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“Am I boring you?”
Jimin’s sweet voice made you look at him with wide eyes, so used to not hearing when people talked to you that you thought this might be the case. The man was sitting next to you on the couch of Yoongi’s dressing room and while he was a good company, someone easy to talk to, your heart and mind were somewhere else.
“Not at all, Jimin-ssi.” you shook your head, always surprised about hearing your own voice. “Sorry, I was just–”
“Drooling over your man?” Jimin laughed, eyes almost disappearing. “I get it, we’ve all been there.”
It’s been two weeks since your life started again.
Two weeks since you were given 77% of the hearing on your right ear back. It didn’t mean your whole life changed in the blink of an eye, nor that you became the same person you were when you first lost your hearing, but it was a start. More than that, it was a new chance for you to learn things again.
You could hear music, you heard your parents’ voice again. You heard Ari and found out what she sounded like. You heard your own laugh and Yoongi–
As if just now understanding what Jimin said, you stared at him with the rise of an eyebrow: “What do you mean you’ve all–”
“Baby?”
Well, fuck.
No matter how many times you heard Yoongi’s voice, or the sweet tone in which he called you by that term of endearment, you couldn’t get used to it. You had your breath knocked out of you each time.
His tone was so low and deep, words dragged and a little scratchy. It was mind blowing how someone so kind, who looked so soft, could have such a raspy and rough voice.
When you managed to look up, you knew your face was burning and your insides were squirming with butterflies. It didn’t help that Yoongi knew the effect he had on you, loving every second of it.
Jimin was saying something next to you, probably a tease aimed at you and your boyfriend, but your brain effectively shut him out when the corner of Yoongi’s lips raised in a side smirk that should sound like a growl. You were about to go feral when he offered you a hand to help you stand up.
“Hyung–” Jimin tried again, but was cut off as Yoongi sent him a glare.
“Go wait outside, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi wasn’t harsh in his words, but his tone left no space for arguments. Then he looked over his shoulder and ordered: “All of you can leave, too.”
You didn’t look past Yoongi to see who was still in the room with you, completely hypnotized by the man you loved. His hair was messier than usual, framing his face in tiny waves that would no doubt be curly with sweat by the end of the night. The chains around his neck were thick and heavy, his eye makeup was subtle, but gave him a dangerous edge that was enough to make you melt.
Yoongi used his hold on your hand to pull you up from the couch, your small heels doing nothing to make your heights any closer. Your body went to his like following the pull of a magnet, chest pressing against his as your free hand found his shoulder.
“Cat got your tongue?” Yoongi teased you and you knew he was living for it. “It’s only us now, no need to be shy.”
“Not shy.” you said, oh so well articulated. If only you didn’t hear the coy in your own voice. “Just… You.”
“Me?” he repeated with a low chuckle that you felt between your legs. The menace that he was, Yoongi tilted his head, licked his lips and dropped his voice impossibly lower. “What about me?”
You opened and closed your mouth to say something, but your brain was nothing but static and buzzing noises. And there comes the dangerous smirk again–
“Oh, fuck it.”
You pulled your hand from his grasp and all but shoved it into his hair, grabbing the strands to keep his face in place as you raised yourself on the balls of your feet to reach his mouth with yours. You felt his smirk grow against your lips as Yoongi gave you two seconds to have your way before taking control.
One of his hands went to the back of your neck to tilt your head sideways so he could push his tongue into your mouth and kiss you hard. His other arm was around your waist and squeezing your hip, making you bow your back as you tried to keep up with his toe-curling kiss that let you taste the alcohol on lips.
Yoongi flicked his tongue teasingly, in slow, wet drags that made you press your thighs together and the pressure between your legs made you moan into Yoongi’s mouth. The sound was still very new to you and it mortified you every time, making you pull away from his mouth with wide eyes.
“Don’t act so innocent now, you make noises much dirtier than this.” Yoongi mumbled, licking between his lips to clean off your saliva.
“Yoongi.” you groaned, hiding your face in his chest. “Don’t do this now.”
“Mhmm, I’ll stop, but just because I have to go.” he told you with arms around you. “But later? You’re gonna let me hear you.”
“Yoongi!” you complained, feeling your panties sticking to your middle.
