schemin’ | myg (m) 10
⇝ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader
⇝ summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.
⇝ genre: angst ; smut ; slowburn
⇝ category: series
⇝ chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, flashback, yoongi pov, unprotected sex(be responsible), protected sex, spanking; hairpulling, timeskip, seokjinnie cameo again cus i miss him, soft yoongi and soft reader, rough fucking, oral sex (f. rec), mentions of daniel, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, pussy slap, faceriding, minors dni
wordcount: 8.2k
a/n: ahhh we’ve made it to the finale… i can’t believe we’ve made it. thank u so much for this journey! i can’t believe we’ve built a community for this and i love every single on you. i hope you stick around for my upcoming fics too <3 thank u!!
— m.list & concept video
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chapter 10: schemer
A cry ripped through her throat as his big hand came down to her asscheek in a rough slap, the skin of her ass recoiling from the impact.
“I’m gonna need you to be quiet, baby.” His low voice rang in her ears like a blaring alarm from right behind her but she simply did not have the energy to look back at him, the wooden surface against her cheek was a constant reminder that she was playing a dangerous game.
Her pearly whites sank into her bottom lip, keeping it trapped and using it as a sound barrier for her pathetic moans and gasps.
He hardly wasted any time as he pushed his shaft right into her wet pussy, the ridges and veins of his dick grinding against her slick walls as he fully bottomed out. He let out a low groan at how tightly she wrapped around him, his hands traveled up her thighs to hold her hips firmly as he slowly started thrusting into her, aware of the time they didn’t have.
Her own hand reached up, fingers draping over her swollen lips to keep herself as quiet as possible as his pounding got rougher, the head of his dick just barely grazing her cervix with each thrust.
“Yoongi!” she cried into her hand, her other arm stretched out behind her to press it flat into his abdomen in an attempt to get him to slow down.
He simply paid no attention to her pleas of slowing down, if anything, his hips slammed into her ass even harder. “I told you to be quiet.”
Her manicured nails dug into the skin of her cheeks in hopes that it silenced her pathetic sobs. She put more pressure on her other hand – that’s pressing against his lower stomach – but that time, he slapped her hand away and the pace of his hips never faltered, his rock hard dick still intruding in her pussy. “Now you want to act like you didn’t tease me all throughout today’s meeting?”
“I didn’t even say anything!” She tried to defend herself, voice muffled by her hand as she recalled the events of 20 minutes ago. He still heard it loud and clear, though.
She wasn’t even supposed to be in that meeting but she slithered her way in and he paid the price of letting her stay. He should’ve known better.
“You didn’t have to say a single word, that look in your eyes and rubbing up against my legs with your foot in the middle of an important meeting is enough to piss me off and you know that.” He mercilessly continued to pound her hip bones into the edge of his desk, one of his hands reaching for her throat from the back and lifting her head off the surface.
He elegantly grabbed a fistful of her long hair and tugged her toward him, which made her arch her back and throw her head back in the process. He loved seeing her like that.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m–” she repeated, but her pleas were too loud for Yoongi’s liking. He quickly brought his other hand up, draping it over her own hand on top of her mouth to keep her quiet.
He leaned forwards a bit, soft lips grazing the shell of her ear. His heavy breaths directly hitting her ear made a jolt of electricity travel up her spine and turned her legs into jelly.
“And now you’ve made me bend you over my $20.000 desk like a slut. Tsk,” he grumbled in her ear, his dick rubbing up and down her walls so good that it had tears rolling down the sides of her face.
She shifted her eyes to their corners, wanting a glimpse of what he looked like right now.
The oxygen in her lungs got squeezed out the moment she realized he was already staring back into her eyes, his dark gaze so intense that it made her knees buckle like two sticks of spaghetti snapping under the slightest bit of pressure.
He reached around her hip and started rubbing at her clit in that pattern he knows she likes. He knows her well. Really well.
Because it didn’t take long for her stomach to start twisting from the inside out, walls clenching around his shaft to let him know she was mere moments away from her climax.
“Cum on my dick, babe,” he whispered in her ear, fingers and hips still synchronized in the way they pleased her.
“Fuck,” she whimpered as the knot finally snapped, her orgasm hitting her like a train.
Her legs shook, struggling to hold her weight but Yoongi wasn’t going to let her get away that easily. He tightly held onto her hips, continuing to roughly pound his hips into her ass to chase his own high.
She was still sprawled out on the desk, legs shaking and face pressed into the wooden surface. It only took Yoongi a few more thrusts until he was emptying out his balls inside of the condom, groaning silently when his orgasm showers his body in pure and utter bliss.
After a few more lazy thrusts, he pulled out and took a minute to catch his breath before he snapped the condom off and discarded it. He returned to her fucked out frame on top of his desk and cleaned her up with the wet tissues he keeps in his office – because that wasn’t the first or last time this happened.
She sighed in content as he helped her up, brushing some of her bangs out of her face. She simply winked at him as she pulled down her skirt, smoothing out the creases.
“Dinner?” she asked as chirpy as ever, absentmindedly trying to put his stuff back on his expensive desk.
Yoongi, however, stayed quiet for a few moments. Thinking. Stroked his chin. Considered it. “I want to but I can’t.”
She pouted, brushing her hair off her shoulder to appear casual about it. “Hm, too bad. Plans already?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “Namjoon told me I might want to check out these rookie battle rappers in some shabby, rundown hotel. They’re having another show tonight and I want to go.”
She raised her eyebrows and rubbed his shoulder, gently squeezing and massaging it. “Then, I think you should go. Who knows, maybe your new pop star is amongst them,” she said as she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Tell you what,” she paused, “When you finally sign a contract with someone new, dinner will be on me.”
