Summary: Played poker with him once. He lost. He finally got the rematch he wanted so badly but he lost again.
Genre: Mafia AU, smuttish
Word count: 2,590
You have no idea how you got yourself into this situation.
Seemingly only a few seconds ago you were afraid to go out of your house,
hoping not to meet him and the next he had you pinned against the wall, making
you feel all sorts of things. And now! Now you’re sitting, playing that stupid
strip poker he came up with it. Luckily for you, you were so much better at
this, still having all your clothes on. You watched him take off his shirt and
throw it on the ground. You took the wine glass and sipped your drink, hoping
he won’t notice you staring.
“How the fuck I keep losing against you is beyond me,” he
sighed, leaning his head against the armchair. “I need another drink.”
He stood up and went to the kitchen. He kept doing that
every time he lost, getting more and more irritated when he came back. Mostly
because his phone has been ringing non stop all evening. You heard him argue
with someone again before he hung up and continued the trail of thought he had.
“It’s been like what? The 5th time I lost now?” he
shouted from the kitchen.
“6th,” you corrected him.
“And here I hoped I will get to see you in all your glory,”
“Keep whishing,” you thought, standing up and picking his
shirt up. You put in next to his other clothes. At least he still had his pants
on. You noticed something fall out of the shirt and bent down to pick it up.
You couldn’t believe this. It was a card. That sneaky bastard was cheating all
this time! But you still managed to win, the goddess of fortune was on your
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” startled, you jumped up.
You didn’t feel him approach you from behind at all. You turned around to look
“What’s this? You cheater ~” you teased him, waving the card
in front of his face. He quickly snatched him from your hand.
“You left me no other choice.”
“Yeah right! I knew you were a cheater. I noticed it the
first time we played.”
“Oho!.. You noticed? The first time?” this caught his
attention. He took a few steps to you, still holding the wine bottle in one of
his hands. “Were you watching me?”
You started blushing, of course you were. He was sitting
right across you but that wasn’t the only reason. He took a few more steps to
you, till you hit the table with your back. He set the bottle on it, cornering
you between his hands. You put your palms against his well toned chest in attempt
to push him off a little but he kept his stance. You could feel his heart
“Were you?” he whispered to your ear, leaning closer.
“Weren’t you?” you retorted. A smirk appeared on his face as
he looked you in the eyes.
“Caught me red handed,” he breathed out. He wrapped his arms
around your waist, pulling you to him. “That’s what makes you special,” he
said, before clashing his lips with yours. You didn’t know what you expected
but you must say the wine tasted better off his lips. He pushed you to the
table, before lifting you up and setting you on top of it, only then breaking
the kiss but he still was so close, you could breathe in his air.
“Are we too drunk or do you really want this?” he whispered.
You hooked your legs around his waist and you chuckled as he kissed you again,
picking you up and going in the direction of his room. “I will take that as a
You heard his phone ring again but you two completely
ignored it. He threw you on the bed, almost falling on top of you. Your hair
spreading everywhere. He took a few
strands off your face, stroking them gently.
“Shit, with all this obsession to play with you, I never got
the chance to tell you, how beautiful you are,” instead of letting him see you blushing,
you used this opportunity to get another kiss, yanking on the tie he still was wearing
for some reason, you ran your tongue over his lips.
“So needy,” he breathed out before going in for it. As he
swirled his tongue around yours, he tugged your hair slightly to allow better
access. He pulled away to get some air but you two were still connected by a
slim trail of saliva. He bit down on his lip.
“Shit,” he said, nibbling down on your ear, sending shivers
down your spine. He continued from the ear down to your neck, kissing and
sucking on your skin, making sure to leave marks. You could hear his phone
going off in the distance.
“Don’t,” you panted out, raking through his hair with your
fingers. “Don’t answer.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” he said, shoving his knee between
your thighs, he got one hand under your skirt and began hiking it up before you
“How about you start from the top?”
“How about you don’t interrupt and let me take care of
things,” he smirked, getting a hold of your arms and pinning them above your
head, still doing what you suggested. He began unbuttoning your shirt but he
quickly got tired of it and quite literally ripped it open.
“Wonwoo!” you whined, “This shirt was expensive.”
“Don’t worry, I will buy you a thousand more like it, after
this,” he took it off and threw it on the ground along with his tie. You
couldn’t help but notice how stunned he was.
