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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Publicity

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 4.4k

You and Jungkook go on your first official date

warnings: oh god - public foreplay, toys, teasing, edging, overstimulation, daddy jk, bratty oc, rough unprotected sex

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Smoothing the black satin material over your curves you hum in approval, you’re not usually one to compliment yourself but even you have to admit – you look good. It’s 6:30PM and you’re about to leave for your first official date with Jungkook since signing the contract. He’s booked an Italian restaurant near Kensington Palace that’s just opened and the reviews are amazing, you’re already excited to try what some have branded ‘the best pizza in the world’. The driver, who you’ve recently learned is called Yoongi, is on route to your building so you’re making the final touches to your look before you head outside and wait for his arrival.

You’re standing in the full length mirror in your bedroom applying a nude lip gloss, snapping a few pictures to send Jimin because you need every ounce of ego-boost he’s willing to give to help battle your nerves. You know that the media will no-doubt see you and Jungkook tonight, this is your first public appearance as a ‘couple’ and you’re terrified of the fall out. The saying money can’t buy happiness is flawed though, because this satin backless dress cost almost three thousand pounds, and you’ve never been happier with the way you look.

At first you were angry with Jungkook for sending you ten thousand pounds directly to your bank account as you’d told him you didn’t want his money for the first night you slept together – you chose to have sex with him, you wanted to. But him being a CEO means he’s incredibly bossy and he flat out refused to take the money back, insisting you use it to pay off some of your debt and treat yourself to something nice. And this dress is very nice.

The dress isn’t the only new thing you’re wearing, feeling somewhat brave and sexually frustrated since it had been a whole two days since you last saw Jungkook for a night of impromptu kitchen sex, you’re also wearing recently purchased very special underwear – the kind that vibrates and comes with a small remote to control the speed. You chuckle as you throw the remote into your purse, already knowing your fake boyfriend’s reaction to this is going to be absolutely priceless.

Jimin: Holy shit! You look unreal!!! Are you wearing a push up bra? Your tits look massive

A bright smile catches your lips, you’re not wearing a bra at all since your entire back is exposed in this outfit. You could’ve opted to buy a backless bra but the idea of Jungkook seeing that the only thing holding your breasts in place are two tiny silky black straps is much more entertaining. You’d purposely styled your hair into a classy updo to draw more attention to the area.

Y/N: Thanks but no, I’m not wearing a bra

Jimin: Poor guys gonna have a heart attack

You smile again, locking the door behind you as you brace yourself for the night ahead.

The journey to the restaurant takes a little over thirty minutes, Jungkook had a late meeting that meant it made sense for him to meet you there instead of picking you up himself but you didn’t mind the alone time. You were adjusting the strap on your small black heels when the car finally stopped, signalling your arrival.

“Jungkook is already inside waiting for you.” Yoongi says matter-of-factly.

“Thank you for the ride.” You offer a polite smile, surprised when the driver is opening the door for you to exit. You weren’t used to this lifestyle at all, whenever you and Jimin would go drinking and get a taxi home half the time he would physically push you out the backseat and instruct the driver to leave you there as they made their way to his place. Further confirmation that you and Jungkook live in different worlds.

“Hi,” You greet the slim hostess who waits by the entrance, “Tables booked under Jungkook.”

“Ah, this way.”

The lady guides you to a table by a large window, where a gorgeous man wearing a fitted black suit, gazing at the London streets outside. Your heartrate quickens when he notices you approaching, his mouth falling open at the sight in front of him.

“I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.” He admits, standing to pull your chair back for you.

It should be illegal to look that good. Jungkook’s had a haircut since the last time you saw him, his raven locks are pushed back to reveal his forehead and thick brows. The suit he’s wearing leaves nothing to the imagination, his muscles threaten to burst from the fabric at any given moment – it’s the black dress shirt with the first three buttons undone, exposing his toned chest and silver chain that earns you to swallow thickly. He looks like a fucking god.

“Thank you,” A shiver runs down your bare back as he tucks you into the table and sits down across from you, “Have you had a haircut?”

“Oh, yeah...” He nods, running his tatted fingers through the new style, “Enough about how I look though… You look-, you’re stunning.” For the first time since meeting him he looks visibly in awe, his eyes hungrily roaming every inch of your exposed skin before settling on your face.

“What? This old thing?” You grin, “Just something I threw on last minute.” There’s really no point lying as you both know full-well you could’ve never afforded something like this a week ago, but it’s fun to pretend.

“I’m glad,” His gaze darkens with a chuckle, “Means I won’t feel guilty when I tear it off you later.”

The knots in your stomach tighten, every nerve in your body already aflame from his words. He’s so fucking sexy.

“I ordered wine for the table, you like wine right?” He asks while pouring you a glass of crimson red liquid, “I can order something else if you don’t.”

“I’m really not that picky,” You give him a genuine smile, “I trust your judgement, I’m sure it’s nice.” You reassure him as he seems nervous, or maybe it’s because you’re nervous and you’re reading into things too much. Afterall he’s done this countless times with countless women, you’re no different from the rest. A camera flash from the other side of the window grabs your attention, you glance in the direction it came from before Jungkook slides over your drink.

“Don’t pay attention to them,” He’s quiet but assertive, “You’ll get used to it after a while.”

“Debatable.” You feel uncomfortable, like you’re just another name in his little black book. “Is there a certain way you want me to act…? Do I need to do anything specific?”

“What? No.” He’s quick to dismiss your questions, reaching a tattooed hand over the table for you to hold. “Just be yourself, they can’t hear us from out there anyway.”

To any onlooker you might look like a genuine couple on a Friday date night, but the truth eats away at your insides as more cameras flash the moment you take his hand. Jungkook senses your discomfort and rubs his thumb reassuringly on your skin. It’s a pity that the situation is only a business arrangement to him, because you realise that he would be a great boyfriend. He’s caring, he’s funny, smart, driven, an absolute sex god in the bedroom and well, he makes you feel safe. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s growing on you.

It's a feeling that’s amplified over the evening as you get to know him better. You learn that he’s an only child to his Korean-born parents, he went to school in America before deciding to move to the UK and set up business here. He’s known Taehyung his whole life and very much considers him to be his best friend, he eats pretty much anything but he doesn’t like citrussy flavours – lemon being his least favourite. It’s not what you expected from someone like him at all, he wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had the world handed to him. He’s earned it, built everything he has from the ground up to be who he is now. It’s such a turn on seeing him like this, so much so that desire starts to cloud your judgement.

“Actually I have a present for you,” You smile knowingly, feeling a little buzzed from wine, having just finished an incredible pizza. “Put your hand under the table, so nobody else can see.”

Jungkook obliges, reaching his hand beneath the table cloth with furrowed brows, “A present? What kind of present?”

You grab the tiny remote from your purse and place it in his palm with a shit-eating expression. Under the table you can feel him trying to work out what it is, it’s when he presses a certain button that a faint hum causes you to jump in your seat.

“Is this what I think it is?” He asks with a smirk, his eyes hooded and blown out with lust.

“Maybe. Depends what you think it is.” You sigh, the light vibration of the panties beginning to make your head spin.

“Y/N…” He warns, clicking another button that speeds up the sensation. “You don’t know what you’ve just done to me.”

You chuckle, biting your lower lip to suppress a soft moan, “Don’t I?” Your suspicions were correct, his reaction is absolutely priceless.

He’s looking at you with a tight jaw, one hand gripping the stem of his wine glass while the other secretly works out the functions on the remote, “So fucking dirty, you really want to come so bad that you give me this kind of power, in a restaurant full of people?”

“I’ll be quiet I promise.” Your head almost lolls back from the growing pleasure between your thighs before you manage to catch it, brushing if off as though you’re stretching your neck. “It already feels so good.”

For the second time tonight Jungkook’s mouth falls open, dumbfounded by what he’s seeing in front of him. His grip tightens on the glass as he downs the remains of his wine, clicking his tongue when he’s finished. “You’re... Such a fucking brat,” He mumbles, “Showing up here looking like that and begging me to make you come. I bet you’re already so wet.”

“Mmm,” You nod, “I am, want to see?” You knock a clean knife from the table and kick it between your legs, a smug smile tugs your lips, “You appear to have dropped your knife Jungkook, you should grab that.”

Without a moment of hesitation he’s under the table, roughly spreading your legs apart wide enough to see your wet pulsating panties. You hear him mutter something that sounds like ‘fuck’ as he pushes the fabric to one side, his inked digits smearing your slick up to your clit. A quiet moan escapes you before you have the chance to catch it, the restaurant is full but nobody appears to have heard you and thankfully nobody is looking in your direction.

“You have no fucking idea what you’ve just done.” He’s loud enough for you to hear, pulling your panties back to their original position before he picks up the discarded knife and returns to his seat. “Would you like a dessert?” He acts calm, though his ragged breathing and balled fist on the table suggest he’s feeling otherwise.

“No thanks, ready to leave when you are.” You’re borderline laughing at his expression which doesn’t go unnoticed – a split second later the setting increases. “Oh-“ You gasp, quickly scanning the area to make sure nobody heard it.

“You sure? I don’t plan on leaving just yet.” It’s his turn to be smug as he calls the hostess over, “Can I get the tiramisu please? Thanks.”

“And how about you?” She asks, notepad in hand.

“Uh-,” He increases the speed once again, because you’re so wet the panties are sticking to your sensitive bundle of nerves, the new vibration against it is enough to make your heart race.

“Do you have gelato?” Jungkook asks her with a smile, “Y/N you look a little warm, gelato will cool you down.”

“Mhm, gelato sounds great.” You manage to breathe out, “Any flavour is good thank you.” You chip in before she asks.

It takes everything in you not to moan, you are warm, heat rapidly spreading your body as the euphoric wave draws in closer and closer. You don’t even notice the waitress walk away, too focussed on the intensifying pleasure under the table.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” Your date shifts uncomfortably, “Tell me, how good does it feel?”

“So…good.” Your breath is shaky, hands gripping your glass hard enough to break it.

“Are you close baby?” His voice is low and dripping with lust, the pet name adds a certain pang to your growing arousal as you nod in agreement. “You are? Have you always been this filthy? With your exes, I mean.”

You shake your head, briefly holding his eye contact, “Only for you.”

A possessive growl rumbles inside his chest and before you know it the speed setting is increased again, your mouth falls open and your brows furrow as you involuntarily press your thighs together, your wetness spreading down to the very tops of them. You’re painfully close to reaching ecstasy when the hostess comes back over with your desserts, winning you to gulp and attempt to fix your facial expressions.

“Thank you.” Jungkook is quick to take a forkful of his, waiting for the lady to walk away before he holds the cutlery to his mouth, “If only this was your wet little pussy.” You watch his tongue lick the cream from the underside of the fork agonisingly slow, he moans softly with closed eyes, nodding his head, “Tastes so fucking good.”

“Jungkook…” You’re breathing heavily with your mouth, chest rising and falling with each breath, you’re so turned on that your nipples are hard beneath the thin material of your dress which wins a dark expression from the man across the table. “I’m gonna-“

The vibrations stop all of a sudden winning you to whimper from the loss of stimulation, pressing your legs together in an attempt to find any friction.

“You should eat your gelato before it melts.” The way Jungkook’s looking at you should be illegal, he’s acting calm and collected but that couldn’t be further from the truth – the truth remains untold, visible only in his eyes, he’s feeling just as desperate as you. “Try and be quick though, cause I’m gonna fuck you so hard for this.”

“This cost like three grand, don’t ruin it.” You moan against his lips, back firmly pressed against his bedsheets with his arms caging you in. For the first time ever you’ve actually managed to make it inside Jungkook’s bedroom, the other times you’ve visited you’d both got too carried away and ended up fucking somewhere else, but not tonight. Tonight, by some miracle, you’re atop of his white bedding, tongue swirling against his, fingers tugging at his shorter hair and hips buckling up to his crotch as you silently beg for attention where you want him most.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He murmurs between messy kisses, biting down on your lip when you tut in response. “I’ll buy you whatever you want.” You groan every time he kisses your neck in a certain spot, sucking the flesh harsh enough to mark. “You can have whatever you want from me baby.”

You whine loudly as he completely pulls back, resting his weight on his knees. He’s looking down at you like he’s hypnotized, his inked hands trailing their way up your thighs before he quickly spreads your legs apart. A moment later he’s physically tearing your new dress from your frame, ripping it from the neckline all the way down to the bottom of the material.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He sinks down to your now bare breasts, tongue finding your left nipple instantaneously while his fingers tweak the right.

“Fuck!” You whimper, throwing your head back into his pillows. You couldn’t care less that your dress is ruined, the mental image of Jungkook’s sheer strength as he tore it off you was better than any piece of clothing – and something that will no doubt haunt you forever.

“Fuck me Jungkook, please fuck me-“ You’re shamelessly begging him, you need to feel his cock buried inside you now. “Fuck me, god, fuck me.” You’re a panting mess beneath him, so overwhelmed by his skills.

“I almost forgot.” He pulls back his hand, just enough to reach into his pocket and grab the small remote you’d gifted him earlier. “How much of a brat you are.” He chuckles against your sensitive skin as you grip his shoulders in preparation.

“Take off your shirt.” You tug at the material, “I want to feel your skin on mine.” You’d never seen him naked before and the mere thought of what kind of body a guy like him must have makes you insane, “Please.”

