This Right Here Is A Masterpiece

this right here is a masterpiece

paint me naked | jjk

After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

✿ title: paint me naked ✿ pairing: artist!jungkook x fem!reader (ft. taehyung) ✿ rating & genre: BTS, 18+, college au, fluff, smut, angst ✿ warnings: alcohol, marijuana, brief mention of drug dealing, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex, reader struggles with self-esteem issues (due to misogyny), tae fuckboy antics, everyone is obsessed with jk’s thighs 😂 ✿ date & wc: april 2022 | 16k ✿ notes: this one was really fun to write! i’m a slut for art student aus tbh. it’s the depressed writer in me lkhsdks 😂 anywayy, the poems were written by me as well. let me know what your favorite part was in a comment or reblog!

✿ masterlist | ao3 |  join my taglist ✿ what was jai listening to? paint me naked - ten  //  don’t - bryson tiller

✿ special shoutout to @jjkeverlast​ for being so supportive of me when i’m stressing out about my writing 

“Jungkook, I don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Let me try.” 

Your eyes strained to see the boy standing in front of you, but the room was pitch black. It was good, though. You’d purposefully blocked out as much light as you possibly could. It had been a surprisingly difficult feat, mostly because the two of you hadn’t thought this through very well. A rolled up towel was shoved against the bottom of the bedroom door to keep the light from the hallway out. Blackout curtains had already been drawn over the windows when you got there, so that made the window problem easier. Luckily, you’d remembered to unplug the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, the last piece of light you could have some control over putting out. 

To make things weirder, you were in Jungkook’s parents’ room. 

“It’s the darkest room in the house!” he’d insisted and you hadn’t objected because, well, it seemed on brand for the way the entire night was going. 

With arms stretched out, your fingers pressed into something bumpy and hard. You could hear Jungkook’s breathing beside you and a light laugh alerted to you that he was much closer than you’d initially thought. After a quick prod, fingers gliding slightly upward, you realized you were grabbing his abdomen. The hard ripples you’d felt were his toned abs beneath his thin t-shirt. 

“Sorry,” you whispered, though there was no need to be quiet. Jungkook’s hands wrapped around yours and took the objects you had clutched between them: scissors and an undeveloped film roll. 

Continuar lendo

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so it goes | myg

 Summary: You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.

 —pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of?) to lovers, fluff, smut.

—warnings/tags: fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of blowjobs, dom!yoongi i guess? (he's soft tho!!) yoongi is in denial, he asks himself lots and lots of questions, emotional constipation!!! etc etc

—words: 6.8k

a/note: hiii, this is my first time posting something for bts and i'm really excited!!! i'm planning to write more about this couple so feedback is appreciated :) pd: english is not my first language. taglist is open if you want to join!!

You were five blocks away from Yoongi’s apartment when your phone vibrated in your pocket for the second time in the span of five minutes.

[Yoongo]: Hurry up

[Yoongo]: Dinner is almost ready

[Yoongo]: If you don’t start running I’m gonna start eating without you.

You giggled looking at his contact name, he made a typo when he wrote his name on your phone and you never changed it, you liked it that way. Yoongi wasn’t going to eat without you, he was the one who invited you, but you started to walk faster anyway.

The memory of the Yoongi who wrote his name on your phone seems so distant now, he was so different from the one who was waiting for you at his apartment, maybe because your mind had unconsciously decided to divide the image you had of him into different parts. The first one was the Yoongi everyone else knew, the rapper, producer and founder of his own label, a well respected name in the industry. The second was the one you knew from the media and the paparazzi pictures of him that came out every weekend, coming out of the club with a different girl by his side every time. Getting bored too fast, never getting enough of that life or anything at all.