His onyx eyes shifted to her brown eyes, bright and big as they twinkled at him like they used to.
He chuckled, “Okay, deal.”
She planted one last peck on his lips before spinning on her heels and heading out. “See you soon, Yoongi.”
He watched as she strutted out of his studio with a sway to her hips, his head tilted to the side and his eyes lingering on her ass.
“See you, Sarang.”
•••
His eyes trailed your glistening skin as you stood face to face with your opponent, yellow spotlights hitting your face and rhymes leaving your mouth continuously.
You seemed like you were made to be there, made to have the public eye glued to you, made to be seen and heard. You were on fire, bar after bar, the entire room yelling and roaring every time a punch line left your lips.
Instantly, Yoongi knew he had to have you. You were made to be great and he made great things. He wanted you – and he was going to get you.
He returned weekly, hoping and praying to see you in action. You were vicious, claws and fangs out for blood. He could tell how passionate you were just by a single glimpse. The fire in your eyes, the venom in your voice, the determination in your body language.
You were the one.
He had to have you.
As you hopped off the stage, Yoongi’s security went and talked the security into letting him see you for a moment. As soon as they heard the name ‘Agust D’, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation, not even for a moment.
And that’s how Yoongi walked into the backroom you were in, talked you into coming to his record label and a week later you were sitting in his studio, answering his questions.
He hates having to think this way but as a businessman, he can’t help it.
Aside from your incredible talent and skills, Yoongi couldn’t look besides the fact that you were also just a very attractive woman. Young, attractive woman + insane talent = money and success.
Yoongi couldn’t wait to sign you. He wanted to help you make your dream come true but he could also taste the money you were going to bring on the tip of his tongue. And he surely was excited.
However, the single conversation he had with you in his studio made him reconsider.
The things you said, the way you said them, the way they stuck with him.
Sure, a lot of people have said that they want to be like him. But your specific usage of the words ‘bend to my will’ intrigued him.
What were you thinking? You had just been swooped off the floor of a dirty backroom and you wanted to be on his level just so anything and everything would bend to your will?
He was fascinated yet conflicted by the fire in your eyes and the determination in your voice.
But then again, that was exactly what he liked about you.
His professionalism made him doubt you because of your lack of fear of consequences but his soul was intrigued by it. However, he also had a feeling that you were special, someone that could not be contained or silenced by any contract or industry standard.
He was going to love testing that theory.
He didn’t expect to have you signed that day, let alone 10 minutes into your first official rendezvous.
He quickly realized he just signed a deal with a fire starter, a daredevil. He couldn’t help but be wary yet intrigued by all the trouble you were going to bring. He was looking forward to taking on the challenge of trying to control someone this reckless.
He couldn’t help but be allured by you.
•••
He walked in and spotted Sarang right away, strutting over to her. “Sorry I’m late, traffic is crazy.” He quickly sat down across from her, watching her swirl the water in her glass after sipping from it.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t been here for very long myself.” She placed her glass back down near her utensils. “So, are you late because it took your new star a lot of convincing to sign to you?”
Yoongi glanced down at her empty plate, his eyes lingering for a moment as your face popped up in his mind. “No, actually,” he started, “she needed absolutely no convincing. She… signed the contract 5 minutes into our conversation without even reading through it.”
She blinked at him, fingers tracing her silver utensils and her leg slowly crossing over her other underneath the table. She clearly wanted to express her opinion about that but for some reason decided not to. “Well, how do you feel about her? Do you think she’s your next big thing?”
His eyes trailed up to hers after a while, thinking about the situation and his afternoon. “Yeah,” he said, no hesitation present. “Yeah, I do. I haven’t seen anyone with potential like her in years. She might become one of my favorites.”
She slowly nodded her head as he talked, taking the information in. “How is she as a person? You know the public eye pays a lot of attention to these artists’ behaviors and actions, especially if they’re women.”
She brought her glass back up to her matte lips, taking another sip whilst keeping eye contact with him over the rim of her glass.
His eyes stayed glued to hers as if he could see your face and personality in her eyes. He brought his shoulders up in nonchalance and dropped them right after. “She seems pretty hard to deal with.”
“Hm,” she hummed as she leaned forwards on her elbows. “What makes you say that?”
“She’s just,” he mumbled, trailing off as he tried to put it into words. “I don’t like her that much. She’s daring. Unpredictable. Reckless.” He reached for his own glass, taking a big sip of water – which he needed after that afternoon with you. He didn’t like how you caught him off guard multiple times and even almost had him speechless with an excruciatingly dry throat.
Her eyebrows shot up, creating small wrinkles on her forehead that were hidden by her bangs. “Hm.”
He shook his head as the events from earlier that day dawned on him slowly. “I mean, who just signs a contract without reading it or asking for clarifications?”
Yoongi went on a ramble, talking about what he disliked about you and what he’s worried about.
Sarang simply listened. Didn’t interrupt him. Let him talk. Silently nodded her head.
“Hm,” she hummed again after his ramble came to an end, a small smirk on her lips. “She’s going to grow on you.”
He nearly snorted and coughed up all the water he drank. Did she not listen to a single word he just said? He disliked everything about you aside from what was going to bring him money. “What?”
Her eyes trailed his face, committing his body language to memory. “Nothing, just an observation. I think you’re going to grow really fond of her.”
At that, his brows pinched together in an annoyed frown. “What makes you say that?”
She scanned the room before glancing back at him and nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders. “I know you well.”
Yoongi had no rebuttal for that and they moved onto the next topic.
•••
Months had passed and you were definitely getting worked to the bone. It wasn’t easy but you also didn’t want anything that came easily. Especially this dream that Yoongi had served to you on a silver platter. Of course you were going to have to wash and polish that damn platter every single day but the dish that was served on it made your mouth water.