“Please what?” His movements still completely.

Your tone changes, knowing exactly what he wants, “Please let me feel your body… Daddy.”

At this he smirks, disregarding the remote somewhere next to you as he sits back on his knees. One by one the buttons of his dress shirt are undone, and you can’t help but moan at the sight of him. Just like you suspected, he’s ripped. His tanned muscular skin is littered with dark tattoos, a full sleeve coats his right arm and there are a few more intricate pieces on his chest and stomach. How the tattoo needle didn’t snap from his rock hard abs you’ll never know.

“Oh my god.” You’re in awe, “You’re perfect.”

“Look who’s talking.” He chuckles, throwing the shirt behind him onto the wooden flooring. “Daddy wants to take his time with you tonight, consider it payback for that little stunt you pulled on our first date.”

“No please, you can do that after but please I need you to fuck me now, I’ve been waiting all night for this.” You confess, unable to peel your gaze away from the man’s body that looks as though it’s been carved by angels.

“Stop being a fucking brat,” He falls forward on the bed, catching his weight with his arms either side of your head, “The more you complain the worse it’ll be for you.”

Gripping either side of his face you crash his mouth onto yours in a sloppy desperate kiss, your final attempt to get him to cave and fuck you immediately.

“You make me crazy Y/N.” He groans against your lips. Without you noticing he’s found the small remote, turning the vibrations on full against your soaking core.

“Oh-!” Your back arches from the new sensation, these panties might just be the best investment you’ve ever made, “Please let me come this time-, please.” You writhe beneath him as the sensation causes a wave of euphoria to crash over you, your orgasm already fast approaching. “I started taking the pill over a week ago, I want you to fuck me raw, right now.” You’re pleading with him, “Please daddy fuck me raw.”

“Such a dirty little slut,” Jungkook moans, pushing his clothed cock against your vibrating panties. “If I fuck you right now I’m not going to go easy on you baby. Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” You reach for his belt, unbuckling it effortlessly, “You can punish me all you want, but punish me with your cock please.”

Jungkook doesn’t need telling twice, your words igniting a fire inside him that pushes him over the edge, completely losing any ounce of self-restraint he had moments before. He quickly rids himself of all clothing, his hard length springing free and slapping him in the abdomen in the process. The vibrations are white hot now, your orgasm is almost upon you, your body shaking underneath him.

“I’m gonna-!” It’s Jungkook pushing your panties to a side just enough so that he can slide every inch of himself into your hole that sends you into ecstasy, your walls immediately tightening around his manhood.

“Fuck!” He groans, his face finding purchase in the crook of your neck, “You’re so-, mmmm, fucking hell.” He’s losing his mind, eyes squeezed shut as he tries not to blow his load straight away. Your pussy is still vibrating from the underwear, he’s completely and utterly addicted to the way this feels. “Y/N baby… oh my god.”

“The remote.” You wince from the overstimulation, clit still throbbing from your high. “Turn it off please.” Your legs are twitching on their own, breath shaky and ragged.

“Told you I wasn’t going to go easy on you.” He pulls his hips back and slams into hard, til the crown of his cock is pressed against your cervix. “It’s staying on.”

The sound of his grunts in your ear have you seeing stars, he’s fucking you hard and fast, you know you’re going to ache tomorrow but you don’t care, completely obsessed how good it feels to be stretched out by him. You’d forgotten how big he is, filling up any space your hole had to offer. It’s not long before your second orgasm threatens to escape, you’re so wet that besides the sinful curses falling from Jungkook’s lips, the squelching sound of your heat being drilled into is deafeningly loud.

“You hear that? You hear how fucking wet you are for me? Oh my-, fuck.” He continues to pound you hard.

“Jungkook…” You warn, fingernails digging into his bare shoulder blades.

“What did you just call me?” He bottoms out with so much strength that your head hits the headboard, earning him to pull you further down the bed by your legs in one swift motion.

You exhale, “Daddy-, I’m close.” You’re an absolute mess, your vision starting to blur from the tears pricking your eyes, this has got to be the hardest anybody has ever been fucked in the whole history of sex. Your insides feel bruised, you’re drenching the bed sheets with each of his thrusts and you’re completely spiralling into insanity.

“Come all over me Y/N, want to feel your tight little pussy come around me.” He looks equally as mesmerised as you are, in disbelief that sex could feel this amazing. You’d slept together before but there’s something about how rough and dirty tonight is that has you mewling.

“Does it feel good baby? Do you like it when daddy’s rough with you?”

“Yes-“ You’re cut off by his lips smashing against yours, he’s kissing you like he’s starving and you’re his favourite meal, groaning into your mouth as your walls start to tighten round him.

“Hold onto the headboard.” He instructs, and you oblige, wrapping your fingers round the cool metal bars.

“You’re unreal Y/N. Such a good fucking slut, your cunt squeezes my cock so well. So-, mmm, perfect.”

Just like that he’s pulled back onto his knees again, his hands squeezing your hips as he snaps in and out of you at a dangerous pace. So rough that you’re borderline sobbing. He’s watching the way your tits bounce with each thrust, your back is arched off the sheets and you’re looking at him with an expression so fucked-out and full of lust that it pulls him over the edge, spilling hot come into your throbbing pussy in bursts.

“Fuck! Ah-,” He hisses from the sensitivity, keeping up the pace long enough for your own orgasm to unfold. You’re seeing stars, convulsing in bliss as he helps you ride out your second high. He stays there for a moment, simply enjoying the view before he finally turns off the vibrating panties and pulls out.

“You…” He tries to steady his breathing as he collapses next to you on the bed, “Are something else.”

“Look who’s talking.” You try and mock him with his own words, but you’re exhausted.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so quick in my life...”

Glancing round the bedroom you notice Jungkook is a very minimalistic man - everything is either black, or gold. There’s no decoration to the room, no big fancy paintings like you’d expected - nothing. It’s a luxurious room of course, but it doesn’t even look lived in. Maybe he works too hard and passes out on the sofa most nights, or maybe it’s because he travels a lot that he’s rarely here - whatever it is makes you pity him in a way. He has all the money in the world and yet something about his environment was lonely.

“And I’m sorry about your dress.” Jungkook laughs, eyes glancing down to the torn fabric that still half-hangs on your body. “I will actually buy you a new one, don’t worry.”

“It’s fine.” You hum, shifting on the bed until you’re facing him, slightly embarrassed at the huge wet patch you’re laid in, “It did exactly what I wanted it to do.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” He looks amused, smiling brightly at you.

“Got me the best sex I’ve ever had.” You playfully boop his nose with your finger, to which he grabs and bites it. “Ouch! What was that for? I just said you’re the best lay I’ve ever had! You should be kissing me right now, not biting me.” You’re defensive but still unable to wipe the smile off your face, maybe it’s the orgasms talking but he’s so beautiful.

“Hmm.” He nods, removing your finger from between his teeth, shuffling closer, “And you might be the best sex I’ve ever had, but you’re still a fucking brat.”

“Really?” You’re surprised, choosing to ignore what appears to be his favourite nickname for you.

“Are you joking? Y/N you’re fucking amazing, best pussy I’ve ever had. And you can actually hold a conversation. I really don’t understand how you’re not wifed up yet.”

“Yeah, me neither actually,” You snort, flirtatiously nudging his arm while looking at him with big eyes, “And I haven’t even sucked your dick yet, just you wait.”

“Oh?” This gets Jungkook’s attention, he props himself up on his elbow, his free hand nestling in the bend of your waist, “Sound pretty confident there baby.”

“And you’ll see why tomorrow morning.” You wink, mindlessly drawing patterns on the man’s bare chest.

At this Jungkook gives a genuine toothy grin, his hair damp and pressing against his forehead, “You wanna stay the night?”

“Gonna have to, some asshole ruined my dress.”

He doesn’t verbally respond, instead choosing to lean forward and plant a soft, yet open-mouthed kiss on your lips. You couldn’t blame the orgasms anymore, there’s nothing else to blame at this point. As much as you want to deny it, this is the moment you realised that you were falling madly in love with Jeon Jungkook.

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andtheechonocturnes · 2 months

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All of the series, that I care about, because I can’t find anything when I need it. Part 3

♡ These are some of the series/oneshots with many parts, that I’ve stumbled upon throughout time. I couldn’t find everything, since I didn’t have the habit of saving all the stories I’ve read. But here are the few I managed to save. They are not all finished and I hope they will be someday, but I just want to sort things out on this profile and a post like that is very much needed. ♡ 〰 No particular order this time

1.Crybaby (m)

· pairing: jungkook x reader · word count: 9.6k · genre: smut

2.Crybaby 2 (m)

· pairing: jungkook x reader · word count: 3.7k · genre: smut

3.Crybaby - 3 (m)

· pairing: jungkook x reader · word count: 12k · genre: smut

4.10 Seconds (Jungkook x Reader)

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5.10 Days (Jungkook x Reader)(10 Seconds Pt 2)

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6.10 Years (Jungkook x Reader) (10 Seconds Part 3)

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7.Time of Death (Jungkook x Reader) (10 Seconds Part 4)

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8.End of Time│10 Seconds Part 5 (Final)

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9.Milliseconds (1)│10 Seconds Drabbles

Fic Type: Drabble Word count: ∼3k Series: 10 Seconds

10.Milliseconds (2)│10 Series Drabbles

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11.darknets | yandere!jungkook au

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12.darknets | 02 yandere!jungkook au

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13.darknets | 03 yandere!jungkook au

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14.code red | yandere!jimin au

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15.Quarter Quell

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16.Quarter Quell II

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17.Quarter Quell III

Yandere Jungkook, Hunger Games AU Word Count; 12.7k

18.Quarter Quell IV

Yandere Jungkook, Hunger Games AU Word Count; 14.5k

19.Killing Me Softly: I

Sugardaddy!BTS x reader

20.Killing Me Softly: II

Sugardaddy!BTS x reader

21.Killing Me Softly: III

Sugardaddy!BTS x reader

22.DADDY ISSUES -Sunset- Masterlist

I've read only the prequel (Sunset), but for easy orienting, I'll include the entire link.

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btsbling · 3 years

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— Chocolate Syrup — Kth

🍒 pairing: Taehyung x reader

🍒 genre: sugardaddy!au, fluff, relationship!au

🍒 warning: smut, daddy!kink, breeding, unprotected sex (stay safe), foodplay

🍒 summary: When he asks you to become his

🍒 w/c: 2.54k

©️ Btsbling (i do not own any BTS members except for the fanfiction)

The sound of the elevator rang through the hallways as Taehyung stepped out. Loosening his tie, while the other held onto his suit jacket and phone. He sighed and stretched his neck as he walked through the corridor to his luxury penthouse.

It was another tiring day, the office was buzzing, non-stop calling and meetings. Yet another day of fun filled signings of new business ideas.

Taehyung combed through his hair, he could finally take a breather when the clock striked twelve. He was finally done for the day and longed to rush back to his penthouse for, someone special.

He’d never thought he would ever admit it. But he had found a place for you in his heart. It was never supposed to be something long-term. Only for its short-term benefits that would provide him with immense feelings of satisfaction.

Taehyung had met you, fatefully, under the dim lights that slightly lit the bar. He had a meeting with one of his associates there. He didn’t understand why or how, but the way your eyes glimmered as you conversed with the customer in front of you, your actions while making drinks, captivated him. Everything about you, attracted him like bees to honey.

The pull he felt towards you was indescribable and he felt his eyes resting onto you whenever he got distracted which was, frequently. You weren’t dressed as scandalous as the performers on stage, but neither were you conservative. He couldn’t see anything behind the bar, but your shirt was a tight fit and provided him with enough cleavage, making his dick grow tighter in his pants.

But after the meeting, he had realised you were long gone, another bartender replacing you. He immediately felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He went back home, asking his assistant to get more information about you.

It was then the beautiful chapter of you and him bloomed. When he had asked you to be his sugarbaby, after a few weeks of sitting at the bar and getting to know you better, you were genuinely surprised.

You were never opposed to the idea of being someone’s sugarbaby, but from someone like Kim Taehyung? That was something you’d never expect.

Kim Taehyung. Multi-millionaire living in the state of Korea. He was young, Greek god looks and a voice that could literally send you chills down your neck. In a good way of course. The way he stood, the way he stared at you made you feel the butterflies fluttering around your belly. It came as a surprise to you, he was kind, approachable and caring. Over the weeks of getting to know him from serving him at your bar, he would always remember to ask about your day, if you had eaten, and made sure you had a safe trip home.

When he approached you with the idea of being his sugarbaby, it took a few days to make a decision. Being his meant a possibility of having your identity talked about in the media like the next hot tea. But it wasn’t a bad idea. You were desperately trying to survive of two part-time jobs and having to pay for your apartment rentals and the medical fees of your sick grandmother.

In conclusion, your decision was something you would never regret.

In the beginning, it was definitely abit awkward, considering the fact that you were a naturally conservative person who wasn’t used to someone buying branded items for you or spending that much money either.

But Taehyung made sure you were comfortable with it and you grew used to seeing branded goods being sent up to your new luxury apartment, as well as a new car. It was never-ending, Taehyung spoiled you like you were his princess.

The two of you had grown extremely close, considering you guys spent much more time in his penthouse. Every night or even day if he ever had a break, was a new sex adventure in a different corner of the house. Sofa? Kitchen table? Windows? Every single place.