Your boyfriend had more he wanted to say, you could tell but his sharp, cat eyes. But the knock on the door was enough for you to know that you really did have no time left. It physically hurt you to have to let go of Yoongi, but you were also excited about seeing him on stage.
“You got your earmuffs, right?” Yoongi asked you with a hand cradling your cheek.
You mumbled: “They make me look like a child.”
“You won’t have to wear them forever.” he assured you, thumb tracing your bottom lip. “But you need them tonight, okay?”
“I know, I’m just being a baby.” you took a long sigh, taking a tiny step back. It might be out of habit, or maybe just a sweet thing between the two of you that would stick, but you still used your hands to sign: “You got this, baby.”
Yoongi smiled, pre-concert jitters clear in the way he tried to pretend everything was normal. As the second pair of knocks hit the door, your boyfriend kissed your lips and led you outside, only letting go of your hand when you had to go your separate ways.
Jimin was waiting for you, leaning against a wall. His bucket hat was low in his head and a face mask was covering half of his face. You could still see his tiny eyes as he smiled at you, offering his arm for you to hold.
A couple of security guards led the two of you through the many corridors, elevators and stairs that took you from the backstage area, to the VIP booth. Jimin made sure you had the concert ear protection over your head, which was meant to keep you safe through the loud music and screaming of the thousands of passionate fans.
By the time you made it to the front of the booth, Yoongi was already on stage, jumping around and rapping into his mic as the sea of fans headbanged in the rhythm of the song he was playing.
Even with your good ear muffled, you could still hear everything around you. It did help that Yoongi sat with you, a week ago, and showed you all of his songs so that you’d get familiar with them by the time of his concert. You were absolutely shocked with the level of talent that he had and you didn’t spare praises as he showed you demos and told you heartbreaking stories behind his lyrics.
On the third song, you were already dancing and jumping.
When you looked at Jimin, to say something about Yoongi’s growling into the mic, you saw his phone was now aimed at you, and not at the man on stage.
“What are you doing?” you asked him, probably a little louder than was necessary.
“Filming you!” he shrugged as if it was obvious. “If I don’t send this to the group chat, I’ll be kicked out of Bangtan!”
“I don’t believe that for a second.” you laughed, but still waved at the camera.
“Hang on, I want to show you something.” Jimin spoke more to himself, closing out of his phone and pushing it into his pocket.
He stood next to you, scanning the crowd as if he was looking for something in the middle of the sea of people. It didn’t take him long to point in a direction, excitedly trying to show it to you.
“What am I looking at?” you squinted your eyes, as if that would make you see better.
“Okay, hang on–you see that red emergency light?” Jimin pointed again and you nodded once you located it. “Move your eyes to the right–”
“You mean that woman on top of the thing?” you caught the sore-eye in the first floor, the thing that stood out the most. A woman dressed in all black, just like Yoongi’s staff members, but she wasn’t facing the stage, she was facing the crowd and– “Jimin. Is she…”
“She’s a sign language interpreter.” he nodded, a friendly palm on the middle of your back. “Hyung hired one for every venue, so whoever needs it can enjoy the concert a little better.”
“I don’t even know what to say.” at this point you were trying not to cry.
You knew Yoongi hadn’t done this for you, not when he had so much trust that the procedure would work on you. But maybe it was because of you that he thought about things like that now, not only trying to make changes in his life so you could fit in more comfortably next to him, but changing the way he saw the world.
And it made you extremely happy and proud of Yoongi for thinking about his fans and audibly impaired people who could benefit from having an interpreter in the crowd.
“Hyung is the best, you can say it.” Jimin was obviously proud of his brother, too.
“Yes, he– wait a minute, what did you mean ‘we’ve all been there’?!”
“I don't remember the last time I had so much fun.” Jimin said as the doors of the elevator closed and the three of you were alone.
He’d removed the face mask in the car and you’d done the same to the protection ear covers, while all Yoongi did was sip on the rest of his whisky cup.
“I was that good, huh?” despite looking spent after an almost three hour concert, Yoongi still had that cocky aura about him.
“I don't mean you, hyung. I'm talking about her.” the younger man scoffed, tipping his head to point at you. “It was awesome. You got a feisty one there.”
You were absolutely mortified by that accusation, which made Yoongi laugh and pull you closer to him. His back was against the elevator wall and his arms circled your waist, pressing your back to his front.