“What? What is it?”
“They’re perfect,” he said more to himself than to you. He
cupped your breasts. “So perfect, they fit right into my hands.”
“Wait for what you will see when you take this off then,”
“Can’t wait to find out,” he unclasped your bra. As if
knowing what’s going to happen tonight you even put on the one that opens up in
the front. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just him but somehow you
didn’t feel even slightly embarrassed exposing your half naked body like that.
He went straight for one of them, planting kisses and sometimes sucking harshly
while kneading the other. He pulled away, admiring his work, he brushed over
the marks he left, making you fell sparks all over your body. Your breathing
hitched as you couldn’t take the tension anymore.
“Wonwoo-“ you whimpered.
“You asked for this yourself,” he teased, getting one of
your nipples between his teeth and biting on it, making you moan.
“I would prefer if you were louder,” he took it whole into
his mouth, you could feel his tongue snake around it, when he released it with a pop. You
immediately realized what it was. His phone. Again.
“Don’t you dare,” you ordered.
“Those pricks,” he hissed before giving you a quick peck on
the lips and standing up.
“Wonwoo!” you shouted after him. What an asshole! Is he
seriously going to leave you hanging like this? You lay down on the bed waiting
for him to come back. After listening to his shouts who were incomprehensible
from this distance, for at least five minutes, you clasped your bra back on and
took your shirt from the ground, putting it on. You got off the bed and went to
where he was. As you got closer you could hear the bits of the conversation.
“I said I’m not coming a hundred times today… No… No, it’s
not about her… Can’t you just raid them and be done with it?.. Why am I even
needed?.. No, you listen to me you motherfu-“
“Fuck!!” he shouted, smashing, his phone on the ground. His
chest was rising from heavy breathing. You could see that he was pissed.
Something that still scared you.
“Those idiots can’t do anything without me,” he clenched his
fists, before turning around and noticing you standing in the doorway. He came
up to you and started buttoning your shirt up.
“Is everything okay?” you asked him.
“Yeah,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “Work,” he simply
He had trouble with the buttons though because he ripped
half of them off a few minutes ago, so he got his shirt from the armchair,
where you placed it before. It was way too big for you but you loved it, it had
his smell rubbed off on it. He buttoned you up all the way to the top and you
felt like a child, letting him dress you up like that.
“Is that it? Just like that?”
“I’m sorry but this is important…” he sighed. “I must say
that this is way harder for me than for you.”
You caught up with what he meant right off the bat, sparing
a quick glance down to his waist. He went to the hall to get your shoes and you
closely followed after him.
“I already called for your ride back home, so don’t worry
about that,” he explained. He gave you your shoes but you didn’t feel like
putting them on. “Please don’t get mad… I feel like… I finally got to talk to
you, even touch you without you running away… I want to know that I still have
You didn’t know what to say, him saying those things didn’t
feel like him at all, you were used to seeing him all cheeky and sly so you
just gave him a smile while he guided you to the elevator. He went inside of it
and gave you one last passionate kiss, he looked you in the eyes still holding onto
your bottom lip with his teeth for a while before stepping out and pressing the
button for the ground floor.
“When?” you asked.
“Be patient,” he said, as the door closed.
As soon as you were alone you pressed your head against the
cold metal wall of the elevator. Oh my god! Were you about to have a one night
stand with your ‘stalker’? That’s so not like you. Or could it have been
something more? You were completely spaced out that you realized you need to
get off when other people started getting in. You walked into the lobby and
ignoring the looks people were giving you, started putting your high heels on.
“You must be Y/N.”
“Jesus! Don’t scare me like that!” you looked up to see a
man, almost as handsome as Wonwoo is.
“I’m Seungcheol. I will take you home. Come with me,” he
said, going to the exit. You quickly finished putting your shoes on and
followed after him.
“Were you the one who called him just now?”
“Nope. He has his own things to take care of,” he opened the
back door of his car for you.
“Can’t I sit in the front?”
“It will be safer if you sit in the back,” he said. You
decided not to argue and got in. The back windows were tinted. Maybe that’s
what he meant. Why are you so trusting anyway? At least you can blame it on you
being quite drunk if anything happens.
“I live on-“
“I know where you live,” he said, looking at you through the
rear view mirror and starting the engine. “Wonwoo told me all about you.
