#fic verse: obd

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myg/sc: i.i

❍ pairing: min yoongi x reader

❍ verse: on bad days

❍ word count: 1.4k +

warnings/disclosures: smut, soft/hard dom yoongi, fingering, pussy/clit slapping, light breath play, light brat taming, degradation, thigh slapping, exhibitionist yoongi, not edited sorry, I might’ve missed some things please let know if I did!, i spent way too long on this lmao i also might be broken, i’m not the greatest with smut so i hope you enjoy it

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“You lied to me!” You yell angrily throwing open the doors to the conference room. Yoongi isn’t fazed by this little stunt and simply casts you a look over his shoulder sighing heavily before pulling the other occupants attention back to him.

“Let’s end the meeting here, it seems my wife has something she wishes to discuss.” The men who sit at the table nod once, moving to leave quickly fearing the wrath of their boss. The doors close behind them settling an eerie silence in the room, you remain unmoved brow furrowed and arms crossed as you tap your louis vuitton clad foot impatiently.

“C’mere.” he says, rubbing at his temples and casting a glance in your direction when you remain where you stand. Yoongi quirks his head, lifting a single brow in question when you refuse to do as he says.

“Now.” Your expression shifts, a shiver shooting its way down your spine at the tone he uses. The steps you take are small and hesitant, the usual click clack of your heels muffled on the carpet. Yoongi would never hurt you, you know that but you’ve also never interrupted one of his meetings before. You can see irritation sinking into his features the longer you take to cross the small distance, heat pooling in your belly, pussy growing wetter the closer you get to him, your gaze falls to his hands clenched into tight fists making the veins more prominent. A whimper catches in your throat dying instantly when you hear the way he clicks his tongue in disapproval. It takes an eternity to close the distance, your gaze refusing to meet his, as he sighs at your sudden shyness.

“Give me your panties.” he mumbles, removing his jacket and loosening his tie. Your gaze darts up quickly, nearly tripping to do as he asks, shaky hands sliding under the hem of your dress to remove the piece of clothing. It sticks to your pussy, your face heating at just how wet you are. You ball the material in your palms peeking from under your lashes to see he’s rolled up his sleeves and is now leaning his hip against the giant oak table. He waits for you to place your panties in his hand, easily stuffing the material in his pocket before reaching for you. You shiver under the warmth of his hands, sighing softly as he pulls you closer, nuzzling your temple. You reach for him with shaky hands, whimpering when he stops you, his big hands wrapping around your wrists easily. Tears prick at your eyes at being denied something so simple, finding his gaze with a pout when he stares back emotionless.

“Yoongi.” you sob trying to wiggle free.

“Up on the table.” You rush to do as he says, shivering when the cold of the table meets the warmth of your skin. His hand finds your throat, not quite squeezing but resting it’s weight in temptation. He presses his forehead to yours, gaze narrowed eyes sparklingly with lust.

“Do I need to teach my bratty girl a lesson?” He breathes, nudging your nose softly tone dropping a few octaves, it has your thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache.

“ ‘M not a brat.” you whisper, breath hitching when his finger tighten around your throat.

“You’re always making trouble, do you need me to fuck your precious pussy baby?” He asks, his gaze clouded over with lust darkening the beautiful brown of his eyes. “Need me to fuck the brattiness out of you?” The tone he uses is condescending, fogging up your mind in a way that has your pussy fluttering. You keen, thighs coming together at the feel of his hand coming down, skin burning at the harsh smack.

“Spread your legs baby, you know better.” He says running a palm across your heated skin soothing the sting. Tears prick at your eyes, thighs falling open easily, trembling slightly as he steps into the space. Your hips twitch a breathy moan filling the air as he slowly trails his finger through your arousal, bringing his soaked digits to his mouth and locking eyes with you as he licks them clean.

"Still so sweet.” He murmurs, darkened gaze finding your own as he works you open, a single digit sinking into the warm wet heat of your pussy. You hiccup, embarrassed at the light squelching sound that it makes as he adds a second digit curling them slightly so they press into that spongy spot you can never quite reach on your own.

“You just needed me to stuff your slutty pussy baby, is that it?”

“Y-yes.” You gasp as he adds one more digit, hissing at the stretch as his thumb rubs tight circles into your clit.

“My needy girl, throwing a tantrum for this.” He whispers relishing in the way you cry out when he pulls out of your needy cunt to land a punishing smack to your pussy. You try to close your legs, flinching at the way Yoongi pulls them back open a disbelieving scoff falling from him lips.

“Thought you were my good girl?” he asks in a tone that is a little condescending.

“ ‘m a good girl.” you whimper hands reaching for him, as tears cloud your vision when he denies you this again.

“Then keep your legs open.” he growls, landing another harsh smack to the puffy glistening lips of your pussy. You wail pathetically, thighs trembling, flinching when his hand comes down again choking on a sob that quickly turns into a moan at the way he fucks his fingers into your dripping heat.

“That’s it baby, I got you, you’re my good girl, my perfect girl.” he mutters, hand tangling in your hair as he presses quick feverish kisses to your skin. Nose nudging your own, while he whispers praises, your skin feels too warm a tingle zipping up your back it has you digging your nails in his clothed shoulders. A soft chuckle leaving him as he kisses your cheek, sighing at the way your pussy flutters around his fingers, the wet squelch almost like music to his ears. He basks in the breathy gasping moans he pulls from your body the longer he denies you your orgasm, drawing it out just enough for it to be satisfying.

