have looked up to him. If it was anyone else, I would have said, good for you!" Jimin yelled out loud.

"Good for you?" Y/N smiled.

"Yeah! But not for Yoongi. I know you'd get super connected, and he wouldn't want any of it. It's not worth that heartbreak, honey," Jimin got up and kissed your forehead. "Eat up! Don't be sad. It was a great night, right? Let's stop here, okay? Okay?" She nodded, and he smiled. "Alright, give me a hug, I need to go to the rehearsal. We are leaving tomorrow morning!"

In her heart, she did wait all evening and the entire night for Yoongi to text her. Maybe a hey, or a what's up. She was his Marketing Manager, so, he definitely, knew he would be seeing more of her. She was curious if he had her number, but he had Jimin. And she was Jimin's friend, so he could get her number, so that was a manageable boulder to cross. But, there was no text, e-mail, or missed call. And she tried to put all her feelings in a closed box because they were leaving for Korea in the morning and then, it'll be too late for anything after he left.

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An orgasm each later, they had ordered a hot chocolate truffle cake to be delivered to the hotel room. One piece cause Yoongi wasn't allowed sugar, and Y/N couldn't eat an entire one. So, they sat cross-legged, naked with a piece of cake between them and one spoon, which he alternated with bites. He was enticing her, with his slow bites, not as if she wasn't playing along. "This is the best cake," she said. And Yoongi moved forward, licking the corner of her mouth for some chocolate, "It definitely is," he agreed, his smile reaching his eyes.

"Your hair touches your belly," Yoongi pulled on a strand as she kept the plate away.

"I know! That's how I measure its length! If it crosses my boobs, it's long!" she said, making him laugh.

"I want to paint you, in color, like this," He said, playing with her hair.

"Or you could paint on me? You know, the skin is the best canvas? I could be your masterpiece!" With that, he kissed her again. Holding her face in both his palms, climbing on top of her to get her close to him. All he wanted right now, at this moment, was to get her as close to him as possible. To have their skins stuck together, so he could hold and breathe her in. He was so in awe of her, so deep in admiration and now lust, that his mind was clouded with everything he wanted to do to her.

"Can I-" he asked, not being able to form a proper sentence against her lips, as her hand pulled his body on top of her. His fingers went down on her to check if she was still in it, and she was, "drippin' jus f'me aren't ya," he mumbled, slipping two fingers inside her, making her moan and nod her head. From something hilarious and casual, it escalated to hot and sexy.

This had been them all night. She was all laughs, down at the hotel's bar as well, surrounded by the team and other celebrities he couldn't care enough to socialize with right now. He had been into her from the minute she had introduced herself and casually chatted with him when Jimin introduced her. He had spoken about her so much, and she was more impressive as she took him and his team through the new strategy and what the shoot would represent. They returned to his hotel bar for the after-chill session, and he was keen on keeping her close since the minute she entered the bar.

Usually, it was Jimin who took care of her, as she was his friend. But, from the five times she had met him and the last two times when she had actually had a conversation with him and spoken to him about his work, and made him discuss his thoughts behind one song from his second album, he always thought no one really considered, and from all the times he had heard Jimin praise the girl, all he wanted was to know her better.

He didn't have too many expectations, knowing her schedule was as hectic as his, if not more. She was hard working, which he loved, and what he loved through the night was how she could keep up a conversation with everyone she met. Yoongi still kept her close and made her meet different people just so, he could move through people but also move with her.

A few hours later, as the party winded down, the wind got worse, and then rain took over, he knew Y/N was stuck in the hotel, so he asked the hotel manager to get her a room so she didn't have to share with anyone, not even Jimin who he considered to be one of his closest. It would have been also been too soon to call her into his. Not that he wasn't with her right now. He had only accompanied her to the seventeenth floor, thanking the universe that his room was also, at the same floor. This floor also, had a glass lobby from where you could see the entire city. And, when she asked if he wanted to see the rain with her, he agreed in a heartbeat.

Did he intend to take her to his room? No. He didn't plan it and didn't plan his room being the first, closest to the lobby. He just, wanted to know her better, and talk to her, make her laugh as he was and discuss things he hadn't known about before, which they were doing, along with having another round of the whisky he had quickly fetched from his room.

They were more drunk than, tipsy like before, and he was making her laugh so loud about something so stupid. He couldn't help but adore the moment, making him wrap his hand around her neck and bring her lips closer to his. And not stop, and they didn't stop until he picked her up, and got her to stand in front of his room.

"Oh no, I never do this," she had said, giggling. But, they were already in the room, and no one was stopped each other after they kissed again.

Y/N moaned, as Yoongi kissed her again and groped her ass, bringing her body closer to his. He paused and turned around to go towards the health kit, they always kept in this room, "what happened?" she asked, her hair all messy, and the red straps of her dress falling off her shoulders, that he took a few seconds to recalibrate his brain to process his thoughts.

"Condom. Umm, fuck, I don't think I have any – lemme call room serv-" He went towards the phone.

"Umm, we might not need any. I've got an IUD, and I'm clean. I don't mind just this once if you're too,"

"Just this once, then?" he asked, and she nodded eagerly, smiling so wide. "You're driving me crazy…."

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To say Y/N was not upset was wrong.

But, Y/N was mature as well. So, what if she had sex with her favorite artist, who she had admired for so long. Mind-blowing sex. Sex which she wanted to play on repeat, because she found out her fucking vibrator sucked, cause she was still thinking of him, but now she had, actually had him! But, nothing was going to happen and, she had work to do, so she kept her mind off it, which meant she worked her ass off. She also said no to any dates being offered, which was the correct thing to do because, she didn't want any distractions.

It had been more than a month, and the team was back in town, and she was due to meet them for the show. It went quicker than she thought, and she didn't have to directly speak to Yoongi at all, except see his final look which had her stumble a bit, making her knees wobbly before she scolded her self to be professional. They went directly to the hotel after, as she wrapped the show and was on her way to meet the team. Jimin who had brought her back some of her favourite chocolate, had insisted he wanted her to meet his date, which she could not miss. "We are all in this massive suite, and we brought the bar up, so just come here," Jimin yelled on the phone backed by loud music. Y/N planned to leave quickly. An hour at max cause she had to network and show her face to her boss as well.

She did try to look her best, though. Yoongi might have a variety of men and women around him at all times, wanting his attention, but she was also, not going to give up on herself because of that. But, she had kept it casual so, she wore a dress she had recently bought which was casual enough, but a little sexy as well, as the slit cut up to her thigh.

She walked in and they all yelled in cheer, making her laugh! She hugged everyone, or the three close people to where she strategized she would stand, far away from Yoongi, who was getting his pictures taken. Not that he wasn't already looking at her. He was, and his eyes crossed her entire body, proving that the dress did her well. To add to his torture, she turned around innocently, talking to the waiter behind her, asking for a glass of water with ice, so he could see her back, which was covered in just one knot down at the lower bottom, and two wide straps on her side, keeping it completely uncovered, with her hair tucked on one side in front of her.

Yoongi gulped, swallowing the ice in his drink as his prick shot up. She knew what she was doing, right? He had thought about her every day since he last saw her. Got off on his memories of her from the night, all through the month. Only he had refrained from contacting her because, after that incredible night, he wanted to talk to her in person.

She deserved him in person and not through a call or text where he could only tell her that he was off catching a plane and wouldn't see her till the next month. He worried that a call like that would demean her and dilute their amazing evening together. He was sure, he could maintain their connection if he spoke to her in person. After 2 days, he realized that not contacting her was a jackass thing to do, and even a text telling her that he wants to see her soon, but had to leave for Korea immediately for work would have been better than nothing, which is precisely what he had done.

He had planned his talk with her tonight. He went over it in his head a few times to have multiple scenarios sorted for every response she gave him.

He was going to give her flowers first which, were somewhere in the next room, and ask for an apology because not contacting her was wrong, but he would explain to her – explain his thought process and his intentions of wanting to keep her. Explain that he was shy. He was more shy than confident. And she made him nervous, nervous because he really liked her. He really really liked her and wanted it to be perfect with her, perfect for her, and that night was perfect, but so impulsive and not thought out like he always did. He always thought things through. But, she made him impulsive and he loved that, he wanted to know this side of him more with her, wanted to learn more about this side of her with him

Did he make her heart race like she did his, with just her voice? Or if she spent the last few weeks rethinking every moment of the night he could remember and replay it again and again and again, not believing how perfect it was, how absolutely amazing it was, and how he wanted all her future with him.

She turned around, and got talking to her boss, not paying attention to Yoongi at all. She thanked Jimin for her her massive stash of chocolate which she said she needed for weeks ahead of her. A while later, she felt fingers on her back, fingers which she could recognize by the feel of how they moved on her back, touching and setting fire on her skin.

"Hi," She heard him whisper against her ear. She took a breath in, turned around, took a step back, and gave him a one-shoulder hug. Her eyes went to his neckpiece and why the hell was he so hot?

"Hey!" she quickly said, "thank you for coming for the show, I think, it was a great launch!" she was the manager right now, and he gulped, knowing he had messed up his perfect moment with her. He prayed she'd hear him through.

She could see the fear on his face, and she didn't understand it. Yoongi could also, feel Jimin's eyes on them. He had a good conversation with Yoongi about the kind of girl Y/N was, never hinting at his conversation with Y/N about him. But Jimin had made it clear. Y/N was a relationship girl, and Yoongi had thanked the lords that she was.

"Can we talk?" He asked.

"Yes, sure," she said nodding, giving him her best professional smile, and waiting to hear from him.

"In private?" He said, pointing towards the exit.

"Oh-h, I-I..Umm okay," she said, and followed him out. "What can I help you with?" She asked as Yoongi took hold of her hand, and took her into the adjacent suite, walking further into it, "Yoongi, I can't see-" and the lights went up, and she blinked, looking at him with a red rose in his hand, and turned around the see the entire room filled with flowers of different kinds. The whole room was covered with flowers, and it felt like she was in a garden. "What is this?" she said, giggling as she took the rose from him. He took her hand, bringing her closer to him.

"An apology. I'm not very good at this stuff so, umm – and nervous. Uh, so nervous," she waited, looking at him in adoration cause nothing could prepare her for this. "I'm sorry I didn't come and meet you in the evening that day, or call or do anything that would help you understand this in the last month. But, I kept thinking how you deserve me in person, and I'll ruin it all if I called that, I didn't end up doing it. And, I realize how wrong I was and I'm sure that the impression I've made of me on you, but…"

—

"I think, you're an angel sent f'me," he spoke against her thighs.

"Yoongi, s'sweet for me," She moaned, as she tried holding his hands, to control her anticipation. He was all ready for her, and so big that she knew it would hurt. But, she wanted this, she wanted nothing else than for him to be in her. And like he could hear her thoughts, he pressed down slowly, taking it real slow, as he bent forward, coming near her face. She could see his eyes close shut, as she felt him go deeper gasping, "so big," she groaned, taking deep breaths.

