#sun!bts

“Yoongi…oh my god, you’re so sweet…”

Yoongi answers you by taking a bite out of the cake. 

“You! Hey, what are you doing?” You squeak, moving it away quickly but too late. A chunk the size of his mouth is missing from the cake. Parts of the chocolate covers his lips. He chews proudly, eyes gleaming.

“You are so annoying.”

“Mhm, this is a good cake. More.”

Yoongi chases the cake with an open mouth. 

“No. You are totally ruining the cake”, you are laughing, fleeing him as best as possible.

“I can do what I want as the birthday boy.”

“Not this. You are being gross. Eek, Yoongi stop! You’re ruining the cake!”

You roll out of bed, running through the bedroom while Yoongi chases you. Laughter is everlasting. He catches up with you, chomping his teeth as he holds you hostage by your waist.

“Wait! Wait don’t! I’ll drop it! I worked really hard on it!” 

Yoongi stops, rubbing your waist. The cake gets put down on the desk.

“You-”

Yoongi twirls you and pushes you against said desk, claiming your lips in a kiss before you can whine. He tastes of chocolate cake, his touch is possessive. No chance to scold him, no more talking. Just kisses. Deep, passionate kisses. The kind only Yoongi can give because once he kisses you, it’s never just half-hearted.

Resisting him is fruitless, giving up is the only way. Somehow you still forget that this man is into you. Really, really into you. And when he shows you, it always ends up surprising you.

His deep purr tickle your lips, his tongue traces them. He feels up your waist and hips, crotch pressed against yours.

If you do not stop this, he might eat you instead of the cake.

“Yoongi.” 

He chases you, eyes half-lidded and gaze obsessed. You stop him with a finger on his lips. Yoongi solves the issue by nibbling on said finger, like a dog getting a bone. It is gentle and cute.

“You ruined the cake.”

“I took a small bite out of it. It’s still fine”, he says and bites your hand.

“Did you wake up a biter today? My hand is not consumable.”

“You’re very consumable, actually.”

You scoff in amusement, “really?”

He smiles and nods his head, making you roll your eyes at him which only increases his smile. He lifts you up under your ass, carrying you back to bed.

“You know that you light up my life, don’t you?” he says.

“Oh Yoongi.”

The sun kisses his face, his hair shimmers in shades of dark brown and gold. Like a black cat that seems to glow in the sunlight. He buries you under him, knees on each side of your hips and elbows by your head.

He is not wearing a shirt, skin feeling like heaven under your fingertips. Tracing his body might be one of your favourite things to do. Especially in the morning when he is still toasty from the blanket.

“So you baked a cake this morning”, he talks in a soft voice, resembling a purr. How you love to listen to him.

“Yeah, I got up before sunrise. I was paranoid that you would wake up from the noise the entire time.”

“I didn’t. I slept like a baby.”

“You did. You didn’t notice that I decorated the room?”

“You did?”

Yoongi straightens up, looking around the bedroom while you take the moment to memorise every inch of him. His arms, his chest, his soft tummy and the faint happy trail leading into his briefs. His thighs, his pink knees and his feet tangled in the sheets. His weight on you is familiar, his warmth is raised because of you.

“You decorated”, Yoongi comments, eyes sparkling.

Blue balloons kiss the ceiling and paper garlands decorate the window frames. He looks back at you. Your gaze has softened and yet seems hungrier. 

“You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. I love your birthday.”

“I can see that.”

“Do you like it at least a little?”

Yoongi lowers himself and kisses you. 

“I love it, my princess. Thank you for everything.”

“But that’s not all. I have more planned.”

“Do you now?”

You put your hands on his butt. Yoongi has to smile because of it, but does nothing to stop you. 

“Yeah. You should see the rest of the house and I’ve got presents in the living room.”

He smiles against your cheek, kissing it repeatedly.

“Do you?”

“Yeah. And I thought we could spend the day listening to music and cooking together. I found a few recipes we’ve never tried, we can try them together.”

His favourite activities. Yoongi feels so good.

“I’d love that.”

“And before you leave bed, I wanna give you a birthday blowjob.”

“Huh?”  He shoots up, eyes widened. You seem confident. “What?”

“Birthday blowie. You know, you relax and I go like this on your dick”, you say, making very explicit slurping noises. 

“Okay, okay stop. I know what a blowjob is”, he stops you, pressing his hand to your mouth.

You wrestle his hand away, holding it instead. You make more noises.

“Stop”, Yoongi whines, covering your mouth with his other hand. Which you obviously tug away again.

“Just in case you didn’t know”, you state.

“Funny.”

“You deserve it, my love.”

