My Little Monster Pt. 3
(A/N: Thank you to everyone who's read any part of this fic! It was meant to only be a one shot and now this is my 4th piece with the same plot. Feedback is appreciated! I intended it to end on halloween but idk there might be more to be explored....)
Prequel. Part One. Part Two. Masterlist.
With trained eyes, you stared at Yoongi, hyperfocused on the way his fingers looked as he typed away at his computer, trying to finish his work for the week. He had that look of concentration on his face you liked so much, his tongue caught between his teeth, sticking out slightly as he nodded his head along to whatever he was listening to in his headphones.
Your fevered eyes traced over the sharpness of his eyebrows, furrowed in complete focus. You dragged your eyes down to his neck, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly, shoulders rolling underneath his t-shirt. You knew that if he looked at you, he'd be able to tell what you wanted.
He'd be able to tell that you were really fucking hungry.
But he was working, so it was like you didn't exist at the moment. You sighed lightly, trying to remember what the book you had read this morning said about this sort of thing. Relationships needed boundaries- you had to respect Yoongi if he said he had work to do. You had been doing a lot of that, reading stupid books written by stupid humans about human relationships. It was ridiculous, following advice from words on a page. Unfortunately, you're a stupid demon who still had trouble understanding emotions- you could use all the help you could get.
So for now, you'd appreciate him from afar, scanning the way his shirt pulled taunt over his muscles. Yoongi had gotten buffer in the two years since you had first met him- he said it was to keep him from getting fat from all of the food you made him, but whatever- you liked the feeling of his body under yours either way. By now, you had become somewhat of a chef. It was fun, you felt like a witch brewing potions and it let you take care of Yoongi the way he always took care of you. You continued your perusal of him, the contours of his body, the slope of his waist, the way his pants outlined his soft thighs closely. You knew him well enough to recognize the soft material of those, knowing that he preferred not to wear underwear under them because it felt better.
Better for him, better for you.
You shifted in your place on the bed, feeling oddly jealous of an article of clothing for a moment. You felt your throat dry up and wondered why he hadn't even looked at you in the past twenty minutes. You were sitting right there- wanting him. You felt angry suddenly, annoyed that he wasn't paying attention to you.
"Yoongi," You barked, frowning.
He didn't hear you because of his headphones, so you repeated yourself in a harsher tone, louder this time. Yoongi raised his eyebrows obliviously, not tearing his eyes away from his screen. Your frown only deepened, even more annoyed at this point.
"Pay attention to me!" You whined, scooting closer to him so that you were sitting back on your feet, fists banging against your knees childishly.
He shoved his headphones off of one ear and rubbed his eyes tiredly, still staring at his screen, "Pet, I'm working- give me ten minutes."
"I might die in the next ten minutes," You said dramatically, flopping to the side. Your arm was outstretched beneath you, like a damsel in distress. "I'm hungry."
Yoongi finally looked at you, a slight expression of concern on his face. He scanned your figure, lingering on the swell of your hips for a moment before narrowing his eyes, meeting your gaze straight on.
"Wait," He ordered, tone sharp. The look on his face said he was serious, but you didn't really care at the moment. You wiggled your hips slightly, wanting friction against your thighs. Yoongi sent you a warning glance before looking back to his computer screen, "Don't be a brat."
You huffed an annoyed breath of air out, sitting up at once. You looked around the room, Yoongi already refocused on his work. Yoongi was stubborn, he had proven that time and time again. It was so extremely irritating how he wouldn't just do what you wanted him to do- he was the only person in the world with the ability to stand up to you. You stared at him now, wanting his hands off of that keyboard and around your neck instead. You knew that as much as he annoyed you for it, you secretly liked that he didn't give into your whims so easily.
You always enjoyed a challenge. Plus, Yoongi was just so fun to mess with- it had been a running theme in your relationship. Over the two years you had been together, Yoongi had grown to appreciate your unorthodox personality, feeling comfortable enough to show you his own brand of weirdness. The books you read said this was good- a sign of a healthy relationship.
You sunk to the ground, crawling over to where he was working across the room, and planted yourself by his side, laying your head on his thigh. You hugged around his calf and pushed yourself up against it, warm burning into your skin. He looked down at you and sighed, lifting a hand from his computer and sinking it into your hair instead, rubbing soft circles into your scalp.
"I'm sorry- just ten minutes, I promise." He said softly, "I know you're hungry."
You peered up at him with wide eyes, liking the way his hand slid to caress your cheek. He flickered his eyes from his computer back to you, conflicted on what to focus on at the moment. You made the decision for him, guiding his hand to your lips and flicking your tongue out to lick it, running your wet muscle along his pointer finger before taking it fully into your mouth, sucking hard. Yoongi's eyes narrowed, shaking his head in astonishment.