Contrary to your own belief that he absolutely hated your personality (he did) and just kept you around because you were skilled, you’d be surprised that wasn’t actually the truth.
That was half true.
The CEO in him absolutely fucking hated you as a person. You were an impulsive, annoying, unpredictable, reckless brat. He hated not knowing what to expect, he hated not being in control.
But his soul… he couldn’t help but find you alluring.
In a direct contradiction to the CEO in him, him as a person loved not knowing what to expect from you. You always knew how to catch him off guard with your antics, with your words, even with your music.
You quickly became one of his favorites but he made sure not to show that.
In the months that you worked for him, he knew he wasn’t the easiest on you. Maybe he was the hardest on you of all, always critiquing you. He loved your music but he needed you to know the industry wasn’t going to be any easier on you than he was.
Over the months, he grew fond of you but that it’s not like he went any easier on you. That was it.
Well, was it, though?
Because when he stepped forwards and said he would film the music video with you, he’d shocked himself. What the fuck was he thinking? He could have an actor in the building within 10 minutes with a snap of his damn fingers!
He didn’t like it. He was losing control of himself, something he worked so hard to have over you, the most impulsive brat on earth.
And what he hated even more was how much he enjoyed being in that damn music video with you. Shooting with you, having that title of boss and employee stripped away and for once, it didn’t feel like a bad thing to want to be close to you.
All that guilt washed away that day.
After that, he promised himself to take it easy. To distance himself from you because you were slowly starting to slither your way into the cracks of his soul that he allowed to exist when he offered to be in your video.
That didn’t last long when the company got together to watch the video. Couldn’t help himself. Asked if there was anything you wanted to talk about.
He wanted you to be the first one to give in so bad so he could stop feeling guilty. So he could stop feeling bad about thinking of his employee this way.
Then he confronted you. Then he caught you watching the scenes, several times.
He knew you were right there with him, he knew you wanted it as much as he did.
But he refused to take that first step. He didn’t want you to feel obligated or like he was using his authority to make you consent.
But when you kept watching those scenes, he had enough. Done.
He kept pressing you because he had been waiting since the start for a moment to watch you break. If he could accomplish that by doing something this villainous, then so be it.
He wanted to see you become a squirming kitten – under his gaze, at his command, in his presence – compared to the raging tiger you usually were.
He loved the real power he had over you for the first time. He finally had control over the daredevil he signed all those months ago. Even if it wasn’t in the way he initially intended.
And if he could get you to break by stealing your USB, then so be it.
•••
present
Rolling over, he’s faced with your bare back and the moon shining down on you, casting shadows on your body in all the right places. He scoots closer to you, finger tracing your spine and he watches as you slightly shiver underneath his touch.
It’s been a few months since you’ve started sleeping with Yoongi regularly, sneaking around and being secretive. You’ve debuted with your album, you’re in the public eye, you’re doing interviews.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.
You glance at him over your shoulder and jut out your bottom lip, slightly shrugging. “I feel bad that I don’t feel bad.”
He blinks at you a few times and then realizes what you’re talking about. “Fuck that guy, seriously, Y/N.”
You sigh, not liking the conflicting feeling in your chest as you roll onto your back. “I’m not a slut, you know. I just–”
“Hey,” he snaps, tapping your shoulder. “I don’t think you are. When I say these things to you or call you names, it’s purely for our enjoyment. You shouldn’t listen to what that bastard says either.”
It’s true, Yoongi would never think that of you and he would never want you to view yourself like that. You are in a shit relationship and Yoongi’s giving you a safespace, that’s all it is. So what if you like being called a slut by him? So what if he thinks it’s hot as fuck when you desperately need his dick inside of you?
“I know, I know, it’s just,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead as you stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I just feel a bit conflicted.”
“That’s because you’re human.” He falls back onto the mattress and stares at the ceiling too, both your bodies covered by his thin white sheets.
You turn your head to look at him. “What do you think about all this?”
He continues to stare at the ceiling, though, avoiding your gaze. “I think you should just forget about all of that and be in this moment with me.”
It’s silent for a few moments before he turns his head and glances down at you, to see you still staring at him.
You share an intense staredown and if he wasn’t a little bitch, he’d admit just your eyes staring into his has his heart beating in his throat.
“Be in this moment with you? You just fucked me in your kingsize bed, give me a break,” you laugh as you sit up, allowing the sheets to drop down and expose your bare skin.
He chuckles in response and traces your spine with his finger, drawing circles on your back and ribs. “If you’re down for round two, I am too.”
“You’re crazy,” you mumble and shake your head but clearly seem to be considering it.
He notices it right away and sits up, leaning into you and pressing soft kisses to the side of your face and down your neck, prepping your collarbones in kisses and licks.
“Yoongi–”
The sound of your phone ringing snaps you right out of the moment. You glance over at your phone on his nightstand.
[9:53PM]
Daniel
Incoming call
“Fuck,” you whisper as you reach for your phone. You haven’t seen him or heard from him since breakfast.
“Hey,” you say as you accept the call. Yoongi simply continues to kiss down your neck, clearly not giving a fuck that you’re on the phone with your boyfriend.
“Hey, where are you?”
“Oh, I, uh–”
Your phone gets snatched out of your hand and you’re too late to retrieve it when Yoongi puts the phone to his ear. “Hey, Daniel, my man. We’re having a late night dinner with the entire company. I promise, we’ll have her home by a reasonable time.”
Yoongi pushes you back by your shoulders when you try to snatch the phone back until you’re fully lying down, his free hand coming up to fondle your breast.
“Huh? Are you– wait, Agust D? Oh! Sorry, man. No, take your time, really. I was just wondering where she was. My bad, don’t have too much fun without me.”
