Stuck on Me | MYG | Part 2

Pair: TattooArtist!Yoongi  x CuteGirl!Reader

Summary: All you wanted was to be supportive when you walked into the tattoo shop with your best friend. But the tattoo artist with the prettiest hands and deepest voice you’ve ever heard just had to change that. Now you’re getting a lot more than what you bargained for.

Genre: One shot that got too long, so I had to split it into two, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, tattoo artist au.

Warnings: Smut, Mint Yoongi. Good luck!! (unedited bc #notime). Tattoo Artist Maknae Line, Nerdy Joon, solo idol Hobi, ??!Jin (it's a surprise lol)

A/N: HERE WE ARE! The (not so) long awaited final part!! Sorry it took more than a week to post this, your girl got sick, but I hope it's all worth the wait <3

WC: 6K.

Jimin was constantly checking his phone, hoping you would text him to let him know how the conversation with his hyung went. After the first couple of hours, Jimin just assumed the two of you were having hot, make-up sex, so he was patient. But then the third hour was closing and he just knew Yoongi wouldn’t handle it for that long.

He was practically a grandpa afterall.

But it was when the man himself walked through the front doors of the tattoo shop that Jimin sent him a sly smile and tilted his head knowingly.

“Soooooo,” Jimin started before Yoongi could just walk off.

“Not today, Jimin-ah.” the older man sighed, making him chuckle.

“You know, for someone who just had sex, you’re really grumpy.” the younger man pointed out, so Yoongi frowned.

“How do you– I didn’t have sex with her.” Yoongi rested his forearms on top of the reception desk, body aching and tired. It was really not the time for Jimin to play with him.

“No? I take it your talk didn’t go well, then?” the blonde man sounded concerned, not mocking, so Yoongi decided to entertain him a while longer.

“Does it ever go well with her?” was his reply.

“I mean, I thought so, yeah… At least I believed her when she told me about the misunderstanding. Didn’t she explain about the flowers and her boss?” Jimin looked as confused as Yoongi felt.

To say Yoongi was bewildered was an understatement. Straightening up, Yoongi had to ask:

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” Jimin threw back, continuing: “Cutie? She came here looking for you, so I took her to your place?”

“What– She didn’t go there. Why would she go there?” Yoongi stammered at the mention of you, heart betraying him when he was trying to take you out of it.

“Yes she did, she– Oh god, she should be the one to tell you, but we got it all wrong, hyung.” Jimin rushed to explain. If you got lost in the way or changed your mind about explaining the whole thing, Yoongi still should know about it. “That guy we saw, they aren’t hooking up.”

“Could have fooled me.” Yoongi, however, scoffed and started to walk away.

“I know, but she explained and I believe her.” Jimin insisted, walking after Yoongi as the older man started to make his way to his studio. “They are old friends, the guy works at the flower shop at the mall, he was delivering the bouquet for her manager’s birthday.”

Jimin was someone very protective of his friends, ready to cut people off his live as easy as snapping his small fingers, should they wrong his friends in any way. So the fact that he was even entertaining your explanation was proof enough that Yoongi should listen.

“Shit, for real?” Yoongi halted in the middle of the hallway, making Jimin bump into his back.

“Uh huh!” he insisted, nodding his head. “You don’t have to believe me, but you will if you hear it from her. Just– I really thought she’d gone to your place.”

“Wait, fuck–” Yoongi’s blood froze in his veins, eyes closing as his life clashed behind his eyes. “What time did you say she went there?”

“I was on my lunch break, so around three?”

“Goddammit, if she ran into Yunjin–”

“Why would she?” it took Jimin a couple seconds to understand what the man meant, gasping in disgust. “Hyung, fuck no. Don’t tell me you had a side piece there when your girl came over?”

“I didn’t think she was my girl anymore–”

Yoongi was annoyed. With himself and his bad decisions, with the guy that he saw that day at the mall, with Jimin for pointing out what he already knew.

“Well, if she ran into Yunjin at your place, then at least you’re right about that.” Jimin stated, making Yoongi’s disappointment in himself grow. “I know you’re my elder, but that was a fucked up move.”

“Nothing happened with Yunjin.” Yoongi groaned, as if it made things any better. “I couldn’t do it.”

“Cutie doesn’t know that, she probably thinks that you did.” Jimin spoke a little more softly, seeing as the hyung was stressed enough. “Probably thinks you did it to get back at her, too, but she actually didn’t do anything wrong.”

