Yoongi Fics Recs

His boss stares at him blankly, shaking his head side to side. Yoongi busts out a laugh. “I’m joking. Thank you, sir,” he says while standing up, heading straight to the door as he waves the envelope, “I’ll be going!”

“I applaud you, Yoongi.” His boss unexpectedly tells, making Yoongi turn around to face him once again. “I applaud you for your satisfactory performance.”

That smug, cocky smile on his face reappears as he attends to his boss’ praise.

“You keep this company alive.”

If someone else had heard him, their eyes would widen in shock. But it was fortunately normal for Yoongi. He was continuously glorified for his work, and his boss never hesitates to say that in front of other employees. Surprisingly, no one has resigned because of any sort of jealousy or clear unfairness. Complained? Many.

“Sir,” he chortles, “your favoritism is showing.”

His boss spreads his arms to the side, bestowing a winning smile, “Can’t argue with that. Keep up the good work, man.”

Yoongi points his index finger at him, “You got it,” he says before finally exiting the room.

Buzz wasn’t always recognized and tolerated by many people. The first time they have launched their website, and people got intrigued by this so-called ‘sex hotline’, a lot were skeptical, if not – disgusted by the overall thought of their concept.

But not until one person, someone who had not been blessed with the jackpot of life, decided to give it a shot and apply for the job. And that changed everything.

Yoongi just did not give a single fuck about those people who despised him for applying to be a phone sex operator. He’s making money from getting people off — from a distance! Who wouldn’t want that sort of cash?

And that’s when the name ‘Suga’ came along. He became a popular demand by clients amongst other employees.

“Who cares?” Yoongi replies after being asked by one of his friends, Hoseok, about being the boss’ favorite. “They should be better at their job.”

You regret a lot of things in your life.

How you didn't throw a grandiose eighteenth birthday party to celebrate your legality, how you constantly forget to run every single essay you've written through an online plagiarism checker, how you didn't socialize enough to have a large circle of friends — and how you threw away Yoongi's index card with his phone number a few weeks ago.

You were so ashamed, a sentiment of humiliation that you didn’t think one human could even feel. But you did.

How stupid you were to ask for a meet-up with him. For what? So you can get fucked? Were you so incredibly horny that you allowed your filthy desires to take control over you?

Although what he said right after he ended the call stood out to you.

“I’ll think about it.”

Isn’t that just a nice way to say ‘no’?

Even so, there was no way for you to reach him again. Your phone did not save his contact, and you threw away the card.

You despise yourself for wanting to hear his voice once more. You want to relive the feelings you had whenever he spoke to you, even if it's simply to apologize. You yearn to be enthralled once more.

You shrug your shoulders as you unplug your laptop from your bedside table without further thought. "I'm a desperate bitch, but that's fine!" " you sarcastically shout as you open the browser. "All I have to do now is apologize. That's all there is to it."

You feel scandalous and flustered for typing the words ‘sex hotline’.

A website called Buzz pops up as the top link, and you quickly click on the blue highlighted text.

“Oh, geez,” you snort, wondering how you, at 7 pm on a Sunday, found yourself scrolling through this God-forsaken website.

On the front page, you can see a hotline labeled as ‘general’.

Was this the correct number?

You exhale, closing your eyes for a brief moment as if to psych yourself up.

As you dial the boldly written number, your hand that was holding your phone trembles. The nerves start to kick in.

After a quick three seconds, the phone rings.

“Oh my god,” you squeak, putting the phone on loudspeaker, “fuck fuck fuck fuck, I’m in trouble—”

“Hey,” a voice from the other side breaks your train of profanities.

This isn’t Yoongi.

“O-Oh!” You laugh awkwardly, “Uh… hi?”

If you can just smash your head against the wall and die, you would’ve done it by now.

“How are you tonight, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath, closing your eyes tightly as you feel an overwhelming sense of humiliation. This isn’t the right number!

“Oh,” the man, with a completely different voice as compared to Yoongi, says with a grin, “are you touching yourself already?”

“I… no,” you blurt out.

“Oh.”

“What?”

“Well… this is, um, this is awkward.”

Throw the phone across the room — your consciousness tells you.

You decide to just go straight to the point, not wasting any more time, and to just get away from this hell of a situation you’ve put yourself through. “Do you happen to know a… um… someone named Suga?”

The man sighs deeply. Really deeply. “Of course. It’s always him.”

“Sorry?” you say in shock. It sounds like this man was pissed off that you asked for Yoongi.

Although it is pretty rude to request for someone else when he’s the one in charge of the general hotline for tonight. But you had a goal! You want to talk to Yoongi, and that’s it!

“You have to dial his hotline if you want a private call with Suga,” he says with indifference, “It’s…” he sighs, “It’s on the website’s ‘operator profiles’ tab. You can see his name and number.”

“Ah, I see…” you go back to your laptop, finding the correct tab that he just directed you to, “Thank you.”

“Yeah. Next time, don’t go to the general hotline. This isn't a help desk.”

Your face heats up, feeling so terrible, “I’m incredibly sorry. It’s my fault for not looking into the website as much. H-Have a good night.”

The poor guy ends the call first before you can. What you did was a dick move, but you knew nothing about how all of this works.

Your mouse pointer hovers over his name, Suga, written in bold letters with a five-star rating. Your heart pulses faster.

One by one, you dial the given number into your phone.

But are you mentally and physically prepared for what you’re about to do?

Yoongi had some whiskey to drink for the night. One reason was to celebrate his thick, monthly paycheck, and the other was to get himself into the right mood for his clients.

He moves the curtains of his living room wide open, revealing a large window view of the nightly city below him. Vehicles were still bustling at this hour, watching the people live their lives peacefully. With one hand, he holds his shot glass, drowning the liquid down in one swift move.

Yoongi was shirtless, only wearing a pair of black slacks. The lights were dim, music playing in the background, helping him build up the atmosphere as he is a perfectionist for detail.

In ten minutes, his line will reopen.

As he looks out the window, his mind wanders off to the thought of his first client of the night. He questions himself what could their interest be, what he can do to please them, and what he can say to them. Yoongi itches to talk to someone and make them feel as euphoric as possible, even if he's a thousand miles away.

He wouldn’t ask for a better job than this.

He takes a deep breath, setting his glass down on the glass table before he sits on the large, L-shaped couch. Feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins, the ringtone that he loves to hear reverberates throughout the room the second he picks up the phone.

As if his brain toggles on a switch, he alters his attitude.

“Good evening, dear.”

The other side of the line was quiet.

“Hello? Can you hear me clearly, dear?”

Still, silence.

Yoongi isn’t surprised by that — he has already encountered something similar in the past.

He chuckles, about to speak, but something catches him off guard before he can utter his words.

“Yoongi?”

His jaw drops as he realizes the client knows his real name. He panics, unsure if someone had intruded on his privacy or if it was a creepy stalker.

Now, it was his turn to be tongue-tied.

“Yoongi… it’s Y/n.”

Yoongi feels a stab in his chest. He's been attempting to forget what happened between you and him for the past few weeks. And suddenly all of those memories are flooding back into his mind.

The moment you asked if they could meet up, Yoongi’s mind quickly wandered to the thought of losing his job. Heck, he doesn’t even know how they can find out or if they can find out, but he doesn't want the risk.

“Y/n?” he gulps, “Y/n, I already told you.”

“Listen!” you respond, “I know this probably isn’t the right time, but I want to say sorry for—”

Yoongi tilts his head back and crosses his legs above the other, “Yes, Y/n, Now is not the time.”

You frown from hearing the stern timbre of his voice. “I’m trying to work,” he blurts.

Even so, he can’t seem to get angry at you after you say a soft, faint ‘sorry’.

The things you make him feel.

“Fine,” he runs his hand through his bleached hair, “I understand, sweetheart. And I’m sorry, what I did was a dick move.”

You listen intently, nodding as if he can see you. Hugging your knees close to your chest, you figure that you always do this whenever you need some type of comfort.

“I was only thinking about my job.”

With a faint eagerness, you respond, “But didn’t you say you’ll think about it?”

A vague smile creeps up on Yoongi’s lips.

Deciding to take the call to a different route with an itching feeling to tease, Yoongi replies; “How long have you been thinking about me, hm?”

Your breath hitches the moment he uses that grave and hot tone on you.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t stopped thinking about what I can do to you?”

You bite your lip to suppress your tiny whimpers. Yoongi can only imagine what you must be feeling right now, at this very moment.

“Truthfully, Y/n, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If only you knew how horrible I felt cutting you off like that.”

“I guess we’re both guilty of something, huh?” you giggle meekly, still trying to get used to hearing him after a little while, “But that’s all that I have to say. I… I can leave you to your work now. I guess you have a whole line waiting for you.” Your voice fades at the end of your sentence.

A lightbulb appears on top of Yoongi’s head, having an idea of what he can do to you.

He cannot let this call go to waste. Who knows if this is the last time he’s ever going to talk to you, and hear your sweet voice?

“You think I’m going to let you go just like this, baby?” he mutters huskily, “Without letting you have a good time? What do you say, baby?”

With each pronunciation of every syllable, Yoongi talks to you as if it was the first time. The thumping in your chest becomes faster, your mind slowly submitting to your nasty desires.

“Aww, I know you want to, Y/n. Don’t be shy, I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard the sound of my voice. Don’t you want me to talk dirty to you, huh?”

Unknowingly, you let out a prompt, quiet whine. You close your legs together, feeling the need to feel friction down there.

“Mhm? Is that little whimper a yes? You want me to talk dirty to you? Help you cum?”

You go into a more comfortable position, resting your head on the pillows as you close your eyes for a brief moment. You’re here. This is happening. And there was not a single nerve in you that wanted to stop.

“Yes, please.”

Yoongi, on the other side of the call, clicks his tongue, his head tilting simultaneously. “Tsk. Bad fucking girl. Have you already forgotten what to call me?”

“No, I’m sorry sir.”

Right after that, you can’t help but drag your pj’s down to your knees and start tracing your inner thighs. Yoongi releases a satisfied groan. “Fuck, I love the way you say that. So obedient, using that demure voice on me. You need to know how your sweet voice makes my cock hard and throbbing.”

Yoongi heard another meek moan to escape your mouth, urging him to continue with an egotistical grin, “I’d just imagine you drooling to have my cock inside your virgin little hole, mhmm, that’s what you want, right?”

“Sir—yes,” your fingers make their way to your drenched slit, teasing yourself as the pads of your fingertips trace all over your delicate, sensitive skin. You feel a shiver shooting through your spine when you hear a guttural moan from him, followed by a deep sigh.

Is he touching himself too?

“You’d fucking clench around me so tight, baby, ohh fu-uck, you’d fucking struggle to take my dick but you know that sir will take good care of you, yeah?”

Your body produces a thin layer of sweat, feeling extremely hot and bothered so you pull your shirt up and off your body. “Already undressing without sir’s instructions?” Yoongi sneers, “can you do me a favor and play with your tits, baby?”

You put the phone on speaker with no hesitation before feeling your hard nipples grazing against your fingertips. Kneading each of your breasts, your thighs unconsciously clench together as your eyes flutter shut. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide your embarrassing moans.

“‘Atta girl.” Yoongi relishes playing with himself underneath his pants, his long digits easily succumbing to the girth of his erect cock. “Did you ever touch yourself when your sir was gone, baby girl?”

“I’ve tried,” you half-whisper, mind going back to those moments where you desperately wanted to feel the same sensations as you did before — before when you were talking to him. Who would’ve thought that a man behind a phone would have this much of an effect on you? “I’ve tried… but it’s not as good.”

Yoongi, at your words, tilts his head back to lay it on the headrest. “Really? Did you rather have me guiding you, hm?”

“Fuck, yeah,” you rasp, dragging your hand down to your clothed pussy, teasing your already wet cunt above the material.

“Of fucking course, you do. You love taking instructions. You’re a slut for sir’s words, doing everything and anything he says — correct?”

You feel a series of strong shivers crawl through your body once again, resulting in a desperate whine. “Mhmm,” you breathe heavily, “may I touch myself, sir?”

Yoongi moans through a bitten lower lip, his eyebrows furrowing. You are such a good girl for him, and it makes him rock hard to conceive that such a young girl like you can easily submit yourself for a dirty, lewd man like him. He lubes his dick with the precum that is continuously leaking out of his tip, imagining that it was your juices that were soaking his length.

