Suga x Reader smut. ‘Meet me tonight.’ Pt. 2
Anon said: Um…hi can I please have a smut scenario with Suga? My favorite color is silver. Thank you and happy new year!
Gray/silver: marriage scenario
HARDCORE SMUT SCENARIO
I AM SORRY BUT I WASN’T FEELING THE MARRIAGE VIBES BUT HARDCORE DIRTY SMUTTY SUGA VIBES BC I HAVE BEEN READING IG FANFICTION ALL DAY FORGIVE ME FOR DEMOLISHING THE SCHEME BUT I NEED TO RELIEVE MY SEXUAL FRUSTRATION IN A SUGA FIC IN THE HOPE HE WILL STOP PUSHING MY CHIMCHIM OFF OF HIS ULTIMATE BIAS THRONE.
This fic literally contains all I find frustrating about Yoongi, so don’t judge MY personal sexual fantasies plz ^///^
Send me the name of your bias and your favourite colour and I’ll write a smut or fluff based on it. (clarify smut, fluff or both.)
Your fingers flew over the keyboard as you retyped your text to Suga for the fifth time. Finally sighing and giving up, you just sent him a simple,
‘Hey Suga oppa, this is (y/n), from the fansign? You asked me to call or text you so we could meet up?’
You went into the bathroom, still nervously cluthcing your phone. Keeping an eye on your phone you turned on the shower and stepped in for a quick wash-up from all the fangirl sweat. A shiver ran up your spine as you could still feel Suga’s slender fingers trail over your hand, and even the hot water from your shower couldn’t burn away the sensation. The steamy water fogged up the mirrors and glass, and stuck to you stuck, making the post-adrenaline excitement harder to get rid off as you tried to wash it off to get yourself together again. You almost fell over in the shower as you heard the buzz of your phone, announcing there was a new message. Stumbling out of the shower and gliding across the room you snatched it without falling over.
'Well hello cutie! How about we meet up tonight? We could have pizza at the dorm and discuss your lyrics? I’ll send directions later, so you’ll hear from me. ;) See you tonight, princess!’
You blushed a bit at the idea of meeting Suga at his dorm, having dinner with him, in addition with the nicknames.
'Sweet God will he just stop with the pet names already?’
Giggling slightly in nervous excitement you stepped back in the shower to finish washing your hair, softly singing some BTS songs.
*Le majestic time skip*
>>I used to write Quotev stories with Polyvore outfit links so instead of describing the outfit I’m just gonna put in the Ployvore link, okay?, admin out!<<
Outfit because I’m too stupid to properly describe things.
You nervously stood in front of the door to the BTS dorm, too scared to ring the doorbell. You nervously fiddled with the hem of your sweater as you pushed down of the button and a slight buzz was heard inside the house. A few seconds passed.
A deep croaky voice came from the speaker next to be doorbell.
'Oppa? This is (y/n)? Please open the door for me~.’
Another couple of seconds passed. You suddednly saw Suga come flying down the stairs through the window in the door, his red hair flying about a bit. He opened the door with a big smile. His makeup and jewlery from the fansign earlier had been taken off , and he was left in a lazy pair of sweats and a sweater that was stretched out enough for you to drool over his milky white collarbones. His smile lit up even more as he took your arm and pulled you out from the cold before even saying anything. You stumbled a but from the sudden force applied on you and bumped against his musky-scented chest. In a reflex his arms shot forward to wrap around you, disabling you to step back from his burning skin and strongly beating heart.
His voice was a soft croaky whisper indicating he had probably been napping not too long ago. His arms still weren’t releasing you, instead he closed the door behind you and rubbed your arms to get you warm again.
'Wow, you’re freezing! Here, come inside, I’ll get you and extra sweater!’
He sat you down on the couch and came back quickly with a sweater and a blanket from what you assumed was his room. You laughed at his slightly concerned face, the heat draining from your cheeks now that you weren’t so close to him anymore.
'Suga, I’m fine, really! And thanks for asking me over.’
You put the sweater down beside you, Suga’s musky smell coming from it and tickling your nose, but you did slide under the blanket, feeling it warm your chilled legs, Suga’s smell less strong on this piece of fabric.
