yoongi's glasses make you so horny that he stops working to eat your pussy on his desk, fogs up the lenses and lets you cum all over them... ruining you completely.
PAIRING. bf dom!yoongi x gf sub!femreader
GENRE. established relationship, slice of life, domestic and cozy vibes, romance, smut, fluff
WARNINGS/TAGS. 18+, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), reader gets turned on from his glasses, sexual fantasies, glasses kink, makeout and kisses, cunnilingus, pussy eating, fingering, desk sex, face sitting, cum play and swallowing, multiple orgasms, slight breast and nipple play, tongue fucking, dirty talk and praise kink, overstimulation, slight edging, clit stimulation, ass groping, one spank, grinding on glasses and orgasming onto it, sweet aftercare, they're just so in love w each other
WC. 4.6k
A/N. i had to write this quickly because yoongi with glasses has been driving me crazy 😩 especially after the recent mv! i couldn't stop thinking about him so enjoy reading this, my nasty babes <33
「 MASTERLIST 」
your boyfriend yoongi had been working for several hours on his laptop, finishing his latest track.
he sat on the big chair, all focused on the screen in front of him.
a half finished black coffee beside him that you'd brought him an hour ago.
his posture was relaxed but still in an intensely concentrated manner that always made your heart skip a beat.
he was wearing a hoodie only, his dark hair fell messily over his forehead and every so often he would absentmindedly push his new thin rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.
the gesture was so simple yet it made your legs squeeze together.
you had been curled up on the small couch in the corner of his studio for what felt like hours now, he brought that couch especially for you only so he could have you in his space while he works.
he doesn’t like having you away from him for even a second.
there was a forgotten book open on your lap as your eyes kept drifting away from the pages and towards him.
the way the glow from the monitors reflected on his glasses, his brows furrowing in focus which made his already cat like eyes sharper.
it made him look effortlessly authoritative and intelligent, also attractive in a way that made your cheeks turn pink.
he started wearing glasses a few weeks ago and you had openly admitted to him how much the glasses affected you.
“they look really good on you yoongi... like, so sexy.” you had confessed the first night.
he had simply smirked and adjusted them with one finger, no doubt feeling pride at the observation and his girl's approval.
“noted. i'll keep that in mind.”
and he had.
ever since whenever he slipped them on for work, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.
a need that didn’t go away with every passing minute you spent watching him.
the longer you sat there stealing glances the more your clit throbbed insistently, your nipples hardening under your tank top and you could feel your panties get soaked clinging to your folds.
you don’t like to wear much when you're at home anyways so you're just wearing a tiny black tank top with no bra and panties only.
yoongi preferred you like this.
you shifted on the couch, twirling a strand of your hair and read one single sentence several times in your book.
you’ve been trying to behave but you can't focus on anything else.
finally when you couldn’t hold back any longer, you stood up slowly feeling your stomach flutter from nervousness.
you walked to his desk and stood beside him, yoongi didn’t immediately turn his head away from the screen but you noticed the way he tilted his head and the slight curve of his lips that told you he had been very aware of you the entire time.
“yoongi…”
you called out but your voice came out more breathy than you intended as you took in his clean male scent.
“hmm?”
he responded as his free hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing along the side of your bare thigh, stroking it making you shiver.
his voice was always so deep that sometimes that was all you needed to hear to get horny.
you could never get enough of his voice.
“what's up baby? you’ve been squirming over there for a while now.”
he was almost amused still typing something on his keyboard as if he could read every single dirty thought running through your mind without even needing to look at you fully.
you swallowed hard as your finger twisted the edge of your panty.
“i… i know you've been working for a while and i can't stop looking at you in those glasses.”
you let out in a rush shyly but don’t admit how crazy it has been driving you as you look at him with half lidded eyes.
a chuckle rumbled out of him as he spun his chair around to face you properly, one of his eyebrows arched.
he scanned your face and then went down taking in the way your curves are right there for him to stare at, barely clothed in anything.
“yeah? you really like them that much huh?”
he never thought you'd get this worked up from watching him work as he leaned back slightly in his chair, spreading his legs a little wider in invitation.
the silver rings on his fingers were visible to you as he rested one hand on his thigh.
“i do… a lot.” you whispered.
biting down on your lower lip as your pussy clenched emptily.
“you look so… dominant like this.”
his gaze darkened noticeably behind his glasses as the word “dominant” left your lips.
“such a good girl for admitting it...” he praised and you let out a shaky breath.
“since you're so distracted by my glasses and can't seem to sit still… maybe i should give you a much closer look and take care of you while i keep my glasses on, you like this idea?”
his other hand adjusted his glasses with that same middle finger push you loved so much and this time he did it almost cockily.
“yes..” you moaned softly.
“come here mama.”
he patted his thigh once with his palm gesturing to where he wants you without words.
you moved between his spread legs without a second thought but instead of simply sitting on his lap, you leaned down first capturing his lips for a quick kiss without being able to help yourself.
he deepens the kiss immediately as his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair possessively.
you mewled into his mouth as you tasted the coffee he had been sipping earlier along with the unique taste he always has as his tongue brushed against yours, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance.
“yoongi... your work—” you started, glancing at the open laptop.
when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, both of your breaths mingling together.
“work can wait a little while.. my baby needs my attention right now which is more important.” he lets out roughly.
he had no heart to ignore that pretty pussy which was calling for him.
he was aware of it.
he picks you up until your feet dangle above the ground making you gasp at the way he always manhandles you effortlessly, his hand between your armpits as he settles you over the very edge of his large desk.
your heart pounded at the feeling of your warm thighs settling over the wooden desk.
papers and a notebook shifted under your weight and the mouse slid a bit as your hip brushed against it but yoongi didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
he rolled his chair forward until he was positioned perfectly between your now spread things.
“spread your legs wider for me sweet girl, let me see you...”
you obeyed, your breathing already coming out faster in anticipation as you watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drag them down your legs before he tossed them carelessly aside onto the floor somewhere beside him.
“mmph.”
you let out a whimper as the studio air hits your now exposed cunt, your glistening folds visible to him.
“look at this pretty pussy.”
he murmured reverently with appreciation as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over your mound making you pant in excitement.
“so fucking wet and swollen for me... you're dripping all over my desk already and i haven't even touched you properly mm?”
his filthy words made your cheeks turn redder as you nodded, unable to deny how desperately aroused you felt.
“yes... it's all because of you and those glasses.” you croaked out shamelessly.
no longer having the restraint to keep your feelings hidden.
“i've been aching for hours.”
a coy look takes place in his face as he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, each one making your skin tingle also leaving remnants of his saliva as you writhe.
his free hand rested on your other thigh thumb rubbing teasing circles that inched ever closer to your center without quite reaching it while he kept his eyes on you, a grin on his lips from your reaction.
when his mouth hovered directly over your twitching clit that was so engorged it had escaped from its hood, he paused there just letting his breath brush against it.
knowing it makes you a little mad.
he could never get enough of having you in this state and all open for him so he always takes his time, having the privilege of being your man which he can never fully believe.
he's always thankful for having you so he never misses any opportunity to worship you.
“yoongi... please don't tease me too much.”
you begged as your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
“shh i got you baby. i'm gonna take my time with this little pussy because you deserve it.”
he whispered against you and then without further warning, his tongue which has always been incredibly skilled since the beginning of your relationship like it has a mind of its own, knew how to move in the exact way to please you.
it knew you better than yourself.
he dragged a long stripe from your dripping entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit.
“uh—ahh fuck yoongi... that feels so good.” you cried out.
your head tilts back with parted lips and he hums in approval which travels straight to your core making your walls flutter around nothing.
“mhmm you taste so fucking perfect baby... so ready for my mouth always.”
he can never get enough of the amount of honey you produce for him, he holds your plump folds apart to see more dribbles of your creamy mess leaking one by one.
“shitt.” he cursed in a dreamy sign from the way your pussy responds to him.
his tongue explored every inch of you slowly, circling your clit with quick flicks and then capturing the bud between his lips before releasing it with a wet pop and flicking it with his tongue and then sucking again.
