Thenotoriousnessa - Untitled

How Okoye was looking at Attuma after he places another shark on her doorstep as a courting gift.

♤◇ Fuck Me 'Till The Suns Up ◇♤

Pairing: Lee Felix x Male!Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, sub!Felix, dom!Reader, swearing, unprotected sex, nipple play, breeding kink, Daddy kink, degrading, choking, probably more

English is not my first language; this is not proofread so beware grammar mistakes and spelling errors

Felix was a kind soul--gentle even. Everyone could see that, and everyone loved it. He was a sweetheart that everyone loved. He always made everyone around him smile and laugh easily without trying very hard. He also seemed to be a bit innocent, to be perfectly honest. Not too pure, but still a slight bit innocent. Of course, this wasn't true. It almost never is with the seemingly innocent ones.

Felix had a darker side to him--one that he could not show to the world or really anyone. And one could say that it was mostly caused by you.

See, you were a pretty big tease to Felix. You always did things to him that made his stomach feel like it was burning from the inside out. One of your most famous moves was grabbing his wrists and pinning them next to his head against the wall while pressing your body impossibly close to his and leaning your lips down so close to his lips, he could feel your breath against his mouth. He always had to stop himself from either arching his back or leaning forward to connect his lips to yours. The worst part about it? It always left him with a boner that he had to somehow hide until he was able to either slip away or get back to the dorm.

Other things you would do to him included placing your hand on or on the inside of his thigh, hug him from behind and seemingly press your pelvis extra close to his ass--almost tempting him to grind himself back against you, sit him on your lap and make him almost straddle your leg, randomly play with his hair and 'accidently' give it a little tug. All of these things always made him longing for more from you.

Of course, he wouldn't dare ask for your help. He didn't know if all these things really meant that you liked him, or you just liked flirting and teasing him. So, all he could do is wait till he got back to the dorm so he could get himself off properly instead of just a simple quick jerk off in a bathroom.

When he did get himself off, he always made sure to purposely leave the door open just the slightest bit and be just the tiniest bit loud for the small chance that you'd walk in. He even made sure to whimper and whine out your name so you'd maybe hear and know that he felt that way for you.

He always got off the same way, sticking a dildo on the ground with a silicone suction cup for him to ride while he biting his shirt to reveal his toned chest and playing with his nipples. His eyes would be closed as he thinks of some sort of dirty fantasy of you. Maybe it'd be of you fucking him until he was crying and his legs were so close to giving out from the overstimulation, or you'd make him get on his knees and fuck his face until he was light headed from the lack of air, or you'd tie him to the bed and gag and blindfold him while running a vibrator over his cock over and over for hours on end, or perhaps you'd put a cock ring on him and ride him until he was sobbing from the constant edging while you got to have as many orgasms you wanted. All these fantasies were one's that he'd give anything to come true. All he wanted was for you to do whatever you wanted to him, and he'd love every second of it.

Currently, you and the other members were in the studio, doing a VLive. Chan was sitting on the floor in front of the camera while the others were just moving around. You were talking with Felix, both of you walking towards where Bang Chan was. When you notice that both you and him were in perfect view, you turn towards Felix and pin him against the wall, causing him to gasp and look up at you with wide eyes. Chan notices what happens and turns his head around to look at the two of you.

Felix closes his eyes when you lean in, his breath growing heavy as he gulps. He can feel his cheeks heat up when he feels your leg push against his crotch, praying to himself that you don't feel him twitch in his jeans.

He knows the camera can see you two perfectly, so it's taking everything in him not to lean forward and press his lips against yours. But you're making it so difficult not to. He can feel your breath on his lips, and the grip you have on his wrists is strong in a way that only turns him on more. Why do you have to always do this in public? How do you not know how much it effects him?

You move your leg just the slightest bit, causing more pressure to be put on his clothed cock. It takes all his willpower not to grind onto your leg. It just feels so fucking good. It's pathetic how quickly he can get turned on from this--from you just pushing him against a wall, but you just did it in such a way that has him desperate for you.

Felix can't help the way his back arches just the slightest bit when you move your leg once again. There's no way you can't feel how turned on he is, you have to feel it. Right?

