KittyCat🐈‍⬛

Noticing your personal assistant looking like she is about to die, you say your goodbyes to the people on the computer. Luckily, the last meeting is still 30 minutes away. 

"We should grab something to drink and maybe some snacks," you offer, looking at her beside you; close enough to actually see tears welling in her eyes. When you close your laptop and turn to Ji-An, she immediately looks down at her hands. Although not culturally customary, and maybe even wildly inappropriate for a superior, you still decide to hug her. Rolling your chair closer, your legs to the left of hers, when she makes eye contact, you hug her tight. She freezes for two seconds and then you feel her relaxing; light sobs begin while she apologizes.  

“You don’t need to apologize Ji-An; it has been the suckiest day ever and the past two weeks were also hard as fuck,” you reassure. She laughs at your choice of words. 

“You really are the best P.A In the world; you always have my back, and you make sure everything I need is ready even before I ask! You were so well prepared for everything. Don’t worry at all. Seriously, you are done for the day, go home and relax”. 

Your day started before 6 AM; now it was almost 8 PM. It was hard, but you usually over-scheduled as much as possible when your boyfriend was busy. This way, when there was finally free time, you could thoroughly enjoy it together.

“We still have one more meeting, I can stay,” Ji-An promises, giggling through her tears. 

"No it’s totally fine, I can do this one by myself. It’s just formalities; will take only 30 minutes. You can start this long 4-day weekend right now! Go visit friends and family, oh and especially your cute boyfriend," you say, smiling up at her. 

Ji-An grins shyly and starts getting her stuff ready. As further evidence of her dedication, she opens the calendar on her phone, quickly reviewing the next week. "We start Tuesday, at 11am for once," she confirms. 

You nod and watch her elegant dancer body move as she gathers her things. 'She is so special' you think to yourself, so fucking precious!

"Have a great weekend Y/N", she greets as she walks out of the office. 

“You too, have fun!" You grin at her as you open your laptop and get ready for the next call. While drinking some tea, you scroll through Instagram and check what everybody is up to… You gasp—almost screaming out loud when you come across your boyfriend’s feed. 

Y/N 8:15pm: DUDE! Dude what the actual fuck! I'm on instagram, do you want me to die?!😵‍

Cakes 8:17pm: Hehehe, you like?😈

Y/N 8:17pm: LIKE?! Like is an understatement Yoongi! Jeeezz, you didn't tell me you had a sexy shoot for Marie Claire!! Omfg! 😵‍💫💀

Cakes 8:19pm: I'm happy you like it, I'm home btw, making dinner, very tired, already sleeping when you get back, but I'll have a plate ready for you.👍

Y/N 8:21pm: Thank you my sweet, sweet baby☺️. Shit, I don't know if I'll be able to focus, I'll be thinking of you in lace this whole meeting🤤

Cakes 8:22pm: Hehehe.

The whole meeting you felt yourself growing needier and needier. Luckily, it was an easy one, just talking through the documents the partners needed to sign. These guys were nice; since they've been doing business with your company for a while now, it didn’t feel overly stiff.

Y/N 9:30pm: I'm on my way home babycakes, see you in a bit.🤗

On the ride home, the only thing you can think about is your boyfriend’s nipples in the lace piece he was wearing. The driver looks in his rearview mirror and asks how your day has been. You give him the short version, but he gets it, the day sucked and you are looking forward to the 4-day weekend. When you arrive at the apartment, you wish him well as he helps you out of the car.

The General Manager is already opening the glass door to the building for you when you walk up. "Good Evening, miss Y/N". 

“Hi Mr. Choi!” you respond, as cheerfully as possible.

When you get upstairs, the apartment is quiet. One of your cats comes over to say hello as soon as you enter, so you coo, “Hi my baby Seoltang” as you lift the lanky soft white cat. He sits on your lap as you shovel dinner in your mouth. Next, you take a shower in the guest bathroom so you don't wake Yoongi, who you assume must be dead asleep by now.

In the shower, the neediness comes back and hits you right in your core. While the water streams over your freshly washed curls, you let your hands roam. First your breasts and your perky nipples while you think of his. Then further down to your now-achy heat. As you start rubbing your clit in quick frustrated circles, you find yourself getting discouraged, “this is not what I need, why can’t I get off and just get it over with! Jeez, Y/N,” you sigh, stop and finish washing your body and conditioning your wild curly hair. Even after drying and dressing in a clean shirt and panties, you’re still debating on just waking Yoongi.

