Not Just a Pretty Face • BTS OT7

Thanks to my dear friend who made my OC come to life; she produced the perfect image of Siri 🥹

Wordcount: ~3700

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Min Yoongi loves to eat pussy.

It’s not just his favourite thing to do, it’s a talent. It’s a specialty he’s perfected over the years. He calls it tongue technology, and he swears no one does it better than him.

He loves all kinds of pussy. Freshly waxed or left natural. Big lips, small lips. Pierced or tattooed. He loves the ones attached to women that tremble under his mouth, gasping and writhing until they can’t speak, and sometimes, he falls in love for a few minutes when his hair is grabbed and his face is being ridden and grinded on.

Don’t mistake pleasure for affection, though. To Yoongi, women are like his best strains of weed or coke. They get sampled, enjoyed, and eventually passed on. He never gets attached.

Owner of club Suga n Spice, with a side hustle of drug dealing for those who know how to ask, Yoongi isn’t the type of man you notice right away. He likes to stay in the background and watch as the world moves around him. He observes, takes internal notes, and he’s also a man of few words. His expression stays the same whether he’s counting cash or watching someone make a fool of themselves, lips barely twitching, even when he’s amused.

Yoongi prefers to keep to himself—that is until a certain kind of woman catches his eye. Women he wants to take somewhere private like his back office, the backseat of his car, or his apartment. Somewhere where they can light up a joint or sniff some powder before they get down to business. Real business.

The type of business involving his tongue that he’s famous for amongst those who’ve had the pleasure.

On this particular night, Yoongi sees her walk into his club, and he couldn’t take his feline-like eyes away.

She walks in wearing a tight blood-red bodycon dress that hugged her curves, and the shade of red made her blue eyes shine even brighter under the dim lights of the club. Her dark hair has that beach-wavy look, and her lips were plump with dark red lipstick that stood out against her smooth skin.

Those lips looked delectable in Yoongi’s opinion. Kissable. Perfect for nibbling. Lips that would look incredible wrapped around his cock. Lips a man could spend hours kissing without ever needing to part for air.

Yoongi could already tell her pussy lips would be just as delicious as her mouth. He could almost taste her from across the club and his cock twitched at the thought, making his pants feel a little too tight.

If only he could see that red wasn’t there to tempt him…

But Yoongi wasn’t the only one to notice the woman in red. A few hungry eyes were already on her from men who looked like they would take their shot if given half a chance.

Yoongi wasn’t about to let that happen.

When she made her way to the bar, he made his move. He strolled up like he owned the place (which he did), and he leaned against the bar beside her, close enough for her to catch his cologne and the faint smell of cigarettes lingering on his clothes, but also close enough for him to smell her perfume too. She smelled like candy.

He should’ve listened to his mother to not take candy from strangers.

“Well hello, gorgeous.”

The woman turns her head with those blue eyes looking him up and down before she registers his face. She thinks he wasn’t too bad looking; maybe a tad too pale but otherwise he’s alright. She could definitely have some fun with someone like him.

A slow smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Hi.”

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?”

She chuckles, “Really? That’s what you’re gonna open with?”

Yoongi’s mouth curled into the smallest smirk. “What can I say? I like to start simple.”

She smirks back, resting her right elbow on the bar before setting her chin on her palm and she tilts her head. “I guess simple can work sometimes.”

Yoongi nods toward the bartender. “Hey, Chan, give us something from the top shelf.”

The woman’s brows lift slightly. “I guess you either work here or you come here often?”

“I own the place,” Yoongi replies casually, his eyes never leaving hers.

She takes the glass the bartender sets down, a little smile appearing on her lips. “Oooh, lucky me.”

Yoongi’s lips lift into a more obvious smirk. “Not yet, gorgeous… but you might be.”

She raises the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip while keeping her gaze locked on him. “So what do I call the man who owns this place?”

“Yoongi,” he tells her just before he takes a sip of his own drink.

“Siri,” she replies.

He raises an eyebrow, “Like the phone assistant?”

Her smile widens, “Yep, exactly like that.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

She scoffs playfully, “Is that supposed to make me melt and get butterflies?”

Yoongi shrugs, keeping his smirk. “Maybe. Did it work?”

“Fuck no,” Siri chuckles. “I’m guessing you use that on all the women who catch your eye?”

“Only the ones I plan on keepin’ around for more than a drink.” Yoongi bites his lower lip while his gaze shamelessly drifts over her body before returning to her eyes.