Actually the only thing he has been talking about for the past months was you.”
You wondered what he knew and if Wonwoo and him are close.
You decided to use this opportunity to find out something about him because he
seemingly knew everything there is to know about you.
“I heard he lost against you,” he was the first to speak
again. “That was a big surprise for all of us. He hadn’t lost in ages,” he laughed.
“Is that good or bad?” you asked him.
“Depends,” he gave you a quick glance again. “What were you
two doing up there?”
“Why cards?” you changed the subject quickly.
“It’s almost the only thing he’s good at. He got himself in
a pretty nasty situation. He needed money. The easiest way for him to get some
was poker,” he took a sharp turn and you slid down the seat. You found the
seatbelt and fastened it. How fast is he driving?
“What did he need the money for?”
“If you don’t know this, it means he didn’t tell you on
purpose. I guess if he wants to, he will tell you yourself one day,” he
shrugged. After taking a few more turns, you were already home.
“Last question,” you said. “Who are you exactly?”
“I’m the leader.”
“The leader?” you repeated. “Of what?”
“He never told you that too?” he started laughing again.
“Then the only thing I can tell you right now is that I’m his boss.”
Is he serious? Leader? Boss? What the hell is he talking
about? Both of them are suspicious after all.
“Getting serious though,” he said, turning in his seat and
sending you a glare. “I hope I never see you again. You distract him too much,”
he leaned over the seats and opened the door for you. “Now, could you please
get out of my car?”
You gave him a quick thanks and stepped out, slamming the
door shut. You watched him speed away, down the street. Rude.
He told you to be patient but it has already been a few
weeks till your little get together. You had to finish these documents by the
end of the week but everything from the clock to the thoughts of him sidetracked
you. Someone knocked at your door and you got up from your place on the sofa to
go get them. You looked through the keyhole and opened them with the speed of
“Wonwoo?” you questioned.
He came in and kicked the door close with his feet, wrapping
his arms around your waist. He started kissing your neck and you had to push
“Wonwoo are you drunk?” you could smell the alcohol from
“I need you,” he said, embracing and holding on to you
tightly. He nuzzled his head in your neck. “Sometimes… I just can’t do this.”
“Do what?” you asked but he was quiet. “Wonwoo?.. Are you?..
Are you crying?”
You brushed his hair off his face. He was actually half
“How much did you drink? Why were you drinking in the first
place?” you threw his hand, around your shoulder and dragged him to the bed.
Man is he heavy. You dropped him down but as if he waiting for this precise
moment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bed. He rolled over, so he
could be on top.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing what we started.”
“I’m not doing anything with you tonight, you’re too drunk.”
He hovered above you for a few seconds. Gazing into your
eyes when he plopped down on top of you.
“You’re right,” he whined. “I want to remember every second
“Wonwoo, could you maybe get off? You’re heavy.”
He did as you asked but still didn’t let go and instead
snuggled up to you.
“I’m staying over,” he said.
“Of course you are,” you rolled your eyes.
“You know,” he started again. “I never won against you.”
“So…” he said, drawing your body closer to him. “I still
can’t let you go,” he whispered into your ear.
Anon request: Fighting with Jungkook + drabble It’s not the same as Yoongi’s but I thought this fit better. I am so sorry it has taken so long, it has been sitting in my drafts for weeeeks (ask you can tell by the date of the text) I am so sorry I hope you like it!
Jungkook x Reader Warnings: Implied Smut Words: 1250
You knocked once on the bathroom door and waited for a response. After
receiving a text from Yoongi, you rushed out of the door and into the nearest
taxi. Reading over the texts again and again, you felt your stomach twist as
the guilt set in. Fuck, what had you done. The fact Jungkook thought he was a
bad boyfriend made your heart squeeze into your throat. He was far from it, in
fact he was the best boyfriend you have ever had, going above and beyond anyone
ever had. Making you smile when you needed it, telling you that he loved you
nearly every day even when he was on tour. He would always make you feel so
loved and important and you couldn’t even let him off this one time. You were
being selfish and you needed to fix it. You phone beeped with another text,
this time from Taehyung.
Request~ ‘Heyyy could you do numbers 62, 64 and 68 with kai x reader please?
Prompts: “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” “Are you ticklish?” “PILLOW FIGHT!”