“oh god..” you whined.
he can probably spend an entire day playing with your clit with his tongue and fingers like it's a little button.
one of his hands slid upwards under your flimsy top to cup a breast and roll the hardened nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to double the sensations for you.
“mm... ah...”
your moans grew louder not being able to stop yourself as one of your hands fisted his hair while your legs kept his head trapped between your thighs.
“keep making those pretty noises for me… yeah… let me hear exactly how much you love my tongue on you.”
your body responds automatically as your hips rock subtly against his face.
“uh… uh… uh… yoongi your tongue feels—”
your words get interrupted with a sequel as another particularly skillful flick of his tongue lands on your clit making your back arch almost entirely off the table.
he looks up at you never stopping his mouth, drinking in your expressions as the wet noises and your whimpers of satisfaction fill the room obscenely.
it was so erotic.
and suddenly everything felt hot from the way both of you started sweating.
yoongi continued focusing on your clit using the pointed top of his tongue for a more targeted stimulation, knowing how much you love it.
like the perfectionist he was, he changed his motions based on your reactions.
you fisted one of his work sheets, unknowingly crumbling it which he didn't mind because he started eating you out even faster.
his fingers eventually joined the assault too, two digits probing your slit circling the slick opening before finally pushing inside your tight cunt in one thrust and you were so wet that he slipped even deeper on his own.
“ohh!”
you let out a surprised sob at the sudden stretch even though he's fingered you over a hundred times now but still now the feeling of his long fingers took your breath away.
his fingers immediately curled in that spongy spot deep inside you.
“fuuuuck yess right there! gosh yoongi, your fingers… it feels s-so good!”
you cried out loudly which sounded so much louder in the room as your pussy clenched on him once again.
the combination of his tongue on your clit and the way he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you has you murmuring nonsense into your hand.
you gripped the table so hard, your knuckles turned white.
sclick. sclick. sclick.
your pussy makes pornographic noises from the amount of arousal you keep on making and it is coating his hand now too, also dripping on the desk beneath you.
he groaned against your pussy, pulling away for a bit to talk but still with his mouth pressed against your labia.
“that's my good girl… so tight and greedy..”
a quiet overwhelmed scream left you when he added a third finger stretching you to your limits, increasing the pace just enough to push you to the edge without letting you tip over yet.
his glasses were starting to fog up from the heat and his own labored breaths.
the sight of it only heightened the moment for you.
“yoongi your glasses… they're getting all foggy from me.”
you panted between desperate moans as you watched him continue devouring you.
“ugh i can'tt.”
you whined as he kept on thrusting, scissoring his fingers while rubbing that soft spot deep inside your pussy like he's inspecting you on the inside.
he lifted his gaze to meet yours and you could see the lust in his eyes even though they were partially hidden behind the clouded lenses.
“yeah that's good isn't it? means i'm eating this pussy exactly right. you like seeing me like this? all foggy because of how wet and hot you are for me?”
he encourages you further with his murmurs against you as his fingers curl harder and faster now, directly sucking onto your clit as if he wants something to come out of it.
you couldn't take it anymore.
you were losing your mind.
from his words, every thrust, every suck, from his whole presence alone.
“i'm so close ahh please don't stop yoongi! i'm gonna cum so hard..”
tears welled in your eyes as your entire body tensed with the impending release.
“not yet mama. hold it just a little longer for me.”
he growled against your folds, slowing his movements for a few seconds to keep you teetering right on the edge and to keep you crying for a bit more.
then he sped up again relentlessly, three fingers thrusting deep and fast while also using his nose to grind up straight between your folds.
that's it. it happened like that.
your whole body seized and shook as the orgasm crashed over you and you crumble more of his papers on the desk and even making some files fall but you were too deep in it to notice.
“yoongi shitt i'm—i'm cumming! ahhuh yes yes oh god!” you let out a choked scream.
your cunt clenched around his fingers, fluttering weakly as gushes dripped down his hand and messily pooled on his desk.
your moans turned into cries as you clamped his head tighter between your legs and you tried to stop yourself, scared that you'd suffocate him but he grunted lowly holding you closer, which signaled how much he loved to be crushed by you.
he kept on licking and fingering slowly through the aftershocks until you were pushing his head away while letting out murmurs dumbly.
when the peak finally began to ebb leaving you breathing heavily, did yoongi slowly withdraw his fingers.
a snarl escaping him as he sat back in his chair with his chest heaving.
he held the glossy fingers up proudly and he sucked them clean while looking at you with hooded eyes, his tongue working around as you whimpered.
his glasses were completely fogged up now.
the only thing that was missing was his glasses soaked with your essence… it was one of your dirty fantasies.
and you wanted to do it.
even though you felt boneless from cumming as your body twitches with renewed interest.
you looked down at him through your post orgasmic haziness, still trying to catch your breath.
“yoongi...” you cooed almost.
“can i… can i cum on your glasses this time? i wanna rub myself all over them and make an even bigger mess… please.” you breathe out.
even in your ears, it sounded so naughty.
his eyes widened for a bit before a slow smirk took place on his lips, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip slowly where there were still remnants of your release.
he pushed his chair back slightly to give you space as he gripped your thighs.
“you want that baby?”
you nod eagerly with flushed cheeks.
“please...”
he lets out a hoarse laugh, closing his eyes for a bit before fixing it on your face.
“god what am i supposed to do with this dirty girl huh?” he says so adoringly that it makes you feel giddy on the inside.
“come here then use my glasses however you want. soak me, grind your cum all over the lenses... whatever you want mama.”
he helped you slide off the desk on still shaky legs and straddle his lap.
your breasts rises and falls at his words and the way he always treats all your needs as if they were his own, always exploring whatever the other wants with no judgment.
because both of you were just as filthy and downbad for each other.
that's why people say you both just fit so well.
you shuddered when your sensitive pussy hovered just above his obvious bulge that held his rock hard cock.
but he was so focused on you and making you feel good to even notice that.
instead of making you sink down on him, he placed an arm under your butt and picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist as he carried you to the couch before he settled down on it first.
he tilts his head back just enough, holding your hips steady as he looks up at you expectantly.
“go on pretty baby, rub that slutty pussy right on my glasses… mm i wanna feel every bit of it.”
the command makes your legs squeeze together as you look down at him with parted lips, your hair framing your face.
he crooks a finger in your direction so you'd come and sit right on his face.
“don't make me ask twice y/n.”
you shivered at him calling your name, he only does that when he is in his serious and strict mood.
it always makes you weak in the knees.
you didn't waste time and lowered yourself carefully until your slick folds made direct contact with his glasses.
the glass against your already overheated clit created an entirely new and different feeling.
“oh... gosh gahh yoongi... it feels weird… but so good.”
you moaned sharply, your legs settling firmly on either side of his face as he gripped your ass cheeks parting them for better access.
your hips begin to rock on their own experimentally smearing your arousal across his frame, making the glasses even more opaque as your release began to run down the sides.
he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he watched you with feral eyes.
“that's it… just like that… you're doing so well… does it feel good having my lenses rubbing against your clit hmm?”
he asked with genuine curiosity as your whines grew louder and more shakier, even you couldn't fathom that you could make such wanton noises.
“yess nghh... i-it feels amazing… knowing it's your glasses makes it so much better uh...”
he lets out an animal growl at your words, another one of his favorite things during moments of intimacy is your honesty.
your hips shuddered because you're already sensitive from the orgasm you had just a few minutes ago so it made you a little weak as your hands dug into his chest grabbing the fabric of his hoodie.
he kneaded your ass and landed a sharp spank, making you sob as he helped guide your movements up and down when he realized you're slowing down.
it was so lewd.
like you're nothing but just a sex doll and you're releasing so much liquid that it didn't take much effort, too, you were slippery enough to glide all over his glasses.
you were swimming in pleasure.
you selfishly wanted more and everything all at once.
“more… more… please more…”
“keep going mama... cum whenever you want to… make a fucking mess.” he urged.
he whispers praises for you as your tongue lolls out in ecstasy, sweat forming on your forehead as he rubs your back soothingly while your clit is getting all the unique frictions from the edge of his glass.
it felt too much like you wanted to escape from it, yet want more and more.
you yelped as you saw a bit of your arousal land on his eyelid.