“Jimin! You promised you wouldn’t tell him!” you nagged, arms crossed against your chest.
“Wait, did something happen?” Yoongi wanted to know while you shot daggers at Jimin, but he completely ignored it.
“I thought she was gonna fling herself into the crowd to slap a fan.” the man you thought was your friend didn’t even wait to throw you under the bus.
“Listen okay, the girl was yelling dramatically and it was annoying everyone around her!” your voice got whinier, you noted, trying to defend your own honor.
You couldn’t tell if Yoongi was really listening or not, one of his hands resting on your hip to pull you backwards to press– Oh, fuck, that was his cock rubbing against your ass.
“She cursed the girl’s fifth generation, all using sign language.” Jimin was having the time of his life, laughing so much you thought he might fall on the floor from it. “It was an incredible experience.”
Yoongi’s chuckle was delivered against your shoulder, sending tingles all over your body. You couldn’t help but press back against him as you heard the lazy drag of his voice: “I didn't know you were like that.”
“I'm not.” your face wash flushed and you groaned. “And the girl didn't even notice, so it's fine.”
“What was she yelling to get you so worked up?” Yoongi asked with his mouth dangerously close to the spot on your neck that made you whine.
You didn’t want to reply, but knowing Jimin and seeing his devil smile, you had no other choice than to say: “‘Yoongi marry me’.”
It was enough for Jimin to laugh again and Yoongi squeezed you just a little more, rocking his hips just once, just to tease you with his hardening cock. You were going a little crazy there, on the way to the last floor of the New York City hotel you were all staying at. The elevator felt stuffy, embarrassment threatening to make your face catch on fire.
Meanwhile, Yoongi didn’t care about groping you in front of his best friend. Jimin was either classy enough to pretend not to notice, or he really didn’t care.
The ding! that announced you reached your destination made you let out a breath of relief, but Yoongi held you in place to make sure Jimin got out first.
“You guys want to hang out?” Jimin invited, walking ahead of you down the hall. “I’m thinking about ordering some new york pizza. Have you ever had it, Yn?”
You were shaking your head and Yoongi didn’t answer his friend, waiting for you to reply. You could tell that your boyfriend was more interested in something else at the moment, with the way he was all over your back, but he would still do whatever you chose to.
Unfortunately for Jimin, you couldn’t wait to get Yoongi alone.
“Maybe tomorrow?” you offered sheepishly, feeling Yoongi’s rumble of approval behind you.
“Fineeeee, you guys can go fuck and I’ll call Taetae.” Jimin said it as if it was the most natural thing to say, adding: “Just remember I’m on the same floor and keep it quiet.”
“Don’t listen to him.” Yoongi nosed the outside of your ear, making you tremble.
Jimin yelled goodnight before entering his room and Yoongi simply pulled you into yours. You had no idea when Yoongi unlocked it, didn’t see or feel him using the keycard, but you stopped caring about it as soon as you were being pressed against the door.
“I had a lot of fun today,” Yoongi told you while caging you in between you and the wood. “But I do miss having you to myself all day.”
“Good thing we’ll be living together soon enough, then.” you grinned, hands touching his stomach and moving up to his chest.
“If your sister lets me take you, that is.” your boyfriend laughed and, even if that was a possibility, you didn’t want to talk about your family right now.
“Mhm, weird. I was under the impression you’re not the type to ask for permission.” your hands got hold of his chain, fingers slipping underneath it to pull him closer. “Thought you’d just take what you want.”
Yoongi’s laugh turned into something a little darker as he rested a palm on the space next to you on the door, the other hand coming to the base of your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but the touch alone was burning hot making you part your lips.
“If I take what I want,” he started lowly, lips ghosting yours, allowing you to smell the faint whiskey on his breath. “You won't be able to walk tomorrow.”
You were rendered speechless from what Yoongi was alluding to, and you knew he wasn't all talk. In fact, after watching him on stage, sweating, growling and commanding an arena full of people that didn't even speak his language, you knew just how much power he held.
And you wanted nothing more than to give in and submit.
You just didn't know how to ask for it.
Lucky for you, Yoongi could read you like a book, noticing the rise and fall of your chest, the glassy look in your eyes, the tiny movement of your hips as you tried to get closer to him. Your fingers were flexing around his chain, silently begging for everything he'd be willing to give you.