When you tip-toe into your bedroom, the light on the bedside table is still on. While the dog and other cat look up from their beds by the window, they stay quiet. You pad over and pet their cute little faces; Seoltang jumps on the kitty bed with his black furry brother, Huchu. Yoongi, as expected, is sleeping like the cat he is, curled up on his side, one hand tucked between his legs under the blanket and the other still holding his phone. His pouty, sexy mouth is slightly open and his cheeks are a little puffy and red.

This man makes you feral, 24/7! You let out a small whine as you slide in bed to fill the space behind him. As you lift the blanket and see he is only wearing boxers, you actually groan. Making a split-second decision to take off your shirt as well, you slide all the way against him, draping an arm across his chest. Slowly, you begin touching his skin, brushing over his nipples. He inhales deeply and moves slightly. Your hand starts to roam downwards to his boxers. You feel his dick come to life as you fondle him over the soft cottony fabric. This emboldens you, so you gingerly slide your hand inside his boxers, meandering through his pubes to the soft skin of his manhood. You grab him and start stroking slowly and languidly until he stirs and takes in a sharp breath. 

“Mmmmm baby,” he almost purrs, “I’m so tired”. 

You kiss his neck and his back as you begin stroking a little faster now. “I really need you, I’m going insane, babycakes,” you whine behind him as you start to hump his butt in unison with the strokes of your hand at the front.

“Are you actually whining and humping me?” your boyfriend laughs. 

“BABYYY,” you practically cry, “I’ve been SO horny all day, I even tried to masturbate just now in the shower because I didn’t want to wake you. It all sucked, I need you. Nothing compares!”

He slowly turns around, surprised, and kisses you. You forget you are stroking his dick but still hold on to him for a bit. He sucks on your lower lip as he inquires, “You’re not wearing a shirt?” 

While continuing to kiss you, his hand now roams your body and he slightly hovers over you from the side. The kiss is heated but slow, mostly him alternating between sucking and lovingly biting your lips, tongue leisurely tasting you. Yoongi’s lips attach to your neck while he gently caresses your chest remarking, “you smell really good,” as he continues his onslaught of your body. Mouth on one breast as he massages the other, he starts sucking your nipple; you immediately arch your back while you sigh, “so good already!” And yet, despite this admission, he stops.

“Sit on my face and I’ll solve all your problems.” He’s grinning. 

You look at him, mildly confused but also weary. “What, no I can’t! I’m too big, I’m not light and tiny like most Asian women”. My thighs and butt will suffocate you!”

But Yoongi just laughs. “I’m strong!" Just fucking sit on my face, please!” Now there’s desperation in his voice. 

Yoongi readies himself: lying down on his back and throwing his pillow away. You do the same as you remove your panties, straddle his chest and nervously scoot over closer to his face. He hooks his arms from the inside of your thighs to the outside of your butt and yanks you forward, straight to his mouth. 

Yoongi smiles up at you, though you look down, doubting anything and everything. “Hold on to the headboard and don’t worry about me, I’m a lot stronger than I look” he says, before diving in. His tongue begins slowly stroking your folds, lovingly caressing the ache away. 

“Yoongi!” you sigh as you slump down a little more, finally relaxed.  

Your love merely hums in approval before sucking on your clit, alternating between moving his tongue in circles on your bundle of nerves and sucking and dancing his tongue through your folds. His hands softly roam over your hips and butt. It feels so heavenly that you find yourself letting go of the headboard, trusting him and his abilities… and fully sitting on his face. The noises he now makes sound so gloriously adorable to your ears. 

As he looks up, he’s again bewitched by your golden honey-colored body: eyes closed, plump lips agape, blissed out, rubbing your own cinnamon-tinted nipples… just fully enjoying the experience. It unleashes something feral in him. 

Both of you begin to get sloppier. You start rocking back and forth; he responds by flattening his tongue. You feel electricity coursing through your body; the current is flowing in a circuit from the inside to the outsides of your body and back. You feel your core leaking all over him. The slurping noises coming from your boyfriend make the whole passionate love scene sound marvelously sinful. There’s a beautiful contrast: you’re moaning softly but freely while you grind and grind; Yoongi is breathing and whimpering hard as he moves slightly.

“It feels so good baby” you admit, “I’m close!” 

When he whines again, his movements continue to pick up speed, spurring you to look back. What you see? Is the sexiest thing ever. He’s fully hard and humping the air; as you grind forward, you almost come undone right then and there. “Jeez!” you cry out, “Yoongs you’re so fucking sexy!”

While you pause rolling your hips, Yoongi keeps on licking, holding onto you tightly. He stops, only to groan–no– almost, growl, “you taste ravishing… look so sexy… want to devour you” before diving back in, more resolute than before.

