Claimed (m) - Myg
"The only Min you'll ever get is this one."
Pairing - Yoongi x Reader
Genre - smut 18+, established relationship au, MDNI
Wc - 5k
Warnings - yoongi's brother's reception, secret relationship, yoongi's aunt wants to set reader for her son🤪, jealous yoongi, Explicit smut - Hard dom yoongi, sub reader, chocking, mirror sex, unprotected sex, degradation, man handling, fingering, face fucking, spiting in mouth, edging, crying, hair pulling, marking
a/n - hi n byee🫣
divider credit - @uzmacchiato
Masterlist kofi
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The Min family estate is breathtaking, especially tonight. The glow of fairy lights, the grand chandeliers, with laughter and music filling the air.
You step out of the car, adjusting the delicate fabric of your dress. With one final glance at your reflection in the tinted window, you reach for your phone, fingers gliding over the screen.
You: just reached. where are you?
It takes only a few seconds before your boyfriend replies.
Yoon: 2nd floor. Left side of the hall
The moment you step inside it's filled with the scent of fresh flowers and expensive cologne. Your lips curve slightly as you push through the crowd, eyes scanning the space.
It doesn't take long for you to find him.
Min Yoongi, standing near the far end of the ballroom, eyes already locked onto you like a magnet.
He’s dressed in a tailored black suit, crisp and perfect. One hand is tucked into his pocket while the other lazily holds a glass of whiskey, but it’s his eyes that hold you captive.
Those dark eyes roam over you, starting from the waves of your hair down to the delicate curve of your neckline. They trail lower, taking in the way your dress hugs every inch of your body. His tongue peeks out, wetting his lips ever so slightly, making heat crawl up your skin.
Your phone buzzes again.
Yoon: You look beautiful
You bite your lip, glancing at him beneath your lashes.
You: And you look like trouble
The corner of his lips twitches, and even from across the room, you see the slight shake of his head.
A familiar voice calls your name.
“Finally! We were starting to think you weren’t coming.”
You turn to see your friends waving you over. You weave through the crowd smiling, and join them, instantly enveloped in chatter.
Taehyung’s already halfway through his drink, Jimin’s adjusting his blazer and Hoseok is grinning at you.
“You look stunning,” Jimin remarks. “Bet someone over there is losing his mind right now,” he says, giving you a knowing smirk.
You roll your eyes, but the heat creeping up your neck betrays you. “Would you shut up?”
“Oh, come on,” Hoseok teases.
You can't deny though, because you can feel it too. Yoongi’s gaze.
“Must be so hard pretending you two aren’t together,” Taehyung adds, sighing dramatically. “Poor Yoongi hyung, watching you like a lovesick fool but having to act all cool and composed.”
You shake your head, laughing softly. “We’ll tell his parents when we’re ready.”
And that’s the truth. His family is traditional, full of expectations, while Yoongi never cared much for their opinions. But still, you asked to wait before telling them. And he agreed, because this decision was yours to make together.
A fresh round of laughter pulls you from your thoughts, and you join in easily.
“Yoongi hyung!” Taehyung exclaims a bit dramatic, grinning as he lifts his glass.
Yoongi huffs, sliding effortlessly, his fingers grazing your waist just enough to make your breath hitch but not enough to be noticed by anyone else. His way of saying hi when he can’t say it out loud.
He just leans in slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, just for you to hear, “You do look beautiful.”
And just like that, you’re gone.
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The function moves along in a blur of clinking glasses, lively conversations. Yoongi -ever the reluctant center of attention, eventually takes the stage for a speech. His voice carrying warmth as he speaks about his brother and new beginnings.
And then, as quickly as he appeared, he’s swept away, pulled into conversations that demand his time- relatives, business associates.
Meanwhile, you remain with your friends. Jimin recounts a particularly embarrassing memory from their younger days, making Taehyung groan dramatically. Easy laughter fills amongst you.
After some time, you make your way toward the drinks table, the glass in your hand nearly empty. As you tilt your glass for a refill, a voice almost too-sweet cuts through the noise.
“My, my… such a lovely young woman all alone at the drinks table?”
You glance up, meeting the keen eyes of a lady, dressed in an elegant hanbok.
“You must be close to the Min family,” she continues, stepping beside you, her smile never faltering. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of speaking yet.”
