#minyoongismut

[huysmut]

1. backstage

2. the landlord

3. make me

4. eargasm

5. the early shift

[hskrealm]

Recite.

“Look, Yoongi...” You began, walking slowly around his office with your hands behind your back at the area where your waist and hips met.

Yoongi said nothing, although your lack of formality angered him slightly. His eyes just followed the way your hips twisted from side to side as you paced back and forth from one wall to the next. 

He found it interesting how you kept such a head strong attitude when being presented to him with the get up of your choosing to attend church-- which was a skirt that was entirely too short, (even when you were kneeling down to pray), and a top that was cut so low that he could practically see your breasts in his peripheral even if he wasn’t looking anywhere remotely near you.

To put it simply, you weren’t the average church goer that he saw every Sunday at 10 am.

“I know that I seem like a bit of work, but I came here for a purpose, I swear that I did.” You stopped pacing once the words finally tumbled out of your mouth like a jumbled mess.

“What’s the purpose, then?” He finally spoke, positioning himself more comfortably in his swivel chair with his legs spread open invitingly.

You immediately took note of that, fighting back the smirk that threatened to overtake your features as your mind began to fill with the endless thoughts of him destroying you over that desk that had his stupid fucking name plate on it.

“To learn?” You responded, as if he’d just asked you a stupid question. Well, he did, you thought.

“To learn what?” He emphasized, pressing his hands together and sitting them on top of his desk.

“To learn how to be good, Yoongi.” He hissed in disappointment, shaking his head from side to side as he opened one of the drawers behind his desk.

You watched curiously as he quickly pulled out whatever it was that he was searching for and sat it in his lap.

He returned his gaze back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. 

“Turn around.” He said calmly, spinning his index finger around in a circle to allow you to visualize what he wanted you to do.

With a snort, you spun on your heels to face the back wall of his office.

You crossed your arms over your chest and poked one of your hips out in defiance as you heard the sound of his chair creaking behind you. There was more brief movement before you heard slow, easily paced steps against the hardwood floor.

He approached you rather quickly despite how slow he was walking.

You continued to ignore his presence as his breath fanned over your neck.

 “Get on your knees.” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your mouth.

Suddenly, there was a quick impact against the back of your knees, and it stung.

Bad.

The quick hit with--well, whatever it was-- caused your knees to buckle, and you fell to the ground in front of Yoongi.

He laughed. Pathetic.

He placed an object in front of your face.

It was too close for you to register what it was, but when he dropped it against the floor with a thud and you flinched, you realized that it was a Bible.

You laughed again. This wasn’t what you expected.

“What, do you want me to learn the books of the bib-- Yoongi!” You gasped when he kicked your back with the tip of his shoe, forcing you to bend over on the floor.

To his surprise, you were wearing panties. You wouldn’t leave with them, though.

“For every slap, I want you to say each book of the Bible in order.”

“Every sla-- ow, fuck!”‘ You whimpered, when what you registered as a paddle made contact with your nearly bare ass.

“You came here to learn, didn’t you?” He slapped you with the paddle again. You bit your lip and pushed your hips backward against him.

“I’d be quiet if I were you. My office door is never locked, just in case someone decides to actually make good use of my time.” He walked around to face you, bending down so that he was eye level with you.

You really did feel pathetic now.

He opened the Bible for you, motioning toward what he wanted you to say while maintaining eye contact with you.

“Can you do that? It’s a simple task, really.” He grabbed the bottom of the object in his hand and twirled it around lazily.

You were right. It was a paddle.

You nodded.

“Speak.” He spoke promptly. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, Yoongi.” He slapped your cheek with the paddle. You gasped.

“Yes, who?” You shivered at the tone of his voice.

“Yes, Pastor Min.” He smiled and stood up, walking around to stand behind you once more.

“Maybe you aren’t a lost cause. You’re learning already.” He smiled wickedly, before delivering a harsh spank to your right ass cheek.

“Recite the books.”

[bubble-tae-kpop]

After Work

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Car Sex

Plot: Yoongi went to pick Y/N from work and it led to something more

Words: 961

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Y/N POV:

I was sitting in my office at work doing something on my computer.

While I was working, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in." I yelled loud enough for whoever it was can hear it.

The door opened and it revealed Yoongi.

"Oh hey Yoongi." I greeted still looking at my computer.

"Hey." He said.

"What do you need?" I asked him.

"Remember I said that I was going to pick you up from work today." He told me.

