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YOONGI X READER SMUT

So yeah, another smut warning. 

It almost fell out of your hand when you heard the door opening. Before you could do anything, though, he saw you. At first, he looked exhausted, but happy to see you, then he looked confused, and lastly, he looked disappointed. You sighed, flicking the cigarette butt off the balcony and followed him as he walked away from you.

“Please don’t be mad,” you whined, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he stood at the bathroom sink, washing his face.

“I’m not mad,” he said, shaking his head slightly. You could feel a ‘but’ coming though. You placed your forehead on his shoulder blade and waited. “But,” he sighed. You almost grinned out of triumph of knowing him so well. “I’m just… disappointed,” he said, walking away from you.

You stayed in place at the bathroom sink, not knowing what else to do. “Yoongi,” you say, following after him eventually. He ignored you as he poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen. “Yoongi, please,” you whispered, hating the fact that he’s not happy with you.

“I’ve just – it’s been a really long day and I was planning on coming home and being with you,” he trailed off. You sensed another ‘but’, however you interrupted before he could continue.

“Well be with me then!” you exclaimed. “What do my smoking habits have to do with… us?”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, bowing his head and becoming silent. “I can’t lose you, baby.”

“Yoongi,” you whispered. “You aren’t going to lose me. I promise,” you moved closer to him. He finally faced you and you immediately wrap your arms around his torso and pulled him close to your body. “I’ll always be here,” you mumbled into his chest.

“You can’t promise that,” he shook his head. “You can’t,” he repeated. “Especially if you keep smoking!” his voice suddenly got louder, making you take a step back from him. You weren’t scared of him… it was just surprising that he raised his voice. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, taking your hand. “I just – I don’t want to risk seeing you any less than I already do.”

It was true that you didn’t see each other that often. He was always touring, performing somewhere, going to photoshoots or doing promos or something else with the other guys. You hated them a little bit for taking Yoongi away from you so much. But you could never be mad because he loved what he did and he loved those boys. And you do, too. They’re like your family.

He pulled you closer with his hand that was holding yours and kissed your forehead. You looked up through your lashes at him and he smiled softly. You leaned up and kissed his lips. At first, it was slow – gentle. But as the kiss went on for longer than you intended it to, he tightened his grip around your waist and kissed you harder. You gasped into the kiss when his hands went under your shirt, his cool hands touching your skin. He took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“You taste sweet… and like cigarettes,” he mumbled into the kiss.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled in reply, but he just hummed back at you, kissing you deeper. A moan came from deep in your throat when his leg pushed between yours, rubbing against you. He grinned into the kiss.

He pulled back and started kissing down your jawline to your neck where he pecked and nipped with his teeth. You hissed through your teeth when he bit down particularly hard – licking it after, leaving a cool patch on your neck. His hands moved to the back of your legs as he resumed kissing you.

“Jump,” he whispered and you followed the instruction, legs wrapping around his hips and interlocking. You grinded against him and he moaned into your kiss. It was you who grinned this time. You got pushed up against a wall in the kitchen, pressing flush against him and you could feel him getting harder.

“Let’s go to the bed,” you whispered to him and he nodded, carrying you to the queen-sized bed. You always forgot how strong Yoongi was because of his usually-dorky demeanour. You were placed on it, him quickly following and lying on top of you. He straddled you, bringing his hands under your shirt and pulling it off in one go.

“Nice colour,” he whispered as he kissed your stomach up to your bra. “But I think I like it better…” he paused. “On the floor,” he grinned. He reached behind you when you arched your back for him to get easier access. You smiled when he literally threw it across the room.

“Now to get rid of yours,” you said, pushing his shirt over his head. “Better,” you mumbled with appreciation laced in your voice. You started undoing his pants, his heavy jeans coming off before your pyjama shorts. He hummed when his hands rubbed up and down every part of your body. His hands rested on your hips and he kissed you again, deeply.

