just another bts smut book

Who's Your Oppa? 😽

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader
Genre: Smut
This is just a short little Drabble that did really well on Tumblr, so I thought I would put it here, too.

    It was never a good idea to tease Min Yoongi, but you never really had many ideas that didn't land you in some kind of trouble so teasing him is almost an everyday occurrence, whether it be sexually or not.  Today, though, you were feeling unusually needy and desperately craved relief, but your boyfriend seemed to pay more attention to that damn microphone in his studio than to you.  You had a plan that would definitely change that.  There was no hiding the fact that Yoongi both loved and hated when you wore his clothes because it meant you're trying to show that you're his and he's yours, but it, also, meant you got whatever you wanted because he just couldn't say no.

Whether you simply steal one of his snapbacks or went as far as taking a whole lazy day outfit from him, it always got you exactly what you wanted.  With him being glued to his studio, it was going to take some drastic measures to get him to take his eyes off that stupid computer screen, but it wouldn't be impossible.

    "Yoongi-yah," you addressed him as you leaned against the door frame to his studio room, "Jimin-oppa said he'd come over and hang out with me since you  wo-"

    "You know how I feel about calling the other boys oppa." he said sternly, not looking from the screen.

    "I know, but I don't care right now because you won't pay attention to me.  At least, Jimin-oppa will pay attention to me." you retorted.

    You saw his jaw clench in anger, but he still didn't look away from the screen.

    "I just wanted you to help me pick an outfit for when he comes over."

    "Babe, I told you," he huffed, "I'm very busy.  I don't have time to help you pick out an outfit for your precious Jimin-oppa."

    "Well, what do you think about this?"

    You had on nothing but one of his red flannels, completely unbuttoned.  You're bottom half completely exposed, and your top half only partially covered by the fabric that moved every time you moved.  You knew he'd break as soon as he saw you, but he just wouldn't look away from that computer screen.

    "I'm sure Jimin will love whatever you wear.  Now will you please-"

    "Goddammit, Min Yoongi, just look at me!" you screamed at him out of frustration.

    That was all it took for him to angrily push his chair back and lock his eyes with yours, his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.

    "I am standing here almost completely naked for you, but you won't even fucking turn around, you jackass!"

    The way you threw your arms exposed your chest for his staring eyes.

    "And now that you actually turned around, all you're doing is staring at me!" you continued to yell, "Fucking say something!"

    "Take it off." he stated.  He didn't seem the least bit fazed by your outburst.

    "No!" you refused and started to button up the shirt, "You're lost your chance."

    "I said: Take.  It.  Off." he ordered again, "Or I'm going to come over there and rip it off you."

    You looked from his angry eyes to his pursed lips and down to his hands which were balled up into fists, his nails digging into his palms.  You froze, your dominance diminishing as each second ticked by.  Then, you felt the cold wall hit your back, the red flannel thrown on the ground, and Yoongi's warm body pressed against yours.  He had pushed you with such force you almost couldn't breathe, but you had no trouble letting out a gasp of 'Yoongi-oppa' when he plush lips attacked your neck, licking, sucking, biting.  He stopped once he heard what you said. 

    "I thought Jimin was your oppa." he smirked, but there was still anger in his voice.

    "He is." you replied, deciding to tease him a bit more before you lost all control in the situation.

    He thrusted his hips against yours, causing you to whimper loudly.

    "I'll fucking show you who your oppa is." he growled.