He licks around your hardened nipples and simply hums in response, his free hand now traveling down your body to cup your sex, making you quietly gasp.
“Don’t worry, mate, we’re thinking about you,” Yoongi says as he glances up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he winks, mouth still lathering your breast in kisses and saliva.
“Alright, thanks, man. See you.”
Yoongi doesn’t even say bye back as he hangs up and throws your phone aside, tugging the sheets further down your body to expose more of you to him.
“Yoongi,” you whisper-whine but show no efforts or intentions of stopping him.
He simply continues to tease your nipples with his mouth, your lip almost bursting from the pressure you’re putting on it with your teeth.
“So what if you’re a slut?” he asks as he glances up at you. “You’re a slut only for me, aren’t you?”
He’s saying it with a certain caution in his tone, like he’s testing the waters to make sure you’re okay with it.
“Yeah,” you reply breathily, watching him press soft kisses to your chest and down the valley of your breasts. His shoulders visibly drop in relief and then he rolls off of you, hands tracing and gripping your thighs until you’re automatically spreading your legs for him.
He softly exhales through his nose, something you can only describe to be a chuckle as your eyes intently watch him tease your folds with the tips of his fingers.
“Yoongi,” you whine.
“I already fucked you today. Why are you still this needy?” He hums after asking you a question he clearly knows the answer to, eyeing your sex before glancing up at you.
Unlike what he expected you to do, you simply say, “Because I like being with you.”
He blinks at you in confusion for a few moments before sitting up and gently closing your legs. “You know we don’t have to have sex to just enjoy each other’s company, right?”
Guilt bubbles up the back of his throat. Is that really the vibe he’s been giving you?
“Oh, I know.” You get comfortable against his pillows. “But you also make me really horny. I don’t know what it is but I just constantly want you inside of me.”
Well.
That’s enough for blood to instantly rush to Yoongi’s dick, hardening by the second as he watches your innocent face with that mischievous glint in your eyes.
His eyes drop down to your lips, so kissable and so pouty that it drives him insane. All he wants to do all day is kiss you, listen to you speak, maybe even fuck your face.
He tries to hide his boner but ultimately fails when your eyes drop to his groin and take notice. “Does that make you hard?”
He merely grunts in annoyance, spreading your legs again and pulling your body down to him.
“Shut up,” he mumbles, using his thumb to gently tease your clit. “I also really like being with you.”
That makes the corners of your mouth curl up, eyes hooded and screaming for attention. “Hm, I bet you do.”
He has to keep his eye from twitching. Just as he thought you were going to be obedient and easy to deal with for once, you prove him wrong.
And he can’t help but fucking love it.
“You keep up that attitude and I’m not giving you anythi–”
“You say that but your dick is practically begging for attention, look at it.” You nod toward his erection. “You can’t really hold it over my head if you’re also dying to put it in.”
You are so fucking insufferable.
All Yoongi does is slowly nod his head, clearly not enjoying the way you’re basically mocking him but he lets you run your mouth.
“I wonder if you talk this way to him,” he muses as he pushes your thighs back toward your torso, earning a gasp from you.
“What?”
“Is it because you know I won’t let you get off easy?” he starts, rubbing shapes onto your inner thighs.
“I just–”
“I was thinking out loud, be quiet.” He gets onto his knees in front of you, between your legs. Your eyes drop down to his erection, hard and screaming for attention.
“Make me,” you fire back.
Slap.
His hand comes down on your poor sex, making your legs jolt. “Ow! That hurt, Yoongi!”
“Watch your mouth.”
He shakes his head, his hand dropping down to spread your wetness all over your sex. You’re still wet from the last time he fucked you so you literally don’t need any prep but you know he’s not doing it to prep you, he’s doing it to tease you.
“But I want you to put me in my place,” you sigh quietly, legs gently jerking whenever his fingers inch closer to your pussy.
He simply laughs. “I know you do.” He runs his fingers up your slit, collecting your arousal and shaking his head in mock disappointment. “I’ve known that for a long time, you know.”
You huff quietly, crossing your arms over your chest like a child that wanted a blue cup to drink out of instead of a green one.
“You don’t know me,” you scoff, trying to act like his touch doesn’t have the effect on you that it does but his eyes take notice of the clench in your thighs and the goosebumps on your skin.
“That so?” he muses, eyes roaming your body. “You think I don’t know you? What you want?”
“Hm.”
“You think I don’t know you’re constantly provoking me because you just want me to give into you? Like you’re the person that finally got me to break out of character?” he says as he moves to the side of your body, lips closing in on your neck and fingers teasing your sex as he coats your collarbones in kisses.
You merely grunt in response.
“That you’re one of the only ones that got to see Yoongi instead of Agust D?”
You roll your head back, making him kiss up your throat and press kisses to your jaw. “It makes you feel special, doesn’t it?”
You tense under him and he notices instantly but he doesn’t say anything else and neither do you. At least not for a few moments.
“So what if it does? Don’t you feel special that I’m in your bed right now instead of my boyfriend’s? Aren’t you glad to know?”
This makes Yoongi pull away from your neck to glance at you. There’s a glint of something in your eyes that Yoongi can’t quite put his finger on but that’s not what made him pull away.
It’s because Yoongi thought of something.
“What?” you ask, having taken notice of Yoongi’s switch in demeanor.
He quickly shakes his head and says, “Nothing, it’s nothing. Just relax for me.”
You simply stare at him in confusion before relaxing again and keeping your legs spread while he pushes his middle and ring finger into you. You quietly whimper as he starts massaging your walls, legs jolting whenever he curls his fingers to assault your g-spot.