You moaned loudly when he started sucking on the same already-purple bruise that was forming on your neck. He kept kissing down – down your chest between your breasts and down your stomach until he came to the top of your panties. He grabbed the fabric with his teeth and pulled them down your legs.

“Yoongi, please,” you whispered, feeling uncomfortable with being left like this. He grabbed your legs and leaned forward, his breath fanning over your inner thigh as he slowly pushed them further apart. You gasped when he placed his lips over you, kissing gently before his fingers started rubbing against your already wet clit.

“Mm, baby,” he mumbled, his voice so low it sounded like growl almost. He continued working with his tongue and pushed two fingers into you, making you moan his name out.

“If you keep going like this, I’m gonna…” you trailed off, feeling him slip another finger into you. “I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, baby,” he shook his head, taking his fingers out of you and leaning up to kiss you while reaching to the bedside table. He rummaged through the draw and brought a condom out. You took it out of his hand and quickly opened it. You looked down and pushed his boxer briefs – that showed off everything – off his body. You slid the condom onto him and he moaned a little when you touched him.

Before you take your hand away, you make sure to brush over the head of him. He looks down at you, knowing you did it on purpose and attacked your lips again. His hands were holding himself up and you wrapped your legs around his hips again, pulling him closer to you. His head brushed against you and you moaned.

“Yoongi,” You said, almost like a warning and he grinned. He moved so he was positioned correctly and kissed you deeply as he thrusted deep into you. You moaned out loudly, thinking that Jimin, who lives on the floor below, could probably hear you. You blushed when you thought about that one.

“Say my name, baby,” he whispered into your ear as he continued to thrust.

“Yoongi,” you moaned.

“No, my other name,” he grinned, kissing you again.

“Su-,” you started, but you cried out instead when he moved himself so he could thrust into you deeper. “Suga,” you whimpered and he had a smirk on his face. He continued to thrust, both of you being loud and not-at-all embarrassed by the possibility that the people living in the flats around you definitely know what you’re doing.

When you were reaching your climax, you kissed him desperately, your hands running through his hair. They moved down to his back, digging into him. As soon as you reached you limit, you cried his name out – and his face contorted in pure pleasure as he came.

You were both sweaty and panting when he pulled away from you, getting up and going to the bathroom before coming back over to you. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move tomorrow,” you whispered to him and he let out a throaty laugh.

“Don’t worry,” he shook his head. “You won’t have to get out of bed for a while tomorrow,” he winked and you grinned, kissing his lips before you fell asleep in the bed with him humming into your hair.

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-Admin C :-)

Every single thing i love about Yoongi in just one clip. Amazing.

JIN X READER

SMUT WARNINGNIGNGINGIHNGINg.

When you first started hanging around Kim Seokjin, you didn’t really think much of it. The two of you had known each other for a few years but had never really gotten close. Your parents knew each other, and you would often be round the other’s house for dinners and lunches and other stereotypical family events. Yes you knew him and you spoke, but you didn’t know him.

So, when the two of you started dating, it was something no one expected.

“(y/n)!”

You spun a little too quickly, dropping your text and note books.

“Sorry…”

“No, Hyeon, it’s fine.” You smiled up at her, gathering your things together.

You had actually met, your now best friend, Hyeon, through Jin himself. Somehow he had introduced you two.

“So… tomorrow is formal, you excited?”

You laughed, matching Hyeon’s stride to the school’s large front double doors. “Excited is kind of an understatement.”

“Nervous then?”

“Hmm… not really, but I probably will be in the morning.”

She sighed, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, “Well, Jin will look after you.”

You grinned at her, “Oh, I know he will.”

-

“You look gorgeous.”

“Mum, please stop crying.”

“She isn’t dying.”

Your mum glared down your younger brother, he instantly shut up.

“You’re making such a big deal out of her though.”

Your mum huffed, fiddling with something on the back of your dress, “You’ll get your turn sweetie.”