"Am I?" He kissed her neck, as he slowly moved out from her, knowing it would hurt her more. She was glad for it, cause it felt so intense, and he felt so much warmer. He could feel her pulse. she was so warm and slick for him, asking him to slowly speed up, all the while falling apart in his arms, that he didn't know what he deserved to have her tonight.

He kept asking if she was okay, and she kept asking for more, making him pull her closer and biting her shoulder so he could stop from coming too soon and give her the best of him that night. He turned her towards her side, holding her leg up, knowing he could go deeper like that as he held her tight to his body.

"Come for me…" He whispered to her, and she bit her lip and arched her back, pushing her head into the bed. He felt her cum around him, before he filled her up in deep, pushing further in, making sure she'd leak of him all day tomorrow. He pulled out of her, and fell onto her side, pulling her close and kissing her again.

"Water?" He asked after a minute, and she laughed, saying yes. They made sure to strip the sheets, and call for another duvet, before they climbed in, exhausted, falling asleep next to each other.

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"Okay, you've earned yourself a chance," she said, after he tried explaining all his reasons for his delay. He repeated himself three times, nervous she would say no. "It's okay," he felt her palm on his cheek, as she asked him to take a deep breath.

"It's okay, but I need to know what you want from this?" She asked, as they sat down between the garden of flowers he had created for her. Yoongi thought he had made himself clear?

He wanted her.

"A date. A d-date to start off with, umm, actually, I have planned –" he wanted to tell her that he had planned the next day to be spent with just him. Spoken to her team, and designed a work/pleasure day which they didn't need to know, but got cut off when her phone rang."

She picked it up, "Hold on, who is making a fuss?" She spoke. "I'm at the hotel with the team. Can't this be handled tomorrow? Okay, no, don't let him go. I'll be there in a bit." she cut the call.

"I'm sorry, the Grazia collection has a dress missing, and the designer is looking for it. Tell me what you were saying?" She asked.

"You've to go?" He asked.

"They will cause a fire if there isn't one if I don't handle it," She nodded. "Finish what you were saying?"

"Oh, date, the whole day, with me, tomorrow. I have it all planned, so, will you come?" He asked, with his eyes so big, she couldn't fathom saying anything but yes.

And she wanted to say yes, instantly, but, something about different worlds of his and her, came crashing in from her conversation with Jimin. "Yoongi, there is nothing else I would want more, but-"

"But," he gulped.

"You know, Jimin told me, after I was heartbroken, that our worlds are so different. And I would always want a relationship. Like a proper chance at something solid. I don't mind the travel, the distance, everything else which comes in, if I have t-that. But, can you give me that? Cause I would fall for you in a second, Yoongi. You don't have to even try, but I don't want to if I can't have this, have you completely –"

"My world isn't different from yours, Y/N," He stopped her. "It's just me. It's just me in a suitcase. It's me, in a suitcase in different cities. It's just this, so if you can have me. I'm all yours –" It took a second for her to take this in and then nod before jumping into his arms, kissing him, and holding him so tight.

All was good before her phone rang again. "I'll see you tomorrow?" She nodded. "Will you promise to wear something like this tomorrow, too?" He kissed her cheek.

"Yup. Call me?" she pushed his shoulder, and he laughed. "Okay! You made my night, Mr Min," and he pulled her in for another kiss before she ran out.

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I hope you enjoyed this one! I’m getting into the groove of this.

Let me know what you think?

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kookiesandcreams · 2 years

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Can you do a yoongi smut drabble

Pairing: yoongi × reader

Genre: smut, pwp,

Warning: cunnilingus, grinding, unprotected sex, cum play, dirty talk, tiddie grabbbing.

Pounding into your tight heat, Yoongi lets out a guttural moan, one that makes your insides tingle.

His grip getting stronger on your waist, was the only anchor to keep you from falling. "Tell me, tell me, who this pussy belongs to, huh?" His pace made your mind a frenzied mess. Sloppy kisses on your neck were just another distraction.

A slap on your ass pulls you out of your thoughts. "I said," he punctuates his words with brutal thrusts, " tell me, who this pussy belongs to."

"YOU," it was an ear-piercing scream but it only boosted Yoongi's ego. You felt more pre cum spill in your already wet, pulsating pussy. Biting your lip to control yourself, you balled Yoongi's button up in your right hand while your left hand grabbed your tit.

"Are you close, baby girl?" His ruthless pace was contradictory to the gentleness in his smooth tone. You nodded your head like a dumb slut you were for him and he is the cocky dom he is, pulled your hair and traced the hand down to your clit, rubbing it furiously. "Cum for me, will you?"

Who were you to deny?

His vice like grip on you tightened as if it's possible. You were sure it'd leave marks. But, who cares?

Definitely not you!

The sloppy kisses, his dexterous fingers skillfully rubbing your clit and his thick juicy cock snapping inside of you at an animalistic pace combined together to get you closer to your nirvana.

The rope stretched in the pit of your stomach snapped as you let out a lewd whimper. Mess. You were sure his cock was a mess now. "Good girl," he patted your butt before continuing his ministration.

It took him a few more thrusts in your slippery pussy before he spilt his load inside you. Droplets of cum trickled down your bare thigh but he was quick to plunge two digits in your cunt, "how does it feel to be stuffed with your boyfriend's cum?"

Your eyes roll back and your back arches, "it feels dirty." You let out a satisfied sigh before he pulls his fingers out and bring them to your mouth. "Suck," he commands and you are quick to comply.

"That's my girl," he praises you once you are done sucking his fingers clean. He helps you to the bed before wiping your body with a wet towel and pulling the sheets over your body. "Rest, baby. I'll prepare a bath for you." You smile at him, it's a weak smile but he understands.

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sugarwithtea · 2 years

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yeah, like this? (m) || myg

pairing : yoongi x fem!reader

genre : smut, pwp

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : your boyfriend lures you to the couch of his studio just by a single look.

word count : 845

warnings : swearing, kissing, penetrative protected sex, clit slapping, hair tugging (i mean, ofc), marking, yoongi in this selca is BAD.

author's note : ha ha ha. are we surprised anymore? ik ik i almost came up with smth fluffy too but decided on this instead. thanks to nix @highly-functioning-mitochondria and meg @yoongukie-ff but we will get that one also !! and someone get a hold on me cause i CANT seem to stop myself from writing smth everytime this man posts like hello sir?? we are already on our knees. anyways. unedited and written on a whim as always.

mood : sweat - zayn

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"Yoongi, ah." you whine as he holds your waist tightly and your fingers graze the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah, doll?" he grunts and thrusts his hips, making you a whimpering mess in his hold.

He brings a hand between your legs, to where your bodies are joined and slaps your clit as you shudder and weave your fingers through his hair, tightly tugging at the strands you love oh so dearly.

"Please." you moan.

"Please what? I need words." he smirks and you roll your hips over his, tipping your head back when he comes forward to feast on the soft skin of your neck.

He kisses it and sucks, his tongue peeking out to glide over the points he knows all too well. You increase your pace as you feel his ministrations make your entrance even slicker, making it easy for him to move inside you.

"Please, move faste- aah." he bucks his hips up as his cock hits your g-spot and all your words die in your throat.

"Yeah, like this?"

You feel devoured and he looks ravenous. Your hands move through his locks and he moans, as you angle your body in a way so that he repeatedly hits all your sweet spots.

"Mhm." you try to answer when he brings you forwards and locks you in place with his hands wounded around your waist tightly. He then starts to carry out your request and you'd be lying if you say you didn't feel your soul leave your body.

He is fucking into you at a pace that has you crying, resting your forehead onto his as you see his parted lips and flush cheeks, eyebrows knit in concentration and chest rising and falling incredibly fast. You know you are in the same state and when he looks up at you with the feeling of lust mixed with love, his gaze gentle but dark enough to shake your insides, you moan and capture his lips with yours.

They move slowly, taking their time, at first and you feel his cock move languidly, but still perfectly bringing you nearer to the edge. Soon, it's all teeth and tongue and he bites on your lower lip as he once again starts moving faster.

"Oh my god, this pussy will," he moans at your lips and you feel the shivers make your already full entrance throb.

"Yeah?" you close your eyes and kiss his forehead, rather sloppily.

"Will take my life one day. It's so perfect."

You feel the knot tighten at his words and you grip him tightly, knowing you'll form bruises on his neck. His white shirt rides up a not-so-decent amount when he moves his hips on the couch, ramming into you, and you feel yourself almost drooling.

"Just. Like. You.", he punctuates each sentence with a thrust and you finally break down for good, coating his cock with your cum and your cheeks with your tears.

Your eyes roll back into your head from the intensity of your orgasm as you all but see white in front of your closed lids, the object of your affection, or if you may say, cause of your ruined state, still moving inside you, and at last with a final thrust and moan, spilling inside the condom.

You both stay in the same position for a while, reveling in the after effects and the euphoric state of the mind-blowing session you just had.

From the session you remember, your boyfriend was having a rather stressful recording session when he lured you into his studio and in that goddamn couch with a selca from an angle you were seeing him from now.

You look over your shoulder and see the daw open on his pc with some channels sporting an audio clip. You look back at him and see him already looking at you with a fucked out expression, same as yours. He brings your face down to his and kisses your nose, moving to pull out from you.

You grimace as you stand up from his now softening cock and slide down beside him on the couch, your top stained with sweat and panties and jeans strewn about on the floor.

"Don't you have to complete this track by tomorrow?" you laugh when you see him make a not so polite face.

"Fuck, i have to." he stands up with a groan and discards his condom. He passes you a box of tissues and after you both clean up the mess, pulls his boxers and sweatpants back as you dress yourselves.

He takes a step towards his chair but before he moves further, he dips his body down over yours and pecks your lips sweetly.

"I love you." he gazes into the depth of your eyes and you melt into a pool of love.

"I love you too. Now go." and you push your boyfriend towards his desk so you can sit back and watch him work in peace, falling in love with him a little more, with each passing second.

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heyyygirlsstuff · 1 year

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Can we all agree that Yoongi is very handsome. Like this picture is giving me mysterious and calmness, and Yoongi style suits him very well.

#yoongi fluff #yoongi #yoongi pwp #hot as hell

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emsmin · 1 year

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Shut up and drive (and ride me) | Yoonmin au

“Hmm… so, what do you think of my car?” The Daegu Tiger cockily asks. God, even his voice is all low and sexy.

Jimin looks up and meets the guy’s eyes and looks down back at the car. “Oh, I just thought I saw a scratch here somewhere,” Jimin points to a general area the blond guy can’t see from the other side.