". . .Please. . ." The whisper was so quiet, you almost couldn't catch it. "Hyung, please. . ."

Felix almost doesn't care about the camera's anymore, too caught up in the moment to really pay attention to anything happening around him.

Just as he's about to lean in, you pull away from him completely. Felix has to stop himself from grabbing you and pulling you back. When he opens his eyes again, he sees that you're walking over to where Chan and a few more of the members sat. Realizing what he had just said, his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. There's nothing he can really do anymore besides walk over to where you sat now, pulling his hoodie down to cover up the obvious bulge in his jeans.

Throughout the rest of the live, Felix couldn't help but keep glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes. You seemed to be unaffected by the whole thing, but he couldn't know that yet. You were a very good actor, you could just be putting up a façade for the camera. He decided he's had enough. He needs to know how you feel.

So, at the end of the live and when you were all exiting the studio, he asked for you to follow him into his dressing room. That's where you were currently, standing in the middle of the dimly lit room while Felix stands in from of you, looking up into your eyes as his breathing continues to grow heavy and shaky.

"Why do you do those things to me?" You raise your eyebrow at him, seemingly oblivious. "Why do you tease me like you do, and act like nothing happened right after?"

You have to stop yourself smirking or chuckling at him. "You mean why I pin you against the wall?" Felix nods. You, continuing to act oblivious, shrug your shoulders. "It's fun."

Felix closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. "You seriously don't know?"

"Know what?"

You were starting to get on Felix's nerves. You had to've known. There's no way you didn't. "You don't know what you do to me?"

You shake your head, almost having to bite your lip to stop you from laughing at his frustrated face. "Elaborate for me."

He takes a breath before stepping forward, never breaking eye contact with you as he reaches down and grabs your hand and slowly brings it to his bulge, eyes fluttering shut as he presses himself against your hand. "Don't tell me you didn't feel it in the studio."

His breath hitches and he lets out a whine when he feels you grab harshly at his clothed cock. He opens his eyes to look back up at you. "And what is it you want me to do about it?"

Felix's breathing picks up, gulping hard before spilling out all the words he's wanted to say to for years. "I want you to bend me over something and fuck me until I'm crying and my legs are shaking. I want you to wreck me until I know nothing but your name. I want you to use me however you want. I want you to choke me until I'm about to pass out. Please, just fucking rail me already!"

You smirk down at him, moving your hand up to grip at the underside of his jaw, pulling his face closer to yours. "You really think I didn't know how you felt about me? I've heard your pathetic whines of my name as you ride your dildo. I've also heard it when you call me 'Daddy' when you have a dirty dream about me. I've heard the way you beg for me to breed you, for me to fill you to the brim with my cum. I've felt and seen the way you get hard from my teasing. I'm not oblivious. I know how much of a whore you are for me."

Felix let's out a quiet groan at your words, enjoying the effect they have on him. You let go of his jaw, lightly pushing him back. "If you want me to fuck you, get on your knees."

Felix let's out a loud sob as he feels your teeth sink into the skin of his nipple while you angle your hips to slam deeper inside his ass. His legs cross from where they rest behind your back as he desperately tries to hold you closer.

His nails dig into your shoulders as he throws his head back against the couch cushion. "F-Fuck- Daddy!"

You hum, enjoying the way his back arches from the vibrations. You pull away from him and pull out, cause Felix to whine. Before he can say anything though, you flip him over on the couch so he's laying on his stomach. You're quick to push back inside him and resume your brutal pace.

Felix grips desperately at the couch cushion, knuckles turning white from the intense grip. However, when he feels you wrap your hand around his throat and give a tight squeeze, he can't help but reach up and grip at your wrist instead.

The new angle you have on him causes you to hit his prostate with each thrust. That mixed with the feeling of the lack of air has his legs shaking from the intense amount of pleasure. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his eyes close as he starts to feel light headed.

The coil in his stomach slowly grows more and more, as does yours. "Dad-Daddy- fuck- cum! Gonna cum!"

This only causes your pace to speed up, chasing after the high both of you so desperately want to achieve. Your free hand reaches down to grip tightly at his waist, definitely leaving a bruise behind. Neither of you can bring yourself to care, however.

