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writtenbynamu · 10 months

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Dickmatized

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Tags/warnings: HAEGEUM! (Yoongi), mentions of human trafficking, talks of s/a (not by Yoongi, doesn’t actually happen), violence, degradation, rough, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), choking, daddy kink, perjury, reader is weak in the knees

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Minors DNI

Your legs are crossed, right over left; back rigid as you try to maintain your composure. To anyone else in the room, your behaviour would have seemed normal. After all, women crossed their legs all the time out of habit or politeness. It was nothing out of the ordinary….or it wouldn’t have been if your legs had been crossed for any other reason that to quell the throb budding in your underwear.

You were better than this. You were a strong, independent woman. You were one of the two partners of Park & Min. A lawyer, a ridiculously good one at that; with one foot in the underground crime syndicate and the other on the necks of every prosecutor in Seoul. In this city, your name had to hold weight for you to survive…and yours was heavy enough to burden tongues. You made sure of it.

You had spent years getting your shit together, yet somehow, all it took was one look from him for you to fall apart.

You had first met Agust back when you were nothing but a decoy for the Itaewon dragons. The Itaewon dragons were one of the most feared gangs in Seoul, run by one of the most unassuming men you’d ever met. They sold everything from party drugs to cocaine to people. That’s where you had come in.

“Are you sure you want to do this noona?” The man before you asked as soon as the door shut. “You could get stabbed, or shot, or raped…oh my god this could end so fucking badly”

His teeth worried at his lip, the metal of his piercing hit against his teeth but he didn’t notice. He never did when he got anxious.

You tutted at him and walked over to where he stood. You looped a hand around his neck, urging him to look down at you and used your thumb to pull his bottom lip from between his teeth.

“Breathe Bun,” you said gently, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

His shoulders sagged and he dropped his head into your shoulders. He took a deep breath, shuddering a bit when he exhaled.

“ I don’t want to do this noona, I don’t want any of this. I just want to go back to art school” he said with a whine, a petulant pout on his lips. You resisted the urge to coo at him.

“I know bun, but it’s only for a little while hm? Just until your hyung gets back right?”

“Mhm hm” he mumbled, not ready to lift his head from the comfort of your warmth.

“So just let Noona do this so you can get it out the way in time to finish your project hm?”

He sighed against you and wrapped his hands tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Time was going, but he needed the tactile comfort to ground him and so you let him have it for a few more minutes.

“Okay, now put your poker face on and let’s go do a drug heist Kook”

The plan was simple. You, Jungkook and the other dragons were supposed to meet up with some lackeys from D Town who had been interested enough in the “sexy foreigner” they had seen Jungkook parade around with to strike a deal with their mortal enemies. 15 kilos of pure white booger sugar for one night with you is what they offered.

It was insulting to think that they thought you had fallen for such a ruse.They knew that Seokjin wouldn’t have fallen for it, that’s why they waited until Jungkook had taken the reins. Jungkook might have been younger and less experienced, but he was no fool.

You would meet them and the specified location, demand a show of the product and then when they asked for you in return, the dragons would kill them and take the coke. It was foolproof, or at least it had been until the sky decided that it was the perfect time to burst and started to rain.

The dragons had the D town boys surrounded, guns drawn and pointed right at their heads. The sudden downpour had thrown everyone off-kilter and in the blink of an eye, you had found yourself with a knife to your throat and a gun pressed to your hip.

“LET HER GO YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT”

Jungkook yelled over the clap of thunder that rolled overhead.

“ONE MORE STEP AND I KILL THE BITCH AND YOU” the man screamed.

Jungkook froze in his spot a glare on his face to conceal the dread he truly felt about the situation.

The man started backing away with you in tow only to freeze when he bumped into a hard chest. The smell of newports and the tiniest hint of…tangerine? Hit you both at the same time and you felt the man holding you start quivering.

“Having a bit of fun without me Jaehyuck?” came a low, deep voice; words gravely as if he hadn’t spoken all day.

“N-no Ag- n-no sir” he replied, hands trembling so much that he dropped the knife

“Really? Because it looks to me like you stole my product and tried to buy someone with it…” he spat.

