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kookscrescent · 5 years ago

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Performance Evaluation (m) │ myg

➤ pairing│Yoongi x female reader ➤ summary│After the guy you’d gone out with for a few weeks, suddenly dumps you after you’ve slept with him, you want to know if your bedroom skills are the root of the problem, and there’s only one person you really want to turn to to find out. But unfortunately for you, he’s gay. So he sends you to the next best person. Min Yoongi. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, college au, fuckboy au ➤ warnings│smut, protected sex, oral (male and female receiving), dirty talk, vulgar language, a homosexual Jimin makes an appearance because why not, Yoongi is a bit of an arrogant shit but we still love him, also a little bit of fluff cuz I can’t help myself, aaaand if you squint a little bit of angst ➤ word count│6.7k│semi edited ➤ release date│November 9th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist

You storm through your front door, your blood boiling with rage and sadness. “Am I totally undatable?!”

Jimin eyes you cynically from his spot on the couch, the half-eaten slice of pizza hanging inches from his mouth. “What are you talking about?” He doesn’t spare you another glance, taking a bit of the pizza and returning his attention to the tv in front of him.

You slump down next to him with a huff. “He dumped me. He really fucking dumped me.”

This however makes Jimin sit up straighter, his eyes now focusing solemnly on you. “Why? I thought you said he like you and things were going great.”

“So did I!” You shriek, throwing your hands in the air. “We’d been hanging out a lot, going on countless dates. And you know how I like to hold out on sex?” You pause for Jimin to answer.

“Yeah, you like to get to know the guy first blah blah…”

You glare at him, “Like that’s such a bad thing! But not the point here.”

“Then what is the point?” He grins with his mouth full of pizza.

“The point is, that after six weeks of dating, we finally had sex.”

Jimin’s eyes goes as wide as teacups, his mouth practically falling to the floor. “Six weeks?!! What are you a prude?”

“Jimin!” You kick the side of his leg, a yelp of pain coming from him. “I am not a prude! I lost my virginity when I was 17!”

He snorts, “So? That doesn’t mean you can’t be a prude.”

“Jimin, come on! Stop being an ass.” You whine. “This isn’t funny. Why would he dump me straight after he’s slept with me?”

A knot forms in your chest at the sudden thought of him just wanting you for sex. But why would he do that? All the dates you went on didn’t indicate him being that kind of person.

You catch Jimin looking blankly at the wall behind you, so much that it makes you turn around to see what he is looking at.

“What are you staring at?” You question.

“Maybe you’re bad in bed.”

“I am not bad in bed!” You gasp offended.

“How do you know?”

“I… I… I am not bad in bed, okay!”

“Fine.”

Silence falls over the living room, as Jimin goes back to watching tv like he hasn’t just claimed that you are bad in bed. How would he even know that? You’ve never slept with him! He can’t make such a statement without having anything to base it on!

“How dare you say I’m bad in bed!” You protest loudly.

“I didn’t say you were. I just posed it as a possibility for why he might have dumped you.”

“But what if you’re right huh? You’ve now planted the thought in my mind, how am I supposed to get it out?! It’s going to be etched in there for eternity!”

Casually, he shrugs. “What if you just call him and ask him?”

“No chance in hell!” That would be downright embarrassing. You might as well also show up on his doorstep completely naked while you’re at it.

“Well maybe you cou-“

“You!” You gently grab him by the shirt, his entire body turning to you in shock. “You could help me find out!”

“How?” He hesitates, swatting your hands away.

“Let’s have sex!”

Jimin starts laughing the second the words have left your mouth. “Sorry sweetheart, but I don’t bat for your team.”

“Please!” You beg him. “You’re the cause of this, therefor it’s your responsibility.”

“No.”

“Oh come on, please please pleaseeeee!”

“Noooo ____! I’m not going to sleep with you!” He get up from the couch, strolling to the kitchen and coming back with two beers. He cracks them both open and hands you one. “I haven’t had sex with a woman since the night I lost my virginity in high school. That was conveniently also the same time I found out I was gay.”

With a pout you sip the beer. The bitter yet delicious taste making you sigh in relief. This is really what you need right now. You take another. “You’re supposed to be my best friend Jimin. This is what friends do for each other!”

He sits back down. “That’s funny, because I don’t remember that being a part of any of my other friendships. The answer is still no, ____.”

You can tell by the way his entire face has become stiff and his eyes darkened, that he means it, so you don’t press him further. Guess you just have to find out some other way.

Maybe you could trick one of your other friends into it?

Only seconds later Jimin surprises you by saying, “But I might know someone that is willing to help you find out.”

“What? Who?” Your attention has been grasped. You know that Jimin has a lot of straight and hot male friends, but you’ve never dared to make a move on any of them in fear of being turned down. They are all way out of your league.

“Yoongi.”