With a few more thrusts, Felix almost shrieks as he feels his high wash over him. He feels his cock spill onto both his stomach and the couch below him. It takes you a few more moments before the coil in your stomach finally snaps, causing you to still your hips and tighten your grip on his throat and waist. Felix groans loudly at the feeling of you spilling into his ass, enjoying being filled even more by you.

You collaps on top of Felix, and both of you stay like that for a few minutes. You're the first one to move, going to pull out so you can clean him up only to be stopped by him grabbing your waist. He turns his head to look behind at you. "Don't move. Please."

You raise your eyebrow at him. "You like being full, don't you?"

Felix blushes before nodding lightly. "I-I like it a lot." He gulps. "Feels really good."

You chuckle, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his temple. "Alright. I'll stay."

I wanna f@ck a priest

tiny 🤏 for @raplinenthusiasts cr. jung-koook

Wife

I'll leave this 👆 here... You Decide 🤔

My First Rape.🖤

A story by @nastytiaa21. Stories are tagged #nastytiaa

** WARNING: EXTREME RAPE & VIOLENCE FANTASY IF YOU ARE OFFENDED EASILY OR UNDER 18 DO NOT READ **

I was rubbing my pussy and edging all night and came up with a fictional rape story. This story is not related to or about any actual person or real life situation and is fantasy. It’s a little long because it’s apart of a longer project. Please give me some feedback and excuse grammar errors. And thank you for supporting your favorite slut😘😘

“I don’t know if I should go Keisha. I really want to stay in tonight.”

“Stay in and do what? Drink wine, binge Netflix and cry a river over your ex? As usual?” Keisha did have a point. Ever since my ex boyfriend left me for an instagram bimbo whore a month bth ago, I’ve been spending my weekends crying on my couch and eating ice cream. 💔 I could get out and live a little. “Alright girl. I’ll meet you at 11.”

I showered, lathered myself in my favorite hibiscus lotion and rose petal perfume before picking out my outfit for the night. A tight red halter dress that fit my body like a glove, showcasing my juicy thick ass and 34D tits. I straightened my naturally kinky hair and it hung past my shoulders. I did my makeup, threw on the highest heels and was ready to go. 💃🏾💇🏾‍♀️👠

I did a 360 spin in the mirror and bent over to wiggle my ass. My dress was so short that my pussy would peak out at the slightest bend. This was a far cry from my usual tomboy style. Since guys like my ex loved sluts so much, I’m going to be one tonight.😈Besides, I had been cooped up for so long I’d almost forgot how sexy I am underneath all the depression. 😍😍

We finally get to the overcrowded Hip Hop club and 2 step our way to the bar. The loud music, cheap weaves and cheap cologne reminded exactly why I didn’t want to come in the first place. Dude after dude sent drinks or shot their shot either Keisha or I. And I couldn’t blame them for trying-we were the hottest girls in the club. But there were either too ugly, too broke, too, Bad breathe, etc. A tall light skin brother bought Keisha a drink and spit some retired pick up line, whisking her onto the dance floor. 🤦🏾‍♀️

This left me standing in the middle of the dance floor awkwardly. I scanned the room and that’s when my eyes landed on him. He was really tall, about 6’4” and tattoos graffitied all over his Cinnamon shaded skin. His waves spun deeply in a low cut Caesar and his juicy lips were surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard. His light brown eyes had me mesmerized and I couldn’t believe it when they locked with mine. He started slowly yet cooly walking towards me. I wanted to be his slut tonight, no doubts about it. 😻😻

He walked up, leaned in and his deep voice beemed into my ear and slapped my ass. “Dance. Now.” In an authoritative tone. Normally, I would spazz tf out on a a dude, let alone a stranger, for invading my personal space and being so damn rude. But for some reason, I found myself obeying this rude man and seductively twerking my ass on the print of his dick. I felt like I had something to prove so I worked my ass, making my asscheeks pop in every direction and touching my toes with the skill of a Houston stripper. Men began to stare at my exposed pussy while I danced on him.