“Mmm,” Siri hums, swirling the liquor in her glass. “And why exactly would you wanna keep me around?” She couldn’t help but smile with mischief glinting in her eyes. Then, casually, she glides her foot forward, lightly grazing the inside of Yoongi’s leg before trailing it up and down slowly to tease him.

Yoongi’s breath hitches and he feels his pants become that little bit tighter. It was clear Siri was after the same thing he wanted and she wasn’t shy about it. He liked that.

“Well… who wouldn’t want to keep you around?” Yoongi then leans in until his lips are close enough to brush her ear. “You ever experienced tongue technology?”

Siri raises an eyebrow with amusement. “No, what’s that? We make out for hours using our tongues? Or is it you licking me all over?”

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head with a rare genuine smile that shows his gums. For someone who looked so dangerously sexy, there was a spark of innocence in this woman that Yoongi felt was almost… adorable.

“Well, sweetheart,” he replies, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before locking back onto her eyes, “I’m a helluva lot better at showing rather than telling…. You interested?”

Siri smirks, swirling the last sip of liquor in her glass. “Maybe,” she says with her tone playful. “But… being a club owner, I’m guessing you deal with… more than just drinks—if you catch my drift?”

Yoongi’s smirk drops instantly and his eyes narrow. “That sounds a lot like a loaded question, gorgeous,” he says cautiously.

She raises an eyebrow, “Is it?”

“Depends.” He leans back, scanning her from head to toe again, trying to figure out if there was something she might be hiding. “You a cop? Undercover? You can tell me, it won’t hurt my feelings.”

Siri let out a short laugh, almost scoffing. “Are you serious? Do I look like a cop?”

“Looks don’t mean shit,” Yoongi retorts, his tone filled with suspicion. “Some of them walk in here dressed just like you, trying to catch me slippin’.”

Siri lips curve into a sly smile. “And here I thought I was just flirting for a good time and making conversation.”

“Conversation about other things usually comes with a badge or a wire,” he mutters, still watching her closely. “So which is it?”

“Neither. I’m just a woman who wouldn’t mind taking the edge off before you show me whatever this tongue technology is. I came here looking for a fuck, and I’ve found it—unless you don’t want to?”

For a moment, Yoongi says nothing. He just lets the music thump between them while his gaze sweeps over Siri’s face, reading every expression of hers. She didn’t have the stiff posture or sharp-eyed watchfulness of a cop. She clearly had no badge tucked under that skin-tight dress. She did just look like a woman who wanted to get high and get fucked.

“You wanna pat me down?” Siri asks. “I’d be more than happy to let your hands roam my body. You’ll see that there’s absolutely nothing underneath this dress…”

Yoongi chuckles under his breath, his gaze darkening with approval. With her saying something like that, he was satisfied he was safe.

“Now you’re speakin’ my language.” Yoongi places his hand on Siri’s thigh as he leans in closer. “Finish your drink, gorgeous. I’ll take care of you.”

After they both sniff a line of snow in Yoongi’s car, he only just makes it through his front door before his mouth is back on Siri’s.

There’s nothing slow or careful about them; just heat, lips crashing, teeth grazing, hands already roaming, grabbing and feeling.

Yoongi doesn’t bother leading Siri to his bedroom, the living room couch will do—heck, even the kitchen bench will do.

He pushes her back until her back hits the bench, all while kissing her hungrily, his hands gripping her hips making dents into her skin.

But then a thought flashes through Yoongi’s mind. That little bit of caution from earlier.

Without hesitation, he turns Siri around and unzips her dress while he nibbles and kisses behind her ear. He hastily pulls her tight red dress down and turns her back around to face him, revealing her beautiful naked body.

No wire.

Relief courses through him. She’s definitely not a cop.

But what Yoongi does see makes his breath hitch and his cock harden even more.

Her pretty pussy.

A low, almost feral sound escapes Yoongi’s throat as he lifts Siri so she’s sitting on the edge of the bench. He steps between her legs, keeping them open before he leans in.

“Fuck… look at you. Lookin’ so good to eat. Come to daddy, gorgeous. I’ll show you my tongue technology.”

His hands grip her thighs, and he dives face first, his mouth closing over Siri’s core where the first stroke of his tongue is greedy, licking from the bottom of her ass to her clit. Yoongi’s been hungry before, but this is different. He was ravenous.

“Damn, I could just die in this pussy,” he mumbles. “Taste so fuckin’ good.”

He inserts his tongue as deep as he can into her slick cunt, tasting the sweetness that is her. Meanwhile, his nose rubs against her clit while he hums, his deep voice sending vibrations through Siri that makes her body shake and her pussy leaks all over his chin.