“Oh?” Yoongi teases, ‘’You wanna touch yourself down there with my help?”

“Yes, yes,” you quickly respond, almost panting as your fingertips outline your folds, “please, sir. Please.”

Yoongi’s voice drops a tone lower, “And what makes you think that you deserve my help, hm?"

Your eyes widen, sulking, “B-But—!”

“I can leave you right here, right now, end this goddamn call like talking to you never fucking happened.”

You feel sharp stings in your chest after hearing his words, sentences that you never want to hear. Clenching your legs together in utter need, you let out another pitiful whimper.

“What a little puppy,” Yoongi chuckles, “always whimpering instead of saying what the fuck she wants.”

How did he turn so degrading all of a sudden?

Your mind tries its best to think of an answer to his previous question. Yoongi, thankfully, waits patiently.

“I’ve been good, sir.”

“Good?” he scoffs, “Yeah, you’ve been a good girl?” Yoongi reacts mockingly, “I’ve encountered a lot of them in the past, sweetheart. They were all full of words but can’t handle being fucking disciplined. How can you be any different, huh? How can I know that you’re not lying to me?”

You wanted to punch a wall from the way he teases you. Your back arches heedlessly, discharging a frustrated cry. Hearing how he subtly snickers at your reaction, you put your hands into a pathetic fist.

“Haven’t I degraded you like this before?” Yoongi asks rhetorically, grinning, “you know, hearing you struggling, hearing the sheets below you ruffle as your body squirms are music to my ears. You better not be fucking touching yourself, Y/n. You wanna be my good girl? Wait for my directions, got that?”

You reply in a heartbeat, “Yes, sir.”

He can never get tired of how you say those two words.

“Louder.”

Your cunt flutters around thin air at that. Yoongi was deep into his dominant state, words falling off of his lips without consent.

“Yes, sir,” you express once again, but this time louder than the last.

The more Yoongi spends time with you on the phone, his fondness for you grows. Not only is he so enthralled — fascinated by your eagerness to please — but he feels different when he's talking to you compared to other clients. As if he's taking care of someone personal to him, and not just some stranger. He feels more intimate with you.

Yoongi carefully traces his throbbing length with one finger, teasing himself from the base of his cock to his tip. “Good job. You know, Y/n, I wanna know more about you.”

Yoongi, though already impatient and just couldn’t wait to hear your delicious and delightful moans, has to ask this question.

“What does that mean?”

“You have to tell me what you like, sweetheart. What turns you on, what fantasies you have stored in that dirty, pathetic little brain of yours.”

Your heart pumps faster as you feel a striking shoot of adrenaline rush through your veins. Your pussy soaks your panties until they become uncomfortable, but you are not going to take it off yet.

Your face goes crimson. It was the first time a man has asked you what your desires were, and truth be told, you had the darkest and most filthy fantasies for someone who hasn't had sex before.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, baby. C’mon, tell me what you like and perhaps...” there was a pause, “we can make them come to life.”

You gulp, eyebrows creasing from how turned on you are. Your hips buck up into the air, wanting – needing friction down there. And the way Yoongi talks to you just fuels your craving even more.

“Come to life?” you graze your tongue across your swollen bottom lip, “what are you implying, sir?”

Yoongi smiles, content from the sudden confidence in your usually meek tone. He senses that you were smirking as you said those words to him, making him do the same action.

“Baby girl, I’m implying that you come over so that I can finally get my tongue to taste your sweet cunt.”

You emit a clear, loud gasp. A humiliating sound causes the man over the line to bite his lip. He anticipated that reaction.

But Yoongi meant every word he said.

He needs you, and he doesn’t give a damn anymore.

You couldn’t get your feet to stay still, constantly bouncing up and down, your eyes glaring at the clock above the whiteboard with every chance you get. Ten minutes left before the lecture finishes – ironically with Mrs. Chan – and you’re finally done with all of your classes for today, and that means only ten minutes left before you meet Yoongi.

For fuck’s sake. Who would’ve thought you’d end up like this. A crazed college girl who longs for a man whom you’ve never even seen his face before. But props to Yoongi — he made you fall for him with just his voice.

You wonder what he looked like. How he dressed. How he styles his hair. Is his voice the same in real life as it is over the phone? Is he constantly just putting on a performance every time he would talk to you? Or is he doing it because it’s his job?

Does he like you?

These questions were nonstop making your head spin. Albeit delusional were the next couple of questions popping in your distracted little mind.

“Hey, don’t do that.”

You turn to your left to see the owner of the voice that released you from your stream of thoughts. “You alright?” A guy with long, black hair and doe eyes stares at you with what you thought was utmost care. He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at you.

“Sorry,” you stop bouncing your leg, cheeks flushed in red in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to annoy you.”

He grins, showing his teeth, “No, no, it’s nothing. I-I’ve read somewhere that bouncing your leg up and down like that continuously is a sign of anxiety… something along those lines.” The guy huffs nervously, “I-I’m Jungkook.”

This was so random. You’ve been sitting beside this guy during the whole three-hour lecture, and now he’s introducing himself to you. “Nice to meet you! I’m Y/n,” you reply politely.

As the class almost comes to an end, you gather your things to leave the shitshow as soon as possible. Not to mention — to avoid more possible interactions with Jungkook. You were not in the mood to make any more small talk.

“Uh, hey—”

You were about to make your way down the steps until his voice stopped you. You turn around with a raised eyebrow. “Hm?”

Jungkook runs a hand through his thick hair, fluffing it right before he speaks. “Maybe we can get to know each other soon?”

Yoongi.

You need to see Yoongi.

“Well…” you avoid eye contact.

Yoongi’s waiting.

You straighten your posture, gripping the strap of your tote bag tighter. “I’ll think about it, Jungkook.”

Before he can even muster a reply, you hurriedly rush to the door, pursing your lips as you can’t believe you just turned down a man like that. You cover your mouth as you hide the grimace beneath your palm.

Yoongi sent you a text to meet him in front of the bookstore right outside your campus. He sits at a bench outside the shop, legs crossed as he twiddles with his phone. Just like you, he was wondering what you would look like. Nevertheless, he knows that you’re just as lovely as your voice sounds. He scans the crowd of students that exits the campus. With attentive eyes, he tries to guess where you are – who you are in this mass of people.

Yoongi adds another text. It reads:

“I’ll call you.”

Within a matter of seconds, your heart begins to race as you walk to the bookstore. Your thumb taps the button to accept the call.

Yoongi would instantly know where you are as soon as you bring your phone to your ear.

“I’m right here, baby.”

That oh-so-familiar tone resonates through your body, making you feel a wave of butterflies in your stomach. You make your way forward to where a man was sitting, also on his phone with a smirk on his face, eyes focused on yours.

Is that… him?

You take a few idle steps forward until you are a couple of feet away from him. His eyes captivated yours and everything that surrounds you seemed to slow down. “Yoongi,” you whisper, and he hears your soft sound through the phone.

“Mhm, that’s me.”

He abruptly stands up, not taking his eyes away from you, “Come closer,” he articulates, the phone still pressed on his ears. You do as you're told, closing the gap between the two of you slowly. “Closer.

Yoongi, as politely as he possibly can, skims your body up and down. "Beautiful," he whispers, not loud enough for you to hear.

The call ends after Yoongi reaches a hand out for you to grab. He gives you a kind smile, indicating that you have nothing to fear.

It was different this time. This was happening in real life, and you were no longer in the comfort of your room talking to him. Yoongi was there with you, physically present. About to receive his touch.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, baby.” He smirks.

Oh, God. His voice sounds so much better than over the phone. It was the same deepness, that timbre that always made your core tighten up in lust. You internally shake all of your nervousness away before taking his hand and clasping it with yours.

Fireworks. You feel a burst inside of you – something you’ve never felt before, like static shooting throughout your body as soon as your hand touched his warm skin. Yoongi draws you even closer to him, almost too close for your usual level of comfortability. He didn’t hide the fact that he was staring at your lips, licking his own in return. Somehow, you both take your time to engulf each other’s presence amongst the people walking by as if it's the first and last.

“Is it okay if I wrap my arms around you?” he purrs, scanning your face for an answer, throwing away his growing ego as he notices your cheeks getting redder by each second. “Hm?” His thumb caresses your knuckles warmingly, and with each swipe, your heart pumps a second faster.

You don’t respond, rather, you grab his wrist and place his hand on your back, allowing him to wrap his arm around you just like he said.

“You can hold me, Yoongi,” you giggle.

Without hesitation, he uses both arms to pull you tighter to him, finally pressing his body onto yours. Your eyes grow as Yoongi looks at you hungrily.

“You don’t know how much I’ve imagined you saying my name, fuck,” he breathes out, “You’re so fucking stunning, baby.”

You hold a whimper that was bound to escape your lips. You can’t do this in public!

"You're more than what I've expected, oh my god," Yoongi says as he leans his forehead to yours, oblivious to the fact that you're both in public, exhibiting affection. He looks deep into your eyes as if you've known one other for a long time. You notice that he doesn't hold back in physical contact. Why would he? When he was dying to lay a finger on you ever since.

And for some strange reason, you feel solace in his eyes.

“Beautiful fucking girl.”

“Not here, please,” you weep, shifting your eyes away from his unwavering ones.

“That’s the voice I like to hear,” he grins menacingly, “I can’t wait to hear more of those soon.”

He was the first to pull away before reacting to what he said. He grabs your hand, and with a cheeky smile, kisses it.

This man, you swear.

You couldn't quite comprehend that this was truly happening. None of this would have occurred if you hadn't picked up the note from your professor that day with Yoongi's phone number. In a way, you owe Mrs. Chan so much. A part of you was glad that you were the one experiencing Yoongi’s touch and not her.

“There’s a bar a couple of blocks from here. What do you say?” Yoongi opens the passenger’s door of his lavish car for you.

Before you take a seat inside, you purse your lips, tilting your head at him, “I’m not dressed up for that…” you look down on the ground, wanting to hide, “and besides, uh, I don’t have that much, you know. I only have a couple for the train and—”

“Y/n.” Yoongi clicks his tongue, sounding a bit disappointed, “that’s not a problem. You know that.” With a slender finger, he uses his digit and places it beneath your chin as he applies the right amount of pressure to tilt your head up. You look at him with big eyes unknowingly, and that makes his mind race with thoughts. Thoughts that did not belong at this time.

Yoongi bites his lip for a moment before settling back to reality.

“You don’t have to dress up. You only look good for me, and right now—” he leans closer to you until your faces almost touch.

Was he always such a tease?

“—You look fucking delicious. Especially with that short skirt of yours. Was it even allowed to wear such flimsy material to school?”

“Alright, alright!” you exclaim, sighing as your face heats up once again. You immediately climb into the car without any second thought, making Yoongi laugh. It was the first time you’ve heard him laugh like that, almost airy and hiccupy which you found adorable; a total contrast of the usual persona he portrays in front of you. You create a mental note to make him laugh more often.

It was like Yoongi fits right in the bar as if he goes here every chance he gets. His outfit, all black and neatly fitting his well-built body, compliments the dim and sensual aura of the bar.

You, contrarily, were the complete opposite. It was laughable – the image of you two walking inside the building and how different you looked beside him. The bar greeted you with slow, r&b music, with the deep bass hitting all the right places in your chest.

Yoongi places his hand on the lower part of your back, nudging you with a firm push so that you can keep up with him. That simple gesture made you flush in crimson, gnawing at the insides of your cheeks.

“Do you drink?”

“Sometimes.”

Yoongi smirks, staring at you as he takes a seat at the barstool, making you do the same.

He doesn’t look away from you, catching the way he is, once again, checking you out. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Or else what, hm?”

You've just been inside the bar for a few minutes, and he's already making you want to rush to his place.

The bartender approaches the two of you with a glint in his eyes. He fixes his gaze specifically on you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a suggestive grin. As he leans on the counter, your eyes travel to his arms and the curves of his biceps thanks to his white dress shirt.

Yoongi notices you staring, but he doesn’t say anything.

“What can I get for y—”

“Two cans of beer,” Yoongi says, laying his right hand on your exposed knee, “for my girl and I.”

Oh. My. God.

