#bts+suga

[minyoonjin]

Yoongi and his cat Tang 🥹

[yoongikook]

the world's prettiest samsung ambassador has returned

[gukcnt]

DON'T DISTRACT ME, BABY » MYG

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.

you couldn’t wait.

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[thatredwine]

no one can touch their level | for @raplinenthusiasts

[yeskookii]

Clingy bf yoongi hc ⋆˚࿔ sfw&nsfw

Tags: explicit sexual content, fluff!!

Mdni 18+

SFW

He’s physically attached to u 85% of the time you’re both at home. Not just sitting next to you, but his leg thrown over yours, his arm around your waist, his chin hooked on your shoulder while you scroll on your phone. It’s like he needs a point of constant contact to recharge.

His idea of a perfect evening is you curled into his side on the couch, him with a book or his laptop, you watching something, with his free hand just absently stroking your arm or playing with your hair. He gets this deeply content, sleepy look on his face.

You’ll wake up and your coffee is already made exactly how you like it. He notices your favorite snack is running low and just appears with a new bag. Your car gets a full tank of gas before you even realize it’s low. He never makes a big deal about it, just does it quietly.

He has this thing where he’ll just lift you. Not in a dramatic way. You’re standing at the kitchen counter and he needs to get something from the cabinet behind you. Instead of asking you to move, his hands go to your waist and he gently, firmly lifts you about six inches to the side, sets you down, gets his thing, and then pulls you back against his chest. It’s so casual it makes your brain short-circuit.

He gets stupidly, adorably pouty when he’s tired or has had a long day. He’ll just slump onto the bed or couch next to you, put his head in your lap, and sigh dramatically. If you don’t immediately start carding your fingers through his hair, he’ll nudge your hand with his head.

He’s a massive spoiler. Sees a sweater you looked at online? It’s delivered two days later. Mentions a book you wanted to read? It’s on the nightstand. He sees a beautiful necklace on his way to your house? He will get it for you with your favorite flowers. He gets genuine joy from the way your face lights up, kissing his cheek so softly, he’ll try to hide his smile by looking away.

He’ll call you just to hear your voice. It’ll be a random Tuesday afternoon.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

“Just at the grocery store.”

“Okay. Buy the good strawberries. I’ll see you tonight.”

And then he just hangs up. It was literally just a check-in.

He has zero ability to say no to you. You could call him at 3am and whisper “I need you” and he’d already be pulling on his jeans, no questions asked. You could ask for something utterly ridiculous and he’d just nod slowly and say, “Alright. Let me figure out how.”

He’s not big on grandiose public displays, but his hand is always, always on the small of your back, or holding your hand when you’re walking together. Guiding you, keeping you close. He needs to feel u all the time.

When he’s feeling soft, it’ s all about being taken care of. He’ll lay his head in your lap and ask you to feed him bites of fruit. He’ll let you wash his hair in the shower, leaning back into your hands with his eyes closed, completely pliant. He needs the comfort of your full attention on him.

He has a specific, sleepy smile that only appears right as he’s drifting off with you in his arms. It’s barely there, just a slight upturn of his lips, and it’s the most peaceful thing you’ve ever seen.

He gets subtly, quietly jealous. Not in an angry way, but if you’re talking to someone else for too long, you’ll feel him come up behind you, his arms sliding around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. He won’t say anything, just inserts himself into your space until the other person gets the hint and leaves.

If you’re upset or crying, he doesn’t always have the right words. Instead, he’ll pull you into the shower with him. The hot water, the steam, his solid body holding you up. He’ll just wash you, slowly and meticulously, shampooing your hair, letting the water wash everything else away. It’s his reset button for both of you. ㅤ♡ྀི

NSFW

His absolute favorite way to start the day is waking you up with his head between your thighs. Gently parting your legs in the soft morning light and going down on you until you're a trembling, gasping mess before you've even had coffee. He loves the taste of you mixed with sleep.

Yoongi loves eating you out, hes trained for this. He will take u in any position— on his knees, sitting on his face, from behind— he will eat it, just pls tell him.

He has a thing for watching you come on his cock, then pulling out immediately after and finishing all over your stomach or tits. He likes to think of it as a territory marking. and he'll do it with this possessive, dizzy look in his eyes, moaning your name as he stripes your skin with his cum.