“Y-yoon, wanna cum, p-please.” you whimper, biting into your bottom lip to muffle your moans. Yoongi gently pulls your lip from between teeth kissing the bruised skin, and rubbing quick tight circles into your clit, watching the way your brows furrow the light sheen of sweat at your temple glistening in the low light of the conference room.

“Cum for me.” he drawls, gaze drinking in the way your body trembles a strangled moan filling the air as you tighten around his fingers. He works you through your orgasm, prolonging as much as he can watching the way you flinch away from the overstimulation. Your body sags, practically boneless as you pant into the still air of the room and Yoongi plants a few kisses to your lips, singing his praise.

“My beautiful girl, you did so well.”

“Hmm, I’m still mad at you.” you say meeting his amused gaze, a smile easily splitting your lips.

“What can I do to make it better?” he asks pulling you to stand before him, his hands smoothing down the skirt of your dress. Fingers skimming the soft skin of your thighs, taking in the way you shiver quickly taking his hands in yours to avoid any further temptation.

“Come home early, and we can finish up what we started.” you breathe tilting your head up so he can really kiss you the way you want.

“Is that all princess?”

“Don’t call me princess.”

“Okay, I’ll be home early sweetheart.”

“Promise?” you ask, grinning up at him.

“I promise.” he says, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“Good, I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, love you.” he mumbles, planting a soft kiss to your knuckles before he lets you leave. His lips splitting with a smile at the way your eyes sparkle and you giggle happily, throwing a soft ‘I love you’ at him before closing the door behind you. He stuffs his hands in his pockets thumb grazing the lace of your panties, he meant it when he said he loved you, he always would, he thinks as he turns his attention to Jungkook who looks equal parts annoyed and amused.

“I was here the whole time.”

“I know, enjoy the show?” Yoongi asks, a smirk kissing his lips at the way the younger cringes.

“So what did you need from me?” he asks pushing away the thoughts of having watched one of his friends (rather enthusiastically) fuck their wives.

“It shouldn't be too hard for a man of your caliber.” he laughs watching the way Jungkook frowns.

@boymeetsweevil did I do good?

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knj/sc: i

❍ verse: on bad days

❍ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

❍ word count: 573 words

warnings/disclosures: mafia au, butter namjoon, can you see my favorite line? I use it all the time I swear, implied sex, non descriptive thigh riding (?), over the pants touching?? Idk how to word that, kissing, mentions of other connecting pieces. Yeah nothing bad, promise

〚next〛

There’s bass thumping through the building as the crowd cheers, Dionysus is just as busy as any other day. Namjoon had caught sight of the Park family princess not long ago, eagerly leading Jungkook to the back. He’d held no resentment towards the younger man, and while the Park’s princess had once been a marriage prospect she held no candle to you. Namjoon is utterly obsessed with you, and that might be because you two grew up together or because you were just so good at your job. In the end he isn't too sure but he loves you and he loves that you’re just so pliant under his careful hands. He hadn’t expected you to come crashing into him the moment he’d appeared at the club tonight pressing yourself impossibly close, arms winding around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss. He’d been quick to take the lead, a hand settling on the small of your back while the other wound in your hair, smiling as he pulled a whiny keen from your lips.

“Joonie, you look so good.”

“Yeah?” he asks, playfully nipping at your lower lip, taking in the sparkle in your eyes.

“Yeah, love your hair.” You breathe tugging at the powder pink hair at his nape, gaze shining brighter at the little hiss he lets out.

“Only my hair?”

“And this,” you start slowly trailing a hand down his chest, fingers grazing the gold necklaces that sit pretty against his sun kissed skin, a pinky dipping beneath the deep V of the shirt he wears. “this too.” you mutter cupping the obvious bulge in his pants with the other, relishing in the way he groans. You whimper as he presses more firmly into the hand cupping his crotch. The hand on the small of your back slipping lower, long fingers squeezing the plush roundness of a single cheek as he nuzzles your temple.

“Hmm, wanna show me?” He asks, stifling a moan when your hand squeezes just the slightest, teasing him. You nod eagerly, taking hold of his hand and leading him towards the restrooms. A grin painting his features at the way you shoulder past gyrating bodies, and girls who ogle him. Namjoon isn't at all surprised at the easy way your features relax once you’ve moved into the dark of the back hallway, eager hands reaching out to touch, and to feel all that he’s worked so hard for. He relishes in the little sounds that you make as he nips at your neck, licking at the aching skin only to take it between his teeth again. Basks in the heat that settles across his skin, painting him in a deep blush as your needy whines bounce off the walls, echoing down the hall and catching the attention of those nearby. Namjoon isn't new to this, big hands gripping your hips tight as you ride his thigh.

He isn't afraid to give anyone a show, especially not when he knew those watching envied him. Not because of his wealth, or his status, or even his family name, no, those who watched with lustful glares, envied him, because of you. You didn't need wealth, or status, or a family name, because you were more than that, you had fought your way to recognition, much like Jungkook had and people wanted that. They wanted your fire, your passion, your skills, and Namjoon was your sole keeper.

@boymeetsweevil I’m so sorry I’m barely active! I promise I’m coming back soon I’m working on some thing too☺️

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I haven’t said this before but this takes place in the same universe as on bad days 😘