The cold wind hit your face as you remembered the first time you met Yoongi, it was the night that Jungkook decided to throw a party, celebrating the start of summer. During that time, your best friend had recently signed with Yoongi's label and was very excited to introduce you to his new friends. You met Namjoon and Hoseok and a few other members of their team, but all you remember was Yoongi’s lingering gaze and intimidating aura, he said hi to you but nothing else, clearly not interested in meeting new people, clearly not interested in meeting you. But as the night passed and Jungkook's party was coming to an end, the only thing you could focus on was his piercing dark eyes staring at you. Why would he be staring at you all night, giving you sneaky glances until you left but never making a move?

"Because you were Jungkook's friend" Yoongi would answer if you were to ask him now, and then he would say something about not fucking people who he could possibly see again. What an asshole, you thought at your imaginary conversation.

At that time you didn't lose sleep over it, didn't question it too much, but even though you two had way too different personalities, you couldn't deny that he was attractive enough for you to find yourself thinking of him once or twice during that week.

The third and last part of the image you had of him in your mind was very different from the last one. You remember discovering it at Jungkook's barbecue party. It was a hot afternoon, Yoongi took a seat next to you and he asked what you were studying at the university, he tried to sound interested when you answered history. You made a lame joke and that was the first time that you saw his gummy smile. You liked it so much that you wanted to say another joke just as bad.

He was quiet, calm and observant, nice enough to offer you a ride home. Nice enough to offer you a ride home every time since that day. He used to say that your dorm was on the way to his house, which was a lie but you didn't know it back then.

You let him drive you home, you enjoyed the music he played and the way he listened to you when he asked you about your life, you enjoyed listening to him talk about his. You thought you were so lucky to know that part of him, and you were so embarrassed when you realized you had a huge crush on him. He was just being nice, no matter how kind he was or how flirty he sounded, he could never feel the same way about you. That's what you thought, until he kissed you before you jumped out of his car one night. That's what you thought until he started kissing you every single time after that.

It wasn't the first time that you asked yourself why Yoongi was so adamant to not let you go, you weren't his girlfriend and he wasn't your boyfriend, but why, after being with so many girls, he decided to keep you? Why did his actions say that he liked you more than his words did? You were pretty, you could admit that, but so were all the other girls, what did you have that they didn't?

You remember asking him about it once. After a long debate about which movie to watch, you beat him by outright refusing to watch a sci-fi movie over a romcom, you and him were laying on his bed with your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair when a scene of a romantic monologue started, you lifted your head and looked at him.

“What do you like most about me?” Smiling, you watched him trying to act like you didn’t catch him off guard. His eyes popped open but automatically a stupid smirk appeared on his face.

“Your ass.” He answered and you punched his arm before he could finish the last word, he let out an “auch” as his shoulders started shaking from laughter. Then, he decided to correct himself. “I like that you’re sweet”

“That's the lamest thing to like about me” you complained, “I'll pretend that you just said my ass.” you feigned to focus on the movie again, taking your eyes off of him.

During the six months that you had met him, you learned how to manage him a little bit. Sometimes offering food worked, in the worst of the cases it was to throw a tantrum, but that day it only took a pout for him to break.

“Don't” he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again “You're the sweetest,” he confirmed again and kissed you tenderly on the lips “you make laugh. And you're hot.”

“The hottest?” You joked.

“You bet.”

Yoongi was a man of a few words and you always cherished the ones he had for you. Like when you started going to his studio to bring him food that you cooked only for him, Yoongi forces himself to work long hours and most of the time he forgets to eat, but when you bring him food he eats every single thing.

He always grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap, he asks you about your day and you ask him about his. He shares food with you and feeds you on the mouth.

“Your food is always the best, babe” he murmurs with his mouth full of food.

You still think about the first night you invited him to your dorm one time that your roommate wasn't home. He ordered food, drinked wine with you, watched half of a movie, decided to take off your clothes and fucked you on your bed for the first time.