“God, this is such a mess–” Yoongi ran his hands through his hair, the beginning of a headache making his temple throb.

“Are you going to call her?”

“She’s not gonna answer.” Yoongi shook his head, dejected.

“How do you know?” the pout on Jimin’s voice was obvious.

“Because I didn’t answer hers.” the older man sighed, but it wasn’t enough to let out his pent up energy. “Fuck!”

“Are you sure I can go?” Nara was leaning against the threshold of your bedroom door and you knew she’d stay if you told her to.

“Yeah, go see your man.” you waved her off, hugging your Ryan plushie against your chest, mumbling: “The only decent one still left.”

“Oh, good, we’re done feeling sorry for ourselves and onto hating all men?” the woman chuckled and you couldn’t help the raising of the corner of your lips.

“Not all men.” you pointed out with a little grumble, holding the stuffed animal a little tighter. “Just the ones that can’t keep it in their pants.”

“Alright, well, I’m glad at least you showered this morning.” the woman teased, but sent you a flying kiss before leaving you sulk on your own. “Love you!”

You grumbled a very disheartened ‘love you too’ while you listened to your best friend walking down the hall.

So what if you skipped the shower one time? You had every right to be upset!

Well. You had some right to be upset. Maybe. Technically.

So what if you weren’t actually in a relationship with Yoongi and he had every right to sleep with whoever he wanted to? He was upset when he thought you were fucking Seokjin, you had the same right to do the exact same thing! Actually, you had even more rights to do so, when your case had been a misunderstanding, but you saw Yunjin’s disheveled state, how she confirmed their affair by offering you her sloppy seconds!

You were one intrusive thought away from whining to your empty room when a new presence appeared at your opened bedroom door and your heart leaped to your throat upon seeing the reason for your afflictions just standing there.

“Oh, so now you’re adding trespassing to your list of offenses?” you stared at Yoongi with a deep frown, willing your heart to settle down after the scare of having a man inside your apartment when you didn’t even hear the door open or close after Nara left.

“Nara let me in, so… Not trespassing.” Yoongi explained with the raising of his hands to show you he wasn’t a threat. As if you didn’t know he couldn’t hurt a fly.

“What is it you want, Yoongi?” you asked him with a sigh as your treacherous heart ran leaps in your chest for the simple fact that you were seeing him again.

“To talk to you? To explain–” Yoongi took a step forward, but at your flinching reaction, he stopped. “I know you ran into Yunjin, but it’s not what you’re thinking. So if you just let me–”

“And I know you saw me with Jin. It’s also not what you were thinking.” you stated, and Yoongi knew his argument wasn’t the best to begin with. “But you didn’t let me explain, why would I?”

When thinking about walking into your bedroom for the first time, this is not the circumstances Yoongi was hoping to face. On the one hand, seeing your cloud shaped headboard, your colorful sheets, the few plushies you had laying around and the small traces of your personality scattered around the room made his heart happy. On the other hand, however, you looked upset.

Rightfully so.

“That’s fair, I get that.” Yoongi offered, nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip. “You don’t have to. You can just tell me to leave and I’ll do it.”

“But?” you tried, able to tell there was more he wanted to say.

“But, I’ll admit I was stupid and full of pride when I didn’t give you the benefit of the doubt.” something he was quite embarrassed about, if he could be honest at least with himself. “The truth is, I was jealous when I saw you with that guy. And I don’t get jealous, I don’t feel threatened, and that day I did. You know why?”

There was a mischievous glint to your eyes, so Yoongi knew you were about to tease him. Before your words even came out of your mouth, his tummy did a little flip.

“Because all the bleach you use for your hair started to melt your brain?” you poked, letting go of your plushie to pat a space on your bed as an invitation for him to come closer.

Yoongi couldn’t hold back the chuckle to leave his lips, the tiny bit of relief in his tense shoulders. You hadn’t kicked him out yet, but he was careful when walking to your bed to sit down at a respectful distance.

“Maybe.” he agreed, looking down at your soft sheets; little strawberry prints covered it this time. “But also because I like you a lot, so yeah I felt threatened when a handsome guy was bringing you flowers.”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t bringing me flowers. He was making a delivery.” you pointed out with a bit of a whine.

“I know, Jimin told me.” Yoongi moved his head, eyes lifting to search for yours.