"Wait, what time is it?" I asked with my eyes wide.

"It's 5 o'clock." He told me.

"Oh okay." I said while saving everything and turning the computer off.

Then I got up and got my things and started walking out with Yoongi following me.

When we got to his car, he opened the door for me. While I was getting in the car, Yoongi slapped my butt.

He closed the door and went to the drivers side and got in the car.

I looked over at Yoongi and he was already staring at me with a smirk on his face.

He leaned closer to me and started kissing me. I kissed him back and he started kissing rougher.

He pulled back and started driving. Instead of driving back home he drove to a place where there was no people and parked there.

"Why are we here Yoongi?" I asked him confused.

"Go in the back seat babygirl." Was all he said before stepping out of the car.

I went in back seat still confused. He got in and pulled me closer to him. He started kissing me again and I kissed back without hesitation.

His hands went around my waist pulling my deeper into the kiss.

"Sit on my lap." He demanded.

I sat on his lap like he told me to do and started kissing me again but rougher than before.

I felt something poking my womanhood. I can tell he was hard.

His hands went to my ass and squeezed. I moaned in the kiss and he took the chance to put his tongue in my mouth exploring. Our tongues fought for dominance. He won of course.

He then pushed me so my back was on the seat. He was hovering over me and started taking my shirt off.

After he took my shirt off, started kissing down my neck leaving love bites. Once he found my sweet spot, he bit it and I moaned out in pleasure.

He then took my skirt off and started rubbing my clit through my panties. I was moaning from the pleasure.

He then took his shirt off and then he took his pants off along with his boxers. His member sprung out proudly hitting his stomach.

"Suck it babygirl." He said while laying on the seat.

I bit my lip while going to him.

I started kissing his member on the sides and the tip. He was moaning and groaning from the pleasure.

"D-don't t-tease me babygirl." He moaned out.

I then put his member in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around what wouldn't fit in my mouth.

I started bobbing my head up and down his member. I was going slow causing him to groan from pleasure.

I started going faster which caused him to moan out loudly. I felt his member twitch in my mouth.

"I'm close babygirl." He moaned.

I started bobbing my head faster and soon I felt his liquid spill into my mouth and down my throat.

I swallowed his cum and looked up towards him. He was breathing heavily while looking at me.

He then reached over and took my bra off and started sucking on my nipple while massaging the other breast.

I was moaning from the pleasure. He pulled away and went down to my womanhood. He bit the hem of my panties and pulled them off. He then started sucking on my clit causing me to moan out loud.

"You like that babygirl?" He asked me while still sucking on my clit.

All I could do was moan as an answer. He then put his tongue into my womanhood and started moving in and out.

I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew that I was close to cumming.

I came in his mouth and he came up and kissed me making me taste myself.

He then aligned his member to my entrance.

"Are you ready babygirl?" He asked me.

I nodded my head and he started putting his member inside me. I grabbed onto his shoulder from the pain. He waited for me to adjust to his size.

I then felt a loud of pleasure and moaned out. Yoongi took that as a signal to start moving.

He started thrusting in me at a slow pace.

"F-faster d-daddy." I moaned out.

He didn't hesitate to start thrusting into me faster. I felt another knot in my stomach signaling that I was close to cumming.

"I-I'm going to c-cum." I warned him.

"H-hold it babygirl." He told me while moaning.

I felt his member twitch inside me signaling he was close to cumming as well.

"C-cum for me babygirl."

I came at the same time Yoongi did. He kept thrusting in me to ride out our highs.

He then pulled out of me and collapsed on top of me panting heavily.

"I love you Y/N." Yoongi said.

"I love you too Yoongi." I said.

We then put our clothes back on and went back to the front seat.

"Be prepared for round two at home babygirl." He told me.

"Can't wait." I said with a smirk on my face.

We then started heading home for round two.

[taegienthusiasts]

Request #??? (Yoongi as a DADDY)

Author’s Note: Okay so first of all I’m so sorry this took so long. We were so busy with finals and just never got around to writing :/ 

Disclaimer: I didn’t know if you wanted an imagine or like what Eggy does with the medical bts or bts as boyfriends so...I’m sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. -Reggie

Request: “Can I have a request on how Yoongi would be as a Daddy?”