Your bed wasn't as big as his, he had a king size all for himself while in yours only fitted you and maybe half of him. But Yoongi didn't care, not when he was on top of you. Holding your legs up, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and his wet lips whispering against your neck, he made you look at him the whole night while he fucked you open nice and slow, he liked to take his time. You remember Yoongi squishing your face between his fingers making you pout slightly, he thought you looked so pretty like that, with parted lips and furrowed eyebrows willing to let him fuck you as long as he wanted, however he wanted. At that point he knew your body too well, he knew how to touch you and where to kiss you, but you knew him too, and you knew he talked too much when he was close to his climax, letting the words escape from his mouth without permission. You don't remember everything he said that night, but you do remember a couple lines because during that time, they kept you awake for a few nights.

“My pretty girl, always taking me so well” he said as you threw you head back when he started leaving kisses down your neck, sneaking his hand where your bodies connected so he could slowly rub his thumb on your clit, making you whine his name as you felt your walls abruptly clench around him, he loved that shit, he loved how high pitched your voice sounded as he thrusted in and out, brushing the spot that made your toes curl "My only girl, only mine.”

Pressed against him because the bed was too small for the two of you he hugged your waist and hid his face in the crock of your neck, you fell asleep wanting to ask him if he was serious about that, were you his only girl? You were too afraid to believe him.

You remember that week when you failed an exam that you studied really hard for, he invited you to his place and you decided to try a new recipe, it tasted so bad you wanted to burst into tears in the middle of his kitchen. You loved cooking and that was the last thing you needed. Yoongi grabbed you by your face, assuring everything was okay.

“You can try again another day,” he offered "my mom always says that it takes a few tries. I'll take you to Daegu, she'll teach you.”

He was almost joking, saying those words like it wasn't a big deal. The idea of meeting his mom made you feel butterflies, it was so stupid that something like that changed your mood for the better.

Five blocks away, Yoongi was in his apartment about to have a mental breakdown. He was about to order food when he saw the mess he made in the kitchen, but he promised to cook for you tonight in exchange for a weekend with him. He wanted to think his head was all over the place because of work, but that was a lie, it was because of you.

He had hardly seen you the last two weeks, you had spoiled him, you used to visit him mondays, wednesdays and saturdays, you came by his studio every friday but now it seemed like you had no time for him in your schedule. Having tons of projects and final exams, that week you had only visited him the day before in his studio. You didn’t even let him come to visit you because you said you were going to let him distract you.

It was okay, Yoongi told himself, he appreciated that you came yesterday, but at the same time he missed you so bad, he can’t remember the last time he kissed you properly, and the memory of last night didn’t help. Namjoon invited some friends from the company to a bar, including you, but you couldn’t come because you were celebrating the end of a project with your friends in a whole different bar. You deserved it, Yoongi told himself that, but when he arrived at the bar by himself and everyone started asking him where were you he thought he might explode because of how much he missed you, couldn’t help but wish you were wrapped around his arms. Why did everyone ask him about you? Why didn’t they ask Jungkook, who was your best friend? Why ask your not-boyfriend?

Yoongi always thought that you two didn't need a title, things were good like that, you had good sex and he liked having you around, but at the same time he wanted to scream last friday when you told him you couldn't come over to his apartment because you had a group project with some asshole called Kevin. Who the fuck was Kevin anyway? Did Kevin know that you had a not-boyfriend whom you cook for every friday and you fuck three times a week? What do you mean he doesn't?

He wanted to ask about said project and that guy. Why was he doing a project with you? Were you put together? Did you choose him? Did he choose you? He knew he couldn’t bring it up, he could already hear your voice asking “Bubba, are you jealous?”

Yes the fuck he was.

His mind was a mess but he was sure about one thing, he didn’t want to be with other women, you were enough. Your kisses, bad jokes and the coffee you made was enough. He wondered if you felt the same about him, was he enough for you? What did he have to offer?

In his mind he pictures you like a good friend and good lover; you took care of Jungkook even if you were a few months younger than him, you make Namjoon laugh the loudest, Hoseok trusted you so much that he shows you new songs that he’s working on to know your opinion and you were never afraid of kissing Yoongi in front of his friends. How could he be enough for you?