“And how do you think I felt when I ran into Yunjin leaving your apartment like that?” the hurt was clear in your voice and it bothered Yoongi more than seeing you with this Jin guy. “How do you think I felt when she told me you’re all mine if I don’t mind the sloppy seconds?”

“She said that?! Jesus, that’s not– Nothing happened, I swear.”

You watched Yoongi’s fingers twitch as if he wanted to reach out for you, but thought better of it. You weren’t bothered by his presence, you didn’t fear his touch, but if he did touch you, you knew your fire would turn into melted lava and you’d give in.

“Listen, you have no real reason to believe me, and you should be upset.” he continued, slight desperation in his tone. “I know how you feel, it’s how I felt, too. But–”

“Can I ask you something?” you interrupted him. “Why did she show up to your place?”

Even the honest one, Yoongi admitted: “I called her over.”

“You might know how I feel, Yoongi, but that’s the difference between us.” you offered him a sad little smile, which you could tell stung him too. “I would never do something to purposefully hurt you. To get back at you for something I wasn’t even sure of.”

“I… I know. Fuck, I know, I’m sorry.” one of his hands ran through his hair, messing it up and making a few strands stand up in odd angles.

“Why didn’t you sleep with her, if you were the one to call her over?” a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.

“Because I realized I didn’t want to sleep with her. Even when I asked her to come over, I knew she’s not the one I wanted.” Yoongi held your heart in his eyes, you felt the sincerity in his words. “But you’re wrong, I didn’t do it to get back at you. It was more like… Self sabotaging, in a fucked up way.”

You were both quiet for a little while, lost in your own minds and basking in each other’s presence. You weren’t expecting to see Yoongi today, or any time soon for that matter. All of the things you had to say, accusations and complaints completely left your brain the moment you saw him.

And you did believe him. Despite what Yunjin led you to believe, you didn’t think Yoongi had any reason to really lie to you. He believed there was nothing going on between you and Jin, despite what he saw, you should at least offer him the same kindness.

“I am sorry. For not giving you a chance to explain, for ghosting you without even telling you why.” he started again and you nodded softly. “I’m sorry for making you upset by calling Yunjin over.”

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression with Jin.” you were honest too, swallowing your own pride. “And I know I’ve been ignoring your calls too, so I can’t exactly hold that part against you.”

“You can, actually.” Yoongi frowned with a little chuckle, pulling a smile out of you.

“I know but I'm trying to be the bigger person here.” you rolled your eyes playfully, making his smile turn shy.

“God I don't deserve you.”

“Fuck yeah, you don't.” you agreed with the shake of your head. “But, look, we both could have done things differently. It doesn’t matter who did worse. We’re not actually dating and we never said we were exclusive.”

“What if I want to be?” his question had your heart doing a leap in your chest. “From now on.”

“Want to be what?” you asked, fully aware of your own pink cheeks.

“Exclusive.” Yoongi insisted, no waver in his voice, no doubt in his mind. “I know I messed up, but that’s not who I am. It’s not who I want to be, not with you.”

“Clean start?” you offered, and suddenly his stare was too intense for you to hold.

“Please.”

You were standing in Yoongi’s open plan kitchen, wearing nothing but one of his shirts that swallowed your frame like a dress, bringing the glass of water to your lips for a much needed sip when you heard him:

“Come here, let me see your ass.” Yoongi sounded so casual and unbothered that it almost had you spitting out the drink.

“Remember when you used to be romantic?” you chuckled, turning around to face the man.

Yoongi was lounging on his couch, in his shirtless glory, with a very sleepy Taejong almost blending completely with the black pillow the cat was resting on. The man’s eyebrows raised as if only then listening back to his own words.

“Didn't I eat you out at candlelight just last night?” he scoffed, making you laugh harder as you abandoned your empty glass of water on the counter and walked the short steps to meet him in the living room.

“Ah yes, the power outage didn't have anything to do with it, it was all you, my romantic boyfriend.” you brought your hands to your heart and fluttered your eyes, making Yoongi laugh reluctantly at your dramatics.

“Hajima, let me see my work.”

When you were close enough to grab, Yoongi moved to the edge of the couch, parting his legs so you could stand in between them. You willingly turned around and held your shirt –his shirt– around your hips once he raised the fabric to check out your ass.