Your fingers pause around the stem of your glass, momentarily confused. You’re certain you’ve never seen her before. Not the few gatherings that you've attended along with your mutual friends, neither in any of the rare photos Yoongi has shared with you. But still, you offer a polite smile and a slight bow in greeting.
“Ah.. I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met before,” you say. “But it’s lovely to meet you.”
She lets out an amused laugh, “Oh, dear, that’s because I don’t visit often,” she says, waving a delicate hand. “But I am part of the family. Yoongi’s aunt.”
Your grip on your glass tightens just slightly. Yoongi’s aunt. You nod politely, offering a small smile. “Oh, I see. It’s nice to meet you. I'm Han Y/n.”
She hums, eyes scanning you in a way that feels far too observant. “I noticed you earlier with Yoongi’s friends,” she says, taking a delicate sip of her drink. “You seem quite close to them.”
“They’re good friends of mine,” you reply keeping your tone light.
She hums again, a knowing glint in her eyes. “You’re quite a lovely girl. Well-mannered, and beautiful too.” Her voice is warm, almost too sweet. “It’s a shame someone in the family hasn’t snatched you up already.”
You blink, caught slightly off guard by her sudden comment. “Oh?”
She nods, setting her glass down on the nearby table. “My son, Seojun-ah—my brilliant boy. He just returned from New York a few months ago. Studied and worked there for years. Hardworking boy.” She smiles as she continues, “In my opinion... you two would make a wonderful pair.”
Ah. So that’s where this is going.
You school your expression, forcing a polite smile. “That’s... kind of you to say.”
She leans in slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “He’s single, you know. And someone like you—” she gestures vaguely, as if you’re the perfect ideal, “—would be perfect for him.”
You grip your glass a little tighter, willing yourself to stay calm. “That’s flattering,” you reply, carefully measured. “But I’m not really looking for anything like that right now.”
Her smile falters for only a fraction of a second before she recovers, waving a hand. “Oh, nonsense. A woman like you shouldn’t be single for long.” She tilts her head, watching you closely. “Unless, of course... you’re already seeing someone?”
Just as you part your lips to respond, a familiar voice cuts in.
“Auntie, where have you been so long!?”
You turn to see Taehyung, his signature smile already in place as he slides into the conversation.
The aunt’s face lights up in recognition. “Oh, Taehyung! It’s been so long. Look at you! so handsome as always.”
Taehyung grins, “You flatter me, Auntie. Anyways, what’s going on here?”
The woman chuckles, tilting her head toward you. “I was just asking her if she’s single or maybe interested in meeting my son.” Her tone is light with teasing.
“Oh, she’s totally single.”
Your head snaps toward him, eyes widening in silent betrayal. He doesn’t even try to hide the amusement in his gaze.
The aunt's face lights up with excitement at Taehyung’s words. “Really? That’s wonderful!” She claps her hands together, already looking around. “Let me introduce you to Seojun. He must be here somewhere.”
Your heart stutters, a flicker of panic rising in your chest. Shit.
You shoot Taehyung a murderous glare, but the bastard only sips his drink, eyes glinting with pure mischief. You know he’s enjoying this way too much.
“That’s really not necessary—” You start, voice edged with nervous laughter, but the aunt isn’t even listening. Her eyes scan the ballroom eagerly, as if his son will magically appear at any moment.
“Well, this sounds like a lovely setup, but I promised someone a dance,” Taehyung, your so-called friend is already retreating with a shit-eating grin. “Have fun, you two!”
Your glare could burn holes through him, but he’s gone before you can protest. Your fingers tighten around your glass. You need to find a way out of this. Fast.
“There he is! Seojun-ah!” The aunt’s delighted voice rings out as she waves eagerly.
Your stomach drops as a man maybe around Yoongi's age, turns toward the call, eyes narrowing in confusion before he approaches.
He’s tall, well-dressed, and honestly quite handsome, but that’s not the issue. The issue is that you know exactly what’s happening, and by the look on his face when his mother introduces you, so does he.
"This is Y/n, sweetheart!” his mother exclaims, practically radiating excitement. “Such a lovely girl. You two should chat, I have a feeling you’ll get along very well.”
“I’ll leave you to it! No need to thank me,” she's disappearing into the crowd before either of you can react.
Seojun chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I—I’m sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I know what my mom’s trying to do..” His eyes flicker with mild embarrassment before he sighs. “Sorry if she made you uncomfortable. You really don’t have to entertain this.”
He seems genuinely shy, his words coming out in a rushed ramble as he struggles to navigate the awkward situation.