And anyway, when the fuck did he become like this? He used to think he was being subtle, that no one really knew how much he liked you, but everyone did, except for you. Now he was standing under the dim lights of his kitchen with almost burned food, his dog, Holly, head cocked on one side, looking at him as if he was asking what was wrong and the suffocating feeling that he might be in love with you.

Just for a moment he could be honest with himself, he was not subtle at all. But you didn’t seem to notice, however, he was afraid that one of those days you would find out how crazy he was about you.

He remembers that one summer night when you insisted on having a picnic under the stars, Yoongi thought it was so corny but he didn’t have it in himself to say no to you. You showed up in a short summer dress that hiked up your thighs every time you leaned to wipe the food out of his mouth. By the end of the night you ended up blowing him for the first time in the backseat of his car. Was it the best blowjob he ever received? He couldn’t be sure. Was it his favorite? Yes, it was. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about you and your teary eyes and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, Yoongi thought no one could ever get it, it was almost romantic, almost sweet. He expected you to be at least a little suspicious when he texted you the next day saying "I can't stop thinking about you", you didn’t mention it.

Months later and you were still in the same spot but way deeper. You come every weekend and fuck all night, wake up and eat breakfast together, watch a movie and go out on a date that you planned, come back and fuck again. Was that enough for you? What if you get tired of it?

That last question hung in the air until Holly ran to the living room when he heard the sound of the keys opening the door and Yoongi snapped out of his trance.

“Hello?” The sound of your voice echoed in the apartment, it seemed to be almost empty until you arrived, now it felt complete.

Yoongi didn’t respond, he waited for you to find him in the kitchen, he heard you take off your shoes and say hi to his dog.

When you found him, you grabbed his face and kissed him briefly on the lips “What is that face?” You asked, leaving a bottle of wine on the counter “Are you not happy to see me?”

“The food got a little bit burned.” He sighed. He was, in fact, happy to see you

"I'm sure it's fine, let me set up the table." You brushed it off and that was enough for him to forget about the food, but there was still a heavy weight on his chest, you were the only person who could take it off of him, but he didn’t want you to.

Once the table was ready you put some music and poured wine on his glass.

“Did you have a good time last night? Got drunk?” He asked like it was small talk, but he was dying to know.

“Yes and no. I was too tired to get drunk and I actually got home early, Nayeon was still awake when I arrived. What about you and the guys?”

If the food tasted bad you didn’t say it, you seemed to happily enjoy it as you listened to him talk about last night, laughing about the silliest things.

“They all asked about you.” He said, you tried to hide a smile but you failed.

“Did they? What did you say?”

“That you abandoned me.” Yoongi lied.

“Yoongi…” You whined in complaint, rolling your eyes when his shoulders started shaking as he laughed

“Okay, okay. I said that you were busy celebrating the end of your project.” He told you the truth.

The night passed between laughs, sweet smiles and fond looks. That was something he could not escape, your eyes; they always told the truth no matter what, they were sincere and could never hide what you feel, Yoongi had the blessing –or maybe the curse– to know exactly how to read them. In that moment he looked at you from across the table and he felt like he could almost touch your happiness. Yoongi was terrified that you could feel his as well.

“So he’s keeping it a secret” You mentioned as you were washing the dishes after you finished having dinner. Yoongi was beside you, leaned against the counter with crossed arms.

“But he told you.” He said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

“Of course he told me, he can’t lie to me, I know him too well.” You shake your head in disbelief.

“I’m really hurt that you didn’t tell me.” He joked.

Yoongi had always minded his business, he always was the quiet and calm guy, the one to trust, until he met you. There were countless nights where he found himself gossiping with you in the kitchen, you were calm and quiet too, were the one to trust just like him, but for some reason, somehow, you always seemed to know everyone's business, and you were happy to share them with Yoongi, whom over time learnt to loved those gossipy talks in the kitchen.

Tonight you were talking about Jungkook, who seemed to have a not-really-a-girlfriend. Jungkook told you about her and no one else, you didn’t know this, so when you brought it up to Yoongi he was shocked because Jungkook didn’t tell him.