"What did I tell you?" He warned.
You released him with a 'pop', smiling innocently up at him, "If you're not gonna play with me, can I borrow your hand at least? You can work with just one, right? This one can be mine?" You asked innocently. "I can do a lot with one hand- oh the places you'll go."
"You need to stop reading random books without knowing the context behind them," Yoongi mumbled, watching you nibble on his finger. He inhaled sharply, shifting his hand so his thumb was at your mouth before thrusting in roughly, pushing down on your tongue and using the rest of his large hand to grip your chin. He leaned down towards you, face directly in front of yours. "Get on the bed, brat."
He released you quickly, chuckling when you squealed in excitement and moved to climb on the soft comforter. You weren't going fast enough for him because Yoongi hoisted you in the air with one arm underneath you and dumped you on the bed. You landed softly on the fluffy sheets, smiling up at him.
"You seriously have to work on your patience," He reprimanded, shutting his laptop quickly.
"I am patient- when I'm not hungry." You pointed out, dragging a hand down your body. You pushed down on your nipple, thankful that you're not wearing a bra underneath the thin material of your shirt. You pulled it off effortlessly, not wanting to be hidden from him.
"Fine, if you're so needy for me," He sighed, "Spread your legs."
You didn't spend too much time before doing as he said, skirting down your ribcage until you could splay your hand on your stomach, pressing down on the flesh there before your fingertips grazed the waistband of your underwear. Yoongi watched you with hooded eyes, standing in front of you with one knee on the bed.
You watched him the entire time, liking the way his eyes were trained on your body, stuck on the way you fondled yourself over your panties. He snapped his eyes up to yours and you dipped your hand into your underwear, running a soft touch through your wet folds.
"I'm really wet for you," You informed plainly, pressing the pad of your middle finger into your clit, warm and sensitive. You circled it lightly, teasing yourself as Yoongi crept closer.
"Yeah? You wanna show me?"
You nodded slightly, lifting your hips as he tugged your underwear off quickly, sinking your fingers into your pussy at the same time. You whined, mouth dry and in need of contact from Yoongi. You watched his hands throw your underwear somewhere on the ground, tracing the collar of his shirt before pulling it off. You wanted those hands on you, pumping two fingers into yourself and imagining they were his instead. You angled your hand better so that you could press against your walls, fingertips unable to reach as far as you knew your boyfriend's could.
"It doesn't look like you need me at all," Yoongi commented, "You have this covered, why don't I just go back to working, huh?"
"No!" You cried, pulling your hand away from your cunt harshly and grabbing him by the waistband of his pants, pulling him between your legs. He laughed cockily at your desperation, letting you whine his name out as you peppered kisses whatever part of him you could reach. "I need you- please, just touch me?"
Your back arched as you felt his hand come down on your pussy, slapping your core, fingertips snapping against your clit. You gasped, pushing your face against his skin. He spanked your pussy two more times, feeling yourself get wetter every time the pain radiated through your body. He stared down at your pussy, jaw slack as he ran his fingers through the folds soothingly, getting his fingers nice and wet. He furrowed his brow, now completely focused on you as he collected the dripping wetness running down you, trying to commit the vision to memory.
"Be a good little girl then," He insisted, two fingers circling your entrance but never fully pushing in. "You know I love you, right? Know that I'll always take care of you?"
"Y-Yeah," You nodded eagerly.
"Then why don't you believe me when I say I'll give you what you need after ten minutes of work?" He frowned, suddenly pinching your clit. You gasped, withering underneath him and gripping him by the shoulders to anchor yourself. His voice was firm but gentle, eyes locked on your face searchingly.
You said nothing, looking up at him nervously. Emotions weren't easy for you, communication was even harder. You hadn't read the chapter on it yet, maybe in a couple weeks, you'd be better.
"We'll work on it," He said patiently- Yoongi was always so patient with you. It was all soft words and kind understanding. He was perfect- a complete angel who had fallen in love with a demon.
Yoongi sighed and lamented, pushing two fingers into you and adding a third a moment later, not wanting to waste time. The stretch burned, your tight pussy doing its best to accommodate the sudden intrusion. You felt the pad of his thumb press against your clit, rubbing gently. Your thighs trembled, angling your hips up so he had better access. There was a snake winding its way around your body, piping hot and constricting around you the faster he pumped his fingers in and out. You felt lust fill your mouth, sweet sugary cotton candy on your tongue mixed with the deeper affection Yoongi held for you, love pouring over your body and tasting like wine. You stuttered his name as a warning, wanting him closer- wanting him more.
Yoongi stretched your legs impossibly open, pushing his own knees against your thighs to hold them open as your pussy clenched around him. He groaned, feeling your muscles tighten around him, watching as wet clear signs of your arousal leaked out around his fingers as he thrusted his fingers in you. He liked it, the effect he had on you. He liked when you were this desperate, this openly gone for him.