Panic flashes on his face for a split second, it was so fast Jimin nearly missed it if he wasn’t looking at the guy. The guy starts to round the car to see the scratch himself. He has a blank face now. Crap. Did Jimin really miss his chance? Sometimes his mouth runs faster than his brain. There goes a race and probably a good fuck down the drain.

Maybe he can still save the situation.

Having overheard what Jimin said to Yoongi, Jin asks, “There was never a scratch, was there?”

Jimin giggles, “No, I just like to distract the ones I'm racing later.” And, hopefully, fuck later.

Or street racers in Seoul are known to be horny, Jimin’s no different and he sure hopes the newcomer is too.

Tags:

Street racers Jimin and Yoongi

Explicit 🔞

PWP

Barebacking

Grinding

Semi-public sex

Oral sex

Anal sex

Anal fingering

Rimming

2.6k words

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violetsiren90 · 1 year

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Send Me to Hong Kong

Yoongi/Reader (fem reader)

Genre: One-shot; established relationship; smut

Summary: Yoongi discovers one of your major kinks.

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI!!), explicit smut, kissing, biting, hickeys, neck-grabbing, dirty talk, slight-dom Yoongi, spontaneous desire, studio sex, clothed sex, quickie sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (established relationship context), multiple orgasms, cream pie, cock warming, talk of kinks, talk of wet dreams, talk of sharing intimate partner information (with permission), hardcore smut with some humor and slight fluff

Author's note: Hello, my dear reader! This is my very first time posting a fic on this platform, as well as my first time posting for BTS, and a hardcore smut. *whooshes out a sigh* So, I'm nervous. I've had this in my archives for a while now, so I decided to just throw it out there after a couple small changes in honor of our bad boy's tour launch. I don't have a big presence here, so if you discover this and read it, I just want to thank you so much for taking your time to peruse my humble scrawlings. Have the absolute best day, and remember that as Yoongi says, you're worthy of love as you are! 💜

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He dropped to his knees and pulled your leg up over his shoulder, but you grabbed his shirtfront in both hands and slid him up your body, hitching a bent leg around his waist to bring his hips flush with your own.

“No, Yoongi…I’m ready,” you insisted. His brow furrowed in confusion as you took his hand and guided it to your panties, which he instantly bypassed, slipping two fingers into your soaking folds. His eyes flicked up to yours when he felt the bountiful evidence of your intense arousal. He raised his brows.

“Just from…” he mumbled, but you cut him off.

“You - your rapping…I…I was ready halfway through that second demo,” you insisted breathlessly. At your words, something his eyes changed from lustful to ravenous, and in a nanosecond he was pinning you against the wall, biting at your neck as he ripped the panties from your thighs in a few strong yanks. You spread your legs wide as you whined desperately against his shoulder,

“Fuck me, Yoongi. I need to feel you inside me." He let out a moan that was almost an animalistic growl before disposing hurriedly of his belt and jeans. You reached your hand down to stroke his hard length over his cotton boxer briefs, cursing to yourself, and capturing his mouth in a kiss that was all tongue and heat and primal desire. You pushed impatiently at the band of his underwear, and he stumbled out of them, his mouth leaving little pink marks across your chest and breasts. You tossed your head back against the wall, gasping and writhing under his touch. All at once you felt the smooth warmth of his tip touch your aching entrance.

“Oh, god, Yoongi, please!” you whimpered desperately. He slid his left hand up to your neck and brought his lips to your ear, rasping out, shaky and with effort, yet dominant and demanding,

“Tell me…why.” A shudder ran through you, as you realized what was happening…and you rose to the task.

“Because you’re the mother-fucking king,” You felt him tense against you as you moaned out the words, “When I listen to you rap I don’t even need to touch myself - ah!" He squeezed, "It’s as if your tongue is fucking my pussy while you spit those fucking bars - oh, fuck!" He squeezed again, "And now I just want your cock in me so I can make you cum - hah!” He squeezed his shaking hand around the back of your neck one final time and groaned as he pushed into your throbbing cunt. He immediately started moving with urgency, and your slick walls accommodated the pace, as they swelled around him and you matched his bucking with your own.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi, fuck!” You cried out as he had you cumming already, just from his presence in your core in a few quick strokes. He picked up his pace, pounding into you, his tip grazing over your internal nerves at an incredible speed. You felt a climax mounting in you again as his thrusts grew shaky, at frantic stuttering intervals. He was about to cum. You pulled his face to yours so you could take his mouth in a heady kiss, moaning onto his lips as your second orgasm took you. As you rode the wave of your own pleasure, you felt him explode, his cock shaking and pulsating as he pumped his cum into you. He dropped his head to your shoulder, his forehead soaked in sweat and his heart pounding into your own rapid pulse point. You ran your hand through his damp hair and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. You held him tenderly as his breathing slowed and his body weight seemed to shift back into his own stance. You realized, glancing down, that you were still connected where your bodies met. He dragged his forehead onto yours, fixing you with half-lidded warm, dark eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered. You answered him with a languid kiss, not pulling away until you had pulled a groan from him by sucking on his soft pink tongue. Licking your lips, your smiled at him.

“No one turns me on like you,” you murmured, grinning, “You know I came twice?” He huffed a breath of surprise in response.

“You did?” he smirked, looking more than a little smug. You nodded. He glanced down between your bodies. “You gonna let me go now?”

“No!” you protested with a sudden pout, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He was soft inside you, and you loved the feeling of just holding him. You squeezed firmly once around him and he took a sharp breath.

“Aish, naekkeo, if you keep that up I’ll be hard again…” You giggled, and tugged him into another kiss as he unwrapped your legs and withdrew from you, leaving your body to feel the lack of him as his cum began to seep down your thighs and onto the desk.

“I’m glad I have at least a fraction of the effect on you that you have on me,” you teased, chuckling. He shook his head, then looked up at you with a genuinely curious expression.

“So…my rapping?” You nodded, unabashed. “Since when?” You shrugged.

“Since always. I remember the first time I watched the one of your sets…you know how in some songs you're going hard, and then you switch up the flow and start going really soft and fast?” Yoongi nodded. “Well, the first time I heard you rap like that I ruined my panties. And I didn’t even know you. It was just so fucking hot, I couldn’t help myself.” Yoongi chewed his bottom lip as if trying to process what you had just told him.

“You’re gonna have to be careful or you’re going to give me a nasty ego,” he scrunched up his lips and nose in that adorable endearing way and you smiled.

“Good, I don’t care. If you’re the best, you’re the best, there’s no denying it,” you shrugged, leaning back on your elbows. “Oh, yeah, and once, in a dream, I was watching you rap at a show and it brought me to orgasm. Like, I had a fucking wet dream because that tongue of yours invaded my sleep,” you divulged, smiling wickedly. Yoongi’s mouth hung open a little, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Oh, that was after I got to know you, though," you continued, "Not too long before…you know…we gave in.” Yoongi smirked and looked up at you teasingly.

“You’re kinky, you know that?” You shrugged.

“Maybe a little. It’s not like you’re super vanilla yourself,” you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at him while remembering his very enthusiastic reaction to your revelations. Yoongi smirked mischievously. You chuckled and kissed him on the nose.

“Happy birthday, nae sarang,” you murmured warmly, sliding off the desk. After collecting your panties and turning toward the restroom, you shot a coy glance over your shoulder and added, “And by the way, if you get drunk with the guys tonight and want to brag a little…you have my permission.” You tossed him a wink, and stuffed the panties into his pocket before slipping into the bathroom and clicking the door shut with a smile.

-Fin-

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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hi <33 i just read your yandere jeongguk fic and immediately rushed to see if your requests are still open. (i'm thanking all the gods and the stars that they are😭)

you're so talented and creative, and i'm really hoping you'll accept my prompt. if you're willing, could you please write a non-idol smutty, possessive and jealous yoongi fic?? maybe with a slight age gap? thank you for sharing all your work with us!! have a great day/night <333

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭:

pairing: brothers best friend! yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff || pwp || non-idol au || age-gap au || brother’s best friend au ||

summary: your brother’s best friend isn’t too happy when you come home with a lipstick stain on your chest, and has no issue about reminding you who you truly belong to.

word count: 2.8k

tags/ warnings: porn without plot, fluff, secret relationship, mild age-gap (5-6 years) smut in the forms of: oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), breeding kink (but she’s on the pill so no babies yet), exhibitionalism? kinda because they fuck in the living room with other people in the house, multiple orgasms, creampie, cockwarming by the fire

notes: thank you so much my darling!! i hope you have a good day/ night too!! it’s all smut, there is a hint of plot but it’s minimal. this is my first time writing pwp so idk how i feel about it :’(

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“You’re home late”

You pause; eyes meeting Yoongi’s gaze, always calculating. Always watching each little move you made until you were squirming, almost begging him to look away— your cheeks flushed red and voice barely above a whisper. And all he had to do was look at you.

If eyes are the windows to the soul then Min Yoongi’s windows have the curtains drawn shut— he had you figured out the minute the two of you met, and it’s taken over a decade for you to even remotely figure him out. And even now, both adults, you really could never figure out what he was thinking.

It’s the frigid caress of the winter wind on the back of your neck that has you shutting the front door. Careful not to slam it shut, assuming everyone but your brothers best friend was already asleep if the lack of lights on from the windows outside was any indication.

You stomp your feet to rid of any snow as you shrug your jacket off. Hanging it on the overcrowded hooks, evidence of another family living with you as you only pray it doesn’t fall.

“It was one of my friends’ birthdays” you explain, dropping to the floor in front of the fire. Skin tingling at the drastic change of temperature, your cheeks still a little red from the bitter weather outside (though it may also have to do with the man sat before you)

Your brother was home for the holidays, along with Yoongi and his parents. It had become a tradition over the years that both families gathered for the winter break— they took “the more the merrier” very seriously. And it wasn’t all that surprising for one of your families to stay over the others’ until new year.

“Looks like you had fun” his tongue wets his lips, book long forgotten on the arm of the chair as his eyes flit down your body.

Your fingers run over your collarbone, his eyes lingering a little longer than proper.

“It’s just my friend, she gets a little touchy when drunk” you wave him off, lipstick stain smudging under your thumb as you rub at the skin, no real force behind the action.

“Touchy?” Yoongi laughs.

“Mhmm” you smile up him.

And Yoongi groans, head tipping back as he readjusts himself in his sweats.

“Baby, the things you do to me” he tilts his head, eyes meeting your own. “Always a little minx”

“What do I do to you?” you dare ask, fingers toying with the hem of your sweater.

“That’s a loaded question, darling” his smile is lazy, hips rolling languidly up into his palm; short lived relief enough for him to stay sat on the chair.

“I can handle it” you reassure him. That gentle smile that tempts him time and time again, that gentle smile that he wants to kiss off your lips until you’re moaning his name, any thought of another man off your mind until you’re wholly consumed by him; and him alone.

