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Yoongi opens the door with so much gusto, you flinch. He doesn't say anything, simply steps aside and you enter, eyes adjusting to the brighter lights. It has been two days since you quit, two days since you talked at the coffee shop for the last time.
You take your shoes, scarf, and coat off feeling his gaze, obvious nervousness radiating from both of you. Perhaps you should have met again in a neutral place first.
When he leads you to the living room, you shamelessly ogle him from behind. So that's what Yoongi looks like in sweatpants. Cute and cuddly. Another different side of him. Another one you like.
His place is spacious, the interior surprisingly tasty. A comfy-looking couch sits in front of a TV that's as big as your dinner table. Smirking, you compare it to yours at home. It was so small, most people wouldn't even accept that as their monitor.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Water is fine.”
He disappears through a door to what you expect is the kitchen and returns with a glass of water.
“Thanks.”
Both of you keep awkwardly standing in the middle of the room until he gestures to the couch.
“Sit?”
You raise an eyebrow at him.
“Kiss?”
“I thought we take things slow. Get to know each other and stuff.” Yoongi's tongue pokes his cheek briefly. He's styled his hair as he does for the office, sleek strands, exposed forehead. A funny contrast to his casual attire. “I'm awfully nervous right now.”
You send him a reassuring smile. For some reason, his obvious stress reduces your own. Like you said: You will be fine. “How about this: we sit down on that couch, order food, pick a movie and see where it goes from there?”
Yoongi's shoulders slump in relief.
“Yes to all of this. Any wishes regarding the movie?”
Unfortunately, you are picky. It's not easy to find something that's not scary or disgusting, sad, too dramatic, or just plain stupid.
You end up with Mad Max Fury Road, though its stupidity might be debatable but both of you have seen it before, liked it (for different reasons though), and don't mind seeing it again.
Turns out it's a good thing you both know the movie already because you can't concentrate on it very much. More than once you catch yourself staring at Yoongi instead of the TV and more than once he looks back, an amused smile playing on his lips.
While watching the movie, neither of you attempts to touch the other, let alone kiss. When the food arrives, you eat in silence (sitting neatly next to each other), only disturbed by occasional hums of pleasure. It's good. It's also gone quickly.
Yoongi carries the empty boxes to the kitchen and being a good guest you follow him to see if he needs help with anything when out of nowhere he backs you against the counter caging you firmly with hands propped up on the countertop on either side of your body.
“I can't do this, sorry.” Voice deep, eyes black, he stares at you, licking his lips. “It's too hard not to touch you.” He leans in, his mouth ghosting over yours, voice merely a whisper. “Or kiss you.”
You let out a long-held breath. “Thank god. I was about to go insane.”
He barely lets you finish before he is all over you. It's wild. This doesn't have anything to do with the kisses at that coffee shop. He's desperate and, honestly, so are you. It doesn't take long until you add tongue and teeth and he groans breathlessly against your open mouth before sucking on your lower lip. Jesus Fucking Christ. If he doesn't stop, you are going to jump on him in about five minutes.
“As I know already about your fantasies, let me tell you one of mine”, he rasps between pants after you have kissed for so long, your lips are swollen and sore.
Neither of you has touched the other so far, apart from your lips. What your mouths were doing took all your attention. He is a good kisser, you knew that from the coffee shop, but this new kind of kisses make you addicted right away.
He takes a step back, looking damn hot with that hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. Realizing that this is all because of you makes you giddy and proud.
“I'm all ears, Mister”, you tease, raising a brow in self-satisfaction.
“I prefer showing over telling.”
Your giddiness increases exponentially. You've never been so ready for anything.
“That's totally fine with me.”
Yoongi wets his lips again and lowers his gaze to your body.
"You have no idea how often I imagined to do this," he croaks, slowly reaching up to the upper button of your blouse, popping it open. “Especially since I knew you wanted me as well.” You don't dare to look down at his hands. You too have imagined him undressing you countless times. But to be fair, you always imagined it to be much more hurried. Experiencing it that slowly instead, was delicious, but also oh so torturous. “I'm happy you are wearing one today.” His eyes dart to yours. “Is this okay?”
You nod, exhaling through trembling lips. “It's more than okay.“
He smiles.
The next button comes undone.
His hands don't touch you, but you can feel their warmth on your breasts through the fabric. Your nipples get hard. It's impossible not to squirm.
He proceeds to the next button as if he has all the time in the world, revealing the hem of the top you wear underneath. And your cleavage. You watch him as his eyes drink in your exposed skin.
The next button pops. Another one. The bulge in his pants clearly shows that he's excited too. You whine. You are dying to touch him. You could do it right there, he didn't explicitly ask you not to. But where is the fun in that, right?