The other girls he had been with before weren't like you- of course, they were human, but none of them were as honest as you. You weren't afraid to want him so badly, weren't afraid to go to the ends of the earth to be the perfect girlfriend for him. You loved him, endlessly. He was determined to show you the same devotion, wanting you to know that when he said ten minutes- it was because he got so distracted by you, he needed to put boundaries on himself so he didn't get lost in you.
"I'm gonna cum," You moaned, snapping him out of his thought process. Yoongi nodded sharply, curling his fingers and hitting the spot in you he knew all too well by now, watching the way your mouth flew open in response. You gasped in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut, rolling your hips against him. True, unfiltered lust. That's what you looked like to him, so pure.
He was definitely already lost in you.
Yoongi waited until you floated down from your orgasm, pulling his fingers out of you slowly and sucking on them obscenely. You watched him with hungry eyes, hair fanned out around you angelically. He knew you were a demon, knew you were capable of dark things- but why did you look like the most innocent little pet, laying there beneath him.
"Flip over," He said sharply, spanking the side of your thigh suddenly. You jumped in surprise and let him manhandle you onto all fours, feeling his large palm knead your ass before pulling back and watching the flesh jiggle. He slapped both cheeks once before pulling one side back, spitting on your exposed center. You moaned, trying to stay upright.
"Brat likes getting spanked?" He noticed, voice quiet and absentminded, all too focused on the way your pussy looked under the dim lighting, glistening lips and flushed red under his touch.
You hummed in agreement, wiggling your ass back as an invitation, "Maybe you can do that more? One day soon?"
"That sounds nice," He agreed quietly, nodding his head although you couldn't see him.
"Maybe you could..." You trailed off, your own voice sounding shy. "Maybe you could slap my pussy again too? Not today- too hungry, maybe, soon?"
You could only get to two orgasms without the room spinning normally, Yoongi overwhelming your system. You didn't say it, but you had already started to feel a little out of it, feeling particularly sensitive to his touch. Cum dripped from your pussy, seeping onto your thighs and making you feel even more exposed.
"Anything you want, baby. Fucking love this pussy," Yoongi gritted out. "Fucking love you, even if you act like a needy little slut sometimes."
"I'm sorry," You moaned out, feeling him lick from your clit to your honeyed hole.
"'s okay," He slurred, "You're my slut."
"Your pet," You corrected, smiling when you head Yoongi laugh, smile pressing into your skin. The name was a running joke but you had grown to like it, only when you two were alone, only when you felt like you were his, completely.
He sucked your clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue over and over, making you forget everything except for him. He used his tongue to reduce you to a molten mess, hips bucking back onto his face as he thrusted his tongue into you like it was his cock, picking up a quick rhythm. His tongue alternated between soft, broad strokes, and sharp pointed thrusts, confusing your body and sending it into haywire. You fisted the sheets beneath your hands, struggling to keep yourself upright as he ate you out from behind.
His saliva was only making you wetter, pulling back to blow cold air on you. The change in temperature felt delicious, offering a short respite from the intensity Yoongi always gave. You mewled, clenching around air as he watched you spasm, lifting a hand and pushing two fingers into your pussy again. You moaned out, his tongue tracing around his fingers and pushing into your clit. You felt his thumb press over your ass- a fairly unexplored region for the pair of you.
"Yoongi," You warned, gasping out.
"It's fine-" He snapped, scissoring his fingers in your pussy and twisting his wrist. "I won't push you too hard. One day, you should let me play with your ass, though. Such a fucking tight little hole."
You didn't even know you were close, but between his fingers in you, his tongue playing with your folds, and the thumb rubbing circles around your ass- you came without warning. Your nervous system felt like it set on fire, feeling a heat spread from where Yoongi touched you to the rest of your body. For the second time and much too quickly after, you cried out his name and came against his face, your vision blacking out for a moment. Yoongi ate you out relentlessly, gripping your hip with a bruising hold in one hand as you grinded against him.
"This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me to touch you?" He asked and you could almost see the cocky look on his face. Your arms gave out underneath you and you fell face first into the comforter, your hips still held up by Yoongi. He paused, pulling back when he noticed you trying to catch your breath, chest heaving.
"Hey, are you done?" He asked quietly, caressing your back. His hot hand felt good there, pressing down on your spine.
"No," You said quickly, your voice sounding light and far away. "Put your dick in me."
"Are you sure?" He asked, pushing you over with one finger so you were laying on your side, looking up at him softly. You made grabby hands towards him and he smiled, leaning over you to kiss you.