The heel of his boots clicked on the paved rooftop as he circled the man holding you.

“What are my two rules Jaehyuck?” He asked, no demanded.

“N-never involve w-women and children s-sir”

“Now unless I’ve completely lost sight in my right eye and my left one has decided to start playing tricks on me… that’s a woman you’re holding…is it not?”

The man let go of you immediately, falling to his knees to plead with the man looking down at him with utter disgust.

You should have grabbed the coke and run over to Jungkook while they were both distracted, but you just couldn’t look away from your dark saviour.

You watched enthralled as he reached into the pocket of his coat, and you braced yourself for him to take out a gun of some sort; only to be confused when he pulled out a pair of red chopsticks instead.

The man seemed to recognize the utensils though, in fact, he seemed terrified of them.

“Beg for forgiveness.” Said the scarred man.

“I’m so s-sorry s-“

“Not from me you imbecile, from her”

To his credit, the man did beg for your forgiveness with so much sincerity and desperation that you almost felt sorry for him. But Scarface didn’t care. He used his chopstick on Jaehyuck in ways you had never seen before, ways you hadn’t known were possible. It should have scared you, but you had never felt more intrigued by a singular person in your entire life .

And when he was done, he held his chopsticks out so the rain could wash them off, bowed to you and offered you the coke as an apology (not that you weren’t going to take it either way) and turned to leave.

“Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, a bit winded from the adrenaline pumping through your veins

“Agust” he said “Agust D”

🥢🥢 🥢

“Agust” (as you came to know later)had been in the process of taking over the D- boys when you had your little run-in with them. He was keen on changing the way things worked in the gang, determined to make sure his rule was never questioned or contested. Killing Jaehyuck for not only undermining his authority but threatening to jeopardise the partnership he had been working to establish with the dragons through Jin was his first step in doing so.

Now, 5 years later, Agust had the largest cities in Korea, Seoul included, trembling under the weight of his thumb. He had long since created an alliance with the dragons and went on to take over when both Jin and Jungkook wanted out.

He owned almost everything and everyone. What were once periodic whispers of his name became incessant screams, loud enough that everyone knew it.

Still, very few people knew what Agust looked like. Sure they knew his name, knew who he was but he rarely showed his face in public, the threat of his existence was potent enough that he didn’t have to.

Still, in Seoul, walls could talk and they loved to gossip. And so everyone knew that “Agust D '' had a scar over his right eye and could kill people with his bare hands and a pair of chopsticks. August’s favourite part of his partial anonymity was the theories about how he got his scar. Some say he got it in an underground fight, others said he had been cut with glass in prison and the truly bold suggested that he had done it himself. They were all wrong, but they were fun to listen to.

When Agust did show his face, it was usually in a setting like you were in right now. A conference room full of lawyers being debriefed on his latest transgressions and how they would be expected to handle it, had he ever gotten caught.

The funny thing about Agust is that no matter who he bought or for how long he bought them, he never recruited a police officer or any member of the judiciary at all for that matter. He loved the rush he got from winning a trial simply because he had a good legal team; that he had you on his team. He liked knowing that he could win fair and square There was something so fascinating…so attractive about the way that you made an airtight case against the prosecution, how you played the jury like a puppet master in your… in his favour.

To this day, you had only lost once, a petty crime charge of aggravated assault for one of the boys. It should have rolled off your back because he, like almost everyone you represented, had been guilty. But there was something about the way Jisoo looked at you in that courtroom as if she knew she had won before the trial even began, as if she was better than you that fueled your thirst to be the best lawyer Seoul had ever seen, even if just out of pure spite.

🥢🥢🥢

There was something about the way Agust could command a room that made you feel hot all over. There was something about the way he spoke, calm, collected, controlled as if words were nothing but a nuisance to him and he had made them his bitch.

His presence filled any room no matter how big or small it was and his demeanour was enough to make even the most insolent of individuals sit with their backs straight. Fuck, he made you feel the need to sit straight.