Yoongi slammed the door shut behind him and pushed you against the kitchen counter lifting you up to sit on the edge with your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“You think you can get away with teasing me at dinner? Hmmm kitten?” he whispered into your ear. You shivered at his words and goosebumps tingled up your lower back as he made his way down to your neck. You had gone out with Yoongi and the boys and managed to tease Yoongi under the table without anyone knowing. You could see his eyes light up at the sudden surprise of your hand unzipping his pants and sliding under his waistband. You knew that if you misbehaved there would be consequences but you were too far in to stop. 

“Yoongi?” you muttered under your breath wanting to take this into the bedroom. He stopped and he gazed down at your glassy eyes. His eyes were narrow and full of lust. As if any minute he would snap and take you right then and there. Without any warning, Yoongi scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom. 

He pinned you down on the bed crashing his lips to yours, and once again you moaned his name.

“What did you just call me kitten?” He questioned. He slid his hand up to your neck and tightened his grip on your throat. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy” you moaned. 

“That’s what I thought, now on your knees.” Yoongi backed off of the bed and stood before you. You crawled onto your knees and positioned yourself so you were facing him. Your eyes glanced up and he smirked at you dragging his thumb across your bottom lip slowly tugging it down. 

“Such a pretty mouth on my slut.” You shivered at the name. You loved it when he called you his. He ordered you to open so you did letting enter your mouth. And you took all of him in, the feeling of his length sliding into the back of your throat caused you to moan. He smiled at the sound of you taking him, and he slowly but forcefully grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you farther along. You began taking him again and setting a steady pace as he pulled you along with his hands. You could feel him twitch when you choked for the first time. You twirled your tongue around his head and he quivered, quickly pulling your head off of his cock. 

“Fuck, my cock-slut is so good at her job.” he moaned, pushing you back down on the bed so you were laying on your back. 

“Anything for you Daddy.” you teased puckering your lips. He leaned over and jammed his tongue down your throat tasting himself from earlier. He grabbed your breasts and teased you, brushing his thumb over your nipples. He made his way down to your chest and left dark bruises, sucking as hard as he could.

“You need to know who you belong to.” You shivered at his words and he started kissing you lower and lower making his way down to your hips. You bucked up when his breath hitched over your clit. He began teasing you. He finally pulled your skirt up all the way and thumbed your clit over your panties. 

“Off.” he ordered and your hands flew to your skirt and panties flinging them off and throwing them to the other side of the room. 

“Fuck, I want you so bad Daddy.” you whined and instantly, Yoongi pushed inside of you, filling your walls with his length. You moaned into the crook of his neck and he began pushing himself farther until you couldn’t take him anymore. 

“You like it when Daddy fucks you slut?” you nodded your head up and down and he smirked again causing you to buck your hips up again. Yoongi slowed down his pace and fucked you slow and sloppy. He was close and he wanted to drag this out as long as he could. 

“Daddy, please let me cum, I know you’re close too.” Within seconds, Yoongi went full throttle, pounding into you as hard as his could, the sound of your bodies clapping together filled the bedroom, and as you reached your climax you felt him twitch inside you as you rode out your finish. He folded over on top of you, a sweaty mess. He was still inside you while you both laid in the bed for a few minutes. 

“You’re such a good slut for Daddy.” He whispered into your chest. You nodded your head and twirled his hair through your fingers. Yoongi pulled out and cleaned the both of you up. He crawled back into the bed and you curled up next to him. Before you fell asleep you heard him faintly whisper.

“I love you (Y/N).” 

[yoonmincode]

you know you shouldn’t leave me for this long

f/m - yoongi x reader / genre: smut

as a consequence of yoongi’s work, you haven’t felt his touch for a month, until you hear soft whimpers from his studio…

The text lingered in your chat history for at least another 2 hours since it had been sent - “I’ll be done soon baby, I promise.” He never ever broke his promises. 2 hours seemed a pretty long time considering he said ‘soon’. 

You locked your phone and slipped it into the pocket of your shorts, rolling your eyes. Pulling your knees into your chest, you pressed play on the movie you were planning to watch with Yoongi. You couldn’t help but feel needy. You hadn’t felt his touch in a month, he’d been so busy. It was always just a 'hi’ and a quick kiss on the forehead when he returned from dance practice and straight into the studio. You pulled your phone back out from your pocket and went onto Twitter. Scrolling down your timeline you saw a tweet from Yoongi: “Busy making music, busy with you on my mind.” You sighed. You knew he missed you but his work always came first and you had to respect that. That was until you heard soft moans coming from down the hallway. You turned down the volume of the movie to make sure you were hearing right. Yoongi. 