“Someone is enjoying himself, I see,” you say, your voice not as steady as you wished it to be.
Eyes sparkling he looks up at you.
“You are fucking gorgeous, what can I say.”
You burst into laughter at this dry remark, making him laugh too.
“But you tell me I'm awful at being romantic.”
He grunts, getting serious again. “You sure are.”
“Do I get to touch you too sometime?” You try to bring him out of his shell, make him go faster, but Yoongi is a very patient man. Unlike you, who has a hard time suppressing the urge to simply rip the blouse from your body.
“Of course, but let me do this first.” He finally undoes the last button and lightly shoves the fabric from your shoulders. He closes in, his large hands wrapping around your upper arms as he presses a kiss below your ear. Your eyes shut. After lingering there for a while, he unhurriedly moves on to your throat and the swelling of your breasts. He is gentle. His body heat is like the best blanket. The image of him thrusting into you flashes through your mind. Your core clenches.
Still rock hard, your nipples clearly poke through the fabric just centimeters away from Yoongi's mouth. You gasp when he finally closes his lips around one, the heat shooting through your body, pooling in your hips.
His hands slip down your arms and underneath your top, big warm palms caressing your belly until they move towards your back and undo your bra in an instant. Now that's... promising.
He tugs the top and bra upwards for you to lift your arms so he can remove them.
“Look at you,” he utters, obviously in awe. “So damn pretty.” He cups your breasts and you involuntarily arch against his hands. You are so worked up already that even this small amount of touching lets all your nerves tingle.
“I'm dying to undress you too,” you admit breathy, earning a smirk.
“Don't worry, we'll get to it. But first-”
He leans in and kisses you again, one hand firm on your neck while the other tugs at your nipple, and the sensation intensifies even more. It's ridiculous how much you want him. You know your underwear is soaked already but you couldn't care less. Whatever this man pulls from you - he's earned it.
Releasing your breast, his hand trails lower; the fabric of his shirt creating friction on your skin.
The button of your jeans comes undone, followed by the zipper.
“Can I?” He asks, dipping two fingertips under the hem of your panties.
“Yes please,” you reply quickly, moving your hips up in hopes his fingers would slip deeper.
He pushes your jeans over your hips, leaving your panties only for the blink of an eye, before removing them as well. You step out of the clothes pooling at your ankles, now bare naked in front of him.
Feeling his eyes all over you is the best fucking feeling in the whole wide world.
Speechless, he takes you in for a long moment before he looks up at your face again.
“Are you alright?” you ask playfully, sporting a grin so wide it hurts.
Yoongi groans, still struggling to find words.
“You are going to be the death of me.”
“I'm sure I will if you don't let me touch you soon,” you quip, far from being as reasonable as you try to appear.
With an annoyed grunt, he yanks his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor.
Wow.
He is... toned.
You know you stare mouth agape but you can't help it. This time it's you who kisses him. Messy, hungry kisses, rough, breathless, while your hands touch him everywhere. Finally.
His body is warm and firm, muscles moving under soft skin, strong arms that wrap around you while you rake your nails over his back causing him to yelp.
He smells so good. You bury your nose in his neck, drink in the scent, scrape your teeth over the dips and curves of his shoulders, pulling low groans from his throat.
His hands have moved down from your back to your butt, grabbing your flesh harshly, your hips, your waist, your thighs. When he pushes a knee between them you feel his bulge and not only your mouth wets with want.
“I can't wait to feel you,” you moan against his ear, and his body shivers under your touch.
“I'd love to just turn you around and fuck you right here, you know,” he murmurs as a response, and your core clenches again. “But that would make me a bad lover and I'm keen to impress you, at least enough to make you want me a second time.”
You snort at that, then take one of his hands and place it bluntly between your thighs.
“Does this look like I'm only in it for one round?”
He whimpers, a tiny surprised sound. His eyes turn even darker. Pressing himself against you, he runs two fingers through your folds, until he finds your clit and circles it with - yes - the perfect amount of pressure.
“Holy shit,” you curse, when your body bucks against his digits and he chuckles next to your ear, adding to the insane sensation.
“Can you come from my hands alone?”
“I could come just by fucking looking at them.”
You are out of your mind. You don't care about what you are saying, your brain is offline, you've gone feral. His hand does magic things to you and you are almost there before he even slides a finger into you.
“Give me another one.”
He adds a second and curls them and that's it, a few more pumps and you come, loud and shameless and he doesn't stop until you laugh with overstimulation.
When you come back to your senses, Yoongi stares at you completely blown away.
“Wow.”
He breaks into disbelieving laughter.