“Bad things” he groans, not missing the way your eyes flit down to his lips, fingers fiddling and he knows you’re trying your hardest not to look at his cock— straining heavily against the fabric of his underwear.

“How bad?” you whisper.

“Very bad. You make me wanna do bad things, darling” he pushes himself to the edge of the chair.

You stay rooted in your place, and Yoongi thinks you look pretty on your knees; maybe prettier if you were between his legs.

“What sort of bad things?” you prod.

“Like fucking you silly” he leans forwards.

He watches your thighs clench, eyes widening a little at how blunt he was.

“Oh?” he croons, “You like the sound of that?” he asks, slipping off the chair.

“Yes” you nod, still unsure in yourself as you let his hands graze over your neck; unsure what to do with your own.

His thumb brushes over the lipstick stain, “You know I hate other people touching you, doll” his fingers dig into the skin, your breath coming out alongside a shudder.

“I told her not to” you tell him, lips pouty. And Yoongi leans forwards to kiss it away, ever so gentle that you fall into him. Early trying to deepen the kiss as he pulls away, lips tugged into a ghost of a smile.

“Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, “Did you tell her you have a boyfriend? One that doesn’t like to share?”

Your eyes fall shut when he presses wet kisses along the length of your jaw, his hands slipping under your sweater; rough skin caressing your bare back.

You tug at his shirt, and Yoongi pulls away from your neck to let you pull it over his head. He follows suit, tugging your sweater off before his lips find your neck, teeth nipping over your collarbone.

A hand clamps over your mouth, moan muffled by Yoongi as he sucks on your skin. He pulls away with a wet pop, thumb running over his bottom lip as he eyes his work.

“You’re gonna have to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone waking up now, so we?” he pulls his hand away from your mouth, “Okay?”

“I know” you whisper, suddenly aware of everyone sleeping upstairs.

“Good girl.”

You flop back onto the floor, hair sprawled out on the carpet as Yoongi braces his arms on either side of your head.

“Yoongi” you smile up at him.

“Yeah?” he leans down to press another kiss to your jaw.

“Need you” your hands fumble with the waistband of his sweats, knuckles brushing over his cock.

Yoongi groans, muffled as he shoves his face into your neck. Goosebumps prickle your skin as his warm breath brushes over your shoulder, your hips rolling upwards— desperate for any kind of friction, any sort of relief.

“Yeah?” he grunts, helping you pull your jeans off, panties soon to follow, and you don’t bother to look where he throws them.

“Please” you whine, hands taking a hold of his face as you bring him in for another kiss, the heat of the fire melting your lips, moulded into one, so close that you don’t know where you end and he starts.

You mouth falls open into a breathy moan when a teasing fingers runs over your slit, your hole clenching around nothing as he teases over your clit. Touch so gentle you could barely feel it, pleasure like thin stardust as it fizzles through your body.

Your hips roll upwards, tempting him to give the release you so crave. You both pull away finally, breathing heavy as your chests connect. Hearts in sync with one another— and truly, Yoongi knows you’re his. Knows that your hearts are wrapped with a think red string and that you’ll always fall back into his arms. His love, his reason to breathe, his soul melded with yours that he couldn’t begin to imagine another woman underneath him.

Your fingers tug at the clasp of your bra, fingers a little shaky as adrenaline pumps through your body. Somewhere in the back of your mind still aware that anyone could walk down those stairs any moment and see the two of you.

Your hands find their way to your tits, tugging at your nipples as they begin to pebble— as Yoongi works his way down your body, trail of kisses following him. Lips barely there, though they feel searing against your skin. Printed in invisible ink that you’ll trail your fingers over later when you’re alone; a secret message left for you from him.

He kisses over your mound, fingers parting your lips before he licks a long stripe up to your clit. Your hand flies over your mouth, chocked moan bubbling up your throat as he repeats the action.

“Yoongi” you whisper, one hand tangling in his hair as his lips close around your clit. Your thighs twitch when his teeth graze over the bundle of nerves, eyes squeezing shut as a lick of pleasure wracks over your body.

You feel a finger prod at your hole, teasing the entrance before he slowly dips into you. You bite down on the skin of your arm as his tongue flicks over your clit, finger curling, before he’s pulling it out.

You barely feel the stretch of a second finger as he plunges it into you, the lewd squelch of your sodden pussy drowned out by the crackling of the firewood.

Your back arches, Yoongi pulling you closer into his face by one of your thighs. You feel him gently tug at your clit with his teeth, fingers expertly curling up into you; the slow build of your orgasm rising within your stomach.

Your thighs begin to shake, clamping around Yoongi’s head as he pulls his fingers out of you. Instead, replacing them with his tongue while his slick-coated thumb flicks over your clit in tight little circles.

You bite down on the skin of your arm as you feel the pressure of your orgasm reach its peak, Yoongi doesn’t need to ask if you’re close— knowing you were seconds from tipping over the edge as your cunt dribbles slick over his chin.

Your thighs to continue to shake around his head as you reach your orgasm. Your hand falls over your mouth, hiccup of a moan hard to contain as Yoongi continues to flick your clit, helping you ride out your high as the white behind your eyelids seems to fizzle to black.

Yoongi watches you tremble when he brings his face away from your soaked cunt. And you dare look down at him, light of the fire catching the sheen of your cum on his lips and chin as he smiles up at you; his fingers continuing to toy with you clit.

“Too much” you try to squirm away, his arm laying heavy over your waist to keep you down.

You feel yourself fall into another orgasm, buzzing overstimulation on your clit pulling you into a less intense but just as pleasurable high that has tears prickling your eyes.

“Yoongi” you snivel, mouth falling open into a silent moan, Yoongi not letting up on your poor clit.

Another dribble of arousal is pushed out of your clenching pussy, walls pulsating around nothing as you squirm, toeing Yoongi away from you— and finally stopping his unrelenting thrumming on your swollen clit.

Your next breath comes out jittery, hand held over your cunt as Yoongi licks his lips.

“You’re mean” you whine up at him, clit still buzzing with pleasure as the soft skin of your palm brushes over it.

“Can’t help it, your pretty little pussy is too addictive” he drawls, hands running over your sides to try and quell the slight tremble.

“Think you can take my cock?” he asks, wary of how sensitive you’ll be.

“Yeah” you nod, hand trailing back up your body to tug at your nipples as Yoongi pulls his sweats down.

You watch his cock spring free, pearly pre-cum smeared on his lower stomach, wet slap making you cringe.

He leans down, hand tugging at his length as he presses another kiss to your lips, drinking in your moan when you taste yourself on his tongue.

He kisses the corner of your mouth when he runs the head of his cock through your folds, cock slicked up with your arousal before he’s nudging the head against your entrance.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs against your skin, smiling when you hum.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and he angles the head of his cock right over you cunt before he’s pushing in. The head pops inside with little resistance, and Yoongi has to bite back a moan as your walls clench around the tip of his cock.

You pull him in further, your boyfriend pushing his hips forward slowly before gently pulling back. Slowly, agonisingly, feeding you each inch of him until he’s buried to the hilt.

You revel in the feeling of being so full, cunt sporadically clenching around his length as he starts to pull out; gentle drag of his cock against your walls enough to bring you to a third orgasm of the night.

It wouldn’t be hard to make you cum again, not when your pussy was so sensitive after two consecutive orgasms. And Yoongi is kind enough to leave your clit be as he starts up a pace he’s happy with. Hand covering your mouth as you start to moan, fingers gripping your jaw and he worried he’ll bruise you.

Yoongi’s hips snap forwards before he’s pulling back until only the tip of cock is nestled inside of you before he’s ramming back into you again.

You feel his balls slap against your ass, squeaky moans tumbling off your tongue like honey that he licks from between your lips as he bends you in half, knees pushed up next to your shoulders.

You can’t help the red that stains your cheeks when you hear how wet you are, each brutal thrust of Yoongi’s cock ramming into you followed by a wet squelch as your cunt weeps around him.

“I’m close” you manage to squeeze out, eyes falling shut as your mouth opens, only Yoongi is clamping his hand over it moments later when he can see the moan ready to drip off your lips.

You’re the image of pure sin underneath him, nails digging into his arms as his hips continue to slap against your ass, and it’s a wonder as to how no one seems to have woken up.

“Me too, baby. Together okay?” he grunts, hands grabbing onto any part of you he can hold.

“Inside” you whine, “Cum inside me please”

“Yeah?” he grunts, “Like the idea of me putting a baby into you huh?” his laugh is mean, “What would your parents say? What would they think when you tell them you’re pregnant?”

“Probably ask whose baby it is” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close enough for you to kiss over his jaw.

“Yeah? And whose fucking baby would it be?”

“Yours” you cry, body being pushed up the carpet with each harsh thrust, your arousal starting to dribble down Yoongi’s balls. Each wet slap of them against your ass a lewd reminder of how wet you truly were for this man. “I’d tell them it’s yours” you sob.

“Yeah you will”

His hips start to stutter, thrusts less calculated, sloppier and he reaches his high. You feel his cock twitch and Yoongi smashes his lips against your own, more teeth than tongue, when his fingers find their way back to your clit; a cry being ripped from your throat at the harsh press of a finger against your swollen bud.

Your body trembles, Yoongi pushing his cock as far into you as he can before he’s cumming. Thick cum painting your walls white as he holds you close.

You shake through your own orgasm, tugging his hand away from your clit when you feel the overstimulation become painful, thighs shaking in the aftershock of it all.

Yoongi barely pulls out before he’s thrusting back into you, a foamy ring of white surrounding the base of his cock as he gently rocks into you.

You don’t bother telling him to stop, each electric thrum of overstimulating pleasure of his cock dragging against your walls too delicious to let up on.

Yoongi feels your walls rhythmically clenching around his slowly softening cock; and he’s gentle as he pulls the both of you to sit up— making sure he was still nestled deep inside of you as his hands run over your back.

Both of your skin shine in a sheen of sweat, bodies sticky as you flop into his chest. Your toes burning as they get to close to the fire.

“When are we gonna tell them?” you whisper, breath tickling Yoongi’s bare chest when you yawn.

“Whenever you’re ready sweetheart” his fingers run through your hair, catching in a knot and you wince at the pain. Though he feels you clench at it, he chooses not to comment. That was a discussion for another day.

For now he needed to get the both of you cleaned up, and you into bed before someone wandered downstairs wondering what all the noise was. Though he thinks that can wait a while, more than happy with you flopped against his chest while his cock stay impaled into your cunt; cum filled and swollen. Nothing a few kisses can’t fix and maybe his tongue in the shower.

“Maybe new year” you shrug, “I’m sorry about my friend kissing me” you peer up at him through his lashes.