Imagine~ you and Kai being stuck in a cabin together after Bonnie spells you in.
Word Count: 1554
“Ugh why does Bonnie always rope me into her stupid plans?” you groaned as you collapsed onto the couch.
“She wants to see if my feelings are real and I have feelings towards you so I guess she just wants if they’re real.” Kai sighs, a small smirk playing on his face.
It was true that he had feelings for you but he showed them feelings through flirty comments and smirks.
So to see if he could actually feel Bonnie locked the both of you in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and somehow she roped you into it.
“Ugh, whatever. I’m gonna look around to see if there’s another bed for you to sleep in.” you said dreading to think you’d have to spend the night in the same bed as him.
It didn’t take long to look around the cabin seeing it was very small. All it consisted of was a small kitchen diner, a living room, a bathroom and a single bedroom.
You walked back into the front room seeing Kai lounging on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling fan, his eyes following its pattern of spinning.
“Well, since there’s no more bedrooms I’m sure you’ll be fine sleeping on the couch.” you said, smiling sarcastically as he turned his attention to you.
“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Kai said and you could tell he was grinning without even looking at him.
“Fine,” you groaned making Kai smirk, “but try anything and I’ll cut your dick off.”
His smirk fell as he looked at you rolling his eyes making you laugh.
“You wouldn’t want to destroy something you want so bad.” Kai smirked, recovering from your comment.
“Kai.” you seethed throwing a pillow at him making him laugh.
“Since you seem very moody how about we play a board game?” Kai said looking over at you innocently.
“Finally a good idea.” you said smiling at him as you looked on top of the bookshelf.
You pulled down monopoly knowing it was one of the few board games you were actually good at.
You laid the game out on the table as Kai grinned over at you happily.
Kai truly did have a massive crush on you but he wasn’t the best with emotions which meant he didn’t really know how to express them. He hated himself because he’d made you hate him and it killed him.
But here you were setting up a board game for the both of you in a what some might say romantic cabin and that was enough to warm his heart.
“Which piece do you want to be?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.
“Erm, the cat.” he said snapping out of his trance.
“Okay..” you trailed off finishing off setting up the board game, your tongue sticking out slightly.
“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Kai said, his eyes taking every detail of your face.
“T-thank I guess.” you stammered, a light blush washing over your face. You couldn’t deny that you heart fluttered at his comment but you also didn’t want to admit it.
After one game of monopoly you were both tired, you’d forgotten how long a game of monopoly took and you could tell Kai was cheating.
You yawned as Kai entered the room with a glass of water, his eyes drooping slightly and you could tell he was tired.
“Do you wanna head to bed?” you sighed as you pushed yourself off the floor.
“Sounds good to me.” he replied, his voice deeper than usual and it was kind of attractive.
You walked to the bathroom to get changed into some pjs before realizing you didn’t have any. You didn’t know Bonnie’s plan when she locked you in here so you didn’t have time to pack.
“Kai!” you shouted in hopes Kai would let you borrow his shirt to wear to sleep.
He trudged into the bathroom wearing the grey sweats and black top he’d been wearing all night.
“What’s up?” he asked yawning and you could tell he was tired.
“Give me your shirt.” you said bluntly missing your bed back home.
“Somebodies a bit upfront.” he replied smirking as he pulled his shirt from over his head and putting it in your open hand.
“Ugh shut up, I have no pajamas and I want to be comfortable and covered if I’m sleeping next to you.” you sighed, “Now get out.”
Kai remained smirking but left the room as asked without muttering a word leaving you alone in the bathroom.
You peeled off your clothes and threw Kai’s baggy shirt over your torso. It was soft and hung over you like a dress, it smelt like him and it was a good scent.
After a second of reveling in the comfort and warmth you entered the bedroom to see Kai lying on top of the sheets in just his gray sweats.
He glanced over at you as you took in his body, it was masculine but not overly muscular and his sweats hung perfectly just below his hips.
“I know I’m hot, no need to stare.” Kaai smirked, snapping you out of your gaze. You rolled your eyes trying to play it cool as you crawled onto the bed lying next to him.
“By the way, if you wake me up before 10am tomorrow I’ll kill you.” you smiled looking up at the heretic. “Mhm whatever. P.S you look really hot with my shirt on.” he smirked completely brushing over your threat.
“So hot I want to do this.” he said as he pushed his hand beneath the shirt, rubbing your side slowly. His cool rings sent shivers up you spine and you tensed up slightly but tried to recover before he noticed.
“Are you ticklish?” he laughed and you realized your attempt had failed.
“What? No, why would you think that?” you said trying to persuade him to forget about it.
“So if I did this?” he said as he squeezed and tickled your sides lightly. It took everything within you to suppress your giggles but in the end it didn’t work.
His smirk turned into more of a devilish grin when he realized and he stradelled your body to make it easier to tickle you.
“Kai, please don’t.” you whimpered, knowing what you were saying would have no impact on Kai’s actions.
His hands traveled to your sides and he began to tickle you mercilessly. You erupted into a fit of giggles as you squirmed and wriggled beneath him.
“K-Kai. Stop. Please.” you said breathlessly in between your fits of laughter.
In this moment Kai couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive. You were completely under his control and here you where squirming underneath him on a bed you would be sharing.
“Y’know you look really hot right now. All helpless beneath me.” Kai said smirking as his hands detached from your waist.
The room was silent as he looked into your eyes and you peered deep into his blue ones. “I don’t think so but whatever floats your boat.” you said breaking the silence.
He didn’t say anything in reply, instead he leaned in so close you could feel his breath hitting against your face.
But you didn’t think him tickling you and calling you hot was worthy of a kiss yet so you did the only thing you could do in that moment.
You hit him in the face with a pillow, he sat there stunned for a second as you erupted into a fit of laughter.
“PILLOW FIGHT!” you shouted and his eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s on.” he grinned as he grabbed a pillow and flung it across your head.
You returned the hit with more force and you both did this back and forth for a while.
At some points he was sitting on you and others, you on him. In all honesty you didn’t completely understand how you’d gone from sleepy to this but you didn’t care.
After a while of hitting each other back and forth he was on top of you, pinning your arms down on either side of your body.
“Now how about we start back where we left off.” he said smirking as he leaned in catching his lips on yours.
Your eyelids fluttered closed and his loose on your wrists loosened so you pulled your hands away and ran them through his brown locks. His hands slid up your shirt like they had before, his rings adding an extra sensation to his touch.
His tongue swiped along your bottom lips before he squeezed your hips making you gasp which gave him free entry into your mouth. His tongue explored yours as you tugged on his hair slightly.
After a few moments he pulled away for air, a large smirk plastered onto his face. Your small smile broke out into more of a grin.
“I knew you wanted me.” he smirked making you roll your eyes and reconnect your lips with his.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader Genre: hybrid!au, fluff (is it even there? who knows), smut (later later), Words: 3.1k+ Warnings: none?? a surprising lack of tears in this one Notes: We get to know a bit more about dear sweet Yoongi in this next sad installment. What a time to be alive. I forgot to mention when I first posted this that this is for those anons that requested a hybrid!Yoongi !!! Here you go babies 💖
After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.
A/N: Guys this is the first time I have EVER written smut! So please! Please PLEASE! TELL me what you think! I honestly am shitting myself because I don’t know if I’m good at writing smut! So please give me your honest opinions! Plus (cos I’m a pure soul) I don’t actually know that much about sex (position names etc) so please bare with me! (Sorry for any mistakes! I’ll edit it tomorrow! I’m just too tired!)
How you had gotten yourself into this mess you didn’t understand. Your English teacher, Mr Min had given you detention when he accused you of throwing a piece of paper at the back of his head. You wouldn’t of minded if you had done it, but it infuriated you that Mr Min didn’t have any evidence of the crime. At the same time, however, you were kind of glad. For about 2 years you had crushed on your English teacher, you just couldn’t help but have naughty thoughts about him late at night, while you pleasured yourself under your bed covers, suppressing your moans, trying hard not to wake up your family as you inserted your middle finger into your dripping entrance, coating it with your essence.
Tapping your pencil against your desk angrily, you impatiently waited for the bell to ring to indicate that school ended. You planned on getting out of school as quickly as possible because if you stayed with Mr Min for 2 hours of detention alone, you’d seriously loose your mind. With your bag already secretly packed, you had your left hand placed on the back of your chair, while the other was placed on your desk, pencil still in hand, ready to make a bolt for it.
