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"Hmm, fuck yes." Throwing his head back, Yoongi thrust a few more times before he pulled out with a wet pop. Grabbing the globes of the younger man's ass, he gave them an appreciative spank before pulling his pants back up and giving his partner some space. He reached for his phone as he heard it buzz on the wardrobe, turning his back to the man.
"Are you going to come cuddle?" The bottom asked him, eyes wide and innocent, almost giving him a cartoonish look as Yoongi looked back at him.
"In a second, baby boy." He replied, looking down at the message on his phone.
Kitten: I'm stuck.
Yoongi: More writer's block?
Kitten: Yes.
Yoongi: And I'm your distraction? Naughty kitty.
Kitten: Please?
Yoongi calculated the times in his head if he cuddled and showered with his bottom for two hours... an hour to prep and get there...
Yoongi: Midnight. Same place.
"How about a shower, baby?" Yoongi said quietly, crouching down to make eye contact with him as he lay, tired, on the bed.
When the bottom nodded, Yoongi took his hand, kissed it, and led him to the shower.
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The club was dark, the music pounded loudly in your head as you slowly drank the amber liquid in your glass, waiting for him.
Him.
The man that fucked the writer's block out of you every time. You weren't sure what it was about him, why it had to be him, but it was.
It was always him.
You had met Yoongi just a few months into living in Seoul, through a friend at a house party. He was quiet, talking to only a few people at a time, never in groups. He moved from the corner of the room to the couch once the party had started to die down. Eunji had taken her chance to introduce the both of you, and Yoongi had taken you home that night, not by the kind grace of his heart, more due to the fact that you and Eunji were too drunk to drive and Yoongi being the only sober one who lived near the both of you. Eunji had been dropped off first, and Yoongi helped you out of the car and into your apartment, sleeping on the couch in case you got sick in the middle of the night. After breakfast and showering, you both sat in the living room discussing topics you both had in common, and you ended up on his lap, enjoying a heavy make-out session that he initiated.
He gave your breasts attention first, licking and sucking at them before you sank down to your knees and gave him a blow job. You had met again a week later in this very club, while you were trying to distract yourself from your writer's block and he ended up fucking you in the bathroom, giving you the most intense orgasms you had ever experienced. It also helped with you being stuck with your book.
So, you both had developed a routine. Every time either of you were having writer's block, you fucked your frustrations out on each other. So far, it had been working for two years.
Hands weighed around your neck lightly as thumbs massaged the nape. You felt lips at your ear.
"Hi, kitty," Yoongi whispered.
One hand left your neck to take the cup from your hands. Bringing the brim of the glass to his lips, Yoongi drank the rest before putting it back down on the counter and taking your hand, leading you away from the bar.
Looking around to make sure everyone was distracted by the music and the alcohol, Yoongi led you to the bathroom, locking the door behind him as he leaned against it.
"I don't even get the decency of getting fucked in your car, oppa?" You pouted, using the title that turned him on the most.
"Dirty sluts don't deserve much else, do they?" Yoongi questioned you, grabbing you by the throat and bringing his lips to yours.
You desperately clung to him, your hands finding the waistband of his pants, fumbling with the button that separated you from what you wanted. You moaned as his hold on your neck tightened, closing your eyes, loving how he was treating you. Finally, you were able to fumble enough with his belt to unbutton and unzip his pants. You fell to your knees, eager to have his cock in your mouth. Yoongi smiled down at you, running his thumb across your lower lip. He sighed, a rough noise coming from his throat could be heard as you pulled his boxers down, his cock freeing itself from its confines. You hungrily eyed it for a moment before you started to stroke it, giving the head a few kitten licks.
"Come on, kitty. You can do better than that." He encouraged you.
You smiled before you deepthroated his dick. It came unexpectedly to him. He gasped, hands pulling at your hair as he closed his eyes in bliss.
"That's a good kitten," Yoongi whispered, pushing your head closer to him, causing you to gag because you couldn't breathe properly. Yoongi pulled your head back, allowing you to breathe before he did it again. Cooing at you like you were his pet, degrading you like you were his whore for the night.
"Stand up." He demanded, helping you up before he twisted you both around, switching your positions. "Hands on the door."
You did as you were asked, putting your hands on the door.
You heard the clink of his belt before he wrapped it around your neck, tightening it like a collar. He let it rest against your back as he lifted your skin tight dress, exposing your ass to him. He made a sound of approval when he noticed you weren't wearing any panties. Yoongi spanked your ass, causing you to moan out. He gently tugged on the belt.