He simply hums, “Just don’t let it happen again, fucking hate how touchy all your friends are” he grunts, “You’re mine, y’know?”

“I know” you giggle, wincing a little when you jostle his cock inside of you, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek in apology.

And you let him off this one time, his smile too bright for you to even dare tease him about it when the atmosphere was so cozy.

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hongcherry · 11 months

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Heyyy, hi ! saw your posts and hope you're doing good ♡ A little request ideas maybe...

Yoongi, jealous, bathtub/shower sex, can make it like angst to smut to fluff ? Toys ? multiple 0rgasm and some good aftercare :]

🚿 Pairing: fwb!Yoongi x fwb!Reader (afab)

🚿 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, angst, fluff; Friends with benefits, pwp

🚿 Word Count: 783

🚿 Warnings: Multiple orgasms, use of toy, fingering, aftercare

🚿 Author's Note: Hi! Thank you for putting in a request! I hope you enjoy ☺️

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You had never imagined your best friend, Yoongi, to be the jealous type.

He always appeared laid back and unbothered. However, the moment he found out you had slept with someone besides him, his demeanor changed.

Not that it should have mattered. You two were simply each other’s temporary fixes. No strings attached.

At least that’s how all friends with benefits start.

Now, you’re not sure how to describe your relationship.

Yoongi invited himself to your home after dinner with friends. Since you had nothing scheduled, you granted his wish. You excused yourself to take a shower, but you didn’t expect him to follow you.

Soon, his hands were all over your body, and the sound of the water running became background noise.

It’s not long until he coaxes two orgasms from you.

“I-I can’t,” you pant, legs quivering as you struggle to keep yourself upright.

Yoongi smirks as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. He gives you a few kisses before he nips at your skin.

“Oh, come on, baby. One more,” he coos.

You squeeze your eyes shut, moans echoing off the bathroom walls as he thrusts the dildo into your sensitive pussy. All you can do is press against the glass door more.

Yoongi glides the toy in and out at various speeds, enjoying the way your walls squeeze around it. Suddenly, he pushes the dildo roughly inside. A loud gasp falls from your lips at the action. He continues the motion for a few before increasing his speed.

“S-shit Yoongi,” you whine.

“Wanna feel you more,” he says.

Yoongi removes the toy and replaces the object with his fingers before you can protest. His movements are fast, threatening the tightness in your tummy to snap.

“Did that guy make you feel this good?” he asks calmly, fingers slowing as they spread and stretch your walls heavenly.

“N-no,” you stammer. You wiggle your body against his hand in hopes he’ll go faster again.

“I bet you regret it, huh? Wasted your time with someone who didn’t know how to pleasure you correctly,” he scoffs.

“’m sorry,” you whine.

“Are you?” he questions. His pace begins to pick up, dragging you back to the edge.

“Yes!” you cry. “I only need you to fuck me.”

Yoongi chuckles. “And you better remember that.”

He angles your face to capture your lips in a heated kiss while he continues his fast pace. Your walls clench around his fingers, and Yoongi moans into your mouth at the feeling.

Hastily, you pull away from the kiss to cry his name as you come.

“That’s it,” Yoongi praises, fingers still sliding inside your pussy. He gradually comes to a stop.

His hands rest on your waist to keep you standing. You’re thankful for the gesture since you would’ve collapsed otherwise. You’re breathing harshly and feel exhausted.

Yoongi places a soothing kiss on your head, squeezing your body comfortingly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says softly and then begins to bathe you.

After a few minutes, you smile and swat at his hands. “I can do it myself. now”

“Can you?” he teases.

“Yes,” you huff playfully, grabbing some soap and continuing where he left off.

Yoongi watches you for a moment before cleaning himself.

Before you know it, you’re both dry and snuggling in your bed. Your head rests on his chest as he lazily moves his fingertips up and down your bare back. You feel so safe in his arms that you shuffle closer.

“I don’t want you hooking up with anyone,” Yoongi confesses in the dimly lit room.

You peer up at him, seeing his long locks frame his handsome face. It stirs something inside your chest—something familiar that you’ve been suppressing.

“What would that mean for us?” you wonder.

He smiles. “It means I don’t want to share you. I want you to only be mine. What do you say?”

“I would like that.”

“Good,” he murmurs and leans down, kissing your lips.

The kiss lasts longer than you anticipate. It’s slow at first but steadily grows more passionate. Your hands glide against his skin during the kiss. They trail downward until they reach his hardened cock.

Yoongi hisses at the feeling of your hands on him.

Pulling away, you whisper, “Let me pay you back for earlier.”

Yoongi doesn’t protest as you move yourself lower, a small smile on his swollen lips.

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myg || Orders

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

summary: Your study date gets steamy.

Alternatively, the pizza isn't the only thing that's hot and ready.

tags: smut, pwp, college au

warnings: smut (18+), oral (f receiving), a little fingering, reader orders pizza through call while having sex, spit kink, a little praise, use of the word sl*t, language.

a/n: min yoongi please let me suck ur dick, thanks. Let me know if I missed any tags.

"Sorry, I'm having trouble processing this," Yoongi leans forward in his chair. "I thought this was a study date, but all you seem to care about are these stupid math problems," he scoffs, tapping at your notebook.

You put down your pen in confusion. "Yeah. That's the...studying part of a study date," you reply.

"When's the date part gonna start, then?" He asks, his demeanor calm and collected.

You are about to reply, when his eyes capture you in a trance, neutral in nature but captivating in color. They're black.

You've been silenced.

"Do you want to go get pizza or something? Ditch this?" He rasps in a softened tone.

"No, I kind of want to suck your cock," you mutter between breaths.

"What did you say?" His ears perk up, a smile spreading across his face.

"Nothing, I shouldn't have said that, sorry..." you dismiss.

"You definitely meant it." He folds his arms.

Fuck. You let your thoughts get the better of you yet again. How could you be so impulsive? He definitely heard it.

Yoongi examines your flustered state and finally decides to have mercy on you. "Cool. We can get pizza and then I'll let you put those pretty lips on me."

"Yeah?" You reply, sweetly.

"Yeah. Come on. I'm getting hard just thinking about it," he teases, twisting his pen between his fingers.

"I can call the delivery service instead it's-- not that expensive. What kind do you want?" You ask, absent-mindedly. Your heart pounds.

"... Chicago-Style," he says.

You tighten your legs beneath the kitchen table, trying to keep from meeting his stare again. You know that once you start spiraling, you won't be able to stop the flow of thoughts from spilling out your filthy mouth.

He takes notice, his breath heavy and his legs spread wide. He clicks his pen and sets it down on the table to admire your frustrated state. "I didn't know you were this horny," he says.

"I like straight-forward men," you reply.

"I can tell that. Do you want to make that call before I lose my self control?" He says, almost threateningly.

Your gaze lowers to his pants, a promising bulge now apparent beneath the cloth. It looks fat. You bite your lip subconsciously, a small "yeah~" escaping you.

Yoongi scoots out of his chair and approaches you. His hand scoops under your jaw and fixes your focus on him and the words he speaks.

"You're gonna listen to me. Get on the phone with them. I can tell you're an impatient slut, so you're gonna call them while I fuck you," he instructs. "That sound good?"

"Yes, Yoongi."

"That's a good girl, go ahead. I'm watching." He slips a hand down your body, caressing your waist. "Dial in."

With steady hands, you dial for the pizza delivery service, the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

It seems like the line is busy at the moment, which buys you time.

He guides you out of your chair, pulling you from the kitchen to the bedroom in a delicate fashion. He takes the phone from your hand and sets it down above your arm, against the mattress.

At this point, he pulls his shirt over his body and scrunches his nose. Yoongi pushes the hair out of his face and leans over you, instantly kissing and sucking at your delicate neck.

You roll your eyes back in relief, still rubbing your legs together in hopes of generating enough friction to satisfy yourself.

He catches your thighs in his hands and splits them apart instead, giving you a look of torture.

Your hands travel up his body, rubbing him in amazement and anticipation of him. He speaks a small moan, tugging down his pants to readjust himself.

He sits up and rolls his eyes, pulling himself out with a thick slap on to your stomach.

You whimper from the sight. He's pale and rose-colored with a small head, girthy and delicious.

"Ohh~ fuck!" You gasp, quietly.

-- "Hello, JD's pizza, how can I help you today?" A foreign voice breaks through.

You have to gather yourself quickly-- and by the looks of Yoongi's smirk, he's not gonna be a big help.

"Yes! I'd like to order a Chicago style pizza please!"

He makes a hushing gesture and climbs to the lower half of your body, splitting your thighs. Your eyes widen.

"And what size would you like that, ma'am?"

Just then, Yoongi licks a fat stripe up your pussy.

"Lhh...Large," you manage.

His fingers split your labia as he finds your clit and starts rubbing small, tight circles on it with the very tip of his hot tongue. His eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"Great. Can I have a name and an address for that?" The unknowing voice continues.

You hold back a ripping moan in your throat as you say your address in full. "...and that's for Y/N," you sigh.

His tongue swipes down to your entrance and flicks at it teasingly before penetrating you just for fun. He brings his veiny hands up and plays with your clit between his fingers.

Your knit your eyebrows together, your arousal spilling into his mouth as he collects your pleasure. His other hand is on your thigh, kneading and working the skin until it bruises.

"Fuck,, yoongi,, fuckfuckfuck-- please--" you whine, in a desperate whisper.

He laughs silently, having the time of his life watching you suffer.

Yoongi spits out a mix of his own saliva and your arousal on your clit and then sucks it in, determined to have you cum from his mouth alone.

His eyes flood with need, causing you to buck up into his mouth with intensity. You ride it, biting your lip, hoping to God that your whimpers can't be picked up through the phone. "Shhhit--" you pant.

"Okay, gotcha..." the voice says. "That'll be 12.67 and the order should be there by 10:30 PM. Have a great night."

"You too!" You reply and immediately hang up, your orgasm surging through you. Moans erupt from you, your ringed fingers holding on to his scalp in euphoria.

Yoongi latches off you after gathering all of your cum in his mouth and from his fingertips. "Sweet," he smirks. "Now let's see how many times I can make you cream around my dick before that delivery guy comes."

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#3 All I Want Is A Break (Part 2)

Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader + Taehung and Jungkook

Genre: Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut

Warnings: Curse words/ heartache/ Smut

Word count: 3.5K+

PART 1

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"Baby…" Yoongi's lips were going down my neck, but it was his voice that was pulling me in more. I was sure it was just his voice that could get me off. We hadn't ever tried it, but I was sure if it ever came to the point where only his voice was available, I would still be all set. "Stop dreaming about me when I'm next to you," He bit my chin lightly, pulling me out of my trance.

"Don't call me baby," I slid my hands down his body and groped his still-covered cock when he had me stripped instantly.