“oh no! i'm sorry i'll—”
he stilled you with one hard grip on your waist as he glared up at you.
“don't you dare stop, it doesn't matter… you're not stopping.” he rasps out.
a tear streams down your face in pleasure when his tongue comes out to catch a droplet of you.
“b-but i don't want you getting hurt.. it's going to get inside your eyes.”
“continue.”
that's all he said, just that single word in his strict voice.
you knew he wasn't going to listen otherwise so your hips moved on their own.
you let out breathless cries as he guided you to move faster, your hips quivering so much you thought they'd give out.
“i can't i can't, oh god oh god, fuckk going to, going to cum.. c-cum—!” you hiccuped.
“do it, cum hard for me… come on.”
he demanded as his tongue lapped up at you in the most delicious way.
the second orgasm hits you suddenly that you had to grip the couch to steady yourself as spurts and spurts of your essence left you, hitting him all over the face.
you felt so guilty, but you couldn't stop yourself as it soaked his lips and glasses and all over.
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!”
you cried out repeatedly, hips grinding through the climax until your body had no more energy and he guided you slowly until your forehead rested against his.
both of you breathing heavily.
after several long moments of shared breathing, yoongi removed the thoroughly ruined glasses from his face which were completely glistening with cum.
thoroughly ruined and marked.
now that the high has left you, you let out a mortified whimper at how nasty you've been and hide your face on his chest making him chuckle lowly.
he sets them aside and wraps both of his arms around you, pulling you closer into his chest.
“damn baby... you really did a number on them didn't you?”
he rubbed loving patterns on your back and you laughed breathlessly, still riding the feeling from multiple orgasms.
“sorry... not sorry.”
you got carried away and you knew it but couldn't help it.
it isn't your fault that he was so hot.
he nuzzled his face on your neck planting kisses along your cheeks and throat as you did the same to him, tasting your own release there even though he didn't attempt to wipe you off him.
he liked having you get him all messy on him.
he titled your chin up with his finger to capture your lips in a slow kiss that allowed you to taste yourself more intimately as you both groan together from it.
your hearts beating hard together and so damn connected.
“don't ever apologize for getting needy like that for me, i love it when you lose control because of something as simple as my glasses you got it?”
he looks straight into your eyes so he makes sure you're getting each of his words.
“it means i'm doing my job right.”
he grumbles against your mouth and you let out a happy sound.
he never fails to make you feel so adored and desired.
after a few more minutes of just cuddling and talking about silly stuff basking in each other and the smell of sex, did yoongi's attention finally land on the laptop screen that was still glowing with the work he had to eventually return to.
even though he'd love to spend time with you instead, take you to bed and fuck you right up and he was aching inside his jeans.
he wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and make you wait.
making you impatient always brings out the best outcome and he also wanted to finish all his work before he could concentrate on you fully.
after a while he helped you off his lap making you pout but it soon melts away when he helps you put on the fluffy pink blanket over your legs after wiping you clean gently with tissues and even his face in the process.
your panties were too ruined for you to wear them again and he wanted you bare underneath.
he adjusted your top so you felt comfortable again, he then picked you up with the blanket wrapped around you like a roll of burrito and settled you over his lap on the chair.
he didn't want you away from him.
he gave you that lazy knowing smile, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“think i can get back to work now? or are you gonna distract me again?”
he teased, thumbing your cheek while his other hand moved for the mouse.
“hmm... depends.”
you pretend to think as you settle against his chest with a contented sigh, feeling all comfy with him.
“maybe... but no promises after i clean those glasses for you to wear them again… i might need another closer look later.” you say cheekily.
he laughs hoarsely and shakes his head.
“such a brat huh? but i wouldn't have you any other way.”
the rest of the afternoon went on like that with your eyes half open, focusing on his work that you barely understood while he gave you touches occasionally.
sometimes leaning down to kiss any part of your exposed skin until you almost purred like a kitten being petted.
this was what he lived for.
you all wrapped in him while he did his tasks, just happy to have you there and he couldn't be anywhere else in the world.
he was the luckiest man alive.
“i love you lot baby, you know that?”
you let out a small breath and cupped his cheek, placing a kiss on his nose making his eyes close with a smile.
“i know… but i love you more.”
he opened his eyes with a mocking glare.
“impossible.”
his hand brushed on the ticklish side of your stomach, making you giggle and squirm.
and you knew in your heart without any of his words spoken because his eyes spoke.
promising that the night was far from over.
that he was gonna give you all the attention you want afterward.
Your little sister finds it odd how you've been taking private lessons from her piano teacher for over a month now, but she hasn't heard you actually play even once...
🎹 Pairing: pianoteacher/pianist!yoongi x reader
🎹 Word Count: 5.5k
🎹 Rating: 18+
🎹 Genre: Friends with benefits to lovers, piano teacher/pianist au, smut, fluff, minor drama/angst
🎹 Warnings: Y/N is lying to her younger sister, explicit language, we love secretly hooking up with our sister's hot piano teacher 🤩, making out, biting/marking, Yoongi has some dom tendencies, groping, there's an actual piano lesson and it's wholesome until it's not™️, Yoongi plays his sabotage card 😈, explicit sexual content, lots of teasing/taunting, rubbing, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating/feeding, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, scratching, brief handjob, unprotected sex (pls be safe), sex on top of Yoongi's first love (the piano 👀), it's fluffy and wholesome at the end, Y/N lets Yoongi keep her underwear, really the only drama/angst is because they're hooking up in secret oof
A/N: Funny how I forget this man owns me until I see him again and then it's painfully clear 🥹 This was inspired by and spiraled into this™️ after the YTC concert this weekend. It felt really good to be inspired and motivated to write something again, so I really hope you enjoy this if you decide to check it out 🥰 Thank you as always for your patience and kindness and support I purple you always 💜
Masterlist
“Okay, Faith, I’m heading out.” you called out as you made your way towards the front door, “Should be back in an hour or so.”
Your fifteen-year-old sister, seated at the kitchen table, looked up from her phone, “You know, I really just don’t understand why you don’t just sign up for one of his classes. I know he offers them specifically for adults. It’d probably be way cheaper than whatever you’re paying for all these private lessons.”
You laughed at her remark, trying your best not to let your nerves show.
“I told you, I don’t feel comfortable playing in front of other people. Too much pressure, and too many pairs of eyes on you. Having one person there makes me nervous enough.”
Your little sister stared back at you, seeming to search your face for some answer to whatever she was looking for.
“Yeah, but, Y/N, you won’t even play in front of me. And I’m your sister. You’d think after six weeks worth of lessons, you’d at least be able to do that. Wouldn’t it be cool for us to be able to play something together sometime?”
You felt a twinge of guilt pierce you at her words and the look on her face. You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as you wracked your brain for a response that would satisfy her.
“Tell you what, Faith. I’ll ask Yoo-I mean Mr. Min to teach me one of the pieces you guys are working on in class, and we’ll try to play together soon. Sound good?” you proposed, hoping it would suffice for now.
Faith’s expression shifted, and you were grateful to see that she didn’t look nearly as upset.
“Yeah, okay, sounds good. Have a good lesson.” she said with a small smile before turning back to her phone.
You waited to let out your sigh of relief until you were on the other side of the door. Well that had been fucking close.
Your anxiety only grew more heightened as you pulled up to the familiar condo. No longer feelings of guilt, but of excitement and anticipation. You felt yourself walk a little too fast up to the door, finger immediately reaching out to push the doorbell. You held your breath as you always did when the door was being swung open. And then there he was.
It was truly unfair how hot he looked today and every time you saw him. He had a plain white tee tucked into a pair of high waisted black pants, a single silver chain hanging from his neck. His long, dark, gorgeous locks cascaded down either side of his handsome face. Every single part of you was buzzing.
“And here I was starting to think that maybe you were going to stand me up for our lesson.” he greeted you, eyes giving you a very obvious once over.
Heat washed over you.
“You know I would never.” you voiced, a hint of playfulness in your tone, “I need the practice, and you and I both know it.”
