A Bad Boy Min Yoongi x Reader Smut One-Shot

📍 Setting: A dimly lit campus alleyway after a party. The air is thick with tension as Y/N and Yoongi push past their limits.

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"You're such an asshole, Yoongi." 😡

Yoongi smirks, leaning against the cold brick wall, his dark eyes locked onto you like a predator sizing up its prey. "And? That never stopped you from looking at me like you want me to ruin you." 😈

You scoff, crossing your arms. "Unlike them, I have standards."

He chuckles darkly, stepping closer. "That so? Then why are you still here, arguing with me, instead of walking away?" 😏

The tension crackles like fire, heavy and undeniable. 🔥

Yoongi tilts his head, voice dropping lower. "Tell me to leave, Y/N. Say it, and I swear I'll walk away."

Your throat dries. Your heart pounds. "...I hate you."

His smirk widens as he steps even closer, his lips a breath away from yours. "You hate how much you want me." 😏💥

Before you can respond, Yoongi crashes his lips against yours-rough, desperate, claiming. Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth, your hands gripping his leather jacket as he backs you against the alley wall. His teeth graze your lip, tugging before he deepens the kiss, tongue stroking yours in a way that makes your knees weak. 💋🔥

"Yoongi-someone might see-" you whisper, breathless.

"Let them." He growls, voice dripping with dominance.

His hands roam, fingers sliding under your shirt. A gasp escapes as he cups your breasts, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. Your back arches into his touch.

"Fuck-so sensitive." His voice is laced with amusement as he yanks your shirt higher, mouth latching onto your skin. He sucks, licks, bites-leaving dark marks only he gets to claim. "So fucking pretty when you whimper for me." 😈💦

You squirm as his fingers tease lower, slipping beneath your waistband. He groans when he feels how wet you already are. "Damn, baby. You're dripping for me."

Before you can process, he drops to his knees, pulling your panties down in one swift motion. Your breath catches as his hot mouth presses against your soaked heat.

"Yoongi-" your hands fly to his hair, tugging.

He groans, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through you. "Taste so fucking sweet, baby." 😋 His tongue flicks, circles, sucks-devouring you like a man starved.

Your thighs shake, pleasure building unbearably fast.

"I-I'm gonna-" you gasp.

"Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart." His deep voice alone is enough to push you over the edge. Your moans spill into the night as waves of pleasure crash over you. 💦🔥

Yoongi doesn't stop. He rides out your high, licking up every drop before standing, his lips crashing into yours again. You taste yourself on his tongue, dizzy from the intensity.

"I need to be inside you. Now." He growls, fumbling with his belt.

He spins you around, pressing your chest against the wall. One hand grips your hip, the other guides himself to your entrance. "You're so fucking wet for me."

Without warning, he thrusts deep, stretching you in one rough stroke. Your cry echoes through the alley, fingers clawing at the brick. His pace is brutal-fast, deep, relentless. 💥💦

"Fuck-Yoongi-"

"That's it. Take it, baby. Let them hear how good I fuck you."

A harsh slap lands on your ass, making you jolt and clench around him. 🍑💥

"Shit-do that again and I won't last." He groans, one hand sneaking to rub your clit.

The pleasure is too much. Your body tenses, another orgasm slamming into you.

"Yoongi-oh my god-" you sob, shaking.

He follows moments later, thrusts turning sloppy before he spills deep inside you. He groans, gripping your hips as he rides out his high.

For a moment, you both just breathe, your bodies pressed together, sweaty and spent. 😮‍💨❤️

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🌙 The Next Morning...

You wake up sore, your body still buzzing from last night. Blinking, you expect the bed to be empty-Yoongi's usual bad-boy move. But he's still there.

Lying on his side, watching you with a lazy smirk.

"Morning, trouble." 😏

You blink, stunned. "You... stayed?"

He stretches like a cat, pulling you closer. "What, you thought I'd hit it and quit it?"

You blush. "I mean... yeah."

He tuts, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead. "Tch. You really don't know me, do you?"

Your heart stutters. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a mistake after all. ❤️

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💖 Author's Note

💬 Did you enjoy this chapter? Let me know in the comments! Who should be next? 👀🔥

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