“If you think so”, he murmurs, suddenly flustered and totally shy. 

You sit up, touching his waist. 

“What do you think of my plans?”

“They’re alright.”

“Really? Only alright?”

He rubs his neck shyly. “They sound good.”

“Yeah? Everything?”

He blushes, looking to the side. “I guess.”

“So you’d let me blow you?”

He nods his head.

“Perfect. Then get off me.”

“Wait. We’re doing it now?”

“Yes. No time wasted, baby. Let’s get this cock sucked and those balls gargled”, you say in a fake accent, rubbing your hands together.

“You are not making me excited for it when you talk like this”, he murmurs, climbing off your lap with a pout. He lies down. 

You snicker, “I know you want it cowboy. Let me be your throat goat.”

Yoongi sits up again, “actually I changed my mind. Why are you talking like this?”

“Okay, okay I’m stopping. Sorry”, you laugh, climbing his lap. 

“Tch, you suck at dirty talk.”

“This wasn’t dirty talk. I tried to relax you by being a weirdo.”

“You weirdo did the opposite, I’m tense.”

One must know that you and Yoongi share a kind of humour some people might consider as rude. It is because you know each other so well that you can walk the fine line between rude and funny. The current conversation is light-hearted, even if some people would not see it as such.

You take off your birthday hat and put it on him instead. He lets you, thinking to himself that you are beautiful in the sunlight. 

“My birthday boy should wear the proper attire.”

“It’s pinching my chin.”

You fix the rubber strap, letting it snap him when you let go.

“Hey”, he whines.

“Does it still pinch?” you snicker.

“You’re in a jokester mood today, aren’t you?”

“Maybe. I love your birthday.”

“I’m starting to see that.” 

You climb off his lap and the bed. Yoongi rolls to his side, propping his elbow up and resting his head against his hand. This is nice to him, being so intimate and comfortable with you is nice.

You open the black morning rope you are wearing and let the it fall to the floor, holding your breath in anticipation.

The sunlight illuminates you from behind, warming your skin but nothing makes you burn up more than the way Yoongi looks at you. You are wearing one of his favourite sets of lingerie. Black hand-woven lace with a real ruby on the front of your bra. Real silver frames it and matching stocking halters with black stockings complete the look. Yoongi gave it to you as a present “because he felt like it” and he refuses to tell you how much he paid for it.

“I bought this for you”, he says, gaze hungry.

“You did.”

“You wore this before. Milan, then Paris again. One time in summer as well, it was sunny that day.”

“You remember?”

“I remember everything, my love. Come here, let me hold your hand.” He reaches out to you. 

You take it, heart racing when he kisses your knuckles. His lips are incredibly soft.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t make me say talking like this.”

He hums, “mhm, sorry. You’re right. Mhm, princess”, he kisses your wrist then looks up at you, “let me look at you closer, come here.”

You climb his lap again. Yoongi keeps you from sitting down with his hands on your hips, using the position to litter your stomach and chest with kisses. He outlines the edges of your lingerie with his fingers, eliciting goosebumps on your skin. It feels so good to be touched by him.

“I love this set on you. Fuck, you’re making it look amazing.”

He travels his hands along your sides, following the movements of your body as you sit down on him. They stop on your upper back, fingertips drawing mindless circles. His eyes spill over with adoration.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved”, he whispers.

“This is your first present.” 

“I love it”, he says, smiling at you.

You giggle, stubbing his nose with yours. Yoongi purrs, kissing it. This is going down as his favourite birthday. It cannot get any better than this.

You suddenly put your hands on his chest and push. Yoongi falls with a chuckle, eyes gleaming hungrily when you pin his wrists into the pillow. Perhaps this day is getting even better.

“Now it’s time for your second present.”

“What’s my second present?”

“The blowjob.”

“Oh, so that’s a present too?”

“Obviously.”

“Then do your worst. Let’s see if you can get me hard.”

“You’re joking right?”

He smirks. 

“Oh I see. You’re being a brat.”

“Never.”

You laugh and tug the birthday hat down over his eyes. Yoongi laughs, wriggling his wrists free to fix it but you push them back down. 

“Leave it.”

“I can’t see.”

“I know. You already saw me.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“Yeah, it was.”

He laughs, writhing under you. This kind of bickering makes his stomach flutter.

“Now stay.”

“Mhm.”

You leave his lap and roll out of bed. Yoongi enjoys the moment, listening to your steps and your busy shuffling. You return soon, climbing his lap and kissing his chest. Yoongi arches into it, purring in contentment. He likes being touched by you.

“I’m back.”

“You are.”

