His Dirty Little Secret | Min Yoongi Smut

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Searching through your closet, you found yourself becoming undeniably stressed as you realised you had nothing to wear to this party Yoongi had invited you to. You were starting to grow increasingly more angry, but more so at Yoongi, for not telling you enough details on where this occasion was going to be held, and who was going to be there, but most importantly what the dress code was. Almost every party you attended had some sort of dress code, but you found yourself gazing upon your cheap dresses, the colours ranging from a washed black to a bright yellow.

Almost loosing hope, your eye caught the slightest glimpse of a scarlet red strap hanging onto one of your hangers inside of the closet. You pushed aside your other clothes inside of your wardrobe that was hiding this piece of clothing you hadnt remembered buying before, to reveal a slim fitted gorgeous red dress, a slit cut through the dress which would probably reveal too much thigh but you didn't care - this dress seemed risky and incredibly sexy, and of course, you wanted to impress Yoongi tonight.

Soon enough, you had slipped on the dress, the way the clothing had hugged at your figure looked very flattering. You smiled to yourself in your mirror - you looked good.

It was eight o'clock, and you had received a messaged from Yoongi, telling you to go outside, so you had naturally assumed he was waiting by your door, however you were in fact wrong. Your jaw fell completely agape when your eyes had met a black limo, which was just parked outside of your house. Did Yoongi really get you your own damn limo driver just to take you to this party?

You somewhat felt flattered, given he had spent all this money on you, but at the same time, you wondered if maybe Yoongi was just too lazy to pick you up himself, getting somebody else to do it for him.

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Arriving at the party, you thanked your driver, and took a step out of the limo. You felt a little insecure as you eyed your surroundings, as you noticed many women were wearing mostly dull colours, and this meant that you were definitely going to attract attention to yourself, which you really didn't want tonight. You had received many strange looks from other women, and you figured it was because you dressed a littler "sexier" than most, when in reality, it was purely because they felt intimidated by you. And who wouldn't be? You looked drop dead gorgeous.

As you entered the large, tall building, you were met with unfamiliar faces. You had no clue what you were doing. You had figured that you perhaps looked like a fool. Everyone was chatting with at least some one, except from you.

The noise in the room started to fill your ears, and your head had started spinning as you could feel your confidence sinking lower and lower until..

"Kitten?" You heard a whisper from behind you. You smiled, turning on your heels, already knowing who's voice it belonged too.

"Yoongi! I was afraid I wouldn't find you." You shyly said, a red blush painting onto your cheeks as you noticed Yoongi biting his bottom lip, his eyes travelling down your body, drinking in every detail about you. His eyes were soon clouded with lust, and already, you knew you were in trouble.

"Oh my fucking god," Yoongi muttered under his breath, "you look so fucking hot, (Y/n). Holy shit."

You wanted to hide your face, you really didn't know how to react. You didn't take compliments very well, especially compliments like these.

"I could take you right here, right now. Bend you over that fucking balcony over there and show everyone the slut you are. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Yoongi didn't even try keeping his voice down, but apart of you wanted others to hear. You wanted people to know that Yoongi practically owned you. You were his little slut and you loved that.

"Y-Yoongi, I need you so badly.." You whined, the ache between your legs had started to become unbearable. You squeezed your thighs together.

Yoongi cocked an eyebrow, "Hm? Is that so?" Yoongi questioned. "I mean, I could leave you needy. You suffering this whole night, begging desperately in my ear for my cock. That sounds so fucking hot."

You furrowed your eyebrows together and pouted, like a whiny, spoilt brat. "No, Yoongi, please - I-I'll do anything!" You stammered.

Yoongi chucked darkly. "I was only teasing, sweetheart. But if you really want my cock, you're going to have to try a whole lot better than that."

"Please, I just want to feel your cum inside of me. Fuck me, Yoongi - God, I just want you to use my body and make me cum around your cock." You begged, as Yoongi inched closer towards you, his eyes lingering on your lips. Yoongi, satisfied with your answer, took your hand and led you up the stairs to this mansion.