He loves it when you're messy. If you're on top and you ride him hard, he'll grip your hips and growl, “That's it, make a mess for me. Get your pretty pussy all messy on my dick.” He gets off on the visual and the slick, wet sounds.

Praise is filthy in his mouth. It's never just “you're pretty.” It's “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you? Perfect little thing.” He says it right against your ear, voice gravelly and low.

But he flips to degradation so smoothly it makes your head spin. One moment it's “good girl” the next, his hand is tight in your hair, pulling just enough to sting as he thrusts up into you. “Just a greedy little thing, aren't you? Can't get enough. You'd take it all day, wouldn't you? My used-up girl.”

He's a big fan of overstimulation. When you're oversensitive and shaking after coming, he won't stop. He'll hold you down, pinning your hips, and keep thrusting, whispering, “One more, come on. I know you can give me one more. Squeeze my cock again with that tight little cunt.”

He loves making you say what you want in the dirtiest terms. He'll have you pinned, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit, and he'll ask, “What does my girl need? Use your words.” And if you mumble it, he'll stop. “Louder. Tell me you need my cock in your slutty little pussy.”

He has a praise kink for himself too, but only from you. When he's feeling subby and needy, he'll lay his forehead on yours and guide your hand to his cheek. “Tell me Im doing good,” he'll whine, moving his hips so slowly into your wet pussy. And you'll stroke his cheek and whisper all the filthy things hes doing to you, praising him for how hard hes fucking you, how deep hes going inside of you. He comes hard just from hearing it, his thrusts loses rhythm, whimpering mess.

He has a thing for your underwear. He'll pick out what he wants you to wear, the laciest, most delicate things, just so he can tear them off you later. Or sometimes he'll just push them aside instead, fucking you through the fabric until it's soaked.

The ultimate for him is when you're so fucked-out you can't move, and he has to take care of you. He'll bring you water, feed you bits of food, and tuck the blankets around you, all while wearing that soft, sleepy smile. You're his beautiful, well-used mess.

He gets a thrill from you using him for your pleasure. On days when he's more submissive, he'll tell you, “Just ride me, use my cock until you're satisfied. Don't worry about me.” And he'll lie there, hands gripping the sheets tight, watching you take what you need from him, which in turn drives him wild.

Yoongi has a borderline obsession with u calling him by his name. He needs u to say Yoongi, If you're being quiet, he'll slow his thrusts to an agonizing grind, his forehead against yours, and rasp, “Say it. I need to hear it.” And when you finally break, whimpering his name, it unleashes something feral in him. His rhythm turns punishing, his grip bruising, his eyes black with a possessive high. “Again,” he demands, voice shredded. “Louder. Let the whole neighborhood know who's fucking you this good.” He'll fuck you through your climax, chanting “Say my name, keep moaning my name” until you're sobbing it, a broken mantra against his hot mouth. But it's the quiet times that really gets him—your sleepy morning mumble or a soft sigh during a cuddle—that makes his chest feel tight. He collects every time you say it. To him, from your lips, it's proof he's yours. ㅤ♡ྀི

A/N: this is an apology for not posting in a while lmfao, i wanted to post sfw and nsfw in same post bcuz hes just so gentle and hot, I couldn’t just show his filthy side.

Hope yall enjoyed!!

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── Boyfriend Headcanons ⋮ Yoongi

domestic boyfriend!Yoongi when he’s on tour :(

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before tour boyfriend!yoongi :(

— spends more time in his studio with you sitting nearby :( doesn’t even need you talking. just likes looking over and seeing you there while he works

— gets quieter before leaving but not in a sad way. more thoughtful. like he’s mentally trying to memorize your routines before he has to be away from them again

— the type to casually ask “you’ll call me if something happens, right?” instead of directly admitting he’s worried about leaving you

— absolutely makes songs while thinking about you but will deny it immediately if you point it out

— starts sleeping later before tour because he doesn’t want to waste time unconscious when he could still be beside you :(

— prefers quiet nights together before leaving. takeout containers on the coffee table. tv playing softly. your legs thrown over his while he scrolls through random videos

— acts completely normal the morning he leaves but holds your hand a little tighter right before he has to let go

during tour boyfriend!yoongi :(

— terrible texter during busy days but sends random messages at like 3am because that’s when he finally slows down enough to miss you properly

— the type to send pictures with zero explanation : blurry studio setups. late night ramen cups. city lights outside hotel windows

— facetimes you while laying in bed half asleep, voice rough and quiet because he’s too tired to pretend he isn’t exhausted

— honestly misses silence with you the most. just existing in the same room without pressure to talk

— sends short voice notes instead of paragraphs. little “heard this and thought of u” messages attached to unfinished demos or songs he’s working on

— definitely falls asleep with the tv running in hotel rooms because complete silence feels too empty without you there

— when he misses you really badly he gets clingier in subtle ways :( answering your texts faster, staying on calls longer, asking what you’re doing every hour

— secretly rereads your messages before concerts sometimes because they calm him down more than he’ll ever admit

— acts like tour is just work to him but quietly tells you one night that every hotel starts feeling the same after a while

after tour boyfriend!yoongi :)

— coming home with him feels calm :) no dramatic entrance. just him dropping his bags, pulling you into his chest, and staying there for a long moment like he finally relaxed

— immediately changes into comfortable clothes and settles beside you on the couch like he’s reclaiming his spot again

— domestic affection with him is quiet but constant after tour :) forehead kisses while passing by, hand resting on your knee, pulling you against his side while watching movies

— absolutely the type to stand in the kitchen late at night eating snacks with you while talking softly about random things he thought about during tour

— loves the peaceful parts of being home most : hearing you in another room while he works, falling asleep beside you, rainy mornings where neither of you has to be anywhere

— starts bringing you into his studio more after tour because he missed your presence there while he was away

— spends the first few nights back sleeping deeper than he did the entire tour because being beside you finally lets his body relax again

— after tour he loves you in an even quieter way. comfortable. steady. like home became less about a place and more about wherever you are

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[softygloss]

Yoongi's obsession

Genre: it's a full filthy porn, almost no plot

Warnings: MDNI, Yoongi boyfriend x Female reader, oral sex(both receiving), vaginal sex, lots of cumming, sex addiction, squirting

A/n: the thoughts of Yoongi secretly being obsessed with his partner doesn't leave my mind 😭it's a messy writing, random scenarios put together.

The morning light filtered softly through the half-drawn curtains of their Seoul apartment, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. Yoongi stirred first, his arm already draped possessively over YN's waist, pulling her bare back flush against his chest. Even in sleep, his cock twitched against the curve of her ass which was hard, insistent, like it had been all night. Years together, and the hunger never faded. If anything, it burnt hotter. He was obsessed with her, with the way her body responded to him, the slick heat of her pussy that always seemed ready, always took him so perfectly.

He nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin and last night's sex. "Baby," he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep, lips brushing her ear. His hand slid down, cupping her mound possessively. Two fingers parted her folds, finding her already wet. "Fuck, you're soaked again. Dreamin' about me?"

YN sighed awake, pushing back against him with a sleepy smile. "Always, Yoongi. Need you."

He didn't need more. In one smooth motion, he hooked her leg over his thigh, lined up his thick cock, and pushed in raw bare, deep, stretching her open with that familiar burn she craved. The wet squelch filled the room as he bottomed out, groaning low in his throat.

"This pussy... my fucking pussy. So tight, so greedy. Missed it all night."

He fucked her slow at first, lazy morning strokes that dragged against her walls, his hand rubbing tight circles on her clit. But hunger took over fast. His hips snapped harder, the bed creaking as he railed into her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair.

"Cum for me. Wanna feel you gush."

YN cried out, clenching around him as the orgasm hit, her pussy squirting messily around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets. Yoongi growled, thrusting through it, chasing his own release until he spilled deep inside her, hot and thick, marking her like he did every single day.

They didn't pull apart right away. He stayed buried, softening slowly, kissing her shoulder. "Love you so much. Can't get enough."

༺༻

Breakfast was supposed to be simple like coffee, toast, maybe some fruit. But Yoongi couldn't keep his hands off her. YN stood at the counter in just his oversized t-shirt, reaching for a mug, when he came up behind her again. His hands slid under the hem, gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks.

"Bend over, baby."

She did, bracing on the counter as he dropped to his knees. He ate her out hungrily, tongue fucking into her cum-filled hole, sucking on her clit, slurping noisily at the mix of their releases dripping down her thighs. "Taste so good. My cum leaking out of this perfect cunt." He added two fingers, curling them roughly until she squirted again, right on his tongue, moaning his name loudly.