'Well I think it’s logical to hear the lyrics from the artists mouth, and you really caught my interest, (y/n)..’
He paused a little bit, almost suspiciously, and your breath caught in your throat for a split second, trying to taste the meaning behind his words.
'But how would you like pizza? The other members are out on the town for dinner, so I thought eating on the couch and talking would be nice.’
Your happy nodding made that beautiful pink smile spread as he ran to the kitchen to get you something to drink and to order the food.
'Is cola okay?’
His voice came from the kitchen as you picked up an envelope from the table which you recognised to be your lyrics.
'Cola is perfect, Suga!’
You smiled nervously to yourself as you flipped your letter open and skimmed through the lyrics for the 10000th time. Suga came back with two cola and a recorder stuck under his arm. He put the drinks down and flopped down next to you with the recorder.
'Okay, let’s delve right into the lyrics until the pizza guy comes. Is it okay if I record this?’
Your cheeks regained their rosy colour as you nodded. Your heart raced a bit when he pushed the button and a small red light lit up, your jaw clenching a bit. Suga seemed to notice because he reached forward and got your hand again. The warm feeling from earlier today still hadn’t left, and his fresh touch made it light up again with it’s rubbing.
'C'mon, give it a go, I wanna hear your voice.’
You slowly picked up your rapping, mentally playing the melody you had imagined with it along. You stared at a random spot in the distance concentrated, determined not to fail in front of your number 1 idol. Suga’s fingers suddenly stopped trailing the back of your hand and you looked up to see him look at you in complete awe. His eyes were clear and his mouth hung open slightly, before cathcing his bottom lip between his teeth desperately. You increased your speed a bit, seeing his teeth dig deeper in his lip. Scooting closer he kicked the blanket off of you, and you stopped rapping, his face awfully close again. He looked anywhere but your eyes, his gaze scanning over your lips, cheeks, neck.
'Tut, tut tut..’
He tapped your nose after each sound, his other hand snaking up the grab your jaw and tilt your head up a bit to bite on your lower lip. He leaned towards your ear, making his hot breath hit your neck with a moan from your side. Your heart raced ten times faster, his aura heating your body and making your fingers itch to touch him.
'Did I tell you to stop rapping?’
While you were trying to pick it up from where you stopped, Suga scooted closer again, his legs hitting yours as he kept breathing down on your neck, but not touching you. Your voice involuntarily went up in pitch as he brushed his nose along your jawline. The song ended, and a close-mouthed moan left Suga’s throat as he gripped your sides and pushed his fingers down hard.
'Damn you’re good, princess.’
His teeth found your ear violently, and you whined in surprise. His fingers rubbed circles on your torso, leaving you speechless as he left butterfly kisses along the shell of your ear.
’S-Suga, I-I.. what i-’
He hushed you sweetly, his face coming up in front of yours again. His eyes were dark, pure black orbs, staring down at you half-liddedly as he breathed on your lips. Watching you intesely he rubbed his hands down your sides and chest, palms flat.
'Tell me if you want me to stop.’
As his head went down a bit to bite on your neck, he pulled you on his lap, your hands resting against his chest. Soft moans escaped your lips as you felt his saliva slick up your neck and jaw, his lips easily gliding all over. He bit down suddenly and harder than before, drawing blood as you let out a small yelp. He suckled on the spot with a chuckle, nails digging in the naked skin under your sweater.
'You’re so talented, babydoll.’
His voice had become a whole lot lower, the arousal pulling on his vocal cords, as the sound and vibrations pulled another moan from you.
'You’re so beautiful..’
His hand came down on your ass harshly, getting another moan from you throat.
'That’s for giving me a boner under the fansign table with that rack of yours..’
He smirked evily and let his hand come down again, forcecully groping the stinging flesh.
'That’s for wearing so much clothing, that’s all gonna be torn after I’m done with you..’
He pulled your joggings down a bit and made his hand come in contact with the naked flesh of your behind.
'And that’s just because your ass is fucking amazing.’