"But, you're my baby," He pouted, pushing his lips out. "How will people know you're mine?" his fingers moved in and out of me like they had known their way around my body since forever. They had, and it felt nice to belong to someone. I had seen a house where love was always transactional. With Yoongi, nothing ever was. He always gave, was always patient, and I was so in love with him.

"Okay, you can call me baby. Make sure it's always loud and clear," I pushed him down the bed, so I could get him out of his tight jeans and show him my true devotion to him. "Make everyone hear you, so they know who you belong to as well,"

"Baby…" He moaned, his hands pulling my hair together, as I wrapped my tongue around him, "Baby…."

"BABY!"

My head jerked and hit my bedside table.

"BABY!" Taehyung was yelling from the kitchen, his favourite thing to do when he took up cooking which was very often. I sat up straight and looked around my room. I was spending too much time in it. The sweat on my neck couldn't really confirm my emotion behind the kind of dream I was having, but my body was very frustrated. This was the longest I had gone without any action, and with the accumulating stress, the last two months had not been easy.

"BABY, BABY, BABY!" Tae sang/shouted again.

"Don't call me baby." I groaned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

"Finally! You're up! You've been sleeping all morning, and I'm making fajitas," He was awfully chirpy for 2 PM.

"My body is too pent up. I think I need to take some dancing classes to get it moving cause the gym is making it worse," I sat down on the counter, treating myself to some sour cream with some leftover chips.

"I think you need to get fucked," Tae said nonchalantly.

I paused, "you think I should go ask Yoongi for some? We didn't really discuss this break…"

"No, you broke up with him. It was evident he has moved on when we all saw him at the club. You need someone new," I gulped as Tae spoke. He realised my discomfort, "Look, Y/N, I'm not going to lie to you and make it sound like it is better than what's reality. I hate seeing you like this, though. And we have discussed this. His asking for a break was unfair. And, even though you have painted an amazing picture of him for us, he is still not out that door asking you back."

"I know, I know," I nodded. We had discussed this a lot. "I just am not ready for a relationship."

"Relationship? No one is recommending that. No, you have been with one guy your entire life! And healing that scar will need a lot of therapy which, by the way, congratulations for starting, but there are one-night stands, rendezvous, situationships waiting to be explored. Please don't get a boyfriend, get a fuck-friend."

"Ooooh, like Nadia…" I smirked. Nadia was very interested in learning the ins and outs of the course she was sharing with Tae and was not against studying the ins and outs of Tae. The poor girl was infatuated with him, and Tae was playing the classic fuckbuddy.

"Yeah, exactly like Nadia!" This poor boy was so clueless.

"Okay, I will let you know when I am ready for a rendezvous, is it?" I said, disgusted. "Gross, what is wrong with you?" I walked off.

"It's what it's called!" He laughed.

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"Jae, I really don't want to meet anyone new. Trust me!" Yoongi wanted to clarify, but Jae was too excited to meet the girls he had met at his internship. Yoongi repeated it twice in the car and then at the club, but Jae was not receptive.

"Tia! Hey baby! Here lemme introduce you to my friend, Yoongi!" Tia was a design major from the same university, and even though she was lovely and sexy in the little black dress she wore, Yoongi was not interested. He wasn't rude, though, so he introduced himself and kept talking to her through the night.

They were laughing about something insignificant when Maria came up wanting to take pictures. Yoongi instinctively put his arms around her, stopping her from falling as he made her laugh again. The pictures were clicked, and Tia tightened his arm around her, bringing herself closer. Yoongi was a bit surprised. It wasn't like he wasn't offered chances to be with other women, but no one had been that forward. Usually, Y/N was with him, so the territories were always established, more by him for her, than for himself. Y/N, she was..is gorgeous, he thought. She could light up a party just by walking into it. Made everyone feel included, except when she was nervous, like she had been with his new friends, and that's when she kept herself very close to him. He liked how she fit into his body like she was just made for him. Tia kept coming closer to Yoongi, sticking her body to him, and it felt so foreign he had to take a step back, "let me get us a drink?"

"Yeah! I'll come with you!" Tia nodded, and they made their way down to the bar.

"What would you like?" Yoongi asked Tia, trying to get the bartender's attention.

"Vodka soda!" Tia waved her glass and looked around, "hey! That's Jungkook!" Tia yelled, pointing at the dance floor for Yoongi to place him, "He is the coolest human in my design class! His work is insane!" Yoongi's eyes followed Tia's direction to the dance floor. There he was, dancing and making a girl swirl to the beat as she laughed. He stumbled, his back hitting the bar. "You okay?" Tia asked.

His eyes didn't leave her. She looked gorgeous, somewhat thinner. Why was she thinner? But so sexy, dancing to the beat on the stage. Y/N did have a way of capturing the scene. She threw her head back as Jungkook whispered something in her ear and swirled her around with him.

"Yoongi?" Tia repeated.

"Yeah, yes, I am good, I'm good, here," He handed her the glass. "When you go up, could you let Jae or Sara, even Maria know that I've left? I'm just gonna go home. Not feeling too well." He left for the door before Tia could respond.

He felt weird. "I wanted this, I wanted this," He repeated, waiting for the cab to arrive.

"Leaving already?" Tara came and stood next to him.

"Feeling weird, are you going back too?" He asked, and she nodded. "Join me," He pointed to his booked cab ride.

"I met Y/N," she said.

"Yeah?"

"She'll be fine."

Yoongi just nodded, "You really think I could also find out who I am with her?" Tara looked at him in question. "That's what you were going to say, right? Before Jae came in?"

Tara nodded, "I've known Jae and Sara since school. And Sara likes you, that should've been the first sign to not listen to that shit."

"I didn't… I'm not naive. I didn't take their idea and follow through," Yoongi explained. "My parents have been discussing marriage. They bought the ring too, can you believe it? That is my thing to do when we are ready!"

"I thought she was your best friend?" Tara questioned.

"She is my best friend. And I'm being selfish. I know. But I'm all she has ever known. Do you know what her mum said before we left for uni? She said, 'wow, looks like Y/N is in my tracks of having one man for life.' God, her parents are so toxic."

"I don't get your point?" Yoongi was more in his head than in his ongoing explanation to Tara.

"What if one-day Y/N realises that she doesn't want to be like her mom? She hates her parent's relationship, and they were together since school as well. What if she realises that what we have can translate into what her parents made of their marriage?"

"Wow, I thought you left her cause you wanted to figure out life for yourself."

"I did. I do. I want us to have a chance to figure out what not being together feels like. So, that we are sure we want this. I want to explore being young and single for a bit. Just being with myself and not having my life dictated by my parents. And she will see this. She is smart. I just don't want to have any expectations for once."

"Okay, I'm no shrink. But you need help, Yoongi," Tara cut him off. "And you clearly are very confused about her place in your life. If you don't love her, end it! It will do you both good!"

"What the fuck? When did I even say that?" Yoongi yelled. "I do love her." He wasn't in doubt at all.

"Oh, did you tell her that you were feeling stuck? Scared? Claustrophobic?"

"I literally didn't say any of those things," Yoongi sighed. Clearly, Tara did not understand his situation.

"Yeah, you're not naming it. But it is what it is. You just threw her out of your life cause Jae told you his story of toxic romances and girlfriends not having a life. And Sara, who is fucked up, by the way, made it like Y/N didn't have a life without you. And you agreed to it the entire night, and the next we know is that you are not with her anymore," Tara really did like Y/N more. "And what if she likes this break and finds someone new? What will you do?"

Yoongi didn't respond. He hadn't thought this through.

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"So, you remember, Jungkook?" Zoya asked me as we climbed the mountain. No one could change Tae's plan, and here we were, climbing this stupid mountain under the sun.

"Who?" I asked, trying to blink through the sweat.

"The hunk who you danced with all night, you lil minx!" Zoya tickled her.

"Yes, he texted me." I laughed. "Wants to grab a coffee with me," Zoya raised her eyebrow, "soon too!"

"And, what did you say," she asked.

"I really don't want to go on a date, so I asked him if we can meet as friends," It was all that I could offer. "And we are going to meet next week."

"Are you okay? Seeing Yoongi? With that chick?" She asked.

"I don't know. I'm not thinking about it," I told her honestly.

—

Classes had started again, and all my time not working was spent at the library. I had taken up a research project, and the readings were driving me crazy. It was 11 PM, and I was still here. Thankfully, my therapy was going great. We were reworking my narrative about belonging to someone. I should belong to myself first before giving a part of myself to someone else.

With Yoongi, I had made him my safe haven, which was not fair to either of us. She made me see how I was more dependent on him and how that had influenced so many of my life decisions. Like not going on the trip with all my girlfriends because Yoongi wasn't interested or not taking classes or going to movies which I liked because Yoongi might not have enjoyed them. Instead of treating him as my friend and partner, I was wrapping my life around his choices which made me more like a crutch. Maybe that's why he felt like he needed to move on.

It had been more than three months, though, and I was okay. I missed my friend more than I missed anything else. We could talk about anything. Talk about our future, our interests, and our problems. He just got it without me having to explain it to him. He was truly my best friend. But relationships evolve, and maybe that would be us.

If he was here right now, he would totally understand why I was getting competitive in my class and why I felt I needed to take on this stupid research project.

"This is an announcement for all students. We will close the front desk in 30 minutes. Please come to the front desk for any books intended to be taken out of the library."

"Ugh!" I quickly picked up my books, which I wanted to issue under my name, and ran to the front desk. "Hey! I can still continue studying here, right?" I asked the librarian.

"Yes, we are just closing the counter." He nodded.

"Great," I really needed to finish these readings cause Tae had Nadia over, and they were unreasonably loud at night.

"Hey," I felt a shiver down my spine.

I turned around, "Yoongi…uh…hi."

"Need help carrying those?" He asked, looking at the mountain of books, the librarian was issuing for me.

"Ah no, I'm good. I carried them all here," I smiled. I pulled the books towards me.

"Wait, let me help. Can I just have this book?" He asked the librarian, who quickly issued his book. "Here," He took half my bunch, "where to?"

"Umm, I'm looking for a comfy place," I looked around.

"I know the perfect spot! C'mon," He walked off before I could respond.

We took the lift to the 5th floor, "We have a dedicated space for the architecture wing, and that place has this tiny room, with the comfiest floor sofa with a table and a coffee counter in the next room." Yoongi explained, all excited.

"Oh, we don't have to. I can find a place…."

"You'll love it. C'mon," He sped up again before I could argue.

To his word, the place was so comfy. It also had a wall of floor-length windows at the other side of the table with a beautiful view of the campus. We sat down next to each other, and I sorted my readings.

"Are you prepping for a paper?" He asked, pulling his notebook out as well.

"Research project," I answered.

"Ah," he nodded. "Read on," He smiled, getting ready to read as well.