That's when his hand went from your throat to your jaw and Yoongi pressed a hard kiss against your mouth. His lips moved slowly, coaxing you to do the same, seducing you into parting your mouth for his tongue to slip inside and find yours.
You were already breathing erratically, one hand finding its way into his hair to drag your nails against his scalp. That had Yoongi pressing harder against you, one of his legs slipping between yours.
As if your body had a mind of its own, a very dirty mind at that, you parted your legs wider and rolled your hips down until you were grinding on Yoongi’s thigh. The material of his pants felt warm and rough against your bare legs and your thin underwear did nothing to stop your wetness from staining the fabric.
Yoongi’s hand moved from your jaw to your neck, just as he tilted your head at an angle that allowed him to deepen the kiss. Fingers found your pulse points on the sides of your throat, pressing down until you felt deliciously dizzy, just for a few seconds, just until you were whimpering.
He smirked into the kiss, licking your tongue with his as that same hand moved down to your chest and he squeezed one of your tits over your dress.
“Yoongi…” you moaned around the word, pulling from the kiss as you needed to catch Your breath. “Tonight is about you.”
He chuckled, the way it sent tiny shocks straight to your pussy. “Making you feel good is about me.”
“But I want to make you feel good.” you couldn’t call this a complaint, but you pushed your body off the door and Yoongi took a small step back, jut to give you breathing room.
“You think I don't feel good?” he challenged, reaching for your hand and bringing your palm to his crotch.
Yoongi was hard, ever since the elevator ride. Maybe since the car, when he got to see you again. He let go of your wrist to let you decide if you wanted to continue your argument or let him kiss you again, which you appreciated as you tried to make your brain work a little faster.
Your fingers traced his length, palming the erection that felt painful, stuck inside tight jeans. That couldn't feel better than what you had in mind, despite the small hums coming out from Yoongi’s mouth as you rubbed your palm on the tip.
“Come with me.”
You said, reluctantly letting go of his cock in order to hold his hand and walk deeper into the hotel room. The two of you kicked out of your shoes and Yoongi took off his socks before you were even pushing the door of the penthouse suite open.
The lights were already on and the bed was made; soft and lux white sheets that didn't have a single crease. The furthest wall was make of floor to ceiling windows that showed the beautiful New York City lights.
Instead of worrying if people in the nearby buildings could see you, you led Yoongi to the bed and he followed your lead wordlessly. Your boyfriend laid down in the middle of the bed, back propped up by pillows, legs spread out invitingly.
You crawled to him, throwing a leg over his hips to straddle him. Yoongi’s hands went immediately to your ass, guiding you and positioning you on top of him so that your pussy was right over his cock. You threw your hair over one shoulder to keep it away from your face, rolling your hips and grinding down as you watched Yoongi’s face.
His lips Were swollen and red, slightly parted as your humping provided him pressure. His lids were lowered and pupils blown.
“Not so bad, huh?” it was your turn to tease, even if you sounded a little breathless.
“Can't say I have any complaints.” he shrugged, almost nonchalantly.
And then Yoongi was sitting up to reach you, mouth going straight to your neck as you sat on his lap. Fast fingers found your thin dress straps to push them off your shoulders, down and off your arms, revealing your braless tits.
You pushed them together with your arms, making them appear more plump. Yoongi groaned, all raspy and sexy, before taking them in his hands.
His fucking hands.
So veiny, with long fingers, short filed nails and–
“Fuck–!” you cursed as Yoongi’s thumbs rolled your hard nipples, surprising yourself with your own voice and biting your lips to stop another moan.
It made Yoongi pinch one of your nipples a little hard, which had you opening your eyes wide with parted, surprised lips.
“I don't care what Jimin said, I don't care if this whole floor hears you.” Yoongi said as he started to kiss your collarbones. “No holding back, let them be jealous of how good you're being fucked.”
“Yoongi, please–”
You didn’t know what you were asking for, holding onto his shoulders as you desperately moved your hips to rub against him. Your head tipped back with each drag of his clothed cock against your clit and the new space allowed Yoongi to draw kisses down your chest until his mouth found a nipple.
When his lips wrapped around the swollen nub, you didn’t hold back your own noises anymore. You weren’t screaming by any means, but you were letting Yoongi know how good it felt when he dragged his tongue in circles around your nipple.