The angle was awkward but you didn't care, craning your neck up to place your lips on his. You kissed him slowly, promising him that you were fine wordlessly. You felt the mattress dip by your head slightly where he flattened a palm to hold himself up, caging you in. His lips pushed against yours, soft breath washing over you and sending a chill down your spine. Kissing Yoongi was your favorite pastime. You dragged your palm down his body, running light fingers against his smooth skin and pushing his pants down, gripping his erection in your hand.
His hands roamed your body, squeezing your tits and running his fingers over your nipples. Yoongi kneaded your skin roughly, only letting go when wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you closer to him seemed more opportune.
You pumped him quickly, tongue snaking along his lower lip before pressing against his. He grunted against your mouth, thrusting into your touch. You traced your fingertips against the thick veins laying under the thin skin, using the pad of your thumb to rub the wet, leaking head of his cock at the same. The kiss turned sloppy, wet mouth on yours. It was all teeth and tongue, aggressive in a way you only got when you were truly ravenous.
"Okay, yeah- I need to be in you now," He urged, rolling off of you and onto his back. You nodded and climbed over him, straddling his hips and sinking down on his cock in one smooth movement. "Shit, that's tight."
Yoongi's back arched up against you, hands gripping the flesh of your backside as he dragged you against him, grinding hips against hips. He thrusted up into you, opening you up in a way that burned as much as it pleased. He felt huge- he was huge. Yoongi's cock was made for you, set your body on fire and then calmed you down. The sound of your wet pussy sucking him in as you lifted and dropped your hips onto his made Yoongi moan lowly, watching the space where both of your bodies met.
You slammed your hands down on his chest and dug your fingernails into his skin, bouncing on his cock faster. This is what you were made for- the euphoric feeling of his cock splitting you open and angling up, the hazy expression on Yoongi's face- it was all perfect. Your brain was filled with Yoongi, wanting nothing but this and nothing but him. You felt more alive than you ever had, your walls clenching erratically around him.
Yoongi dragged a hand up your leg and hooked itself around your thigh, securing a grasp on your leg before pushing you over so that he was on top of you, slamming hips down onto you. You moaned, head spinning from the quick movement.
There it was- the unavoidable consequence to giving yourself unlimited access to Yoongi. The room around you darkened slightly but you were determined to hold on, to hold out for a little bit longer.
"You were made for me," Yoongi grunted, "You're such a good girl for me, always so good for me. You were made for my cock."
You nodded, unable to push words out. Yoongi gripped your lower stomach posessively, pressing down on your womb from the outside so that the stretch of his cock pushing into you felt even tighter. You gasped, liking the way Yoongi smirked down at you.
"You like that?" He grunted, flicking his eyes up to yours. "You like me this deep in you? I'm gonna cum so fucking deep inside you, you're gonna feel me for days, because that's what you need- right? That's what you need?"
That's what you needed.
"S-So good," You whined, "I fucking need it, yeah. Please, give it to me."
He nodded smoothing a hand through your hair and kissing you passionately, rolling his hips against you roughly. His hand previously pushing down on your stomach rubbed circles into your clit and you came quickly, the pairing of his cock thrusting into you and the attention to your most sensitive spot sending you over the edge. Yoongi thought it would be a good idea to flip the two of you over again, the world moving faster than it should have. You gasped for air, trying to gain your bearing as your walls spasmed around his cock, almost painfully tight around Yoongi.
Yoongi came in you quickly, the feeling of your orgasm triggering his as his hips snapped against yours. He shuddered, pushing as deep in you as possible. You felt his hot cum fill you, warmth spreading through your body.
"Yoongi- I'm gonna," You gasped, your vision blacking out.
"Are you-"
You didn't get to hear the rest of what Yoongi was saying, having passed out instantly. You landed on his chest, Yoongi catching you easily- this had happened before, he knew what to do. You woke up in bed, alone, body well rested and neatly tucked under the covers. You sat up with a start, gasping sharply.
"Fuck me," You groaned, wondering how long you were out.
You stared at the wall, wondering how you were gonna convince Yoongi this definitely was not his fault. He always felt so guilty after this sort of thing happened, blaming himself unnecessarily when it was just that you got a little overwhelmed- nothing to be alarmed about. You wondered if he even got to finish cumming, pulling one of Yoongi's large hoodies over your head as you padded towards the living room in search for your boyfriend.
"Hey- I'm alive," You announced, looking around the room sleepily.
You froze mid-step, eyes falling on Yoongi, who look freaked out beyond belief. You frowned, eyes snapping towards the other figure in the room. Menacing look on his face, tattooed arms crossed tightly, face full of piercings. He was staring at you in a way that made you feel small, like a child who had gotten caught with their hand in a cookie jar. You yanked at the hoodie covering your body, wishing you had put underwear on at least.
"Why is there a demon named Jungkook looking for you?" Yoongi asked, mouth pressed into a hard line.
ohhhhh shit.