“It's the way I don't know if you mean your handprints or the tattoo–”

“I didn't even spank you that hard, there's no bruising there.” Yoongi spoke while you watched him over your shoulder.

“And that's on you, my love.” you giggled.

Your teasing earned you a light spank to your ass cheek, the one that didn’t have the very real, very small, first tattoo you ever got. The little drawing of Kero hugging a pudding cup was now forever stuck on your ass and it surprised you how quickly you fell in love with it.

“So?” you asked once he was too quiet.

“It's perfect.” Yoongi replied, gentle fingers tracing the ink lines.

“Again, don't know if you mean my ass or–”

Strong arms circled your waist, interrupting your remark and making you squeal as Yoongi pulled you backwards. You fell onto his lap as he held you against his chest. The movements disturbed the sleeping cat, who glared at you and ran away as far away from the two of you as he could.

“You're scaring the baby!” you complained amidst your shared laughs.

“You're the one screaming!” Yoongi chided with chuckles of his own. “Although he's probably used to that.”

“Oh shush.” you rolled your eyes, slipping from his lap to sit next to him on the couch, legs thrown over his as his arm was around your back. “How's the tattoo?”

“All healed up.” Yoongi beamed, a gentle hand rubbing up and down your back. “Guess it pays off to have a boyfriend as your tattoo artist.”

“Guess it does.” you were smiling when you scooted closer to him, pressing a kiss to his dumpling cheek.

“It only took you a year to let me tattoo you.” he still scoffed, sending you a pointed look.

“Yeah, well, just be glad I did it.”

“Oh, I am. Especially the little addition.” Yoongi’s smile turned smug, making you squint at him.

“Yes, I'm sure that's your favorite part.” your eyes were rolling as you knew exactly what he meant.

When you finally agreed to let Yoongi tattoo you –yes, a whole year later–, you mentioned you wouldn’t mind if he added his initials to the piece. Kinda like painters added their signatures to their art pieces, letters at the bottom of a canvas. Yoongi was an artist after all.

So, in addition to the yellow lion with white wings, the letters MYG were now forever stuck to your ass; very tiny and one wouldn’t really notice unless they really looked, but it was still something special between you and your long term boyfriend.

“I'm on your skin forever, no matter what.” Yoongi grinned, obviously proud.

“Yeah, I know you’re pretty happy about that." you chuckled, running a hand through his now jet black hair.

"Hey, I told you we can get your initials on my skin, too." Yoongi offered, weight leaning onto you to make you tumble with your back against the couch.

"I am not tattooing you, babe–" you denied for what felt like the umpteenth time.

"It's easy, I can show you how! You can just do a heart or something." he tried, moving his body so he settled between your legs, leaning to tower over you.

"How about cat whiskers?" giggles were spilling from your lips as you held him by the shoulders as he kissed the side of your neck. "With a little crown in honor of Taejong."

"I can settle for that." Yoongi nodded, lips against your skin.

“Good, let’s go back to the studio, then.” you decided, trying to move him off of you so you could get up.

‘What– no, not now.” Yoongi took your hands from where you were pushing his chest to pin them above your head. “I'm busy.”

“Busy with what?” you giggled, letting out a tiny gasp as you felt his tongue rub circles on the skin of your neck. “We're not doing anything–”

“Give me five minutes.” he stated, adding more of his weight on you.

Your eyes were closed as he attacked your neck, likely covering your skin with tiny bruises. Still, you said: “Damn, you used to last longer.”

“Y’know what, nevermind–”

It was very easy to annoy Yoongi sometimes, something you picked up after months and months of hanging out with his younger friends almost every day. It was fun pushing his buttons, making his cheeks flush, and you knew there was no real bite behind his glare as he let go of your hands to stand on his knees.

“I’m only joking.” you giggled as you sat up, holding him by the hips to stop him from moving off of you completely. “You know I’m usually the one begging for mercy.”

“Yet, you seem to forget and still act like a brat.”

Yoongi was feigning annoyance, avoiding looking at you and off to the side. From where you were underneath him, you could see the details of his body, all of his tattoos, the large planes of his chest, the curves and sharp lines of his jaw.

Irresistible.

And he was yours.

While you did go through a rocky start, with misunderstandings that felt silly now, you made it work. You learned to communicate and to not rush into conclusions before listening to the other side of the story. Yoongi was your best friend now, despite Nara’s claim to the title, your lover, your partner in crime.

And you loved him so much that sometimes you wonder how you’d gotten so lucky.