I felt his bulge grow and he reached in front of my dress and began playing with my clit. He had his other hand massaging my left tit. He still had yet to introduce himself but the jolts of pleasure going up my spine told me to just go with the flow and keep grinding on his fingers. He slipped a finger inside me and began working my dripping pussy.💧💧 Now both men and women were watching and some even took out their phones to record. 🎥i didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop-I needed this. I leaned back against his broad chest and lean six pack and threw my head into his neck ecstasy. I inhaled his Tom Ford cologne as my legs began to shake. He finger fucked my pussy harder, taking breaks to pinch and pull my clit every few seconds. I couldn’t take it and I squirted all over myself right in the middle of the dance floor. 🌊🌊

Instantly, guilt and shame consumed me. I know I said I wanted to be a slut tonight but I didn’t mean no wild shit like this. I turned to him apologetically and spoke into his ear. “I ..um.. usually don’t do stuff like this. I’m trying get over a really bad break—“ he walks away mid sentence and disapears into the crowd, without so much as a goodbye or anything. I stand there with my cum running down my legs into a small puddle between my stilettos with a stumped look on my face. How fucking rude! “Dickhead!” I scream out loud. 😡🤬🖕🏾🖕🏾

Getting played by the cutie in front of everyone had bruised my ego and fucked up my attitude. So I found Keisha, pulled her from her dude and told her I was ready to go. She dropped me off at my building. Something felt especially eerie as my high heels clicked toward my apartment door.Im drunk so it’s takes me a few minutes but I finally put my key in the lock and open the door—a strong presence punches me in the back of the head and I land face down on my living room floor. A gloved hand tightly grips my neck and the other groping my tits and fondling my pussy. Fear paralyzed my limbs and panic clouded my thoughts. My bladder gave out as a piss pooled beneath me. Tears stream down my face. No amount Law & Order SVU episodes could prepare me for this. He was too strong for my 5’2” frame to fight off. There was no way to escape. 😢😩😨

He slaps me while applying more pressure to his big hand wrapped around my skinny neck. He’s flicking my clit with his index finger quickly and though I feel like I’m about to pass out I kinda like the sensation. I felt life slipping from my body but at least I was about to go with my pussy being pet🤷🏾‍♀️ I had already accepted I wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.My lips start to quiver as they turn purple. This is it. I think to myself. I begin praying silently and he lets go of my neck just in time. Then, I hear his belt unbuckle.

“Please.. don’t.. do.. this.” I gasp for air as I speak. “You.. can… take.. my…money… please.. just.. don’t.” He ignores my pleas and I feel his hard dick position at the entry of my slit. To my surprise I was dripping wet. How could my body betray me like this? I didn’t want this. Or did I ?

I still begged him to stop but this time in a lower tone. He easily slid all 12 inches of raw dick into my tight pussy mercilessly. He pulled all the way out and plunged back in repeatedly with speed and precision, holding an animalistic rhythm . He was fucking like he just did a 10 year bid in jail. I screeched feeling his girth glide against the deepest of my walls. I had never felt anything like this. My cries of pain turned into cries of pleasure. Very quickly ‘Stop, Please don’t do this’ turned to ‘Please don’t stop fucking me.’😈🍆💦🙈

He replied by slapping me so hard that my head banged into the hard word floor beneath me and my nose created a puddle of blood beneath me. I felt his dick grow harder inside me and his stroke speed up to 1000 at the sight of my blood. I was willing to though any torture to keep feeling this dick stroke me.👊🏾🤛🏾🤕

That was until he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table nearby. “Please..no..” I begged. I didn’t know what he was going to do with the bottle but I knew it was going to hurt. With no warning he shoves it in my ass with no lube. My dry, tight little ass feel like it’s being split in 2. The pain is unnbearable. However I can still feel his big dick in my pussy while he’s raping my asshole with the wine bottle. And that feels good. The bottle is stretching my ass too wide. I cry and receive WAP! to the face from his thick leather belt, this one busting my lip.