You purse your lips, looking down as your hair covers the side of your face. Yoongi liked your reaction despite how the bartender straightened his posture uncomfortably.

He coughs, “Got that.”

Right when he left, Yoongi scoots his stool closer to yours so that his knees were touching yours. “Look at me,” he grabs your cheek, applying an ample amount of force to cock your head up. Yoongi leans in, stares at your lips, then back to your wavering eyes that couldn’t stay still. “Y/n,” his thumb rubs the soft skin of your cheek, attempting to calm you down. “Come on, don’t be shy. What’s to be shy about, huh?”

You finally lock eyes with him despite your nervousness. You figured that Yoongi likes having intimate eye contact with you. He likes to see you struggle to keep your gaze on him, he likes noticing your breath hitch up, and he awfully gets turned on seeing you look so lost in his dark irises.

“There you go, good girl,” he lowers his thumb until it sensually swipes your bottom lip. You watch him scoff at how you reacted to that pet name, “You’re my good girl. No one else’s.”

“Yoongi…” you half-whisper, half-moaned, “d-don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he smiles smugly, “don’t turn you on in public?”

You respond with a small nod. With his other hand, he places a warm palm on your thigh, creeping it up your bare skin insatiably slow. Inch by inch, his fingernails graze your skin as it causes goosebumps to appear on the surface. Yoongi loves how reactive your body is to his touch, urging him to advance.

“I hate to break it to you, baby, but I like seeing you getting riled up under my touch.” The hand that was cupping your cheek goes to grasp the back of your neck, then up to your scalp.

Your eyes enlarge when he abruptly grabs a handful of your hair, tugging you back so that your neck is exposed to him. You were not successful in hiding your moan, so you release the suppressed, lewd noise, making Yoongi’s ears perk up.

He pulls your stool closer, face inches away from the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent; the proximity and the sensual atmosphere of the bar cloud Yoongi’s mind and nothing else. He wanted to touch you for too fucking long, to have his hands all over your body; he waited so long for you. And he almost regrets taking you to a bar rather than driving straight to his place and fuck you senseless.

He then starts to play with the hem of your skirt, making you release an uneven exhale. You hold his wrist, not applying any pressure, but just enough to remind him of your presence. Yoongi’s mouth reaches up to your ear, tugging you nearer to his upper body, “What if I just stick a finger up your pussy, right here, right now?” He rasps with that voice that you loved so much. You clench around nothing, biting your lips to hide an embarrassing moan.

You were tempted to close your eyes, but your brain reminded you that people might be looking. Immediately, you scan the area for potential lurking eyes, but almost everyone was drunk as a skunk or minding their own business as if they’ve seen worse.

“Look at my hand,” he commands, referring to the one resting on your thigh. They were so big. His fingers were slender too.

Shit. You feel the uncomfortable wetness in your underwear, making you shift on your stool.

He crawls his hand under your skirt until the flimsy material covers his fingers. You shiver, jolting your hips in the slightest – but Yoongi still catches this action.

Your eyes connect once more. “I know you want to feel them deep in you,” he whispers, “and hit just the right spot.”

You moan softly, peeking at him with needy eyes. You were getting wetter and wetter as he talks dirty to you in public, where there’s a chance of people hearing, shit, this is way better than over the phone.

“Would you like that?” he sneers, already knowing the answer.

Yoongi, done with the teasing, gives your thigh a firm but gentle slap and pulls away, leaving you flushed and breathless.

“Oh look,” he chimes, grasping the two cans of beer in front of the two of you, “that poor bartender must’ve seen everything while we weren’t paying attention.” He pops open a can for you, you – who was just gawking at him with an open mouth. You can’t believe what has happened. Is he leaving you like that as if nothing happened?

Contrary to your thoughts, he was having a hard time controlling his growing dick beneath his jeans. He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat.

“Cheers, baby,” he laughs, bringing his can to yours, making a quiet ‘clink’.

“Close that mouth of yours, Y/n. Before I put something in it.”

In all honesty, you tried pushing whatever the hell just occurred behind you as Yoongi proceeded to have a normal conversation with you, but his touch lingered on your skin more than it should have. Not to mention, he ordered a pint of beer because that single can was not enough for him. You fiddle with the rim of your empty can, wanting to order another but were too shy to ask for it since you’re spending another person’s money.

Yoongi was enjoying every second of his time with you, finally. He was solely immersed in you, eyes never leaving your side because the moment that he gets stripped away from you — if that ever happens — he wants to remember every single detail of your presence.

The one rule that Buzz had for each employee burns at the back of his mind: no operator should have any private relationship with a client. Yoongi feels his chest tense whenever his consciousness goes back to that forsaken rule that he’s bound to break.

He knew that the only “reason” you believed as to why he abruptly cut the call that day, the day where you asked if you two can take things further, was you stepping over his boundaries. He doesn’t know when and how he should tell you, shit, should he even tell you that what the two of you are doing right now is restricted within the company?

But the longer he stays with you, the more he sees how precious you are for him.

Yoongi hasn't had a serious relationship in a long time. He's had flings before, but never romantic ones. You've come to know that he wasn’t the romantic, chivalrous type, which was the current topic of your conversation.

“Have you ever, uh, d-done this with someone else?”

He tilts his head with a sly smile, “What?”

“Nevermind–”

“Are you asking if I’ve ever dated someone? Baby if you wanted to know my body count then you could’ve just asked–”

“No! It’s not like that! Well, I mean, yeah but I didn’t want to directly ask– ugh!”

Yoongi smiles as he lets out a little chuckle, pinching your reddened cheek from the alcohol. “Shh, it’s alright. You wanna know if I can do the things I’ve been promising to you over the phone, huh?” He was wearing a cocky grin all this time, “Don’t worry, Y/n. I’m not a scam.”

You bite your lip unconsciously, something you’ve been doing unbeknownst to you this whole time with him. He was edging you with his words alone, and you wonder how it would feel when you can feel his heat on yours, his body pressing against you and pinning you on the bed.

“But truthfully,” Yoongi says seriously now. How can he go from this teasing-ass persona to someone so grave in the blink of an eye? “I don’t do many hookups these days, only focused on work.”

You quirk your brow up, “Oh, so you don’t get laid?”

Yoongi held himself back from a snarky remark. He doesn’t want to go there yet.

“Is it your business, my dear?”

You cringe, not at all satisfied with his response. Somehow, the idea of him in the presence of another woman brings you a literal heartache, your mind spiraling in scenarios of him being with other people, whereas you knew that you were not in a place to feel that way. His job is to bring strangers into an orgasm daily. It’s his job to turn people on. You were just a lucky one.

“Hey, I think that guy knows you.” Yoongi suddenly blurts while staring at an area behind you. Your forehead creases, “What? What guy?”

Turning around as you try to find a familiar face, you ask Yoongi again, “Which guy are you talking about?”

Your eyes scan the area, looking past all the people drinking and chattering until you see the same black and long-haired dude stealing a look at you. His eyes widen, surprised to see you notice him.

“Who’s that?” Yoongi questions, shifting in his seat.

“A guy I met in class earlier. Goodness I sure hope he’s not stalking me… oh here he comes— hey, Jungkook!”

He grins widely, “Y/n! I was surprised to see you here,” he tilts his can of cola to Yoongi’s direction, “with a fine companion I see.”

“Yeah, she’s got nice taste, don’t you agree?” Yoongi reacts brashly before taking another sip of his beer. You hurriedly slap his knee as you feign a laugh.

“I hope you’re not following me around, Jungkook,” you say as lightheartedly and friendly as possible.

“Oh, no, no! It’s all just a coincidence. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable–”

“Well, you made me uncomfortable staring at her for far too long earlier, Jungkook,” Yoongi snaps and shortly seizes your wrist tightly, pulling you up from your seat. He starts to stand up and makes a final statement to Jungkook, who watches with a stunned look on his face.

“We’re going.”

Yoongi pulls you towards the exit harshly, almost making you stumble, but you still grab the opportunity to turn around and mouth a quick “Sorry!” to Jungkook.

“Yoongi!” you squeal, your wrist undoubtedly turning red from how tight he was holding you. “That’s so low of you!”

Yoongi scoffs and speaks with a strict tone. “Oh give me a fucking break. If you could just see how he was gawking at you for every single second, Y/n. I don’t want any other man to look at you the same way as I do.”

“Mine or your place?” You ask in between stutters as Yoongi wraps his arms tighter around your body, his mouth peppering kisses all over your neck. Outside the parking lot, he leans you against his car and holds your hips in place as he grinds himself on you. Yoongi ignores your query for a moment as his mind is filled up with a sexual appetite for your body. Specifically, how you sounded – so sensual and soft at the same time. His large hands rake down your sides, feeling you shiver after a whole gush of cold wind hits your skin.

“Yoongi,” you moan as he kisses your neck, finding that sweet spot behind your ear that you didn’t even know you had. He leaves wet trails of kisses down, then moves back up to scatter them throughout your jaw. You hear him hum deeply, smiling against each kiss.

“Call me sir,” Yoongi groans, sinking his teeth into your supple skin. You whimpered at that as you buck your hips onto him a little bit harder this time, making him aware of your neediness.

“Don’t make me say it again. Tell me, who does your cunt belong to?”

“You–ohh–it’s yours, sir.”

Yoongi hums in approval, that word slipping past your tongue so sweet like honey. “Good girl. Now get inside the fucking car, I need to eat your pussy.”

You mutter curse words under your breath from his straightforwardness, forgetting that this is who he was, being Suga.

You both get inside the backseat, automatically he hovers above your body and you prop yourself up with your arms. He sees parts of your eyes tainted with worry and your body tense. He sneers, grabbing your jaw with a forceful hand, “Are you afraid?”

You nod timidly, not trusting your voice.

“Aww, why is that?” he says condescendingly, leaning close to your face until his lips hover on top of yours, “You’re finally getting sir’s tongue on your pussy. You should be excited.”

You whimper in pure desperation, his hand crawling underneath your skirt and rubbing your inner thigh. “Mhmm, keep whimpering like that, baby. Tell me, do you want this?”

With big eyes, you look up at him with hopes that you deliver your neediness non-verbally. But he doesn’t want that. He wants to hear your words. He waits for you to talk, something that you figure out a little later on.

“Yes, sir.”

Yoongi grins in content, eventually connecting his lips to yours.

You couldn’t keep up with his pace, no. He kisses you like a starved man, craving for your taste as he holds your head in place for him to control. You mewl against him, gasping when he slides his tongue inside your mouth to meet your own. You fall back on the leather seat, your arms wrapping around him securely. He, too, was groaning now and then as he makes out with you, pressing his body on yours whilst grinding his hips. Your tongues danced with each other and you were almost out of breath. Yoongi wanted this for so long, he imagined doing this to you for too long and now everything’s finally coming to life. Whatever he said to you on the phone was real – and he was down to do all those things to you as long as you consent.

Yoongi pulls away, lips red and covered in each others’ saliva. You clench your pussy around nothing while your panties get soaked with your liquid. Yoongi puts his knee in between your thighs and spreads them, preventing you from closing your legs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he massages his hand up and down your thigh, goosebumps peeking through, “for now.”

Although he knew that it’s not your first time to cum, it’s sure is your first time having a man between your legs. The thought alone sends Yoongi into primal lust for you, his mind going in autopilot as the only thing that matters the most is your pleasure.

Two fingers hooks over the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down inch by inch. You bite your lip, looking at his eyes wearily. He shakes his head, “It’s okay, you’re beautiful.”

You hike your hips up slightly so he can fully remove your undergarment, sliding it off your legs. Yoongi grinds his teeth together as he can practically smell your arousal, hitting his nose like a drug. He grasps your damp panties in one hand, soon bringing them up to his nose while taking a deep inhale.

Did he just—

“Oh my god,” he grunts, “I need to taste you, fuck, put your legs up over my shoulders.” You both waste no time and you obey his command. Your pussy was all up in display for him, allowing him to dwell in how you look right now.

His slender fingers come in contact with your pussy lips, spreading your juices up and down your slit. You tremble from his soft touch, already whining. “Look at this virgin little cunt, holy fuck,” he leans in, inhaling more of your scent as he doesn’t break eye contact with you. You notice his eyes turning a shade darker, an animalistic desire driving his motives. He teases you by pressing just the tip of his long, middle finger against your hole, making you gush out.