“Did I just do that?”
“You need more ego-stroking?” you ask cockily, grinning broadly as he grunts. “I'd rather stroke something else you know.”
He closes his eyes briefly before shooting you a hooded glance. You can tell he wants to be annoyed, but he doesn't have enough self-restraint for it.
Tugging on the cords of his sweatpants you look at him questioningly.
“May I?”
He nods and with a smug smirk, you hook your thumbs into the wristband, eyes boring into his. Slowly you push pants and boxers down until gravity takes over and they fall to the floor.
You capture his butt with your hands, squeezing it lightly, and are greeted with two perfectly round cheeks. They feel even better than they look in pants, you muse contentedly. Yoongi gives you a challenging look as you explore his body still holding his gaze until your hand finally reaches what you've been writing about so so often the past few months. When you wrap your hand around him, his breath hitches.
Eyes still fixed on his, you slowly kneel down and take him into your mouth, sucking swiftly.
“Good god,” he curses, jaw clenching and he puts his hands everywhere except on the back of your head where he probably wants to place them the most.
You glide back and forth and you witness him losing his shit and it's so hot you could come right there a second time.
“Don't stop don't stop don't stop,” he pants, and then mere moments later “if you don't stop right now I'm gonna come, please stop, please, fuck, shit, please, oh god, oh-
Fuuuuuck. Oh my god.”
Yoongi comes in hot spurs in your throat and you swallow all of it with ease. Watching his face display his lust and bliss feels achingly intimate. The more you get to see from him, experience with him, the more he engraves himself into your heart. It's a steady process, that strangely doesn't scare you in the slightest anymore.
Chest heaving, he slumps down on his clothes right there in the kitchen and you join him until you are both seated on the floor, equally covered in sweat and afterglow.
It takes a while until your pulses calm down and the reality kicks in. Your eyes roam his naked form in front of you, bony knees, pale shins, the faint bulge of his biceps. He watches you too, confident and sleepy, dark eyes moving over you without haste.
Now that your arousal has faded, you grow self-conscious under his attention. Shifting you try to cover parts of you but he just shakes his head ever so slightly.
“Don't.”
“It's cold.”
“I want to see you.” Yoongi gets on all fours and crawls towards you until his lips brush against yours. “I can keep you warm.”
You sink to the floor, devouring his mouth and you were never so thankful for underfloor heating in your entire life. Pulling him on top of you, he settles between your legs as if it is the most natural thing to do. (It is.)
“You don't happen to have condoms in your kitchen, do you?”
“I'm not going to have you for the first time on this floor," Yoongi grunts, crooking a brow at you. "I might not be romantic, but that would be just awful.”
He kisses you again, deep and languid and you moan with want, wrapping your legs around him, but Yoongi doesn't give in.
“What do you think about taking a shower?”
“If I can't have sex, I want shower,” you say in a fit of cockiness, pretty sure Yoongi won't get the reference.
And you are right. Yoongi frowns.
“Whatever that means. Alright, come on then.”
“Holy shit.“
Yoongi's bathroom is at least twice as big as yours and its window stretches across the entire width.
“Yeah, the view is pretty decent.”
The decent view shows the silhouettes of the skyscrapers in the city centre and more or less the rest of the city around it. You stare at the millions of lights in front of you with an open mouth, until Yoongi steps behind you and distracts your attention by sucking on your shoulder and sneaking his hands around your waist.
"I thought we were going to take a shower."
“Uhm, yeah. Let's just hope the folks in town don't have Hubble telescopes in their living rooms.”
“I'm sure they don't.” Yoongi's voice is thick, as he murmurs against your skin. You bet he doesn't even look at the view anymore. “And even if they do, I don't care.”
His dick nudges against your back and you smile to yourself. It's nice that you affect him as much as he affects you. His lips trail up to your neck and he bites playfully into the muscle.
“Now that I know you don't like fucking on the kitchen floor....what about bathrooms?”
“I said, I don't like fucking for the first time on the kitchen floor. That's different.“
“Is it?”
“For me, yes. And regarding bathrooms....it depends.” Yoongi's usual deep voice has grown deeper and more gravelly since you entered the bathroom. Hot air fanning your neck, the vibrations travel through your body when he speaks.
“What does it depend on?” You ask whispering. Actually, you don't care, you just want him to keep talking against your skin.
“It's not like I have a checklist. But if I'll ever tell anyone about our first time it's less embarrassing if I said it was in the shower than between some crumbs on tiles.”
“You tell people about your sex life?”
You expect him to say no. You really do. But when he doesn't answer right away, you get curious.
A mischievous grin appears on your face, although he can't see it. “I take that as a yes.”
