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Okay so I usually don’t request, but since you opened them I really want to. There is just a little problem I don’t know wat to request 😅 Their are a few things I would like in the scenario and maybe you can do your magic 🥰 If it’s possible I want a yoongi scenario with:
Hand kink (because it’s Yoongi and especially after hearing that they are rough 🥵)
His body hair like his happy trail or armpits (some time ago you had that post with his armpit hair and for some reason it’s hot on him)
I hope it’s not weird, but I don’t request that much😆. But it can be with one of your characters if you like 💜
𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𓃠
bloom - MYG
pairing — dom!yoongi x reader
genre/rating — R | smut, fluff
word count — 1.6K
warnings/tags — strong language, age gap, brother’s best friend au, psychologist!yoongi, explicit smut — oral (m), office sex, throat fucking, dirty talk, spitting, fingering, hair pulling, spanking, slight overstimulation, cum swallowing
a/n — it’s not weird!! lord this request had two of my favorite things of his, you can see how much I rave about his hands + his armpit hair. this got longer than expected I had to cut so much out help
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The surprise on his face has your heart stuttering in your chest. He springs up from his chair as if he didn’t know you were here, despite the receptionist giving him a call to inform him of his unexpected visitor. He takes you into his arms, pressing you firmly against his chest.
“What are you doing here?”
You lean up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, “I went to see Joon and then I said I’ll come see you before I head back to the hotel.”
He guides you behind his desk, sitting you on his lap while he finishes off the email he was busy with before you came in.
You’re not mad at all that it’s been ten minutes since you arrived and all you did was watch him type out over five emails. His pretty fingers skating across the keyboard sends a tingle down the length of your spine. How could someone have such gorgeous hands? Blue veins bulging from under the skin with his movements, protruding knuckles. You’re very aware of how skilled those hands are. What they’re capable of.
The same hand curls around your thigh and you snap back to reality with the feel of his rough skin dragging up your own.
The same hand curls around your thigh and you snap back to reality with the feel of his rough skin dragging up your own.
“You’re wriggling.”
You laugh nervously, “sorry.”
He shakes his head, “so how have you been?”
You clear your throat, the white button up he’s wearing only adds to the heat spreading across your face. Plus the intoxicating smell of his cologne and his natural scent swarms all your senses. You could almost taste it.
“Good. Work is…good, y-you?”
He narrows his eyes at you, readjusting you on his lap before dipping his head to look into your eyes. You glance at him with sweat collecting on your back where his other hand rests, hyperaware of the close proximity.
“What?”
The corner of his mouth stretches into a smirk, “I see. Work is good for me.”
You jolt forward when he places both his hands on your shoulders and brings you back against his chest, hands sliding down to spread your legs apart.
His lips graze the shell of your ear, and your chest is heaving by his featherlight touches on your inner thigh. You scrunch your eyes shut when he whispers your name into your ear, the heat from his breath surging through you to collect in your core.
“Wait.”
You break from his hold and jump off his lap, one thing you’ve been dreaming of ever since the first time you tried it burning into your mind.
His eyes track your movement as you drop to your knees between his legs, hand inching up his shirt to yank at his tie and catch his lips in a searing kiss. Moans spilling into his mouth involuntarily after months of being away from the sensation. You pull out his shirt from inside his slacks, unbuttoning it just as fast as he grips your hair and deepens the kiss, tongue sliding across yours.
“What’s gotten into you?” He pants, sitting back in the chair while you spread open his shirt and drink in the sight of his pale skin. The tufts of dark hair under his arms driving you wild before your lips latch onto the skin below his belly button, tongue darting out to lick at his happy trail.
He groans above you, fingers raking through your hair once again when you nip at the skin of his chest, greedy hands gripping his sides.
“Missed you,” you repeat, making quick work of removing his belt and undoing the button on his slacks. He lifts his hips willingly for you to pull it down to the floor. Thick bulge straining in his boxer briefs.
You watch his Adam’s apple jump as your fingers dance across the outline of his cock, stomach quivering under your palm when you snap the band of his underwear against his skin. His tongue wets his lower lip, nails digging into your scalp in warning.