“So adorable,” he drags that finger slowly up to your clit which was begging to be touched. You grab onto his back as soon as he rubs your throbbing bud firmly yet so fucking slow which made you buck your hips onto him harder. Yoongi hums, using two fingers to rub gentle circles on your clit, your mind hazy as you moan uncontrollably.

You were so responsive. It was hard for him too as his dick was uncontrollably throbbing against his pants.

“Sir,” you whine, “s-so good.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, “you like that?”

“Mhmm.”

“What if I…” he crawls down south while hiking your skirt up to your belly.

A loud gasp escapes your mouth, eyes enlarging as he, fucking finally attaches his lips directly on your clit, replacing his fingers. You squeal, holding his hair tightly as he doesn’t wait to flick his tongue up and down your bud.

You can’t stop your eyes from rolling back as Yoongi continues to toy with your clit, drawing figures with his tongue as your juices drip down your thigh. “Ohh my— sir, shit,” you moan, rocking your hips. Wet, sucking noises fill the air alongside your moans as you venture into a deep trance of pleasure.

As if it can’t get any better, Yoongi drags his thick, long tongue up and down your slit, collecting all your wetness. He sucks on your labia, spreading your juices all over your pussy. Yoongi grunts to himself as he firmly presses his hands down on your hips, pinning you on the seat.

Suddenly, Yoongi gathers saliva in his mouth and spits it directly on your cunt.

You almost came from that sight alone. He dives in again, his ash-blond hair slightly covering his eyes. He looks so hot from that angle, his tongue flicking your clit furiously as his hands continue to caress your inner thighs. He alternates between sucking and teasing your entrance, prodding just the tip of his tongue right in to tease you.

“You taste so fucking good, baby girl, better than I’ve imagined,” Yoongi claims, seeing his mouth glistening in your wetness. “This pussy drives me wild.”

Yoongi uses his mouth to drive you closer to an orgasm. Wanting to cry from how good he’s making you feel, you tightly close your eyes as you squirm and squeal against his firm hold as sweat accumulates on your skin.

“P-Please, sir. I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pulling on his hair.

“Beg for it.”

There he is again.

“Please!” you half-moaned, half-whispered.

Yoongi clicks his tongue, stopping his tracks suddenly. You whimper for him to come back, but he shows who’s in control by wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides. “Do better. Show me what a good girl you are and beg properly. Do you understand how lucky you are to feel my tongue on you, huh? Do you know how many sluts out there want to be in your place right now?”

Yoongi’s hand abruptly comes in contact with your cunt sharply, slapping it once to make you flinch. His cold tone added to your arousal, your stomach doing cartwheels.

“Beg properly or else I’m not letting you cum—”

“—No! Please, sir! Let me cum, please let me cum,” you cry out desperately, eyes welling up in tears, “Please make me cum. I’ve been a good girl for you, sir – please!”

Yoongi leans back down to your cunt, smirking. “Yeah? How good were you?”

You gulp, “Y-You’re all that I was thinking about, sir. Every time I try to cum, you’re always on my mind.”

Yoongi was more than pleased by your answer. Even something as dirty as that made his heart clench in some twisted way.

Fulfilling his promise, his mouth goes back to work and pushes you closer and closer into an orgasm. He does not only know how to use his mouth to talk dirty, but he’s so good at oral. He was proud of what his tongue can do, in every possible way.

Your core tightens, feeling your orgasm any second now. Yoongi’s grunts and the vibration it sends were the push that you needed before coming undone, hard. You scream, praying that no one outside can hear you. Your hands grab his hair, pushing his face onto your pussy as you spill out your cum on his tongue.

“Fuck,” he mutters, licking you up without wasting a single drop. He closes his eyes as he tastes you, gulping your sweet nectar down without hesitation. “That’s my good girl.”

He comes back up, meeting you face to face, noticing your chest heaving up and down. Yoongi presses his lips on yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. You were already out of breath from your first surreal orgasm, but Yoongi makes out with you like he was still starving.

“I love the sounds you made,” he chuckles, pressing a final kiss on the tip of your nose, “so cute.”

A little bit later, he notices that you were staring at his crotch, the tent made by his hard dick obvious to your sight. He reaches out and grabs your chin, “You wanna taste my cock?” Yoongi asks as if reading your mind.

Your purse your lips while nodding, your mouth aching to be stuffed.

He wastes no time to sit down and unzip his pants as you sit prettily beside him, watching him play with the hem of his boxers. "Pull it down for me."

You hook your fingers along with the bands and tug his underwear down without further hesitation. But his big, lengthy cock springing upwards, resting on his abdomen made your nervousness come back. Your mouth dries up as you don't notice your pussy clenching in need as you eat his dick with your eyes. You whine when Yoongi wraps his hand around his shaft, ultimately making his hand look small.

Suddenly, he collects a bunch of his saliva and spits it on his cock, using that for lubrication.

That was enough for you to beg.

"Oh, please," you look at him, "I want your cock, sir."

Yoongi was taken aback by your greed, resulting in him wrapping his other hand around your neck. He chokes you and roughly tugs you down until your face was centimeters away from his throbbing dick. "You want this so bad, huh? Why, what a little slut begging to suck cock for the first time. Go ahead, show me what you've got."

You knew what to do from the countless amount of erotica you have digested, you just hope that it feels good for him. You start to gently lick the red tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. Yoongi starts to groan gently as he feels you wrap your mouth around his girth, relaxing his head on the headrest. You start to take careful inches of his cock inside your mouth, taking him the best that you can without gagging too much. Although it was forsakenly impossible not to gag as Yoongi's cock was already hitting the back of your throat without being halfway in. Yoongi chuckles, loving the sight of you struggling to take his cock. Your mouth had to stretch uncomfortably to accompany his size, having Yoongi picture this exact image in his mind before you two met.

"Use your hand, baby girl," Yoongi reminds before he teases, "You'd need more practice if you wanna have my whole cock down your throat."

You can feel his cock throb in your mouth once you've gotten used to a fast and steady pace, bobbing your head up and down alongside your hand that covers the space your mouth couldn't reach. He was just so big, but you wanted to show him that you're a good girl.

Yoongi rests his hand on your head, grabbing a bunch of your hair to guide you. His moans were driving you insane, making you go faster as you, yourself, whimper against him. He becomes sadistic all of a sudden, forcing your head down and making you choke. More saliva accumulates as he feels your throat tighten around him while he starts to steadily fuck your mouth.

"Ahh, fuck. That's my little cockslut, you're doing a good job, baby. Just let me use your pretty throat," he grits his teeth, laughing devilishly at the sight of your eyes welling up with tears, "Take it, take it, take it," he pants, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that?"

You nod sheepishly, your hands tightly grabbing onto his thigh as he takes control over you – using your throat as his fucktoy. Yoongi's moans and thrusts become erratic, and after he feels you unintentionally swallow around him, he spurts strings of hot cum down your throat.

Yoongi pants heavily, pulling his cock out after draining him of cum. He holds your face with both hands, "Say 'ahh'." He checks if you've swallowed his orgasm, and when you stick out your tongue as evidence, he pats your head, "Good. Don't cry anymore," he wipes the fallen tears off your cheeks, "Once sir has properly trained your throat, you're gonna be my best little cocksucker."

Yoongi decided to go to his place after all. The drive was filled with tension and it was unclear how you held yourself back from giving him another blowjob while he was driving. But you decided not to for it was a safety hazard and he had alcohol. Although Yoongi told you that he had a high alcohol tolerance and beer doesn’t affect him at all, you were still wary.

And besides, everything is better when there’s a bit of tension.

His bedroom reeked of his personality. Nothing but monochrome furniture and a large stereo where he probably plays his music.

“Don’t you, h-have,” you gulp, wanting to slap yourself from stuttering. The way he was standing there in the middle of the room, inspecting your body up and down was enough for your mind to go blank.

He takes a few steps closer, removing your bag from your shoulder and dropping it on the ground. “Hm? You were saying?”

His voice has gotten deeper, more relaxed – a tone that made your core tighten.

You take a deep breath, “Don’t you have work or something?”

Yoongi snakes his arms around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. He presses his lips against your forehead before speaking, “No. I’m working with you tonight.”

In a quick blink of an eye, Yoongi lifts your body and places you on his bed, immediately crawling over you. Bashfulness creeps up to your face, discovering that you like the feeling of how he manhandled you to the bed. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, completely trapping you in his body.

He gives you an alluring gaze as if he was a snake seducing Eden. Squirming when he holds your wrists a little tighter than what was comfortable, Yoongi spanks your thigh sharply. “Oh, you don’t like that?” he mocks, “you don’t want to be bruised by me?”

Sometimes, Yoongi forgets that you’re younger than him and that he has much more experience in sex than you. He even almost fails to remember that he’s your first time. But after that one phone call, with you securing all your desires to him – practically confessing what you like him to do to you – he knows you like this.

He knows you like it rough, but he’s not sure if you can actually handle it.

“I want you to.” You shyly murmur your reply to his previous question, crossing your legs together as you crave for friction down there.

He raises his brow, slowly tugging the hem of your top up to reveal your bra, “Oh yeah? Are you sure about that? Hm?” He fully removes your top and quickly attaches his lips to your neck, leaving tender kisses here and there as you release a couple of little moans. “You’re not gonna cry if I do?” he darkly whispers right against your ear. Your pussy gushes more juices out at his dirty words, whimpering a sly little ‘yes’.

You truly underestimated how big his hands were until he firmly gropes your breasts, hearing him hum in delight from how full they feel in his touch. You arch your back, your nipples hardening underneath your bra.

“Precious little thing,” Yoongi mutters, finally slipping his hands behind your back to unclasp the piece of clothing, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Instantly, a loud moan escapes your lips when he starts to suck on your nipple, while a hand creeps up to tug and play with the other.

“A-Aahh, j-just like that, sir,” you mewl, your back arching even more. He lifts himself for a moment to say, “Do you like that?” before returning to suck on your sensitive nipple.

This was a new feeling altogether – much different from where you use your own hands to play with your breasts. His tongue takes turns in flicking the hard bud using the tip of his tongue and licking around it.

After he is satisfied, he kneels and removes his shirt, and afterward proceeds to unbutton his pants. You observe his long digits fiddling with the button, making you squirm unconsciously.

“Scoot up on the pillows,” he commands strictly. You do as your told, never feeling so exposed than ever before. He takes note of your timidness and uses it to his advantage.

The game has begun.

“What? Are you just going to gawk at me?” he firmly grabs your jaw, angling your face up. “Go on, put on a show.”

Your heart thumps harder against your chest as you almost choked at your own spit at his words. You knew what to do, but you can’t bring yourself to do so. Not when he’s gazing at you so hard as if he’s burning lasers into your skin.

Yoongi chuckles unexpectedly, standing up from the bed. He clicks his tongue, never avoiding eye contact with you, “Tsk, tsk, I swear to god, Y/n, you don’t want to make me wait. Not when I can just stick my cock inside you and throw all the affection I have out the window.”

He hears you let out a miserable whine before spreading your legs apart. Yoongi grasps his throbbing cock over his tight boxers, watching your cunt drip sweet juices down to your ass. It boosts his ego to think that he’s done this to you without much effort.

“Mhmm, good girl. Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself like how you do every time you listen to my voice.”

‘Maybe she needs a little more encouragement.’ Yoongi thinks to himself before crawling back to you, kneeling between your legs with his hand under his boxers, wanting you to look at it, how he plays with his cock beneath the piece of clothing. He was groaning, muttering curse words.

“Have you forgotten everything I’ve taught you, huh?” He smirks as he pulls his boxers down, his big cock springing up and all for yourself to devour.

You pout your lips, mind hazy as you heedlessly start to rub your clit with two fingers. “S-Sir,” you whimper, watching him jerk himself off. His cock was right above your cunt, causing you to buck your hips into him. Your body moves on its own, seeming to know what it wants more than yourself.

“You better put on a good show for me, baby. Or else you’re not getting sir’s cock.” He sneers, slapping the tip against your slit.

The more he was talking dirty to you, the faster your hands worked on your pussy. Soon, you were a throbbing, needy mess. Your pussy is covered in your wetness as Yoongi’s hot, domineering voice fills your mind.