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Yoongi couldn't help staring at her in between reading his book. She kept biting her pencil trying to sort through her sticky notes because she always started with a colour coding system which fell apart within minutes. It was a while before she took a break and just looked out of the window.

"How are your classes going?" He asked. He had been dying to speak to her. For the first time ever, he didn't know what was happening in her life, and he had so much to tell her too. He liked this, though, sitting next to her. It felt like home.

"Not bad. It's tough, but I'm trying to do better," She responded.

"What about yours?" She asked.

"Tough. It is very new. I had to make a model the other day, and all I wanted was that little sticky tape you had for your earrings. You know, the one you stick behind your-"

"Ear tape? It's to help with the weight," She laughed.

"Fuck yeah, it would have helped so much to hold the weight of this stupid model," Yoongi took out his phone to show her pictures. The wallpaper was still her, which she didn't comment on, "look at this. It took me more than 10 days to make this, and the professor threw it against the wall."

"Wait, what the fuck?"

"Don't worry! He ended it by saying that people who had their projects thrown against the wall should be proud, which was me and four more of us."

"Proud?"

"Yeah, ours was worth him looking at and critiquing, and the other 20 kids had failed." Yoongi continued, telling her stories of all she had missed, and she instinctively told him all of hers. It was so comfortable. It was like a habit. They went out to get coffee and kept talking about places they had eaten, new content they had seen, and people they had met. "Oh, I have a friend, Jungkook, who can really help you design this landscape. I can speak to him if you like. I think he uses that software. Atleast I think so. Yeah, you can't let that bitch win? How dare she claim your idea as hers!"

"That'll be nice," Yoongi gulped, remembering him from the club, and it shook him from the trance he was in right now. "You'll be surprised. I've met loads of people like her." he didn't want their conversation to end.

They keep talking as they leave the library to walk home. Their home, which was no longer theirs, but they don't realise it as they open their takeaway order on the table and sit down to eat.

"Ugh, my back hurts so much these days. I feel like I'm sitting and reading all the time!" Y/N stretched on the sofa as she finished showing him her research proposal.

"Come here, let me massage it a bit," Yoongi made her turn so her back for facing his front. "Relax your shoulders," he massaged her neck, just like she liked it. She moaned as Yoongi hit her spots, and it went right down to his dick. It had been so long since they had been together, and the noises she was making had him a little dizzy at this time of the night. "Do you like it, baby?" He asked her.

She nodded, tipping her head back as his hands went down her back, kind of dizzy herself with this feeling. It was instinct. It had to me. You couldn't tell who kissed first, but Yoongi's lips were on her, warm, fervent against hers. His hands went around her neck, tipping her face down and kissing her deeply.

"Oh gosh, Yoongi," She moaned, turning her body and climbing his lap. She could feel him hard, thick against her core, as she wrapped her body around his and pulled him in further. Yoongi couldn't pull her close enough to him. He wanted to touch all of her, all at once, have her in his veins, for it had been too long that he had her so close. It was an injustice to not have her this close to him at all times, it was wrong, and he could not think of one reason why he had let this happen.

She raised her arms as he pulled her oversized hoody off. She looked like sin, in just her bra and underwear in her hoody she liked wearing as a dress. She wastes no time getting his clothes off while trying to get him closer to her. He is so hard against her, and when he plunges into her, it feels like time stops, and it is just them at this moment.

"You feel so good," He moans, pulling her closer and kissing her all over her chest as she moves in his lap. "Please don't stop."

"I'm never going to stop," she whispers, getting his lips on her again. He fucks into her until she is sobbing in his arms and then cumming around his cock. She bites his shoulder as he releases inside her, holding her close, with her head on his chest. "Stay," he says, and Y/N can't think of anything else as she falls asleep in his arms.

Y/N has placed this sofa in their house, in a way where the light hits it directly during the sunrise. That's how he knew she was gone before the sun was up.

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One more part and we wrap? I wanted to show more of a journey for them.

What do you think?

Give me your thoughts on what you want to happen next if you like?

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cinnaminsvga · 9 days

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zee i need to go back to 2018 immediately this 20’s shit is not it

[cont.] omg zee harana hit 1k notes hotdamn jeon jungkook fics really are a different breed not even these fuckholes 20’s can change that

(im assuming this is the same anon lol) but yeah dude why tf do i miss the 2015-2018 era when i know goddamn well that they were only fractionally better than how life is now... i know movies and tv shows always talk about "real" adulthood but MAN they were not kidding about how soul-sucking it can be ;w; everyday you just work and work and work and then you get one vacation maybe then you work and work and work then you DIE... NGAHHGHDH...

also yes holy shit icb harana hit 1k notes??? I WAS EXPECTING MAYBE 500 at most... jk fics really do hit different bc tell me why i KNOW that when i release the other fics with the other members that they'll likely barely breach 200 notes 🫠 jungkook stans i prommy my yoobie fics are fire just give them a chance 🧎🏻‍♀️

#also can i just say it was strange watching the reception for harana #bc for one like??? i did not get as much verbal response as i would have expected from a 1k note fic #bc every other fic of mine that reaches that usually has some buzz but this time it was... kinda quiet???#which i dont mind btw like i wrote and posted harana not even knowing if people were gonna read it given how long my hiatus has been #so i wasnt expecting much reception at all but its still...#its just strange!! also ever since i posted harana i keep seeing other jk fics pop up on my fyp #and its always the same phenomena.... why is everyone lurking 0_0 #also why is it hard to find yoongi fics.... tell me why everything is pwp.... i want 40k slow burn madness :(((#OK TIME TO GO BACK AND ROT (maybe write some yoongi on the side)#Anonymous #answered

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angelicyooni · 1 year

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Love Bites

❥ Pairing{s}: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Namjoon Alpha!Taehyung x Omega!Yoongi

❥ Genre: Oneshot, Smut, ABO, PWP

❥ Rating: 18+

❥ Word Count: 1.3k Words

❥ Summery: Jungkook and Namjoon fuck at a party in front of another couple, Taehyung and Yoongi, who also fuck in front of them.

❥ Warnings: ABO, Degradation, Public Sex, Chocking, Possessiveness, Rough Sex, Biting, Stereotypes(?), Slick, Light Breeding Kink

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Jungkook watched in aggravation as Taehyung spoke to Namjoon, his smile flirtatious, his sharp eyes holding a mischievous glint as he stared at the omega. Jungkook's blood ran hot and his heart gave a jump when Namjoon giggled at something the alpha said. The omega covered his face to hide a shy smile from the leering alpha.

Jungkook slams his glass of liquor down, stomping angrily towards the pair.

He curls his arm around his mate and roughly pulls Namjoon close to him, his face grim as he stares at his best friend with distaste. He can feel Namjoon's nervous glance and slight wince when he angrily grips his hip. Jungkook ignores his omega and lets out a small growl.

"You're getting a little too close to my omega, Taehyung." Jungkook sneers at the alpha when he gives him a boxy smile, an amused look crossing his face. “Taehyung? Not Tae. Is the little alpha mad that I can make his cute omega flustered?"

Jungkook growls again and pulls Namjoon to his front. He harshly pulls the omegas head to the side by his hair and exposes his neck, eliciting a small groan, "OW- Jungkook-ah! Wha- hmm.."

Jungkook glares at Taehyung when Namjoon lets out a breathy moan and smirks. He licks his omegas mating mark, his glare never leaving his best friend's hooded eyes.

"Yoongi." Taehyung calls out, grinning adoringly when the tiny wolf lazily walks towards him. "What is it, Alpha?" The omega, soft spoken and pretty, stared at the couple with interest. He’s captivated Jungkook's interest, similar to Namjoon, since Taehyung introduced them.

Yoongi was an omega wolf who fit the stereotype well. Small, tiny, soft spoken, seemingly innocent. How would he look being fucked? I want to ruin the pretty thing. Jungkook gave a small appreciative hum at the thought.

The alpha felt Namjoon grab his shirt as he read his thoughts over their shared bond. Jungkook could feel his omegas apprehension mixed with a bit of jealousy and want.

He bit Namjoon’s mating mark without warning, growling at Taehyung's lusting gaze.

Namjoon whined and tried to pull away, his legs shaking with the sudden arousal that coursed through his body. "What would you do if I fucked you in front of everyone?" Jungkook rasped into his ear, sucking Namjoons earlobe.

Taehyung grinned and Yoongi looked away, a blush making its way up his pretty neck. Jungkook watched with interest, his cock jumping at the intense look on Taehyung's face and the way Yoongi grabbed his alphas arm and snuggled close.

"I'll do whatever you want to, Alpha." Namjoon whined out with his eyes closed, only to snap them open when he heard a breathy moan directly in front of him. Taehyung had a hand down Yoongi’s back pants, his large fingers teasing the omegas entrance.

"Jung- kookie- No! Not here- hmm." Namjoon breathed out, his eyes downcasted in humiliation when he saw party goers giving the two couples amused glances. Jungkook could feel the omega trying not to grind back on his alpha’s cock.

Jungkook growled at Namjoon in annoyance and wrapped a hand around his throat and stuck three of his fingers inside the omegas mouth to shut him up. Namjoon let out a high pitched whine, he could already feel his hole gushing out slick in need.

"Yoongi-ah, what do you think of this?" Taehyung whispered loudly at his omega, staring at Yoongi’s dazed face, softly. “Want to have fun with Jungkooki and his handsome omega, Namjoon-hyung?” The alpha sighed out Namjoons name in such a sultry way that Jungkook couldn’t help but grin when Namjoon tried to rub his covered ass against him more eagerly.

"Alpha! More!" Namjoon’s muffled plea was barely heard, making him sob in desperation when Jungkook kept a tight grip on his hip, not letting his omega grind on him like he wanted.

"You heard your omega. He wants more." Taehyung chuckled.He leaned down to give Yoongi a small peck on his mark as the tiny wolf hid into his chest, his face peeking out just a bit, his eyes wide and lips parted as watched. Jungkook gave Taehyung a heated glare before glancing at Yoongi's disoriented and flushed face. He's cute.

Namjoon let out another sob and tried to push back onto his alpha’s cock. "Enjoy the free show I'm about to give you." Jungkook griped at Taehyung and the rest of the grinning onlookers.

Jungkook pushed Namjoon over one of the tables, bending him over and pulling his jeans off along with his slick soiled underwear. He grinned at his pleading omega. Namjoon was his mate and his alone. He was about to show all their friends.

Jungkook watched as more slick dribbled down his omegas honey thick thighs and he couldn’t help but be entranced at the way Namjoon kept whining and pushing back against him, trying to get more friction. Jungkook pulled at his omega’s hair and growled into Namjoon’s ear as he pushed his covered cock against Namjoon's bare hole. "Tell them. Tell them who you belong to." Namjoon moaned and Jungkook groaned, his jeans rubbing roughly against his sensitive wet member.