“You’re so needy,” he mumbles, leaning in to press his lips against yours whilst he pumps his fingers into you at a slow, insanity-inducing pace.
“Do you like it when I’m needy for you?” you innocently mewl, knowing damn well it’s you that would like the thought of that.
“Hm,” he pauses, “I do, actually.”
There’s more where that came from as he keeps whispering more of these things to you, ending his night by fucking you into his mattress for a second time that day.
•••
“Give me my phone!” you whine as Seokjin holds it further out of your reach.
“No, you’re going to tell me everything,” he declares, sliding your phone into his pocket as he waves a waiter over to come take your order.
You groan and childishly slouch in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Tell you what?”
He simply shrugs his shoulders. “You and your boss. And don’t tell me nothing’s going on because I know what you look and act like when you’ve been getting fucked right.”
You press your lips together, trying to ignore the tingle in your stomach.
Right, Seokjin used to fuck you good and he’s still really attractive but so what? You broke it off years ago, there’s no reason for his words to have that much of an impact on you.
You stomp on his foot underneath the table. “Don’t talk like that.”
He screeches in pain and then laughs, waving his hand at you in dismissal. “So? Are you gonna tell me or what?”
You snap, “What is there to tell? We’ve been fucking for a few months now. Happy?”
His lips curl up into a smirk. “I knew it.”
You roll your eyes and shut your mouth once the waiter arrives, introducing himself and silently taking your order.
“How’d you break up with Daniel?” Seokjin asks once the waiter leaves, taking a sip of his glass of water.
Your throat dries up in an instant, urging you to take a sip from your own water. “Uh,” you mumble, eyes glued to the utensils in front of you.
Your eyes shift up to his and you watch in real time as the realization sets. “You haven’t, have you?” he asks quietly, a slight tilt to his head and his brows slightly pinched together.
You sigh. “It just… kind of happened and I just kept delaying it. I’m gross, I know.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about the fact that you’re in the public eye now. You need to be careful.”
Oh.
He’s right.
This early on in your career and having a cheating scandal would obliterate any dream you have left. You would never be able to bounce back, especially when the other man is someone with a reputation and fanbase like Agust D.
“Yeah… You’re right. I know. I’ll have that talk with him one of these days.”
You enjoy your meal with Seokjin and by the time you’ve made it to dessert, you’ve realized he still has your phone.
Once you have it back in your possession, you excuse yourself and decide to call Yoongi once you walk onto the parking lot.
“Hey,” you say once he picks up.
“Hey. Everything okay?”
“Yeah… yeah. It’s just that, uh,” you sigh, trying to think of a way to say this. “My friend has brought something to my attention.”
“Hm. Which is?”
“I have a reputation to uphold now, now that I’m in the public eye, Yoongi.”
“Slow down,” he starts, sounding slightly panicked. “Meaning what?”
“Meaning I need to break up with him, if word got out about a cheating scandal, my career would be over–”
“Stop, stop, stop.” He’s silent for a few moments. “Meet me at my place in an hour, okay?”
You sigh and rub your hairline, looking up at the night sky in distress. “Okay.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
With that, you end the conversation and stand there for a moment longer before heading back inside and finishing your meal with Seokjin. He never once judges you or brings it up again.
Well, he’s the one that kind of liked the idea of you and Yoongi but still. That doesn’t mean he should approve.
•••
You make your way to Yoongi’s home, typing the password into the keypad and strutting down the stone path leading to his front door.
Before you even knock, the door swings open, revealing Yoongi in a bathrobe with damp hair and a toothbrush in his mouth.
Déjà vu.
He steps aside right away, wordlessly inviting you in. You do so and simply follow him all the way to his room, a path you’ve quickly memorized.
He walks into his bathroom and rinses his mouth as you drop your purse onto his bed and follow him into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and looking at him through the mirror.
You start, “So?”
He dries his mouth and turns to look at you. “So.”
You blink at him in confusion. “What do you think? Should I just bite the bullet and break it off tonight?”
To your surprise, he slowly turns around and looks at you whilst leaning against his sink. “No.”
Huh?
What is he on about?
Your brows pinch together. “What do you mean ‘no’? You literally pushed me to break up with him.”
He slowly nods his head as he rubs his chin, his robe slowly coming undone and showing you part of his chest. Fuck.
Concentrate.
“I did but,” he pauses and runs a hand through his damp hair before turning around to face the mirror again and applying some moisturizer to his face. “I think you shouldn’t.”
“Yoongi, my career–”
“Your career will be fine. That’d only be real bad if it did get out, which it won’t.” He blends the cream into his skin.
You think about his words for a moment. “I don’t understand why we’d have to risk it, though.”
“Because,” he says as he turns around. “Having him in the picture will keep those noisy people out of our business.”
Huh?
Your brows pinch together once his words reach your ears. “Meaning what?”
He exhales and takes a moment before walking up to you. “Meaning, if you’re still dating, people will focus on your relationship. The public eye loves celebrity romance, don’t ask why because I wish I knew.”
He places his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. “Their eyes being focused on you and him would mean no one would have the time to nitpick whatever we got going on. It’s a lot easier for them to link you to your boss when you’re a beautiful, young woman that also happens to be single.”
Oh.
You hadn’t thought of it like that.
Huh.
Okay then.
So, long story short; just keep schemin’.
You figure that’s what he thought of when he suddenly paused last night, the time you were in the middle of getting freaky.
You nod slowly, your eyes trailing his jawline and down the column of his throat.
What a son of a bitch.
He doesn’t have the time to react when you suddenly grab him by the collar of his white bathrobe and push him towards his bed, watching as he falls against his soft mattress.
He leans back on his elbows and looks up at you with a frown on his brows but he doesn’t say anything else.
You quickly rid yourself of your jacket, tossing it somewhere across the floor and then make work of ditching your shirt and pants.