You stood up, slinging your phone onto the sofa. Pulling up your shorts, you slowly tip-toed over down the hallway to the door of his studio. “Mmhm.” A soft moan rang into your ears. You pushed your hands up against the door, the sound of him sending you weak instantly. His breathing was deep, and loud. You could almost picture his face through the door. “Fuck… y/n.” He groaned. Holy shit. You bit your lips as you twisted the doorknob as quietly as possible, feeling yourself getting more and more turned on by the second. You stepped in, closing the door behind you and stood. There he was, hand pumping swiftly, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. “Holy fuck.” You mouthed, making sure not to disturb him. “Y/n…” he moaned once more, his eyebrows knitting together. You looked down at the silk jacket that hugged his shoulders, t-shirt that clung to his chest, the sweatpants that were halfway down his thighs. He bucked his hips into his hand, a groan escaping his throat. He had never ever looked this beautiful … and hot … oh my god, he looked so hot. You ached to intertwine your fingers into his ice blonde locks but his hair was pushed into his favourite snap-back that he always wore backwards. He looked so, so good. You needed to taste him. You had to. Fuck. You decided to listen to your instincts and crept over towards him. 

He was in such a trance he didn’t even notice as you knelt down between his legs. “Yoongi-ah.” You breathed. You saw his body tense up as his hand stopped moving. You curled your fingers around his palm and intertwined your fingers into his. He looked down at you, eyes half-open. It took him a second to realise you were really there. “Oh shit…” he leaned forwards, his cheeks blushing a shade of pink, eyes widening. “Relax baby, let me help you…” you whispered before licking your lips. You took him into your mouth, your free hand holding the base of him. He took a sharp breath in through his teeth, his head falling back. “Mmhm…” he groaned, his hand tightening its grip on yours. You swirled your tongue around the tip before moving down his shaft. You hollowed your cheeks and moved back up. “Fuck…” he breathed, his free hand moving to hold your hair back. You leaned up and gathered a pool of saliva in your mouth, spitting onto his length. You looked up at him as he looked down to you, his eyebrows furrowed, head tilted. “You’re so…. fucking…..” his breathing hitched as you swirled your tongue around him once more, your hand pumping up and down his shaft, “…. hot….” he managed to get the words out just as his voice was swallowed by low moans and groans. You took your hand from his and allowed it to cup his balls. You squeezed them gently and you felt him tense up, hips begging to buck. “Holy shit.” He sunk lower into his chair, lifting his hand to bite onto his knuckles. You moved your mouth up and down him, in time with your hand while your other hand fondled his balls gently. You were driving him crazy and you knew it. You brought your hand up and ran your nails gently along his thigh before letting it fall down into your lap. “Y/n…” he whimpered, his head coming up to watch you. You hollowed your cheeks once more as you came up, your tongue curling around his tip. You moved your head so it was now just your hand doing all the work. 

“Yoongi-ah…” you breathed, wanting to send him over the edge, “you know you shouldn’t leave me for this long…” you smirked as his head tipped back, his lips falling into an 'O’ shape. His hips bucked up into your touch and you knew he was close. You fucked with him more, using words you knew drove him insane. “Yoongi-ah, you don’t understand how long I’ve had to fuck myself for, when I needed you, so, so bad.” You blew warm air onto his tip, his hips bucking once more as his hand let go of your hair, falling onto his chest. His breathing hitched as he heard the words leave your lips: “Come for me…” you looked at him through hooded eyes, “come for me.” That was it. He let out a low, husky growl as his white liquid dripped from him. You instantly wrapped your lips around him, making sure to lap up every drop. “Fuck… y/n.” He spluttered, breathless from the over-simulation, before collapsing into his chair. “What the fuck…” he breathed in disbelief, still coming down from his high. You pushed yourself up, leaning against the desk. He shuffled in his seat looking up at you whilst he pulled his sweats back up, a flush of pink caressed his cheeks. “You said you would be done soon.” You huffed , pushing yourself up away from the desk, approaching the door, mumbling; “I made you dinner if you’re hungry.” You felt his hand grip your wrist, turning you around, causing you to smirk at the fact you got the exact reaction you knew you were going to get from him. He was stood before you. “I’m not hungry for dinner.” He almost whispered the words as his lips crashed onto your neck, hands grabbing your waist as he pushed his hips into yours. 