“Open your mouth.” His fingers appear right in front of your face as you oblige. Pushing his digits inside, you instantly suck on them without holding back. You show your hunger and lust for his touch, using your tongue to swirl around his digits. Yoongi grunts, “Fuck, you’re so hot like that. I can’t wait to see what you’d look like sucking your sir’s cock.”

His fingers pop out of your mouth, soaked in your saliva, then bring them down to push one finger against your soaked entrance. You writhe beneath him, trying to fuck yourself up into him but he was quick to put a firm hand on your lower stomach, pressing you down.

“Shh, shh, let me take care of you.” He says, mouth agape as he gently pushes one finger inside your cunt. “Ohh, there we go, that’s it baby, make those cute noises for me.”

No matter how many times your mind reminds you to relax, your cunt flutters uncontrollably. You let out a dangerously loud moan when he plunges a second finger in, throwing your head back in pure bliss.

His fingers were so much bigger than yours, reaching greater lengths and spots that you haven’t explored with your fingers before. Immediately, Yoongi shows his expertise when he curls his fingers up, creating ‘come hither’ motions to reach your sweet spot.

Your moans were music to his ears, his ego inflating as he fingers you harder and faster. With each thrust, your body succumbs to him. You lose all self-control as your hands snatch the sheets, feeling a layer of sweat forming on your forehead.

He comes down without you noticing – for you had your eyes shut in pleasure – and suddenly encloses his mouth around your clit. Your hips tremble, feeling his fingers twist and turn inside you as he was desperate to make you cum. Yoongi groans against you, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration while your scent fills his senses. “Fuck,” he grunts, his mouth and chin drenched in your wetness.

“Sir, s-so fast—ohh fuck,” you cry out, referring to how he abuses your poor little cunt.

The squelching noises only made things hotter paired with the sight below you. He was furiously fucking your hole with his slender digits while his mouth and tongue alternates to play with your clit. You never expected to feel such overwhelming pleasure before, bringing you so close to an orgasm.

“Cum, baby,” Yoongi sighs, feeling your cunt squeezing his fingers. “I know you want to. Please, baby, let me fucking taste your cum, please.”

That was all it took – Yoongi begging – for an orgasm to spill out from your system. You sob as your legs shake uncontrollably, but he doesn’t hold you down like before. He allows your body to let loose as you experience your mind going blank from such a hard orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant breathlessly, a series of whimpers falling off your lips.

Yoongi catches your cum with his tongue, not allowing a single drip to go to waste. He smirks as he does so, loving how fucking wet your pussy is.

“Mmm, pussy so messy already,” he licks a long, solid stripe from your soaked entrance and up to your clit. “Your cum tastes so good, fuck, I should’ve done this sooner if I knew you’d taste like heaven.” He toys with you when he circles the tip around your clit. You wail from the sensitivity, wanting to close your legs together.

“Oh, baby,” he moves back up, gripping his cock for it to rest against your pussy, “are you tired? Do you wanna stop–”

“No, no, no,” you shake your head, panting, “fuck me, sir.”

“What will you say then, huh?” Yoongi places his left hand gently on your cheek, slowly stroking your skin. You both share this sweet and intimate moment, eyes connecting on a deeper level. You both know what he was going to take from you – something so precious. He’s even fortunate enough that you allowed a guy like him to be your first.

“Please fuck me, sir,” you speak with the intent of luring him into you. “Please,” you practically whimper, knowing how much that will turn him on.

“I might hurt you.”

“Then hurt me. I don’t care, just please,” releasing all the wariness you have left in you, you wrap your feeble hand around the length of his throbbing, hard cock. Yoongi gasps, proceeding to bite his lip to stop himself from punishing you for that sly little move.

“Please ruin me, Yoongi.”

He grunts, his hands roaming around your body, tightly gripping your hips as he aligns himself, “Fucking say that again, slut,” he says nonchalantly, seeing how big his cock is in comparison to your tight pussy.

“Ruin me, sir,” you beg, “please, I want it so bad–”

That was Yoongi’s last straw, slowly pushing the tip of his cock in, receiving loud moans and whines from the two of you.

“You’re gonna take this dick, baby,” Yoongi mutters, grinding his teeth as he sinks his cock further into you. “You’re so wet, fuck, this pussy’s gonna take sir’s dick so goddamn well, I know it will baby.”

He places his arms on either side of your head, bodies almost touching as he presses his forehead on yours. His cock sinks deeper and deeper, your mouth constantly opens as you struggle to take his girth. Fuck, he was bigger than you would think, and the tip wasn’t even fully in yet.

“Oh my god,” you squeal, toes curling as you attempt to relax your muscles, “I-It hurts…”

“Shh, I know, baby. But you need to be a good girl and relax for me or else you won’t get any of my cock tonight.”

You whine despairingly at that, wanting to show your eagerness so you wrap your legs around his hips. Unexpectedly, this made him push more of his length into you without warning. Yoongi moans as he's never felt such a tight pussy in a long time.

“Mhmm, that’s a good slut,” he suddenly inserts his thumb inside your mouth, letting you suck on it while he thrusts in and out at a steady pace, trying to get you used to him. “Ohh, look at you becoming a braindead little slut for sir,” he chuckles, feeling you clench harder because of the way he talks, “I’m sure that little head of yours can’t think of anything else but how good this feels, huh? Am I right?”

He pushes his thumb deeper while he trusts faster, pushing all the way in and pulling out. Your brain becomes all mushy, letting him do whatever he wants.

“Yes, sir,” you barely whisper, not having the energy to use your voice. Your eyes roll back when his cock hits a certain spot inside of you, making you tighten around him even more. He chuckles.

“Right there…” Yoongi mumbles more to himself, angling his hips to hit your g-spot continuously. With each thrust you let out a delicious moan, his heavy balls slap against your ass.

He removes the stray hair that has been stuck to your forehead, then gives wet kisses all over your mouth until he decides to make out with you. He eats your precious moans with a sly grin plastered on his face, his cock throbbing every time he feels you clench. You cover his girth in your juices, making it easier for him to fuck you furiously.

“Turn around,” Yoongi commands impatiently, almost flipping you over before you can even decipher his sentence. You get on all fours with his cock still inside you, but he gives a dismaying click of his tongue. He uses his strength to push you down to press your stomach against the sheets.

You whine when he gives your ass a hard spank, closing your eyes tightly as you feel the sting stay there for a good few seconds. Yoongi then presses his full body weight on you and starts fucking you from behind, his skilled thrusts making you moan louder, wanting to cry from how good you feel, overloading your senses.

"I need to fuck you like a fucking animal." His cock hits the same spot at a new, better angle, your orgasm coming faster than before as you feel your lower stomach twisting. Yoongi grabs a bunch of your hair, pulling your head up so that he can see your flushed, fucked-out face.

“Oh you look so pretty when you’re being fucked from behind,” he slams his hips rougher and harder into your ass, making your whole body quiver as your pussy squeezes around him tighter, begging for another orgasm. “Tell me, who owns this pussy from now on, huh?”

“Y-You…”

Yoongi wasn’t satisfied with that answer, making him grab both of your wrists and pin them together on your back. He holds them in place with one hand, the tightness of how hard he was gripping you would surely leave marks.

He grabs your ass with his other hand, fucking you deeper. Your body jolts forward each time he would ram his cock into your poor, wet little hole.

“Baby girl can do better than that,” he laughs, stopping abruptly after he pulls his cock out. You mewl from the loss of being full with his thick cock, only to be spanked right after.

“Tell me once more, who do you belong to?”

“You, sir,” you gulp.

“Good job. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Yoongi manhandles you to flip you around once again, although this time he puts your legs up to his knees, letting your ankles dangle in the air. Your face heats up from the lewd position he forced you into, biting your lip as he proceeds to pound his cock with the sole purpose of making you cum.

“God, I can feel how close you are. Does my brainless cumslut wanna cum around sir’s dick?” Yoongi takes you by surprise when a sudden solid slap lands on your cheek. “Huh? I can feel your little pussy tightening around me so good, baby,” he slaps your cheek again, making you whimper in delight, “Cream all over my cock, little slut. Get my cock nice and messy, c’mon—”

A loud, almost humiliating moan falls off your lips as you do just that. You spill your orgasm onto his cock as your legs shake. Your mind goes into a full-blown exotic bliss while Yoongi can be heard groaning as you clamp down on him.

“Fuuuck, baby,” Yoongi hangs his head low into the crook of your neck, his lips right against your skin as he speaks, “I need to breed you. Holy s-shit, I’m gonna fill you up, m’kay baby? Sir has to cum i-inside this sweet pussy.”

Yoongi angles his hips better so that he can spill his cum deep inside of you. His thrusts turn messy, moaning a higher pitch before Yoongi eventually spurts strings of his cum inside. You can feel his warm seed inside your cunt, filling you up to the brim.

“Shh, shh,” Yoongi was quick to hold your head and kiss you all better, attempting to calm you down from your body’s continuous jerks. “Look at me, breathe, alright?”

He peppers kisses all over your face but he doesn’t pull away just yet. “Can you feel that, hm? My cum deep inside you?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod, not having the energy to develop any words.

“That’s what sir likes. You’ve been a good girl for me, Y/n. So fucking good. You pleased me so, so well.” He starts to pat your head adoringly, summoning butterflies in your stomach. “You’ll keep sir’s cock nice and warm for a moment, alright?”

The way you looked at him; your eyes wide and almost in a state of shock of what just happened made his chest strain. “T-Thank you, sir.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrow, appalled, “Thank you? For what, darling?”

Looking away, you try to hide a sheepish smile, “For making me feel good.”

You don’t mean it just this one time, no. You thanked him for all the moments he made you feel erratic, needed, and adored. Even if that’s his job, which is to make strangers feel as if they’re on cloud nine, you’re happy to experience such a man like Yoongi. Whether this – whatever this is – is all temporary or not.

Yoongi was still a gentleman, despite his cruel words that disapproves of this sometimes. He reaches over to his bedside table and grabs the pack of wet tissues, using it to wipe yours and his body as thoroughly as he can before he can proceed to heat the water in his bathroom and bath you. "You don't have to..." you attempt to protest, cheeks blushing as Yoongi wipes your forehead. He pushes your hair away from your face, ignoring what you just said. Yoongi's warmth penetrates your sensitive, overstimulated body as he cleans you as carefully as possible. His eyes would connect with yours now and then, sending you a sly little grin before he proceeds to hold you, allowing you to take deep breaths. You can't seem to get used to his eyes, those eyes that you can't seem to read his emotions as accurately as you wanted to. But then again, you'd choose to look at him over a hundred guys lined up for you.

"I'll be right back and prep the bathtub for you," Yoongi says, proceeding to shower your face with featherweight kisses.

"I can just shower at home, Yoongi. I don't have any spare clothes on me," you reply, not wanting to burden him.

Yoongi chuckles at your innocence.

"What makes you think that I'm not making you sleep here with me? Let me do my thing, baby."

The sheets were cold when you awoke. Your body attempts to get used to the lights as you stretch, suddenly feeling soreness everywhere.

He had truly messed you up last night. But where is he? You’d expect him all cuddled up beside you, waking you up with kisses – but that was perhaps too domestic for him.

You should’ve known better.

As you make your way outside, his deep, raspy voice gradually becomes clear in the living room.

Coming into your vision was him, laying down on the sofa with one leg hiked up on the other, his phone directed to his ear.

“Oh, shit,” you whisper to yourself after you figure out that he was working. You hear lewd words and noises coming out of his mouth and you watch with your mouth open.

Yoongi catches you from his peripheral vision and was quick to put his index finger against his lips. “I’m busy,” he mouths, giving you a clue that he does not want to be disturbed. He ignores your pout and proceeds to please the person on the other side of the call. You feel appalled, seeing a person whom you submitted your heart and soul into last night blatantly dismissing you.

What are you supposed to do now? Wondering if calling a cab and leaving without saying goodbye would cure the sudden pang of jealousy that aches in your chest. Call it stupid or immature, but you had hoped that after what had happened the night before, he would at least pay more attention to you!

You wouldn’t be so affected by this if you didn’t have feelings for him.

You hug yourself with your arms, finding comfort as you make your way back to the bedroom. You single-handedly try to filter out the filthy sounds that were spilling continuously from his mouth without hesitation and second thoughts, fighting back the urge to cry.