An amused smirk took over his features, “You know I’m always more than happy to oblige a student in need. Please, come in, and we can get started.”
You sauntered past him and into the condo, feeling his gaze on you all the while. No sooner had he closed the door behind you, than you were being pushed up against it, Yoongi hastily crashing his lips against your own. You matched his urgency as your mouths moved together, and your hands slid up into his midnight strands.
He was always more worked up, more rough, anytime you were late. Anytime you had kept him waiting. Today was no exception as he practically swallowed you, his fingers surely making imprints across the skin of your hips from how hard he was pushing you against the door.
His teeth nipped harshly at your lips as his tongue tangled messily with yours. That wild look you had come to know all too well over the past six weeks was present in his dark eyes when he suddenly pulled back from you.
“Well, shit.” you rasped, laughing slightly, “I missed you too.”
Yoongi’s response was to begin hungrily kissing down your neck, and you sighed out as you held him against you.
“You were all I could think about all fucking day.” he murmured as his lips seared against your skin.
“Mmm, you might’ve crossed my mind a time or two.” you teased back, and Yoongi growled against your neck before sinking his teeth into you.
You cried out, your head falling back against the door. He pushed one of his legs between yours and pressed his thigh against you, making you let out a whimper as his tongue simultaneously soothed the spot on your neck. His leg pressed harder and you gasped sharply, “You really wanna be a brat today? After you were already late? Think carefully about your decision, darling.”
It probably wouldn’t be the best idea to be honest. And you knew you would struggle to come up with a reason to explain to Faith why you couldn’t walk the next day…
“No…no. I’ll be good, Yoongi.”
He kissed you just behind your ear, hot breath hitting your skin, “Smart girl. Looks like I’ve been teaching you something these last several weeks after all.”
He immediately went back to sucking color into your neck as his fingers slipped beneath your sun dress and began trailing up the inside of your thigh. His other hand roughly pulled down the strap of your dress to expose your shoulder and some of your chest. Your mind was starting to go fuzzy. The way it always did when you were with Yoongi. But the mention of his teaching reminded you of your promise to Faith.
“Yoongi.” you tried, but it came out as a moan from the way his teeth scraped against your collarbone.
His free hand groped at your breast over your clothes while his fingers started to dip between your thighs. It wouldn’t be long before you would be lost in your pleasure. Lost in him.
“Yoongi, wait.”
You’d actually managed to find your voice this time, and Yoongi was immediately pulling back to look at you as his hand retreated out from underneath your dress.
“Darling, what is it?” he queried, concern briefly flashing across his handsome features.
“It’s just…it’s my sister.”
Yoongi’s eyes went wide, “Wait, does Faith know about us?”
“No, no.” you reassured him quickly, “At least I don’t think she does. But, she is starting to wonder why after six weeks of lessons that she hasn’t heard me play. Like, at all.”
You watched as Yoongi processed this information, and marveled at how cute his thinking face was. You desperately wanted to be kissing him again, but it would have to wait for now.
“So, what you’re saying is, that you think our weekly “piano lessons” should actually be used for piano lessons?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I mean, we can definitely still have sex. But I do think I should at least start becoming more familiar with the piano if we wanna keep this under wraps like we have been.” you explained further, looping your arms around Yoongi’s neck as you talked.
His hands came to rest on your hips once again, “You know, darling, I think I have the perfect solution.”
This time you lifted your eyebrows at him. You knew he was fucking with you, but you still decided to ask anyway.
“Oh, and what solution is that?”
Yoongi gripped you harder, making your dress bunch up slightly in his hold.
“I could fuck you on my piano. That would definitely help you become more familiar with it.” he mused, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
You rubbed your thighs together before you could stop yourself, and Yoongi, of course, noticed immediately. You quickly tried to defuse the rapidly mounting tension.
“Yoon, I’m serious about this. It’s really important to my sister, and at least this way what I’m telling her won’t be a complete lie. Just teach me some of the basics so I have something to show from all these “lessons”. Pleeeeeeease Yoonie.” you pleaded sweetly, and the piano teacher revealed his gums when he smiled at you.
“Alright, alright. You’re right, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea. And if anyone’s gonna teach you, it should be me.” he relented before taking both of your hands and leading you over to one of the many pianos he had in his luxurious condo.
This particular one was displayed right by his wall of glass windows. Sunlight filtered through the panes and fell on the inviting instrument. Yoongi gestured for you to take a seat on the bench, and you let out a slightly nervous giggle before sitting down. You only missed his warmth for a second before he was right next to you, hip bumping against yours.
His fingers hovered over the keys with such a natural grace, and all you could do was stare at him in awe for a moment. He belonged here. That was clear as day. He positioned his foot on the pedal below, closed his eyes, and began to play. The notes were soft and delicate, as was his touch against the keys.
He looked so beautiful like this, and you felt your breath catch in your chest. It was as if he and the instrument were one and the same, sharing the same soul. He was lost in it, and the music was lost in him. Out of everything you and Yoongi had done since the two of you had started hooking up, this, this, felt the most intimate.
You were overcome with the sudden realization that you were starting to fall in love with him, and nothing had ever scared you more in your entire life. Yoongi’s eyes suddenly fluttered open, and you weren’t prepared for the calm intensity in them when he turned to you. Without taking his hands off the keys, he leaned over and gently brought his lips to yours.
You felt yourself flush furiously because this was a different kind of kiss. Not the kind that had heat surging through you and craving more, more, more. The kind that made your heart stutter in your chest and sent every part of you fluttering. A kiss that made you think that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to fall for you too.
The two of you broke apart, but the closeness remained.
“I don’t know if I ever told you,” Yoongi began softly, warm breath hitting your lips, “but the piano was actually my first love.”
He grew shy suddenly, cheeks heating at the admission as his hands froze over the keys. He had really shown you something so precious. Something that was at the very core of who he was. All you could think about was how honored and lucky you felt that he had chosen to share it with you.
You smiled warmly at him, “Well, then, I’m honored to meet her. Thank you for sharing this with me. You really play so beautifully.”
He blushed deeper, and his gums poked out when he grinned bashfully back at you. The moment felt as delicate as the notes he’d just been pulling from the piano. You found yourself wanting to stay in it for as long as possible. But then Yoongi suddenly cleared his throat and brushed his hands nervously over his pants.
“Okay, your turn now.”
“You really expect me to follow that up?” you questioned back, the nerves beginning to settle over you once more.
Yoongi chuckled, the sound dancing in his eyes, “Of course not. I’m just gonna show you some basic scales.”
You playfully bumped his shoulder with your own.
“Show off.” you remarked teasingly.
“Don’t act like I didn’t just woo the fuck out of you with my piano skills.” he quipped back, flashing you a cocky smirk.
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, betraying you.
“Okay, fine. Consider me wooed. I guess you can court me now or whatever. After our lesson of course.” you reminded him, and Yoongi swept his hand over the top of the keyboard as if to say “All yours”.
As promised, Yoongi taught you some of the basic scales. It was honestly so hard to concentrate though because there was something so sexy about when he went into teacher mode. Especially once he covered your hands with his own to guide them over the keys. Your brain just went completely blank anytime his hands were on you.
“You know, you could always just join one of my classes. If you wanted to.” he voiced as he helped maneuver your hands.
“Yeaaaaah, something tells me I wouldn’t be able to learn very much. I’d be too distracted by the hot teacher.” you replied cheekily.
Yoongi’s grip on your hands tightened briefly, and you smirked to yourself. But then he switched to teasingly trailing his fingers over your hands and up your arms and back down again, sending shivers through you with his phantom touch.
“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate either.” he started, his mouth right next to your ear, “There’d only be one thing I’d want to have my hands on…and it wouldn’t be the piano.”
He pulled your ear between his teeth, and you squirmed next to him on the bench. His lips traveled along the length of your jaw, warm and hungry. You sighed out as you leaned into his touch, “Well I feel properly educated for the day. You were a great teacher.”
He hummed, and his mouth vibrated over your throat.
“Mmm, I want you to play the C major scale I showed you before we finish up our lesson for today.”
You pouted even though he couldn’t see it.