“I think you’re wearing too much.”

“Take it off then”, he allows you, having his eyes closed even with the hat darkening his vision. It just feels better like this.

With his consent, you wrestle his briefs off and throw them on the floor. Your hands feel up his legs, eyes focused on his dick. So tempting and sexy. You cannot wait to taste him.

“You already have a semi, just saying”, you say, kneading his thighs.

“Your eyes aren’t working right.”

You snicker, “you’re such a bad liar.”

“Mhhm.” 

“This is gonna be easier than I thought.”

“You wish.”

Yoongi has to be the most adorable brat ever. He loves to pretend as if he wasn’t easy to turn on when in reality he gets hard so easily, and he knows that he does. It still doesn’t stop him from lying. It’s adorable because even with the most raging hard-on, he will still insist that he is not hard.

You kiss his neck. Right on his favourite spot, listening to the blissed sigh he lets out against his will. One kiss. Two. Three. You tug on his earlobe and whisper sweet words against his ear.

“You’re an adorable brat.”

“If you say so.”

“Mhm, I do.” You kiss his cheek, then straighten up. “Can I tell you what I have planned for you?”

“Not today. Just surprise me. I trust you.”

Hearing something like this from Yoongi is a huge deal. He loves discussing the sex before it happens, so having him give up control to such an extent – blindfolded on top of it – just shows how safe he feels with you. 

“Alright, then I’ll surprise you. Your safeword is snowdrop. Like always.”

“I won’t need it.” 

“You are a sweet talker and a sweet talker should get some cake”, you say, stubbing his nose.

“Okay”, Yoongi says and opens his mouth, ready and willing. Again, he is so adorable.

You use a fork to feed him, eating a bite yourself afterwards. He chews, humming in contentment. With his vision denied and his other senses heightened, the cake tastes even sweeter. He can really taste how much effort and love you put into it, cherishing every single second.

“More?”

“Yeah.” 

The second bite is just as delicious. You adore his sense of touch right with it as you dance your fingertips along his chest. Goosebumps cover his skin, his nipples flush and harden. You don’t touch them just yet, working up anticipation.

“Another?”

“Yeah.”

You set the fork on the bedside table next to the cake after feeding him and pick up two of the candles. You light them, letting them melt over his chest while he is still busy with chewing. 

The first droplet of hot wax drips on his skin, forcing him to flinch and grunt. The second candle follows, eliciting another flinch from him. He gulps the cake down, gasping for air.

“What was that?”

“Candles.”

“It’s-” Two droplets hit his skin, sending shivers through his body. “Fuck, it’s hot.”

“Too hot?”

“No, keep going.”

“I will.”

The candles aren’t the biggest and the wax is probably not the hottest, but the sensation is still intense. Because you are using two candles, they melt at different times and therefore drip on him differently as well. He cannot figure out a pattern, anticipating each new sting with a fluttering tummy.

You concentrate your attention on his chest for now, painting circles around his nipples. You can count four droplets by now, the fifth hits his skin right this instant. Yoongi purrs, fingers twitching on the pillow. 

Pink and blue. You did not choose these candles specifically but it looks pretty now that you are thinking about it. Blue because it is his favourite colour, it covers his right pec. Pink because everything feels pink and pretty when you are together, it covers his left pec. You let the candles meet in the middle, covering his sternum with a bigger spot of wax. 

“Ahm…”

Having Yoongi make sounds is a big deal. He is very silent when he receives, so getting him to be vocal means he is genuinely enjoying this a lot. Of course he does, he is a masochist at heart.

Perhaps it is time for his nipples. First his right, then his left. 

“Fuck, a-ah”, Yoongi tenses his thighs, hands closing to fists.

“Intense?”

“Yeah. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“You’ve got the prettiest nipples”, you say, placing the candles aside for now so you can massage them while the wax is still warm. The pain should turn from stinging to pleasurable. 

The touch goes straight to his cock, leaving warmth in his tummy and tingles in his legs. Yoongi has to touch you, purring your name as he does. His hands run along your arms, rubbing them up and down. Every now and then, they stop and squeeze. 

Yoongi communicates through touch and right now he is telling you that you feel like fucking heaven. Your stomach tingles like crazy, knowing you can make him feel good.

You kiss his collarbones, then his neck, fingers still working his nipples. A bite seals the deal. Yoongi loves getting bitten. It might very well be his kryptonite. 

He curses, hugging you so he can pull himself closer. You dig your teeth deeper, increasing the pain and therefore his bliss.

“Princess”, he sighs, sucking on your shoulder. It’s wet and needy. You release his neck, the relief of it is warm and tingly. