Tonight, you’re mine. (Yoongi oneshot)
Pairing ~ Yoongi(Suga)x Y/N
Genre ~ Smut (possibly a lil fluff if it’s considered that?)
Words ~ 2,799 (I am annoyed it isn’t a nice round 800)
The imagination of ARMYs never failed to amaze you. Every single day BTS fans submitted their fan work to your Tumblr page to gain some publicity and love. Of course, none of them actually knew who you were. They didn't know you were dating one of their favourite idols. You were the girlfriend of Suga or as his friends called him, Yoongi. You started the blog as a joke with Yoongi himself, to see first hand what ARMYs created and thought of his group. It didn't take long for him to get too busy to look at it with you but you kept it going, telling him about certain things now and then. Finding out what the fans truly thought of your boyfriend always amused you and sometimes you'd get so caught up in fanfiction that you'd be cheering on the imaginary girl who was chasing after your man. Once or twice, Yoongi had caught you and you didn't hear the end of it for weeks on end, he even mocked you in front of the rest of his band and that lead to them to teasing you, until one-day Jungkook took it too far and Yoongi yelled at him. With Yoongi so busy the majority of the time, you found your fingers searching for something a little more substantial than regular old fanfiction. You were never disappointed at the long list of Yoongi smut online and on more than one occasion, you had wished that it was real and your boyfriend would ravage you like he would always the main character in the stories. But, you two rarely had the time to even go on a date so there was no way sex was on the table...or the bed...or the couch...
BTS had a whole day full of interviews and as much as you loved it when Yoongi invited you along to watch, it did get boring really quick. It seemed like everytime you watched, it was just the same questions recycled over and over again and honestly, you had no idea how the boys hadn't gone batshit crazy with the repetition.
"What're you doing?" You were broken away from the smut you were reading on your phone by Yoongi's voice. You looked up at him wide-eyed. He was directly in front of you and you hadn't even heard him approach. The smut was too damn good.
"Uh, just catching up, on the blog." You answered. It wasn't a complete lie, the smut had been submitted to you but you didn't want to confess to your reading habits. Yoongi hadn't the slightest idea that you read his fans sexual fantasies of him on almost a daily basis and you planned to keep it that way.
"Anything good?" He enquired perching on the arm of the sofa right next to you. You had closed the page the second you saw him in front of you so by then he could only see your blog page.
"You do not want to know the amount of VMin drawings I have seen this past week, I don't know why but everyone is crazy for them again." Yoongi pulled a slightly disgusted face that matched yours. "But, Yoonseok still rules on this blog." You giggled as he rolled his eyes.
"Will you stop encouraging that? It disturbs me that my own girlfriend ships me with my best friend."
"But you're so cute together." You pouted. He only stared. "When you stop sending him more hearts than me, I will and we both know that's never going to happen." You finished your last comment under your breath but purposely loud enough for him to hear. Giggles flowed from your lips as you were suddenly being pushed down onto the sofa with Yoongi straddling your hips and tickling you. "S-stoppp." You pleased. "I'll pee myself!"
"Ew!" He pushed up, holding his hands up in surrender. "Why do you never use the bathroom regularly like a normal person?" He sighed. "Go, now."
"I don't want to." You pouted reaching out to pull on his jacket gently. His lips curled into a fond smile and he lowered himself back over you, pressing his lips to yours softly. You smiled at the rare affection and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. As much as you loved soft Yoongi, that wasn't what you wanted in that moment. The images the smut gave you were still running through your mind and all you could think of was recreating them.
Just as you were about to turn the kiss into something to reflect your need for him, you were interrupted. "Hyung!" You both groaned in annoyance and broke to look over at Taehyung who was in the open doorway, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Ah am I interrupting?"
"Wh-" Yoongi started to respond but you cut him off.
"Actually yes, you are, Tae." You spoke and both boys looked at you shocked. You were never usually so blunt about your activities with Yoongi.
"Oh-uh." Taehyung's features screamed awkward and a smirk tugged at your lips. Despite being usually so kind and friendly, you did love to make people squirm.
"Spit it out," Yoongi demanded.
"We need to leave." Taehyung finally announced before rushing off.
Yoongi climbed off of you and held out his hand which you didn't hesitate to take so he could help you up before the two of you could join the rest of your friends in the car.