“Yoonieeee.” you whined, his teeth grazing your skin in response.
“Play the scale, and then we can start our real lesson.”
You hesitantly raised your fingers over the keys, trying to remember what he had literally just taught you. You pressed down on the first few keys, feeling a tiny victory at the familiar sound. You felt a little more confident going forward now. Until Yoongi sabotaged you by sliding one of his hands over your shoulder and down the front of your dress. He squeezed your breast, and you cried out as your finger struck the wrong key.
“Yoongi.” you scolded him, but he paid you no mind as he continued to knead your soft flesh and bruise your skin with his harsh mouth.
His thumb flicked over your nipple, and you jerked on the bench.
“Start again.” he said simply.
Fuck. This was going to be impossible.
Your hands were shaking this time as you positioned them back over the keys. You willed all your concentration and focus to be on playing the right keys in the scale, and not on Yoongi’s other hand, which was now starting to slip under your dress. You held your breath, making it about halfway through before your hands slammed down on the piano from the feeling of his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.
“How in the fuck do you expect me to do this?” you demanded in frustration, your body beginning to tremble slightly.
His long digits glided through your folds, teasing you, and your hands curled into fists against your knees.
“Focus. Start again. Play the scale.” he pressed, the words searing against the skin of your shoulder.
Maybe if you just got through the scale as fast as possible. You discovered, however, that when your speed increased, so did the speed of Yoongi’s fingers as they rubbed over your aching core. Your head had nearly slammed down into the keys. You whimpered and started again, slower this time. Yoongi immediately slowed down with you. It took all of your strength and willpower to block him out, but soon you had reached the second to last note in the scale. You prepared to play the final note, but suddenly shot up from the bench when one of Yoongi’s fingers pushed inside of you, “Yoongi, fuck!”
He used his free hand to push you back down and hold you in place before inserting a second digit, making you writhe on the bench.
“Again. You almost had it that time.” he taunted you, and you could see his wicked smirk out of the corner of your eye.
He opted for just watching you this time as you started the scale again, but his hand didn’t cease its movements between your legs. His fingers plunged inside of you, crooking and twisting in a way that was nothing short of sinful. You had reached the last few notes again, you were so close. Yoongi’s thumb brushed over your neglected clit, and you yanked your hands down to your lap to keep from playing a wrong key as you nearly let out a sob.
“Oh, darling, you’re so close. Finish it.”
Your hands were shaking so violently now, but you still somehow managed to play the last few keys without any more errors. All the built up tension and pressure had you releasing all over Yoongi’s fingers as soon as your hands left the keys, and he hissed next to you.
Your body was still trembling in his hold, and you panted heavily as you struggled to regain your senses. Yoongi reached out with his clean hand to pull the cover back over the keys before withdrawing his other one from between your thighs. His coated fingers were slipping past your lips a moment later and pressing down on your tongue. You were still feeling hazy, but you sucked them clean without needing to be asked, Yoongi humming in approval.
He stood up from the bench a moment later, and reached down to lift you up and perch you on top of the piano, your head still spinning. His hands slid up your thighs, fingers digging in slightly. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee before slowly moving higher, the feeling of his wicked tongue making you grip onto the sides of the piano.
His fingers twisted into your waistband before pulling your panties down your legs and setting them on the bench next to him. Yoongi pushed your dress up to your hips to expose your dripping cunt, and his eyes blew out at the sight. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, and you could see the desire, the hunger, pulsing through him. You clenched around nothing.
“Lay back for me, darling.” he instructed calmly.
Your heartbeat was deafening as your back met the wood underneath you. You let out a yelp when Yoongi wrapped his arms around your thighs and yanked you to the edge of the piano.
“Fuck. You have no idea how much I’ve been dying to taste you again.” he rasped out, and your fingers scratched against the wood.
He dove right in and started cleaning up your release, your back arching off of the piano as you gasped sharply. Yoongi ate you out messily, his grunts permeating the air while his face was buried in your cunt. The things he could do with his mouth, his tongue, had to be some kind of artform. A skill he had finely tuned much like his talent for the piano.
Your hands reached down to tangle in his long, fluffy hair as his tongue fucked into you. His nose kept bumping against your clit, making your nails scrape over his scalp.
“Oh my god, Yoongi.”
One of his hands snaked its way up your writhing body to roughly grab at your breast. Your body twisted on the wood when you felt his mouth suddenly envelop your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck. Fuck! Yoongi!” you cried out as he vigorously sucked at your clit, tongue flicking over the bud in quick strokes.
He always made you come undone with his mouth faster than anyone ever had, and today was no exception as you felt your high speeding towards you. His fingers dug into your skin harshly as he continued to eat your cunt like he was starving for you. You pulled hard against his dark strands, and Yoongi growled before grazing your clit with his teeth. Your desperate, breathy moans filled the air as you practically convulsed on top of the piano.
“Close…Yoon…” you panted out.
“Come for me, darling.” Yoongi coaxed, voice husky and dark, “Wanna feel you on my tongue.”
He nipped at your bud again, and you sobbed his name as you fell to pieces. Yoongi kept devouring your cunt until you were shivering in overstimulation and whimpering feebly. You felt him finally surface, and it took all your strength to even lift up your head to look at him.
His breathing was ragged, hair wild, chestnut irises nearly black, and his lips glistened with your release. You moaned softly as you watched his tongue swipe across his mouth to finish cleaning you off of his face. He looked absolutely wasted off of you.
“Always so fucking delicious. Could stay buried in your sweet little cunt all day.” he remarked, and you were caught off guard by how fucked out he sounded.
“I think I would die if you did.” you offered back weakly, making Yoongi laugh, his gums peeking out adorably.
“Alright, darling, watch out. I’m coming up there.” he said, and in your post orgasm haze you really thought he was joking.
But within a few swift movements, he had hoisted himself up and was hovering over your shocked figure.
“Wait, are you… You’re, you’re actually gonna fuck me on your piano?” you asked incredulously as you blinked up at him.
Yoongi shifted so you could feel just how hard he was as he brushed against you, “Wanna know a secret? It’s actually always been a fantasy of mine.”
You let out a small gasp as his admission washed over you.
“You mean, you’ve never done this? With anyone? Like ever?” you questioned further, genuinely feeling dumbfounded.
“Never.” Yoongi answered, flashing you a shy smile, “What do you say, darling? You wanna be my first?”
Your heart constricted in your chest at his choice of words. The fact that he wanted to share this first with you. That you would be the one to fulfill this fantasy for him. Warmth spread over your entire body.
“Yoongi Min, I would be honored to take your piano virginity.” you tried to say as seriously as you could manage, but as soon as Yoongi started chuckling, so did you.
“Please, taking you on my piano is my honor.” he voiced thoughtfully before leaning down to kiss you.
You immediately came to life beneath him, your hands finding their familiar home in his hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he devoured your mouth. Growing impatient, you made a grab for his pants. Yoongi smirked into the kiss as his hands joined yours to help free him from the confines of his clothes. He sat up momentarily to slip his white tee over his head and sweep his messy locks back from his face, top half bare except for the silver chain laying against his skin.
You shamelessly ogled his broad chest and defined muscles, your eyes trailing down his body to his achingly hard cock that bounced back up against his stomach.
“God,” you whispered as you reached for him, “you are so fucking hot.”
Yoongi flushed at the compliment, letting out a hiss when your eager hand wrapped around him a moment later.
“Like it’s seriously unfair.” you whined as you began giving him a few teasing pumps, and Yoongi groaned beautifully in response.
“What’s unfair is how unbelievably sexy you look right now. Fucked out on top of my piano, just waiting to be stuffed full of cock. Begging to be aren’t you, darling?”
God, he was so fucking hot when he was cocky. You needed him so bad, there was no point in delaying things any further. You released your hold on him and stretched your arms out above your head, inviting him with your eyes, “Do your worst, piano man.”
“Oh, I am going to wreck you.” he growled out before descending on you, and you let out a squeal as his body pressed down on you.