"I. Said. Tell. Them." He snarled and quickly unzipped his dark jeans, taking his cock out. Jungkook rubbed himself up and down Namjoons slicked wetness.

"I'm- want more!" Namjoon cried, his tears running down his red face. He felt empty. He wanted to be full. Full of his alphas huge cock. Full of his cum. Namjoon wanted to be bred. Jungkook felt a delighted shiver run through him at his omegas thoughts.

"Say it." Jungkook gripped Namjoons hair harder, his cock growing fuller at Namjoons soft gasps. "I'm- I'm- hmm." Jungkook sneered and lightly bit Namjoon’s neck in warning. "I'm-..." Namjoon felt too empty. Too overwhelmed. He could feel everyone's lustful eyes on him and his alphas predatory gaze. The heated looks, the smell of arousal in the air, he could just die of bliss.

But most of all, he could feel Taehyung's aroused leer. He could feel Yoongi's lewd hooded eyes on him. Namjoon could hear Yoongi's small whimpers of pleasure, Taehyung's deep chuckles, and Jungkook's sweet possessiveness.

Namjoon felt absolutely beautiful.

Jungkook growled and slammed into Namjoon, making the omega screech and whine, sobs spilling from his pretty plump lips. "I'm Jungkooks! Hmmm- I'm alphas!" Namjoon barely managed to moan out in his pleasure-filled delirium.

Jungkook smirked with pride as his omega gushed slick onto his cock and came without even being properly touched. Namjoon was breathing harshly, his moans becoming sobs when his alpha kept fucking into him. Jungkook drew a satisfied hum from Namjoon when he gently kissed his mating mark.

Jungkook pulled his omega up into his arms and carefully redressed him. Afterwards he tucked his soft member into his own jeans and glanced up at his best friend and his omega. Yoongi was bouncing on the alpha's cock with a devastating look on his face, high pitched whimpers escaping his pouty lips.

"We're leaving. Namjoon is tired and needs to rest. He'll want to go another round after his nap." Jungkook grinned at Taehyung's furrowed brows, all his attention on his omegas arching figure. Taehyung barely paid Jungkook any mind. "Okay, yeah. Lock the door on the way out. Later Kookie. I liked the show." He mumbled out.

Jungkook grunted and rolled his eyes, slightly lingering on Yoongi’s bruised hips and Taehyung's strong grip on his omegas ass.

Jungkook carried a sleepy Namjoon out of the apartment and into their car. He kissed Namjoons parted lips and held onto his hand as they drove away.

"Alpha…fuck TaeTae and Yoonie? So cute- hmm." Namjoon slurred, more asleep than awake.

"We'll have to ask first but if they say yes, we can," Jungkook answered with a soft smile. That would be fun. Taehyung will be begging underneath me and Yoongi would look so pretty with Namjoon.

"Hmm, glad, sleep now…" Jungkook squeezed Namjoon's hand and gave it a kiss. “Good night, Darling.”

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dollfaceksj · 11 months

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i just thought of the most random pwp short one shot crack!au and i like it so much that i might write 7 different versions for each bts member with the same concept

#clover over #bts fic #bts smut #bts pwp #bts au #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook

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pinuppuppjm · 2 years

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𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙋𝙪𝙥

𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 & 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘵.

Word Count: 1,345

General Tags: FTM Yoongi x Cis Jimin, boypussy & pre-top Yoongi, puppy play & puppy space, pwp

Read On AO3

(not proofread or edited)

“What is it, pup?”

Jimin let out a dog-like whine as he crouched on the floor at Yoongi’s feet. Widening his eyes to beg, he rubbed his head on the older’s knee as he whined again.

“What do you want?” Yoongi questioned as he pet Jimin’s pink hair. The younger whined again, but this just earned him a frown, “Talk to me, puppy,”

“Arf!” Jimin yipped while bringing up on of his curled up hands to paw between Yoongi’s legs. Gently, his knuckles grazed over Yoongi’s stomach and over his panties. “Arf!”

“Oh? You want this?” Yoongi smirked as he spread his legs to reveal himself, which earned excited barks from the younger. Yoongi teased, “What a naughty doggie,”

Jimin’s excitement turned into fake anger. He put on an exaggerated frown and nipped the air in front of him as a warning, making Yoongi laugh and ruffle his hair.

“Oh my!” Yoongi played along, “Such a scary boy!”

“Ruff!” Jimin barked lowly and growled, “Grrrr, ruff!”

“You’re so cute, baby,” Yoongi giggled, leaning down to kiss Jimin’s nose, “I’ll give you what you want now, but you’ve got to be good, okay?”

Jimin nodded eagerly and then watched as Yoongi stood up to discard his underwear. All he was left in was the matching bra, which Jimin also found a nuisance. He was obsessed with his hyung’s boobs just as much as he was obsessed with his pussy. Yoongi sat back down and opened his legs again.

“Come, boy,” he commanded as he pat his hip.

Jimin’s eyes light up as he was greeted with what he thought was the most magnificent sight in the whole world. If he had dog ears, they’d be standing straight up, and if he had a tail, it’d have it’s own wind current from wagging so much. Despite not having one, Jimin still wiggled his bottom as if he did.

“Ruff!” Jimin barked as he brought himself up on his knees to get closer. He allowed Yoongi’s hand to guide his head between the man’s thighs. Jimin’s “tail” wagged more as he immediately began to lap at Yoongi’s cunt.

“Good boy~” Yoongi breathed as he made himself more comfortable. Leaning back, he pushed his crotch further up, practically feeding his pussy to his precious pup. Jimin grew more eager at this, licking and sucking sloppily as Yoongi tugged on his hair.

Jimin was truly a puppy. It wasn’t long before the poor thing was humping the air, desperately trying to get any friction without having to stop pleasuring his hyung. Noticing his whining increase, Yoongi lifted himself onto his elbows to look down at the boy.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Yoongi teased with a smile upon seeing Jimin’s hips rutting against nothing, “What’s happening here?”

He slipped his foot between Jimin’s legs to rub his clothes cock lightly. The sudden action made Jimin yelp, and Yoongi giggled at him.

“Come on, baby, take these off,” Yoongi tugged at the younger’s waistband with his toes. In an instant, Jimin was stripping until he was left naked. “Good boy,”

Yoongi praised him as he laid on the bed, head on the pillows and legs open for his pup, “Up, boy,”

Jimin’s color jingled around his neck as he clambered onto the bed, immediately climbing on top of his hyung and letting their bodies intertwine. Yoongi laughed as Jimin began licking all over his face and neck and letting out little yips of delight.

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi laughed as he tried to catch Jimin’s face. Once he did, he made the boy look at him, “you’ve got to make hyung cum now, okay?”

“Arf!” Jimin barked in agreement before licking the man’s cheek again and beginning to rut his cock against his cunt blindly.

“What a silly, puppy,” Yoongi tsked before reaching down to help guide his baby’s cock to his hole, “There you go,”

Jimin let out a pathetic whine as he finally sank into Yoongi’s tight, warm cunt. Yoongi gasped as he felt himself be stretched out by his band mate. With his head lolled back and his eyes shut, he was taken by surprise when Jimin instantly began thrusting into him with a brutal force.

The room filled with lewd sounds from the both of them, including the unmistakable sound of Jimin barking like a little puppy. His hands soon found his hyung’s clothes tits, pawing and tugging at the fabric to get it off. With Yoongi’s help, he got what he wanted. He now had the perfect, full view of his hyung’s full tits bouncing with every jolt of his hips. It made him want to go even harder.

“Jimin~!” Yoongi yelped in pleasure, “Fuck~! Yeah~!”

“Ruff! Ruff!” Jimin barked back happily.

“Yeah, that’s my good boy~! Fucking hyung so good~!” Yoongi praised. As his hands found their way from the younger’s chest around to his back, he pulled him closer, “C’mere, puppy~”

Jimin practically melted into his hyung’s embrace. Slowing his pace a bit so he could messily kiss him, Jimin let himself get pulled down. The two revealed in the feeling of being connected in the most intimate way possible for a moment as their tongue grazed each other’s, as they breathed each other’s air. Pulling away, Jimin rested his forehead against Yoongi’s, taking in just how handsome his hyung was this close up. With his cheeks flushed and lips rubbed red and eyes so full of love.

“Make me cum, puppy~please~” Yoongi begged, “Make me cum, and I’ll let you cum wherever you want,”

A growl erupted from deep within Jimin’s chest at this. The younger dipped his head down, letting his full body weight go. With his face buried in his hyung’s tits and his hands grabbing at his hips, he picked up a quick pace. Every thrust was executed with purpose and excitement.

Yoongi couldn’t help but scream. No matter how many times they fucked, Jimin seemed to get more intense every time. His hands snaked down the younger’s back until he found what he wanted. Digging his nails in, Yoongi groped Jimin’s ass as encouragement. Jimin yelped and whined in pleasure and in pain. His favorite combination.

“Right there~! fuck, puppy~!” Yoongi wailed, tears beginning to form in his eyes, “There~! Yeah~!”

“Ruff~! Ruff~!” Jimin barked against his skin. His mouth found Yoongi’s neck again, licking and kissing every bit of skin he could reach as he barked in pleasure.

“Good boy~!” Yoongi yelped, holding onto Jimin tighter. If that was even possible. “Ah~! Jimin~!”

He was about to say something else when he was cut off. His breath left his lungs all at once as his body tensed. The only sound that could be heard with Jimin’s whines and the bell on his collar as he fucked his hyung through the most intense orgasm of his life. As it raked through his body, Yoongi caught his breath, but only just enough to free the tears from his eyes as he wailed.

Jimin sounded like an actual rabid animal as he continued, chasing after his own orgasm. Yoongi’s feet flailed helplessly in the air as he clawed at Jimin’s back, leaving marks the members would most definitely tease them for later. With one final bark and a rather harsh thrust, Jimin’s hips stilled, flush against Yoongi’s. The boy whined and panted as his hips jerked on their own as he came deep inside his hyung.

“Good boy~ Good boy~” Yoongi praised over and over again, petting Jimin’s hair. He locked his feet together behind his back to keep him from pulling out and hugged him close to his chest.

“Hyung~” Jimin whimpered against his neck,

“Shh~” Yoongi cooed, “it’s okay, hyung’s got you~”

“Love you,” Jimin whispered shyly, making Yoongi almost tear up again.

“I love you, too, puppy,”

Jimin wagged his “tail” again and nuzzled against Yoongi neck, making the older laugh again. Yoongi lifted Jimin’s head to cup his cheeks, “Let’s go clean up now. Does puppy wanna take a bath?”

“Rrruuff!!” Jimin barked excitedly, wiggling happily again, “Ruff!”

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