“Yoongi…" 

[yoonmincode]

let me take care of you..

f/m - yoongi x reader / genre: smut

yoongi shows you how much he means it when he says he loves you

You lay on the silk sheets, the man of your dreams in front of you. You somehow felt like you weren’t ready. Every text, every phone call, every kiss had lead to this moment. His hand wandered down to the inside of your thigh. You squeezed your legs shut, curling your lips into your mouth. Yoongi brought himself back up to meet your face with his, his hands either side of your head. “Let me…” he almost whispered the words as his lips brushed against yours, “… let me take care of you.” 

Heat crawled along your cheeks as he lowered his lips to meet yours, kissing you with every ounce of lust in him. “Baby.” He moved to your ear. “I can show you how much I really mean it when I say I love you.” You sighed and let your legs fall open. “Show me.” You whispered. He kissed your neck, then your chest. His hand rubbed along your thigh, squeezing gently. His kisses trailed down your stomach and finally to your thighs. He pushed your legs up so they were either side of his head and peppered soft kisses along the insides of your thighs. He looked down at your naked sex in front of him and took his bottom lip in with his teeth, shaking his head slightly. “Fuck… you are so…” his eyes met yours; “so beautiful.” His eyes fell onto your core once more and he lowered his head until you felt his lips press onto your sex. “Yoongi…” you breathed. His tongue slipped into your core as he swiped upwards making sure to lick every inch of you. You could almost feel the smirk on his face. He moaned gently sending a vibration onto your sensitive nub. Your breathing hitched as your let your hands fall onto your naked breasts. “Yoongi…” you repeated. He curled his tongue into your core as he brought his thumb up to stimulate your clit. Instantly you grabbed a fistful of his hair. He moaned once more and began to pick up the pace. His tongue reached every inch of your slick, making sure to explore every crevice until he reached it. The spot. He found it and he knew. “Shit…” you bit your lips and pulled on his hair. “Right there.” You swirled your hips as you began to chase your orgasm. His thumb circled in perfect time with the rapid strokes of his tongue. He moaned again. “Fuck Yoongi… I’m close.” You hummed curling your lips into your mouth as you let your head fall back onto the pillow, your free hand taking in a fistful of the sheets. His tongue stroked your G-spot with every lick and you could feel his smirk growing. Fuck. Your stomach knotted as you began to clench making the feeling of his thumb on your clit even more intense. Knowing you were close, his free hand snaked up your waist and fell onto your left breast which he cupped and squeezed gently. Your hand fell on top of his. “Yoongi…” you moaned. You felt him moan once more. “I’m…” your muscles flexed as your toes curled. You screamed his name as your juices exploded. He curled his tongue and circled his thumb over and over. “Fuck me!” you screamed. He lifted his head and licked his lips. You could barely catch your breath as you chased your high. Before you knew it, his lips were on your neck. “Mmhm” you moaned as you squeezed your legs shut, your thighs slick with your juices. He pushed himself up and bit his lips, pushing his black hair away from his face. His hand fell onto his length as he slowly pumped it. “So beautiful” he repeated looking down at your body before him. He tapped your knee asking you for entrance. You let your legs fall open once again as he positioned himself, still pumping his length.

[kimdamnjoonnsfw]

Beautiful. (Yoongi Smut) {BTS}

Summary: Video games make you mad sometimes. But that's okay, you have your boyfriend to calm you down and relieve stress.

*Naui Yeosin- My goddess

*Cheonsa- angel

Trigger Warning: Self-harm scars.

---~---

You threw your controller down, an incoherent string of profanities leaving your mouth in the process. “This is fucking bullshit!” was the end of many heated words. “Aish Jaigya, you should really watch your mouth, maybe you should take a break from your game.” You turned around to see Yoongi standing in your doorway trying to hide the amused look on his face as he watched you play. You glared at him and huffed at him. “You know I can’t quit right now. I almost had it this time.”

 You were playing through BioShock Infinite again, with the intent of 100% completion of the game. But you were caught up with the Zeppelin. Just like you had been for almost 2 hours now. You were furious. Even on your second time playing through the game, it seemed impossible. Yoongi walked over to you and started massaging your shoulders. “Relax Cheonsa*, I’m sure you’ll get it this time.” You sighed, just wanting to be over with your game already. “Even if I do, I have to deal with the ending again.” Yoogni laughed softly and your lips formed a pout. “It’s not funny! Don’t you remember last time?!”