You tried to pay attention as he spoke, but your mind could only focus on how his plump lips wrapped around his words. How his tongue darted out at intervals to wet his lips, how his fingers twirled the chopsticks he held between them as he paced the room. You couldn't help but stare at his hands, hands that had done unspeakable horrors to scores of people, hands that had dealt unspeakable pleasures to you.

You’ve officially zoned out. You hear no words, no shuffling of paper; your brain blocks out everything that isn’t Agust or your memories of him so much so that you don’t realise that the meeting is over until the heavy double doors bang shut. Almost instantaneously, the smell of cigarettes wafts towards you and you look up to see him standing beside you.

You swallow thickly.

“How was the meeting Y/N?” he asks you, taking a long, slow drag from his cigarette.

“Good.” you lied “It was good.”

“Hm,” he hummed. “ So what do you think Dongshik’s chances are on that murder charge?”

You clear your throat. “ I have full confidence that Jimin can get the charges dropped or at the very least, get him out on bail” you reply carefully, praying you didn’t sound as unsure as you felt.

Agust chuckled before spinning you around in your chair to face him and leaning over you so that your faces were mere inches apart.

“Good try baby, but “Dongshik” is one of your paralegals, not one of the dragons. The only crime he’s committing is wearing that God-awful fake Dior cologne.”

Shit.

“What's got you so distracted, hm pretty girl?” he asked, running his left index finger along your jaw.

Your breath hitched. “N-nothing, I’m just a little tired,” you replied, clenching your thighs together.

Agust narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth forming a straight line. Unamused. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before he puts it on one of the ashtrays on the long table.

He looks you up and down, gazee burning against your skin as his eyes rake over you, arms crossed against his chest.

“You know better than to insult my intelligence like that don’t you Y/N?” he asks, clearly not expecting an answer.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him “ You think I couldn’t see you squirming? That I couldn't see you clench those thighs for all they’re worth?”

His eyes were intense, just like everything else about him was but you fought defiantly to maintain eye contact with him.

“ I did no such thing” you retorted, much to his displeasure. He scoffed.

“You’re such a brat you know that? Such a big fucking brat.” he said shaking his head. “Stand up.”

You don't move, much to his annoyance.

He takes a deep breath and brings his right hand down to your throat, not squeezing hard enough to hurt, but applying enough pressure to get your heart racing and to know how serious he was.

“I’ll say it again once. Stand. Up.”

You obey this time, looking up at him as you rise from your seat, hand still wrapped snugly around your neck.

He releases you once you’re completely upright on your feet and sits in your chair. He taps the space on the table in front of him and you take the hint and sit.

He runs his hands up and down the length of your thighs and your legs part almost on instinct. He gets a view of your underwear, the dark red in the centre from how wet you were and hisses.

“See why you shouldn’t lie to me, baby? Because no matter what you come up with in that pretty little head of yours, your body will always tell me the truth, hm?”

He hikes your pencil skirt up to your waist and pushes your thighs further apart and your body arches towards him on instinct. He brings his head down to kiss at the sensitive skin and you barely hold back a scream when he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. He runs his tongue over the bite and you whine. He pulls away to look up at you

“What kind of behaviour is this hm? The big bad Y/N making such a mess on this table? Aren’t you a bit embarrassed to be reacting like this hm? Dripping all over me as if I didn’t fuck you senseless just yesterday.” he says bringing a hand to your core and pulling your underwear to the side.

You roll your hips forward and resist the urge to bring your hands to cover your face because he was right. He did fuck you senseless less than 24 hours ago, but Agust was more addictive than any combination of drugs he sold. He was toxic, mean…evil if you were to consider anything he did with your moral compass…but you needed him. He might have been cruel to everyone and everything else, but he was good, so, so good to your pussy.

He pushes a finger into you, the cool metal of his ring grazing against your walls. He adds another and your eyes roll back and your head falls back. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, your wetness making obscene noises as you clench around his digits. The pressure builds up in your pussy embarrassingly quickly and your orgasm is so close you can practically taste it. You roll your hips forward to meet every thrust of his fingers urging him to go faster. And of course, in the most Agsust fashion ever, he slows down.