"Quiet. We don't want them to hear you over the music, do we now? Pretty girl..." His voice drifted off, one hand keeping tension on the belt the other went straight to your cunt.
"Oppa, please." You quietly moaned, desperate to get fucked. You had been desperate for a while.
It had been a week since anyone had touched you and you needed Yoongi to make you cum.
Yoongi's fingers played with your cunt, one finger teasing your hole as his thumb found your clit. Turned on by how you reacted to him, he pushed a finger in, causing you to wiggle your ass, desperate for more.
"Stop it." He warned.
You ignored him, too desperate for him. He pulled out his fingers, spanking your ass and tugging on his belt at the same time. You push your ass forward against him, hearing the breath of frustration Yoongi let out.
"Listen to me, you brat." He spat out.
Ignoring him, you begged him, pleaded for him to use you again like he always did, pushing your body against him. Instead of answering you as you expected him to, his touch disappeared from your body for a moment.
Crying out, you closed your eyes while Yoongi pushed himself fully into you. He didn't pause to allow you to get accustomed to his size, no, he pulled out before thrusting back in again. Your mouth watered at the pain that was slowly turning into pleasure. One of his hands tightened around the belt, the other holding your hip steady with his pace as you became a moaning mess around him. He told you to shut up again, saying that you'll run the risk of someone hearing what's happening in here, but you didn't care.
"Yoongi oppa." You moaned, loving how he made you feel in your body. Loving how your body reacted to his and how well he knew you.
Yoongi's hand slid from your hip down to your pussy, quickly finding your clit. He circled it a few times, moaning and biting his lip at the way you clenched around him.
Wanting to get more out of you, he pinched your clit, causing you to gasp and shove yourself closer to him.
"Get on the counter kitten, I want to see your face as you cum." Yoongi whispered, pulling out.
You whined at the loss of his cock inside you, but nevertheless, you obeyed. Getting on the counter and spreading your legs for him, arms reaching out as you looked at him, completely fucked out.
Yoongi laughed at how pathetic you were, how little it took from him to get you completely begging for him to use you. He got in between your legs, looking at you up and down, judging you as he bit his lip. Taking the belt off your neck, he placed it beside you on the counter. Grabbing you by the hips, he pulled you forward, wrapping his fingers around your throat. He laughed at you as you opened your mouth for air. He teased you, sliding his dick from your entrance to your clit. You moved your hips, frustrated and wanting to get fucked.
"Beg." He said seriously, tilting his head at you. His grip on your throat loosened enough for you to talk.
You took the chance he gave you and you started to plead.
"Oppa, please, please, fuck me. Christ, please!"
He tightened his grip. "You can do better than that. Tell me you're pathetic."
His voice was cold as he slightly pushed into you, not enough to satisfy and fill you, but enough for you to feel stretched.
"I'm pathetic." You whined.
He pushed in a little more, slapping your cheeks as you closed your eyes at the feeling. Tears started to gather in your eyes.
"Tell me what I want to hear, kitten. Tell me who owns you." His nails dig in slightly into the skin of your neck.
You moan at the pain, so fucking turned on.
"Oh god, oppa, fuck, I'm yours. I'm your pathetic and desperate whore. Please just fuck me. Please." Tears run down your face, ruining your eye makeup. But the confession makes him smile. He loved the tears, loved how red your cheeks are because of the humiliation. He started to move, pushing in and pulling out harder than before, rewarding you for giving him exactly what he wanted. Your body moved up and down with how rough he's being to you.
"Sir, can I?" You asked Yoongi, looking at the pleasure filling his face, his tongue poking out from his mouth.
"Play with your clit, pretty whore." He whispered, leaning down to kiss you.
You desperately started to circle your clit, needing the relief as the knot in your stomach got to be too much. Yoongi was giving you everything you needed, he was hitting all the right spots with just the right pressure and speed. You clenched around him, and he moaned out at that feeling, loving the way you made him feel.
"That's it, pretty girl, make yourself cum on my cock." Yoongi dug his nails into your hip and tightened around your throat, knowing that the pain would get you off faster.
He was quick to catch your head when you threw it back as you came before you were able to hurt yourself on the mirror behind you. Yoongi brought you closer to him, resting his hand on the nape of your neck, your head in the crook of his neck, and he guided you down from your orgasm. Whispering praises in your ear as you cried out, the sensation of your orgasm intense. Your cunt clenched his dick, again and again, driving him crazy, but he waited for you to calm down fully before he started to use you for his own pleasure. You whimpered at the overstimulation, the pain he was causing Yoongi quickly hushed you, bringing his lips to yours as the pain was replaced with pleasure, the overstimulation disappearing.