He stood, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he sank back in, fucking her hard and deep. Wet slaps of skin, her moans, his grunts was all you could hear.

"Gonna fill you again. Keep you dripping all day."

He came with a shudder, pumping rope after rope into her. They panted against each other, foreheads touching. "I love you," he whispered, thumb stroking her cheek. "More than anything.

༺༻

The day blurred between work and want. Yoongi tried to produce in his home studio, but YN walked in wearing nothing but panties. She straddled his lap in the chair, grinding down on his growing bulge.

"Need you again," she breathed.

He shoved the panties aside and impaled her on his cock, guiding her hips as she rode him. It was sloppy, desperate, her juices soaking his sweats, his mouth latched onto her tits, sucking marks into her skin. "Ride that dick, baby. This pussy owns me. Always so fucking wet for me."

She came hard, squirting all over his lap, and he followed, biting her shoulder as he filled her again. They stayed like that, connected, while he absently played a beat with one hand on the keyboard, the other stroking her back.

It happened again in the afternoon, on the couch during a "break," her on all fours while he pounded her from behind, pulling her hair, spanking her ass red.

"Look at this sloppy cunt. Taking me so well after years. Still milks me dry every time."

Evening melted into night. Dinner was half-eaten on the table because Yoongi had pulled her onto his lap mid-bite, bouncing her on his cock while they fed each other bites between moans. Later, in the shower, he pressed her against the tiles, lifting one leg and thrusting up into her, water mixing with her squirt as she came screaming.

By the time they collapsed into bed, bodies exhausted but never satisfied, he was hard again. YN spread her legs without a word, pulling him on top. This time it was slower, deeper, raw emotion mixed with the filth.

"I love you," he panted, hips rolling, cock dragging perfectly against that spot inside her. "Obsessed with you. This pussy. The way you squirt for me. The way you take everything I give. Never getting tired of this. Of us."

"I love you too," she gasped, nails digging into his back as another orgasm built. "Fill me, Yoongi. Want it all night."

He did. They fucked until the early hours, switching positions, her riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cock disappear into her dripping hole, then missionary so he could kiss her through the messy, squirting climax. Cum leaked everywhere, sheets ruined, but they didn't care. He came inside her one last time, collapsing on top, still buried deep.

As sleep finally pulled them under, his hand cupped her mound protectively, fingers lazily circling her clit. "Tomorrow... gonna wake up and do it all over again."

༺༻

Yoongi was already losing his mind by mid-morning.

YN was on her knees in their bedroom, still wearing nothing but his t-shirt, eyes glossy with want as she looked up at him. She loved this, loved when he took her mouth roughly, when he used her throat like he owned it. And he did. She was addicted to the feeling of his thick cock sliding over her tongue, stretching her lips, hitting the back of her throat until her eyes watered.

“Fuck, baby… open wider,” he growled, voice wrecked. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping the base of his cock as he fed it into her eager mouth. YN moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight up his spine. She loved getting face-fucked, loved the mess, the spit, the way he lost control and fucked her face like he was desperate.

He thrust deeper, hips snapping forward, watching her throat bulge slightly with every push. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her tits, messy strings connecting her lips to his cock whenever he pulled back. “That’s it… good girl. Take it. You love choking on my dick, don’t you?”

YN nodded frantically, humming affirmatively, her hands gripping his thighs to pull him even deeper. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but her eyes were dark with lust. She squeezed her thighs together, soaked and aching between her legs just from servicing him.

Yoongi’s pace turned punishing, short, rough thrusts into her throat, balls slapping against her chin. “Gonna cum down your throat… then paint that pretty face.”

He came with a guttural groan, holding her head still as he spilled hot and thick straight into her mouth. YN swallowed greedily, but he pulled out midway through, stroking the rest of his load across her lips, cheeks, and tongue. The sight of his cum on her face made him feral. “Look at you… covered in me. My dirty girl.”

She smiled up at him, tongue out to catch more, visibly loving every second of the degradation and worship mixed together.

༺༻

Later that afternoon, after he’d eaten her pussy until she squirted twice on the couch, he had her bent over the kitchen counter. He spread her cheeks wide, staring at her dripping hole before slamming back inside her raw.

“Fuck… this pussy,” he panted, pounding into her with wet, obscene sounds. “Look how creamy you get for me.”

He pulled out suddenly, just to watch. Thick strings of his earlier cum and her juices leaked from her swollen folds. The sight drove him insane. “Shit, baby… my cum is dripping out of you. So fucking full of me.”

He pushed back in roughly, fucking his own load deeper, eyes locked on where they were joined. Every thrust made more of it squelch out around his cock. He reached around to rub her clit, growling in her ear, “Gonna fill you again. Want it leaking down your thighs all day.”

YN pushed back against him, moaning loudly. “Yes, cum inside me again. Love feeling it.”

When he came the second time, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he pumped rope after rope deep into her pussy. He stayed inside, grinding slowly, obsessed with the warm, wet mess he’d created. Pulling out slowly, he spread her open with his thumbs just to watch his cum slowly ooze out of her used hole. The creamy white against her pink folds made him twitch, already half-hard again.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, dropping to his knees behind her to lick her clean, only to get hard enough to fuck her one more time right there on the kitchen floor.

That night, YN begged for it again. On her knees in bed, she took him down her throat eagerly while he held her head and fucked her face with deep, sloppy strokes. Spit ran everywhere. When he pulled out and painted her face and tongue again, she looked up at him with pure adoration and filth in her eyes.

Yoongi wiped some of his cum off her cheek with his thumb and pushed it back into her mouth. “My perfect girl. Love seeing you like this, covered in my cum, pussy full of it, throat used.”

She crawled on top of him after, sinking down onto his cock, riding him slow and deep so he could watch the mess between her legs. Every time she lifted up, more of his cum leaked out, coating his shaft. He was completely obsessed, hands gripping her hips, eyes fixed on the sight.

They fell asleep hours later with him still inside her, cum drying on her skin, both of them whispering “I love you” between lazy kisses.

Two people years deep in a relationship who were still just as hungry, perverted, and addicted to each other as the very first time.

[luvrk00k]

Miss possessive - jeon jungkook

Summary - in where at the rooftop bar a certain someone gets too close beyond liking to your boyfriend and you get a little possessive.

Warnings - jealousy, possessiveness, suggestive, kissing, Jungkook being a simp for his girl.

Pairings - idol!jk x idol!fem reader

( I do not own any of these characters and this is purely just fanfic)

You weren’t even supposed to come here, both your friends practically begged you two to come to the new rooftop bar in gangnam and now we are here.

The first time Jungkook noticed it he thought it was funny.

But the second time he wast so sure about that.

And by the third look from you he was so certain that you were jealous. Not in some toxic or dramatic way. You didn’t throw any drinks, you didn’t start an argument, you didn’t make any scenes.

It really wasn’t your thing to do.

But instead simply became very,very possessive after all he was your man and you made sure she knew that.

“No seriously get your hands off my man”

It didn’t come out my mouth directly but it played in my head over and over again.

He was there standing at the bar talking with his friends when she walked up to him.

It was winter. Of course it was winter always wanted something to do with Jungkook even if he was with me she made it very clear from the start and she would do anything to have him but then I came into the picture and started dating.

Of course theres backstory between why me and winter don’t like each other it was never about jungkook until recent.

I was the main vocalist and leader of the group aespa. There were four other members Karina, Giselle, ningning and of course winter. Winter never liked me from the start it was obvious to everyone I had everything the visuals, the voice and the public loved me and she didn’t like that.

and ever since me and Jungkook started dating she hated that more.

Across the room, my eyes narrowed

Just slightly

But fortunately for Jungkook he caught it.

And Jungkook being Jungkook he had to bite back a grin.

And there it was she looked up at him with those eyes those “I want to fuck you” eyes she giggled at something he said she even had the audacity to touch his arm.

My jaw tightened.

And I swear she looked over to me and leaned in closer to him

That’s what pissed me off the most she knew what she was doing she knows.

My hands gripped my cocktail glass harder my eyes glued to the interaction

She was doing this on purpose to mess with me

He looked at me across the rooftop it was just one look and he knew. He knew that look that look of “im about to commit a crime if she touches you one more time” and before he could come over to me I walk over to him instead.

Almost instantly jungkooks hand settled on my waist

Warm

Protective

Reassurance

“Hi baby” he says looking down at me I don’t say anything but instead look at the girl infront of me my eyes showed the irritation and possessiveness.