He continues to fuck me and use his free hand to slap, punch and spit on my head, and back over and over. The harder he hits me the wetter my pussy gets wet. I feel blood oozing from my asshole and down onto my pussy from being used by the glass bottle. The blood excites him again and this time I feel him grind his teeth as his dick tenses up. “Who’s the dickhead now little bitch?” He says in a deep voice. It was him 😍 He blasted a thick creamy load right inside my sore pussy while he beat my ass. I couldn’t move due to the overwhelming feelings of both pain and euphoria. I can’t stand another moment of this trying to convince myself that this wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had. Everything goes black…..🖤

I wake up the next morning and I’m still on the same spot, faced down on the living floor. My red dress is at my ankles. Flash backs of last night dance in my mind and I look touch my pussy and I feel a thick long rope of cum dripping out of it. A few feet away is the bloody wine bottle. I’m kinda happy I lost consciousness and just let him have his way with me. I hope he comes back. I couldn’t believe I actually got raped. And fuck, it loved every second of it.😍😍👅👅

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kneel before your queen | ksj

Rage and lust for power had driven you to tear your throne from the entrails of others. You were a woman without mercy. However, to Kim Seokjin, you were the rightful queen – and he was ready to prove himself to be your faithful servant.

Word count: 8k

Warnings: mentions of murder and violence, war, sport shooting. One (1) Anna Karenina reference (sorry fellas I like Tolstoy 🥵)

# dark royal AU, sub!Seokjin, queen!reader, hurt/comfort, sort of historical AU, unrequited love, angst, marriage of convenience, violence kink, choking, madam kink, oral sex (female receiving), breathplay, cum play, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, masochist!Seokjin, possesion kink.

Read Kneel before your queen while listening to its own Spotify playlist

Your history up to the throne was stained with blood. Your marriage was stained with blood. Your reign, your crown, the halls of your palace – they were all stained with blood.

Luckily, the bloodshed had paid off; you no longer had a foolish king by your side, and no one had the guts to stand up to you. You didn’t know where your humanity had gone after all this, but it had never led you anywhere.

You lived in a country where the sky was always cloudy and where mist covered every single corner. It was a dark, cold place of stone, and both nobles and commoners had gone mad a long time ago. They were born mad, you were absolutely certain. You had been there a long time, your heart seized by power, and you were no longer a foreigner.

More, more, more. It had always been like that – since you were a little girl, there had been a consuming rage growing inside of you.

With each foolish choice that you could not refute, with every unnecessary war, with every glass of wine that your husband guzzled, with every ball in which your feet ached and your hands stiffened as you were waltzed from one side to another. It grew within you before you even knew; a deep hatred, a lust for power. If only her hands were shaking, you remembered what they used to say.

But your hands never trembled.

The times when you rode through the capital in a carriage, wrapped in a blue mist, in the dawn of youth, when your chest grows wider and wider and tries to swallow all the blissful beauty in the world, your soul sold for a kingdom, were long gone.

That part of you was long dead; she got killed.

“Your Majesty.” The dim lights illuminating your office trembled when your counsellor opened the door. “Invitations to the Masquerade are to be sent out, but there has been a change.”

You sighed, putting down the quill.

That was the reason you despised having to be both the king and queen. Your council could take care of some things, but not all. And apparently, the Masquerade was more important to them than the war budget, even though your troops were on the front line to expand your territories.

“What is it?” you finally asked.

“Duke Seok-min has passed away, and his son Seokjin has inherited the title. You must change both invitations,” your advisor informed, talking quietly.

“Tell one of my ladies-in-waiting to take care of the matter.”

“Yes, but— His Grace would like to be received and acknowledged as the new Duke by Your Majesty before the Masquerade. You do now, madam, that it is stipulated in the treaty. You cannot possibly refuse.”

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Rainy Mornings | Yoongi x f.Reader

"Relax, my love, this morning is all about you."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, soft Smut

Warnings: subbish & sleepy!Yoongi, switch!Reader, neck kisses & bites, lots of touches, handjob, cuddly penetrative sex in cowgirl position, he cums very quickly <3, creampies, hints of breeding kink, this is just a sweet lil smut hehe <3

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: it rained the morning i wrote this and this is where my thoughts drifted off to. it's short and sweet and cozy <3 because this is what yoongi deserves <3

Yoongi wakes to gentle kisses on his neck and fingers dancing over his tummy. The relaxed little sighs of you as you kiss him, mix with the distant sound of morning rain. 