“I’m telling you now, I didn’t know he didn’t tell anybody!”

“Okay, so why is he being all mysterious and shit?”

“I don’t know, maybe the same reason why you didn't tell Namjoon and Hoseok you took me to the river that one time?” You asked taking him by surprise. Yoongi looked at you with raised eyebrows making you giggle. You remember one of your first dates when he took you to eat to the river, after a few hours Namjoon called in an emergency because he messed up the files on his computer, told him that he was calling him for hours and asked where the fuck he was –Namjoon’s words –. Yoongi never answered and later they found out he was with you. He tried to think of an answer, but you didn’t let him. “I don’t know, maybe he is not sure yet, it’s been a while since he had a girlfriend, but I know Jungkook, he really likes her, he will eventually come around.”

Yoongi stared at you as you were washing the glasses, too focused on cleaning to know what what’s going on in his head.

“Did you meet her?” He tried to change the subject.

“No! He would die of embarrassment, he said, but he showed me her instagram.” You said drying your hands to grab your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and looked for the girl’s insta. “See? She is cute.” Yoongi grabbed your phone in his hands and squinted his eyes like an old man, you laughed at that.

Yoongi saw a picture of a smiley girl seated on the beach with an ice cream cone in her hand, she looked nothing like the girls Jungkook was used to dating, but it made sense in his mind, he liked you after all. From the outside, everyone thought that you were too different, that Yoongi never liked a girl like you and that you never liked a guy like Yoongi, but from the inside he knew that there’s no one in this world that understands him more than you. He wanted to tell you all that, but something different came out of his mouth.

“You’re cuter.” He said with a straight face, making you look ridiculous when your cheeks burned red.

When you finished washing the dishes he changed into his pajamas and waited for you sitting on his bed, you were washing your teeth in the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. It was easier when you were around, he didn’t have time to think about correct or wrong decisions, it was just you in his head.

And then, one more question popped up in his head –or maybe a few more than one– , why did he want to keep you so bad? What did you bring into his life that he didn’t already have?

Yoongi tried to convince himself that he wasn’t in love with you so many times that day that he believed he was about to have a headache because of it. He stared at his bedroom ceiling hoping that the answer appeared written in the white of it, knowing that it was impossible, thinking that there was no possible way that he loved you that much. He almost convinced himself that those months full of nights of gossip in his kitchen, back hugs before sleeping and innocent morning kisses were only products of his imagination. He almost made it, until you walked into the room wearing the tiniest pajama shorts he had ever seen and the tightest tank top, now the only rational thought left on his mind was how bad he wanted to sink his face in your ti–

“What are you thinking?” You asked, kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached your hand to run your fingers through his black hair, he sighed and realized he was about to give up. What should he answer? “Your tits”? “The suffocating knowledge that I'm falling in love with you and I don't know if I'm ready to give you my heart”? "The terrifying suspicion that maybe I already gave it to you"? Maybe he should say the truth, but not today. Instead, he chose to change the subject.

“Holly missed you.” You scoffed, looking behind you expecting to find his fluffy brown friend, when you didn’t see him you turned your head, offering him a tiny side smile.

“Mmm.. Did he tell you that?” You asked, starting to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him and pecked your lips, a simple gesture yet so intimate, Yoongi never kissed someone like that, he never reserved the little things for anyone but you. That included the food he cooked for you, the afternoons he let you sleep a quick nap on his chest before a class, the squeeze he gave you when you held his hand, the space in his wardrobe that he saved for your clothes only. God, he was so screwed.

“Yeah, he did. He also complained because nowadays you barely come to visit him. He was so sad last friday when you turned us down, you should’ve seen him.” He murmured, avoiding your eyes.

“I’m getting the feeling that you’re projecting right now. Maybe it is because last time I checked, Holly couldn’t talk.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Mmm… give me a kiss.” Yoongi tried to reach for your lips but you pulled back, a devilish smile tugging from the corner of your lips.

