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Suga- (requested)

AN:

'Daddy' requested

I don't usually write these kind, so if its bad, I apologize in advanced. 

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You stumble into a near by room with Yoongi, drunk and pushed against the wall, completely unfazed by the coldness of the wall because as of this moment, you felt as though your entire body was on fire. (infires. LOL sorry I could't resist).  Yoongi stared down at you, eyes hooded and heavy from being drunk, his left hand brushing your hair away from your face. Your body was tense but relaxed because of all the drinks. You have no idea what he had in mind. How the hell did we end up like this?

You dimly remember some sort of party that the boys had invited you to, and somehow you and Yoongi ended up being away from the crowd. 

Talking, laughter, lights, deafening music – it was all you could remember. The dark corner of the huge room, where dirty deeds have been done in the past... The tension was thick, few drinks after and everything he did, each and every single one of his movements began to make you frustrated, and the same goes for him. Few more drinks and now here you are, standing in the shadowy storage room, door locked and completely silent apart from your steady breathing. 

"Gosh, the things I want to do to you." He ran his finger down the side of your body, stroking your thigh lazily. 

He touched the top of your lips, biting his own as you sucked in your breath; you were already feeling your core getting hot and he hadn't even fully touched you yet. Damn.

He leaned in, and instead of kissing you he teasingly placed his mouth centimeters beside yours, and began to trail feather kisses along your jawline excruciatingly slowly, making his way down your neck. Finding your soft spot, he gently bit down, causing you to moan at the sudden pleasure coursing through you; why was he was so good at this. 

He continued licking and biting and kissing, soft, warm breaths on the sensitive skin of your collarbone igniting shocks of delicious waves to your core. 

Unable to take any longer, you buried your fingers into his hair and pulled up to him, desperate for his lips on your own. You kissed him urgently, as if his mouth on yours was the only thing that could keep you alive; he kissed you back with the same passion, your tongues fighting for dominance. 

He tasted like champagne, peppermint, and sin; and you were loving it. He was intoxicating. You began to unbutton the white shirt that hugged his slim figure so nicely, when he stopped you. 

"Let me go first, baby girl." His voice was deeper, laced with lust, and it sent shivers all over you.
You let your hands go limp, regretfully staring at the first button on his shirt that looked inviting as ever, as he started kissing you again. 

Molding against you, he slowly, too slowly, began unzipping your dress.

"You looked so good tonight, Jagiah." He whispered near your ear, all the while the zipper was traveling leisurely, exposing the top of your chest; you silently applauded yourself for choosing the deep purple silk lingerie you've only worn once your entire life. 

Yoongi pulled away from your lips, looked down at you, and sucked in his breath, his eyes darkening at the sight in front of him. You looked up at him innocently, saying nothing.

"What were you planning on doing, Princess- Wearing this underneath all this time?" His smooth voice had an added menacing undertone. He smirked, brushing his fingers lightly over your bra strap making you jump slightly. His eyes gleamed, his hand trailing down the side of your body to your back, and he squeezed your ass lightly. 

"Baby, baby, what should I do to you?" You glare up at him, frustrated by all his teasing.

"Jesus Christ Min Yoongi, just do it already"He chuckled at your sudden outburst, biting his lip.

"As you wish, Princess." 

He attacked your lips suddenly, kissing you ferociously while you moaned in his mouth, gripping his shoulders while your bodies pressed against each other.Everything was so rushed, so rough, so new.

 You felt something hard push against your stomach, and desire shot through your body like never before. This time, he didn't do it slowly – he nearly broke the zipper of your dress as he pulled it all the way down, leaving you more exposed than ever before.

 You unbuttoned his shirt, all the while Yoongi was leaving marks all over your neck and collarbone; you threw the shirt to god knows where, and you knelt down and began to unbuckle his belt. Yoongi laughed quietly, crossing his arms as he stared down at your bent figure.

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"A little eager aren't we, kitten?"

"Yes I am, Daddy." Your answer stopped him in his tracks. You looked up at him naïvely, pretending not to notice his sudden tensed up manner.

"Daddy, huh?" He mused. "I like that. You can only call me that from now on." 

You unzipped his pants and pulled it down slightly, and took his member out. He groaned with pleasure, turning you on so much you started going faster, swirling it in your hand and making him grip you so hard you almost winced at the pain. As you increased speed he began to tense up, his erratic breathing filled the small space. He sighed as he came, 

"What if I don't want to call you Daddy?" you smiled coyly, slowly standing up. Yoongi eyed you, a sudden flash of anger in his gaze that left as soon as it came.

"So now you're not going doing as you're told, Princess? Don't you know that disobedient girls don't get what they want?" 

You gulped, suddenly aware of the power in his words. He smiled languidly as he closes into you, forcing you to back against the wall. He slid a finger over your middle, making you slightly buckle at the sudden sensation. You mewled, reaching to grab his hand when he pulled away.

"Naughty girls don't get what they want, jagiah."

"I'm sorry, Daddy, please just f*ck me." You whimpered, begging for his hands to be on you again.
Yoongi smirked, and began kissing down your body from the center of your collarbone, kissing the top of your breasts as he slowly unclasped your bra, throwing it to the side.. He stopped suddenly, and looked up at you.

"Be quiet, baby girl. This is your reward for pleasuring me, and you want this reward don't you, kitten?"

You shut your mouth immediately, desperately wanting him to continue. You tried your best to keep silent, the sensations all around you were making your head spin. He began kissing down the center of your stomach, and when he reached the spot you're most aching to feel him, he stopped. Fuck. You gritted your teeth, frustrated. Yoongi smiled, slowly pulling down your panties and sliding a finger back and forth on top. 

He leaned in until his mouth was pressed against your entrance. "So wet..." He pried your legs apart slightly, and before you could react he licked a long, slow line across your middle, followed by the swirling of his tongue on your heat. You could stop yourself; you moaned quietly, unable to contain the waves of pleasure that you've kept within you.

He glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow. Slowly he started standing up, causing you to panic.
"Please, Yoongi –" You whined, but immediately regretted it. -Uhggg you mentally face palmed- .He frowned, suddenly turning you around and slamming you forward onto the wall. 

"That's not my name." He whispered into your ear. He pushed you down gently so you were bent, back arched. What the fuck is he going to d –
Slap.
All of a sudden you felt a stinging pain on the ass. This is getting weird you thought, before it disappeared, replaced by soft rubs of Yoongi's hands.

They aren't hard slaps, just unexpected because he rubs it after.

"What's my name again, Princess?"

Smack.

You resisted the urge to cry out.

"Daddy!"

This time he grabs your ass claiming it as his..

"You have to be more polite than that, Princess." Yoongi's soft rubs soothing you as you panted, pain and pleasure mixed together in a swirling mess.

"Oppa,"

"That's new... "He smiled, turning you so that you were now facing him. His kissed you softly, licking the bottom lip.

"What do you want now, Princess? I'll give you what you want." His words vibrated against your mouth, causing you to groan.

"I want you inside me, oppa." You panted. "Pretty please? With Suga on top"

The last question seemed to work for him as he immediately closed the remaining distance between the two of you, aligning his member against your entrance.

"You've been such a good girl, Princess." 

When you thought that he was going to tease you more, he slammed into you. Without giving you time to adjust, he thrust again, so hard and so deep inside you that you saw stars.

 He pounded you mercilessly, giving you no time to even register what had happened. He didn't stop at all; he began to go faster, and you feel your eyes roll back with the pain and pleasure and all the sensations crashed down on you at once.

"Yoongi, I'm going to –" You cried out, gripping his back so hard you were sure they hurt. Everything was a blur, and all you saw white.

"Oh fuuuc, y/n –" Yoongi groaned. "You feel so good –" You felt yourself reach closer to the edge 

"Fuck baby girl – " And with one last slam, both of you rode out your highs.

Panting, jagged breaths, and gulps for air was the only thing that could be heard in the small room. He pulled out of you, and you sank to the floor. Yoongi picked searched around for his white shirt, and when he handed you your dress he shot you a glance, grinning wickedly. "Daddy, huh?"

You groaned, knowing full well that he would be teasing you about this for at least a month. Instead of laughing at you, he knelt down and looked straight into your eyes, "Don't worry Princess, it was hot." He kissed you softly, and pulled back, eyes glinting. "I can't wait to hear it again."

He slapped your ass as you walked back to the party. 

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