“I don’t want a dress.”

You laughed, and it felt good to laugh. You’d been nervous all day, snapping at everyone and everything because nothing seemed to be going right today. Your hair dresser was running behind, your makeup lady couldn’t find your house. Nothing else could go wrong really.

Your father suddenly appeared, “Jin is here.”

Extreme pause.

“Sis, you okay?”

You glanced at your bother, “Fine.”

“You’re shaking, and you’re also holding your breath.”

A nervous laugh left your lips, “Am I?”

Your mum hugged you tightly, “Sweetie, you look stunning, you’ll be fine. Just remember to have fun and stay safe.”

“Mum.” You groaned, catching on to what she was so obviously hinting at. “Seriously, that’s so stereotypical and cliché.”

“You never know what will happen, and I'm fine with you… involving yourself in such activities, as long as you stay safe.”

You moved away from her, “Just go down stairs.”

Once you were alone, you took a moment to relax, to breathe. Formal wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t the actual formal you were nervous about. It was afterward. The after-party, the drunk people. There would most likely be drugs involved, knowing your school. But that didn’t seem to faze you at the moment, and it probably never would.

-

Jin was surprisingly calm. He thought he would have been a mess by now, but he’d surprised himself. He’d received an extremely interesting phone call from Yoongi who had gotten himself into quite the situation.

“Hyung. I'm actually lost.”

Jin couldn’t contain the laughter, he pulled the phone away from his face so Yoongi couldn’t hear him.

“Hyung, this isn’t funny at all.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But how did you manage to get lost? All you had to do was go to the flower shop.”

The older male heard a long sigh on the other side of the phone, “I’ve never been to a flower shop before.”

“Yeah you have, you had to order the corsage.”

“But mum was with me, so I wasn’t really thinking about where I was.”

Jin laughed, not even bothering to pull the phone from his face. “I'm sorry Yoongi-ah, but I seriously cannot help you. Just ask someone for directions.”

“You’re a great friend.”

Yoongi was fine.

His mum had found him and picked him up. Not once did he actually seem worried about his situation. Which was why Jin never actually took him seriously and proceeded to laugh at him.

“Jin?”

Said boy glanced up at the call of his name, you coming into his view. And it was one of those extremely cliché moments where he literally only saw you.

You laughed quietly seeing his reaction. His eyes widened, mouth slightly agape, eyebrows disappearing into his hair.

“(y/n), you look, beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You mumbled shyly, you finally reached him- it was quite a task in your heels- and as soon as you did his hands were on your waist, his lips plump, soft and warm against your own.

“Shall we go?” He cocked a cheeky eyebrow at you, cheesily taking your hand and leading you out the door.

-

It had taken you about 20 minutes to actually get into your dress. That was, carefully pulling the expensive and delicate fabric over your head, then lacing the back which took forever and also caused you a lot of pain.

Getting out of the dress however, was a very different story.

“Jin…” His name left your lips in a whimper, his own lips pressed harshly against your jaw.

Your group of friends had decided that staying overnight in a hotel would be better than going home for the night. Of course the boys only had one motive behind this.

Jin had managed to get the dress off you in a matter of a few minutes. The expensive dress now draped over the chair in the corner of the room, completely forgotten.

Jin’s hands travelled from your face, down your neck and down to your hips- not forgetting to brush your chest of course.

Another whimper left your lips and he pulled away. Your eyes instantly taking in his reddened lips and the way he pulled his bottom one between his teeth.

He gave you a quick kiss before his hands took hold of your thighs, pulling you up his body. Instantly your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms over his shoulders in his hair. You roughly ran your hands through his soft locks, tugging on them slightly.

A sound similar to a growl left his throat and within seconds he had you up against the wall, his lips marking your neck again. “Jin please…”

He stopped, all his movements, before pulling back and looking you in the eye, “You sure?”

