Yoongi Things - Tumblr Posts
10:52pm (M)
When you get Yoongi obedient and fucking your hand in a chair in his studio.
Warnings: Smutty, handjob, fingering, swearing
Word Count: 1k
Enjoy x
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“Feel good?”
“Mmm.” And you know he wants to say ‘fuck yeh’’ from the way he’s rutting into your hand, but two fingers lodged between teeth shuts the notion up.
The feeling of power in this moment is more addictive than sinking on his cock on a Sunday, and you’re revelling in it like it’s never going to happen again. It will. Yoongi’s a sucker for subbing.
“You want more?” You’d figured the most once he started whining and teething against salty fingers, fresh from your core and straight into his mouth.
It’s another whine and a harsh rut in reply.
“Then fuck yourself into my hand, baby.”
He’s loving this. Hands not bound just obediently grappling at the material of the chair as you straddle above him, all sultry glances down into rolling eyes. His hair plasters his forehead in the same way the sweat it sticks to does and there’s a flush bruising his cheeks that he only gets when he’s being edged.
It was only right to use and abuse your man and his dick when you’re told to ‘sit there like a good girl, song’s not gonna be finished for another hour’. He literally stole you from your place in front of the tv at home for studio sex, but then there he was, telling you to sit and wait on his time.
Basterds the one sitting and waiting for you to sink on his dick now, but we can’t all be winners, can we, Yoon?
“Y/N please,” and fuck is it good to hear him beg, no matter the mumble it came out as against wet fingers. So you remove them, lubricated from the way he drooled over you and slot them inside your core that is perched oh so close to where he wants it most.
He’s angry kind of red, both him and his dick, as your hand loosens and then tightens on his length. It’s sporadic and nowhere near enough to have him coming but the sight of you with fingers lodged deep in you and beginning to fuck up and out might just have him spilling before he gets his balls touched.
You’re horny now. Not that you weren’t before but you would be lying if you said not being touched wasn’t as though you were being edged yourself. So fingers, small but with muscle memory of knowing exactly where to touch inside you, are pumping deep and hard and doing wonders for the coil that tightens.
“Shit, that’s hot. H-harder please, fuck.” You give him a squeeze but that’s all. Somewhere between his pleading and whining, you’d given into your pleasure more than his.
It’s delicious, the feeling and the sight, and the added friction you give to your clit has you releasing the first of your fucked out moans.
“You think you can come like this, baby. Spill all over yourself for me?”
“More, please. Fuck- gimme more and I’ll come.”
His eyes don’t plead with yours but train themselves to the hand at your pussy, watching how you begin to jerk into the feeling and eat your fingers up with a newfound urgency. The sight might just do it for him as you feel his hips stutter against your hand and whines of ‘holy shit’ and ramblings of your name coat the hot air.
“Fuck- so good. Come on Yoongi, cum for me.”
Everything feels so good inside you, blowing up and around your body as your eyes roll back and you shake more than you mean to. And it’s so powerful the way you cum that your hand unintentionally tightens around his length which is bursting at the seams. He’s not missing the opportunity and he pistons himself into your grip to find his end.
And he does, moans and grunts flying forwards in the same way his hands now collect around yours at his dick to tighten and squeeze just to get the most out of the way he shoots his load so deliciously on himself and you.
Your man loves the sensation of cumming as much as the next person, but he came so hard just now he thinks he might be more addicted to your hand than his own.
You’re still spasming both internally and on top of him when he begins to groan out words of praise.
“Jesus that was hot, fuck you look so good like that.” He speaks to your cunt more than you because you’re splayed out with fingers still inside. You love the way his eyes bore into your skin like he just might be up for another round, but you pull dripping fingers out and suck them into your mouth like you enjoy it. You don’t. But you live for the expression and the ‘fuck yeh’ you get from it.
He kisses you once your fingers are out. You think he’s chasing your taste but he smiles against you with feeling and you almost think it makes you blush.
“You’re so fucking amazing.” Another kiss. “Love you.”
Yeh, you’re blushing.
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