He pulled your sweater over your head, breathing deeply at the sight of your glowing skin. He grabbed under your legs and lifted you off the couch, carrying you to his room.
'But Suga, the food..’
'Fuck the food, we’re not home.’
Your back hit his bed and you bounced back off. He climbed over you, after pulling his own sweater over his head and messing up his hair.
'I’ll be sending you to 'Hongkong’ anyway, babydoll. Let them hear your voice and have them know no one is avaible to open the door at the moment.’
He grinned over his own reference and massaged your hipbones roughly, as just then the bell rang. You fell silent from you panting and gaspy moans, but Suga teasingly, but pressurefully pushed down on where your clit should be under your sweats with the ball of his hand. An uncontrolled yelp came from your throat and you covered your mouth in embarrasment, while Suga just licked his lips, then you neck, and pushed down again, making muffled moans erupt, stealing your breath. His hands found the clasp of your bra and he immediatly pushed your skin against his burning chest, one of his hands keeping your body off the bed, the other pushing down behind you to keep you both up. You moaned as the heat clashed with your cold erect nipples, his soft skin gliding over yours as he teasingly ground down on you. The bell rung again, Suga grinding down harder.
'Why isn’t my little slut making any sound? Am I not doing a good job a pleasing you?’
His fingers found your breasts, harshly kneading them and pinching your nipple, on the edge between pain and pleasure.
'Y-you are, S-Sug-AHh~!’
A smack came down on your ass again.
His voice turned into a growl, the rumbling sending shivers down yoru spine as your nails dug along his skin and made him bleed along his back, making him hiss and chuckle sadistically. His hair stuck to his forehead, and you brushed it out of his eyes gently with a smile playing along your lips. The ell rung AGAIN, the person behind it clearly getting annoyed as he held the button down longer, making the annoying buzz last longer. Suga groaned angrily, kissed your temple, and left you with a silent.
'Don’t move, princess.’
You heard voices downstairs, then footsteps coming up again at a rapid pace, the door flung open and an irritated Suga came back in dragging a guy clutching a pizzabox along.
'See what you just interrupted, you idiot? You made my lady wait for me. Does she look like she’s supposed to wait?’
Your surprise left you unable to cover up or move really, but Suga just tore the pizza from the delivery guy’s hands, and pushed him down the stairs again. Your heard to front door slam, and Suga came back in. His chest was covered in cold sweat, his pants riding low on his hipbones. He snapped forward and slid your sweats down, leaving you in your panties alone. His hands took grasps at your thighs and trailed up and down, making your hips buck up involuntarily in need.
'Suga~! SUGa, pleaseee~’
You whined as he again, went all the way up, brushed just beside your entrance, and went back down.
'Please what, princess? What do you want from me? Tell me what you want me to do to you.’
His voice was slik with arousal and pleasure from watching you squirm. Your cheeks turned even redder, your virgin little soul found this a bit TOO embarassing.
'Suga.. Tha-that’s too embara-rassing.. I can’t-’
A firm push to your core made you shut up and moan out his name, his real name. This earned you another push down, rubbing clockwise.
He sighed as you tossed your head back.
'Call me by my name (y/n), let the neighbours know what I can do.’
His hand slid under the soaked fabric and his cold fingertips grazed over your lips, downwards. He pushed in a single finger, and you felt the cold from the single digit slowly absorb your throbbing warmth. You looked up at Suga, a groan, almost a whimper, leaving his lips. He looked up at you, staring into your eyes as he pulled out his finger and rammed it back in. Your breaths became uneven gasps, broken by your moans and yelps. Doing a come-here motion with his finger a greasy grin grew on his face, almost being able to see the pleasure shoot up your abdomen. Your eyes shut tightly as you felt an unfamiliar feeling make your walls quiver. Suga was sweaty and he moaned softly at the slick sounds coming from his rapid movements. His shoulders flexed sexily, and the tent is his pants twitched slightly as he felt you clench around his fingers. Suddenly as wave of white light made your mind go blank as pleasure shot through your body rapidly. Suga’s fingers went slower but deeper, pushing up extra hard to fully milk your orgasm out. He soothingly rubbed you down and got up to hungrily kiss your plump lips. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and stucked violently making a sloppy noise erupt. His pink tongue trailed down his hand, lapping all up, grazing over the veins on his wrist. A bit of your juices had dripped down beyond reach of his glistening tongue, and without thinking about it you leaned up to trail your tongue over his arm. His gaze was intense, as you let out a slightly surprised moan at the not-unpleasant taste filling you mouth.