His frown turns into an amused expression, leaning further back as he watches you strip in front of him.
You quip, “Memories?”
“Of my strip club days? Kinda.” He continues to smirk, tongue peeking out at the corner of his mouth.
Bastard.
You kick his foot and he simply laughs, still watching you undress for him.
“Get rid of that,” you mumble as you point at his robe, stepping out of your pants in the meantime and kicking them across the floor.
He simply chuckles as he undoes his robe and shows you his naked figure, dick instantly slapping his stomach.
Damn.
“Fuck,” you whisper as you watch him grab his dick, pumping himself as he watches you intently. You quickly ditch your bra and panties before walking up to him, reaching for his dick.
But he shakes his head and slaps your hand away. “Come sit on my face.”
Holy shit.
“Uh,” you murmur, scratching the back of your neck. “I’m not sure you–”
“Y/N, babe, shut the fuck up and come sit that ass on my face.”
Jerk.
You like it when he’s mean, though.
You huff, childishly crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him get comfortable on his bed, his head near the headboard. He says, “I’m not gonna wait all fucking day. Get on.”
The only thing you can do is scowl but you find yourself crawling onto his bed without another protest, slowly climbing onto his face. You throw your leg over his face, positioning your pussy right on top of his mouth.
His dark eyes catch the nervous lip chewing but he simply slaps your ass. “Sit.”
You grunt in response and slowly lower your body onto his face, a soft whimper leaving your lips when his tongue wastes no time licking a stripe up your wet pussy.
His hand comes down to your ass in another rough slap. “Ride my face.”
A pathetic moan rips through your throat as you begin to grind into his face, allowing yourself to feel every single inch of his tongue devouring you. His hands tightly grab your asscheeks, helping you grind at a pace you both like until you’re a moaning mess on top of him.
You let out a soft groan when the tip of his finger gently teases the rim of your asshole but he never pushes it inside. You assume he’s waiting for verbal permission, something you’ve not given him yet.
“Fuck, your mouth feels good.” You throw your head back as you cup your breasts, pinching at your nipples as more slick oozes out of you and onto his mouth.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum soon,” you moan as you continue to grind your clit into his nose, the stimulation sending you right out of Earth’s atmosphere. Your grip on the headboard in front of you is tight, almost making your knuckles hurt as you use it to support some of your weight from the momentum of your grinding.
“Cum on my face,” he orders, massaging your asscheeks as he continues to fuck his tongue in and out of you.
“Fuck, fuck,” you cry out as your stomach twists and your thighs clench, a loud sob leaving your lips as your orgasm hits you like a truck.
You can barely move which makes Yoongi jump in and move his lips up to wrap around your clit, sucking on it to stimulate you through your orgasm.
Fuck. He’s way too fucking good at using his tongue. Whether that’s during sex or in a conversation.
He continues to lick all over your sex, licking up all you have to offer until you whimper from the overstimulation.
You try to catch your breath, leaning your head against the headboard. By doing that, you instantly make eye contact with Yoongi and fuck – does he look good.
His long black locks are sprawled out around his head, eyes hooded and his face from the nose down is just drenched in your pussy slick.
“You look really good.” The words leave you in a giggle and he just slaps your ass again which makes you hop off. You fall onto the mattress beside him, staring up at the ceiling and trying to come down from that crazy high.
He wipes his chin with the back of his hand, not caring much before he tugs you toward him. “Let me fuck you.”
“Who’s the needy one now?” you hum in satisfaction, eyes closed as he traces your waist with the tip of his finger.
“Me. I need to fuck you real bad right now.” He sits up but you’re quicker than him.
You push him back toward his mattress and slowly climb onto him. “I’m riding you,” you state as you position yourself on top of him, lining his dick up at your pulsating pussy. You refuse to let him be in control all the time.
The smirk on his lips makes you roll your eyes but you grin in victory when you slide down onto his shaft without a warning and watch his face twist in pleasure.
You yelp as you sink all the way down, teeth harshly biting down on your bottom lip as you blink your tears away. The stretch in your walls burns so good, making you dizzy, making you needy, making you crazy.
“Giving up already?” he teases, another sting spreading through your asscheek where he just smacked you.
“Fuck you,” you moan as you place your hands directly on his chest and start bouncing up and down, eyes tightly shut as you try not to scream.
“Yeah, fuck yourself on my dick, princess. Just like a brat should.” He grips your hips tightly, guiding you up and down his shaft, his hips meeting yours halfway as he fucks you back.
“Yoongi,” you cry, losing all that energy and brattiness as you fall forwards onto his chest, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
Despite not having said a word aside from just his name, he hears your plead loud and clear and begins to fuck upwards into you, pinning your arms into your lower back.
“When you called me and started about your career and reputation, I thought you were going to tell me we should stop this,” he says in between thrusts and heavy breaths, continuing to pound you. “So, I have to make sure you never even think about ending this.”
He tightly grips your wrists as he fucks you, listening to your cries and moans as he chases his own orgasm.
“That why you sounded so panicked?” you tease but he doesn’t let you emerge the victor as he harshly fucks into to the point you can’t even form a coherent thought.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” you sob, teeth biting down on the skin that connects his neck to his shoulder, biting and sucking all you can.
“You gonna mark me, huh?” he grunts, his hips never faltering in speed.
“Yes,” you pause as you try to steady your breath. “When’s the last time you fucked Sarang?”
This makes his thrusts come to a halt. He pauses for so long that it makes you lift your head and search his eyes but he’s simply staring at you.
“Wh–”
You can barely finish your sentence when he suddenly flips you over, pushing you back onto the mattress and wedges his hips in between yours before sliding right into your cunt again, grabbing both of your legs by the back of your knees as he starts fucking into you again.