You didn’t open your mouth, because you knew the only sound that would be leaving it would be a moan, just from him looking at you like that. Instead, you tugged on his hair again, pressing your own lips to his neck marking him as yours.

You’d managed to rid him of his shirt and pants by the time he had you pinned under him, on the king sized bed in the centre of your hotel room.

His hands slipped round your back, unclipping your strapless bra that, really, was hardly in place at all once the dress was off. As soon as your bra was gone, his hands slipped down your sides and into your panties.

You couldn’t contain the moan that left your lips once you felt his growing excitement pressed against your thigh. You were so distracted by that, you literally gasp once you felt his fingers brush your entrance.

“Excited?”

His voice was husky and dangerous. If you didn’t actually know that it was Jin who had said it, you would have thought someone else was in the room.

Your body shuddered from the movements of his fingers, just teasing you.

He chuckled at your response, obviously enjoying it. He slowly started moving his hips, rolling them against your side. While he had you distracted with his unnaturally moving hips, his fingers entered you. He was gentle, and took in every little reaction you had.

He watched your face, instantly knowing when he was hurting you, or when you were enjoying it.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him to your face so your lips were pressed together. It was a rough kiss, desperate. You sucked on each other lips till they were swollen, tongues twirled and when it got messy your teeth clashed every now and then.

A deep moan left his throat, “I can’t wait babe…” He groaned quietly into your ear.

Before you had time to register what was happening, your panties were gone, as were his boxers and his large body was hovering over your own.

“You ready?”

You nodded, too out of breath from your last kiss to answer him.

His hips slowly moved into yours and the feeling was weird. Painful, yet not. The pain would spike, and he knew by the looks on your face. He would slow his movements, lean down and cover your face with kisses.

His lips met yours and that’s where they stayed, muffling your moans and cries until you were used to him.

His mouth left yours but he stayed so close, your breaths mingling together between you. Neither of you spoke, the only sounds were the panting coming from the two of you.

You moved your hips upwards and Jin’s eyes flicked from your lips to your own orbs. He stared at you, making sure you were definitely okay before he finally moved.

Jin was amazing. He was kind and gentle and he worshiped every part of your body. He made sure that his lips had marked your everywhere, and that his hands had caressed every inch of you.

His head dropped to your neck, where he nuzzled into you. He was making the most amazing sounds. His moans were deep and throaty, but every now and then his voice would crack and you lost it every time. Your own moans filling the room loudly.

When he was close, his movements quickened, his hips snapped into your own, his hands left your sides to firmly hold the bed head. Because he knew his hold would be too hard on you and hurting you was something he didn’t want.

You both reached your end, his lips on your neck but not stopping the loud, deep moans and the calling of your name over and over. Your arms were curled around him, your hands in his hair.

He ended up moving to the side and collapsing, his eyes firmly shut. You thought he’d fallen asleep until his arm reached out and pulled you to his side.

And that’s where you stayed all night, your bodies pressed to one another’s, fitting perfectly together.

-

You and Hyeon were sitting at the island in the hotel kitchen. Jin and Yoongi somewhere in the lounge room.

Your hands were wrapped around a warm mug which was resting on your bottom lip so you could sip on your tea.

You’d just taken a mouthful when Hyeon spoke up. “So… you guys were really loud last night.”

You literally spat your tea across the counter, slamming your mug down, you hand instantly covering your mouth.

“Why are you so surprised? You seriously think we didn’t hear, or that I didn’t notice how you waddled out of your room, by the way, looking smug as hell. Jin’s face was priceless, I’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin than his.”

“Hyeon!” you spat at her, indicating to keep her voice down.

She just laughed at you, “Yoongi heard too, he isn’t deaf, and he isn’t blind. Besides, he probably knew it was going to happen. Jin had probably told him, and if he hadn’t they are probably talking about it now.”

You were wiping the counter with a little too much force, sending a glare over your shoulder, “I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you really don’t.”

<3 ~ admin A

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