“Bubba, did you miss me?” You asked. He lost count of the times he told you not to call him by that nickname, that it was the corniest thing in the world. You ignored him, you never stopped calling him like that. Deep down, Yoongi knew that he liked it, but he would never admit it.

“Did you?”

“I missed you a lot.” You never had trouble confessing things like that, there was never hesitation in your words, just the truth. “I wanted to invite you to come over so many times but I knew I wouldn’t get anything done if you were there…” Your hands played with the chain on his neck while his played with the hem of your shorts, there was an unspoken invitation in your words and he was happy to respond to it, you looked at him through your lashes with a innocent smile in your face which he scoffed at, he pulled you closer and caught your bottom lip between his teeth, never answering the question.

That night he was trying to fuck you hard and fast, maybe because he hadn't done it in two whole weeks and he was horny as hell watching you in those little shorts on top of him, or maybe that was jut an excuse and he, once again, was trying to convince his conscience that you two were just fucking, nothing more and nothing less, it didn't mean anything. But you turned his rough kiss into a sweet one, you dug your fingers into his hair at the back of his neck when he decided to grab your hips and flip you over to leave you under him. Yoongi knew that night you were in a sweet kinda mood when you stopped kissing his lips to start kissing his cheeks and trailed open mouth kisses down his neck. But he wasn't, he wasted no time in taking off your shorts and tank top, leaving you almost naked with only lace black panties as the only barrier for what he really wanted to see.

"Is that right?" He asked with a low voice as he started to drag his hand to your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb slowly. You sighed, too caught up in the feeling of his hand to answer him. "How much did you miss me?"

His other hand traveled down your stomach to stroke your center through the thin fabric sending chills to your spine. Yoongi didn't need you to answer, he knew how much you did by the way your body responded to his hands to the mix of stimulation, but he wanted to hear the answer. He moved his hand from your breast to grab your chin and move your neck to the side so he could start kissing your neck, making you whine his name softly as he pushed your panties aside and started rubbing your clit slow but hard.

“Too much.” You tried to answer in a huff, letting yourself lose in the sweet touch of fingertips and the sound of his low voice, getting wetter and wetter. It was so good but just not enough, and he knew it.

He took off his tshirt and his pants, creating the illusion that you were on the same page as him, but that was not the case. He curled two of his fingers around the black strap of your panties to push it down slowly, making you shiver. You were about to roll your eyes when he threw it away across the room dramatically, but his finger came back to your wet center making you whine softly, teasing your entrance with two of his fingers first before he sank them inside you.

Most of the time you were patient, waiting under him until he decided to make a move, but that night you were slightly desperate. It wasn’t a lie, you barely saw him in two weeks, the least he could do was not teasing you. You moved your hips at the same pace of his fingers trying to chase the feeling but with his free hands he grabbed your hips and pushed them down the mattress.

“Don’t.” That was the only word that could come out of your mouth.

“What?” He had the audacity to laugh.

“Don’t be like that with me.” You tried to argue but your words sounded almost like a beg.

“Why? Were you waiting all week for me to fuck you?” You watched his face going down your chest to find one of your breast to take it on his mouth, swirling your nipple with his wet tongue as his fingers kept fucking you slow, tortuously pulling them out to rub you clit and then coming back to curl them inside you, you arched your back. He caught your nipple between his teeth and bit it a little when you didn’t answer.

“Y-yes, I was.” You mumbled through a moan.

“Mmm… My good girl, so wet already for me, how bad you wanna get fucked?” He asked, accelerating his movements, the room filled with the sound of your cries only, two of his fingers deep inside you as his thumb fastly circled your clit.

“Yoongi..” You whined looking at him through hooded eyes and with swollen lips. Then, he stopped his movements abruptly.