It was your fault that you didn’t think this through. You finally see that you were nothing but a horny, deprived college student that allowed her lust for a man to control every decision. You allowed yourself to be swerved by his expertise in the language that he used, and now you’re falling for him.

You now feel dirty as you climb back onto the bed, shutting your eyes in hopes that the tears wouldn’t fall and your eyes wouldn’t taint in red. His t-shirt that clings onto your body starts to perceive the slow tinge of shame.

Perhaps this was all just a big game. One that you shouldn’t have come across, a game that you weren’t meant to play.

Putting your knees up to your chest, you hug yourself closer as you strive to seek that consolation that you craved for, perhaps, for a very long time. Any trace of logic and reasoning leaves your mind as you allow yourself to cry in your arms silently.

Although it wasn’t long after Yoongi finishes his session, he walks into the room, instantly hearing your engulfed sobs. “Y/n? Y/n!” Yoongi kneels on the bed in front of you, carefully trying to hold your head with two arms so that he can see the state that you’re in.

He’s hesitant to speak. “Y/n, baby—”

“Please don’t call me that,” you glare at him, cheeks wet with your tears.

Yoongi’s heart drops, his consciousness telling him to quickly solve the situation. His hands tremble as they gently wipe your tears away, unintentionally mirroring the frown on your lips. “I-I’m sorry,” he breathes deeply, “Please don’t cry anymore, Y/n. I’m here, see?”

“I shouldn’t be with you,” you blatantly reply, “I shouldn’t have done this with you.”

“What?” he says, appalled and confused at the same time. “I know that I’ve made a mistake, Y/n. It was so ignorant of me, and I sincerely apologize for that. But my work phone just started to ring and I—”

“Ah yes, your work.” You spat bitterly, “it was naive of me to think that you would sacrifice at least one phone call and tend to the girl you just fucked and say good morning,” you get up abruptly, picking your clothes from the floor in a rush. Words kept falling off your lips without much thought, “but you just love doing your job, don’t you?” You take a second to look directly at his eyes. You can't read what he was feeling, but it was a fact that he could see the pain in yours. “It’s what you’re good at; to make every single fucking stranger fall in love with you, and that includes me.”

The silence was loud, and the tension between the two of you was so thick that you would need a saw to cut through it. Yoongi sits at the edge of the bed, shaking his head as he urges you to come to him. “Come here and let’s talk.”

“No. I don't want to be here.”

“Y/n, please. Give me a chance,” you can hear the distress in his voice, “Don’t leave. Don’t ever leave, Y/n.”

"Stop playing! I don't know you, Yoongi! I don't know if I was just a cunt you wanted to desperately fuck or if you're sincere—or... or..." You hold your face in your hands, "If I'm just a gullible piece of shit."

"No. You're anything but that," Yoongi removes your hands from your face and continues; "Listen," he sternly states, "Y/n, I can explain if you just listen to what I have to say. Please, dear. Please listen to me and don't go."

You’ve heard Yoongi talk with all kinds of tones before, but this has been the first time you listen to him plead with desperation. With a heavy sigh, you step in front of him.

“I… I haven’t been with someone for so long, and to tell you honestly, I’m a little bit afraid. You know who I am; I’ll do anything for my job and to please. I need you to know that my intentions with you are pure. And I know how it may look, I understand that you probably see me now as this ass who can’t step away from his job. But I can. And I can prove it to you.”

Prove it? What is there to prove?

“What the hell are you saying, Yoongi?” You ask, baffled. You instantly get an uneasy feeling in your gut, concerned about the words that follow.

“I-I…” he swallows, looking nervous as well but remaining eye contact, showing you authenticity in his eyes. “I’ll quit my job.”

“What?” you raise your voice, stepping one foot back, “Yoongi! You're crazy! Y-You… you can’t just do that! I mean, what for?!”

Despite your tone and your aggravated demeanor, he replies calmly, “For you, silly,” he chuckles lightheartedly, grabbing your right hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, “I’m telling you, Y/n, I want us to move forward with… with all of this. And if quitting my job is the only way that keeps your mind at peace, then I’ll do it. Without hesitation.”

“Yoongi,” you huff, “I’m not sure about this.”

“Baby, the reaction that you had earlier – that I do not want to see ever again. Do you want me to continue having phone sex with strangers while you’re around? When I can focus on you instead?”

He has a point. You have learned that you get jealous quite easily, and you want Yoongi all to yourself. But—

“But the job pays good money!”

Yoongi rubs his hand up and down your arm, trying to put you at ease. “Money isn’t the problem, baby, don’t worry about that.”

This doesn’t seem real. In no way was Yoongi considering leaving his job. “You don’t have to quit. I c-can handle it. I can distract myself!"

Yoongi pretends to believe you.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he urges you to straddle and sit on his lap, and you follow right along. You start to memorize every detail of his face. His lips, the mole on his cheek, and his dark eyes looked as if they were always filled with strong emotions. He was the human embodiment of the word alluring, fitting its description like a glove.

“You know, baby,” he starts to comb your hair lovingly, making you fall back into his touch. “I think it's time to tell you a little secret that I’ve been hiding.”

Your heart picks up its pace. He takes your silence as a cue to move forward.

“Buzz has this existing rule that no operator should have a relationship with a client. And for that reason—”

“That’s a ridiculous rule.”

Yoongi giggles for the first time in front of you, “I know.”

“For what purpose?”

“For this exact reason, I suppose.”

Yoongi tells you everything. He tells you that he was a person who was proud of the position he held in the company, being the favorite, but also its unfair treatment of others. All this time, Yoongi has always put work as the top priority, pushing his personal needs to the side. He tells you that he admits to being a little cocky, a bit pretentious sometimes, but one thing’s for sure is that he isn’t indecisive. And he’s already decided on a choice. A choice that would finally put what he desires first before others.

"Can we start over?" Yoongi whispers, voice filled with solemnity. His hands cradle your face, the pads of his thumb gently stroking your cheek, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his warm palms. "I want to make it up to you. I want to court you. I want to impress you but not how I did last time. I want to take you on dates. I want to treat you to dinner and spoil you like how you deserve to be spoiled, princess." Yoongi swipes his thumb across your soft, bottom lip, continuing. "I want to show you off in public and let the world know that you're my girl. I want to hold you in my arms whenever you're down or you feel stressed, and with that, I want to be the reason for your happiness. I hope this is enough for you to realize that I have good intentions for you — for us, my Y/n. You won't regret any of this, I promise."

Once again, this proves how much his words can affect you. He, the man who uses such vulgar language, can make you feel at peace and loved. Yoongi proves that he doesn't – in all aspects – doesn't disappoint to get his point through.

But those are still just words.

"Those are just words, Yoongi," you say, speaking your thoughts, "I know I'm a little inexperienced, but I have high standards."

Yoongi smiles. Not a teasing, cocky smirk, but a smile so pure that it made your heart skip a beat.

"Then I'll do anything to reach them."

*A few weeks later*

“Baby!” Yoongi calls from the kitchen, “We have our first subscriber!”

You quickly rush to where he sits on a barstool, looking over his shoulders. You have just got out of the shower, your hair still dripping and a towel barely wrapped around your body.

After Yoongi has left his job, the two of you found a way to have fun and get paid together. He launches OnlyFans on his phone and reads the name of the first person who graciously subscribed to your shared account.

“Jeon... Jungkook.”

That name was familiar.

“Wow. I wonder how he stumbled upon our account,” Yoongi muses before kissing you on the lips.

Until it dawned upon you. You stand still in pure bewilderment, probably looking so ridiculous with your mouth open and covered in water droplets. Could it be him?

“What’s on your mind, baby?”

You quickly shake your head, throwing the thought to the back of your mind. “Nothing! I-I guess we better make more content now, huh?”

Yoongi puts his phone back down on the counter and invites you in between his spread knees. He envelops you in a warm embrace, disregarding the fact that his shirt was getting damp.

"Are you excited?" you ask.

"To work with you?" Yoongi smirks, "By all means, baby."

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Thank you for your support on Eargasm! It pains me that it took sooo long for it to have a part 2 (and here I was previously considering not to make one), but I was utterly inspired by your support so I wanted to give this as a gift. There's still a lot of plotholes (e.g. Yoongi's boss, the teacher) that I'd like to patch up but I honestly I feel like I'd go past 20k words if I do, and I don't rlly want that. I'll consider writing a small sequel just to cover those subjects, but I'm not gonna promise anything at this time! I hope you enjoyed and please do tell me your thoughts after! I'd love to hear them. <3

Yoongi was still in disbelief as he walked through the backstage hallway, not even sure where the hell he was going. He got his ass handed to him in front of the same people who ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at his unmatched flow and devastating lyrics. He was a fan favorite but there was no way he was going to escape from this unscathed (he could already see the sympathetic DMs coming in his inbox in the morning).

He wouldn’t normally be such a sore loser but because it was you, he had every right to be salty. You were immensely talented, he couldn’t deny that, but your cockiness was what kept him from seeing eye to eye with you. Overconfidence radiated from your pores and lingered in the way you walked, talked and even dressed. It didn’t help that you were starting to make a name for yourself in the scene; Yoongi’s ears itched every time he turned a corner and heard someone speaking about you. He had to keep his face still as a statue as the MC announced you as the winner, his jaw clenching as you shot the audience that infuriating grin of yours.

Either way, he wanted to get out of here and not hear anything sounding like your name for the rest of the night.

Yoongi felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out, groaning at the message on the screen.

[Namjoon (RM)]: hey man, mind waiting for me? Supreme needs help setting up the lineups for next week

[Yoongi (Suga)]: fine man. how long u gonna be

He made a face at the next message.

[Namjoon (RM)]: prolly half an hour, you know how he gets 🙄 you can go ahead if you want

[Yoongi (Suga)]: nah, I’ll wait, no worries

Yoongi chuckled at his friend’s enthusiastic reply.

[Namjoon (RM)]: you’re the goat, man 🥺 I’ll buy you extra kimchi at Spice, promise 🤞🏼

[Yoongi (Suga)]: bet 😏

Yoongi cut the screen off before pocketing his phone, wondering how he was going to pass the time. He really wasn’t in the mood to socialize with others and be reminded of his loss. At this time, most of the performers and spectators should have been gone or out in the front, meaning the dressing rooms were most likely empty. A quick nap couldn’t hurt.

Just as he was about to head off, a voice from behind made his stomach turn.

“Sugar baby!”

For fuck’s sake.

Yoongi blew a breath out of his nostrils before turning to see you walking towards him now. His irritation grew at the sight of you but it was also because his eyes immediately wandered to your exposed midriff and the silver butterfly dangling from your navel. Why did your hips have to sway like that?

“You know that’s not my name, Y/N.”

“Well, that’s my name for you.” You giggled as his eyes rolled from your retort. “Surprised you’re here all alone, where’s your other half?”

“He has to take care of something, gotta wait for him.”

You hummed, pretending to be thinking about something as your hands rested on your hips. “I see…so that means I can bug you until he’s done?”

Yoongi growled and turned around to start walking down the hall. “I don’t fucking think so.”

Blinking as he basically blew you off, you began speed-walking after him, trailing just behind his taller form. “Hold up sugar baby, don’t be rude! Shouldn’t you be nice to the girl who just knocked you off your throne?”

Yoongi gave you an unimpressed look. “I don’t have to be shit to you, especially since you did that.”

“Aww, someone’s mad, huh? Them’s the breaks, dude, can’t win at everything in life, you know?”

It was hard to get someone like him worked up but you were hitting all the right buttons. His hands clenched into fists as you followed him. “Y/N, go away, I don’t want to talk to you.”

Of course you didn’t listen as you kept following him. “You sure? Maybe I can give you some tips or-“

You nearly ran into him when he stopped in his tracks and whipped around to give you a devastating glare. “Y/N. I don’t need any of your goddamn tips or tricks or whatever advice you want to give. Fuck. Off.”

The look he was giving you should have made you shrink in fear but instead you felt the urge to push him further, something about the way his usually stoic demeanor was cracking intriguing you.

“You know-” You stepped closer to him, noticing the way he stiffened at your close proximity. “One little L isn’t gonna kill you. Just get rid of that stress somehow and you’ll be alright, kid.”

“And how do you suggest I get rid of that stress?”

“Well, you can-” A finger came up.