You almost spit your beer in his face. “Yoongi? As in Min Yoongi?”

Jimin wordlessly nods.

Not the guy you had in mind…

“The man is a womanizing whore, Jimin!” You retort, not at all happy with his answer. “He’s probably slept his way through the entirety of Seoul already!”

He leans forward, placing his beer on the table before turning to you. Slinging an arm across the back of the couch, he tugs one leg under the other. “I’m not disagreeing with you on that one, but that being said, it also means that he’s more than experienced and might have the answer you are looking for.”

Crossing your arms, you make a face of displeasure. Yoongi? Really? Couldn’t it have been anyone else. The guy is probably a walking STD.

“And besides, it’s not like you are looking to get into a relationship with him. You just want him to tell you if you’re bad in bed or not.” He shrugs twirling the string on his sweatpants.

“I guess…” you hesitate. “but what make you think he’d even say yes?”

“It’s sex.” He deadpans. “In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen or heard of him turning down sex.”

“Well that makes me feel wonderful.”

Aimlessly, you’ve been strolling back and forth in front of your living room window, to the point where wear marks are beginning to appear in the hardwood floor.

Yoongi is going to be here at any minute now, and your nerves are sitting on the outside of your clothes. This is a first for you. It’s not like you’re a virgin – far from it, but you like to get to know the guys you sleep with beforehand. You’ve never had a one-night stand before. Well aside from the time you lost your virginity to some guy named James in high school.

But what went down that night can barely be classified as having sex. More like two inexperienced people, desperately trying feel any kind of pleasure and working out how everything works.

You barely even know Yoongi. You’ve met him a few times through Jimin at parties, but the extent of your conversations have only been a short ‘hey’ or ‘bye’, and then he would always be sauntering off, his eyes on some girl – his first target of the night, and you wouldn’t see him again that night.

Obviously, he’s attractive, you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him extremely attractive, but the thought of you being another notch in his bedpost still doesn’t sit well with you.

Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe you are a prude…

The sound of a car door slamming down on the street, grabs your attention, your head swirling around to catch a glimpse of the back of Yoongi’s dark hair, before he locks his car and walks up the pathway to your apartment building.

A short footsteps later and there’s a knock on your front door.

Before you change your mind, your open it one swift move. On the other side, Yoongi stands with his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to side and a shit eating grin on his face.

“Hey there dud rod.”

The nervousness dissipates in an instant and all you wanna do is slam the door in his face, but you need this.

“Yoongi,” you bite your tongue to hold back on adding a few adjectives, choosing to be the bigger person and be friendly. You are going to be having sex with this man in a few minutes after all. “Come on in.”

Stepping aside, you let him in. He’s already been here a couple of times in the past when you and Jimin have had a party, so he knows his way around, and he acts on it, going straight to the living room and looking around.

Shutting the door, you follow his steps. You decide against sitting down, instead choosing to stand on the other side of the coffee table. “So…” you quietly say in a try to ease some of the tension, but Yoongi cuts straight to the chase.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“What?” you stagger.

“Your bedroom.” He repeats, rolling his eyes and standing.

“Why?”

“Don’t be coy, sweetheart,” he grins, his eyes filled with humor. “I’m here to judge your bedroom performance.”

God! Could he be more of a jerk? You feel humiliated enough as is that Jimin had to ask him to help you out with this.

Why, oh why couldn’t Jimin just have been straight for one night?

“I know why you’re here,” crossing your arms, you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. “I just thought we might talk… a little before we… you know.”

“Have sex. It’s not a dirty word ____.” He teases taking a step closer. “Why talk when we can just get down to business.”

“Uh… You know… T-To set some ground rules?”

Yoongi crosses his arms, giving you a funny look, his nose scrunching in disbelief. “Rules?” With a roll of his eyes, he takes a step forward, automatically making you take one back as well. “If this is what you do every time you’re about to have sex, then I think we found the problem.”

Clenching your hands into fist, you itch to reach out and punch that stupid grin off his face, but you have more class than that, and before you can react in any other way, Yoongi takes it upon himself to find your bedroom. Walking down the small hallway he opens each door till he eventually finds it.

“What am I about to get myself into,” you whisper to yourself, mentally trying to shake off your nerves before following him.

With hesitant steps, you close the door behind you, and you make sure to lock it. Jimin has promised to not come home until later, but just in case he does you make sure to lock the door. You even wiggle the handle to check.

Just to be sure.

Yoongi huffs a dark chuckle from the spot he’s taken on your bed, amused at the obvious state of nervousness you are in.

“Why are you so nervous? It’s just sex. If it wasn’t for Jimin’s detailed description of some of your earlier sexcapades, I would think you were a virgin.” He comments.

Wide eyed, you stare at him, your cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “Why would Jimin tell you about that?!”

“I gotta get something out of this.”