“Baby, baby, stop, please stop… want you to fuck me… want to come undone with your dick inside, please!” you practically cry at this point.

He halts at once, looking a little out of control, but lifts you with ease to settle right beside him. In a near-delirious state, Yoongi slides off his boxers to reveal the soft velvety skin of his girthy member which leads to a beautiful brown tip… now wet with his very enticing arousal. 

You yelp as your feet are grabbed and you are slid down the bed, opening your eyes just in time to see Yoongi sitting on his heels, dick in hand, preparing to align your cores. 

“Do you know how beautiful… how hot you are when you are sitting on my face? FUCK, I don’t know if I’m gonna last, baby” he bemoans.

The kisses grow sloppy but still remain passionate as Yoongi hovers over you, leaning on one hand as he guides his dick through your folds with the other. Grasping for the back of his neck, you skilfully wrap your legs around his waist as you prepare for entry. He’s slow and considerate, but glides in easily with your level of arousal. You both groan simultaneously; Yoongi because you’re swollen and pulsating around his member and you because his size is stretching your womanhood. You gaze into his beautiful coffee colored eyes as he still confirms, “you good? Ready?” Already completely spaced out, you can only nod.

His hips snap slowly at first and his lips never leave yours, so your core immediately flutters.  Yoongi is sizable, hitting all the right spots with ease. He groans, feeling it, too. Once he’s sure you’ve adjusted, Yoongi increases the speed, which causes you to bump against the headboard. The moans turn to giggles in bed, “hold on tight baby,” he says coaxes you to an upright position. You're now sitting on his lap while he rests on his heels. 

In his new position, his hips thrust involuntarily while you alternate between grinding back and forth and circling your hips. 

“God! Baby, you feel so good like this,” you choke out. “I’m gonna come soon!” This is the gasoline Yoongi needs, hugging you tight. With his arms secured behind your back and his face squished against your pillowy breasts, he increases his speed. You feel his ragged breaths, knowing he is holding back to relieve you of the build-up first. At this point, you bobble up and down like a ragdoll, mewling and whining to your release. And it’s right there. Yoongi senses it, kissing and sucking your neck while your walls begin their spasms. 

“So close, so fucking close,” you moan as he echos back, “so tight”. 

Moving his hands to your hips, fingers digging in your skin, Yoongi knows how to push you over the edge. It’s his final sucks— and then bites on one of your nipples that pushes you over the edge. You tighten around him like a vice-grip and then you’re coming completely undone: walls wildly spasming around your boyfriend’s dick, all your muscles completely stiff as you hold your breath in pure pleasure. Ever so observant, Yoongi slows his pace, allowing you to relax and shake in pure ecstasy. Watching you unravel forces a low moan from Yoongi, whose face is again buried in your chest. Now his body is stuttering as Yoongi, in turn, comes hard in your weeping core. 

Your fingers comb through his hair, both breathing loudly as you turn to putty. You fall back on the bed and take him with you, his face at home in your neck, covered by a blanket of your curls. In contrast to this softness, his dick remains inside you, threatening to grow hard again. When you shift, he bucks his hips forward automatically, and you shudder from oversensitivity. 

“Fuck! Sorry baby; are you okay?” 

“Mhmmm,” you just mumble.

Through your barely-open eyes, you squint at his still-adorable, fuck-drunk face. When he slowly withdraws from your shaking heat, Yoongi kisses your shoulder, covering you with a blanket before moving towards the bathroom… and you actually moan again from the emptiness. 

When he returns, your body hasn’t moved. Lifting the covers, he slowly props up a leg, spreading your sticky thighs apart. It’s kisses to your knee as you feel a warm, wet towel glide over your still-stuttering core. His touch is the softest as he tries to clean you up without overstimulating. Discarding the towel, Yoongi crawls back into bed, peppering your face with kisses. Now flat on his back, he brings an arm under your head and you cuddle into his side, wrapping yourself around his body. Smiling down at you, the warmth multiplies as he pulls the blanket over your connected bodies. 

“That was perfect,” you whisper, making direct eye contact. 

“It was,” he sweetly states, "thanks for waking me, hehehe. You’re so beautiful; skin like whiskey and kisses like honey," he says when he kisses the top of your head. 

You feel your face heat up and look down while you nuzzle into his ribs. “Words like suga(r), so addictive”, you say while laughing through your nose. He rolls his eyes.

The two of you slowly drift asleep, looking forward to a wonderful 4-day weekend at home. You know the next morning will mean fresh cappuccinos (you) and iced Americanos (him). After tonight, you’ll both need the energy boost; after all, this was only round one! 

Fin.

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