He was a literal greek god. Chiseled abs, toned muscular arms that held you firmly as he thrusted into you. His moans were like sounds made by an angel and the way he fucked you, made you even more happy that you accepted his offer.

Taehyung would be lying if he said that he hadn’t gotten used to your presence. Immense happiness would fill his chest with a warm feeling whenever he awoke to the sight of your beautiful face, figure curled and snuggled into his chest. He would take the time to enjoy the sunrise if he had woken up early, hand brushing softly through your hair and leaving light feathery kisses on your face and neck.

It was the best feeling in the entire world, watching as the sky turned into a canvas that was painted with a variety of warm colours. It was a sight to behold. But it was nothing compared to you.

Memories of the night before, where the two of you just cuddled in the bed, his cock stuffed into your warm pussy, sharing stories about your day before falling into deep sleep soon after. Cock warming would have to be one of his favorite cuddle positions.

His heartbeat slowed to a comfortable pace. He felt at peace with you in his arms, as he looked out into the windows.

Taehyung couldn’t live without you.

It was a scary thought, given the fact that he never would’ve imagined falling in love with you over the year you guys spent together as Sugardaddy and sugarbaby.

But he got over it, you were worth it. Even with your hair in a mess, and a small drool dripping from your face, you were still the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. Not only that, you had the kindest of heart, always checking up on him, buying him good health products with your own money and even preparing home cooked meals for him.

Taehyung glanced down at you, a big smile gracing his face. He was staring at his sweetheart. The only person he could love with all his heart for the rest of his life.

Taehyung could only hope that you felt the same way as he did, even if you didn’t, he would’ve chased after you until you told him to stop.

He loved you more than anything.

and he couldn’t lose you.

He placed his shoes neatly, knowing how much you hated when he threw them without any care in the world.

“Babe?” he called out for you from the kitchen as he made a beeline for the cold, refreshing water in the fridge. As he turned around, he saw you cuddled up with a blanket on the sofa, a book loosely hanging from your hand while you slept in Taehyung’s hoodie.

Taehyung’s heart swelled, knowing that you had stayed up to wait for him. he sat on the sofa beside you, brushing your hair and leaving kisses on your face before you woke up.

“Tae? wha-what’s the time?” you asked groggily, which Taehyung found to be extremely adorable.

“Come on Honey, let’s get your sweet ass into bed. It’s one am” You had no energy to respond, only managing a small nod before you were lifted into Taehyung’s hard chest. His familiar smell making you snuggled closer into the crook of his neck.

Taehyung gently placed you on the bed, covering you with the comforter before taking a quick shower and joining you in bed.

He lifted the duvets before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You eyes were closing by the second. Taehyung gave you a kiss, gentle and sweet, taking his time to savor his favorite moment of the day.

“I love you so much” he mustered up when your eyes closed fully. Taehyung stared at you before kissing your forehead and taking a whiff of your shampoo that he absolutely adored. “i hope you’ll say yes baby” he mumbled, before joining you in dreamland almost immediately

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the heavenly smell of pancakes. Stretching out a yawn and sitting up, you smiled, thinking of how perfect everything was. Although you knew it wasn’t going to be like this forever, at that moment, it seemed like happiness would be eternity.

With that you cuddled back into the blankets only to be dragged by taehyung as he chuckles at you.

“Babe wake up, i made pancakes” he whispered to you, carrying you and placing you on his lap like a baby. Taehyung placed a kiss on your lips before smiling cutely at you.

You shook your head and pouted cutely, knowing full well he would give in and feed you in bed. Taehyung groaned before pushing you playfully, heading towards the door while you laughed.

You quickly washed up and as you were coming out of the fancy bathroom, your jaws dropped at the scene in front of you, your eyes welling with tears.

Presents from different expensive brands, shoes, bags, flowers and balloons. A pack of your favorite candy, Hershey kisses on the bed and he held a plate of pancakes while waiting for you in bed.

“Tae...what’s all this?” your voice almost broke as you quickly strolled to his side. He set the pancakes on the bedside table and quickly pulled you to sit on his lap. His face had a slight red hue as he nuzzled into your neck nervously. “i er” Taehyung mumbled before take a deep breathe, turning your face towards him.

“Y/n L/n, you genuinely complete my life” he chuckled, booping you on the nose. “Baby, you’re the one i want to see whenever i wake up in the morning, the one i want to greet whenever i reach home. I want to do things just to make you happy and see your beautiful smile.” As he said that, you smiled widely.

“I know this wasn’t supposed to develop into a deep relationship but i can’t help it. You’ve made me fall, so deep in love with you sweetheart” He whispered, holding your chin and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Be my girlfriend, move in with me. We can write a new chapter. I just want everyone to know that you’re mine, as much as i’m yours, officially” The tears you were holding in, finally slid down your cheeks as you nodded frantically and turning to hug him as tight as you could.

Taehyung wiped away your tears, smiling as he was trapped from beneath you. Unconsciously, you grinded softly on his manhood, feeling his rod perk even though he had already taken a cold bathe to calm himself down.

His moans motivated you as you sat upright, grinding harder onto his clothed manhood. His large hands radiating heat as he rubbed your hips from the sides before grabbing the ends of his t-shirt that you were wearing and pulled it over your shoulders and head.

“So beautiful, my angel”

His actions left you completely bare except for your panties that barely covered your pussy lips. Taehyung captured your lips in a hurry, but it expressed the passion and heat he was feeling.

His experienced hands maneuvered its way to your nipples, massaging them and he broke away from your kiss to suck on one of them. You unconsciously pushed him closer to your breasts, the immense pleasure overtaking you.

“T-tae please”

“Tell Daddy what you want hmm” he hummed, his lips leaving your breasts and instead sucking onto your neck like you were his next snack.

You were breathless, your pulse racing, you damn well feel the wetness pooling in your panties beneath you.

“w-want your dick please” you almost screamed out as his fingers pulled your panties aside and inserted three fingers in one go.

“So wet for me already baby? Bet i could slide my cock right inside of you easily. But first” Taehyung whispered. “Daddy’s going to enjoy himself”

he reached towards the bedside table, grabbing the choco syrup bottle that he left, and squirting it all over your chest and thighs.

Taehyung continued to finger you as he licked the syrup off your body. Your spine arched to meet his tongue.

“Moan out my name baby” Taehyung demanded, his thumb rubbing on your core, edging on your orgasm.

His fingers and tongue wonders for you and soon your toes were curling and your eyes were rolled back, screaming as you came on Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung groaned as he slid his fingers out of you and licked your juice, humming as he did so. “Sweeter than syrup” he smirked.

You were breathless, chest heaving up and down. Taehyung took out his dick from the sweatpants he were wearing. You licked your lips as the delicious sight of his erect cock made you even wet than before.

Taehyung slid down your soaked panties slowly, before pressing his face towards your wet cunt and taking a swift lick.

“you’re so damn delicious babygirl” licking his lips as he aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy, prepping your already wet pussy with his precum

“P-please tae, put it in me” Taehyung smirked

“What’s my name babygirl” Taehyung demanded

“T-taehyung” you whimpered out, feeling his head sliding in and out quickly.

“No baby, what’s my name” He asked again

“D-daddy please” screaming as he entered with one big thrust

Taehyung’s hands held your hips as thrusted harder and harder. You moaned with each thrust as you felt his big cock stretching you out. “You look so sexy, beneath me, taking my cock like the good girl you are” Taehyung breathed out.

He watched your breasts bounce as he thrusted harder into you, watching your face contort into full pleasure as he hit your g-spot.

“Right there d-daddy, right there” you screamed, ready to release.

Taehyung groaned as he changed his angle, sliding into you deeper and harder. “I’m coming babygirl, cum with daddy”

“Give me your milk daddy please, use me, cum in me. I’m on the pill, please i need your cum” You cried out, Taehyung moaned at your dirty talk, loving how it sounded coming out of you.

After a few more thrusts, you came first, milking his cock and after helping ride out your high, Taehyung came afterwards, filling you with his hot cum, thick spurts releasing in you. Your chest heaved up and down, as Taehyung collapsed tiredly onto you, his face nestled in your soft breasts.

He pulled the blanket over the two of you, resting on his forearms to stare lovingly at you. Taehyung smiled softly, loving the after-sex glow and the soft sunlight that made you look more like an angel. You smiled tiredly at him, brushing away his bangs and gently rubbing his cheeks. Your smile widening as you felt him nuzzle into your soft touch.

“i love you so much Kim Taehyung, and i’ll be so happy to be your girlfriend” you whispered Taehyung grinned before standing up and carrying you princess style to the bathroom.

“I love you as much as i loved the breakfast session i just had” he grinned mischievously

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jungshookz · 3 years

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yoongi comes home late & y/n’s fast asleep

➺ starring; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; the ever-so-elusive sugardaddy!yoongi who was supposed to have his own fic in 2018 but he never ended up getting one because i moved on!!! fluff!! smerhaps/smaybe/smalmost smut (slightly suggestive themes)!! also because this is sugardaddy!yoongi the drabble is slightly cliché/2012 wattpad-y but it is what it is

➺ wordcount; 1.6k

➺ summary; a groggy yoongi comes home late from work and is pleasantly surprised by what he’s been greeted with.

➺ what to expect; “this is cute. i’ve never seen you in pastel purple before.”

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the first thing that yoongi sees upon his arrival home is you fast asleep on the couch wearing nothing but a lavender silk robe and what he’s safely assuming to be a pretty pretty pair of matching bra and panties underneath (you’re sleeping on your stomach but the robe obviously rode up while you were asleep so the end of it is sitting scrunched up on your lower back)

and he knows this is supposed to be a sexy situation and all, but the fact that you’ve dozed off with one arm and one leg hanging off the couch just makes you look...

“cute.” yoongi murmurs to himself as he bites back a fond smile, bending down to take his shoes off quietly so that he doesn’t accidentally wake you up

he had to leave after dinner because there was some emergency at work that apparently couldn’t wait until tomorrow and before he left he promised you that he’d be back as soon as he could...

with that being said, it’s half past midnight which is definitely mucH later than he thought he’d be back

he takes his suit jacket off slowly as he makes his way over to you, gently folding it and resting it over the top of the couch

if you’d fallen asleep on your back then it’d be easy for him to scoop you up... so he’s not sure how he’s going to approach this...

yoongi clears his throat quietly as he unbuttons his sleeves before rolling each one up his forearms

maybe if he moves really slowly, you won’t wake up?

the feeling of the couch dipping down slightly from under you is what rouses you awake

your eyelids flutter as you regain consciousness and you feel your heart skip a beat in excitement when you recognize the scent of yoongi’s cologne lingering in the air

you’re not sure how long you’ve been asleep for but it must’ve been a while because you can feel a slight indentation of your bracelet printed onto your right cheek anD there’s a faint patch of drool on the couch that you’re hoping yoongi won’t notice

you didn’t mean to fall asleep but the couch is just so comfortable that you managed to convince yourself to take a little nap while waiting for yoongi to come back

you were only supposed to be asleep for half an hour - you set an alarm on your phone and everything! - but you’re pretty sure the sun was still setting when you said that and now it’s pitch black outside

admittedly, you were a little bummed out when yoongi told you he had to leave for a while but you understand that he has an important job and that he’s a fairly busy man

on the bright side, him leaving left you with a good amount of time to a) wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen a little (even though yoongi’s told you multiple times that you don’t have to) b) catch up on some readings that are due for your classes, and c) change out of your grubby clothes and into the lingerie set you’d been hiding from him for a whole month (!!)

(you’re pretty sure he’s probably seen the order being charged to his credit card but he hasn’t said anything about it.)

“hi, sleepy.” yoongi coos quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to to the back of your shoulder, “sorry i woke you up. have you been here all night?”

“yeah…” you hum, voice slightly raspy with sleep, “i was going to nap in the bedroom but i wanted to be here when you got back.”

“i’m sorry, baby…” yoongi shuffles closer, sliding his hand down the curve of your back before giving your bum a light squeeze, “if it makes you feel any better, i’m definitely a big fan of what you’re wearing.”

“really?” you roll yourself around before propping yourself up onto your elbows, not missing the way yoongi’s eyes flicker down to your chest for a brief second, “the robe’s a little wrinkly now, but…” you lift your leg up a little so that the slit of the robe parts around your thigh and yoongi glances down in interest

“this is cute.” he comments, hooking a finger under one of the garters around your thigh before tugging at it gently, “i’ve never seen you in pastel purple before.”

“yeah, i-” you find yourself blushing (though yoongi hasn’t even said anything to make your cheeks pink) as you reach down to pull one of your stockings up a little higher, “i thought maybe it’d be nice to try something different… i know you usually like black, but… well, i- i actually bought this set in black as a back-up, if you... if you want me to change...” you find your voice lowering when you notice yoongi leaning in and you don’t get much of a chance to say anything else before he’s pressing his lips against yours

yoongi can’t help but chuckle when you reciprocate the kiss eagerly, practically shooting straight up from the couch before beginning to paw at his shirt

you manage to loosen his tie slightly before he loops an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him

your stomach flutters at the prospect of finally getting to spend some alone time with yoongi

you’ve been swamped for the last month or so because of midterms and essays and presentations and countless readings so when yoongi asked you if you wanted to stay at his place over the weekend you basically jumped at the chance

he’s usually the one who stays at your apartment so it’s nice to switch things up!

plus, yoongi has one of those fancy rainfall shower heads in his bathroom so that’s a definite bonus

all of a sudden, the little voice in your head whispers for you to get up and onto yoongi’s lap- but because good things never last, he pulls away from the kiss far too soon for your liking and you resist the urge to get up and just tackle him to the ground

he was gone for like!!! five hours!!!