'You’re such a dirty little girl, (y/n). So innocent..’
He pushed your panties fully off your legs, and kicked his sweats and underwear off too.
'But yet so hungry for more..’
He brushed his hand over yours, sending goosebumps over your skin. You started at his dick, fascinated because it looked nothing like you had expected it to. It was a rather pleasant surprise actually. You reached forward and gently let you fingers bounce against it. He chuckled.
'You don’t need to be so gentle with it, you know? I’m used to quite a bit.’
You slowly grazed your nails down the underside, making sure not to do it too hard regardless. His head hung forward and he groaned in pleasure. You watched him every move, fascinated by how he moved, observing what was good and what wasn’t. The burning of his tender skin under your fingers was deliciously addictive, and the way it moved as you pulled up and down was almost as addictive. Suga pushed you down gently, pulling a blueberry purple wrapper from his nightstand, making the muscles in his torso roll and shine from the sweat on them. He handed you the condom, throwing the wrapper to the side.
'Try it, you seem to like what you’re doing.’
He put you in such a dominant position, yet he smirked and leaned back a bit as you rolled the sweet-scented condom down his dick, giggling at the semi-opague purple colour that now covered his business. He pushed you back down again, and pushed one of your legs more to the side than the other, leaning forward to gently let you feel him against you. He breathed in to brace yourself from the upcoming filling, but when that didn’t come you looked up at Suga questioningly.
'Oppa? What’s wrong?’
'Tell me when I’m going too hard, I’m used to being rough..’
His voice was croaky and deep, and his cheeks slightly red as you nodded and he pushed in all the way. He rubbed your lower stomach to soothe you, but it was more surprise to this alien feeling than pain that stole your breath away. You bucked down, begging Suga to thrust again. He did, a bit hesitantly, but the shameless moan that erupted from you encouraged him to pick up his speed. He aimed up a bit, slamming into your g-spot, making you gasp and whine. Even though his pace picked up, and the sloppy smacking sounds filled the room, you didn’t ask him to slow down. You didn’t want him to slow down, the pleasure too large to allow thoughts of stopping into your mind. All that was left was Suga. Suga and his beautiful sweaty red hair, his milky white toned body, his wet pink lips and tongue trailing all over your chest and neck as his slender, popping-veined hands found your clit and nipples to pinch at. The same pleasure shut up your walls, but was intesified by the beautiful sounds Suga let out at the feeling of you around him. He varied between deep groans and loud yelps and screams when you tightened. He pulled your chest up to meet his again, his heart beating rapidly against your chest. His lips absorbed your moans and screams of his name, his hands smoothing over your back. With one final snap of his hips your screamed against his lips loudly and flung your head back in pure pleasure. A couple of thrusts later Suga groaned deeply against the nipple he had been nipping on, as he released in the condom. He kissed your neck until you had calmed down, and pecked your lips laying you down. He got up.
'Wait here, princess, be right back.’
He stumbled out of the room, his legs a bit weak, but flexing beautifully. A couple of minutes later he came back in.
'Pizza is in the microwave.’
His grin was cheeky and loving, as he slid himself and you under the covers to stay warm. He brushed his fingers through your hair and kissed your temple, plastering a smile on your face as you intertwined fingers.
'You are so talented, (y/n), you should help me write MY lyrics!’
You giggled and blushed at the compliment.
'C'mon, I’m not THAT good!’
He pulled your closer, skin rubbing over yours again, and his hand trailing patterns on yoru hip.
'Yes you are, because I’m 100% sure that my girlfriend is the best rapper I have come across.’
The beeping of the microwave mixed with his chuckle and your surprised laugh as you hit him in the arm and kissed his cheek.
Seems that dreams DO come true, aye?
THIS IS SO LONG I’M SORRY