“You’re getting sex!” puffing your cheeks, you let out a harsh breath. “Sex that you for once don’t have to pay for.”

Yoongi pauses briefly, his head tilting in a way you’ve come to find very annoying. You have quickly learned that it’s what he does when he’s about to be an asshole.

“Well, even if you do turn out to be a bad lay, at least you’ll have your humor… oh wait? Shit, you don’t have that either.”

“Look,” you say sharply. “This is embarrassing enough for me as it is, okay. I don’t feel particularly great about having to ask some guy I barely know to have sex with me, to find out if I’m any good. So could you possibly not make me feel worse than I already do?!”

Leaning back on his hands, he stares at you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, his eyes softening the slightest bit. “I’m not trying to embarrass you; I’m just giving it to you straight, like you want me too. No pun intended.” He laughs shortly.

Groaning, you run both hands through your hair frustrated and annoyed, taking deep breaths you hope to cool down.

“I’ve never done this sort of thing before, okay.”

“Never done what before?”

You hesitate for a moment. Suddenly the fact that you’ve never had a one-night stand before, is a little embarrassing to admit out loud to someone who’s main occupation is hopping from bed to bed. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before, okay.”

“What?!” He blurts in surprise, jolting forward. “How can you never have had a one-night stand before!?”

Annoyed you huff at his arrogance. “Well excuse the fact that I usually like to get to know the men I’m going to sleep with, beyond just their name.”

The frustration and humiliation are about to get the better of you. Why are you even doing this is the first place? It’s stupid! So what if you even are bad in bed? That’s not a valid reason to break up with someone… is it?

Is it too late to become a nun?

Turning you back to Yoongi, you step towards to door, you hand on the doorknob ready to let him out. “Look,” you begin but stop as you hear the bed creaking and Yoongi’s footsteps coming towards you. Before you know it, you can feel him behind you, his chest pressed up against your back. He rests his hands on your hips, pressing you back against him further.

“No, you look,” he whispers, his breath hot against the side of your neck.

“Uh… I-“ the words you were about to tell him gets lost, your mind completely blanking for any rational words. The only thing you can focus on right now, is the feeling of Yoongi pressed against your back side, and his soft lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“Stop talking. You might not have don’t this before, but I have.” He spins you around so fast you have to grab his shoulders to not fall flat on your ass. “Now, I’m going to do what I normally do, and I suggest you do the same.”

Taking a step closer, he squeezes your hips before once before running his hands up the length of your body, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin on your neck and into your hair. You barely get to register the feeling of his hands before his lips crash onto yours in a heavy kiss.

Instantly you freeze, your lips forgetting how to kiss, but it doesn’t faze Yoongi one bit. He takes the lead, moving his lips against yours as his fingers dig deeper into your hair and tilting your head to the side for a better angle.

It’s only when his tongue swipes your bottom lip, that you kick into action and finally kiss him back, melting into the kiss with a soft sigh. You relax, the anxiety and the nerves slowly dissipating.

Pressing you up against the door, he licks your bottom lip again, seeking entrance which you gladly allow him. Your tongues battling for dominance, but you quickly surrender, instead focusing your energy on savoring the feeling and running your hands through his hair, tugging lightly at the soft strands. It draws a low growl from his throat, a sound so animalistic and a sound that goes straight between your legs. You do it again, wanting to hear it for the second time.

It works. He growls, pressing you harder into the door as both of his hands leave your hair to grasp you under your ass.

“Jump,” he commands against you lips.

You comply without question. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms encircling his neck, your tongues continuing to explore each other.

He’s already hard, the feeling of his bulge beneath his jeans setting your insides on fire and making you slightly eager to get things moving. You squirm in his hold, your breast squished against his firm chest, and a sweet hum of satisfaction leaves your lips when he rubs against you in just the right place.

Spinning around, Yoongi carries you to the bed, dropping you on to it. First, you are confused. He just threw you onto the bed like you were yesterday’s old shirt, but secondly, you are turned on. No one has ever thrown you on the bed like that before. Each of your past lovers have always handled you like you were a piece of porcelain that could break at any second.

This is a nice change. A change you didn’t know you liked until now.

Before crawling on the bed with you, Yoongi discards his shirt, throwing it on the floor and leaving you to stare at his firm abs.

Your fingers itch to reach out and touch them, just to see if it’s an illusion or if they really are as hard and firm as they look from where you’re lying.

“Stop drooling and take off your shirt.”

Now your fingers itch to punch him in the face. “You’re an asshole.”

But yet you find yourself complying to his command, your shirt landing on the floor next to his. He crawls on the bed making you lay down till he’s full above you, his arms cascading you in. He lowers himself, his arms taking most of his weight and his lips going straight to your neck. His nips at your skin, his teeth lightly grazing over your pulse point, his tongue swiping over the same place to soothe the sting that follows his bite.