“i wanna-” you pause as you try to figure out how to word exactly what you’re feeling without sounding like a moron, “i wanna keep... like, kissing you... and stuff...”

well

nice effort

sometimes you wish you were more experienced so that you could be the sex kitten yoongi probably imagines you as but yoongi insists that it doesn’t matter to him

it’s just embarrassing sometimes when you try to sound sexy but you end up sounding like a robot that’s just churning out sexy words

you know he’s been with others before who are far more experienced with this part of the job so you can’t help but feel a little insecure when you get all bleep bloop I Want To Kiss You And Stuff bleep bloop

“and stuff, hm?” yoongi teases, leaning in to give you a quick kiss before getting up from the couch and reaching over to grab his suit jacket, “i actually do want you to change- into your pyjamas. because you have an early class tomorrow and we can’t have you falling asleep in the middle of it. now, c’mon-”

“wha- hey, hold on-” you immediately get up from the couch when yoongi turns away and walks off, quickening your pace when he switches the main foyer lights off and disappears into the hallway, “yoongi-!”

“come on, i’ll let you choose another shirt you’re probably going to end up stealing from me-”

“woah, woaH-!” you finally catch up to him, your stockings gliding against the smooth marble of the floor as you slide around so that you’re standing in front of him, “what do you think you’re doing??”

“can i help you, miss?” yoongi grins when you slink your arms around his neck and press your body against his, “i’m going to get ready for bed, that’s what i’m doing. what do you think you’re doing?”

“i don’t wanna go to sleep yet.” you whine pitifully as you slide a hand down so you can fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt, “you’ve been gone all night…”

“oh, don’t pout like that.” yoongi coos, reaching up to cup your cheek before using his thumb to pluck at your pushed-out bottom lip, “you had me all day yesterday, you know. i had to bump one of my meetings to next week because of you.”

“yeah, but i wasn’t wearing this yesterday-” you pull back for a second to gesture to yourself exaggeratedly, “you’re a good businessman. we should compromise!”

“alright, alright-” yoongi laughs lightly and reaches forward so he can pull you back towards him, “name your price, boss.”

“let me join you in the shower.” you grin, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, “and then i promise i’ll go to sleep right after.”

“hm, i don’t know…” yoongi teases, undoing your robe before sliding his warm hands underneath it so he can cup your hips, “i feel like we’d end up doing a lot more than just shower together if i let you join me...”

“would that be so wrong?” you ask innocently as you look up at him with doe eyes, yoongi giving your hips a squeeze as he walks you backwards and towards the bedroom, “we’d save water by showering together!”

“‘showers’ with you can last up to an hour. if anything, you’d be hiking up my water bill!”

“yeah, but you can afford it-”

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junghoseokwife · 3 years

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I'm thinking of writing a oneshot of butter BTS being Dilfs/Sugardaddies and reader just simping, cuz those foreheads-(„ಡωಡ„)

#ot7xreader #ot7 x you #bangtan ot7 #Dilf ot7 #Dilf bts #dilf bts #sugardaddy au #sugardaddy ot7 x reader #sugardaddy bts #bts sugardaddy au #Hehasabigheartunderthosebigboobs #ot7 x reader #bts x reader

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haileyjikai · 3 years

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「 Fuck the Rich 」 - yoonseok au

sugardaddy!au - ceo!hoseok x collegestudent!yoongi

“in which yoongi is a broke college student with a strong dislike for the rich, hoseok is a young ceo with too much time on his hands, and they meet somewhere in the middle.”

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ferrethyun · 4 years

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for your consideration using my m/n hcs,,,but different au,,,poly bts × m/n who really needs that cash money to buy art supplies (even though he should buy groceries) to continue commissions to make money but he needs it bad 👀 so he makes a suga(r) bby acc but got stressed out abt it in 15 mins bc ppl started liking his profile so he deleted it but forgot he downloaded an app to mssg these sugar daddies and mommys so he texts "hello" but uninstalls the app (1/2)

(2/2) but gets an email notif saying "you have x new messages on xyz" and he's like "are you there god, its me, its been a while" and re installs the app only to find replies and he yeets his phone across the room and now he's been texting the boys for 5 days straight deep and 😳😔😖🤧 this is so specific and accidently long im sorry tea but im really going thru it rn 😞

hehehehhehehe,,,, i started and idk where i was going with it but i did it uwuwuwuuwuw. also,,,, aren’t we all nonny owo’’’

Pairing: Implied!Sugardaddies!Poly!Bts x M!Sugarbaby!Reader

The nearly depleted art supplies that sat on his messy desk seemed to mock Y/n as he stared at the several junk emails that were of a similar subject line

“OverAllSeeking: xxxx has liked your profile!”

The app he downloaded was deleted a half hour ago but the emails kept popping up as he hadn’t deleted his account. The account was a sugar babying account, Y/n really needed the money as his supplies were dwindling and his commissions were just not covering it this time. His dual coloured eyes glared at the screen before a click sounded through the room, telling him that he had locked his phone. His mind raced and raced as he thought of what he could do, jobs were too mentally stimulating most of the time and none of the galleries that he was comfortable at were hiring.

Y/n let out a groan as he slid his hands under the sunglasses he wore to rub at his eyes. They were so sore. So were his wrists and his head but he had learnt to cope with it. The male got up from where he sat, placing his phone in his pocket and moved over to the two wide windows that spanned across the walls of his room, his long-line hoodie shifting to cover his hands as he walked. Y/n covered the windows with the specially ordered blackout curtains he ordered and was plummeted into darkness. He then shut his door and hit play on his speaker that sat on a table near the door; gentle melodies of pianos and violins filled his ears and soft pastel pinks and blues flooded his vision, a white dashing in and out as a harp came into the music steadily.

The male simply stood there in the middle of his room and let the colours and sounds float by as his hands drifted over each of his tattoos on his arms. Y/n needed times like this to calm down, not that his condition helped calm him down. His heart raced as the song changed over to a instrumental of a song called ‘Serendipity’, he became flush and felt a lightness in his head he had become accustom to through the several times he had listened to the song. The slamming of a door caused a harsh red to flash across his vision and made Y/n stumble back into the door behind him, making more reds fly across his vision as he hit the door and then fell to the floor.

A small voice could be heard swearing down the hallway but Y/n couldn’t hear it as the tears began to flood down his face, all of the realities he had come crashing down at once. A small sob ripped from his chest as he curled himself into a ball, the voice that was once small now on the other side of the door behind him “I’m sorry Y/n I didn’t think you were home” The voice plead through the wood, “I’ll wait for you to calm down and we can play Animal crossing yeah? I also got your favourite for dinner...”

Y/n let the back of his head hit the door, utilising the one knock is yes and two is no system they put in place a while ago. He listened to his housemates foot steps disappear down the hall, his tears slowing significantly. The darkness of the room was comforting but the dull buzz of his phone in his pocket lessening the comfort; he pulled his phone out of his pocket only to be greeted with an email notification.

‘OverAllSeeking: You have 3 new messages from...’

The notification trailed off before Y/n could see who had sent him the messages. It was from the app he had deleted a few hours ago. He didn’t really want to re download the app but the curiosity that pulled at his chest dragged his fingers over his phone in rapid succession, the app now reinstalled. Y/n sat back and watched as his fingers navigated through the app to his messages. There at the top sat a profile with a small tick and ‘V’ logo next to their icon.

These logos had his skin crawling, the tick meant they were verified by the app, a process only limited to the richest of rich members to the site; next to it was a bright red ‘V’, this logo meaning that they were classed as vips, part of the top 1% on the app. What was even more interesting about the account was that their icon featured several men, not just one. ‘Possibly several on one account’ Y/n thought to himself.

Before he could stop himself, his fingers were flying across his screen typing a response to the messages he had barely read, choosing to simply ask if they were still there even though the message was only a couple hours old. Once he hit send, he then proceeded to throw his phone in a random direction knowing it’d land on his bed.

Out of pure embarrassment, Y/n quickly stood, pulled the turtle neck he wore under his hoodie over his lower face and sprinted out of his room.

Hours later, Y/n returned to his room with some help from his housemate considering it was pitch black out and his head was still racing. He took off his sunglasses and peeled his clothing from his body, choosing to put on some grey sweatpants that were covered in dried paint before hopping into bed. It threw him off at first when his hip hit something hard before he remembered chucking his phone on to the bed earlier. He rapidly patted around his hip before his hand landed on his phone, quickly pulling it up to his face after lowering the brightness back down.

There on his screen sat a few notifications, some from twitter and instagram; but more importantly, one from the OverAllSeeking app. With quick navigation, Y/n made his way to the app and could feel his face cracking with a blush. There sat a reply from the account from earlier letting him know all about the account they ran and that all seven- Seven- members were interested in him as he looked interesting and cute.

He couldn’t stop himself from overheating as he typed out a response. And that was it; this is what began the 5 day long non-stop conversation between him and all seven members. He had told them that he was struggling with finding money for his art supplies to do commissions and that’s when Taehyung, who had told Y/n he was an art curator, interrupted the conversation he was having saying that he would send over 1000 there and then to help him with the supplies. Y/n did say that it was fine but apparently Taehyung only wanted his baby to get the highest quality materials.

Y/n couldn’t lie, it felt nice to have someone just drop money to spend on him so suddenly, so if there were seven of them...

Maybe he really was made to be a sugar baby?

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taekookrecs · 5 years

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One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer

Author: zerorequiem

Chapters: 19/19

Jeongguk is 22, fresh out of college, working a bartending job that was supposed to last just the summer, and unsure about a lot.

Manhattan socialite Kim Taehyung, beautiful and confident, suddenly shows up in skirts and high heels and leaves him breathless.

#aged up Tae #bottom!Jungoo #Tae is in the fashion industry #he wears skirts and heels #jk a bartender #jk loves photography #first fwb #jk has a girlfriend at first #jk is roommates with Jimin #there’s a 3 years time skip at one point #they struggle a bit with their feelings #80k #ao3

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namgificrecs · 6 years

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*＊✿❀namgi sugardaddy au❀✿＊*

by xnamudimples

tw: nsfw pics, dirty talking

student!yoongi and richkid!joon namjoon, a fuckboy extraordinare texts a wrong number and ends up wanting to spoil the living shit out of twink that responds. yoongi is just a really big fan of not starving to death, k?

- Marta

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btsjeonjazz · 7 years

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Petname Babygirl II pt. 6

Yoongi x reader, Jimin x reader

genre: angst, kinda fluff, smut (t-tongue technology?)

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The night was constantly going up until you met a special guest who managed to creep into your thoughts.

It was a strange feeling to be in Yoongi's own four walls, your eyes wide with astonishment as you wandered behind your date for the night. The air around you didn't feel tense at all, his words blurring your vision. Tonight I'm Yoongi.. Repressing an excited giggle you inhaled deeply, taking in the view of your date in plain jeans and a shirt, the man who almost broke the contract and gets you on your knees in less than three seconds. Even now, if he would command you to bend over, suck his dick or strip for him, you wouldn't hesitate, your panties dropping as fast as possible, but he shouldn't know how much impact he had on you. Not after what happened the week of your absence.

Yoongi lead your through a corridor, lined with expensive paintings, the walls colored in a light brown giving of the feeling of 'home', warmth, before turning right inside the apartment's kitchen. The strong smell of food intensifying whilst he gestured you to enter the room first. White, shiny marble the main material of the kitchen's counters, a large table in front of the kitchen island, a bouquet full of white roses, a few candles and a lacy looking tablecloth set on it. It looked beautiful photographed out of a furniture house's catalogue, the scent illuminating you, steak, potatoes, wine and a sweet mouse lined on the island.

“Sit down, I get you the main menu. I hope you're hungry”, Yoongi said, pulling the chair back for you to sit down, a move you expected from a man of his status and manners, still you were fascinated in the change of behaviour tonight. “You like wine, don't you, y/n?”

Still astonished of Yoongi's behaviour and the sight of his apartment you nodded absent-mindedly, your fingertips stroking over the silky tablecloth, feeling the fabric that was flawlessly covering the large, wooden table. You also felt your heartbeat pounding hardly against your chest, a steady staccato, loud enough to be heard while watching Yoongi skilfully arranging the self-made food, handing you a glass of costly, sweet wine and faintly smiling at you, rather awkward. It wasn't like him to be a bit stiff, the usually smooth perfectionist showing signs of nervousness.

“How was your day at work?”, his voice showed no sign of the embarrassment you had seen in his dark orbs, calmly asking you about your day despite his stiffly moving limbs.

“All fine”, you answered him, eyes darting around the softly lighted room, expecting it to be neatly tidied, clean and not the least bit used, but it was the opposite. You witnessed a couple of used kitchen towels, cups in the sink, flowers lining the windowsill and it amazed you. The Min Yoongi, a perfectionist in everything he laid his hands on seriously lived in here, used cutlery, cups and the cook..wow. “What about you?”, you tried to sound as composed and relaxed, but failed as your voice cracked with the last word.