Yoongi snorts.
“Will you tell Hobi that I sucked you off against the counter?”
As you say it, his dick twitches against your back. The grin on your face widens. Look who's into dirty talk. If that isn't an exciting discovery.
He still doesn't deny it. You try again.
“Will you tell him, that you finger fucked me so good, I'm sure your neighbours could hear me coming too?”
A pressed groan escapes him and he scoots closer. His body heat wraps you from head to toe. Not that you are cold. Still, it feels good. It makes you want to lean back against him and let him hold you.
His hands roam upwards from your waist until he cups your breasts from behind. His soft kisses on your shoulders turn to much harsher nibbling.
“Will you tell him how tight I was around your fingers or how you begged me not to stop?” Another groan. Also, he is moving his hips. Probably doesn't even realize it. He is literally dry humping you. Usually, you aren't one for saying things like that out loud. You'd written stuff like that countless times, but when it comes to reality, you never dared. Until now. And it was so fucking hot.
You wet your lips before you continue, voice thick with arousal, breath speeding up like Yoongi's. “Will you tell him how good my tongue felt around your tip? How wet and hot my mouth was? How you didn't last as long as you wanted? How I swallowed it all?”
Damn. Looks like you are into dirty talk too, if the wetness now running down your thighs is anything to go by. You take one of his hands and slide the index finger into your mouth, in desperate need to be filled anywhere. You moan before you know it. Yoongi inhales sharply.
“Fuck,” he pants, biting down hard on your shoulder once more.
You suck at his finger and his dick twitches again, making your pussy clench.
“Touch me,” you whine, pulling his finger out for a second, and he moves the other hand down to where you are dripping and needy. When he circles your clit you arch against him, feeling him seeking friction on you in return.
You can taste yourself on his skin. You suck in the other finger that was inside you earlier and Yoongi moves them in and out as if fucking your mouth. You want him.
Releasing his hand you repeat the question from when he was pinning you to the kitchen floor.
“You don't happen to have condoms in your bathroom, don't you?”
He shifts and his dick slips between your thighs, where it easily glides back and forth with the slickness of your juices. You bend forward and grind your butt slowly against his hips but he steps back quickly, running his hands through his disheveled hair.
“Goddamnit, y/n. Do you have any idea what you are doing to me? Please, let's just shower and I'll fuck you wherever you want it afterwards, I promise.”
Triumphantly you turn around, finding him hot and bothered and so very ready and hard.
Such a beautiful beautiful man.
If Yoongi planned to take a shower next to you without behaving like two horny teenagers, it dissipates quickly. But it's all his own fault, as he's the one who suggests washing each other, instead of getting it over with as soon as possible.
It starts with the best intentions and ends with you two being all over each other again. One moment he's soaping your back, the next his hands are returning to your boobs. You soap his back too but mostly tend to his ass cheeks instead. He washes your hair and scrapes your scalp and you moan so much, he starts rubbing his dick against your butt, where he stains you with sticky precum. When it's your turn to wash his hair, you capture his lips instead and kiss him like you're starving. Without letting go of you, Yoongi backs you against the wall, his fingers between your thighs once again, playing you furiously. You come just as loud as before, body convulsing with wave after wave.
“Oh god,” you wheeze, “please, I beg you, please fuck me, I want you so much, please.”
For a moment Yoongi just stares at you, eyes pitch black. With the soppy hair sticking to his face, the drops of water on his lashes, and his general broad nakedness, he is stunning. If he doesn't get a fucking condom from wherever right now, you'll lose your mind. You stare back at him, pupils equally dilated. Then he blinks as if coming back to his senses, rushes out of the bathroom without minding a towel, and returns, still completely wet, already pulling a condom over his length.
He helps you onto the countertop next to the sink, lifts your knees, and without further ado, buries his dick bottom deep in your throbbing pussy.
Holyfuckingshit.
“Are you alright?” The most rushed question.
“God, yes, go on. Don't fucking stop.”
His thrusts are powerful. It's mesmerizing to watch his hips roll into you over and over again and there is no chance you could ever keep quiet when he fucks you so good.
“Jesus, Yoongi, holy shit.”
“What happened to your brain baby, you keep repeating the same words again and again”, he pants, half a grin on his perfect lips.
You reply with a high-pitched whimper, as he adjusts the angle a bit and is now hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. Being sensitive from the previous orgasms, you feel the next wave approaching quickly.
“I'm coming again,” you gasp and he searches your mouth with his, exploring it with his tongue.
When you tumble over the edge, you whine his name against his lips and he beams with pride, slowing down to give you a small break.