Salivating at the thought of having his cock in your mouth, you decide to ditch the teasing you had planned and pull his length out of his briefs, tongue poking out when you catch the bead of precum at the tip. Holding his gaze, you grip the base of his cock and run your tongue along the head, the heavy feeling of his cock has you shifting uncomfortably. Your pussy clenches at the promise of him pounding you into the mattress like he did during your last visit.
He nudges your head forward and you hollow out your cheeks, tongue flicking the frenulum before twisting up his cock, spit drizzling down for an easy slide.
“Fuck,” he grunts, urging you to go deeper by snapping his hips toward your mouth.
You oblige by taking him to the back of your throat, tongue curling around the thick vein on the side before pulling back and taking in a deep breath of air. By the way he adjusts his grip of your hair and the determined look in his eyes, you place your hands on his thighs and prepare for him to abuse your throat. Eyes scrunching shut as the tip grazes the back with you moaning around his length, swallowing on each thrust to hear him groan and hiss.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, fingers tangled in your hair while he fucks your throat with rapid flexes of his hips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
His cock smacks your cheek when he pulls out to give you some time to breath before lodging his cock deep inside your throat once again. Eyes prickling with tears when he holds you in place and rolls his hips against your face, balls slapping your chin when he regains his pace.
You’re relishing in the filthy sounds coming from his mouth, sweat glistening on his broad chest as he uses your throat to his heart’s content. Your jaw begins to ache and spit leaks down the sides of your mouth, but you’re all too consumed by the view and the feeling to care.
Feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, you reach up and roll his balls in your palm, obedient eyes peering up at him.
“Fuck. You’re gonna swallow all my cum?”
You nod eagerly, whimpering with your mouth stuffed full.
“No, wanna cum on this pretty face,” he grits, thumb pressing into your cheek enough for more of your slick to seep out of your cunt.
Your eyes widen when he goes deeper into your throat, his leaking tip reaching an untouched spot with languid strokes.
“Or on these pretty tits,” he reaches into your shirt and cups your breast through your bra, tugging at your pebbled nipple.
You double your efforts, squeezing his balls while pressing your tongue into the underside of his cock, a particularly loud moan rumbling from his chest.
He pulls you off his length harshly and tugs at his cock, lip tucked between his teeth.
“Come on, get your tongue out.”
Sticking your tongue out as far as it can go, his cock lays heavy on the wet muscle as thick, white ropes splatter into your mouth, some hitting your cheek and chest while he keeps you in place. You swallow every last drop, lips suctioning around the head to hear him hiss.
You gasp when he lifts you to your feet by your hair and spins you around swiftly, flipping up your skirt with a resounding smack to your ass.
“Such a dirty girl, so eager to get on your knees for me,” he smacks your ass again, calloused hands soothing the burn, “bend over.”
Your elbows hit the desk as you stick your ass out for him, trembling at the prospect of having his long fingers buried inside your sopping pussy.
“Sucking me off gets you this wet, hmm?” He pushes your panties to the side, fingers spreading your folds open while you’re trying to stay on your feet, watching him over your shoulder, core throbbing.
He spits noisily on your pussy, thumb mixing his saliva and your arousal together before plunging two fingers into your walls. Your eyes slip shut, head hung between your shoulders as he fucks his fingers into your cunt.
“Yoongi, fuck,” you cry, rolling your ass onto his hand while he curls his fingers to rub your sweet spot.
Your mouth hangs open, legs trembling when he adds a third finger and fucks into you quicker, the other hand holding you wide open for him.
“This is what you wanted. My fingers in your tiny little pussy. Fuck look what a mess you’re making.”
Mewling at his words, you urge him to go faster, the pleasure sparking when he reaches down to rub at your clit, head sinking down to hit the desk.
“Yes, yes, please.”
“Please what?”
He rubs your clit at breakneck speed, fingers sinking into your quivering hole with loud squelches. Chuckling when your legs slip and he has to hold you up with his arm around your waist.
“Wanna cum, please,” you moan, grinding on his hand filthily, “wanna cum on your fingers.”
His palm presses into your clit, fingers digging into that spot repeatedly until you tip over the edge with an overwhelming wave pulsing through you, warmth sizzling over your skin. He fucks you through your high, growling words of praise before pulling you back onto his lap.
He tucks your hair behind your ear, cuddling you to him while you hum sleepily, still spasming from your orgasm.
“I said I was gonna come see you later,” he laughs, kissing down the column of your throat, “so you better be ready for me.”
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