“Come on, come on, come on,” you muttered under your breath, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. After about a minute, the bell rang and you almost ran out of the door. Running through the corridors you pushed through the sea of students pouring out of the classrooms down the hall. Taking a left turn to the main entrance your pace had picked up as you were not sprinting towards the door.
“Almost there,” you said to yourself, hope beginning to fill you up. It had all instantly disappeared however when a hand firmly grabbed your wrist, drawing you to a halt. Spinning around on your heel your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown orbs, glaring back at you.
“Not trying to get out of detention now are we, Miss (Surname)?” Mr Min’s low voice rang in your ears, causing you to subtly rub your thighs together. His voice always did that to you, no matter what the situation. The hallway was not mostly empty with about 6 or 7 students grabbing things out of their lockers or making their way out of the door.
“Come with me,” he spoke quietly, almost as if he was trying to suggest something. Tugging at your wrist, semi-roughly he complied and followed behind him, to the detention room.
Upon reaching the room which just so happened to be his office, he pulled you inside the room, and locked the door, preventing you from escaping. Placing your hands on his desk, you took deep breaths, beginning to slightly freak out.
From behind you, Yoongi licked his lips, trying hard not to look and think about the way your skirt had raised up when you leant forward slightly to catch your breath. Clearing his throat, you manoeuvred around you and sat down in the computer chair opposite you.
“For the next 2 hours, you’ll be helping me sort out my exam papers for my students,” Mr Min explained coldly, sending chills down your spine. This hadn’t gone unnoticed as he raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong Miss (Surname)?”
“N-No, sir I’m just cold,” you coughed slightly through your sentence to clear your throat, as it had become harsh.
“Very well,” Mr Min stood up out of his chair and made his way to the heater in his room. “I get that your legs are most likely cold from wearing your skirt, so I don’t have any objections to turning on my heater,” he replied as you gave a slight nod.
“Thank you, sir,” you mumbled, as you once again, rubbed your thighs together.
“Now let’s get started,” he spoke sternly, as he made his way back to his chair and sat down. “You’ll start by counting each paper, making sure there is enough for every 3rd-year student, and there should be about 170,” Mr Min continued. Your jaw almost hit the floor, you could barely think just being in the same room as your teacher alone, now he wanted you to count.
“Yes sir,” you muttered as you leant over his desk you grab the papers. Yoongi couldn’t avert his eyes from your now exposed cleavage, as you bent over. That was the last straw, Yoongi was sick of waiting.
“Stop calling me that,” Yoongi’s voice lowered dangerously.
“Calling you what sir?” you asked, your eyes staring at him in confusion.
“That. Stop calling me sir. I much prefer daddy,” Yoongi smirked when he noticed you had choked on air.
“What!?” you asked as you began to back away slightly. Yoongi quickly took action, firmly gripping your wrist and pulling you forward again, causing you to yelp in surprise.
“You heard me. I want you to call me daddy, I’m tired of watching to strut around in your tight ass shirt, and short skirt, showing off your underwear every time you bend over in front of me. By break or lunch, I have to quickly make my way to the bathroom and relieve myself because of you,” he snapped, as he pulled you further onto the desk, while with his other hand, he pushed away all the papers.
“An hour and 30 minutes until your detention is over, that’s enough time,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he straddled your waist, keeping you from squirming around.
“S-Sir!” you squeaked. Yoongi glared at you, to which you instantly picked up on your mistake. “D-Daddy!” you rephrased as a smirk played at his lips. “I-I’m not sure about th-” you were cut off when Yoongi silenced you, crashing his lips onto yours.
Shocked you stared at him wide-eyed until he pulled away licking his lips hungrily.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he spoke breathlessly. Leaning down he planted his lips on your again, but this time you kissed him back, slightly startling Yoongi. Once again pulling away, you both panted loudly.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Yoongi muttered into your neck, the tent in his trousers becoming more painful by the second. Yoongi then began to attack your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, causing a moan to slip past your lips.
“F-fuck daddy,” you moaned, your hands tightly gripping on his arms, as you felt yourself beginning to soak through your underwear. Yoongi quickly got off of you and laid right in between your legs.
“Hmm, yes I want to hear how vocal I can make you. Be a good girl and do that for me,” Yoongi breathed into your neck, as his hands rested on your thighs and slowly raised your skirt up. His index fingers hooked themselves around the waistband on your underwear and slowly pulled them down, exposing your heat to a new temperature, making you shiver. Yoongi stepped back and admired your glistening core.
