Ive Said It Before And Ill Say It Again, Women Are Amazing

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, women are amazing

One Night Stand

Yoongi x Reader Imagine

Genre: smut

Warnings: protected sex (wrap your shit up kids!), drunk sex

This was requested by my roomie @fanfictionmania, who just wanted some Yoongi smut. Admittedly, I got a little carried away and it wasn’t supposed to be this long, but nothing I ever write is supposed to be as long as it! I hope y’all enjoy it!

The thumping bass that pumped throughout the club was doing little to curb the bubble of annoyance that had settled in your chest. Your best friend had dragged you out after you’d gotten off work and even though you didn’t want to come, she was the type that made it hard to tell her no.

So, here you were: stuck sitting at the bar while your best friend was honestly god knows where. 

Of course, you didn’t have to be alone. There had been more than enough guys who’d approached you, asking to buy you a drink or asking for a dance; you just hadn’t been interested. Instead, you settled for a glass of rum and coke and watching the masses of people throughout the club. 

As you were people watching, your eyes settled on the opposite side of the bar and your breath caught in your throat. The guy was honestly the hottest guy you’d ever seen in your life. The first thing you had noticed was his mint green hair, and how it didn’t make him look like a total idiot like it probably would on anyone else. It actually made him look…insanely attractive. Your eyes trailed down and over his chest that covered in a black t-shirt with a matching blazer jacket on top. You couldn’t see his legs because of the bar but you figured it was probably just as cute as the rest of him.

Your eyes trailed back up towards his face and your eyes widened when you saw that he was looking right back at you. However, he didn’t look surprised or grossed out. In fact, there was a smirk on his face that made you blush in embarrassment. You quickly averted your eyes and looked down to the half empty glass in your hand.

For the next few minutes, you kept you gaze on that glass and whenever you got the courage to look up, you made sure to not even turn in the direction that the insanely hot guy was in. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and when you glanced over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but to want to shrink down to the size of nothing.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I kind of noticed you checking me out,” the insanely hot guy smirked as he moved to lean aganist the bar next to you. 

“Is that what you think it was?” You questioned.

“I was trying to be nice by calling it that but it was really staring, if I’m honest with you,” insanely hot guy smirked, leaving you slightly speechless at how blunt he was. You quickly recovered though and held your glass up to your lips, swallowing the last remnants of your drink. 

“So, are you gonna tell me your name or did you just come over here to tell me that you caught me looking at you?” You asked and his eyebrow raised at your sassiness. 

“Yoongi,” he said, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it, shaking it gently. “And yours?”

“Y/N,” you replied as you went to let go of his hand. However, he tightened his grip, which made you look at him questioningly.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he grinned.

“I bet you say that to all the girls you meet at clubs.”

“Maybe, but I mean it,” he said. You, once again, bristled at his sense of honesty. You weren’t sure if you liked it or if it rubbed you the wrong way just yet.

“So, can I buy you a drink beautiful Y/N?” He asked you and you tilted your head to the side as you looked him over. 

“Mm, why not?” You shrugged. He smiled in victory until you pointed a finger at him. “Don’t think it buys you a one-way ticket into my pants though.”

“Mm-hmm. Alright.”

……………….

“Is this.. .is this your door?” Yoongi mumbled as you both stumbled down the hallway of your apartment building, your lips attached to his. When you had told Yoongi that he could buy you a drink, you’d meant what you’d said about him not getting in your pants. However, after talking to him more and getting about four more drinks in your system, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Yeah,” you nodded. Yoongi reached in your back pocket and grabbed your keys, but not before grabbing your ass and kneading it a few times for good measure. You sighed heavily as he removed his hands and took a few seconds to get your front door unlocked and open. Once he did, he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside with him. 

After shutting the front door, Yoongi immediately pushed you up aganist the wall next to the door, pressing his body to yours.

“I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since I saw you staring at me back at the club,” Yoongi confessed in a hushed tone as his hands traveled up to your chest. Both of his hands settled on your breasts, flicking your nipples through your crop top. Your back arched at the feeling that coursed through you, your chest pushing further into his hands. 

“Are you never gonna let that go?” You groaned, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. 

“Probably not,” Yoongi smirked before plunging his face into your neck, sucking on it harshly. You gasped, one of your legs coming up to wrap around his hip to create some type of friction between the two of you. He realized what you were trying to do and hooked one of his hands in the crook of your knee. “Jump,” you heard him mutter and you did so, your opposite leg that had been holding you up lifting and Yoongi caught it. You wrapped your legs around his waist while his hands went to your ass, caressing it firmly. 

“Please Yoongi,” you begged and he pulled his face out of your neck to look down at you. 

“What baby?” The way the word rolled off his tongue made you quiver and you weren’t sure how much longer you could go without ripping his clothes off him.

“Bedroom, please,” you said and he nodded curtly before tightening his grip on you and pulling away from the wall. After instructing him on how to reach your bedroom, he walked inside and set you down on the bed.

“What do you want baby?” He asked as he placed his hands on your cheeks. You peaked up at him through your eyelashes and bit your lip. “Tell me how you want it and I’ll do just that.”

“Fuck me Yoongi,” you pleaded, running your hands up his chest. 

“You sure? I just want to make sure that you really want this,” he said.

“More than sure,” you nodded quickly. “Please.” He needed no more encouragement before leaning down and capturing your lips with his own. Your hands automatically came up and tangled in his mint colored strands. His hands traveled down your sides until they reached the hem of your shirt. He pulled away from your lips briefly to help you out of your shirt and his eyes darkened once he did.