You can’t help the moan that escapes you, the feeling of his lips moving on your neck going straight to your core. You reach up, roughly combing your fingers through his hair and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Eager?” He smirks into the kiss.

You’re done wasting time and being timid and nervous. The thought of why you are really doing this is the last thing on your mind.

“Just get on with i-“ Your words gets swallowed by a low moan as he grounds his hips against you.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, working down your body instead. He leaves open mouthed kisses down the base of your throat and between your breasts. With his hand he raises you off the bed slightly, enough for him to reach under you and open your bra.

It lands on the floor in seconds, his mouth not wasting any time in taking one of your nipples between his lips and sucking.

“Oh,” you breathlessly gasp.

He sucks harder, his tongue rapidly flicking over your erect nipple while the firmly grasps your other breast with his hand.

You buck against him, your hips meeting and causing him to groan around your breast. His mouth and hand switch places, his lips lacing around your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other got.

You are becoming impatient, your mind and body filling with the familiar feelings of ecstasy. You need more. You want more. All you can think about is wanting to see what he’s sporting beneath those tight jeans.

Speaking of jeans, you reach down, hurriedly fumbling with the button, your fingers keeps slipping each time Yoongi flicks his tongue over your nipple, but eventually you get it undone and the zipper follows till you can push his pants down his hips.

With a pop Yoongi’s mouth leaves your breast and he sits back on his haunches before you can do anything further. He smirks, eyeing your naked upper body and the small red patches he has sucked into your skin. A hum slips from his pink lips.

You expect him to make some snark comment, but he doesn’t, instead he quickly rids you of your jeans, leaving you in only your panties.

“Black lace,” he huffs. “How basic are you?”

You roll your eyes, lifting yourself up on your elbows. “If you are so against my black underwear, why don’t you just take them off?”

With no further warning he does just that. Ripping your panties down the middle, the flimsy material hanging off his pointer finger where he twirls it arrogantly, before flinging it over his shoulder. On instinct you close your legs only to have Yoongi pry them back open. A heaty look in his eyes.

“Don’t go shy on me now, babygirl.” He drawls, slipping down between your legs, his mouth inches from where you crave him the most.

Lazily, he runs a finger down your slit, your arousal coating his finger. He brings the glistening digit to his mouth and sucking it clean, his tongue peeking out teasingly – wordlessly speaking of what he can do with it. The vision, igniting something deeper inside you and you have to close your eyes for moment. You could just about cum at the sight if you really concentrated.

But you don’t even get to take a breath before Yoongi drags his tongue up your soaked core, before wrapping his lips around your clit. Your eyes flutter shut as a whimper floats into the air. Blindly, your hands search for something to grab onto, anything they can reach and Yoongi’s hair is the first thing they make contact with. Pulling at his hair, he allows you to control his movements, his tongue slowly circling your clit before he drags it down to your entrance.

Again, with slow and precise movements, he pushes his tongue inside you, the intrusion making you arch into his mouth. No sooner, his tongue leaves you and you are about to protest and beg him to keep going, but your words get caught when he substitutes his tongue for two of his fingers.

A whimpered ‘oh fuck’ rushes over your lips, your eyes opening to look at the scene between your legs. His fingers are buried inside you – knuckles deep, and his tongue is now busy flicking across your sensitive bud at the same fast speed as his fingers inside you.

It doesn’t take very long for you to feel your orgasm building. The combination of his fingers and tongue being almost too much.

He’s had some practice, that’s for sure!

He hums around you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the sound vibrates through you. You choke back a moan. You are dangerously close to cuming.

You push at the top of his head, “Wait, wait, wait! Shit!” You pant trying to gather your thoughts.

He slows down, his fingers still buried inside you, slowly stroking your inner walls. His chin is glistening with your arousal. “Don’t tell me that I’m the first guy about to make you cum?” he teases, lips ghosting over you lower lips.

“Get off your high horse, you jerk.” You roll your eyes. “I-I want to cum with you inside me.”

“And you will,” he promises, his eyes turning dark. “After I make you cum around my fingers.”

Two seconds after he’s spoken, he speeds up his fingers, curling them just the right amount while his lips suck wildly around your clit. You throw your head back on a loud moan, not even caring that your neighbors might hear you.

“Oh fuck, of fuck, oh fuck!” You moan repeatedly, tipping over the edge as your orgasm hits you full force, your body shaking.

When he’s sure that he’s stroked every last bit of your orgasm out of you, he gets off the bed, kicking off his shoes and his jeans falling the rest of the way to the floor. He is about to pull down his boxers, but you stop him.

Both of you surprised by your actions but for different reasons. He thinks you are about to stop him and leave him high and dry, but instead you get up and push him down on the bed.