“Do you want me to fuck you right now, to make you cum?” He removed his fingers and put his hands on each side of your head*. You sobbed silently in protest but he didn't care, that was exactly what he wanted from you. But you could only nod and redirect your gaze to his tight boxers. “I was going to make you wait, baby,” he scoffed, grabbing the elastic of his boxers and finally taking them off “Just like you made me wait for you for two weeks.” his hand gripped your thighs, opening your legs to display you as he liked, his eyes flying to his target, so wet and warm, he couldn't wait even if he tried. “But I can't when I have you spread like this just for me”

A cry left you when he started to rub his cock against your clit and folds, going up and down making you squirm under him, he told himself that he wouldn't tease that night, there was a little angel seated on his right shoulder telling him to be nice and not to do it, but the little devil seated on the left keep whispering to tease you until you were crying for his cock, he tried to find a balance between them, and he was going to try and making you wait and fuck you like he wanted, but he never liked a fifty-fifty in bed.

He pressed a kiss on your lips, opening his mouth slowly so he could languidly slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands coming up to brush your nipples with his thumbs once again as he rolled his hips against your core making you gasp in anticipation, he whispered to your ear, “I need to hear what you want first.”

“I want.. you” You murmured, feeling caged between him and the mattress, mind too cloudy to think of an elaborated sentence.

“You want what, baby?” He asked, his nose touching with yours, lips brushing together as he spoke. The pressure between your legs started to become unbearable, your hips pushed forward to meet him but all he did was grab them to keep you in place. You arched your back and pressed your chest against his wrapping your legs on his waist, but that was not enough for him to decide himself to fill you up. He was so annoying, making you to say prescicely what he wanted to hear otherwise he wouldn't fuck you. You were the shy kind of girl in bed you met him, the first time he made you say your pussy was his, your face turned as red as a tomato, you never had said those things in bed but with Yoongi it was necessary, he loved hearing your whiny voice begging him to make you cum, and on the long way you learned that was exactly what you needed to do to get what you wanted. No matter how famous, or hot Yoongi was, at the end of the day, when he was balls deep inside of you, he was just a man and you took advantage of that.

“I want you… to fuck me.” You said giving in to him.

“Mmm… no pretty please?” He whispered, leaning to peck your lips sweetly as if he was mocking you. God, that made your walls clench around nothing in anticipation, almost daydreaming of the feeling of his cock fucking you open. He let out a mocking laugh when he realized how much it turned you on the way he was playing with you, he was such an asshole.

Decided, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and made him look at you, devoring his lips without warning “Please Yoon,” you said whining between kisses as you started to rub your center against his member, you could hear a low moan get stuck on his throat and you felt the grip on your hips get tighter “just fuck me please, it's been so long.”

It was rare to leave Yoongi without words when this wasn't the worst thing he had made you say in bed, but he was so hard at that point that all he could think of was being inside you. So he did, thrusting hard, stretching you open until your thighs started shaking.

“You always fit me so well.” Yoongi said out of breath. He was on edge too, trying to keep his chill-guy persona but already starting to fail as you rolled your hips just right against him, only focusing on your naked body and the the pretty noises you made, Yoongi was a bit dumb if he thought he had full control of you in bed when you knew exactly how to break him. “Tell me baby, am I the only one who gets to see you like this? To fuck you like this?” His voice came out in a groan as he pounded in and out your pussy slowly, the only thing you could think of was the hard drag of his cock wrapped around your walls and the tingling feeling in the low part of your tummy. Your breath got caught in your throat, he was being mean, making you wait as he dragged his hand down your body to circle your clit with the same pace as his thrusts. You were sure there was an answer somewhere in your mind, you just couldn't find it. When the only thing he heard in response were your sobs he slammed a particularly hard thrust making you snap out of your trance, squirming in pleasure.

“Y-yes! O-only you” You sobbed pushing your hips forward to meet his movements. It wasn't the first time that he asked questions like these when he didn't see you after a long time, Yoongi was almost predictable, almost.