“Jealous?” he asks, his eyes glued to the way your breasts bounce from the impact of his thrusts. “How would you feel if I asked about your last time with Dan–”
“6 months ago. Now you,” you say with no hesitation aside from the loud moans and cries escaping your throat.
He blinks at you but then chuckles and shakes his head before lifting your legs up onto his shoulders so he can lower himself and hover his face right above yours. “I last fucked her the night of the music video shoot.”
…
What?
He catches the frown in your brows but doesn’t comment on it, simply keeps fucking you to chase his own high.
“Why that nigh–”
He deadpans, “Because you made me horny as fuck.”
Holy shit. Did he fuck her simply because you had turned him on?
You cry out once he starts snapping his hips aggressively into you, face lowering even further to press his lips against yours.
You whimper against his lips, eyes shut tightly as the tip of his dick barely grazes your cervix.
“Rub yourself for me,” he whispers against your lips and it only means he’s close to his orgasm.
You comply without another thought, reaching down your stomach to rub your poor sensitive clit as he continues to drill into you.
“I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” he whispers as he pulls away from your lips. You open your eyes and glance up at him, brows furrowed and soft moans continuously falling from your lips. He’s been cumming inside of you ever since you two started sleeping together but he still makes it a thing to ask every time.
“I want it deep inside of me, sir. Give it to me,” you moan, watching how his face twists from you calling him ‘sir’.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me fill you up again, huh?” he grunts and his hips start stuttering in their movement, telling you that he’s close.
“I only ever want you to fill me up, boss.”
Those words are all he needs to shoot his load straight into you, painting your slick walls in his cum and long cuss words fall from his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he grunts in between sloppy thrusts, lips coming down to kiss you again as he rides out his orgasm.
You hum against his lips, your fingers still furiously rubbing circles onto your clit. If he keeps kissing you like this for a moment longer, you’re going to cum. Hard.
“Keep going,” you whimper against his lips as you rub your clit faster once the familiar knot in your stomach starts coming undone.
“Anything,” he whispers, picking the pace back up as he fucks you to your orgasm.
“Oh, shit, fuck,” you cry out even more cuss words when your orgasm finally hits you, dropping onto you like a pile of fucking bricks.
You sob his name as he snaps his hips into yours, fucking you through your orgasm, still not removing his lips from yours because he knows how much you like being kissed during your orgasm. And he likes it too.
After a few more lazy thrusts, he finally comes to a full halt inside of you. “Shit,” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours and drops your legs from his shoulders.
You both try to catch your breath in silence, not much else being said.
“Heh,” is all you can get out when you think about it. He leans down to kiss your neck, cheek, lips, all over your face until he notices the mischievous glimmer in your eyes and a shit eating grin on your lips.
“What?” he asks, confusion coating his tone.
But that’s it. After he told you his little plan on using Daniel to keep the public eye out of your business with Yoongi, you’ve finally realized something after all this time.
“Nothing, just,” you say as you nonchalantly shrug your shoulders and move your hands up to cup his cheeks. “You were always saying I was scheming but…” You look up at him with the most bratty look in your eyes you can muster. “But you’ve kinda been the schemer all along.”
At this, he stares at you with a blank expression for a while but you know him well enough to notice he’s looking for a way to answer this, and he does.
His eyes narrow at you like they would all the time back in your earlier days at the company and a smirk starts tugging at the corners of his lips. And the next few words out of his pretty mouth knocks the oxygen right out of your lungs.
“I can’t believe you’re just now realizing that, baby.”
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The Light in the Darkness 2
— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader
— SUMMARY: Patrick has always seen himself as an outcast with no desire for ties that would bind him to anyone or anything. He never even considered having a future with anyone else, but you came into his life and rocked his world. One morning, as he comforts you from a nightmare, Patrick realizes how ready he is to take the first step toward building the bright future he so desperately wants by your side.
— CONTAINS: Smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, somnophilia, oral (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, possessive behavior, Breeding kink, Size kink, Praise kink, body worship, nipple play, dirty talk, pet names, sweet & horny Patrick Bateman himself.
— WORDS: 1.5k
— SONG REC: Taylor Swift - Ready For It
— A/N: I just couldn't ignore my need to write some smut with breeding kink and possessive Patty. Many thanks to my dearest @sleeplessphantom for all the inspiration and support you give me. I love y'all and hope you like it!🖤
— LINKS: [MASTERLIST] [Part 1] [support]💗
Screaming, you were falling into the abyss, not realizing it was a dream. Not yet. Cold fear and numbing despair consumed you faster than the speed at which you were falling, and you didn't even know what to do, it seemed that no one was going to save you — you were alone, and that feeling was the most painful for you to bear. Loneliness was destructive and devastating, but when you met Patrick, you finally understood what it was like — to be loved, to be needed, to have a person who genuinely cared for you.
Your slight fidgeting was enough for Bateman to wake up and carefully check on you. With a gentle movement, he rolled you onto your back, pulled the blanket down, and ran his finger over your tense face as if he already knew what was going on.
"It's okay, Bunny," he murmured, dipping down your neck to plant small kisses along your sensitive skin. "I got you."
You jerked as his large palm slid across your rapidly rising chest, teasing your hard nipples that were too tempting to ignore. Slowly, Patrick tugged down the straps of your nightgown, exposing your lovely breasts and gasping at how inviting they looked. To be fair, the urge to fuck you senselessly had been tormenting him since he came home, but your mental state was far more important to him than his own physical needs. Of course, if it were anyone else in your place, he wouldn't think about their feelings for a second. But you? You were his exception, his true obsession.