Enjoying the look of shock on his face, you crawl on top of him before any doubts can set in. Crashing your lips together, you grind down on his clothed cock. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, your sudden dominance clearly turning him on as you feel him harden.

You rock against him, your nails scraping down his chest to the waistband of his boxers. Gently, you run the tip of your fingers under the band, your kiss never breaking. You tease his skin, dipping your finger a little lower only to retract it and do it all over again.

Yoongi groans, his hands taking a hold of your ass, pressing you down on him further. “Dangerous game you’re playing right now.” He warns.

“Maybe I like a little danger.” You whisper hazy, a sudden burst of confidence rolling over you.

Burying your face in his neck, you suck harshly on the skin there, making sure to leave behind a few bruises of your own. This might be a one time thing, but you are intent on making him remember this, making him remember you. You are not going to be another nameless face on his bed post.

Your lips continue downwards, kissing a trail of wet kisses down his chest and over his firm abs till your reach the line of his boxers.

In a teasing manner you bite the waistband, your tongue sneaking out and skimming over the light patch of hair he keeps there. Your palms gliding up the inside of his thighs and settling over his bulge.

“Shit,” He clenches his jaw, feeling the pleasure build, all his blood rushing to his cock at one touch.

All those sounds you were making seconds ago, have worked him into a frenzy. His hunger for something more taking over. He wants to see you lips wrapped around his cock.

You make quick work of taking off his boxers, his cock springing into view. You are surprised to see that he’s bigger than the average guy. Still he isn’t the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Like what you see?” He grins, his arm sneaking behind his neck for a better view.

Instead of answering him, you return his grin, lowering your head and pressing kisses from the tip and all the way down the shaft. You repeat the process until you reach his tip again, your tongue teasing the underside of his crown.

“Fuck me!” his deep grunt only spurs you to do it again.

Grasping him with one hand, you wrap your lips around his cock, taking him as far as you can. The taste of pre cum hitting your tongue and making you sigh around him at the bitter yet sweet taste. Your hand makes up for the portion you can’t reach with your mouth, your fingers tightening around his base as you find the perfect combination. His hips buck against you, his cock sliding further into your mouth and almost making you gag.

“Shit!” he curses, tangling his fingers in your hair.

Oh, how you love the power you have right now. You love that way you have the ability to drive him wild with just the touch of your mouth. The look on his face is almost illegal. The way he throws his head back against the pillows every time you flick your tongue over the tip of his cock, the way he holds his breath as a way to control himself to not blow his load in your mouth too early.

Way too soon for your liking, he stops you. Grasping the side of your face, pulling you off him and before you know it, you’re back to laying on your back with Yoongi sitting between your open legs.

His eyes speaking of sins and lust.

Wide eyed, you stare at him. In your jaw there’s a subtle ache, but the ache between your legs overrule the one in your jaw.

Yoongi grabs you by the back of your thighs, dragging you down the bed until your ass comes in contact with his thighs. You feel his cock against the inside of your thigh, and instinctively you clench around nothing, the ache flaming up.

You are not going to lie, having your legs spread wide like this with Yoongi staring straight at your exposed core, makes your somewhat nervous and excited at the same time.

You are excited to see for yourself if he really is as good as the claims he really is, but you nervous and scared to find out if your skills in the bedroom really are the problem to why you got dumped.

Yoongi sees the change in your eyes, “Last chance to back out.” He warns you, before reaching past you to the nightstand where he grabs the familiar foil packet. He must have put it there when you were still in the living room.

He’s giving you an out? “No,” you shake your head. “I wanna do this.”

“Thank fuck.” He breaths relieved, ripping the packet open with his teeth and seething himself with the latex.

His hand reaches between you. With one hand he spreads your legs even further apart and with the other he guides the head of his cock to your dripping entrance.

A shiver runs down your spine and you allow your eyes to flutter closed when you feel him press inside you. Each inch stretching you out, a burn of pleasure and pain following. He doesn’t stop until he is fully buried inside you, his balls laying against the curve of your ass.

Opening your eyes, you bite back a groan, your hands fisting the sheet beneath you. His thrusts starting out slow and shallow. Immediately you want more. You want him to pick up the pace, you want to feel his hips snapping against yours, but you decide to keep quiet. Instead you clench around him each time he sinks back inside you. Your walls sucking him in and making him suck in a breath.

Yoongi gets the hint, and with a firm hold on your hips, he picks up the speed, pounding into you. The room quickly fills with the sound of your skin slapping together and your cries of pleasure.

“Yoongi!” you shriek. The movement of his hips sending you further up the bed.

A deep groan radiates through his body, “Fuck me, you’re tight.”

You no longer have control of your own body. Your inner walls are having a mind of their own, clenching and unclenching rapidly, desperately trying to keep up with the intense pleasure that is making its way through your body.