“Do you think you can give me another one?” he asks eagerly after you've caught your breath.
“If you keep fucking me like this, you might even get some more.”
And he does. He pulls one more from you on the counter and a second when you ride him on the plush carpet in front of the bathtub. By then you are so sensitive it really doesn't take much to make you come and the third and fourth follow quickly when he eats you out on the same carpet, refusing to come already himself.
“Goodness gracious, I need a break,” you cry afterwards and he sits back grinning from ear to ear.
Completely exhausted you fail to get up and you watch him as his eyes admire your sprawled body.
“Is it always like this with you?” he asks curiously. “You do come a lot of times.”
You stifle a laugh. Yes, you do come a lot of times. If the guy knows what he is doing.
“Well, you happened to touch all the right places,” you wink.
He winks back.
Fucking hell.
You point your chin towards the centre of his body, where his dick is still standing tall and excited.
“What about you? How do you want it?”
He looks down on himself and back towards you. His eyes roam your body again, a hungry gaze, coming to a halt at your glistening folds.
“I could eat you out all night.”
“Yeah, I get that, but don't you want to come too?”
“Oh definitely. But not yet and not here.” He pushes himself up and reaches out to help you stand as well. Good god, that guy has some stamina. Your whole body hurts. Groaning, you rise.
“Guess we don't need towels anymore,” he chuckles and without letting go of your hand he leads you to the kitchen, where he hands you another glass of water.
“Drink. And you'll probably need to pee. Meet me in the bedroom.” He kisses you quickly and you drink the water, sinking on a chair. He is right. You make a stop at the bathroom, where you pee and clean yourself deliberately, before joining him in the bedroom.
The change in place seems to change the pace as well. When you slowly lower yourself on Yoongi after endless kissing and whispered conversations, it's incredibly gentle.
“Good?” you ask softly when he is fully buried inside you.
His breath gets caught in his throat. Holding his gaze you move unhurriedly, up and down, forgetting about your own high but give all your attention to him instead. He likes when you circle your hips. When you lift yourself until there's only the tip of his dick left in you and then move slowly down again. When you scratch your nails over his arms and torso and suck at his tiny nipples. When you look him deep in the eye. When you smile at him.
He is mostly quiet, apart from occasional gasps and puffed breaths. You can feel he is getting closer by the increasing hardness of him inside you but also because he is rapidly losing control though he visibly fights it. His eyes stay shut for longer and longer periods. Chest heaving, his muscles contract repeatedly, soon glistening with sweat.
“I don't want to come yet,” he presses out, “this feels so good and I've been waiting for this so damn long. I don't want it to end.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God no.” He squeezes his eyes shut again, teeth abusing his lower lip. A long moan escapes his throat. “Please go faster,” he whispers, breathing heavily and when you do, he starts to meet your movements halfway, resulting in holding you in place mid-air, pushing up into you with desperate force. Five, six, seven more hard thrusts and you feel him come, accompanied by a breathless groan. Then he stills, as all the tension has finally left his body.
After he has cleaned himself up, he turns towards you, propping himself up on his elbow, a fond smile on his face.
“Do you want to spend the night?”
“Will I get breakfast in the morning?”
“Of course. If you make it yourself.”
You flip him off. He laughs so much his whole body shakes.
“I know you like it rough,“ Yoongi says when you still can't seem to find sleep and lie facing each other, wrapped into either side of his giant blanket.
Sometimes you forget that he has read all your fantasies. “Not always.”
“I like that story where you got tied to a chair.”
You groan and pull the blanket over your face. He waits until you reappear before he continues.
“I think it's hot to surrender to someone and let him take care of your pleasure.”
“I never experienced that, to be honest,” you confess, nibbling at your bottom lip. “In the past, it was mostly me who was in charge of everything. I didn't trust anyone enough to let him lead.”
“Maybe I'll prove worthy,“ Yoongi says quietly.
“What you did with your hands today..." you pause, not sure if it was appropriate to say that. "I never experienced that either."
Yoongi smiles at you, his eyes sparkling with smugness.
I'm so fucking in love with him.
The realization hits you like a truck.
Under the blanket Yoongi reaches out for you, brushing your ribcage until he finds your arm and your hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours and pulls it from under the blanket to press a kiss to your knuckles.
“Thank you for this incredible evening.”
You burst into laughter.
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“You better get used to it.”
“You being cute and fluffy? Never.” You laugh even more now. Yoongi looks slightly offended. “Also you are basically thanking me for sex. Because apart from watching let's say 30 minutes of that movie, we didn't do anything else.”
“We can watch the rest of it tomorrow.”
You raise a brow at him.
“Sure. Let's see how far we come this time.”