“You got that look in your eyes again.” Yoongi pointed out as he looked down and you had no idea when he started staring at you.

“I’m sorry?” you blinked slowly, leaning into his touch as his palm cradled your cheek.

“That look,” he started again. “Like Jungkook, when he’s zoning out. But yours is more–”

“In love?” you smiled and his cheeks raised. After his little nod, you kept talking: “Like I would do anything you asked me to?”

“Anything, hm?”

You confirmed it with a nod, watching as his tongue poked out between his pink lips to wet them, gaze low and pupils blowing out. You smiled sweetly, despite the urge to tease him for being horny again; it was flattering, afterall. The hand holding your cheek brought your face closer to his lower stomach until you took the hint and pressed your lips to his smooth skin.

As you kissed Yoongi’s lower tummy, licking at his happy trail, you felt his breathing grow heavy above you and his cock start to grow harder inside his sweatpants. Your hands were dragging up and down his sides, warm skin under your fingertips. At the new light tremble and tiny sighs he was letting out, you knew what he wanted.

But just like he made you tell him what you wanted, sometimes you did the same to him; learned from the best, after all. But while you still got shy at the best of times, Yoongi was shameless in how he got what he wanted.

“Cutie.” the term of endearment made you look up at him, a blush heating up your cheeks and coloring your neck.

“Mhm?”

Yoongi moved an inch away from you and you already missed his skin under your lip. But, as his pretty fingers hooked on the elastic band of his pants, a different kind of excitement surged through you. In one swift motion, his bottom was pulled down to rest in the middle of his thighs.

His cock was only half hard, but still long and mouth watering enough that your boyfriend didn’t need to feel embarrassed or awkward. Yoongi’s hand wrapped around himself, stroking his shaft a couple of times in lazy tugs, free hand coming to rest in the back of your neck.

“Open up for me, baby.” he told you, low and raspy, and your lips parted immediately. “Put your tongue out, hm?”

You wanted to squirm and rub your thighs together, but with Yoongi kneeling between them, you couldn’t do anything to soothe the throb between your legs. Focusing on obeying him, your tongue slipped out of your mouth and you kept your eyes on his. Yoongi’s hold on the back of your neck tightened as he dragged you closer to his cock; still leisurely tugging, bringing down to slap it against your stretched tongue.

Yoongi used your mouth to make himself hard the rest of the way, growing heavier as he dragged his tip and shaft up and down your tongue, pushing it deeper into your warm mouth, rubbing the head on the soft inside of your cheek. Your eyes were watering as spit collected inside your mouth, lashes fluttering as Yoongi praised:

“So pretty like this.” the man let go of his cock, leaving it deep enough into your mouth that he didn’t need to hold it in place, cradling your face with both hands. “Swallow, baby.”

You moaned as your lips closed around his cock, swallowing down your own saliva and the salty pre-cum staining your tongue. You kept your mouth wrapped around him, wet lashes and teary eyes staring up at him as you circled your tongue around his head, licking around him and everywhere you could reach.

Yoongi guided your head up and down his shaft, slowly, pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke of his hips. You were breathing steadily through your nose, eyes rolling back as you sucked your cheeks in.

“You love sucking this fat cock, don’t you?” Yoongi teased, voice painted with lust, words dragged and low. “Keep going, baby, get it all nice and wet so you can bounce on it later.”

When you couldn’t handle his teasing words, you pulled it out of your mouth so you could moan and curse: “Fuck, Yoongi–”

His chuckle was clearly filled with pride as you rested your forehead against his stomach, taking his dripping cock in your hand to jerk him off slowly. Your mind was numb, no rational thoughts coming to the front of your mind. Your boyfriend was throbbing on your palm, heavy and rock hard as you flicked your wrist up and down, tearing out moans of his own.

“Baby, please, I might stain your couch.” you complained, hearing his laugh grow louder as you felt his shoulder shake more than you saw it.

“Yeah? Is my cute girl ready to get fucked nice and hard?” Yoongi cooed, making you pout at his mocking tone, holding back the urge to slip a hand between your legs to take care of yourself.

“For fucks sake, please–”

“No need to curse.” Yoongi’s shit eating grin was as annoying as it was arousing. “Bedroom. Get on the bed and wait for me.”

You moved so fast that Yoongi worried you might hurt yourself in the process. Taejong complained about the commotion from somewhere in the room, but the whereabouts of his cat was very low on his list of current worries.