You offer him a small smile, trying to ease his nerves. "I wasn’t expecting it, but..” You glance around briefly, hoping for an escape. “She seems too... enthusiastic?”
Seojun lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “That’s one way to put it.” He takes a sip of his drink, still looking slightly mortified. “She’s been on this matchmaking spree lately. Thinks it’s her life’s mission to get me married off.”
You chuckle at that.
Meanwhile, across the ballroom, Yoongi strides back toward your group, his gaze scanning for you instinctively. But a frown tugs at his lips.
“Where is she?”
Jimin and Hoseok exchange glances, poorly hiding their amused smirks. Taehyung, however, doesn’t bother to hold back his laughter.
“Oh, hyung,” he drawls, draping an arm over Yoongi’s shoulder dramatically. “Your dear girlfriend is currently on her way to becoming your sister-in-law.”
Jimin finally loses it, chuckling as he nods toward the far side of the room. “One of your aunts decided she’d be the perfect match for Seojun.”
Hoseok chimes in, shaking his head. “She just pulled her aside like it was fate.”
Yoongi’s eyes flicker towards where you stand. The moment he spots you, with Seojun, no less, looking all polite and engaged in conversation and that makes something sharp coils in his chest.
His fingers flex, tightening around his wine glass, an odd heat creeping up his spine.
It’s irrational, really. He knows you. Knows you’re probably just being your usual, kind self. But the fact that someone else—some other man—is standing in front of you, looking at you like you’re something to consider, doesn’t sit well with him.
Seojun is laughing lightly, and you’re chuckling too—chuckling.
“Hyung,” Taehyung drawls, watching the way his expression darkens. “You good?”
Yoongi doesn’t answer, face almost unreadable as he downs the rest of his drink in one smooth motion.
You offer Seojun a polite smile, searching for a way to wrap this up without seeming rude. "It was nice talking to you, but I should get back to my friends," you say lightly.
Seojun, still a little flustered from the situation his mother put him in, nods quickly. "Oh, of course! Yeah, no worries," he says, "Enjoy the rest of the night."
You give him a small nod before turning away as relief washes over you. The moment you step closer to your group, the playful energy among them is unmistakable.
Taehyung is already smirking ready to tease, but before he can open his mouth, you shoot him a glare that makes him chuckle instead.
“So, how was your first meeting with your future husband?”
You shoot him a dry look. “Shut up.”
Jimin snickers beside you. “You two really did look good together, though.”
You roll your eyes, shifting slightly on your feet. Yoongi sets his drink down and just as you open your mouth, “Yoongi—”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he simply mutters, “Excuse me,” and turns away, heading toward a group of guests like nothing just happened.
Huh?
Did he just.. walk away? Just like that?
You stare at his retreating back, your lips parting slightly in disbelief. This man. You weren’t even the one who dragged yourself into that conversation with the guy. It’s not like you were flirting! If Yoongi’s gonna be all broody and distant over something that wasn’t even your fault—
You huff, crossing your arms. If he wants to play the ignoring game, so will you.
The lights dim, the dance floor filled with soft music. Even Yoongi’s parents share a brief dance, their laughter blending with the sweet ambiance of the evening.
Yet, Yoongi still hasn’t spoken to you since he left. Not that you care.
The crowd stands watching, some cheering for the dancing couples. Just as you shift, thinking about moving elsewhere, someone stumbles into you.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the person says quickly. You turn to see Seojun, his eyes widening slightly in surprise before he chuckles.
“It’s okay,” you say, offering a small smile. He seems like he’s about to excuse himself when you hear a very familiar voice beside him.
“Oh my! I knew it!” she exclaims excitedly. “You two were bound to click!”
Your stomach drops.
She's already nudging her son towards you.
“Ask her to dance!” she insists, practically beaming.
Your eyes widen slightly, panic bubbling up. How the hell do you keep finding yourself in these situations tonight?
He almost pleads with his eyes for his mother to let it go, but she remains insistent, nudging both of you onto the dance floor.
Realizing there’s no way out, Seojun clears his throat, his shyness giving way to a small smile.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks.
Your heart beats faster—definitely not from excitement but from sheer disbelief at how the night keeps unfolding.
Yoongi was busy handling some final wedding details when Namjoon nudges his arm.
"Isn't that Y/n?"
Yoongi’s eyes flicker towards the dance floor, scanning the crowd until they land on you.