Yoongi took his seat across from you, never letting you out of his shadow cast face, the light shining on his back. He gestured you to try the steak before he coughed slightly. “Stressful, to be honest.”

Humming in agreement you took the first bite, your face contoured in blissfulness. “Oh god, it's delicious! I'm sorry..”, you scolded yourself to stay quiet, the occasion not suited for your outburst at the delicious food, cooked by the man who sat on the same table with you.

“No, no. It's fine. I'm glad you like it”, he motioned not to be reluctant tonight, signalling you that you were free to be yourself for the time being. But the atmosphere turned as Yoongi bit down his pink lip, eyes narrowing down his plate from one second on the other. It seemed to be time to start the talk before you could be yourself like he suggested, your eyes following the way his lips moved. “I sincerely apologise, y/n, for the decision I made with my action. I hope you feel at least a bit better by now.”

Gulping down your latest bite you leaned back, not answering him for several, long seconds. Are you feeling any better? Not yet, to be pretty honest, but whatever he had planned for you to forget made your heart race. Was the meal only the beginning of a night containing deep conversations and confessions? You doubted that. Would he tell you what his past looked like, why his point of views seemed to be otherworldly and strange? Maybe. Was there a chance in you wanting him even now after what happened? You could answer this with an emphasized yes.

“Not yet”, you responded with delay, your eyes focusing on the food laying on your plate. “W-would you tell me why exactly you did it?”

Yoongi groaned lowly, his fork still untouched as he leaned back, his fingers staying in his lap, folded. He then inhaled deeply, collecting his thoughts about your question, looking for the right choice of words to explain what had caused him to get touched by another woman that wasn't you. “First let me tell you that all I did with any other woman, with you, is for my personal purpose and desire. Don't try to make up my character into a fictional person for your ideals, y/n. I'm a cruel man towards my woman, no love, no romance and most certainly no feelings involving us two, connecting us in a way that is more than a physical relationship”, he paused, his almond shaped eyes gazing you, lingering on your stiff figure. You felt a spark of pain in your chest at his words, although you knew why he said it and that he was right, even though. Your appetite laying on ice you pushed your plate from you, meeting Yoongi's eyes as he continued explaining himself.

“It may help for you to understand at least a bit of my own way of thinking”, he ran his hand through his hair in a quick motion, seeming..nervous. “I'm from a family seeking success, being there to live on their own, chasing dreams in a reckless manner, no empathy towards anyone, not even their own children. Love? What is that, y/n? The tightening of your chest? A meek feeling turning your stomach upside down? Bubbles popping in the pit of your stomach, when you see a person your body reacts on its own? Never experienced it, not for anyone. I took care of Jimin since I could think, imitating my parents behaviour and treatment regarding work, dug myself a hole to hide in in the form of the company you now work in, too. I try to be honest right now, y/n. Don't make me up for a man I could never be. I have everything I need, money, I'm the chairman of one of the biggest law firms in the country and now I have you”, Yoongi gulped down some of his wine to calm his shaking voice. “Ah, no not in the way you might think. I'm able to pay women to please me, that's what I live for as well. And this is the reason I did what I did that day you were absent from work.”

You had difficulties following him, his explanation milky, confusion to you, but the main aspects he wanted to explain were pointed out clearly. He had no one to care for and no one ever cared for him, (his younger brother the ultimate exception) so why should it change just because it gave you? He didn't look for love in any way, a physical relationship he had the most advantages from enough to lighten up his mood on stressful days. And of course you knew that this was the only plausible reason it gave the agreement between Yoongi and you, his toy.

“I saw you, as I already declared, with another man, wanted to visit you, but what were you doing? Going out with your friends and a stranger who touched you so bluntly, even taking a picture of it”, he shrugged his shoulders as he went on, but you could see a glint behind his eyes that told you he regretted taking hasty actions, accusing you to do something with another guy although it gave him. “I couldn't cope with it, y/n. You're mine as long as the agreement lasts, and by god, I hate if anyone touches what is mine. Be it accidentally or on purpose, refrain from it. I'm a possessive man and I made a mistake in handling the situation in a rush. As I previously did, I'll apologize to you. You should count one and one together if you listened to me. I don't feel anything for anyone, not for that bitch who sucked my dick and nothing more than desire and lust for you, y/n. Your body is all I crave for.”

That was definitely not what you wanted to be told, but the fact that he didn't care who gave him the blow job explained the story of his parents and his true love in form of the passion for his work. Now it made sense what he told you at the beginning. You bit down your bottom lip, chewing it until you felt it swelling before you nodded in understanding. It seemed like a rational explanation, his words describing what caused his strange treatment, but was that all he got to give? Money? Was that all he needed? You doubted it more than anything. Behind the mask he had perfected was more meaning than the pure presence of a man yearning for the big success, for an endless amount of money.

“That's all then?”, you voice was quiet, looking up in an attempt to see through him, but there it was again, a hard core, an impenetrable mask on his pale face, protecting him from showing feelings and being seen how he really is. “You want nothing more than what is on your bank account, not caring for anything else? She was a substitute for me for the day, nothing more? Is that who you are, Yoongi?” His name falling from your lips didn't feel as smooth as you wanted to. It was a heavy word you had to force over your lips. “Seeking perfection in the form of being the ultimate head of a company? You aren't the cruel man you describe yourself as.” You had to stop yourself before your voice would shake in anger. He had such a twisted way of dealing with things outside his work, his thinking was the point you couldn't accept as it was. He was more than that..at least in your eyes.

Yoongi stood up, circling the table to get to you in silence, taking the plate of food to put it back into the microwave. His hand was trembling, you witnessed it as he reached down to grab your plate.

“I really don't want to argue tonight, y/n”, his voice was low as it filled the kitchen again, his lean body leaning against the counter next to the microwave, pausing so that the buzzing sound of the electronic heater could fill the silence. “Let's stop here. I explained myself enough and you should accept the fact that it was a vast mistake, the woman is fired, she meant nothing”, the 'peep' of the microwave signalled that your food was heated, interrupting him for a short moment. He took the plate, setting it in front of you again before he leaned down to you, his face close to your own. “Enjoy the night and stop thinking so much into it. Eat up before it gets cold a second time.” Yoongi pinched your cheek, smirking faintly while leaning in to brush his pink mouth over your bare neck, the skin burning where he touched it briefly, his warm breath hitting your skin. It felt like an eternity the last time he touched you in the plane. Almost two weeks feeling like two years, your body responding on its own. He did shit, yes. He made you burst into tears at home, yes. Due to that you were still angry, but you wanted him despite what happened. Your core tightening, a shudder running down your spine as the spot he faintly kissed got cold.

Yoongi separated himself a few centimetres to give you space, but you stopped him, pulling him by the neck with your hand wrapped around it with a squeeze, feeling the soft hair that lined his neck neatly. He was near you, but wouldn't give you what you craved for a long time, not even as an apology. Ever since that night you two slept with each other the first time your hunger was sparked by the thought of him touching you where you wanted him to.

“Why?”, you whispered, eyes fixated on his heart shaped, oh so pink lips which formed a surprised 'o' at your sudden action.

“What do-”

“Why won't you kiss me?”, another faint whisper expressing the need you felt for his touch on your lips. The warmth of his tasty, wet mouth moving on yours the way they did that night, a one time thing..

The man in front of you swallowed hard, his eyes wandering from your eyes which still focused on his parted mouth down to your own, remaining there for a couple of seconds. You felt your heart racing, the anticipation vaguely managing.

“I..”, Yoongi bit down his lower lip, dark oculars darting back to your eyes where you locked yours with his. “It's more intimate than sex itself”, his voice sounded raspy, deep and so quiet you had to listen carefully. He then cupped your cheek with one of his veiny, pale hands, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips' shape, feeling the place on your body he never gifted with attention before, pulling your bottom lip down once before he straightened himself again.

Holding your breath you watched him turning around, taking his plate stiffly and doing the same routine with his food. No one said a word again, the atmosphere tinged in tension, your heart beating in your throat. You were confident that your cheeks might burn in a bright pink, your legs pressed together in arousal. It was an intense moment for you, him being close to you, nearly touching you where you wanted to be touched, finally feeling him on your tingling mouth.

“You said you would make up for what you've done”, you had to gulp down the knot in your throat, your voice a shadow of itself with your next words. “I want you to kiss me.”

Flinching Yoongi met your determined stare, the expression on his face traced with annoyance and doubt. “We'll see, y/n. Now eat up.” His usually composed, controlled way of speaking was destroyed as he bluntly showed you how close he was to snap at you. Yoongi really didn't take commands well, not even from you. Such a simple task too much for the perfectionist in front of you, who wasn't shy to fuck you like a slut, but afraid of exchanging kisses.

Scoffing you obeyed, taking the fork back in your hand to poke in your food. Sighing you pouted at him, glaring as he began to chuckle at your expression. Shoving your first bite in your mouth you glared further at the man who took his seat back across from you, a faint grin still on his lips.

“Tell me, who is Jimin seeing tonight?”, Yoongi tried to calm the air around you, filling it with a change of subject. The plates now half empty as time passed for a couple of minutes in silence.

Blinking your eyes darted to the grey haired man, his mouth closed and chewing on his food, shirt rolled up slightly by now. Didn't he know that his younger brother had a date with his employee, Ana Jung? Oh, you might know why Jimin hadn't said a word about the woman he saw tonight, his brother wasn't really fond of her, everyone knew. She gave him a hard time at work, making mistakes over and over again.

“He didn't say a word?”

“I asked him, but he wouldn't say who it was. At first I thought about one of his exs, but that's impossible”, Yoongi's tongue rolled over the inside of his cheek, a sign he wasn't content with the idea of his precious sibling dating a woman that didn't suit him or Yoongi didn't approve of. “So, you know who it is, don't you?”

What should you tell him? Jimin most certainly had his own reasons to stay quiet who he would fuck tonight (you just knew that this was the case in meeting her in the first place). Cocking your brows up you hid your evil grin, getting payback for refusing to give you what you craved for. There was one thing in this world Min Yoongi didn't know and it turned out that you were the only one who could tell him at the moment. Therefore you tilted your head, grinning at him before you shrugged your shoulders in a lazy, not caring manner.

“Maybe”, your voice showed how much you liked the idea to tease him with the unknown.

Yoongi blinked in disbelief to your response. He had expected everything but an answer as cheeky as this, your face painted in a playful expression, the edges of your mouth twitching dangerously for the first time in a while around him. “Maybe? Seriously, y/n?”

“You told me to be myself tonight, already forgotten?”, you shifted in your chair, adjusting your dress properly whilst feeling his disbelieving stare on you. “I know who he takes out tonight, but what do I get if spill the tea?”, you teased him, brushing your hair back in an attempt to show him how mighty you actually were, what you weren't, like what did you even think?

Min Yoongi chuckled lowly again, his arms now crossing over his chest, his eyebrow high whereas he tilted his head, the same pose you sat in. Now it was time to test who had more endurance in a staring contest, his eyes piercing yours sharply, challenging you to disobey again. And so you did. You pushed your chair back, carefully spreading your barely covered legs to show him a sneak-peak of your black lacy thong, lasciviously crossing them on top of each other without letting him out of your eyes. But to your surprise didn't his gaze waver a second, constantly staring in yours. Smugly smirking he unbuttoned the first knob of his shirt, his bony, long digits slowly darting lower, doing the same with the second button as well. You had to force yourself not to follow his movement, your grin vanishing because of the concentration you had to put in not to lose. You gave him credit for being a perfectionist, a had worker and a rough lover, but being playful like this? Being on the same page for the first time, resembling his younger brother for a split second.

“Give it up, babygirl”, he smirked lopsided, his tongue wetting his lips, your eyes wavering for a second, not because of his wet, red muscle, but the petname got you. Swallowing hard you bit down your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth.

“It's unfair play to use that name”, you complained, leaning back against the chair's rest, a hand smoothly tracing to your cleavage, adjusting your dress by pulling it down to reveal more of your hidden skin above your covered breasts.

A 'tsk' resonated from the walls whilst Yoongi shook his head, his black orbs still lingering in yours. “You're the one who began to tease. Trying to seduce me with a bit skin and showing me your panties. I don't even care what you're wearing underneath, it'll be gone anyway.”

Flustered you almost narrowed your view, but refrained from it, Yoongi opening another button, his shirt now half open, revealing his pale, soft skin. You knew how it felt under your palms, how his stomach was lined with faint abs beneath the flawless skin.

“Spit it, babygirl. Who is my brother seeing?”, his digits opened another knob until his shirt was showing all of his skin, fingers brushing over the growing bulge hidden by the table. “I can do this the whole night or you stop being stubborn and we can postpone this slow striptease to my bedroom. You choose.”

His words were more than tempting, foremost after you had last felt him two weeks ago. Even with this offer you shook your head. It wasn't about being the one in charge anymore, the situation arousing you pretty well wherefore you spread your legs again, opening them especially for his display. This time it was his turn to gulp, eyes shortly wavering before he composed himself again until your hand tapped on your thigh, pushing the material of your dress over to the hem of your thong.

“I know you want me”, you told him, voice an octave lower. “If you want me to stop you have to force me.”

A dark chuckle left his mouth accompanied with a loud, defeated sigh. “Fine, you win, but tell me who's the date of Jimin and come here. Fast.”