 He kissed your cheek. “Of course I do, I thought you were going to rip your hair out of your head. I still don’t understand why.” You turned around to face him. “Maybe you would understand if you would give the game a chance.” He shrugged. “It just doesn’t seem like my kind of game.” You rolled your eyes. “If I win this time, you have to play it.” He raised an eyebrow. “and if you don’t?” Now it was your turn to shrug. “You can pick your poison.” He smirked at you. “If you don’t, you’ll show me yourself.” “Min Yoongi, you know I have no confidence in my body! I can’t...” He leaned over and kissed your nose. “I really don’t see why, naui cheonsa, you’re beautiful, I really do mean that.”

 You looked back towards your screen, finally deciding to start again on your attempt of destroying the final Zeppelin. “Fine. I accept.” You saw Yoongi perk up out of the corner of your eye. “You’re serious?” You nodded, tuning into the screen in front of you, blocking out your surroundings. 15 minutes later, you had completed the game, meaning your boyfriend now had to play it. “Soon you’ll understand why this game leaves me so stressed.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and gave you a quick kiss before getting up and turning to leave the room. “Yoongi… wait. Come to the bedroom in 10 minutes.”

 His eyes widened and you offered him a shy smile. After he left, you rushed into your room. You pulled the shoe box of your shelf of the closet that held the lingerie you had for the day you would finally build the confidence to sleep with your boyfriend of almost 3 years. You pulled out your white set and quickly put it on, letting your hair down and quickly styling it into subtle waves. You put on some eyeliner and mascara, and red lipstick. You looked in the mirror, and you actually liked what you saw. No, not liked, you loved what you saw. You slipped on your white pumps and sat on the bed, waiting for Yoongi to come in. There was only a minute left. You heard Yoongi’s alarm go off and his footsteps approaching the door. 

 You swallowed hard as your watch the doorknob slowly turn. As soon as Yoongi saw you, his breath hitched and he froze. “Y/N...” his face melted into an expression of sheer admiration and love, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “You’re so beautiful...” You could barely hear him, and his eyes quite literally started watering. You got up and walked over to him, hugging him with your head on his chest. “I love you Yoongi.” You weren’t a virgin, and Yoongi knew that, but you hadn’t ever exposed any of your scars in your near 3 years being with him. You hadn’t put any makeup on your wrists, your stomach or your thighs, your scars striking through your otherwise flawless skin. Obviously, the raised ones were different, but there weren’t many of those.

 You pulled away, and Yoongi flipped your wrists up towards him, kissing up your scars. Now your eyes were filling with tears. He slowly backed you towards the bed, kissing down your stomach and your thighs, making sure to kiss all of your scars. He pulled back up and kissed you gently, cupping your face with his hands. “Naui Yeosin*” He stared into your eyes for a moment before kissing you again. After a while, he pulled away, pulling his shirt over his head, and slipping off his sweatpants. You pulled of your garters and thigh highs, and unclasped your bra,  sliding it off gently. You grabbed Yoongi’s face and kissed him passionately, trying to express your love for him in a single kiss as he slowly teased your nipples with his hands.

 When you finally pulled away, you both removed your underwear, and you laid back on your mattress, waiting for your boyfriend to put on one of the condoms he kept in his nightstand. You never thought you would really need them, but you were definitely glad you had them. He hovered above you, slowly pushing himself into your throbbing core, earning a moan from you. “Even the little noises you make are beautiful, Jaigya.” You felt the blush rising on your cheeks as you looked up at him. Your voice a near whisper. “Oppa... don’t be gentle.” His eyes lit up as soon as the words left your mouth. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Cheonsa?“ You nodded.

 He pulled almost all the way out, pinning your wrists above your head, and slammed back in. You back arched and you gasped at the feeling, your eyes rolling back in your head. “Yoongi... Fuck!” He kept thrusting harshly into you, picking up speed. “It’s Oppa.” He leaned down and growled at you, biting your ear. You opened your eyes only to have them roll back in your skull again when you felt his hand wrap around your throat, your high approaching quickly now. You started tightening around him, and he chuckled. “Feeling good, princess?”

 You nodded, unable to speak and form a reply. Yoongi tightened his grip on your throat, and purred into your ear. “Cum for me, Cheonsa.” You were a fucked out mess as an incoherent string of profanities came from your mouth, your vision clouding with white as Yoongi fucked you through your orgasm. A few thrust later, he had finished, pulling out and removing the condom, looking at you with a smile plastered on his face. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Please don’t forget that. I love you.” You giggled, and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. “I love you too, Min Yoongi.”