He pulls his fingers out of you, your juices running down to his palm and he meets your eyes as he licks them both. The sight is obscene and incredibly hot and it sends you surging forward to put your lips on his.

The kiss is a desperate tangle of tongues and the occasional clashing of teeth. It's wet and messy and it makes every nerve ending in your body stand on edge. Your hand makes its way around his neck and you pull away from him.

“I need you to fuck me,” you say simply. Chest heaving against the silk of your blouse, three buttons somehow missing from the expensive top.

He glares up at you and rips your hand from his neck.

“I don't take fucking orders from you” he spits as he flips you over on the table, face down and ass towards him. “But I'll give it to you just this once, and only because I want to feel you cum on my dick”.

With that, he pulls your underwear down and pushes into you in one go, ripping a scream from your throat as your walls struggle to accommodate him. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough and punishing and you can't help the moans that escape you.

“Youre so fucking tight every. Single. Time.” he groans, punctuating his sentence with his thrusts.

He grabs onto your braids, pulling your head back so he could push his tongue into your mouth. His hips start moving impossibly faster, and you can do nothing but moan brokenly against his lips.

He brings his hand down to your clit and rubs it, and your eyes blow wide open and you scream.

“Yoongi please.” you beg.

His hips stuttered in shock.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

Your eyes widen as you realise what had slipped out of your mouth. Agust had told you his real name years ago but you had never used it. Sure you had practised the way it felt on your tongue in secret but you had never felt brave enough to say it.

“I’m s-sorry,” you say in between moans

“Don’t apologize- fuck it sounds so good when you say it.” he moans out, picking his pace up once more “ Say it again.” he demands “ tell me who this pussy belongs to baby”

“YOONGI!” you scream, tears streaming freely down your face “ It’s all yours Yoongi please”

“That’s right. Thats fucking right” Yoongi replies. “I can feel you clenching around me, do you want to cum baby?”

“Fuck yes, Yoongi please let me cum” you begged.

Yoongi gives you one last particularly hard thrust and your entire body convulses as your orgasm washes over you.

“That’s it, baby, cum for daddy.” he guides you as he slows his thrusts down to barely their pace as you come apart around him.

His orgasm follows yours almost immediately and he spills into you, sending a combination of your juices running down your legs.

He runs his hand along your back as you go limp against him, recovering from your high and places a gentle kiss on your forehead and he pulls your underwear back up.

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As rough as Yoongi is with you whenever you have sex, his gentleness after the fact always negates it.

As bad as Yoongi was for you, he simply made you feel too good.

Deep down, you knew Yoongi loved you in his own twisted way, and you loved him too. But neither of you was willing to admit that out loud. Instead, what existed between you was an unspoken agreement of ownership. You were Yoongi’s just as much as he was yours.

Of course, you saw something more with Yoongi than just fucking him, and it would b unfair to say that was all your relationship was.

Maybe you would've brought it up if you weren't so enthralled by him. If you weren’t so distracted every time he touched you.

Yoongi was everything you did not tolerate, and yet you tolerated him so well.

Yoongi was nothing but death, sex and bad vibes.

Maybe you were insane.

Or maybe you were just dickmatized.

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kirihotto · 1 year

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Stay PT.2 {Suga X Reader 18+}

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→ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Friends to Lovers

→ Summary: You and Yoongi have been friends since high school. Busy adult life means seeing friends less and less. His roommate's departure date and your week off, line up. You plan to spend a few free days with Yoongi. Catching up like old times.

→ Word Count PT.2: 1 584

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 03/22/23

Inspiration: Ari Abdul - Stay

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A/N: Plz read part 1! it adds so much more to the story.

"W-wait." I did it. Finally calling out to him. Grabbing his fist that sat now on his lap. As I clung on desperately. Like I knew I had wanted to for years but was too scared. He shot me back a gaze I couldn't understand. But that slight blush and awkward look away told me all I needed to know. He was embarrassed. And it was fucking adorable. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to have grown claws, making me cling to him. Our thighs touching. Breaking the distance between us. Finally, My small voice broke through the fear and the now silent room. "Uhm.. sorry. About this. I had no idea what this show was about. I didn't bother to check the rating.. Listen. We've been close for a while."