Slowing down, he stills almost completely. His cock sliding in and out of your warm heat in slow strokes. You both watch as he sinks back in only to retreat seconds later. He’s dragging out both of your pleasure, wanting it to last as long as possible.

With his cock still buried inside you, he leans over you, his weight being supported by his forearms. Suddenly he’s very close, your eyes locking together, and it feels almost too intimate.

Gently he starts rolling his hips, not going too fast but setting just the right pace. Your hands travel up the side of his ribs, the tips of your fingers ghosting over his skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps. Stopping at his shoulders, you sneak your arms around his neck, his forehead coming to rest against yours.

He begins alternating between sharp and fast thrusts, and slow and gentle thrusts – the rhythm making your head spin. Gradually, Yoongi seems to get bored of the pace and his hips launch into action once again, snapping wildly against yours, drawing loud cries of pleasure from you.

Tightening your hold around his neck, you bring his lips to yours.

Kissing has always been one of your favorite things to do during sex. It just adds that one extra thing, making the whole process that much sweeter.

Taking your lower lips between his teeth, Yoongi sucks on it. The slight prickle of pain shooting through your body and to the place where you’re connected.

You whimper into the kiss, mumbling, “God, you feel so good.”

Slowing down a tad, he pulls back to look at you. “You like that, huh? You like me cock filling you up?”

You’ve never really been one to enjoy too much dirty talk, but the way Yoongi’s voice rings deeply through your ears, has your toes curling and your want to hear more.

“I love it,” you groan, your lips gracing his and you tease him with the tip of your tongue. Running it along his lower lip before giving it a gentle bite.

He snaps his hips harder, his cock brushing past your favorite set of nerves on each pass. “I can’t wait to feel you cum around my cock,” he hisses. “Can’t wait to feel you desperately milking my cock for my cum.”

His dirty talk is enough to send you straight to edge, dangling dangerously close to falling over. Your body shakes under him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, ready to hold on once you fall head first into your orgasm.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, please don’t stop!” you pant, your eyes squeezing shut.

“Eyes on me, babygirl!” he snarls. “I want you to look into my eyes when I make you scream my name.”

The pounding of his hips intensifies with the look of pure animalistic hunger in his eyes. You feel the tension in your lower abdomen building before it explodes without further warning.

A half broken scream of his name flies past your lips as you cum around him, your eyes never venturing away from his darker ones. Your hips are jerking ferociously, meeting each of his thrusts.

Yoongi takes a hold of your hair at the top of your head, tilting it to make your lips meet. Hungrily, he kisses you, your lips working together as one.

“Fuck! I’m, fuck!” Seconds later you feel his cock pulsate and deep hiss vibrates through your lips as he spills inside the condom.

You help him ride out the last bit of his orgasm, your wall tightening around him, milking him for every last drop he has.

Slowing down, his thrusts turn sloppy, his previous rhythm flying out the window. Eventually, he stops completely, his cock still nestled deep inside you and his head falls to the crook of your neck. Content, you sigh – your fingers slowly running through his hair and massaging his scalp.

It’s so weird to lay with Yoongi like this after you’ve just had sex. He hasn’t even pulled out of you yet, but you really don’t mind it if you’re being honest. During the whole thing, you completely forgot the why’s and the who’s of why this happened in the first place, and you just enjoyed being in the moment.

Yoongi brushes his lips over your collarbone, one, twice, before pulling himself up in a sitting position and then pulling out of you.

You whimper at the loss of contact, already missing the feeling of his cock expanding you so perfectly.

While Yoongi discards the condom, you roll yourself into the duvet. With Yoongi no longer being on top of you, the chilly air in the bedroom makes itself known.

Before laying back down on the bed, Yoongi pulls on his boxers. You both lay staring up at the ceiling, neither of you knowing what to say. You’ve never been in this situation before, so you don’t know the right protocol for a one-night stand. Or whatever you might call what the two of you just did. Are you supposed to make small talk or are you just supposed to ask him straight forward if your bad in bed or not?

You decide to break the tension, “So…”

“So,” Yoongi repeats.

You sit up, twisting your body to face him. “I’m not sure how this works in a normal case of having a one-night stand, but could you please just tell me and get it over with?”

With a sigh he sits up. “Look, I’m not gonna lie to you,” he begins, and you already dread the rest. “You’re not the best I’ve had-“

“Fantastic!” You huff, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“Let me finish before you throw a tantrum.” You glare at him, but he ignores you. “I was going to say, that you’re not the best I’ve had, but you definitely not the worst I‘ve had either.”

“Really?” Not the worst he’s had either. “So I’m not bad in bed?”

“I would come back for seconds.” He reassures you with his famous smirk.

“Really?” You highly doubt that he would come back for seconds with any girl. “You?” You have to laugh. “I didn’t think your man whorering ways allowed you to come back for seconds?”