“Go drink your sorrows-” A second one.

“Eat some good ass food-” A third, followed by a painted smirk.

“Or get your rocks off.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh dryly at your suggestions, despite his annoyance with you. “Wow, wonderful ideas there. I beat you to it on the first two though, already planned to do those after I get out of here.”

Your head tilted as you pouted. “Just the first two?”

“Mhm. Not in the mood to look for a hook-up, not like the thought passed my mind anyways.”

“I see…”

You seemed to be in deep thought as you looked down now, eyes on one of the patches on his leather jacket. Taking that as his cue to leave, Yoongi turned around and began walking again. Only now he stopped when your voice rang out once more.

“What if you didn’t have to look?”

His brow raised in confusion before his head turned to look at you. “What?”

“I said, what if you didn’t have to look for a hook-up?”

“...if you say that my hand will suffice, I’m leaving for sure.”

“No, dickhead.” You cocked a hip out and rested a hand on it, having the nerve to look up at him through those long lashes of yours. “I’m saying that you wouldn’t have to look too far…”

You trailed off on purpose, figuring that he would get the hint soon. Your prediction came true as his narrowed eyes widened a few seconds later, eyeing you with stupefaction.

“You can’t be serious…”

Your teeth flashed. “Serious as a motherfucker, sugar baby.”

Yoongi’s expression of shock swiftly morphed into the irritation you were familiar with. “Y/N, you’re not funny, you know that? It’s bad enough that you kicked my ass, now you’re making jokes with me? Go bother someone else with your bullshit, I’m done.”

“Who said I was joking? Are you really about to turn down my generous offer?”

Yoongi really should have said ‘yes’ and kept it moving but a minuscule part of him wanted to humor you and see if you really were sincere about your offer. Folding his arms, he leaned forward at the waist, looking you right in your eyes.

“Y/N…what makes you think I would accept? You think I want to fuck you? I just told you how I felt about you.”

All you could do was laugh at how he tried to make himself look intimidating. So cute.

“Sugar baby, I know you want to fuck me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at me since I stepped on the scene. Your mouth says one thing but your eyes say something completely different.” Your arms motioned to your body, moving from top to bottom. “No shame in saying you want someone.”

Yoongi tried not to follow your gesture but he couldn’t help but let his eyes rake down your shapely form before returning to your face. “…what about me?”

“Hm?”

He stepped closer. “Even if I did say I wanted to fuck you, do you want to fuck me? Or are you just trying to pull me in for some pity fucking?”

To his surprise, you looked a bit put off by his theory. “Dude, I don’t fuck out of pity, I fuck someone because I want to. And on that note, I-” A manicured nail pointed at him. “Want to fuck you.”

Yoongi did not imagine the rest of his night going like this at all. If you had told him before he got on stage that he would be beaten by you, a newcomer, in a cypher, he would have scoffed and said ‘yeah right’. But if you had told him he would have this same woman offer herself up to him afterwards, he would have thrown his head back and laughed in your face.

It wasn’t so funny now.

Especially with the way you were eyeing him up as you waited for a response.

Shit.

“Huh…you been planning this or something?”

You hummed and looked off to the side. “Not exactly. I just know that I’ve liked what I’ve been seeing since the beginning and I’m choosing to seize the opportunity. Besides-”

Yoongi blinked when he realized how close you were to him now, leaving only a few inches between your bodies. “You’re pretty sexy when you’re mad, you know that?”

As if that wasn’t enough, you had to run that damned finger of yours along his chest, making his breath hitch as he felt the edge of the acrylic through the fabric of his shirt. Whatever sensibility he had flew out the window with both of those actions, prompting him to grab your hand with his own. His eyes bore into yours with increasing lust as his tongue ran out over his lips.

“I don’t have much time, you know…”

“How long?”

“Less than thirty.”

You chuckled, lacing your fingers with his. “More than enough time.”

With your confirmation, Yoongi turned and began walking once more down the hallway, making a beeline for the set of doors at the very end labeled ‘Dressing Room’. Picking the closest one, he rapped on it with his knuckles and listened for an answer. Hearing nothing, he pulled the door open and practically threw you inside before stepping in after, turning around to shut and lock it. The second he turned back, you were on him, hands gripping onto his jacket and pulling him down into a hard kiss. Yoongi’s eyes shut at the contact, wasting no time in moving his lips against yours.

But the second your tongue forced itself into his mouth, he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you off of him. Panting softly, he rasped out. “Hold on there. Didn’t you say I needed to get rid of my stress?”

You gave him a look of mild puzzlement. “I did…”

The smirk he shot you made a shock run down your spine. “Then don’t think you’re going to run things while we’re in here.”

Before you could even open your mouth, Yoongi quickly spun you around so your back pressed into the door, pinning your wrists and reattaching his lips to yours. His knee pushed itself between your legs, parting them with little resistance on your end. As much as he liked the moans you were letting out from the way his tongue was swirling around in your mouth, the rational part of his brain reminded him that he didn’t have the luxury of taking his sweet time. So he let go of one of your wrists, only to let it join your other one in his grip while his free hand snuck down to your pants, making quick work of the closures. As soon as they were undone, he slipped his hand into your underwear. The gasp you let out and what he found made him chuckle before he pulled his lips away.

“Damn…I barely touched you and you’re already this wet?” Yoongi leaned in to brush his lips against your ear and husk. “Don’t tell me you’ve been like this since we were on stage?”

The way your body shook gave you away. “Mnh…maybe.”

Yoongi chuckled, lowering his voice further. “Well, well, if I knew the little rookie had a thing for me, I would have just dragged you back here earlier and fucked you already.”

“Shit…but I thought you didn’t like me?”

“Hmph, you’re alright when you’re not running your mouth off. Doesn’t make you any less hot.”

You grinned at his casual admission. “Aww, sugar baby actually likes me, that’s- hah-!”

He cut off your teasing with a firm press to your clit, giving you an unamused look. “That’s not my name.”

“Wh-”

Now his long fingers reached back to play with your entrance, feeling the way the hole tensed at the touch. “You want more, Y/N?”

“Y-Yeah…”

His eyes narrowed. “Then what’s my name?”

It was so tempting to keep up with the nickname but your need for his fingers inside you won.

“S-Suga…”

The way his lips curled up to flash his teeth made you even wetter. “Good girl.”

Yoongi rewarded you with two of his fingers sliding into your heat, pulling a shaky groan from your mouth while he swore under his breath. He began pumping the digits, feeling his cock twitch in his pants each time you clenched around him. Once he worked you up to a panting mess (thanks to swipes of his thumb and curls of his fingers), he slipped them out of you to begin working on his belt. Your hand came up and rested on his, prompting him to look up at you with a raised brow.

“Let me do that.”

The sultry way you delivered those words killed whatever protest was on his lips, moving his hand away to allow you to take over. He watched you silently until you sunk down to your knees as you undid his zipper. “Hey, I told you I don’t have much time.”

“Wow, has to be the first time a guy didn’t want me to suck his dick. Just for a little bit, I promise.”

The fluttering of your lashes plus the mental image of your lips wrapped around him made him go against his better judgment. Scoffing, he shook his head. “Fine.”

“Thanks baby.”

You hooked your fingers into the fabrics and eased it down, letting out an impressed sound at the sight of his cock (even he couldn’t fight the chuckle at the stroke to his ego). Your hand came up and wrapped around him, giving him a couple of pumps before taking him halfway in, indulging in the hiss that came through his teeth. His hands came up to tangle his fingers in your hair as you started bobbing on him, the sounds of your mouth and his occasional groans the only noise in the room. After a few minutes, Yoongi gave your locks a light tug, reluctantly letting you release his stiff length from your mouth. Only giving you time to lick the saliva off your swollen lips, he reached down and stood you up before turning you around to face the door. Pulling your hips back so your ass stuck out, he held onto the waistband of your pants before tugging them down sharply to rest halfway down your thighs. Running his tongue over his bottom lip at the sight of your bare cheeks, he rested a hand on one to give it a squeeze while he wrapped the other around himself. Scooting closer to you, he ran the tip along your wet folds before purring out.

“Ready for me, rookie?”

You whimpered, pushing back against him. “Please, Suga…fuck me.”

Chuckling at how cooperative you were now, Yoongi lined up with your entrance before sinking in, a growl rumbling in his chest as your heat began enveloping him. As soon as his hips touched your ass, he leaned in to rasp into your ear. “Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you.”

A clench around him and the turn of your head to flash him a sly smile was all the assurance he needed.

Licking his lips, he pinned your wrists to the door once more before beginning to thrust into you hard and deep. The cry that escaped you only motivated him to keep his pace up, the sound of his skin smacking against yours like music to his ears. As the pleasure kept building up, Yoongi began husking again, a hint of smugness in his voice at how you kept squeezing him with every stroke.

“Shit, doll, your pussy really likes my dick, huh?”

“Fuck- y-yes, it does…you’re really spreading me out…”

Yoongi laughed again at how needy you sounded, trapping your earlobe between his teeth for a second. “Listen to you…not so cocky now, are you?”

Your cheeks flared at his call-out. “M-Mm…”

“Huh? What happened to that big mouth of yours? I thought you were going to use it to give me some advice.”

“Y-You, ah-! You don’t need it…”

His hips paused at your admission, eyes widened in disbelief. “…what was that, Y/N?”

The whine that came out of you at his action nearly broke his surprise. “I said…you don’t need my advice. You’re-” You turned your head to look him in his eyes, barely able to keep the eye contact going with what you were about to say. “You’re already fine the way you are.”

Yoongi blinked, thinking he was having some dream (he guessed it’d count as a wet one considering he was buried in you) because of what you said. From the start, you were nothing but conceited to him, refusing to acknowledge his seniority and skill level to his face. Nearly everyone had praised him except for you which always irked him, for whatever reason. Fuck the cypher, to have you say the words he wanted to hear for months now?

That was a win in his book.

“...about time you gave me some respect.”

Now you broke the eye contact, face heated at how you broke your mask of arrogance in front of him. Damn him and his good dick.

He moved your wrists to be held by one hand again before sliding the free one to the back of your neck, pressing your cheek into the cold wood of the door. “You’re talented yourself, baby, but you’re nowhere near my level yet. Maybe in a couple of years I’ll let you mouth off to me again but for now…”

Yoongi returned to moving his hips again at a rough pace, forcing you to hold back the shriek that wanted to escape your throat, remembering that anyone could have been passing by in the hallway. As if having his cock pound into you mercilessly wasn’t enough, his head leaned in again to growl into your ear.

“So who’s the king of the cyphers?”

“God…y-you!”

His teeth flashed. “And who’s the boss of that stage?”

“You-! Fuck, Suga…”

Yoongi laughed at how you whined out your answers, his chest swelling with pride. “That’s right, doll, don’t you forget it. Now stand there and let me fuck you like a good rookie.”

You could care less about his words at this point, you just wanted him to go through with his promise. Thankfully, he didn’t hold back with his thrusts, his grunts and groans low yet becoming more frequent as time went on. He must have lost track of time as he felt his phone vibrate in his jacket pocket all of a sudden, wondering if it was Namjoon letting him know that he was done with his meeting. Cursing under his breath, he removed the hand from your neck to place his fingers on your throbbing clit, pulling a sharp inhale from you. “Shh, just hold on tight, baby.”

With a quick nod from you, Yoongi began rubbing the bud in circles, your slickness helping his finger move around easier. The tension in both of your bodies kept rising and rising until his thrusts became more erratic, sweat beading underneath his mint-colored bangs.

“Fuck, Y/N, gonna come soon-”

“Mnh, m-me too…don’t stop-”

Teeth digging into his lower lip, Yoongi kept up the pace, ignoring the way his phone kept vibrating more frequently. Namjoon kept him waiting, the least he could do was let him come.

“O-Oh Suga…” A few more circles of his digit made your back arch suddenly, unable to hold back as your orgasm slammed into you. “God!”

Yoongi barely got a warning before you started clamping down on him tight, forcing a sharp hiss from his lips as he quickly pulled out, wrapping his hand around his cock. Giving himself a few pumps, he groaned lowly as he hit his peak, strands of white shooting out the tip to paint your bare bottom. “Fuck-”

Once your bodies began coming down, Yoongi unwrapped his hand, taking in the sight of his come dripping down the curve of your ass. His ringtone sounding out in the room brought him out of his observation, reaching into his pocket with his unstained hand to see Namjoon’s name on the screen. Swiping the green button, he held up the device to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Yo, you alright man? I texted you a few times and you didn’t answer.”

