“Eyes On Me”
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: When you visit Yoongi on the set of the Haegeum music video, you realize you might
have a slight thing for his Agust D persona.
Word Count: just under 1.7k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, Dom Yoongi, light degradation, slight mirror sex, mentions of
voyeurism, unprotected sex(pls don’t do this), swearing, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!
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You were practically vibrating with excitement as your car pulled up to the filming location. Usually, Yoongi liked to keep a certain level of separation between his work life and you, but
since he was going to be filming as his Agust D persona, which he knew you had a more than
slight obsession with, he’d asked if you wanted to join him on the trip to Thailand.
Naturally, you’d agreed immediately, loving any opportunity to show your support for him, and
also knowing, whether he admitted it or not, that he was slightly nervous about being without
any of the other members. Plus, there was no way you were about to pass up the opportunity to
see him as his alter ego in real life.
As you climbed out of the car, you were greeted by one of his staff members, who then led you
through the building to where they were currently filming.
Through the crowd of crew members, you managed to catch sight of him as he was talking with
the director, clad in a patterned shirt and dark jeans, the necklaces around his neck catching the
light as he moved, his hair, which you’d developed an obsession with since he started growing it
out longer, was styled in a gorgeous mess of tousled waves.
You’d have to remember to thank his styling team later, his look exuded the perfect balance of
casual, edgy sexiness, leaving you unable to tear your gaze away.
As you stared at him, he happened to look up and catch sight of you, his eyes lighting up as he
sent you a tiny smile and wave, but before you could greet each other any further, the director
called action and suddenly your Yoongi seemed to disappear.
As soon as the song started to play, Yoongi’s lips curled into a cocky smirk as he danced around
the room, rapping along perfectly with the backing track. As he spun away from the camera, he
shot you a quick glance, giving you a sly wink that made your thighs clench involuntarily.
You tried to ignore the stirring heat in your lower belly, but as they continued to film, you became
embarrassingly aware of the growing wetness between your legs.
You couldn’t believe you were
this turned on from just watching him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him perform before, but
something about seeing him like this, with that over-confident swagger and wicked gleam in his
eye, had you squirming in your seat to try and subtly alleviate the growing need in your aching
core.
After what felt like hours, they finally called for a break, giving Yoongi(and you) time to rest
while they reset the cameras for the next shot.
Yoongi immediately made a beeline for you, a sly smile teasing up the corners of his mouth as
he looped his arms around your waist in a quick hug.
“Enjoying yourself?” He asked, pecking your cheek.
“Mhm.” You nodded, suddenly feeling shy for some reason.
He looked at you quizzically. “You feeling okay?”
“Yeah, why?” You replied innocently.
“Your face is red.” He said, smirking at you.
You looked down, flustered.
He leaned in close enough that no one else could overhear him.
“You know, you’re really not as subtle as you think you are.” He murmured against your ear. “I
saw the way you kept staring at me. Care to share what you were thinking about?”
You shivered slightly as his fingers traced along your waist teasingly.
“You just looked really hot.” You admitted.
“Yeah? You like this?” He teased as he pulled back, gesturing to his outfit.
“Mhm.” You nodded, eyes following the way his hands caught hold of one of his necklaces.
“You should see what they’ve got me in later, a full suit with my hair slicked back.” He said in a
low voice.
“I like you like this.” You whispered, catching hold of the edge of his shirt as you stared up at
him, desperate need clear in your eyes, causing his gaze to darken.
He caught hold of your hand, pulling you along behind him as subtly as possible through the
building til he found the spare room that was being used for wardrobe and makeup, which was
mercifully empty of staff at the moment.
He quickly tugged you inside, pressing you up against the wall as he kissed you hungerly, his
mouth hot and demanding, not at all like his normal gentle touch.
“I only have ten minutes, so you better behave.” He said, pulling back to stare you down with
lust blown eyes, grinding his growing erection against your clothed core and causing you to let
out a soft whimper.
A flicker of movement in your peripheral caught your attention, drawing your eyes to the full
length mirror in the corner of the room, showing off the way Yoongi had you caged in with his
body.
Yoongi noticed your gaze and glanced up, his earlier smirk returning.
“Well, isn’t this convenient?” He purred in your ear, pulling you forward and spinning you so you
were now in front of the mirror, your back to his chest. “This way you can still watch me, since
you like that so much.”