“If the fit is tight enough.” He drawls wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You smack his arm. “Alright, that’s enough.” You clumsily crawl out of bed, Yoongi laughing when you almost fall over the duvet still wrapped around you. “Isn’t the other person supposed to leave after the act is done?”

Picking up his shirt from the floor, you throw it at him hoping he’ll take the hint. He’s done this enough times to know how it works.

He pulls it on without question, next reaching for his jeans and shoes.

You stand there, still wrapped in your in the duvet, watching him dress. He even looks good putting on his clothes, but you’d never tell him that.

He grabs the rest of his belongings and heads towards the door. You can’t do anything but stand there awkwardly as he leaves the room without looking back.

A feeling of quilt suddenly washes over you and you run after him. You catch him just as his hand touches the doorknob.

“Yoongi wait!”

Looking over his shoulder, he smiles bemused at you. Your hands clutching the duvet to your body and your hair resembling something close to a bird’s nest.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh…” clearing your throat you cast your eyes to the floor all of the sudden feeling shy. “I… Thank you.” You finally manage to say to him.

You truly mean it. You wouldn’t have felt right if he’d left without you telling him how much you appreciate him doing this for you. It’s a weird situation – one you never want to find yourself in again, but still, he might be the only one in the world willing to have done this for you. And you know that if the roles were reversed and you were in his shoes, you would’ve probably felt a little used.

“Thank you?” he gives you a funny look, a lopsided replacing his smirk.

“Yes, Thank you. I-I mean, I know yo-“

One second Yoongi is standing on the other side of the room, and the next he’s standing in front of you, his hands cupping your face and his lips crashing onto yours.

You’re caught off guard for only seconds. You kiss him back, your lips moving together tenderly and slowly. Softly, you sigh against him, letting him move the kiss in any way he wants. You can feel him smiling against your lips at your surrender. Even outside of the bedroom he enjoys the control.

He pecks your lips slowly before breaking apart. He looks into your eyes, his hands still cupping your face. Languidly, he runs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip. You watch him bright eyed, curious to see what he’s going to do next.

He pecks your lips one last time before releasing you. He leaves you standing confused as he retakes his steps to the door.

He eyes you from head to toe one last time before saying, “If you ever wanna go for seconds, you know how to reach me.”

And with that he leaves. Leaving you standing behind alone in the middle of your hallway wrapped in a duvet, your jaw on the floor.

It has been a looooong time since i last wrote something smutty lol.... remember to like and reblog if you enjoyed reading ❁

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Ahhhhh yes PLEASEEEEE that’s some good vibes ✨Wanda and Steve bonding over their shared human experimentation it’s absolutely awful but they can confide in each other✨

I also like the idea that at first Wanda and Steve lied to each other as well about the procedures, as they did to everyone else, but then they trust each other enough to open up. Steve tells her how he screamed in pain so hard the people outside the pod wanted to shut down the project, and Wanda tells him how she had brain-splitting headaches and panic-fuled breakdowns after the Mind Stone accepted her.

They tell each other about the fear and pain they went through when trying to get used to a new body; Steve literally, and Wanda mentally. Steve would have major sensory overloads, and experience anxiety because of the changes; Wanda would sit in a corner for hours pressing her hands to her ears trying to keep other people’s thoughts and voices out.

Just them bonding over shared changes and pain✨

And the headcanons about Wanda’s powers~~

Imagine if Wanda can feel emotions somewhat like Mantis does, but physical contact isn’t even needed. The MCU never really did much with her mind powers, other than she gave people nightmares, but what if her magic kind of floats around her like an invisible barrier and whenever someone is close to her it brings something back, like a feeling?

She's sitting next to Steve at the dinner table, talking with the team, and maybe at some point someone makes a joke at Steve’s expense. Everyone laughs, though, including Steve, but Wanda can feel the air change between them. She feels something very sudden, something harsh and cold and sharp, and it makes her a little nauseous.

Curious, she hangs around Steve some more, trying to figure out what's going on but he avoids her questions about his health and state of mind. Every time she's with Steve he has this depressing air around him, this dark feeling that makes her feel sad.

Not being able to stand it, she sends him good vibes. Like she literally sends him good feelings. She thinks the happiest thoughts she can and then spreads it through a brush of her hand along his shoulder. And for a moment, it works. Steve eases noticeable, something of a smile coming to his face, and he stands a little straighter. Wanda smiles too, happily, until she feels it again.

Pain.

Her vibes didn't even last a minute.

She doesn't want to do things without his permission, she knows she can't just use her magic to make him happy without his knowledge, but she doesn't know what else to do. When she approaches another Avenger they're all a little dismissive of it. They know he's sad, and they tell her why: because of his family and his best friend, because of HYDRA and the new world, but they don't know what to do either.