He intertwined his hands with your own, keeping them pinned above your head as his tip prodded at your entrance. He gave them a tight squeeze as he began pushing further past your walls, both of you moaning out at the sensation of feeling him inside you again. You arched into him at the stretch, and Yoongi placed a kiss on your shoulder.
“Always so tight, darling, fucking hell. You take my cock so well. Love fucking you open like this, feels so good.”
You preened at his praise, your head shooting up suddenly to connect your lips. Yoongi groaned into your mouth, finally bottoming out inside of you. Your legs came up to wrap around his waist as you kissed him furiously. Yoongi squeezed against your intertwined hands while he slowly drew back out before slamming all the back in with a harsh thrust that knocked all the air from your lungs. He quickly created a rhythm, driving his cock between your walls in swift, but powerful movements, your body sliding further up the piano with each stroke.
“Fuck…Yoongi.” you moaned brokenly as you lost the energy to keep kissing him.
He breathed hot air into your mouth as he continued fucking the life out of you. You held each other’s hands so tight it hurt, but it also served as an anchor to this moment and to each other. Yoongi grunted, hips snapping roughly with every thrust. Your head was starting to go fuzzy again, and you knew you wouldn’t last super long after he’d already pulled two orgasms from you today.
Yoongi released your hands suddenly, his fingers immediately snaking into your hair, tangling and pulling at the strands. Your hands latched onto his broad shoulders, and dug into his skin as he reached the deepest part of you again and again. Yoongi let out a snarl, “Fuck. You gonna scratch me up again today? Love when you leave your mark on me. A reminder of just how good I fuck you. Isn’t that right, darling?”
But you were beyond words, only able to respond with moans and whimpers as you clenched around him.
“Your perfect little cunt is squeezing me so tight, shit. You gonna come for me again, darling?”
Tears blurred your vision. Everything felt too good. Yoongi felt too good. His cock dragged inside of you at an agonizing pace, making you feel every inch of him. You bit down hard on Yoongi’s shoulder as your nails raked down his back, pulling a string of moans from him in response.
You felt one of his hands leave your hair and trail down the length of your body. His fingers strummed across your aching clit, and you let out a scream as everything inside of you snapped. Yoongi swore loudly as you came all over his cock, and he began fucking you with renewed vigor. You just held onto him for dear life, body shuddering, as he chased his own high.
He fisted your hair tightly in his free hand, groaning and panting as he continued rutting into you. His other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, like he was holding onto you for dear life too. His thrusts began to stutter, and he leaned down to clumsily kiss you.
“Ah,” he moaned against your lips, “ah fuck.”
He twitched inside of you, and then he was coating your walls with his own release. Yoongi practically collapsed on top of you, his hair tickling your face as the two of you fought to catch your breath.
“Well…your fantasy…was it everything…you’d dreamed of?” you managed to ask, threading one of your hands through his fluffy locks.
You felt Yoongi smile against you, and your heart skipped in your chest.
“More…it was more. Reality topped fantasy…hands down. You topped fantasy.”
Your face warmed at his words, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi.
“I mean, technically…I actually bottomed fantasy.” you quipped back, and he nipped your neck in response, making you giggle wildly.
“Brat. I was trying to be sincere with you. I really like you, Y/N. And I hope we don’t always have to be a secret. I know you’re worried about everything with Faith, and I get it. But, at the risk of putting myself out there and sounding like an idiot, I want the day to come when I can be your boyfriend, and not just your little sister’s piano teacher that you fuck once a week. I want something real with you, and I want things to be okay between me, you, and Faith. Now would be a good time to tell me to shut up and stop wishing for a fantasy. That this is just sex, and that’s it. Just please, say something.”
You felt frozen beneath him, your tongue heavy in your mouth. One wrong word could shatter all of this. Or the right words, the true words, could be the start of something real and beautiful like Yoongi had said. He was laying so close to your heart, and the way it was rapidly pounding would probably end up giving you away anyway. He had taken the leap for you, and to you, Yoongi was more than worth the jump.
“Yoongi I, I’m falling for you. And it terrifies the hell out of me, but it also makes me feel excited, and hopeful. Being with you these last several weeks…it’s the best I’ve felt in a really long time. There definitely would have to be a conversation with Faith first, but I really want this, us, to be something real too. It’s not just sex for me anymore, and I don’t think it has been for awhile. I get butterflies when I think about seeing you. Not just fucking you. But seeing you and getting to be with you, even if it’s only for little bits at a time. Any time I can get is worth it to me, cause you’re worth it to me.”
You waited anxiously for his response, which came in the form of him covering your lips with his own, his hands coming up to cradle your face. It felt like the kiss at the piano earlier, only more sure, more confident. It was like you could feel everything that he felt for you, and you kissed him back, hoping that he could feel the same.
The two of you laid there for some time, just lazily tangled up in each other and in the fragile moment. Yoongi groaned loudly when you finally spoke up and mentioned that you should probably be heading back before Faith started to worry. He had the cutest pout on his face as he climbed down from the piano before holding out his hand to help guide you back to the floor.
“I can’t wait until you can finally just stay, and I can fall asleep next to you.” he voiced softly as he straightened his pants and retrieved his white tee from the floor.
“Me too.” you agreed, pushing up on your toes to kiss his cheek, and Yoongi immediately blushed.
“Hey, do you think I could hold onto this?” you added, gesturing at the shirt in his hands.
He gave you a gummy smile, “That’s not really keeping things a secret now is it, darling?”
“I’ll be careful with it. It’d just be nice to have a little piece of you with me.” you told him sweetly.
“Alright, it’s yours.” he said, tossing the shirt to you, “Can I keep these then? As something to remember you by.”
He bent down to pick up your panties from the floor and raised a mischievous eyebrow at you.
“Yoongi!” you exclaimed in shock, your cheeks burning.
“I’m kidding! Well, kind of.”
He flashed you a cheeky little smirk, and you shook your head at him, laughing.
“Well, if I just so happen to leave here without them, then I guess that really can’t be helped now can it?”
Yoongi hummed before stuffing the garment into his pocket.
“Yeah, guess not.” he agreed nonchalantly.
You felt your face heat once more, and you briefly turned your gaze to the piano, Yoongi’s eyes following yours.
“Shit!” he cursed suddenly, and worry immediately overtook you.
“What’s wrong?”
“It just occurred to me that I’ll never be able to play at this piano again without getting hard.”
You busted out laughing because you definitely had not been expecting that answer.
“Well, then, I guess you’ll just have to fuck me on every piano you own so that this one doesn’t feel singled out.” you quipped back as you gave him a knowing look.
Yoongi’s eyes were darkening immediately, “I think you better text your sister and let her know today’s lesson is running a little late.”
You grinned wickedly back at him, rising to the challenge.
Kinks: Switching, red lipstick, kissing, body worship, nippleplay, erotic photography, praise, tears, finger sucking, sexy possessiveness, marking, tattoos & piercings, black leather jackets, rough & passionate sex on the sofa, she rides him, overstimulation (m.receiving), creampie, squirting, the aftercare :(, the sexual tension in this is making me weak, also Jungkook is wet from being in the rain because that deserves a warning
Wordcount: 6.6k
a/n: i want him, need him, crave him. i also wanna state that this story controlled me, i will not apologize for the utter feralness however. enjoy besties ❤
“Kiss me.”
You are on your way home after a date at the cinema. The sky is crying cold rain and the small bus stop barely shields your bodies. The sun has set a long time ago, the wet streets reflect the millions of city lights. Red, greens, whites, oranges and blues. The most beautiful paintings are engraved on the streets, destined to disappear once the world dries up again.
“Kiss me”, Jungkook whispers, eyes glued to your lips and hands on your waist. He is standing by your side, resting his forehead against your temple.
You ignore him not because you want to, but because you feel way too shy to initiate his request. You are never that touchy in public.
“Please kiss me”, he begs, drawing closer until his lips brush against your cheek. They feel warm on your cold skin, forcing a shiver to run down your spine.
“The bus’s coming in two minutes”, you tell him.
“So kiss me in that time”, he says, pulling you closer by twisting a bundle of your coat.
You are so affected by him. If you weren’t still in public, you would have already given in. You have no idea why exactly he was as clingy as he was right now, but you won’t question him. You are so obsessed when he is like this.
“Let’s wait a little”, you say.
“How long?” Jungkook breathes, gazing at your lips. You are wearing red lipstick tonight and it’s been driving him insane. You look so beautiful with red lips.
“Until we’re home.”
“But that’s in twenty minutes.”
“You can do it.”
“No, I can’t.”
You turn your head.
He chases you instantly, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.
୨୧ — Gojo's hands shake like he's eighteen again, gripping your hips with white knuckled desperation, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" his vocabulary reduced to caveman like grunts when you're under him like this, years of experience apparently meaning jack shit when your legs wrap around his waist.
He's all stuttering rhythm and graceless hunger, like he forgot how bodies work. One second he's jackhammering into you with supernatural speed, the next he's frozen completely, forehead pressed to your collarbone, panting like he just ran a marathon because your warmth threatens to undo him entirely... "Jesus, you’re…" He breaks off with a choked laugh, hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, been too long since I- shit, do that thing again. With your tongue again, please. Right there."
His demand is adorably needy, punctuated by a sharp, sloppy thrust as you scrape your teeth against the tendon of his neck, just how he likes it~.
Everything about his technique is pure chaos. No finesse, just raw need and that stupid boyish grin even when he's buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick.
When you arch beneath him, a low moan tearing from your throat, your cunt clamps down hard around his cock. It’s a vice grip, a sudden, violent spasms that rippled through your entire body… Satoru’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. And for a moment, he forgets his name, yours, and any word that isn’t an expletive as you completely come undone.
It’s not just a flutter, not just a wetness, but a gush. Hot, sudden. A flood of your release soaking his entire cock, his balls, the thick thatch of white hair at his base. It rushes out of you in thick, uncontrollable waves, splattering onto his sheets beneath your ass with an audible wet splssh. The sound is obscene. Juices slicking his length, dripping down him, making his thrusts messy- obscenely wet.
"Did you just-? His voice is thick with pure awe, breathless. The stupid grin returns as he drives into that soaked cunt of yours, feeling the slick mess coating him. "Whoa! Youre like a little Squirtle." The ridiculous Pokémon joke tumbles out mid thrust… He’s so fucking pleased with himself, he almost fumbles his rhythm entirely,"Get it? 'Cause you just squir—"
"Satoru, I swear to God-" you gasp, but the protest is cut off as he angles his hips sharply, burying himself impossibly deeper.
"Yeah, yeah, less talking, more-"
The new angle hits that spongy spot inside you dead on, hard. A choked cry rips from you, followed instantly by another gush, soaking him further, the sheets beneath you now a dark, soaked circle.
But there’s something beautiful about how he fucks when he's like this- like he's afraid you'll disappear- like if he doesn't fill you up immediately you'll change your mind. Like he wants to leave a piece of himself with you, so you won't forget him.
BFB! (MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER) ⋆.𐙚 ̊. huening kai
♪ best friend’s brother — victorious
IN WHICH your roommate (and best friend)’s older brother comes to visit, interfering with your personal space and your feelings — but sneaking around isnt easy in a shared apartment PART 1 / 2
# bestfriendsbrother!huening kai x sistersbestfriend(fem)!reader
text au crack oneshot
WARNINGS suggestive (references to/implied sex) , kys jokes , swearing , mentions of drinking , really bad humour probably
NOTES hope this was fun and silly . i love u hyuka 💗 like i said this has full fic potential ….. just lmk
𓋰 Kai is just so cute ── you can't help but be a little mean...
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀nerd!휴닝카이 x bully!reader (f) bullying shy!kai reader is a little very nasty kinda perv!kai meandom!reader hair pulling humiliation kink she spits his cum back onto his face blowjob not proofread
nerd!휴닝카이 who ogles you in class, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets as he stares at you. bottom lip trapped between his teeth, pen gripped loosely in one hand, he's all but focusing on the lecture, completely in trance by the sight of you reapplying that sparkly gloss to your lips.
nerd!휴닝카이 who trails aimlessly behind you in the halls, still keep a respectable distance as to not raise any questions. but you notice, how could you not? he was being so painfully obvious. "hey, perv!" you whirl around, a sneer already plastered onto your face and kai stumbles to a halt.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"fuck are you looking at?"
he can't answer that, obviously, because how could he explain that he'd been following you to catch a glimpse of your ass in the short skirt you wear? his ears glow a bright pink when you approach, his gaze dropping to his feet to avoid your scrutinizing glare. you scoff, smacking your sticky lips together as you roll your eyes, "weirdo."
nerd!휴닝카이 who offers to do your homework for you. any means to get closer to you. and you let him with a shrug, dumping your textbooks into his lap before walking away, hips swaying dangerously with each step you take. kai brings the books to his nose, trying to catch your scent on them in vain.
nerd!휴닝카이 stalks you on social media, phone in one hand, cock in the other — he jerks himself off roughly, swallowing down the pathetic whines building in his throat. he swipes through picture after picture, innocent ones of you holding puppies, suggestive ones of you pushing your cleavage toward the camera — those always makes him cum right away.
nerd!휴닝카이 who follows you like a lost puppy, your finished homework in his arms as he tries to give it to you. but you're ignoring him? he's walked behind you like a shadow for ten minutes now, trying to grab your attention and failing each time. you're leading him down vacant hallways, finally slipping inside a small storage unit — and kai goes after you without question.
nerd!휴닝카이 doesn't understand why you're so upset. doesn't understand why you're shoving him up against the wall roughly and jabbing a finger in his face. "who the fuck do you think you are to approach me in front of everyone like that? you fucking loser." you seethe, and kai's cock jumps in his pants at the crude words.
nerd!휴닝카이 can't help but get so turned on by the way you talk to him, each insult sends heat straight to his groin and he has to reach a hand down to subtly try to adjust himself. but you notice, because of course you do. eyebrows shooting high on your forehead, the confusion lasts only a moment before your expression morphs into a sinister one.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"the hell? are you hard right now?"
that only makes him whine as he nods weakly, glancing toward the closed door like he was planning a quick escape route. but you won't let him off the hook that easily. the books are shoved to the floor as you take a step closer, breath so close that it mixes with his own.
nerd!휴닝카이 practically melts when you first kiss him, lips parting to allow your tongue inside his mouth without thinking twice. you're mean, biting on his lip harshly, pulling a pained gasp from his throat as he tries to pull back — only to be stopped by your fingers in his hair — tugging hard.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"pathetic bitch, you wanted this all along? is that why you wanted to help me? hoping I'd suck your tiny dick?"
kai wants to tell you no, wants to shake his head and deny the blunt accusation, but he can't. his cock throbs in his pants, hips jerking forward helplessly when your fingers hover above the zipper. you scoff, pulling away from his lips, now smeared with your sparkly gloss, "fine, have it your way."
nerd!휴닝카이 nearly sees stars when you take him in your mouth. the storage room is dark but he can still make out your face, peering up at him through the shadows where you kneel on the floor. your skirt has ridden up your thighs, exposing more of the skin he'd been so desperate to see all this time.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you got a real tiny dick y'know?"
your lips are still stretched wide around him, tears glistening in your eyes when you force him deeper. "you barely reach the back of my throat." for a moment he can almost believe it, and the thought alone sends a shudder through him as he chokes on a moan, hips thrusting deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag around him.
"fuck, are you trying to kill me? you loser, can't even stay still for a blowjob." and kai nods helplessly, hands grabbing at your shoulders hard enough to bruise. his eyes are squeezed shut, jaw slack as he lets himself by shamelessly loud, not caring who might hear him.
nerd!휴닝카이 cums embarrassingly fast, cock twitching on your tongue before forcing his load down your throat with a whine. you don't swallow, and when you pull off you rise to your feet only to spit his release back into his face.
nerd!휴닝카이 moans at the feeling of his own arousal dripping down his chin, eyes bleary when they find yours. he doesn't move to wipe himself clean, doesn't even bother tucking his soft cock back into his pants as he stares at you with a lopsided grin. you only roll your eyes, already reapplying the gloss across your lips.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"tell anyone about this and you're dead, you hear that, perv?"
then you head out of the storage unit, slamming the door shut behind you and leaving kai a spent, blissed out mess. his gaze flickers down to the books you had forgotten to bring with you, and he scrambles to gather his bearings — then he's rushing after you a second time that day.