“No bra baby?” He questioned, his signature smirk on his face. “Naughty girl,” he growled before gently pushing your shoulders back so that you were laying flat on the bed. You sat up on your elbows as you watched him slowly strip himself of his jacket, then his shirt, and finally his black slacks. 

“You know, no one likes a tease,” you joked, making him chuckle. He climbed on the bed and on top of you, his face hovering inches above yours.

“Good thing you do though right?” He said and you tilted your head to the side as if you were considering it.

“Nah,” you giggled and he connected his lips with yours again. His hands traveled down to your jean shorts, quickly undoing the button and pulling them down. You lifted your hips to help him and you kicked the shorts, plus your underwear, to the ground. His hand instantly found your womanhood, his finger trailing up and down the length of your slit.

“Already so wet for me baby,” Yoongi sighed dreamily.

“Have been since I saw you at the bar,” you confessed, which made his gummy smile appear. He inserted two of his fingers into you, which made you pause and groan at the slight stretch.

“So tight too. I can’t wait to feel you around me,” Yoongi groaned as he picked up the pace of his fingers. You hid your face in his neck, reveling in the feeling of his fingers inside you.

“Yoongi,” you whined. “No teasing.”

“I promise, I’m not doing it purposely. Gotta stretch you a little so that you can take me, yeah?” You nodded and tightened your grip on his forearm. He continued to finger you for a few more minutes, the pleasure quickly building in your stomach.

“Yoongi,” you breathed out, panting slightly. “Mm, gonna come.”

“Yeah? Go ahead baby. Come on my fingers.” The white light of your orgasm hit you hard and you threw your head back. Yoongi continued to finger you through it until you grabbed his wrist to get him to stop. “Good?” He asked you and you nodded swiftly. You spread your legs and pulled him towards you, making him slot himself in between them. 

“Want you inside me,” you whispered, kissing him softly.

“Got a condom?” He asked and you nodded over to your bedside table. He reached over and grabbed one out of the box before coming back to you. After ripping it open and slipping it on, he looked down at you.

“You still sure? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he assured you.

“Yoongi, I’m not gonna change my mind. I want you,” you replied, taking his face in your hands and kissing him passionately. He took this opportunity to slide himself into you, making you break the kiss and moan loudly aganist his lips.

“Fuck baby,” Yoongi muttered, beginning to move slowly in and out of you. “So tight, just like I knew you’d be.”

“Yoongi,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. You reached up and tugged at the strands of his hair that had started to become matted with sweat. He began to plunge deeper into you and your jaw dropped slightly, your back arching upwards and pressing against his.

“There?” Yoongi asked you as the tip of his cock reached your g-spot. You squealed, quickly nodding your head as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach again.

“Right there,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop Yoongi,” you begged him. He nodded and continued to abuse your g-spot, thrusting into you with even more force than before. The feeling in your stomach quickly built up, threatening to erupt any second. “I’m, I’m gonna come Yoongi.”

“Come on then, come for me baby,” he demanded and you instantly erupted, your walls clenching around his cock as you closed your eyes tightly. Yoongi slowed down his thrusts but he continued to hit your g-spot as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. Once you recovered, you opened your eyes to see Yoongi looking down at you with that damn smirk on his face again.

“That good huh?” He wondered, making you roll your eyes lightly. You pushed at his shoulders, which made him raise an eyebrow at you.

“Wanna ride you,” you explained and he nodded before pulling out of you. You both switched places, Yoongi laying on his back and you climbing into his lap. He held the tip of his cock steady as you slowly sunk down on him, sighing at the feeling of him filling you again. You began to slowly move your hips so that you were grinding aganist him and this made him groan roughly.

“Fuck Y/N,” he mumbled as he set his hands on your hips, his fingernails digging slightly into your skin. You leaned down and kissed him harshly, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He reciprocated, his tongue battling with yours for dominance. You continued to wind your hips, his hips bucking up to meet yours every once in a while.

“I’m not gonna last much longer baby,” he grumbled and he seemed a little embarrassed. You left one final peck on his bottom lip before pulling back just enough to look at him.

“It’s ok Yoongi. Come inside me,” you encouraged and he moaned at your words. “I want it.” He placed his hands on the backs of your thighs and began to thrust up from underneath you, reaching your g-spot once again. His thrusts were faster than they’d been all night and you knew it was because he was chasing his own orgasm.

“Shit baby,” he groaned as you felt the condom go warm once he began to come. He thrust into you a few more times before throwing his head back in exhaustion. You gently lifted yourself from his lap and settled next to him. He tiredly took the condom off and tied it up before throwing it into the trashcan next to your bed. You both laid there in a somewhat comfortable silence for a few minutes, the sounds of both of your heavy breathing being the only sound.

“I’m gonna level with you,” Yoongi spoke up suddenly and you turned your head to look at him. “10 outta fucking 10.” You laughed and nudged his shoulder with your own. 

“Yeah, you weren’t so bad yourself,” you replied.

“So, I give you 10 outta 10 and you give me ‘not so bad’? Wow.”

“Hey, you gotta take what you can get,” you shrugged. “Hey, no pressure or anything, but are you staying the night?”

“If you’ll let me,” he nodded. “That orgasm has temporarily blurred my vision.” You rolled your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time tonight and reached over to your bedside table, turning off the lamp that rested there. You then turned on your side and pulled the blanket up over you. There was some shuffling on Yoongi’s side of the bed but you figured it was just him getting comfortable. However, you were surprised when you felt his arm snake it’s way around your waist.

“Night Y/N,” he murmured.

“Night Yoongi.”

The future we are about to start, history.

dorks 😂