Yoongi shot me a confused yet worried look. in no attempt to leave. I'm sure he wasn't expecting what was going to come out of my mouth next. Honestly. Neither did I.

"I picked this show. And uhm.. It's my fault your.. Y know.. So. Teach me how?" ok really what the fuck. I sound desperate.

"What?" Yoongi cleared his throat.

"T-teach me how to give a blow job."

"A-are you insane?" Yoongi grunted. His cheeks lighting up in flames of pink as he turned away from me. I stared at him and nodded. He sighed and sat up right. He faced me again. I finally let my tight grip go. To my surprise he chuckled. "Really? Alright. Fine. but why me?"

"Uh- because you're the only guy I'm close to." Lies. I knew it as soon as I met him again. The floodgates were opened. What was behind the gates? My feelings. My longing. I liked him. More than a friend. Though. This wasn't what I had planned at all. My nasty desires got the better of me. Yoongi shook his head slightly with a smirk. I guess he had assumed I was joking. Again he tried to escape me. Until I slid my way onto the floor in front of his now closed legs.

"You.." Yoongi hissed out slightly. His brows furrowed, blush returning. He covered his mouth with his ringed fingers. He locked eyes with me. Looking down on me. Before he opened his legs. A bulge slightly visible. "You're really not joking are you?"

I didn't say anything, other than using my body language. Fluttering my eyelids up at him. Putting myself between his legs. My hands wander slowly up his thighs. Gliding across the rips in his jeans. He hissed out a mumble I didn't catch. Totally clueless I attempted to pleasure his cries. Rubbing over him through his jeans. His breath hitched once I finally reached his now obvious bulge. Undoing his zipper, sliding his jeans down and off his muscled legs by his command.

"haa.. Mm. go ahead. Feel your way through it." Yoongi moaned out slightly. A gaze I never would have expected to see. A fiery desperate longing. His dark sharp eyes met mine for the first time since we had started this. Long hairs dangled in his vision, as he swiped it back with a hand. The other rested on the waist of his boxers. I knew now that I would finish this. His member stood nearly straight up from my toying. Yoongi hissed at the sudden feeling. The way that I had control over how he was reacting. Let alone he was reacting like this because of me. Pumping it a few times I laid kisses at the tip. Before attempting to finish the job. Yoongi's back arched slightly as he tried to control himself. Though really he seemed to be enjoying this. So was I. The way he seemed to crave more from me. He sat up slightly. " ah. Easy."

"S-sorry.." I mumbled out. I had heard him but damn he was so fine. Sitting here in his boxers and hoodie. His chest rising and falling between heavy lust filled breaths. My eyes locked on him. He let out a cocky smirk. One I hadn't seen before. Nor did I know its intent. I just went for it. Taking his tip in my mouth.

"W-wait." He had called out between breaths. I was too far gone. This was something I never knew would happen. Or these feelings. Honestly it was a lot more fun than expected. As much as I was struggling, so was he. Fitting the tip in my mouth. Using my other hand to help. Yoongi sat with the back of his slender hand over his mouth. "Fuck.."

Moving my tongue about as I tried new things. Which were apparently working. Having slowed down for a moment to catch my breath. His cold hands pushed my hair from the sides of my face. Resting at the back of my head, his hands not forcing their way. Just gliding through my hair. The butterflies clawing at my stomach again. leaning down a little. His hands helped my movement. He leaned back again on the leather couch. The TV screen lit up the otherwise dark room. Yoongi gnawed at his bottom lip, pulling my hair in his clenched hands slightly.

"Fuck~" He released it in my mouth. Wow. That was an experience. His sides heaving. A salty taste filled my mouth. Yoongi sat with his eyes shut leaning back for a moment, panting, hands at his sides. His thighs shook upon my hold on them for balance. Sitting back up in a hurry. Yoongi yelped, holding a hand under my mouth. His cheeks flushed. "Wait, don't swallow that-"

"I didnt wanna uhm..spill.." I said after he scanned my face. Wiping away what had remained on my face. Yoongi's face pinked again once my face was cleaned. He cleared his throat and sat up right again. His hoodie covering his boxers. What.. Did I just do.. Yoongi and I sat in silence. Blush dancing across our faces. Mine certainly more so than his. Honestly I love him. I don't want this to be a one time thing. I stood back up and attempted to leave. Until Yoongi's hand quickly latched onto my wrist.