You watched with half closed eyes as Yoongi kissed his way to your other breast, parting his mouth to let his tongue slip and circle your other nipple with his tongue. You were frowning in pleasure, clenching and breathing hard.
You wanted this man. You loved this man.
You needed to feel more of him, so you reached for the hem of his shirt –one that still smelled heavenly of his post-concert sweat–, pulling it over his head unceremoniously.
“Someone’s greedy.” Yoongi laughed at your haste, hands coming back to hold your hips after you pulled the shirt away.
“Sorry.” you giggled, throwing the shirt away and gently pushing his hair out of his face. “You just…”
You cut yourself off with a groan, no words strong enough to explain to Yoongi how much you wanted him right now. But actions spoke louder than words, sometimes. With one hand on his chest, you pushed Yoongi down to lay against the pillows, leaning forward to follow his body. Pressing your chests together, you pressed your mouth against his to kiss him again.
Yoongi’s hands were running up and down your naked back, pushing your dress even lower on your body. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, dragging your teeth against the soft flesh before letting it fall back into place. Your boyfriend moaned raspily, lifting his hips to search for that same friction as before.
But you wanted to give him something better.
Your lips found his chin and jaw, continuing to kiss down his body. You covered his chest, ribs and stomach, before making your way between his legs and sitting on your knees. As your fingers found the button and zipper of his pants, you took a moment to stare at the beautiful man in front of you.
Yoongi was perfect, inside and out, in the purest form of the word. He was simply, genuinely, breathtaking. And he looked at you the same way.
“What?” he asked with a tiny, shy smile. “You’re looking at me funny.”
“I’m looking at you like you’re the prettiest man in the world.” you corrected.
Yoongi scoffed. “Pretty?”
“Handsome, gorgeous,” you rolled your eyes, lowering your face to kiss under his belly button once you opened his pants. “So fucking sexy.”
“You look pretty good right now.” his head was tilted as he watched you with wanting eyes.
“I can look better.” you told him with a small shrug, sitting up to take your dress off the rest of the way.
Before Yoongi could say anything else, you went for his pants again, this time pulling them off his slim legs. His underwear was next to go, freeing his cock with a heavy bounce.
Looking this good while completely naked was a feature few people in the world could pull off as well as Yoongi. The bde that he showcased on stage was backed up pretty damn well.
You leaned down again, taking Yoongi’s cock in your hand and raising it to line up with your mouth. You weren't overconfident at all, but you liked to think that you were a lot more comfortable now than you were the first times you did this with your boyfriend.
And Yoongi never had any pointers or complaints so you must be doing something right.
His tip was slightly darker in color than the rest of him, glistening with pre-cum, throbbing in your small hand. You opened your mouth and brought your tongue out, using it to lick around the head. Yoongi hissed and arched his back a little, giving into your teases.
You couldn’t help but watch his brows furrow and nose scrunch as his eyes closed when you wrapped your lips around him. Overall, you only had a little over half of your hearing on one side, so you’d never be able to know what Yoongi sounded like exactly right, but you highly doubted it could get much better than this.
His moans alone were sending jolts between your legs, making you squeeze your thighs a little harder as you sucked more of him into your mouth. When you were halfway down his length, the tip tickling the back of your throat, Yoongi raised his upper body on his elbow.
You looked up with your eyes slightly watery, questioning silently if you were doing something wrong.
“You were right.” he started lowly, using his free hand to hold the back of your neck. “You do look better with that pretty mouth full of my cock.”
Your eyes fluttered with the praise and you couldn’t help but swallow hard, making Yoongi groan. His hips twitched at their own accord, pushing him deeper into your mouth. It made your eyes burn and your jaw ache, so you forced yourself to relax enough to take him deeper again.
“That’s it, go easy– Fuck, baby.” his hand moved to the back of your head so he could guide you to bob up and down on his cock. “Can you swallow like that again? Oh, shit, like that.”
Your lips were tight against his cock and your hand used the spit coming out of your mouth to squeeze whatever didn’t fit inside. You pushed yourself lower, holding your breath as the tip slipped down your throat and you swallowed like he asked you to, causing the filthiest moans to come out of his mouth.
When your free hand slipped down to cup Yoongi’s balls, he jerked and pulled your hair to get you off of his cock.