“Fine”, you nodded, using the same word, waiting for him to look away and as he did, his eyes focused on the way your dress slid down as you stood up to round the table. Faintly you heard a groan coming from the man across from you, his shirt revealing what you had expected; white, soft skin and a belt with a big silvery belt buckle reflecting the dimmed light in the room. You were so fucking attracted to him, the serious talk from before forgotten whereas you swiftly sat down on his lap, the growing member in his pants poking you through the solid material of his light jeans. “Does winning mean I'm in charge tonight?”, you purred, laying your arms around his neck, stroking over the nape to feel the soft locks of his grey hair again.

“Better tell me now before I lose my temper”, he skilfully ignored your question, his hands which stroked their way up and down your legs swiftly smacking them, hard. Mewling you flinched, the spot hot and stinging where his bare hands met your skin. “You really think I let someone be in charge with me? Oh, babygirl, you're my slut, not the other way around”, his husky voice purred right in your ear, pressing his lips against it. A sting following as he bit down your earlobe harshly, making you squirm on his lap, his bulge digging deeper in your core caused by your hasty movements.

“I can try, can't I?”, you pulled him away at the strands your fingers wrapped around at the back of his head. Tonight you would test his limits, one way or the other. And right now you challenged him in being the dominant one. “I bet you'd be such a good boy.”

Doubting your sanity Yoongi started to laugh, a rare sound, his hands grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs ere he built up momentum to hit you hard, the places most certainly bruised by tomorrow. Moaning in pain you let go of his hair, clinging on his shoulders for support. Another few smacks and your were a panting mess on top of him, your skin feeling hot and you could see that the spots got redder by the second. You cursed yourself for straddling his lap like this, but started to rub over his dick, your own arousal taking overhand after he had pleased you with his roughness.

“J-Jimin is with A-Ana”, you stuttered as his hands rubbed over your ass, pushing your dress up and smacking the wiggling flesh. His hits were hard, violently marking your skin. “Stop, Yoongi”, you moaned, but meant it.

“Ana Jung?”, was all he said, his fingers tracing up to your waist, caressing your sides kind of praising for your obedience, although it was coming later than he liked it. “I hate her, but I now you like her though..”

Blinking you looked into the man's face, his lips pouting, eyes lost in the distance for a brief moment before he smacked your aching spot on your ass, grinning at you. “Get up, babygirl, we're going upstairs.”

In a swift move you climbed off of his lap, your dress already high up over your black thong showing him your sparsely dressed ass. You didn't even care to pull it down as Yoongi licked his lips, his eyes getting darker by the second, hands stroking over his bulge as he did it alike, standing close to you. No one said a word as his hands drifted up, smoothly taking the hem of your dress to glide it over your body up over your head, leaving you shivering in the kitchen. The lacy, velvet undergarment suited the atmosphere surrounding you two, dark and hungry.

“Damn, babygirl. You look..nice”, his voice was husky, eyes lingering on the still covered mounds while he turned away, walking hastily down the hall outside the kitchen, your hand in his big one. He lead you down across the living room where the stairs lined the back up to their private rooms.

At first you were sure that this was the place where Yoongi and you met for the first time, had your first physical encounter, but it emerged that it wasn't as you expected as Yoongi and you reached the upper rooms. Darkness surrounded you wherefore you couldn't quite make sure where to walk, but the man in front of you never stopped, knowing his home.

“Y-you're too fast”, your voice was a stutter while you tried to keep up with his haste. He was too eager to finally get you into his bed, to fuck you after a long time of another sexual desert.

Abruptly, out of nowhere Yoongi came to a halt, turning around and gripping your shoulders lightly to press you against the nearest wall left from you. A guttural sound resonated from his chest, his eyes covered by the blackness around you ere his fingers traced down your arms, making you shiver, your heartbeat loud in the silent corridor.

“I can't wait, babygirl. I waited way too long for what we're supposed to do”, it was nothing more than a raspy whisper before his core met yours, the already rock hard bulge in his jeans meeting your sparsely covered, aching lap. One soft caress on your side, his digits grabbed around your torso, opening the clasp of your bra, sliding it down slowly. Even though you couldn't behold his gaze on you, you felt it. Piercing your soul in the dark, black eyes half closed and greedy to fill you with what he got. The cloth landed on the ground to your feet with a dull noise, your breasts freed and directly shown to the beautiful man in front of you. Next you could feel his warm skin on your mounds, pinching and tugging at the soft flesh and rose buds.

Mewling you let your head fall back against the wall behind you, your own hands shooting forward to touch the skin of his own chest down to the soft flesh of his stomach where they lingered for several seconds. Gradually tracing back up you concentrated to smoothly peal him out of his dark shirt, gliding it down his arms, taking his fingers off of your nipples to let it fall to the ground next to your bra.

“I need you”, you whined whereas his fingertips stroked over your breasts down, a light path to your own stomach, grabbing your skin. “P-please.”

“Here?”

You shook your head, remembering that it must be unseen in the dark. “No.”

No words needed Yoongi pulled you close, his tongue latching at your neck before he inhaled deeply, a sound resembling a rattlesnake heard out of his throat before he took your hand in his again, walking further down the black corridor to the end. A wooden door opened, the smell of his familiar fragrance intoxicating the room Yoongi pulled you in. His bedroom. Still standing in the darkness you let the newly discovered stimuli get to your head, your nostrils blown while taking in the smell you new on your boss and sugar daddy. It drove you crazy, your panties feeling tight at the scent alone. It was everything you needed to take off your last piece of clothes, throwing it in the corridor you came from, standing completely naked next to the man who you wanted to fill you up.

“So eager, babygirl?”, his voice mocked you, showing signs of arousal and scorn. But you knew he loved your bold way of showing him that you were his, naked, ready and eager to be fucked by him. That's what he wanted from you, to be willing to do it whenever he wanted it, and you were totally comfortable with that as you also craved his body for your own pleasure, the negative, stinging thoughts wholly shoved to the back of your head.

“I want you, Yoongi”, you said, your hands wandering down to your wet folds, stroking a long and hard way over your clit. Of course your move was seen, his unfathomable oculars following your through the dark.

Then Yoongi walked a few steps back to the door, leaning it into the frame before a soft, yellow light illuminated the room. Now you were able to witness what was laying around you, but right now you didn't care as all you could concentrate on was the half naked man behind you, your view gazing over your shoulder. His grey hair was messier than before, his fingers running through it, his torso bare and jeans already open. Your racing heart pounded in your chest while you couldn't force yourself to look away from Min Yoongi who watched you as intensely. He then let his gaze fly over your naked figure, taking in your curves ere a lopsided, smug smirk painted his face.

“Turn around, babygirl”, it was a rather soft command, but you didn't give it a second thought, doing a 180 to face the voice. Thanks to the bit light that surrounded you by now you could see the expression on his face for a split second before the typical mask covered whatever he might feel. But there it was. Awe. You weren't quite confident that it was because of your body or the view you gifted him with, but this emotion was sufficient to take a step towards him, taking his hands and putting them down on your hips.

“I'm all yours”, you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips on his collarbones, peppering a wet trail up to his neck, careful not to mark his skin and be punished tonight. You wanted to enjoy it, feeling him as a man not as the boss and cruel person he claimed to be and who paid you for what you were supposed to do.

Yoongi didn't move an inch as your tongue roamed around on his sensitive, warm neck, kissing your way up to his jawline to grant it with a lot more attention, closely, dangerously near his lips, but he didn't back away, his nails digging into your hips as long as you were allowed to kiss his skin. You knew that he coped with it only to make up for what he had done with Miss Wen, but that was okay. Still not saying a word your mouth parted on his neck, nibbling softly while his hands freed themselves to stroke down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, making you moan into his skin.

“You know that I need to punish you next time for what you're doing right now? You won't be able to stand anymore and I give you the advice to take another week off”, Yoongi grinned down on you, his eyes warning you and inviting you at the same time.

Nodding, smiling at him cheekily you continued your path down to his chest, licking a stripe over his nipple, playing with it for a while ere your fingers went down to his jeans, pressing down on the bulge that had formed in the front of his pants. He felt so hard, twitching as you first touched it, eager to be freed, sucked on.

“Not today, babygirl”, was all Yoongi said before he let go of you, taking your hands off of his jeans to turn you around, pressing your back against his heaving chest. This way you could feel the steady, fast heartbeat of the man behind you, surprising you with such a staccato. Then you could see how his hands shot up from behind, touching your stomach, tracing it softly down to your aching core. “Tonight is about you.” With his leg he opened your own, shoving them apart to get access with his warm digits. At first he only rubbed over your clit, his index finger circling over your bundle of nerves to stimulate you further, turn you on even though you were already wet and willing, but he didn't stop there. His free hand on your breast he started to massage it, tugging at your nipple while the other still stroked over your heat, further down to your drenched folds.

“What's this? You're already wet? What a good, little slut you are for me, babygirl”, he hummed complacent with what he felt, slick juices coating the tip of his fingers. “And so warm. I can't wait to feel you.”

Gulping you nodded, your head leaning against Yoongi's chest and shoulder. “Fill me, Yoongi. I can't wait anymore..” Your voice broke at the end as Yoongi pushed his fingers inside you, curling right away to get you by surprise. And he succeeded. Loud moans fell from your lips, a tightness starting to form in the pit of your stomach while you squirmed in his arms. He moved them inside you, pulling out to shove them back in until his fingers where completely coated in your arousal. At some point he began to mercilessly thrust them into you, your legs wobbling at the sensation they caused, your voice echoing from the walls, loud and whining. “Don't stop..p-please”, you cried out as he moved his fingers in scissoring motion, touching the right spot that could snap the coin with a little help of friction on your clit that you wanted to provide with your own hand, but which was smacked away from Yoongi's free one.

“Don't you dare”, he growled close to your ear before he leaned down to take your earlobe between his teeth, grazing it a few times. Although it wasn't what you liked you felt how tight you got from his action, his fingers still shoving in and out of your pussy. Slick, lewd sounds now filling his bedroom whereas Yoongi's lips latched on the skin of your neck, leaving a wet, passionate kiss where his lips met your skin. It felt utterly amazing, your legs cramping, core heated. He wanted to get you, and he was close to succeed with his plan, but the moment his digits hit your sweetest spot, pushing you almost over the edge with a gasp and a moan in the form of his name, he stopped, pulling his drenched fingers out of your folds, wiping your remains on your stomach before his hands both groped your breasts, his cock pressing against your bare ass.

“Wanna come, babygirl?”, he asked, his voice a husky whiff. “ Just tell me what you want.”

Wide eyes met his over your shoulder as he let his chin lay casually on your shoulder, his lips pink and wet while he tilted his head to the side, meeting your shocked gaze.

“Don't you want to be in charge? At least in saying me what I could maybe do?”

“I-”, you stopped yourself, biting on your lower lip before you swallowed the excitement down, your legs violently pressed together. “Do what you want to me tonight..”

“Whatever I want?”, he scoffed, smugly smirking at you with cocked up brows. “That's all? What an easy woman.”

You shrugged your shoulder, avoiding your gaze. “But that's what I'm here for.”

Yoongi didn't respond, but you could feel the stiffness seeking into his bones as he turned you around, his eyes laying on your face. Then you were pushed back, stumbling over your own feet. “Lay down. Now”, his voice was suddenly back to its usual harsh, commanding tone, no emotions in it and not a sign of the rare gentleness that laced it a moment ago, playing with you. Instead you may have hit a spot that made him seemingly angry, but didn't know what.

The back of your knees met the cold wood of the huge bed behind you, your body falling down on the soft, sweetly smelling sheets. Your hair was brushed in your face, but as you tried to free your face from it you were forced to look up, a veiny hand pulling your chin up.

“Whatever I want..that's what you're here for, right?”

You nodded, a reluctant gesture, not sure if that is what he wanted to hear from you. “R-right.”

Scoffing he hit your cheek lightly, hard enough for your hair to be brushed out of it. With gritted teeth the grey haired man hovered over you, his eyes laced with anger. “I am the one who pays for you, so you don't need an opinion of your own? No need to be your own human and say what you really want me to do?”

It wasn't part of the game. Not after he moved your body up on the many pillows over your head at the end of his bed where you fell down on, his entire weight on top of you. Yoongi's view was dark, sadness and regret showing. Whatever caused the change in atmosphere so suddenly, you wanted it to change back.

“I-I told you what I want from you, but it was rejected and..I..”, your voice was so quiet, weak that you had to cough slightly. “Why should I ask for more then?”

There was something in his stare that told you how wrong you were, but instead of answering his hands landed next to your head, his gaze piercing yours with a roll of his tongue against his cheek. “That's all you want, y/n?”

Y/n. What was going on? Why the change in name as well? You felt anxious at his words, the tightness of your core wandering up, clenching your heart tightly.

“Answer me”, Yoongi's voice was threatening, way too calm and quiet. You knew him as much to know that it was the sign for you that he was most certainly pissed off. Or turned on, but that wasn't the case.

You needed a second, but then nodded with wide eyes, darting down to his parted lips, back up to his dark, angry eyes. “That's a-all.”

As fast as he was over you did he straighten himself into a sitting position, straddling your legs. One hand on your waist, digging deep, one covering his eyes. “Why..You drive me crazy, woman”, it was a stretched groan followed by a deep, unamused chuckle. His words more to himself than to you.