"I need you to stay. Please.. Don't leave again." Yoongi begged. I had never seen him so longful. Against my pride crashing around me, I listened. After all, Friends talked things through. I sat down next to him. My heart is still racing from the feeling. That clawing was lust. Me lusting after Yoongi.

"I won't leave. I'm not mad it was my idea and-!" My sentence. What was I saying? None of that mattered. Once Yoongi's lips met mine. Hushing my thoughts. His hand resting at the side of my face. Though it was a quick simple kiss. His sharp eyes searched seemingly forever in mine. His eyes fluttered from my lips back to my eyes. Another kiss. His tongue soon explored mine in dance. Sliding my hands across his slender shoulders. Yoongi's snaked down to my hips, pulling me onto his lap. Until finally we were both out of breath. He smirked at me and squeezed my hips slightly. Causing a sudden moan to rip through my throat.

"It's my turn to help you." Yoongi smirked again, focusing his gaze toward me. It wasn't long before I felt a bulge under me. Rocking my hips back and forth on his lap. A quick peck to my lips, he held my hips still. "Mngg.. may I..?"

After asking he tugged at the skirt of my small black dress. Looking away, I nodded. One of my hands covering my mouth. The other rested on his shoulder. My chest now rising and falling quicker. Some shuffling about for a moment his hand dipped to my back. Holding me up. Bringing his way to sexy of a hand up to his mouth. Yoongi bit down on one of the silver rings that decorated his hands. Pulling them off with his teeth as he set them next to him. Yoongi's sharp lustful gaze explored mine. It had taken me an honest minute to grasp why he was doing such a thing. Until his cold de-ringed hands snaked up my thighs. Past my black skirt his hands explored me. My moans seemed to be echoing about the large room. While he toyed with me under my skirt he kissed me. Exploring my mouth more as I sinfully moaned out slurs I'd never know of. This had gotten hot and heavy fast. And it was fucking great.

"Oh fuck~"

"Mm. you ready for me?" Yoongi asked, pulling my thighs toward him. Being hit with his bulge against me. He chuckled slightly and slid his tongue across his teeth. Raising my hips as I nearly looked down at him. The claws in my stomach were going wild. Something in between nervous and about to lose it. Yoongi slowly eased inside me. Resting for a moment. Pressing my frame against his lean one. His hoodie would have been ripped to shreds if I had a full on manicure. Slowly through our panting he rocked my hips slowly. "I got you."

From even rocking my hips I could feel him. His heat, His breath, his scent, His intense gaze... that alone got me turned on. The way his eyes wandered my frame. Sliding my hands down his muscled frame as he kept me upright and stable. Resting at his abs I held myself as he thrusted into me. Hair falling in his gaze. Our moans in sync.

"Mng~ Yoongi~" I moaned out his name as I unraveled against him. His teeth gritted he painted my walls moments after. We both sat out of breath. Before he kissed me again. This one filled with serenity rather than longing. He swiped his hair back neatly, holding my hips again. Helping me stand up between his legs. A few stray trails of cum traced down my legs. God this was embarrassing. Clearly he had noticed. Rather than feeling embarrassed for myself I peered through his hoodie. Only to be met with muscle. After exchanging stares Yoongi chuckled. "Want to see, do you?"

"I- uhm.. Yes.." I blurted out. He shook his head with a gummy smile. A small huff and his dark hoodie flew over his head. His chest rising and falling. The silver chain now really the only clothing he was wearing up top. His scent of spice and alcohol washed over me. "Wow.."

"Ha. looks like we'll both be sleeping in my room then?~" Yoongi spoke softly and slyly. Pulling my hips toward him. As I gawked at his pale toned abs.

"Looks like we're more than just friends huh?"

"If you want me to be yours. I won't say no."

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