And just like that, his entire demeanor shifts.
There you were, on the dance floor. With Seojun. His arm lightly placed on your waist while your hand rested in his. Yoongi watched as you let out a small laugh, though your body language still seemed slightly stiff. That didn’t matter.
The sight of you with someone else was enough to make something simmer inside him.
"Damn…you look like you’re about to murder someone." Namjoon chuckled.
"Shut up, Joon."
Your laughter fades slightly, and almost instinctively, as your eyes flicker over to Yoongi’s.
The second your gazes meet, your breath catches. His darkened eyes are locked onto you. Even from across the room, the weight of his stare is suffocating. His grip on his drink is tight, jaw clenched. You can practically feel the tension radiating off him.
Seojun says something with a chuckle, "I don't think we've had a formal introduction, I'm Min Seojun—"
But you barely register it. Your heartbeat picks up, and suddenly you’re hyperaware of everything. The placement of Seojun’s hand, the closeness of the dance, the way Yoongi’s expression darkens further with each passing second.
You take a deep breath, deciding you’ve had enough. You quickly scan the crowd, searching for Yoongi's aunt, hoping she’s wandered off elsewhere. When you don’t spot her, you take it as your cue to end this.
Slipping out of Seojun’s light hold, you step back offering him a polite but firm smile. “I'm sorry, I think I should leave—”
You turn before finishing, weaving your way through the mass of people to find an open space away from the dance floor. The air feels cooler here, giving you a brief moment to collect yourself. Just as you exhale, a hand wraps around your wrist.
“Y/n,” Seojun’s voice is gentle as he calls out, his grip enough to make you turn around.
“I… are you free this weekend?” he asks suddenly, his voice steady despite the slight pink dusting his cheeks.
You blink, completely taken aback.
The last thing you expected was for him to ask you out. Your lips part, ready to form a rejection—
But you don’t get the chance.
Because before you can even utter a word, another hand snatches yours away from Seojun’s grasp.
“She’s not.”
Your breath catches as you whip your head around, your wide eyes meeting Yoongi’s. His fingers are wrapped securely around your hand. His jaw is clenched, the muscle ticking as his stormy gaze remains locked onto Seojun.
The voice was filled with an unmistakable edge which startles Seojun, clearly caught off guard. His gaze flickers between the two of you, slowly processing the situation—the way Yoongi's hand hold yours.
“Oh…okay,” Seojun mutters after a beat, letting out a slight awkward chuckle. His eyes dart to you once more, lingering for a second before he turns back to Yoongi.
“See ya around, Hyung,” he says, forcing a half-smile before finally stepping away.
You glance up at your boyfriend, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Yoongi—”
“Don't."
Yoongi’s grip on your wrist is possessive as he tugs you through the crowd. Your heart pounds in your chest, the buzz of music and laughter fading into the background as he leads you down the dimly lit hallway.
His silence is deafening, the tension in the air between you growing further.
“Yoongi—” You try to call his name, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even look back. His fingers tighten around your wrist just enough to make you swallow your words. You don’t know if it’s jealousy, anger, or something deeper that’s driving him right now.
A door swings open, and Yoongi pulls you inside. Turning you around and pressing you against the slammed door.
“You think this is funny?”
His arms cage you in, palms flat beside your head as he leans in. His breath is warm against your skin, but there’s nothing soft about the way he speaks.
Your voice wavers slightly. “Yoongi.. I - your aunt forced us to dance—”
“Forced you?” he repeats, his tone laced with disbelief, his dark gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. “Did she force you to smile at him too? To let him touch you?”
“It wasn’t like that,” you say quickly, your hands pressing lightly against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. His body is warm, and his scent fucking intoxicating.
Yoongi scoffs, his fingers curling against the door beside your head. “Then what was it like, huh?” His voice is lower now, rough with something unreadable. “Because from where I stood, it sure as hell looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
You blink up at him, your heart hammering. “You know I didn't mean it any other way,” you defend, your voice softer now.
Yoongi exhales sharply through his nose, his tongue swiping over his lower lip in frustration.
You barely get his name out before his lips crash onto yours, cutting off whatever you were about to say. A shocked gasp escapes you, but he doesn’t give you a second to process as his hands grip your waist, pulling you impossibly close as his lips move against yours with almost a punishing force.
Your fingers tighten around his blazer. His body presses against yours. The kiss is fiery, nothing like the gentle ones he’s given you before.