Yesterday you and he went on a date. You took a drive and went for a movie, then you ate and talked until the restaurant had to close. Yesterday was such a good day. Today is going to be a good day as well. This is the first thought which runs through his mind, followed by how much he loves waking up with you close to him.

Yoongi purrs, rolling his head to the side to stub you with his nose. He steals a kiss, smiling into it. You do as well, cradling his cheek and caressing his skin with your thumb.

“Mornin”, his voice is raspy from sleep and incredibly warm. 

“Morning”, your voice is a little deep still and filled with happiness.

“Up for long?”

“No, just a few minutes. Wanted to enjoy you”, you say and nudge his head back into its previous position so you can kiss his neck again.

Yoongi tingles, shivers running down his spine. 

“This feels good”, he sighs, keeping his eyes closed. 

“Mhm, enjoy. Wanna make you feel good.”

You dance your hand back to his tummy and let it disappear under his shirt. The blanket covers you as well, keeping your bodies warm as you share this intimate moment.

“It’s raining”, he talks quietly.

“I know. It’s nice, means we can stay in all day”, you talk quietly as well.

“So no rainy walks?” 

You smile against his neck. He knows you so well. You love rainy walks. 

“Maybe later. For now, I want to cherish you.” You nibble on his favourite spot. “And make you feel good.”

You dance your fingertips along his lower tummy, tracing the little dents his hip bones naturally create when he lies down and his tummy sinks in a little. He is incredibly soft there and also very sensitive. He can’t take your touches for long before he has to squirm and let out a shy chuckle. 

You give him a break, drawing hearts on his waist. 

“Ticklish?” 

“Yeah.”

“You’re so soft there. Couldn’t help myself.”

“Liked it. Just…sensitive.”

“Mhm, you’re perfect.”

Yoongi blushes, having to exhale shakily. He is perfect. He thinks that he is a lot of things, but perfect is definitely not one of them. To think that you see him like this makes him feel really good. And giddy. And shy. And loved. 

Yoongi feels really loved when he is with you.

“This is so nice”, he sighs, chasing your touch.

“Mhm, so nice”, you agree, swirling your fingers back to hip bones to trace them. Your lips explore his neck in the meantime, turning his sleepy brain a little foggy.  

If this is actually a dream, Yoongi hopes never to wake up. 

He was weird about being touched in the past, but when your fingers are on his body he doesn’t want it to stop. It is paradise. 

A warm, tingly paradise, which feels especially cozy this morning.

You kiss the shell of his ear, whispering in your sweetest voice. Yoongi shivers as an effect of it.

“Just tell me to stop, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He knows what will happen, holding his breath for it. He wants this. So much so that heat shoots between his legs within seconds, surprising your fingers with a hard and needy length to play with. Yoongi normally sleeps in boxer shorts. Tonight’s pair is black with dark grey stripes and an elastic band at the hem. You don’t slip your hand under said hem, but slip it inside the slit in the front.

“Oh? Already?” your surprise excites him, making him throb.

“Yeah is…is nice.”

“Shit, that’s sexy”, you whisper and pull out his cock through the slit. You let go of it for a second so you can lick your fingers to wet them. You connect your tongue with his neck afterwards, tracing the sensitive spots while your wet fingers wrap around his cock. 

Yoongi furrows his brows at the touch. Electricity courses through him. 

You pick up a slow rhythm, lingering on his tip and upper inches most. The position and tranquillity of the morning asks for such a rhythm. You don’t want to jerk him, pump him or milk him dry. No, you want to explore him, make him fall so deep into pleasure that he doesn’t want to leave. This is meant to build up, to be something you can savour and later think back on with a tingly stomach. 

“Does this do something for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah, like, a lot”, he gets out, squirming his hips in a very slow rhythm. They flinch for a little moment whenever you linger on his tip and slow down again when you move to another spot. Your lips are soft on his neck and your tongue is really warm. Yoongi swears that it couldn’t get any better than this and then you bite him.

You goddamn bite his neck. 

And Yoongi is a goner. 

He gasps your name, arching his back and curling his toes. He is yours. He is entirely yours. 

You kiss the tender spot afterwards, playing with the droplets of precum on his flushed tip. 

“Was this good for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah…more”, he begs, rolling his head to the side. 