“Fuck you’re beautiful and so wet. Because you’ve been such a good girl, I guess I’ll reward you,” Yoongi growled as he knelt down in front on your heat. “You’ve teased me enough, now it’s my turn,” he muttered to himself, as he dipped his head down in licked a slow strip up your core. A rather loud moan erupted from your throat.
“F-fuck daddy!” you growled, as your hand travelled down to Yoongi’s hair and pulled it roughly. Yoongi moaned into your core, sending vibrations all throughout your body, and yet another moan escaped your lips.
“That’s it let me hear you,” Yoongi laughed, as your grip on his hair tightened.
“Daddy, p-p-please stop teasing me! I-I need you so badly,” you groaned in between.
“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it,” Yoongi hummed continued to lick up your slit until he got to your clit. Lightly he sucked on it, as he brought his hand up to your entrance and slipped a finger past your folds and into you. Slowly, he pumped in and out of you, continuing to suck on your clit, only this time it was harder.
Placing your hand over your mouth, you tried your hardest to suppress your moans.
“If you dare try to keep quiet, I’ll make sure you get punished,” Yoongi snarled as he pulled away from your clit with a loud ‘pop.’ Instantly you pulled your hand away from your mouth and went back to gripping his hair.
“D-daddy I-I’m gonna-”
“Come for me then princess, I want to eat every last bit of you until your begging for me to stop,” Yoongi smirked, as he pulls his finger out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness in your core. But it was quickly replaced with his tongue.
After a few more licks, you groaned as you reached your high, and released into Yoongi’s mouth. He moaned when the warm liquid hit his tongue, as he swallowed and continued to lick you clean like he had promised.
Yoongi crawled back up to you and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself. A sudden burst of confidence came to you as you palmed Yoongi through his pants, making him hiss in pain.
“I think I should return the favour,” you muttered. Yoongi wasted no time to climb off of you and rid himself of his trousers and boxers, allowing you to stare at his length. He was much bigger than you had imagined, considering he was much shorter than the other teachers.
Slowly sitting up and climbing off the desk you knelt down in front of Yoongi and firmly gripped his cock, making him hiss once again. Carefully you ran your hand up and down his length a couple of time, before leaning forward and putting the top of his cock inside your mouth.
“Shit!” he growled, as he gripped your hair, making your moan, the vibrations causing him to pull your hair once again. Taking in more of his shaft you slowly bobbed your head up and down, your hand taking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
“Fuck you feel amazing! You’re a natural,” Yoongi complimented, kicking his head back in pleasure. “Touch yourself, I want to see you come undone as you suck me off,” Yoongi demanded. Quickly obeying his order, you used your other hand and started drawing quick circles on your clit lightly, making you moan once again. “Yes, just l-like that.”
“I’m close, j-just a little more princess,” Yoongi stuttered. Wasting no time, you went as quickly as you could, deep throating him, earning a pleasured moan from his as he released his seed into your mouth. With little to no effort, you swallowed his semen whole, and stuck out your tongue, showing Yoongi you had swallowed.
“Get up, and bend over the desk,” Yoongi pointed behind you and you quickly followed his command. Leaning over the desk you shivered as you nipples came into contact with the cold desk. Yoongi stood behind you as he kneaded your ass, in an almost comforting manner.
A light gasp escaped your lips with Yoongi brought his hand back and slapped you across your ass, leaving a red mark on your right cheek. A whine left your lips as he struck your ass again, but harder.
“That’s right scream my name,” Yoongi smirked as he continuously spanked you.
“D-Daddy!” you spoke loudly, which satisfied Yoongi.
“That’s it baby girl, just like that. Now I want you to continue to be that vocal when I pound you into the desk. Are we clear?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. Nodding in reply Yoongi smirked as he positioned himself at your drenched entrance and slowly began to slip into you.
A moan slipped past both of your lips as Yoongi went deeper every second. Once fully inside of you, Yoongi waited for a second, allowing you to get used to his size.
“P-please move daddy,” you muttered. Yoongi smiled as he slowly pulled back, and suddenly slammed into you. Loud moans escaped your lips with each thrust. With one hand still on your hips, Yoongi brought his hand down to your sensitive clit and pinched it making you moan even louder. A few seconds later, Yoongi joined in with your moans, as he pounded into you.