His teeth graze your lower lip, and you whimper softly, your knees nearly buckling.
Yoongi growls lowly at the sound, one of his hands sliding up to cup your jaw, tilting your face so he can deepen the kiss. His tongue brushes against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs, making your head spin.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His voice low, as he growls.
You look up at him, panting softly, yet eyes laced with something playful. You’ve never seen Yoongi this worked up. In all the years you’ve been together, he’s always been the calm one. But fuck, seeing him loose his cool, it’s turning you on more than you care to admit.
“Didn’t know you could be this jealous,” you murmur a breathless whisper meant to provoke.
Yoongi’s eyes narrow, his jaw ticking.
“Don’t test me, princess,” he breathes, his voice low with warning as his hand slowly wraps around your throat, enough to make you feel the warmth.
“You don’t want to play with fire.”
Your breath hitches at the sensation, but the way your thighs clench in response betrays your thoughts.
“But I want to,” you whisper.
And just like that, the last thread of restraint snaps within Yoongi.
Yoongi’s breath fans against your ear as he leans in, voice like gravel. “You asked for it.”
A low groan rumbles from deep in his chest as he tugs you to the mirror counter, spinning you around, pressing his body flush against yours.
His hands grip the zipper of your dress, yanking it down roughly. The fabric pools at your feet, leaving you standing there in your panties and bra. You catch your breath, eyes wide as his hungry gaze roams over you.
He bends you forward over the counter, one hand steadying your waist. Then, with a ruthless flick, he shoves your panties down, tearing them in the process.
You gasp sharply, “Yoongi!”
“I’ll buy you new ones.”
His fingers already dig inside you, rough, stroking deep and fast. You moan his name, your body arching involuntarily against the counter.
He curls his fingers, pressing that perfect spot inside you while his thumb rubs fiercely over your clit. The sensations swirl and crash through you. Your fingers tangle into his long hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you moan his name, breathless and desperate.
His free hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open for him. You can’t control the soft cries that slip past your lips, but the sound only makes him work you harder.
Biting down on his shoulder, you try to muffle your moans, he growls, hands gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. “My little slut, aren't you” he hisses, voice dripping with raw possession. “Always soaking wet for me.”
Your moans grow louder, trembling on the edge. He pulls his fingers out abruptly, leaving you aching and desperate.
“Get on your knees.”
Your legs are wobbly but you obey without hesitation.
He unzips his pants, the sight of him already driving you wild. His cock stands hard and proud, and you feel a fresh rush of heat flood your core.
Yoongi’s gaze never leaves you as he grips himself slowly stroking that make your breath catch.
He cups your chin with another hand tilting your head up.
“Open.” Yoongi leans in, spitting into your mouth. You swallow instinctively, meeting his gaze with a mix of submission and desire.
“Good girl.”
Yoongi’s gaze burns down at you, eyes sharpening as they lock onto yours. His fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face up like you belonged to him, because you fucking do.
“You know the safe word, right?”
You swallow hard, nerves and need tangling together as you nod.
He pushes forward, sliding into you with a deliberate force that took your breath away.
His hand finds your hair, fingers threading firmly through the strands, pulling you closer. “Look at you,” he growls under his breath, his hips rolling deeper. “Taking me so well.”
His lips part in a guttural groan, head tilting back.
“Fuck...” he breathed out, voice ragged, “That mouth is made for me, yeah.”
He was claiming you with every thrust, every touch, every breath, and you knew you were exactly where you belonged.
Your throat tightens further with each controlled roll of his hips, the stretch forcing little whimpers from you.
A choked gag slips out as he sinks deeper.
You blink up through watery lashes, lips stretching around him as you look up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
His own gaze burned into yours.
“Fuck,” he hisses, slipping his cock out.
You gasp at the loss, lips swollen.
You let out a soft, startled sound as he hoists you up onto the cool counter, your back hits the mirror behind the vanity, and Yoongi stands between your thighs.
His palm slide up the inside of your thigh, forcing them open wider.
He drags the swollen head of his cock along your folds, slick with your arousal. His other hand came to your jaw. One deep thrust and you cry out his name, and Yoongi captures it in a messy kiss.
Your gasp was sharp, ripped straight from your lungs as he bottomed out inside you, the stretch making your eyes squeeze shut—but Yoongi didn’t let you hide.
His body was pressed tightly between your thighs, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the steamy glass.
“Look at you,” he growls, thrusting hard, “Fucking dumb on my cock.”