Yoongi cleared his throat, doing his best not to sound out of breath. “Yeah, sorry man, I snuck into one of the dressing rooms for a nap. Just woke up for this call.”

He heard his friend chuckle on the other end. “Ah, I shouldn’t have been surprised, you and your naps.”

He gave a small ‘hmph’ and walked over to the coffee table, grabbing a couple of tissues before heading back to your still bent form. Yoongi ignored the questioning look you gave him as he started wiping his mess off of you. “You done with Supreme?”

“Yeah, a couple of minutes ago, actually. You still up for dinner?”

Yoongi scoffed, both at Namjoon’s question and how you tried to reach for the tissues he had in his hand, dodging your reach. “Of course, idiot, you owe me extra kimchi, remember?”

“Damn, I was hoping you’d forget about that. Alright, you want me to come meet you by the dressing rooms?”

“Nah, just wait for me by the entrance, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

“Alright, see ya.”

Hanging up, Yoongi returned his phone to his pocket before tossing the soiled tissues in the nearby trashcan. Looking at you again, he was surprised to see you giving him a look of full-blown confusion. “What?”

“You…you didn’t have to do that, you know.”

He shrugged and reached down to start doing his pants back up. “I’m not an asshole who doesn’t like to clean up their own mess. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh...thanks, Suga.”

Receiving a nod in acknowledgment, you began working your own pants back up as well, not wanting to hold him back from his meetup. You walked over to the mirror to straighten up and make sure nothing was out of place and screamed ‘I just got fucked against a door and loved it’. Satisfied with what you fixed, you turned back to get ready to leave when you noticed Yoongi giving you an odd gaze.

“...what?”

“You didn’t call me sugar baby.”

You looked away in sheepishness. “I-I know…you said it’s your name so, yeah. Don’t make a big deal of it, dude…”

Yoongi chuckled at how shy you got, stepping forward to give you one of his cat-like grins. “Thanks rookie.”

You pouted up at him, poking him in the chest. “Stop calling me that, that’s not my name.”

“Oh, I see. When you did it, it was fine, but when I do it, it’s a problem?”

“...just go on your little date, man.”

Yoongi shook his head at how you avoided his question and prepared to leave until a thought came up. “…hey, you ever been to Spice?”

“The barbecue place? Yeah, their pork belly is bomb!”

A hand came up to ruffle the back of his mint-colored strands. “You…you wanna come with us? RM wanted to get barbecue and hot pot tonight, even though we had trouble finishing it the last time, figure an extra body might help.”

He expected you to decline, wanting to keep your time together confined to the building but the way your eyes lit up and you nodded proved him wrong. “Sure. Two things, though.”

A brow lifted. “What’s that?”

“One-” Your mouth curled up. “You share some of that extra kimchi.”

“Two-” Your lids lowered now before your eyes traveled up and down his form. “All that shit we just did? Do that again.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at your first request but they paused at your second, watching the way you took him in with your gaze. His tongue flicked out over his lips before he smirked.

“You’ve got a deal.”

watching you fight to try to get Taehyung’s attention made him sad.

seeing how no matter what you did taehyung would rather pay more attention to everyone else made him angry.

and finally watching you leave the room and the other boy not even noticing made him furious.

his blood was boiling watching taehyung entertain everyone than the one person who actually mattered at this stupid party. if he was actually surprised or even thought the other boy would even care, yoongi would go over there and say something but he knew taehyung, he was just like him.

an idiot, a dumbass, he couldn’t tell when he had a good thing even if it slapped him across the face.

“where are you going?” hoseok questioned as yoongi stood to his feet.

“need a smoke.”

“ah,” the other boy nodded his head. “are you having fun?”

yoongi decided to lie again. the happiness on his best friends face to pure to ruin.

“i told you coming out tonight would be a good idea.”

“yeah,” yoongi faked a grin. “i’ll be back.” he took the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket waving them before walking away.

as he maneuvered his way through the crowd until he was standing on the back porch. the screen door shut with a thud causing you to turn back an expectant and hopeful look all over your face. when you saw it was just him all that hopefulness fell from your face as you turned back around.

“hello to you too.” yoongi joked, trying to hide the actual physical pain he felt in his heart.

that used to be him you were so eager to see.

“what do you want?”

“needed a smoke.”

“thought you quit?”

yoongi plopped down next to you pulling the carton out of his pocket flipping it open. “i did.” he showed you the empty pack.

“you carry around an empty pack?”

“haven’t worn this jacket in a while and it was there,” he shrugged.

you nodded a sigh escaping your mouth. “so i looked that pitiful huh?” you muttered.

“you didn’t look pitiful. he just looks stupid.”

you didn’t say anything just played with the hem of your skirt looking down at the ground. you didn’t have to say anything for yoongi to already know what you were thinking though. he knew you like the back of his hand. you were no doubt beating yourself up, mad at yourself when in reality you should be focused on the one who deserved it.

“i’m so stupid,” you whispered so low that if yoongi wasn’t so hyper-focused on your very existence he would’ve probably missed it.

“no, you're not.”

“you told me he was like this.”

“people told you about me and you still gave me chance.”

“so i am stupid.”

“you’re trusting.” yoongi countered. “you give people the benefit of the doubt.”

“why is it that trusting people always end up looking stupid?”

“because others take advantage of it.”

you both fell silent again the only thing being heard are the sound of nature and the muffled thumping music from the party. seeing you like this hurts. it hurts even more than watching you walk around laughing and talking with taehyung.

it hurt his heart to see you happy with another man but it also broke his heart to see you sad.

all this shit was so weird. an uncharted territory before you came along.

every time the screen door would shut you’d twist around to see if it was him and every time you’d end up turning back around in disappointment. as your disappointment grew, so did yoongi’s anger.

you only deserve the best things in life. none of this push and pull, i’m here but around others, i’m not shit.

yoongi was such a hypocrite.

sitting here furious at taehyung when he used to be as much of an asshole to you as well. he too would do the push and pull right until he pushed you away completely.

“i’m sorry.” he quietly apologized. if he’d just gotten his act together sooner there would be no you and taehyung. you wouldn’t be sad and he would still have you.

you shook your head softly shushing him. “not right now please.” you said. “can you take me home? i just really want to go back home.”

without saying anything else, yoongi nodded, standing to his feet. as you both were walking to the car you passed a big window. it sadly had a clear shot to the view of taehyung who now had another girl seated next to him in your place.

not only had he not noticed you’d left but that easily he’d replaced you.

“he’s such a fucking ass.”

“yeah,” you agreed. “let’s just go.”

yoongi had every urge to go in there and go off on taehyung but when he looked back over you were already halfway to his car so he just kept it moving. taehyung wasn’t worth it anyway. he was a dick who thought too much of himself.

taehyung didn’t deserve you.

neither did yoongi.

once in the car, yoongi sent hoseok a quick message saying he was going home then shifted the car into gear pulling off.

as expected the drive was silent. there wasn’t much to say. as much as yoongi wanted to comfort you he didn’t know what to do and even if he did you probably wouldn’t want to hear it from him. why would you? he was just like taehyung.

yoongi knew every route to and from your apartment but decided to take the longest one. if you noticed you didn’t say anything, just kept quiet looking out the window.

you stayed like that until he pulled up to your complex. before getting out of the car you whispered a soft thank you giving him a forced smile.

“yeah, no problem,” yoongi murmured.

he was about to pull away when out of the corner of his eye he saw your small little tube of lip gloss sitting in his cup holder. you had about a million of them, yoongi seen the extensive amount of makeup you owned, you probably wouldn’t even realize this one was missing. but despite knowing all of this he still found himself on a journey to your front door to return it.

who knows this could’ve been your favorite one.

the one in the pink tube was your favorite. yoongi knew that as well.

“you left this,” yoongi said once you opened the door.

“thanks,” you whispered, grabbing it from his hand. “i have a million of this flavor.”

“i know.”

for the first time tonight a genuine smile filled your lips. it was small, not the one he’d grown accustomed to seeing in the previous months but it was better than nothing.

your eyes were sad and bloodshot red but to him, you were still as beautiful as ever.

“please don’t cry over him. he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“just want something real,” you said in a soft voice, arms wrapped around your body.

“what we had was real.”

“you were just like him.”

“i know.”

“i’m sorry,” he added, his voice wavering as he tried to get out the words.“i’m so fucking sorry.”

“i know,” you said this time.

yoongi was about to walk when you called out his name. as soon as he turned back around, your lips were on his. he was shocked for a moment, standing there with wide eyes, but quickly he fell back into your old routine. his heart was pounding so hard against his chest yoongi wondered if you could feel it as well.

with every kiss, he pulled you closer to him. it’d been months since he’d had you this close and didn’t want it to end any time soon. he’d missed this, the soft breaths that escaped you, the fruity taste of your lip gloss, the way your hands would cradle his face.

your hands slowly roamed from his face to his jacket, and finally when they landed on his belt yoongi forced himself to pull away.

yoongi let out a sigh resting his forehead against yours. “we can’t.” he muttered.

he wanted you but not this way. not when you were like this.

“why?”

“your….” his voice trailed off.

“i’m sober,”

“you’re sad.” he countered.

you gave him a shrug. “want this. i need this.”

yoongi knew what this was. a rebound fuck, simply a way for you to get back at taehyung in your mind but couldn’t bring himself to care as he kissed you again. he knew this was going to hurt in the morning but he’d deal with that when it came.

a satisfied moan left your lips. “please,” you whispered and yoongi nodded, not even needing to know what exactly you were asking for. he’d give you anything.

he reached behind him pushing the front door closed. “where?” without saying anything you guided him both over to the couch lightly pushing him down before climbing on top of him.

you pulled off your shirt and without a second thought, yoongi’s hand found its way to your breast, lifting the mounds out of the cups. his tongue gently swiped over both nipples before picking one to suck on while he twisted the other between his fingers.

“Fuck,” soft moans escaped your plump lips as you arched further into him. “it’s always about him.”

yoongi pulled away, shushing you before taking in the other nipple. he didn’t want to hear about you and taehyung. he thought about it enough, yoongi didn’t need to hear it from your mouth.

although it did bring him some sick satisfaction to know that taehyung was a lazy lover.

“M’sorry,”

“don’t be. this is just about us right now.”

you nodded, pressing your fingers underneath his chin, lifting up his head so you could kiss him again. yoongi’s hands were everywhere. from your ass to your stomach, your thighs, he couldn’t get enough.

“touch me,” you commanded.

yoongi happily followed his fingers, finding their way into your panties. you were already so wet. his fingers danced across your clit pulling airy groans from your mouth. you looked so beautiful with your head tossed back, eyes fluttering, as your hips rocked into his fingers.

“need you in me.”

“you don’t want me to eat your little pussy. need to get you ready for me.”

you shook your head, big glossy needy eyes focused on him. “next time maybe.”

his heart jumped at the words ‘next time”. yoongi really hoped there was a next time. not even just for sex. he just wanted you.

you lifted up having him pull his pants down and pushed your panties to the side. in one full move, you aligned his cock and sank down.

groans left the two of your mouths in unison and before yoongi could even collect his bearings you began to bounce up and down. yoongi isn’t even sure where to focus. your breasts, the perfect contortions of your face, or the pornographic scene between your legs.

“fuck,” he leaned forward taking your nipple into his mouth again. your grip on his hair tightens as you alternate from bouncing to grinding against him. your eyes were closed and you weren’t focused on anything but yourself. you were using him but none of that mattered.

“yoongi,” you whined, finally looking down at him. “feels so good. feels so good.”

“only ever want to make you feel good _____,” he mumbles. yoongi said it so quietly that he wasn’t even sure you’d heard or wasn’t sure you understood what exactly he meant but when your eyes began to water again he knew you had.

you hid your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. when your hips began to falter in pace yoongi knows your close. when your pussy tightens and your legs begin to shake, yoongi lets himself fall apart too.

you both stay like that. breathing labored wrapped in each other's arms not saying anything. it’s not until he hears your little sniffles and feels the tears falling onto his shoulder.

“don’t cry. pretty girls don’t cry.”