“Hi winter” I say with a tight smile my tone dripping with fake sweetness and she caught it

“hi” she says back looking between me and Jungkook as she takes a step back

“I was just congratulating Jungkook on the new bts album” she says almost quietly not so confident now

“Yeah sure you were, listen I don’t know what your problem is with me but don’t try to mess with my relationship with my man” I say voice laced with irritation

I grab jungkooks hand and lead him away from her

He looks down at me and smiles his hand still on my waist

“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re possessive baby” he says his breath tickling my ear

“I’m not possessive”

“Mhm you definitely are”

His thumb brushed my against my side a tiny movement but still there.

And yet somehow it was enough to send heat rushing through your entire body. “You were ready to fight her” he said smirking, that damn smirk.

“No I wasn’t”

“You were”

“I wasn’t”

“Mhm okay”

I pout and he laughs.

That laugh could make any woman melt it was warm and unfairly attractive.

“You know” he said lowering his voice “I kinda like it” and that sentence alone made my heart beat faster. I look up at him my voice barely audible “what…?” His finger tucks my hair behind my ear “the jealousy”

His gaze dropped to my lips then back to my eyes I caught it

It was deliberate and slow like he wanted me to see it he was tryna fuck with me and god it was working.

“You do?”

He lets out a small “mhm”

His fingers tightened slightly around my waist “it means you want me” and I swear when he said that his voice went huskier and that tone made my knees feel weak. Jeon Jungkook knew what he was doing

Of course he did.

His hands firmly sat on my waist and he slowly backed me up into the corner of the rooftop bar. It was dark only the moon lit up the corner.

It was obvious from earlier he only wanted me not winter not some other girl it was me that he wanted he made that absolutely clear to any girl who tried approaching him but it didint stop me from being jealous I mean he was the biggest kpop idol what woman wouldn’t want him right?

But when his eyes found me those godamn big dark doe eyes the jealousy in me faded and instead my heart beater faster.

It made our surroundings disappear

The crowd

The music

The people

It was all gone.

I just felt like it was only me and him in this world.

His hand goes to my check holding my face to look up at him. The height difference between me and Jungkook was obvious he was tall and muscular with those tattoos that made him just look so much more sexier. Something that people don’t know my name is tatted on him.

His body pressed close to mine enough to blur any thoughts in my mind. “You know what” me murmured. “What…?” I say almost out of breath he wets his bottom lip and says in a low voice “if you wanted my attention you could’ve just asked”

My cheeks tint a slight pink

“I always have you’re attention kookie” it was that nickname that made him sigh

Almost immediately he let out a “yeah”

“Yeah you do”

And for a good 30 seconds silence overtakes us his hand still on my cheek until he speaks

“You know nobody compares to you right?”

Fuck.

“Jungkook-“

That’s when he really looks into my eyes

“I’m serious” his voice dropped lower the recent teasing tone gone “I only look for you in the room” the confession settled between between us.

And suddenly I couldn’t remember why I was annoyed or jealous in the first place when this man just proved his point and made it clear that there’s no one else for him and fuck that made me feel weak.

His eyes lingered on my lips again

The tension was undeniable

Neither of us moved

Neither of us said a word until i did

“You keep looking at me like you want to kiss me”

“Maybe I do”

That’s all it took for me to crash my lips onto his, he kissed back immediately his tounge finding mine his hand on the back of my neck whilst the other firm on my waist.

In 20 minutes we were back in his penthouse his hands all over me

We stumble into the room my back hitting the mattress. He looks at me with blown out pupils his hair messy from my fingers running through them his lips swollen from kissing

He undoes his belt with one hand

Fuck that was hot

He gets on the bed and crashes his lips onto mine again this time it was messy like he was hungry for me and I was the same he pulled back and looked at me “fuck your so pretty princess” I sighed at that name

He wastes no time undoing my dress and throwing it across the room

I was left in nothing but a matching dark blue lace. His pupils dilated he wanted me he was hungry.

And all night he made sure I knew I was the only one I wanted.

“ I love you miss possessive”

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Okay guys how do we feel about this fic?!

This is my first post so I know it won’t be the best but I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it!! Jungkook is definitely a simp for reader!

Let me know any fic recs you want!!!