You fulfill his wish, biting him where it feels the best. And so it happens that Yoongi breaks the cozy morning silence with his first moan. Of course it makes your stomach tingle like crazy. His voice is made for sounds of pleasure. 

“God Yoongi, I love being with you”, you say, biting him again just so can hear him moan. You twist your fingers around his tip at the same time, applying pressure. You need him to moan again. It is all you crave. 

Yoongi gives it to you gladly and a little shakily. His cock leaks all over your fingers and his legs are like puddy. He feels a deep warmth radiate from his cock up to his stomach and down his legs.

“___ a-ah”, he chokes out, tensing his stomach. You are a little quicker in your movements and keep lingering on his tip. This is a lot to handle for his sleepy, droopy body.

“Yoongi, my love, god I just”, you trail off. You have no words, letting your body do the talking. 

You climb his lap and bush your shorts aside, sinking him into you while you swallow his surprised gasp. 

Your fingers bury themselves in his morning hair, ruffling it even more and tugging just enough to make him shiver. 

Your press your chest against his’, rocking back and forth on his cock.

“___.”

“Yoongi, my Yoongi. You feel so good inside me.”

“Good. You- ah- good. You feel good, ah. Too. Good too a-ah.”

Big hands come to grasp you, fingers dimpling your butt because they are desperate enough to do so. He doesn’t guide you, as a matter of fact, he doesn’t even meet your movements. He just lies there, taking the slow ride and thinking to himself that he is going to climax any second now. 

He feels so good. You are warm and perfectly heavy on top of him, you kiss him so well and play with his and your heart races and he gets hugged by your warm walls and, and, and. There are a million different reasons why Yoongi feels good and why he is close. 

He has to break the kiss and tell you.

“I’m close.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s…it’s fucking amazing, not gonna lie.”

You smile, dancing his lips to his ear.

“You’re a delight, my love”, you whisper and give him a glimpse of heaven by biting him right under his ear. 

“Ah!” Yoongi yelps and tries desperately to stop your hips. 

He is successful, but it comes too late. Yoongi is too far gone. It is already enough for him to simply be nestled in your soft walls. He paints your insides with his warm orgasm, clasping your butt for it while his mouth is agape in a soundless moan. 

You mewl his name, resting your lips against his neck as he pumps you full. You swear that you can feel each load he releases. It fills your tummy with so much warmth and makes you so wet. You don’t want it to stop, but of course it has to. Yoongi’s poor balls can only produce this much in the morning. They are still a little sleepy, forcing him to experience the last wave of ecstasy dry. 

Yoongi comes down with a shudder, pressing out your name before he has to gulp repeatedly. 

You lift your head, resting on your elbows and tracing his features. His eyes are closed, his cheeks are slightly flushed. You outline his forehead, his brows and closed lids. You trace his nose and his lips and caress his cheeks and chin. You end it by tugging strands of his black hair behind his ears and massaging his lobes. 

“I love you”, you whisper.

“I…love you…too. Ahmg”, he gulps again and exhales, finally opening his eyes.

You smile at him, cradling his cheeks.

“Sorry”, he mumbles.

“For what?”

“I tried to hold it, but-”

You silence him with a thumb against his lips. Yoongi makes puppy eyes at you, mouthing at your finger.

“Don’t apologise. This was perfect. I wanted this morning to be about you and it was.” You kiss his lips. next his nose. Lastly his forehead. “You deserved this after the amazing date yesterday.”

You meet his eyes and smile. Yoongi retorts it.

“Besides, I have a wish for today.”

"What  wish? Tell me, I’ll do anything.”

You snicker, “really? Anything?”

“Anything. After what you just did.”

“You’re cute. I think you’re gonna like my wish then.”

“Tell me.” 

“Wanna spend today slowly getting me more filled with you? You know, cum inside me and plug me and then at night you take it out and fuck me properly.”

“Woah princess, what the fuck? My cock just twitched.”

“I felt it.” You boop his nose. “Soo are you down?”

“Of course I am, fucking hell, you don’t gotta ask.”

“Awesome”, you lean in for a smiley kiss, one Yoongi eagerly retorts.

Truly, there is nothing better than rainy mornings with you.