You whined loudly when Yoongi pulled out of you, making you feel empty. Lifting you up onto the desk and turning you around to face him, Yoongi grabbed your shirt and ripped it open, the buttons of your shirt flying to different parts of the room. He then pulled your bra off with one swift motion and leant forward to attach his lips to your left nipple, which his other hand pinched the other.
Melodic sounds fell from your mouth as Yoongi switched between your breasts every few minutes, giving each one of them the same amount of attention as the other. While doing this, Yoongi slipped back into you and firmly gripped your waist with his free hand.
“Touch yourself for me again,” Yoongi ordered. Quickly your hand slithered down your body and came into contact with your clit. Pinching it roughly you arched your back when Yoongi took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled at it.
“F-fuck!” you growled, you hand getting tangled in his hair once again as He mercilessly pounded into you. “I’m close!” you yelled.
“M-me too,” Yoongi muttered. After a couple more sloppy thrusts, you moaned loudly as you reached your high, coming once again other his length. A few minutes later Yoongi had finished and had almost collapsed on top on you.
Lazily, Yoongi stood up and grabbed a couple of wiped from his top desk drawer and cleaned you up, making you shiver in surprise at how cold it was. After Yoongi had finished cleaning you up, he gently picked you up bridal style and sat you down in his computer chair.
Carefully he helped you get dressed, continuing to not say a word as you sat there and stared at him.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi finally spoke. “I stepped way out of line, and I shouldn’t have done any of that. You have my deepest apologies, I understand if you want to tell the principle,” Yoongi muttered sadly.
“Why would I tell the principle, I clearly wanted it,” you replied with a shrug as Yoongi looked up at you in surprise.
“Seriously?” he asked in disbelief, to which you nodded. A soft smile spread across his features as he stood up and got dressed.
“You ripped my favourite shirt though,” you sighed in annoyance you stared at your shirt that lay on the floor in a crumpled heap.
“Sorry about that, here you can borrow an extra one that I keep in my wardrobe, you never know when something could happen,” Yoongi laughed. He quickly made his way over to the wardrobe and pulled out an oversized white shirt.
“Thank you,” you muttered, as you grabbed your bra also and pulled it over your head. “You know, I’ve actually had a thing for you for 2 years now, I was just too shy to say anything,” you spoke shyly, as you buttoned up the shirt, avoiding eye contact with Yoongi.
“Well you’re in luck because I’ve felt to same,” he chuckled when your head shot up and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Sorry I didn’t mention it sooner,” he laughed awkwardly. A warm smile played at your lips and you stood up, made your way towards him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, to which he returned it.
“I love you,” he muttered, making you nod in agreement.
“I love you too… si- I mean Daddy,” you replied shyly.
“Don’t worry love, you can call me Yoongi, only during sex do I get called Daddy,” he smirked as he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“So what do you say? Want a second round? We still have 45 minutes,” Yoongi suggested.
“Sweet?“ You heard as you walked down the hallway with a laundry basket resting on your hip.
“Yeah?” You answered, opening the door to find Harry sitting at his desk with his laptop open and papers scattered out in front of him.
“Can yeh c'mere, please?” His hair had been touseled and tugged on, eyes tired and sore from the continuous strain being put on them for the past 12 hours.
You dropped the basket by the door and walked towards him. He took ahold of your hand, pulling you towards his lap and helping you settle across his thighs.
Your left arm draped across his shoulders as you sat down and he nuzzled into the dip your neck, letting out a tired sigh. You pushed his hair back from his forehead so you could place a kiss on his hairline.
“Okay?” You asked, resting your cheek on his head.
His arms, which were wrapped around your middle, tightened as he gave you a squeeze. “Yeah.“
Request: “Could You Write Something Where The Reader Pretty Much Grows Up With The Winchesters And Her Mom Dies And So They Basically Adopt Her And The Reader Develops Feelings For Dean But Doesn’t Think He Feels The Same Way About Her? Thank You!”
Warnings: Mild swearing, death, mentions of sex.
Word Count: 2009
Notes: Since you didn’t really specify any ending I just winged it, hope you enjoy anon! -Dani (You’re welcome for proofreading this, Dani! -Lottie) (Also Y/M/N means “your mom’s name”)