***
It was the last interview of the day and you were praying to every divine being that it wouldn't bore you to sleep like the last one did.
"Going to stay awake this time?" Hoseok teased, nudging you out of your prayers. You looked at him and made a face he understood all too well. "Ah well, it's okay Y/N, we have tomorrow off so you can have Hyung all to yourself all day!" He chirped and that definitely perked you up. You had genuinely forgotten about the fact. It was so rare for BTS to have time off that you always assumed you wouldn't see Yoongi for more than one day a week.
BTS were called over to get their microphones ready for the interview so you took the chance to pull Yoongi aside. "You have tomorrow off." You stated.
"Yeah..." He nodded slowly, slightly weirded out by the strange expression you held. He could see the cogs turning in your mind but he had no idea what you were thinking.
"What're you doing after the interview is over?" You asked, your face relaxing and returning to normal, a slight glint in your eyes that made Yoongi take a shaky breath.
"I was going to go to the studio tonight." He informed but you shook your head gently, not breaking eye contact with him. "I'm not going to the studio tonight?"
"No baby, you're not." You stepped closer, your hands resting on his waist, your tongue wetting your bottom lip, a motion he subconsciously copied.
"Then what am I doing?" The fact his voice had dropped to the husky tone that sent shivers down your spine and his hands were on your hips told you he had figured out your thoughts.
"Tonight, you're mine." You stated softly. He took in a breath, his tongue tracing his lips again as he nodded enthusiastically. "Good boy, now go do me proud." You grinned side stepping to slap his arse gently. He gave you an unimpressed look which you giggled at, giving a thumbs up. A chuckle escaped his lips as he walked over to his group.
The whole interview Yoongi's eyes would slide back over to you, a darkness in them that caused your thighs to shake in excitement. The second it was over, Yoongi discarded the microphone and thanked the staff as politely he could in a rush and barely even said goodbye to his bandmates before grabbing your arm and dragging you off to the closest taxi.
***
You were barely through the door of your apartment when Yoongi had slammed it shut and had you pinned against it, his lips crashing to yours in a desperate kiss. He was already working on removing his jacket making you internally laugh at his eagerness. You pushed his shoulders back to break the kiss so you could see why he was having such trouble with the item only for his lips to attach to your neck. Yoongi loved love bites, to show the world you were his and he was yours and despite clearly being in a rush to get to the main show, he took his time littering your neck with his mark.
"What the fuck?!" You screeched in annoyance pushing him further back to glare at the zipper of his jacket. "You can't be serious." You tugged at the zip but it didn't move. "Are you fucking serious right now Yoongi? Why did you have to wear the broken jacket today of all days?"
"I'm sorry." He slapped your hands away to try and work on the zipper himself. "Fuck!" He put his hands on his hips and hung his head, trying to control his anger at his clothing. "I'm going to cut it, fuck it!" He announced wandering off to the kitchen and of course you followed.
"Just leave it on." You gave in and he stopped rooting through the drawers to look at you with raised eyebrows.
"You want me to leave my jacket on, while we have sex?"
"Leave everything on for all I care, just fuck me Oppa."
"You drive me fucking crazy Y/N." He breathed pulling your body to him, pinning it between the counter and his own. His lips found yours again and your hands immediately began to work on his jeans. A low moan slipped into your mouth as your hand slid into his jeans and rubbed at his erection through his boxers.
"So hard already?" You gasped in a teasing tone. He rolled his eyes and hiked your skirt up around your waist, wasting no time to rub at you through your damp underwear.
"So wet already?" He replied in the same tone. You gave him a mock-seductive expression that made him laugh. "Don't ruin the mood like that!" He scolded through his laughter.
"I'm sorry, I'll be serious." You spoke trying to straighten your face but your cheeks shook with effort and he knew.
"The only time you're serious is when I'm fucking you hard."
"Then you better hurry up." Yoongi's hands span you so your back was to him, one hand on your hips, the other forcing your upper body forward so your chest was laid on the kitchen counter.
"I've been thinking about fucking you all week." He admitted lowly, his eyes on his hands that moved your underwear slowly down off of your hips and down your thighs.
"I've been thinking about it since the last time." You confessed shamelessly, making him smirk, as you shimmied the material down your legs and kicked them aside. He always loved it when you were blunt about what you wanted, especially when you wanted him.
"Always so horny." He breathed. "How'd I get so lucky?"