He placed his face in the space between your neck and shoulder and pushed himself deeper inside you, happy with your answer he started to pick up a faster pace which left both of you breathing heavily, moaning loudly. “Are you going to cum all over my cock tonight, baby? Make a mess on my dick like a good girl?” He grunted, you tried to catch your breath to answer him but instead you nodded repeatedly, too lost in the sound of your bodies crashing each other and his low groans, his cock hitting all the right spots, brushing you sweet spot over and over again until the knot of your stomach started to grow tighter with each thrust. It wasn't long until you both started to get close to your climax, after all you had not fucked in two weeks after fucking every two days for months.

“My sweet girl, will you let me make you cum as much as I want?” He asked once again. Your mind tried to form a sentence good enough to answer him, but you could only moan in response, feeling how your pussy milked his member everytime it came out and came back inside. This time he doesn’t care that you don’t answer, too satisfied with the way your face looked, quiet cries slipping out of your lips, throwing your head back when he fucked you deeper.

Your walls started to tighten around his dick more and more, he was about to go crazy, thrusting a little sloppily already.

“Does it feel good?” He asks with a low voice just to feel the way your pussy clenched around him, he knew how much you liked the dirty way he talked to you.

“I-it feels too good.” You said, closing your eyes overwhelmed by how full you feel. A wave of pleasure washing over you, pressing your forehead against his shoulders, you knew you were close. Other nights you hold back as much as possible, enjoying the pressure between your legs, wanting to keep him inside you forever. Tonight you weren’t in the mood for waiting.

The sound of your moans invidaded him as he kept buring himself inside you, he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he was feeling how close he was to finish.

“Yoon.. I-I’m too… too close” You let him know in a sigh.

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He said, still hiding in your neck, you nodded as if he could see you, his cock throbbing inside you in anticipation. He looked at you, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone.

You came moaning his name uncontrollably as he kept thrusting inside you, helping you ride your climax. He followed shortly after as if he was holding on until you do it first.

When you finished he brought a wet towel from the bathroom and helped cleaning you, grabbing your panties and putting them on for you. He climbed the bed and pecked your lips, he saw your messed up makeup and tried to wipe it with his thumb, failing miserably.

“I'm really happy that you finished your exams.” He confessed “You worked really hard, I’m proud of you.” You smiled brightly, it was no surprise for him that you had a praise kink.

“Thank you, bubba.” Yoongi tried really hard not to roll his eyes.

“And I missed you too.” He finally said.

“I knew it.” You just answer laughing.

No, you don’t know shit, Yoongi thought. You didn’t know how many times the image of your fucked up face when you were about to cum showed up in his head since you did. You didn’t know how bad it messed him up the look you gave him when you asked to be fucked again later that night. You didn’t know how much he missed you in those two weeks.

But, on contrary belief, you knew a thing or two. You weren’t stupid, you remember that one night when Yoongi confessed you that his heart was broken two years ago, he never used those words though, but you didn’t have to be a shrink to notice that Yoongi was afraid to get hurt again. He was so cliché, even when he tried so hard not to.

Yoongi was, in fact, kind of dumb for thinking that you could ever hurt him, but at some point in the last two years he learnt that he had to build a wall every time he met a girl. The problem was when he met you and he realized that he liked you more than any other girl he had met. The problem was when he let you meet his brother one day and his brother told his mom, and his mom called him demanding to meet his new girlfriend. The problem was that he got used to seeing you in his studio couch and on his bed wearing his tshirt only. The problem shows up when he realizes it's hell every morning when you have to leave early to catch a class and he begs you to stay, you never skip them, but he doesn’t mind trying over and over again.

The problem was in that moment when he was about to fall asleep, arms wrapped around your naked body, trying so hard not to give up but in the end he does, he’s in love with you.

three tangerines (m) | myg | masterlist

series:three tangerines  pairing: fuckboi!yoongi x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au ; angst, smut summary: “when yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind” warnings: stated in each installment. minors dni. mood:moonlight, 28, people - agust d by readers:inspo | playlist mlist: created 2022/01/04 wanna read in chronological order?:click here status: ongoing 

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Steve Harrington vs. Demobat

i- just finished the anime!! why movies???? :(

oh the way i’m gonna go BATSHIT CRAZY when this gets animated isn’t even funny anymore