˚⟡˖you and your best friend soobin are watching anime together, when a sexual plays on the screen. Soobin can't help but reach for the pillow and you clench your thighs, best friends are meant to help each other, right?˚⟡˖
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ mutual masturbation, dirty talk, inexperienced soobin and reader, trying bodily fluids?, mentions of JJK possible spoilers if you've never seen it, soobin uses your pussy slick as lube
WC: 1036 -- m.list
The night was innocent, the same routine that you and Soobin always went through. You alternated houses, this week just so happened to be Soobin's week to host your Friday night anime night.
The 2 of you were cuddled up on his bed, your friendship was one full of affection so cuddles weren't abnormal between the 2 of you. A bowl of snacks discarded by the foot of the bed, an intense fight scene flashing across the screen.
"Can we watch something else? This is too violent," You whisper, the sight of nanami having his arm blown off was making you feel a bit queasy.
"Mhm how about a romance?" His words are innocent, not a bad thought behind them. You hum in response, always a bit of a lover of a sappy K-drama.
The drama drones on in the background, your head resting on Soobin's chest as he plays with your hair. "You know when you lay on me and wear my clothes you look extra pretty," Soobin mumbles, he always got a bit flirty when he was tired, his non existent filter dropping even more.
You blush, your finger pausing in its path of tracing a heart onto Soobin's abdomen. "Really? Well, I think you look extra good when you wear your glasses," You hum, tilting your head up so you could watch his cheeks turn pink.
Soobin looks away, the tips of his ears red as he shoos you away, he never liked when you flirted back, it was always so much more fun when he was teasing you. "S-shut up y/n," he gently shoves you, which causes you to let out a soft laugh.
The two of you fall into a slow conversation, teasing comments and hands roaming each other bodies in a way which was far too intimate for just friends.
Soobin opens his mouth to talk but a loud moan from the TV cuts him off, both of you snapping your necks in the direction. The drama had very much turned into a full on porno, both characters naked and basically eating each others faces.
Soobin reaches over for a pillow, pressing it into his crotch whilst you just sit and stare, watching how roughly the man was squeezing her boobs. You cup your own breasts, mimicking the actions yet it feels slightly painful. "How does that even feel good," you look at Soobin with furrowed eyebrows.
His large hands move from his lap, coming up to cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through your shirt. You gasp, eyes widening at the feeling before Soobin squeezes roughly, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make your pussy throb.
"I think, it's like that," His own eyebrows furrow in concentration, looking at the tv screen to try recreate what they were doing on you. He shuffles, pressing the pillow further into his lap to try hide his boner, pulling you into his side.
"That looks good," You point at the way the two actors are kissing, one of the girls hands sliding into the mans pants. The ache in between your legs only starts to grow more and more.
"Should we try?"
Soobin's words hang in the air, tension so thick a knife could cut through it. You blink at him a few times before nodding, sitting up and turning to face him.
"Yeah," You nod, leaning slightly as Soobin met you in the middle, lips meeting in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. Teeth class and nose bumps but it's a damn good first kiss.
You tangle your hand's in Soobin's hair, one of your eyes fluttering open to see what was happening on the TV screen so you could copy it. Soobin's tongue is tracing along the seam of your lips and every thing the drama was playing seemed irrelevant.
"It hurts," Soobin whimpers as he pulls away from the kiss, looking at his hard cock. The pillow had been discarded to the side the second you started kissing.
"I'm so wet," you reach down into your panties, running a finger along your folds to capture your arousal. Soobin can't help but lean forward and suck your finger clean when you pull it out.
You lean back against the pillows, "Should, we you know, touch ourselves? It's not weird, we're best friends right?" You're already tugging down your shorts and panties, exposing your wet heat to the cool room.
Soobin nods, pulling his own sweatpants and underwear down to show his hard cock, a bead of precum running down from the pink tip. He hisses, hand already starting to move up and down the thick length.
"Your pussy's so pretty," He groans, eyes not leaving the sight of your pussy, the way your arousal was starting to drip onto the sheets, how you used your fingers to spread your lips to show him your pink insides.
"Your cock's pretty too, so big," You whine, hips bucking up into your own touch, head falling back onto Soobin's chest. You reach for his cock, gathering some of his precum on your thumb and sucking it clean.
"You look so hot, squeeze your tits," Soobin hand ends up between your thighs, 2 fingers running down your slit to collecting your arousal before rubbing it all over his cock and using it as lube.
He watches the way your small hand squeezed your breast, the soft fat spewing out between your fingers. The way your lips parted into a soft o, fingers speeding up on your clit. He matched the time of his wrist with yours, hips bucking up into his fist.
"I think I'm gonna cum," You whimper, eyes squeezing shut, "It feels so good, I wish you were touching me," words are just leaving your mouth, unable to think before you speak.
"Cum, please, cum with me, I'm so close," Soobin pants, leaning down to connect your mouths in a messy kiss, hips tilting to the side as he groans into the kiss, cum spewing all over your stomach.
You moan loudly into the kiss, teeth accidentally biting his bottom lip as you reach your peak, legs squeezing shut and your chest heaving.
"We should watch romance more,"
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this was a request but my tumblr is being a prick so I cant reply to the message </3
Please tag your fics with "x fem!reader" oh my God it's such a boner killer every time I'm reading and suddenly! Holy shit! I didn't know my man tits were so well supported! And By golly this kilt is so fashionable don't cha' know!
This also pisses me off for the gender non conforming crowd, like PLEASE PPL JUST TAG PROPERLY. I BEG.
If you're pov is that of a women who is fem presenting, tell us in the tags or the warnings.
Oh and if it mentions complimenting a skin tone by comparing it to porcelain? Yeah, tag that too. "This pov is that of a pale person!" Ty, you just made it so much less awkward for ppl who are POC and/or darker skinned.
Promise I’m not complaining about this, but I’d love it if more people wrote Jack Abbot as a little pathetic for some pussy. Not necessarily submissive though Jack can be submissive at times, but just needy and desperate to be touched after such a long dry spell. One of my favorite genres in fanfic is when you’re dealing with a male character that’s capable and a bit rough around the edges who’s also deeply touch deprived and too insecure or even scared to admit they want to be touched by someone who cares about them and wants them just as badly.
Jack Abbot is capable, dependable, can clearly hold his own and doesn’t mind taking care of others, I mean it’s his job duh. He’s good at his job, good with his hands, knows how to talk to people and has enough empathy & emotional intelligence despite his trauma to not be some closed off asshole. He’s also a lover, jaded from his past experiences in the military & from losing his wife and becoming a widow. He’s also disabled, and chances are he’s had to learn how to manage to exist in his body after all of these changes and understand his limits. He’s so interesting to me, and that’s why I want him to be a whimpering mess in the bedroom.
I’m talking getting teary eyed and damn near begging just to taste you properly, biting his lip so hard he rips his own skin to keep himself from moaning out too loud when you do something he likes, mumbling in the side of your neck about how good you feel around his cock cause it’s been a while since he’s been in an intimate setting with anyone else. The funny thing is, Jack is also a good lay, sex with him is good, and that makes this idea so much better.
It’s not even from shame, Jack’s been through too much to live the rest of his life in shame anyway. But, the reaction of finally being touched with care and consideration outside of a medical or transactional perspective comes from so much built up tension in Jack’s body that he’s overcome from his own desire and his orgasms really are such an intense release for him his whole body shakes and he’ll cry just a bit.
SUMMARY: Text messages between you and your infuriatingly handsome coworker who is nothing but persistent!!!
DISCLAIMERS: Hi txtblr. it’s me again. please take beomgyu ok thank u. strictly smau!!!!! bookstore coworkers, lots of flirting fluff YAYYYY, happy ending okay !
💌 mika’s message HIIII BEOMGYU. OKAY BYE. this somehow took me forever idk. please if u hated this can u act like it was good anyways? thanks sm.
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