A string of spit was connecting your lips to his tip and you pouted, asking with a scratchy voice: “What’s wrong? You like it when I play with them.”
“I also like to cum in your mouth, but not today.” he somewhat explained, breathing heavily.
You took Yoongi’s cock in your hand, stroking it slowly enough to get the edge off, but still flicked your wrist under the tip every now and then so he could still feel good. He grabbed the back of your neck to pull your body to lay on top of his, kissing you again while you still pumped his cock.
The kiss was sloppy and breathy, neither of you really focusing on it.
“Where are you going to cum, then?” you asked with a small bite on his jaw, speeding up the movements of your hand and making more pre-cum leak out.
Yoongi moaned: “Inside you.”
“Oh, fuck.” you whined, hand slowing down a little. “Really?”
“What–” it took Yoongi a few heavy blinks for him to realize what he just said, or at least how you interpreted it. “Oh, no no–”
“But what if you did?” you asked in a small voice, letting go of his cock to lay half on his body, half on his side. “We haven’t been with anyone else. And I’m on the pill.”
“It would be the first time we did that.” his brain was working a little slow, but you could tell Yoongi was trying to be responsible.
“We do have things to celebrate.” you shrugged, but didn’t push it. “Do you want to?”
“Do you want to?”
You could be here all night, you realized. Yoongi worried too much about making you comfortable around him, or with anything he did. It was always like this, even when you were friends. That is, if the two of you were ever friends to begin with.
So maybe you had to play a little dirty from time to time.
Your fingertips were dancing on his lower stomach as you mouthed at his jaw, whispering:
“Want your cum dripping out of my tight little pussy, Yoongi.” your words affected even yourself, making you press your sweaty body against his, lighting up a new fire on your belly. When your fingers wrapped around his cock again, you whined: “Want you to fuck me like this.”
“Fucking come here.”
Yoongi growled as if he hadn’t done this all night already and suddenly you understood why that girl was yelling ‘Yoongi marry me’ so often. He flipped you on the bed, so you were laying on your back and he was on top of you, but he did it so fast that it made you let out a tiny huff.
Worried for just a second, Yoongi touched the side of your head gently, to make sure that your external hearing aid that was hidden by your hair was still in place. His concern only made you want to fuck him harder.
“I’m okay.” you assured him, running your hands up and down his sides. “Want you.”
Yoongi leaned down to kiss your lips over and over again, distracting you as his hand found the waistband of your underwear and he pulled to make it snap against your skin. You jumped in surprise and retaliated by biting his bottom lip.
Your boyfriend was laughing as he pulled away from you just enough to help you lift your hips so he could take your underwear off, finally having you naked underneath him.
“You just keep getting prettier.” he mused, looking at your body. Any other time you would have shied away from his intense stare, but tonight you were bold. Tonight you spread your legs so he could see all of you. And, damn, did it pay off. “See? So fucking pretty…”
Yoongi’s fingers touched you softly, parting your folds, collecting your wetness and rubbing your clit in small little circles that made you a squirming and moaning mess. His eyes were watching the way his fingers played with you, bringing the digits down to your entrance to tease your hole. You clenched and gasped, raising your hips to invite him in.
“Yoongi, need you inside.” you moaned, holding onto his biceps. “Please, I need to feel you.”
You still wanted tonight to be about him, you wanted to celebrate the success of his first solo concert. But you were going a little crazy, you needed him to touch you, you craved more of that relief that only Yoongi knew how to give you.
Lucky for you, he felt the same way.
His lips were ghosting yours as he asked: “No prep?”
“I’m wet enough.” you mumbled against his lips, hands coming up to his shoulders. “Been wanting you all night.”
“Should have come backstage between outfit changes.” Yoongi told you with a nip on your lips. Two of his fingers circled your entrance again, but this time he pushed them in as if to check if you were ready to take him.
“What would you do if I had?” you asked with a gasp as you felt his fingers slip into your pussy, all the way to the knuckle.
“Could have you bend over the dressing room couch.” he said with the curving of his fingers deep inside you. “Go down on you right there.”
“Fuck, Yoongi.” you arched your back, clenching and sucking him deeper into your cunt. “Think you could make me cum before you had to go back on stage?”
“With my mouth?” his snarl was cocky, matched with the way his fingers rubbed tight circles on your sweet spot. “Could make you cum twice, baby.”