"I don't know but we'd both be a lot luckier if you fucked me already."
"Ohmygod, wait." He laughed reaching out to use his fingers to tease you. You whimpered and pushed your hips back towards him earning a sharp slap to your thigh. You yelped and fell back into the position he wanted you. "You know you're not allowed to rush me, princess."
"Sorry." You mumbled ashamed. You were just so damn desperate for him. A gasp fluttered from your lips as he suddenly slid two fingers into you.
"Fuck." He hissed. "You're so fucking wet I don't even need to prep you baby." You nodded enthusiastically making him chuckle. "No matter what I do to you, you always want more."
"That's because you're so good, Oppa." You looked over your shoulder at him, your dark gaze meeting his and you could see his patience break. He suddenly rushed to push his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His attention turned to your bodies. His left hand gripped your hip as his right hand wrapped around his erection, his eyes on you wet and ready for him. Hid hand allowed him a few strokes, spreading pre-cum up and down his length before he was positioned at your entrance. Yoongi loved making eye contact the first time he'd bury himself inside of you and it didn't stop today. He rocked his hips forward, his lips parting as he watched the tip of his dick disappear inside of you. Both hands held your hips still when he looked up to meet your gaze. You couldn't look away from his lust filled eyes even as he pushed deep inside of you until he bottomed out and your eyes wanted to flutter close at the feeling of being filled by Yoongi.
"Fuck baby, you always feel so good." He breathed. "You ready?" You nodded and turned around, your arms reaching out to grip the other side of the counter to brace yourself. He waited until you were ready and still before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward again. You both instantly let out moans of pleasure you hadn't felt in weeks.
Yoongi always planned to take it slow, milk as many orgasms out of you as he could before his own hit him but he never could after not feeling you wrapped tight and wet around him for so long. Despite loving slow and considerate Yoongi most of the time, you also always wanted for him to go as hard and fast as he could after a long time apart.
And he didn't disappoint. Yoongi's thrusts were hard, deep and fast, hitting your G-spot every time with the expert precision he had developed throughout your relationship. You knew he wouldn't last long and you didn't want him to right then, you wanted to orgasm hard and knew you always did when he didn't last because he was so desperate for pleasure himself but never let himself finish until you had. He was a gentleman like that. Ladies first. You wanted to roll your hips back, meet him with every thrust but you couldn't. He never let you. When Yoongi was like this, he was in charge no questions asked. He would fuck you as hard as he could and all you could do was scream his name until your throat hurt. Any other time, he'd let you do pretty much what you liked but when he was in charge, he was in charge of pleasure too and there was nothing you could say to convince him otherwise.
"Fuck baby please tell me you're close." He begged. You only whined in response. He knew what that meant. You were close but not close enough. His left hand slid around to your chest to pull you upright, leaning back against his chest, screams of pleasure instantly leaving your mouth. That position always fucked you good, so good you couldn't handle it for long and Yoongi knew it. He never used it unless he was desperate for you to cum. "Come on baby, cum for me." He breathed into your ear, his right hand snaking around to rub furiously at your clit. Only seconds later and your legs gave out, Yoongi's left arm wrapping around your waist tight as his fingers still worked at you until you clawed his hand away as you orgasmed, moaning out his name repeatedly as he slammed into you. A few sloppy thrusts later and his own orgasm hit him, his cum filling you up.
You both stood there for a few long moments, gathering your energy and will to move.
"I'll be better later." He promised, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulled out and pulled his jeans back up, not bothering to do them up.
"I don't know if I can handle better." You breathed pulling down your skirt to turn and face him. He took in your blissed out expression that matched his own and smiled.
"You're so beautiful, Y/N." He spoke lovingly as he took your face into his hands.
"So're you." You replied and he rolled his eyes, his lips stretching into that gummy smile of his you adored. You kissed him gently then stepped back, hands on his jacket. "I think we really need to try and fix this."
"Yeah." He agreed and the pair of you set about trying to come up with a way to remove the jacket without ruining it. After all, you didn't want Yoongi passing out from the heat before round three.
My first public smut ahh, it sucks sorry I’ll get better!
Thank you for the request anon and going along with my idea and allowed me to turn it into a member specific oneshot instead of the usual requests!
Keep the requests coming I had fun writing this one ;)
~Admin Chee