Yoongi was more paced with the way he stood up from his couch, kicking his pants off the rest of the way as his hand wrapped around his cock to squeeze the base as he walked after you.

Like the good girl that you were, you did what he asked you to; what he expected. His cock twitched painfully between his legs as he saw you waiting for him in bed, already naked and on your hands and knees.

Your ass was turned towards his headboard, so your front was directly in front of the big mirror he had right in front of his bed. You looked stunning like this, all of your curves on display for him, elbows lowered to the mattress so your back was bowing and your ass was pushed out; plump and perfect.

“Always ready for me.” he thought out loud, circling his bed to join you on top of it. “Is this how you want me, baby? Fucking you from behind?”

“Yes, please.” you nodded, wiggling your ass in a lewd invitation.

“Gonna keep your eyes on me?” Yoongi positioned himself on his knees behind you, tapping your ass twice to get you to look at the two of you in the reflection in the mirror. “Good.”

His hands traced your sides, finding your skin sweaty with anticipation, dragging his fingertips on your curves, tracing your spine. Your ass looked perfect from this angle, your pussy was all swollen and shiny with how wet you were; untouched, filling up his ego and deepening his hunger.

Yoongi held you by the hips, pulling you backwards so you were closer to him, making your upper body drop against the mattress, pushing your ass even higher up in the air. His hands grabbed your cheeks, parting you for his viewing; gaze dancing from the letters of his name forever stuck onto your skin, to the way your tight hole blinked at him as you clenched around nothing.

As he kneaded your flesh, Yoongi let his cock rest between your ass cheeks, tilting his hips this way and that so that he could rub himself on you, coating you with the pearls of pre-cum leaking from his throbbing tip. His head was tipped back as he enjoyed your warmth, eyes barely open as he felt fingers wrapping around his shaft.

Looking down, Yoongi saw your hand sneaking between your legs to take his cock and line him up with your entrance, making him tongue the inside of his cheek at your defiance. But you felt so warm and wet as you swiveled your hips to coat him in your own wetness that any complaints drowned in his throat.

“Someone is enjoying being a brat a little too much today, hm?” Yoongi held you from each side of your hips, moving his forward to breach your tight fluttering hole with his tip.

“Oh, shit–!” your face fell forward, forehead against his mattress as your whole body trembled with the stretch of that first invasion.

Your breathing was heavy as you sucked in air, adjusting to his girth. Yoongi didn’t push you further, knowing how to read your body, giving you time to get used to him, despite the harshness of that first push. His eyes were glued to where your bodies met, how your swollen lips were shiny and how your walls were stretching to accommodate him.

“Baby, you can move.”

You told him, but you didn’t sound convincing, so Yoongi stayed still, even if whole body was begging him to fuck you already. You were bothered by it just as much, taking matters into your own hands –again– and making Yoongi lose the little bit of self control he still had and tiptoe into insanity.

You started to push back against him, swallowing his cock with your slippery cunt, stopping after every few inches to pull back and drag him almost all the way out. Only to fuck yourself on his dick again, sucking him in deeper and deeper. You were clenching around him, coating him in your slick.

When you bottomed out, ass snug against his hips, you parted your knees just a little more, just so he could still see his cock buried deep inside you. Yoongi was growling under his breath, hands making dents in your soft skin as you started to bounce.

Up and down, side to side, rolling your hips against him as you took what you wanted and whimpered and whined, muffling your cries of pleasure with your face against his sheets.

“You’re so big, Yoongi.” you mewled, rolling your hips around, moaning each time you did something you liked. “Please, fuck me, I’m already so close–”

“Bet you could cum just like this, huh? I don’t even have to do anything and you’d already be creaming all over my cock.” your boyfriend gloated, making you clench harder around him.

“Yeah, but I wa-want you to fuck me.” you hiccupped, sniffling through your nose as wave after wave of pleasure drove you a little mad.

And Yoongi wasn’t even–

“Oh my fucking god–!” you let out a tiny squeal as Yoongi dragged his hips back, almost slipping out of your tight hole, only to shove himself back in, all at once.

The squelching noise was wet and loud, just like the sound of his skin slapping against yours, making your body surge forward. If it wasn’t for his firm hands keeping you in place, you would have toppled over with the force he used.