Confused by his behaviour you blinked, your hands finding his thighs as to why his left hand fell back to his side. Now all you could witness in his brown orbs was lust and a waver of emotions that he controlled in the blink of an eye. “I understood your words back down in the kitchen. So, it's okay as it is.”

“Can you shut up?”, his voice wasn't harsh or bold, it was a whisper, a needy one that showed how hard it was to stay composed right now.

Biting your lip you nodded, your body trembling in fear and the remaining arousal from his merciless fingers a couple of minutes ago. Then Yoongi's hand that fell to his side was caressing a way from your waist, over your mounds further up to your neck. It lay flat on your throat, softly wrapping around it, a light squeeze followed wherefore your core began to burn again. But it was gone faster than you wished for, his finger gazing over your jaw, feathery tracing the shape of your lips, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down the second time this night. Anticipation built in your body and mind while you watched him out of wide eyes, his own following the digits which stroked gently over your parted lips.

“You're asking too much from me”, another faint whisper reaching your ears, desperate, needy.

“I won't ask anything anymore, Yoongi”, you answered him, but he seemed not to hear you, his stare still down on your wet mouth, his thumb wetting it with your own saliva.

The moment his big hand cupped your face he leaned down, his face stopping only a centimetre away from yours, your nose slightly touching his. If you wouldn't know that he would never kiss you, you may have fainted from the closeness, but instead you just smiled shyly at him, your arms wrapped casually around his waist, feeling the heat resonating from his body.

His eyes met yours, an eternity passing. “Keep them closed”, was all he said before you obeyed, your heart and mind repressing the feeling of heated anticipation of a kiss, ready to accept whatever he had planned to do next.

You heard him swallowing hard before a warmth spread inside your body, your eyes wanting to shot open, your fingers cramping, digging into his smooth flesh. Nothing you ever felt could compare to the feeling of falling into another dimension, of being sucked into someone's presence as the kiss you received from the man who denied your request, who explained that he wouldn't kiss you despite your desperate tries and your heartfelt question down the stairs in his kitchen.

His lips were wet, so warm that they might count as heated, tasting like wine as well as the manly scent that illuminated him normally, mixed with a sweetness whose source your couldn't fathom. Slowly, tenderly he moved his parted lips on yours, one hand cupping your face gently while the other dug deep into your waist, hiding the frantic shake of it. Yoongi's tongue traced over your bottom lip, tasting you before pushing into your mouth, past your lips without asking for entrance, which wasn't necessary anyway. His wet muscle found your own, stroking it experienced, playing with it with the time of the world, no rush, no hunger. Only the sensation and passion that was enough to make you squirm, mewls that wanted to be freed muffled by his lips while exchanging a heated kiss.

Yoongi then parted from you with a 'pop', your eyes still closed, not daring to open them without a command from the man who made your heart almost jump out of your chest. A silent moment later you felt his lips on yours again, more passionate this time, moving faster, harder on yours. Kinda pressing down without hurting you, but hard enough to suffocate from his lips, no air to breathe. But who needed to breathe if all you needed was kissing the man you developed forbidden feelings for? Tasting him, feeling the softness of his mouth on yours, exchanging a lustful wave of kisses that weren't allowed to be shared?

The time stood still while you two lost yourselves into the kiss, his hands wandering over your body, yours now grabbing his hair, pulling at the strands whereas your hips thrust up to rub over his bulge. Moans were muffled, his grunts lost inside your mouth whilst his tongue discovered your wet cave.

Never have you expected him to give you what you asked for, kissing you out of his own way. Maybe it was all just because you had asked him previously and he wanted to make up for what he did, but it was worth both ways.

After a while his hands were down your stomach, sneaking their way between your legs to stroke over your clit, rubbing it in circles wherefore you began to pant, his lips slowly parting to look into your face. His cheeks were flushed, ears red and lips swollen while you opened your eyes the first time after what felt like hours. Your own face was a shade darker, your lower lip pulled between your teeth.

“Don't ever say that you're just with me because I want you to be here. Be here because you want it, too”, Yoongi whispered, his chest heaving as he throw his legs over your body down the bed. He freed himself from his jeans before hovering over you again. “And don't forget. Only tonight..”

“Y-yes”, your voice betrayed you, telling him how excited, happy and turned on you were from the kissing. How he turned your insides upside down, how he made your head spin. But you didn't care, the moment way too beautiful to feel shame for what you were feeling.

His cock was only covered by his tight, white boxers, pressing down on your spread legs, circling over your core with his hips. “Now tell me what you want.”

Smiling up to him you were confident to ask him to kiss you again, and so he did. Yoongi didn't even hesitate to lean down and brush his lips against yours, licking a stripe over your lips before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling at it. Moans left your parted lips at his action, filling the air around you until he silenced them with his lips again.

“Y-Yoongi?”, you asked weakly, pushing him off of you. “I can't wait any longer..” You looked between your bodies down to where your cores met, gulping loudly, but ere you could ask anything else you were flipped around, his body pressed against yours from behind.

“I'll take the lead now, babygirl”, he growled into your ear, biting down on your neck. “I've planned something new for tonight”, you could hear the smirk on his lips while his hands wandered down your back, laying flat on your ass. Like he usually did he smacked your wobbling flesh, massaging it before another harder smack followed the other until you had to grab the sheets, crying into the mattress below you. You loved the way he treated you, his kisses giving you highs, but if he started to be rougher then it was your time to shine.

“Ass up, babygirl”, Yoongi slid down your body, his lips brushing over the skin he passed, over your back, leaving a wet trail all over your skin until he was positioned between your legs right in front of your bare heat. You obeyed after he found a way to sit comfortably on his knees, his fingers stroking over your ass, hitting it with the back of his hand as to why your ass perked up. “You love to be hit, don't you?”

Humming you tried to spread your legs with your ass up, but Yoongi's hands gripped on your ankles to shove them back together. You protested, but a loud and harsh hit stopped you, your back aching at the stinging pain. “Answer me, babygirl”, despite the petname was his voice commanding, harshly demanding you to speak up, responding to his questions.

“I l-love it if you hit me. Hard”, you moaned, a muffled noise by the sudden sensation of another merciless sting caused by the back of his hand. You bet that the spot was bright red, maybe had the outline of his hand, but it was all you needed. It turned you on, and after he finally did what you desperately wished for, you didn't care how hard and violent the treatment turned out to be, you were high from his lips, ready to take everything he offered and wanted from you that night.

“That's what I want to hear”, Yoongi caressed the spot he violated only to give it a lot lighter blow of his hand. Biting your inner cheeks you repressed the loud cry that dared to build in your throat.

“Touch me..I can't handle it anymore”, you whined, wanting to feel anything. “Yoongi..”

Another guttural, carnal sound echoed from the walls, a heavy reaction of the man who was in charge hearing his name moaned from your weak voice, needy and craving.

“Touch you? How?”

You threw him an impatient glance over your shoulder, telling him he shouldn't tease with your eyes as to why Yoongi chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his bare chest. “I don't care what you use, but do me!”

“What a lewd way of telling me to fill you, babygirl. With what? My fingers?”, he chuckled again, his warm fingertips slowly darting over your folds, immediately soaked by your arousal. “Fuck, babygirl, what's this?”

His hand shot over your shoulder, showing your how damn wet his finger glistered in the dimmed light of his bedroom. Grinning you stuck out your tongue to lick over his fingertips, the man behind you roaring at your action. Without warning he shoved them into your mouth with the words: “Wanna lick them clean or why do you use your tongue?”

Shaking your head you hollowed out your cheeks, turning the guy behind you on more than you intended in the first place. He grabbed your hair, pulling it hence your head was turned upwards, his fingers out your mouth he slapped your cheek. His cock was pressed down on your ass while he leaned forward to wrap his hand around your throat.

“Stop that, babygirl. I wanna pleasure you, but you make it difficult to do that properly”, his voice sounded raspy as it quietly said those words, his hands loosening to get back to his previous position in front of your ass. “Where were we? Ah, yes, I asked you how you want to be touched. I guess my fingers weren't worth an answer”, he shook his head, your own down on the mattress again, moaning at his words. “What about my dick, hm? Sounds good, don't you think?”

You immediately agreed, a stretched sound of a 'yes' as he pulled out his cock to let it slide over your folds up to your sensitive rose. You whimpered, trying to crawl further up, but his hands grabbed your hips to pull them back, a lot harsher than it ought to.

“What was that? You make your daddy quite angry here, babygirl”, Yoongi growled again, his hands holding you in a bruising manner. Then he parted from your core, his cock back at its place whilst a hand that groped your hip did what you never expected. He slapped your folds hardly, the pressure you felt from his little torture slowly springing free. “What a nasty sound. Let's hear it again”, he hummed as his hand reached down again, slick and loud from the heaviness of his hit on your pussy. Whining you arched your back, your head falling back with a deafening mewl. How could something like this turn you on so fucking much?

“D-do it again”, your voice was a whiff, weak wherefore Yoongi only scoffed, telling you to better say it properly. “Hit me, Yoongi. Slap my pussy again.”

“That's my girl”, he declared proudly, taking in the view of your overflowing, pink heat before his fingers slapped over it again.

Panting you felt how sweat formed on your body, your hair sticking to your face. Your eyes were closed, concentrating not to jump up to ride him immediately.

“Unfortunately all my toys are downstairs, so last option”, Yoongi's husky words let your hair stand straight, the thought alone made your pussy contradict around nothing. At first you felt his breath on your heat, blowing a gust of warm air on your drenched folds, then his pink, hearty lips on your ass where they left a trail of hot, wet kisses down to where you needed them the most. His tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe over your pink lips, tasting you, taking in the fluids that dared to run down your leg. You couldn't deny that this was the second most arousing action he had ever gifted you with, his hot muscle doing wonders as it dug into you. In a rather slow pace he started to push it through your folds, deeper inside you until his nose met the curve over your heat.

“F-fuck..”, you cried aloud, followed by a shiver running down your spine.

Slurping sounds answered you as Yoongi's tongue slid in and out, his lips kissing yours. He used a finger to rub over your clit, the ultimate sensation you needed to come if he let you. With a lot more pressure he started to circle around your bundle of nerves, showing you his tongue technology at the same time. It didn't take you long to tighten around his wet muscle, your hands frantically holding onto the sheets as you felt your orgasm approach. Thanks to his previous touches you came fast and hard, his tongue buried inside you as you cried out his name, his fingers pressing as hard as they could on your clit, chasing the high with you.

“You came so hard”, Yoongi's face was coated in your climax, your juices spilling from his lips as he separated his face from your shaking body, your pussy wet and hot from your orgasm. “Look what you've done to me.”

Trembling you tried to look over your shoulder, the view he granted you with arousing you a second time. Yoongi's lips were swollen, a glistering, slick liquid spilling from his lips down his chin while his boxers showed a streak of precum that formed at the angry tip of his cock, pulsating behind the white fabric of his boxers. His hair was a mess and skin flushed wherefore you tried to stand up to turn around. Shaking from your high you finally did it, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down over you.

“Fuck me”, you moaned as loud as you could, your legs wrapping around his hips to feel his still dressed, throbbing cock on your heat.

“Say it again”, was all he said, pulling the soaked boxers from his cock that sprung free, throwing it down next to his bed, laying on your heat to rub over your clit and folds.

You smirked up at him, licking your lips suggestively. “Min Yoongi, fuck me. Now.”

The rattlesnake in his chest was back as he leaned down to press his juicy lips on yours so you could taste yourself on them, licking over his lips several times to take in all of your orgasm's remains. As you did Yoongi positioned himself right before your entrance, pushing his cock into you without warning. He slid right in, your high perfect lubrication for the both of you wherefore he didn't even need to wait to thrust into you in a fast, hard pace. Overstimulation from the friction which was provided by his continuously fast thrusts drove you crazy, your head thrown from side to side, back arched while Yoongi's hisses took overhand over your own loud cries.

“Fuck, god damn, babygirl”, he grunted, his face contoured in pleasure, brows furrowed causing a small indentation to appear between his eyes which roamed over your bouncing breasts down where his cock was buried between your thighs. “I can't hold b-back.”

Gasping he sped up, his hips hitting you harder by the second ere his thrusts got uncontrolled, sloppy circling into you. His hands grabbed your breasts, squeezing them tightly before he thrust into you one last time, a feral groan echoing through the apartment. Yoongi remained deep inside your folds as his seeds shot through you, coating your shaking walls with his sticky semen. You were surprised that he leaned further down, his lips meeting yours, muffling his..moans. Wrapping your arms around his neck to stroke over his scalp you deepened the kiss, moving your lips on his through the time his climax shook him. Tensing his muscles he parted from your mouth, peppering one last kiss on them before he collapsed onto your body, sweat mixing into yours. The sex was intense tonight, not as rough as it used to be, caused by his guilty conscience and the urge to make you feel comfortable around him again. And it worked way too well for your liking, the strange pounding of your heart keeping you alert.

Yoongi and you stayed in this position longer than necessary, but no one dared to move first, his cock still between your folds, soft by the time your boss and sugar daddy straightened himself, pulling out of you to fall onto the mattress beside you. His body was tinged in sweat, bangs sticking to his forehead and eyes half closed. He had a blissful expression on his features, his lips pursed into a faint smile.

