#suga bta

You gaze up at him seductively, loving the way Yoongi’s normally stoic expression shifted to parted lips and furrowed brows of ecstasy. It was the main reason you got on your knees for him, to watch him crumble and squirm instead hearing him fuss. To expose the kink in the armor he normally wore to protect himself from women like you.

The beautiful, irresistible, antagonistic kind.

After slurping him up loudly, you pull off of him to go back to stroking his slick shiny shaft. In reaction to your expert touch, Yoongi’s hips lift him from his seat and his lips form a silent ‘o’ as he watches your hands glide up and down. Your lips spread into a sultry smile.

“I know.” you purr, lips still grazing the fat tip of your ex boyfriend’s dick. As you continue to stroke him, Yoongi smirks down at you ironically, perking your brow at your response.

“Aw you just know, huh?” he grunts, bucking his hips a little when you sqeeze his tip.

“Uh huh.” you nod open mouthed as you slide Yoongi’s dick back towards your throat.

“Fuck.” he moans loudly. It was a shame that the room was sound proof and no out outside would hear the way you made him feel.

You might have liked that.

Lewd sounds fill his studio from then. Yoongi’s groans and slurred curses. Your depraved moans, slurping and gawking when your throat is barely capable of handling his length and girth. Everytime his tip went past your tonsils, your watery eyes rolled back.

It was always a sight Yoongi loved.

He abruptly rises from his chair and takes hold of your head, gently at first, his hands resting on either side of your face before pushing himself deeper. You yelp around him at the stretch but dont pull away, merely looking up at him helplessly as he pulls back and fucks into your mouth slowly.

“Ooh shit.. You just know I love this mouth too, dont you?” Yoongi growls.

“Mmmhmm...” he hums knowingly. He takes a fist full of your hair in his hand to keep you planted in front of him and your hands go to lay flat against his thighs. Theres a bit if resistance when his tip hits the back of tiur tgroat particularly hard but Yoongu doesnt let you off easy.

“Uh uhn, this is what you wanted right? Besides come up here, interrupt my work, piss me off even more....” he pauses to grind hus dick into your throat before pulling you off of him. You sputter and cough as soon as youre able to breathe but Yoongi immediately grabs your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“Now that there isnt a dick in your throat, you should be able to talk. Now answer me...” he snaps, that mean look in his eye almost scaring you. If your pussy wasnt dripping down your thighs right now, you might have been.

You blink up at him widely, shiny spit-soaked lips sparkling as much as your eyes.

“This is what I wanted.” you rasp, still panting. Yoongi kisses his teeth as he regarded you with mild disgust before pushing your head back down his length.

“Yeah I bet. Open. Open your fucking mouth..” he growls, not in the mood to hear any more.

Your nose is tickled by the neatly maintained patch of hairs on his pelvis, your eyes watering as the urge to gag mounts.

But you dont. You only take him the way you knew you deserved to.

And after he cums hard and you swallow every drop, he was sure to fuck you into the sleeper sofa behind him. Not gentle at all. Just the way you deserved.