Without breaking eye contact with you in the mirror, he slipped a hand down your front of your
pants, teasing you over your underwear, feeling the growing damp patch on the fabric.
“So fucking wet already.” He growled in your ear. “Did seeing me like this really turn you that
much?”
“You always make me like this.” You breathed, your eyes fluttering closed as you let your head
fall back against his shoulder.
“Ah-ah.” He caught your jaw with his free hand, drawing your gaze back to the mirror. “Eyes on
me, understand? You look away, you don’t get to cum. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” You whispered, feeling a shiver run through your body as you met his gaze in the
reflection.
“Sir?” He raised a brow at you in amusement. “Shit, you really are gone for me today, aren’t
you?”
Heat flooded your face, but you didn’t deny it, bucking against his hand fruitlessly. “Please.”
He removed his hand from you, making quick work of both of your pants before bending you
over, barely teasing the tip of his cock between your folds before thrusting into you without
warning, making you let out a small yelp, which Yoongi quickly muffled with a hand over your
mouth.
“Careful, Doll, wouldn’t want anyone to hear what we’re doing in here, right?” He mocked as he
bottomed out, not giving you time to adjust before drawing his hips back and trusting into you
again, quickly setting a harsh pace as your hands shot out to brace against the mirror.
“Or maybe you would like that? Hmm? Want everyone to know what a little slut you are for me?”
He adjusted his hold on you, deepening the angle of his thrusts and making you let out another
low whine, mouth hanging open in pleasure.
“Such a slutty cunt, just couldn’t fucking wait to be filled, huh?” He grunted, watching the way
you fell apart so easily on his cock.
Your hands clutched uselessly at the smooth surface of the mirror for stability, trying to hold
yourself up as Yoongi continued to pound into you.
“Y-yoongi.” You whimpered, fighting to keep your eyes open and fixed on him.
“Hmm?” He cocked his head at you. “What is it, Baby?”
“Wanna cum, please.” You pleaded.
“Yeah?” He leaned over you, never slowing his thursts as his hand came back down to find your
clit, rubbing harsh circles over the little bundle of nerves and making you shake in his hold.
“Cum.” He commanded.
Almost instantly, your orgasm crashed over you, biting your lip to keep from screaming out his
name as you threw your head back.
Taking the opportunity, Yoongi latched onto your neck, sucking and biting at the skin and
dragging out your release, causing your walls to spasm around him uncontrollably.
“Fuck.” Unable to hold back anymore, he thrusted harshly into you, his hips losing their rhythm
as your clenching heat sucked him in, his cock pulsing as he coated your insides with his
release.
“Fuck.” He repeated shakily, stilling deep inside of you as he leaned his forehead against your
back, trying to catch his breath before pressing a kiss to your skin. “You’re gonna be the fucking
death of me.”
You laughed shakily, still staring at his slightly fucked-out image in the mirror.
He pulled out, quickly tugging your underwear back into place before anything could escape.
”Keep that in for me, yeah?” He said low in your ear, resting his hand over your abused cunt.
“We can’t be making a mess of the set, can we?”
You shook your head, wobbling slightly as you tried to turn to face him, Yoongi’s hands instantly
shooting out to steady you.
Just as suddenly as it had appeared earlier, the dark glint in his eyes faded, leaving only the
gentle sweetness of your Yoongi staring back at you as he held onto you.
“You alright?” He asked gently.
You nodded. “Just need a minute.” You admitted with another quiet laugh, making him smile in
relief before pressing his lips to yours, this time so much softer and full of love.
There was a sudden knock at the door, making you both jump back slightly.
“Yoongi? We’re
ready for you on set.”
“Be right there.” He called, never taking his eyes off of you.
He pressed another gentle kiss to your lips before leading you over to sit in one of the makeup
chairs.
“You rest, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Okay?”
“Okay.” You replied, watching as he tidied himself up before heading for the door. “Hey.”
He paused, looking back at you questioningly. “Yeah?”
“Do you think they’ll let you keep that outfit?” You asked with a grin.
He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ll ask.”
“Thank you.” You beamed.
He slipped out the door, mumbling something about “ridiculous”, but you didn’t pay it any mind.
He did keep the outfit though.
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