“H-holy shit, Y-Yoongi!” She moans as her hands slide into his hair, fingers curling as she tries to not lose control just yet.

He keeps his mouth working on her while he tilts his head to see her every reaction. The way her chest heaves makes her breasts jiggle a little. Her eyes are squeezed shut at the pleasure. Soft gasps and whimpers leave her plump red lips. God, she was so damn beautiful falling apart from his tongue, it made Yoongi want more.

So he enters two fingers into her and starts fucking her with them. Her creamy slick coats his digits in no time at all.

Siri’s breath catches, her nails scraping against Yoongi’s scalp at the intensity of how quick he was pumping his fingers and how controlled his tongue was over her swelling clit. And what made it all better was the way Yoongi curled his fingers inside her, hitting that soft spongy spot over and over.

“Fuck, just like that! Keep going just like that!” she tells him, gripping his hair a little tighter as she grinds on his mouth.

Making sure he keeps fucking his fingers into the woman with the best tasting pussy he’s ever had, Yoongi smirks against her, thinking, Yeah, I’m in trouble. I’m in love with this pussy.

The taste of Siri already has him hooked. He’s decided he’s not letting this one go. This one will have to be more than a one time thing.

As he keeps finger-fucking her and sucking her clit, Siri’s juices drip down Yoongi’s hand where it makes him get a thought that he can’t wait to lather his cock up with it before he slips inside of her and fucks her brains out.

“God! So close!” Siri cries out. “Right there, right there!” Her breath starts hitching, her hips shake restlessly as though she can’t decide whether to pull Yoongi closer or push him away.

Then that burning ache in her core bursts. Siri grips Yoongi’s hair hard, almost painfully so, holding him in place while her whole body jolts and trembles, and a pleased cry leaves her lips as her orgasm washes over her.

Yoongi doesn’t stop even after Siri cums. He doesn’t stop when her voice breaks into gasps, or when her legs twitch around him. He wants to take every bit of this with him, and store it in his memory. Keep it as something he can play back in his head on the nights he’s not with her. On the night it’s just him and his hand.

After her high has come and gone, Siri comes to her senses and she focuses back on the task at hand.

“Looks like it’s your turn now,” she says to Yoongi.

The way she said that makes him freeze up. It wasn’t a playful purr or the kind of coy teasing he heard from her earlier. No, her voice was low. Monotonous. Heavy. With no emotion behind it.

Yoongi lifts his gaze to Siri’s face and finds that her eyes no longer hold that soft flirtation behind it. Instead, her blue eyes were dark, serious and unwavering. They practically pierced into his soul, making the hairs at the back of his neck rise and a chill slide down his spine.

If looks could kill… This was the look.

“Tell me, Yoongi,” she says, her voice deceptively light while she seductively glides her hand over one of her breasts, “you still deal to teenagers?”

Yoongi’s brows knit together, “W-what?”

“You heard me,” she says more seriously.

His confusion deepens. “Why the hell would I—where’s that even coming from??”

“Because you did it back then.”

“Back then?? What are you—”

“Hybez High,” Siri elaborates. “You dealt drugs and gave some to your friends. What’d you guys call yourselves again?” She tilts her head, pretending to think. “Oh, right,” she chuckles humourlessly, “Bangtan, wasn’t it?”

Hearing that name made Yoongi’s heart drop and his pale skin goes even paler. The fact that Siri knows that name means one thing.

She actually knows him and his friends.

Back in high school (over 15 years ago), everyone knew that name. Bangtan was what the most popular boys in school called themselves as they were apparently bulletproof. The ones who got away with anything. The ones people either wanted to be or wanted to be with.

Their reputations stretched beyond their own year group too, and back then, Yoongi played his part as the quiet and wise druggie. The one who always had a way to get things others couldn’t.

But there’s something wrong with this situation. Yoongi can’t place Siri in his highschool. He doesn’t remember ever seeing a girl like her back then. Not with those icy blue eyes, not with a body like hers, and certainly not with a pretty face like hers—a face that, if he had seen it in his teens, he would never have forgotten.

The gap in his memory makes his skin prickle. If she was there back then, and if she’s here now, it wasn’t a coincidence.

She actually sought him out tonight. She made sure they were alone. She wanted him vulnerable.

The question burning in Yoongi’s mind though… Why?

Siri smirks at him almost wickedly now, “So how are the guys, Yoongi? Livin’ it up like you are?”

Said man gets a sense that he and his friends are in big trouble. He starts to pull back, but he doesn’t make it far. Siri’s thighs snap shut around his head with a sudden crushing force. The movement is so fast, it knocks the breath from Yoongi’s lungs.

“Wait!—” he tries to say, but it’s already too late.

Siri squeezes harder, locking him in place, pressing his face against her pussy until there’s no space to move and no air to take in. His hands grab onto her thighs, trying to force her off, but her grip only tightens.

Yoongi’s chest pounds with panic. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, but every instinct is telling him to get out. The playful, flirtatious woman from earlier is gone. Right now, a hot, naked woman is trying to hurt him.

He tries to shift sideways, tries to lift her off, but Siri moves with him, keeping him locked exactly where she wants him.

Yoongi didn’t know how, but it was like she planned to have him this way. Like she trained her legs—and obviously herself—to be strong and to be able to subdue a man.

But why?

Who is she?

Why was she doing this??

Yoongi’s lungs start to scream for air, and the pressure around his head is too strong. He twists his body, scratching and pushing at Siri’s hips, trying to force any gap between them.

But nothing. Her grip is like iron and her thighs are strong like damn steel.

Through it all, Siri doesn’t move the rest of her body. She just sits there, leant back on her left forearm, holding the edge of the bench for support while her right hand keeps his head in place between her legs. She’s all calm and steady while those ice-blue eyes of hers are fixed on the supplier, watching every twitch and every second of him trying to fight her off.

The pounding in Yoongi’s ears thump loudly, matching the erratic beating of his heart, and his strength feels like it’s draining with each passing second. A rush of heat floods his face from the terrifying knowledge that Siri is in complete control. That she could keep him here until he…

He tries to look at Siri again, and even with his blurry vision, that’s when he sees things clearly.

There’s no hesitation behind her eyes. It was just her gritting her teeth so hard with a dark, hateful, maddening look of determination to keep him locked right where he is, unable to breathe. Unable to leave.

And the realisation comes to him.

She wants him to die.

But why?

Why? Why? WHY?!

Through the chaos of it all, a twisted thought pushes through Yoongi’s confusion. How ironic is this? Didn’t I say ten minutes ago that I’d die for this pussy?

Yoongi has spent his nights chasing this exact position, worshipping the softness and flavours between a woman’s legs, and yet now here he is, about to suffocate by the very thing he loves most.

His vision starts to blur and he feels himself slipping. His mind and body both feel numb by the second.

That’s until he remembers something…

“Yoongi-hyung!”

The memory pulls him back to a night long before Siri, long before this terrifying moment. He’s in the lounge of one of his friend’s houses where a party was taking place, smoking a joint and drinking a beer. There’s bodies of laughter and music around him, and then he hears that familiar voice again.

“Hey, Yoongi-hyung!”

One of his friends comes up to him, grinning but nervous, leaning in so no one else hears. “Hey do you have your little stash with you? Got anything to help one relax and let loose a little?”

Yoongi remembers smirking with confidence, “Yeah… I’ve got a couple things that’ll work.” He pats his pocket, pulling out a few small bags containing multiple little pills. He takes out two and hands it to his younger friend while saying, “Careful. One should be enough but if you feel like you wanna really fly, then take two.”

The younger grins wider, relief flashing in his eyes. “Thanks, hyung.”

Yoongi just nods and takes another drag of his joint, watching his friend disappear into the crowd… towards the drinks…

And then towards a girl with dark hair.

But Yoongi didn’t see her face, just her back.

The scene disappears as fast as it came, and the memory leaves a sour taste in Yoongi’s mouth in the present moment.

But that didn’t matter anymore. Not when he couldn’t breathe, and not when the last of his fight was gone.

Darkness overcomes Yoongi while Siri holds on a little longer, just to be sure.

Then, she finally releases him.

He drops to the floor with a heavy thump, limbs sprawled, head lolling to one side, and the room is silent except for Siri’s own uneven breathing.

She sits her naked body upright on the kitchen bench, bare skin cooling against the surface, with her eyes fixed on him. The Supplier.

She watches him for a long moment, and when she’s certain he’s not moving, she exhales a sigh of contentment.

Sliding down from the bench, Siri walks naked across the kitchen in her red heels with no rush at all. The red dress waits for her where Yoongi had peeled it off her earlier. She steps into it, pulling the fabric up over her body, then smoothing it into place as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

But then a flash of movement catches her eye.

It was the faint reflection of herself in the shiny surface of the microwave. She steps closer to it, straightening her posture, fixing her hair, and then she fixes her smudged lipstick with her fingertip.

Her eyes harden in the reflection, but then slowly, she smiles, looking wickedly victorious.

“One down,” she murmurs to herself, her smirk widening. “Six to go.”

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