“This is what you want, right?” he asked you in a strained voice, as fucked out as you felt. To mark his words, he pulled back again, only to fuck into you harder than before. “For me to fuck you like this? Hard and sloppy?”

“G-od, yes, p-lease don’t st-stop–”

Your words were choppy as Yoongi kept the bruising pace of fucking you hard; his thrusts were long and intense from the very moment he started to move. You had no other choice but to hold onto his sheets, nails digging into the fabric as you had a hard time keeping your head up.

The whole back was shaking with the force he was using to impale you on his cock, the two of you so wet by now that he was able to move in and out of you with no resistance. Your moans were mixing with his own grunts, the tops of your thighs were starting to burn with each slap of his hips against you.

“Look at me.” he groaned and as you tried to lift your head to look in the mirror, the slap delivered against your ass made your head fall forward again. That’s when he slowed down a little, tsk-ing with his tongue at the roof of his mouth. Yoongi’s body rolls were mind numbing, making your lips part as no sound came out.

Yoongi never stopped fucking you, adamant on driving you up the walls, even as his arms circled your hips and your chest to hoist you up into a kneeling position. Your back was pressed against his sweaty chest and even if he couldn’t reach as deep in this position, Yoongi could still very much control the angle in which he fucked you, making everything a lot more intense and crazed.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me–” you moaned as your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your jaw.

“Open your eyes, baby.” his words were delivered against your cheek. With great difficulty, you opened your eyes to stare at the two of you in the mirror on the wall, clenching harder at the lewd scene. “Want you to see how perfect you look when I make you cum.”

Your body looked longer when you arched your back, your skin and Yoongi’s a beautiful contrast as you were both flushed and sweaty. Your nipples were hard and pointing up, tits bouncing up and down with each new perfectly angled thrust dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

Yoongi’s fingers left your jaw when he made sure you were looking at the mirror, slipping to your throat to hold and press against the sides of your neck. Blood rushed slowly, your ears were buzzing as he choked you before loosening his grasp. Tears were spilling down your cheeks as your orgasm was fast approaching.

“Please, Yoongi, please–” you were begging, crying, trembling in his hold as the hand holding your waist slipped between your legs to dip into your folds and find your clit. “Yoongi… Yoongi!”

You didn’t know many words at this point, but you hoped that your screams of his name was enough to tell him you were close. Your body was twitching, limbs threatening to lock in place as you clenched and your lower muscles clenched harder. Yoongi kept fucking you hard and fast, alternating between dragging his cock in and out out of you and rolling his hips to hit the sweet spot within your inner walls.

His fingers worked as hard and fast as his hips, rolling your swollen clit in figure eights until your climax was gushing out of you in wet splashed that caught you by surprise, but not him. Yoongi was unstoppable as he kept fucking you through your squirting, prolonging your orgasm as he searched for his own.

When your cries of pleasure gave way to moans of oversensitivity, Yoongi let go of your clit, but kept you close, holding you into his body; arms around you, pressing yours to your own chest, front glued to your back as his stamina gave out. His thrusts became sloppy and uneven as his mouth attacked your neck.

“Gonna fill you up, baby–” you heard him warn through your buzzing ears. “Make a mess out of this tight pussy, hm? And you’re gonna keep it in– Keep it warm for me.”

All you could do was nod, sure you’d agree with anything he said at that time if he asked you in that raspy tone.

When Yoongi stilled, hips pressed against your ass, body swallowing your smaller frame, his growl was primal and borderline animalistic. Warmth exploded from the inside out as you felt string after string of his cum filling you up.

“That feels so nice, baby…” you groaned, exhausted, blissed out, delirious. “So full.”

Yoongi held you tighter with one arm, panting against your back, the two of you completely out of breath as me manhandled you enough so that you could both lay down on your sides. Your boyfriend was kissing the back of your neck and between your shoulder blades as he spooned you into his body, hold do tight you wondered if he was scared you might disappear.

“I think I could fall asleep right now.” you admitted with a tiny giggle, snuggling into his chest as you felt his cock start to soften, but neither of you was in a hurry to pull it out.

“And I think I want to do this for the rest of my life.” Yoongi smiled against your skin, tender kisses never quitting. “What do you think, cutie?”

“Ask me that when you’re not drunk on your orgasm.” your laugh was a little louder, but your heart was a little bigger. “But, I mean… I already have your initials on my ass, so I guess you already ruined me for anybody else.”