Wanda asks why they can't just get that friend of his back, and they tell her Bucky doesn't want to be found.

Wanda asks why Steve doesn't go to therapy, they tell her he doesn't want to.

Wanda asks why Steve doesn't take vacation days, they tell her he feels responsible for everything that happens here so he's too worried to leave.

I really want Wanda's powers to do positive things too. Her powers can do so many things. She could be such a great help to people with mental problems and PTSD because she can literally get inside their head. The benefits of that could be so big. She could help someone get through a bad moment to try and make peace, and get them out whenever they want. She can soothe someone's mind when they're plagued by nightmares. She can get them out of the tunnel vision of a panic attack.

I like the idea that when Wanda goes to school she wants to study psychology, because it's such a big part of herself as well. And I like the idea that she makes peace with who she is (none of that "monster" or "freak" or "weapon" bs), and she uses her powers to help people in more way than one.

She lifts things with her mind to save people on the field of battle, and then she helps people heal from their mental issues by creation a controlled environment for them and helping them get where they want.

Like for instance say if Sam has really bad nightmares of Riley, she can take those away and help him sleep better

Or when Clint opens up about his past she can help him realize what happened and make peace with it.

Or maybe Natasha has gaps in her memory from the Red Room, trauma having blocked it out, and Wanda takes away the barrier Natasha made so she can face it and heal from it

With Steve: just imagine them having a sleepover, settling into their sleeping bags when it's late, and Steve is already asleep but suddenly he’s attacked by nightmares. He reaches out a hand in his sleep, searching for help. Wanda takes it, lacing their fingers together, and with the brush of her magic she chases the nightmares away, and Steve has one of the best night's sleep he had in a long time

Hey, do you have any headcannons on Steve and Wanda's relationship. I see him as a big brother father figure, even though he is closer to her age than most of the other avengers.

oh boy DO I

actually @starstruckmyths had some wonderful headcanons this morning ab wanda and her powers if you wanna hop in with like,,, those, but no pressure of course!

aaaaaaannnnyyyyywayyyyy

yeah, they’re actually,..,,,.., both the babies of the group, and honestly, maybe that’s why steve sees her and takes her under his wing so fast. he knows what it’s like to lose your whole family and everyone you love in a few fell swoops, he knows what it’s like to take responsibilities on your shoulders, willingly but under tough circumstances, he knows what the experimentation is like and war and pain and to have it all happen so young? he feels for her

i imagine they weren’t suuuper close at first, but one night in the compound, steve can’t really sleep but can he ever? so he wanders out to the common room and wanda’s up watching tv sitcoms? and he sort of just wordlessly grabs them some water from the fridge (maybe apple juice for himself, but my stevie apple juice headcanons are a whole... other post) and sits next to her

they don’t really talk, just sort of enjoy the quiet of the night together, watching the tv, but not really... absorbing it. somehow they start talking and it comes out that wanda’s only 20, which surprises steve a bit, though he’d known she was very young. it seems to surprise wanda more, that he is only 28. and that he got the serum when he was 23

“were you scared?” she asks. “when they gave you the serum?”

and steve can read people better than he’s often given credit for. he knows about the experimentation done on her brother and her. he knows that right now, she’s asking to be seen

“a little,” he says. it’s an echo of another conversation.

“did it hurt?”

“a little...”

he continues, “were you scared?”

wanda shrugs. “a little,” she fiddles with her fingers. “i think i was more... lost than scared.”

steve can understand that. “i’m sorry,” he says. “that must have been hard.”

wanda looks at him then, really looks. and there’s something in her eyes that makes steve look away, suddenly nervous. she’s still looking at him

“I’m sorry,” she says and it’s said with so much conviction; so much empathy, that steve looks back. “you’re... still lost yourself, aren’t you? has anyone noticed? are you still hurting?”

and it’s at that point that steve remembers she can sense things-- other people’s emotions-- viscerally. he can’t hide this. not from her

he... is he lost? is he still hurting? there’s moments that he feels like his chest is being cracked open and he’s screaming and screaming and no one can hear. but it’s... getting better. he has sammy now. and nat and him have long since been close, and bucky’s out there... somewhere, though that’s an entirely other pain that he still has yet to really address

he fiddles with his own fingers now, a wry smile on his face. he looks at her.

“a little.”

she smiles faintly, amused, but worried. a laugh track plays on the tv. they both look at the screen.

a few minutes later, she scoots over and curls into him and a warmth he hadn’t known he needed flows through him. for a blessed moment, he feels heard.

ok i literally hav eno idea what i just wrote and i didnt know where it was going when i started but yeah wanda and steve as like,,, psuedo sibling-half-father-daughter vibes yeah

#steve rogers #wanda maximoff #steve and wanda #headcanon #marvel headcanon #wanda maximoff headcanon #steve rogers headcanon

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