"Mmhmm... Patty," you whimpered in your dream at the gentle touch on your cleavage, but then a muffled moan escaped your dry lips as Patrick's plump ones wrapped around one of your swollen little tips and sucked it hungrily. "Patrick!"
The dream had changed, and you stopped falling, but your heart began to beat even faster as the electrifying sensation in your lower abdomen became stronger, especially when Bateman caught another nipple between his fingers, twisting and pinching it so skillfully that you squealed again, and this time it was really loud.
"Babydoll," he purred in a charming voice against your lips, watching you frown and breathe heavily. "You sound so sweet. Mmm, the things I want to do with you," Patrick slowly traced a wet line down your neck and licked the artery that was pulsating really fast. "I hope you will excuse my little weakness."
With that, he made his way down your pretty little body, pausing on your stomach to plant a loving kiss — Bateman did his best to control himself, even though his inner beast yearned to be unleashed.
"Ahhh," you almost choked on the air at how good his mouth felt on your oozing, taut lower lips. "Mmm—please..."
The sight of your sleeping, fragile form, along with your innocent pleading and intoxicating taste, made his lungs burn with need as he was overwhelmed by surging desire.
"I'll give you even more than that, Bunny." He said, spreading your legs wider, making himself more comfortable between them to have better access to your juicy pussy.
At first, Patrick just drew a wet line across your inner hip, but then he moved down to your mound, kissing it and nuzzling against your tender flesh as he moaned softly at how tasty you were. You nearly sobbed with the pleasure his warm tongue was giving you, sliding over your delicate petals and sometimes brushing your sensitive bud just to tease it.
"Awwww," you whimpered briefly as he rested your leg on his shoulder and slipped two fingers into your dripping opening just to make you feel full. "Patty..."
You were the only one Bateman allowed to call him that because he just found it extremely sexy, but he never confessed about it. Huffing, Patrick lapped at your pussy, holding you tighter as you jerked from the tingling in your lower abdomen every time the tip of his strong tongue flicked against your blushing clit.
The power he had over you was too tempting, too mind-blowing, and at some point Patrick thought he couldn't take it anymore, so he slowly pulled down his white underwear and stroked himself while he was eating you out. With every single lick your body was on fire and Bateman was relentless in the way he devoured you, catching every little drop of your sweetness and ignoring the way his chiseled chin was covered in your wetness, glistening in the sunlight.
"My perfect little Bunny." He groaned in a low voice, sending vibrations to your little nub, and your legs began to shake. Smirking, Bateman just chuckled at your body's reaction and straightened up a bit to cover your small frame with his muscular one. "I love you so much."
With these words, he drew close to your neck and slowly kissed it while he lined his veiny dick against your soaked entrance, smearing your juices around his swollen tip. The urge to be inside of you was unbearable, he even had to bite his lips to suppress a loud moan as he began to sheath himself inside your tight little hole.
It felt astonishing, his fat girth stretching you so deliciously that your inner walls spasmed around him, forcing your eyes wide open — you tried to scream, but he closed your mouth with his big palm and pushed himself further until you felt him poking at your cervix. And that sensation made you feel so numb that you almost bit one of his fingers.
"Shh, Babydoll," he murmured, watching you bat your big eyelashes in such an innocent way that it drove him crazy. "You can take it."
With a mischievous smile, he grabbed your hip and rammed deeper into you, the curve of his dick hitting all the right spots in your womb as he knew your body better than anything in this world. Whimpering, you didn't even notice how you were moving towards him, looping your legs around his back, so he could push himself even deeper. His long, raw strokes, accomplished by the friction of his pubis against your feverish clit, provided you with the release you needed for so long. As soon as Bateman felt you clinging to him, he replaced his hand with his lips, kissing you hard and sucking your tongue. Moaning, you clutched at his massive shoulders, and this time you fell into the chasm of pleasure and delight.
"That's my girl, such a good little girl," he crooned from above as he broke away from your lips and finally let you breathe properly. "I'm gonna pump that delicious pussy, I want to watch my cum pour out of you!"
The things he just blurted out made your heart skip a beat and your eyes widen in shock: "Patrick… you didn't use a condom?"
Bateman just snickered and pounded into your wet cunt with a plap."Remember—argh—r-remember you told me you wanted to have a baby?"
God, his words made you want to scream.
"Yes," you felt a tear roll down your cheek, you couldn't believe this was really happening. "B-but you told me you weren't ready."
"I changed my mind," he tongued your earlobe briefly before cupping your face and wiping away your tear, making you look into his brown eyes. "You're so small and cute, you're going to look so beautiful with your pregnant bump."
Instinctively, you hugged his neck and pulled him closer to kiss his cheekbone, his nose, his temple, you covered his face with little pecks wherever you could as you found yourself unable to hold back your emotions.
"I love you!" Your voice almost cracked, so you tried to say it again, but he stopped you with a finger, pressing you down with his massive weight, thrusting his hips into yours with a slapping sound.
"'Yeah, I know," he gave you his perfect, full-toothed grin, kissed your forehead, and then grasped your hips, nearly painfully, to bury himself as deep as he could. "Open up for me, Bunny… let me make you a sweet Mommy."
"Yes… y-yes please!" You moaned as you felt his thrusts become ragged but sloppy.
Fuck, the way your soft walls encased his dick felt like heaven. With a guttural sound, Patrick nipped at your neck, rolled his hips and exploded right into your womb, filling it with his fertile seed and plugging it with his pulsating dick. Never in your life have you shared a more intimate moment than this, and as he lay on top of you, sniffing really hard, you ran your fingers through his messy wet hair, sobbing from being so overwhelmed as you realized that he had just planted a seed of love inside you, and soon it would grow, and your future child would be the light in the darkness for both of you, shining and making you both happy like never before.
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