You whimper in response.
“You think anyone else could fuck you like this?” he hisses, lips brushing your ear.
You shook your head frantically, tears finally slipping down your cheeks, “N-No, Yoongi—only you.”
“That’s right,” he growled, pace unrelenting. “You’re mine. This sweet little pussy, all mine."
He grabs your thighs, hoisting you closer to the edge as his thrusts turns downright brutal.
Your head falls back with a sobbed moan, mouth open, drool trailing from the corner of your lips as your walls clenched tighter.
“I—Yoongi, I’m close,” you gasp, voice high and wrecked, each breath punched out of you with the way he slams into you over and over, your thighs trembling around his hips.
Of course he knows. He feels the way you’re fluttering around him, pulling him in, desperate to tip over.
“Not yet,” he growls, voice rough in your ear.
You let out a broken sound, frustration spilling into a sob, your nails digging into his shoulders. But he’s already pulling out, your body twitching from the sudden emptiness.
Yoongi grabs your waist and slides you off the counter.
Your legs barely hold you up as he spins you around, your palms splayed on the mirror, your cheek flushed against the surface. His hand guides your hips back, arching you until you’re right where he wants you.
One ruthless thrust that has your eyes flying open, a loud, helpless moan spilling from your lips. “Fuck,” you cry out, your breath fogging the mirror. “Yoongi—”
His mouth finds your neck, teeth sinking into your skin with a sharp bite that has you clenching around him instantly.
He groans at that, sucking a mark into your skin.
“Mine,” he snarls against your throat.
His hand slides up your chest, your sternum and closes firmly around your throat. His body is burning against yours, muscles tense, heat radiating between you.
“Open your eyes,” he growls.
Your lashes flutter. You look wrecked. Your gaze meets his through the mirror. Yoongi's dark eyes locked onto you, jaw clenched as he rasps against your ear.
“The only Min you’ll ever get is this one.”
You clench around him so hard it makes both of you groan. Your legs buckle, body begging to come undone.
“You wanna come, baby?” he whispers. “Say it.”
The grip on your throat sends heat straight through you. You nod, trembling, as your voice cracks, “Y-Yes, Yoongi please—”
His free hand slides down your front, trailing between your thighs, already soaked and trembling and finds your clit.
Your moan was filthy, echoing off the walls. You couldn't even try to bite it back.
If anyone was outside the door, there’d be no doubt about what was happening in here. The obscene sounds of his hips slamming into you, your cries, was undeniable. Yoongi didn’t care. In fact, it only spurred him on. “Louder,” he hissed into your ear. “Let them fucking hear who owns you.”
His fingers moved in merciless, dragging you faster toward the edge than you could handle.
You couldn’t breathe.
You couldn’t think.
Your body trembled so hard it was barely standing, your palms slipping on the mirror as you braced yourself, tears sliding down your flushed cheeks. His cock pounded into you, filling you so deep you swore you felt him everywhere.
You sobbed out his name, gasping.
And Yoongi was right there, mouth at your ear, voice low and dark as sin.
“Come for me, baby. Ruin this mirror. Ruin yourself."
Your orgasm hits you so intense it robs you of breath. Your body locks up, trembling hard around him, and you scream his name like it’s the only word you know, your voice shattering under the force of it. Your walls pulse around him, clenching with desperate rhythm, and he groans.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls through clenched teeth, hips crashing against you one final time. “All mine.”
He buries himself deep spilling inside you with a broken curse.
His forehead drops against the side of your head.
Tears stream down your face from the overwhelming release, legs barely holding you upright.
His cock still twitches inside you.
He slips out of you carefully, catching your body as it slumps forward, cradling you against his chest. His hand rubs soothing circles over your bare back.
“Shhh,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, lips brushing your temple. “You did so fucking good. I got you.”
Your tears wet his neck as you try to calm down. His thumb brushes your cheek, catching the tear trails.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
You nod, sniffling as he’s rubs your back.
“I might intentionally piss you off sometime if it gets you like this.” You manage to speak after a moment.
You feel him pause for a second. Then a dangerous chuckle rumbles from his chest, as he looks down at you.
Those dark eyes flicker with something primal, half warning, half promise.
He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, as leans in.
“Don’t tempt me,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. “Because you know I’ll fucking ruin you all over again.”
Your thighs clench involuntarily. When Min Yoongi says that, you know he means it.
Especially after tonight.