Though unbeknownst to you, it was the second time Yoongi came tonight with the help of a partner, his orgasm followed quickly after yours, egged on by the way you made him feel when you came. The way your cunt milked him wasn't something anyone else could give him and he craved it. Orgasms with you were different from the ones he had with his bottom partner or any other person he decided to fuck for fun and for his own gratification.
Yoongi's tongue darted out from his lips as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, cumming inside of you. You peppered kisses along his jawline, down his neck, his Adam's apple. He made sure to thrust into you a few more times after he came, making sure you took everything he had to give you. Taking your face in his hands, he kissed you softly and rubbed his thumb against your red cheek, smearing the tear stains.
"You okay, kitten?" He asked you, looking at you for signs of distress. As much as Yoongi was rough with you during sex, marking your skin and degrading you, he was gentle with you after, wanting to care for you and always making sure he didn't go too far. Yoongi was, as he described himself, a honey boy. He was soft and caring, gentle and never raising his voice, but he also had a temper, walking away often during arguments or calling you so he could fuck his frustrations out on you.
Yoongi quickly fixed himself, straightening out his pants and grabbing a piece of paper towel, wetting it to wipe the makeup streaks off your cheeks and clean up your eyeliner.
"Need a ride home?" He asked.
You nodded as he helped you down from the counter and pulled down your dress to cover your ass.
As discreetly as possible, you both unlocked the door and slipped out of the club, thankful that the people around you were too drunk to notice what had been happening.
Yoongi opened the car door for you, helping you in before shutting it and walking to the driver's side. He started the engine and gave you the aux cord, smiling as you put on his own solo tracks. He sang along to the recording of his voice as he drove you home, grabbing hold of your hand as he controlled the wheel with the other. He glanced down at you and chuckled.
"What?" You asked him.
He brought the back of your hand to his lips to kiss it. "You've got my cum running down your leg, sweetheart."
You looked down, shocked, before you started to laugh.
"Ewww!" You whined playfully, looking for a napkin in his console.
"Oh, don't act like you haven't swallowed it before." He rolled his eyes at you.
"You know what? You're right." You took your index to the small spot of cum, just to see his reaction, you looked at his side profile as you put the index in your mouth and sucked loudly, taking the finger out of your mouth with a pop. Yoongi shifted slightly in his seat, getting turned on by the slight action. He was thankful to be pulling into your underground garage before he had the chance to drag you over to sit on his lap for a second time that night.
"Alright, get out, you brat. I've got places to be."
You knew he was teasing you, he wasn't actually being as coldhearted as his words sounded.
"You sure you don't need anything?"
He shook his head as you climbed out of your seat and bent down, allowing him to have a full view of your cleavage, something he seemed to appreciate.
"I love you, oppa." You giggled at him, loving how flustered he got, turning his head away from you as he waved you off.
"Yeah, yeah. thanks. Me too. Text me when you get into your apartment safely. "
You laughed at how he couldn't say it back. You did love him in a romantic way, not as your partner, but as your person. Yoongi and you worked well together, fucked well together. However, you both weren't superb on the relationship level. Yoongi had wanted to try, when you both started this, though you both quickly figured out you were better as partners with no relationship label. He took care of you if you needed something, and vice versa. Though, he was also free to fuck other guys, just as you were to fuck other girls. Hell, sometimes you tag-teamed. He was the first person you had called when you got published; he celebrated with you, knowing how big of an accomplishment it was. He called you when D-2 came out and shared armys reaction to it with you, both of you watching the screen in his studio, reading comment after comment. You both needed each other, just not the relationship and responsibilities that went with it.
Blowing him a kiss, you closed the door and went up to your apartment. Scenes for your book ran through your mind, scenes you needed to write down before you forget. You silently blessed Yoongi and whatever power he and his dick held over your mind as you jotted down the events you wanted your characters to go through on the elevator up to your apartment.
Closing and locking the door, you threw your keys into the small bowl by the door. Kicking your shoes off, you made your way to the bedroom. Throwing your dress in the hamper and grabbing your giant t-shirt, you headed towards the shower, and you texted Yoongi just before you got in.
He smiled as he saw your nickname light up the screen of his phone. Looking down, he read the message as he got into bed, having had the chance to change the sheets after the bottom left his apartment and before he met up with you.
Kitten: Home safe and sound, oppa. Thank you for tonight. I love you.