“Make me cum now.” you whined.
Never one to deny you, and knowing you’ve been neglected for too long, Yoongi started to move his fingers in and out of you at a harsh pace he knew you loved. It hit the spot every single time, making you moan and move your hips to meet his movements.
When his palm pressed down against your clit, you were done for, trembling and reaching your high around his skilled fingers. It was a quick, but strong orgasm, making you tug at his hair and flushing your whole body.
His fingers slipped out of you and you opened your eyes to see him bring the digits to his mouth to taste you. Just by watching the scene, you were ready for more.
“So I guess it’s decided I’m staying backstage tomorrow night?” you asked, loosening your grip on his sweaty locks.
“I’ll make sure to have the staff reserve a special room just for you.” Yoongi lifted an eyebrow, bringing his hand back to his cock to use whatever slick was left in his hand, plus his spit to cover his cock. “With a TV so you can still watch me when I’m on stage.”
“Can you have them find me some toys, too?” you joked, spreading your legs wider as you thought about it.
“Wanna play with yourself while watching me?” oh, Yoongi was loving this. His hand sped up and gave his cock a few long strokes before lining himself with your pussy.
“You have no idea what watching you on stage does to me.” you admitted, holding your breath as you felt the smooth cockhead pressing against your fluttering hole. “Or watching you at all.”
“Is that so?” Yoongi looked at you from above, chains dangling from his neck, wavy hair falling on the sides of his face, sweat making his skin shine.
“You’re so–” your words got cut off as Yoongi pushed his cock inside you, breaching you and stretching your walls more than his fingers previously had. All you could say now was: “You’re big, fuck you’re so big.”
“Shit, you feel tight.” Yoongi slowly pushed deeper and deeper, until he was all in. “So fucking tight.”
Yoongi laid on top of you, elbows on the mattress keeping him up and your sweaty chests pressed together. He was caging you in and there was nowhere else you'd rather be than right here.
You hugged him by the neck and raised a leg around his waist, keeping him impossibly closer to you.
“Kiss me.” you whined, bringing a hand to the back of his neck. “Kiss me and fuck me.”
“Anything you want.”
Yoongi groaned against your lips as he pulled his hips back, testing for any signs of pain or discomfort on your part, but you gave him none. That gave him confidence to push back in and start a slow pace of fucking you deep and nice.
The kiss was a mess of lips and tongues, of breathing into each other and swallowing each other's moans and whimpers.
“More.” you held onto him a little harder, bringing your other leg around his hips. “Faster.”
Your moans grew louder with every snap of his hips, every stroke that hit the spot just right. It spur him on to find that good angle and keep a rhythmic pace that made you sing for him.
His face ended up between your tits, where he left open mouthed kisses and bites that would most definitely leave a mark. You couldn’t blame him when your own nails were digging lines into his pale skin.
“You like this, huh?” Yoongi asked, and all you did was nod. Your tits were bouncing on his face as he fucked into you, rolling his hips so his pelvis would hit your clit. “You like that you're the one who gets to fuck me after the concert.”
It wasn’t a question, but you still nodded. But then you added: “I like that I get to fuck you forever.”
“Claim that shit, baby.” he chuckled against the side of your tit, lips wrapping around a spot and sucking on it hard enough to bruise.
“Ah, ah, ah…” you chanted, jaw slack. “Fuck, you’re deep–”
“Gotta be deep to fill you up.” he gritted between his teeth, lines on his forehead as his pumps started to grow a little sloppy.
“Give it to me…” you begged, pressing your thighs harder against his sides, caging him in. “Cum for me, Yoongi.”
Yoongi pressed his front into yours and positioned his knees on the bed, gaining leverage to fuck you faster and harder, trembling and twitching on top of you as you both got closer and closer to that finishing line.
His face hid into your neck and you held him closer; two more long strokes and you were writhing with the new orgasm as it snuck up on you. Your vision grew blurry and your good ear was ringing as Yoongi buried himself into your cunt and stilled.
Filthy moans were delivered against your skin as you felt warmth exploding inside of you, filling you up enough to leak.
You were both breathing rapidly, sweaty, your legs were too weak to stay around his hips and your toes were curling with the aftershock.
Drunk on him, you said: “So, about that room backstage…?”
To which Yoongi followed up with:
“So, about that forever?”