You on the other side chewed on your bottom rim, lost in thoughts while drawing circles on the man's chest. What happened tonight was too much to think about for you, your mind clouded with pictures of Yoongi's perfectly shaped lips on your own, his tongue in your mouth.. There wasn't a thing that could destroy the memory of it, not even the tiny voice that shouted at you from a distance. You're doomed, y/n. That feeling is called-

“You can take a shower in the bathroom right next to the bedroom”, Yoongi's voice interrupted the voice in your head that currently wanted to spill the details about your feelings for the man next to you who faintly grinned at you. “Take this.”

He handed you a t-shirt that he snatched from a chair beside his bed, nodding as you questioningly looked at him. You should wear his shirt? For real? Shyly you took it to throw over your head, searching for your thong.

“You can sleep here if you want”, another unbelievable sentence fell from his lips, letting your jaw drop. You were allowed to stay over? Sleep in the master's bed while he's around? This night was full of surprises!

Nodding you walked out of the room hastily, running from the man in the bed with red ears and an extremely loud heartbeat.

Yoongi stared at your back, your ass barely covered by the big shirt he lent you as you rushed out of his bedroom with blushing cheeks. A low chuckle escaped him, his thoughts turning back and forth before they landed on you, as always. Whatever you did with your foul mouth, your perfect curves and those sweet smiles, he obeyed you like a puppy although you might not fathom it. You were all he wished for, had ever wished for and now he couldn't have you. Of course, your body was his, but there was more in your eyes when you met his gaze. A sparkle, tenderness and hunger which resulted in a feeling he couldn't answer. Not after tonight.

Sighing his head fell back on the mattress below him, his hands rubbing over his burning face in a nervous, frustrated manner. What had he done. It was wrong, so so wrong, but felt too good. Your warm lips, tasting the sweetest that had ever laid on his tongue..both your pretty mouth and your leaking pussy had him almost coming without being touched..But why had he done it? Because of your pleading? As if. Because his heart beat uneven when you were around? Of course not, never. The tiny bubbles popping down his stomach? Fuck no. Because of the way you degraded yourself in front of him? Telling him you were nothing more than a piece of meat he could have his fun with? Exactly..right?

“Fuck!”

His mind was a mess as Yoongi wriggled himself out of bed to grab his laptop, the black frame of his glasses put on his perfectly shaped nose. He couldn't risk letting you go anymore, at least not as long as the agreement connected you two physically, because he knew if any other man would see how wonderful your body was you would be gone. Yoongi couldn't give you what you wanted, he knew it, but he wouldn't let you go without a fight wherefore his fingers flew over the keyboard, looking for an apartment close to the main house Jimin and he would move in in the next weeks. But it was useless, the rents of the flats around way too expensive for you to pay with your low wage. Cursing he scrolled through several websites, but there was nothing that suited you and furthermore his own taste.

There was only one way to keep you close and his dick buried in your hot, slick folds. You had to move in. Not because of a single spark of a feeling he desperately tried to repress, most definitely not. Right? White roses, no red ones!

Determined to offer you to move in with the condition of a temporary solution for his sexual needs which would suffer from the upcoming meetings, the trips abroad and late night sessions on his desk inside the company for a long time. Chewing on his pink, still coated bottom lip Yoongi's digits worked hastily to write an e-mail to Mr. Kim who would initiate your change of house from tomorrow onwards. He couldn't even end the mail as your small figure danced light-footed back to his side, your warm smile the cause of the knot forming in his throat.

After coming back you found Yoongi sitting naked on his bed, the typical metal case in his lap, typing with skilful fingers into the keyboard. At the groaning sound falling from your lips he looked up, his black glasses sliding down his nose. The familiar mocking glance laying on your body while his brows cocked up, disinterest lacing his brown orbs.

“What?”

“Work again?”

He shrugged his bare shoulders, adjusting the frame while shutting down the laptop. “To be honest, no it wasn't work.”

Shaking your messy head you giggled, climbing back to the man's side where you snuggled up close to his body. Your hand traced over his stomach up to his chest with a faint, comfortable smile turning your edges up. He felt as soft and warm, the way you left him to take a shower. It was astonishing to lay next to the man you admired, his flawless skin smooth under your touch as your cheek met his chest. Tonight you wouldn't miss out on anything, if he hated it or not.

“Y/n?”, suddenly his voice filled the silence, nervous and loud, disturbing your daydream.

You tilted your head whereas sitting up, curious what caused the changed in tone. With gentle fingers you circled his chest again, looking him in his pretty, pale face to see that he chewed on his lower lip, turning a shade darker.

“I won't be having much time for you the next months. My company has a lot in progress, a big fish hooked”, he sounded monotone, not even looking at you. A very long silence followed where Yoongi stared into a distance you couldn't see, but you waited for what he wanted to tell you, smiling up at him with fearful excitement. The words forming on your favourite lips shook you, your eyes getting wider.

“Move in.”

Thirst woke you that night, your body pressed down by a heavy weight on your waist holding you where you were. With delicate fingers you lifted the pale arm off of your skin, Yoongi's skin burning on yours after another heated round of rough sex.

Tiptoeing you silently walked down the dark corridor, your body covered by his shirt while your mind was still wide awake after what he had offered you a couple of hours ago.

Min Yoongi had seriously asked you to move in with him, paying your rent for you as long as you stayed with him. Surely it was only to give him his toy's body when he felt stressed, frustrated or wanted to fuck, but the question itself made you beam. You would really move into his house (well, with his annoying brother, but anyway). Biting furiously on your inner cheek you repressed a joyful cry while dancing through the darkness towards the kitchen whereas you found the lost parts of your clothes, not caring to pick them up at all. Humming a sweet melody you opened the fridge, rummaging until you found what you were looking for, deliciously sipping on the bitter juice with swinging hips, the melody in your head your rhythm.

No man spun your head like Yoongi did, his kisses, his touches and now his offer..what a perfect night! The thoughts of him 'cheating' long forgotten, replaced by the sweetness of a feeling you weren't allowed to show, ever.

With a loud 'pop' you let the package drop back to its place, almost closing the fridge as hands grabbed your waist from behind, pulling you close with a certain roughness you were used to, the spots where his fingers dug into your skin already bruised as to why you yelped. He sensed your pain, soothing it with soft strokes, Yoongi's hand feeling different while you leaned your head against his naked shoulder, still humming the melody roaming your mind. Yoongi didn't say a word as his one hand slid down to your ass, smacking the still aching spots he had violated in the second round of the night before his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed against his core where you met his erect cock, rubbing your bare flesh against it.

“Don't you think that's kinda cheating?”

Freezing you looked down where the arm surrounded your upper body, the tiny light of the fridge providing the only light in the kitchen tinging the skin in a way darker color than it actually was. You should've recognized him immediately, too high from Yoongi's words who still lay deep asleep upstairs, curled up on his side, blind to the far more muscular body leaning into yours, the rings covered fingers cold on your ass. And the scent. Damn, why didn't you pay attention from the beginning?

“Let me the fuck go, you pervert!”, your voice was a sharp whisper, cutting the sexual air in one go.

A deep chuckle resonating from behind you the arm and hand were gone as to why you pulled down your shirt, closing the fridge and turning furiously mad around to face a mischievous grinning Jimin. “Dress properly, god damn.”

Your hand covered your eyes hastily, Jimin's low laughter filling the room. He was naked, from top to toe, his prominent dick straight pointing at you. How could you recognize him as Yoongi if he was everything but the man you have fallen for?

“Who is standing in front of me, swinging her hips in nothing but a shirt? You're not even wearing panties, y/n”, Jimin crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen's island with spread legs. “As if Miss Innocent never saw a naked man.”

Gritting your teeth you let the hand drop, trying to sneak past your lover's brother, but his hand enclosed around your upper arm, his eyes lingering on your body. Confusion and ultimate embarrassment traced your features, your hands holding your shirt at its place.

“What now?”, you sounded annoyed, the awkwardness you felt vanishing as Jimin's eyes crinkled from brightly smiling at you.

“I just want to have a talk with you”, he shrugged his naked, toned shoulders, his smile not leaving his plump lips as he let go of your arm.

“Sure, like this, right? Grabbing my fucking ass? You must be kidding”, you furrowed your brows, shaking your head. “Try again next time.”

“Tomorrow after breakfast.”

“What?”, annoyed you turned around again. Even now Jimin didn't even try to hide what he carried, his arms casually spread on the island. Sighing you swore you wouldn't be stopped again as you rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Yoongi's cheeky little brother behind, but despite your recently made promise your limbs got paralysed.

“Ana almost caught you fucking my brother”, Jimin chirped, your body halfway down the black corridor. Tardy footsteps followed his words as if he knew that they got you. “Y/n, you move your hips so damn well.. and those cute mewls”, he chuckled, his bare, toned body beside yours, leaning down to place his chin on your shoulder, his plump, pink lips nearly touching your ear. “Better be grateful that I closed the door before she could see, but your moans were too loud, y/n. Ana almost couldn't concentrate..and neither could I. How can someone like you be that hot? And your ass”, he hummed, his cock giving off a slick sound as his hand began to stroke it. “Run, y/n.”

You wouldn't be told twice as you took your legs into your hands and ran down the hall towards the stairs, Jimin's heat following you a lot slower. Back inside Yoongi's bedroom you felt safe, hearing footsteps walking casually down the floor, a deep chuckle and then a door falling into its lock.

Heavily breathing you climbed back into the bed next to the man who you thought was behind you down in the kitchen, feeling shame to be touched by his brother's hands. The tingling feeling and wetness between your legs ignoring, although you were seemingly turned on from someone who wasn't the man who should be the only one able to do it.

“Y-y/n?”, a groggy, raspy voice whispered your name, a hand caressing your thigh. “Everything's fine?”

“Huh?”, you asked perplexed, laying down beside Yoongi, taking his hand to place it on your stomach. “Y-yeah, all fine..”

Grunting Yoongi let his head fall back on his pillow, his messy hair standing in all direction while his warm fingers stroked small circles on your belly, a lovely, soft action you've never expected from your boss and lead it back to his drowsiness.

Even as you tried to shake off the images from before, you couldn't let them go. Jimin's abs, his tanned body in general gifted by the gods..and his cock. Fuck, whenever you closed your eyes you saw it behind your lids, heard his low, husky voice close to your ear. Goosebumps formed on your arms thinking about it, a reaction only the man beside you could elicit.

And you should move in with them? How would you survive with your sugar daddy constantly fucking you senseless and his brother mocking you, playing with your sensitive nerves? There was only one way to get your mind off of Jimin's impenetrable charms.

“Yoongi?”, you sneakily kissed a path from his jaw down his neck towards his chest, leaving wet marks on the way until you reached your destination.

Jimin sat on his bed a long time, the woman in his bed snoring like hell wherefore he hadn't a choice but to listen to your voice. His cock still erect he silently bumped it, biting his pink lower lip not to make a sound. Damn..

After coming in he was sure his brother and you would still be talking, or at least quietly fucking in his room like Yoongi used to, the girls mostly shy and reluctant with him, but what he witnessed wasn't what he expected as he invited the woman he had a date with over to fuck. Slowly they went up the stairs, Ana's hands already eagerly unbuttoning her complicated dress. Jimin was proud to take a woman home after a long time, his dick twitching from thinking about a heated night, but then he heard it. Low grunts, the lewd sound of someone's hand smacking on another ones skin and those utterly sweet, feminine mewls from a woman's lips whose voice he recognized as yours. A rather loud growl escaped him, the woman next to him thinking it was because of her, which was most certainly not the case. He then told her to stay where she stood, waiting for him to come back to the place on the stairs as he rushed down the hall, the door to his brother's private room opened a larger crack.

You sat on Yoongi's lap, your ass perked up high while riding him with experienced hips. Your ass was round, curves perfectly shaped while you moved them in a circling motion, your moans echoing through the entire apartment. Jimin had to gulp, his cock feeling too damn tight under his dark pants, his hand stroking over the dressed, pulsating bulge while peeping on your body. Fuck what a lucky bastard his brother was to have his own little slut riding him how he wanted. As Yoongi's pale, large hand grabbed your ass, hitting an already beaming red spot he knew that Jimin should close the door before exploding.

“Your brother is able to fuck someone?”, the woman behind him giggled, but Jimin wasn't like joking.

“He fucking is..damn”, was all he announced, furiously turning around to pull Ana with him.

Now he sat on the edge of his bed like a little boy, listening to a second or third round of you two, your fucking loud cries driving him over the edge, his cum spilling over his chest, spurts flowing down his fingers. Exhaling extremely loud he saw what he had done. Jerking off to his brother's toy's moans, picturing himself in Yoongi's position he was disgusted with himself, wiping his sticky release on the woman's leg next to him who just snorted.

Damn, why was his brother always getting the good things in life? Jimin wasn't wicked or greedy to get what his brother possessed, but right now his mind was occupied by you. Yoongi always got his hands on the good stuff while he was removed from everybody's sight and forced to stay abroad for years hence he tried to follow his brother's way of living. Ah, yes, he loved his older sibling, but there were times where Jimin just wanted to live on his heart's content. And this time started now.

Your cheeky foul mouth making him grin, your body obviously arousing him to the point he got himself off while another woman could do this task easily, a mean, unforgivable thought shoved itself in the front of his mind.

He wanted you, no matter how high the price.

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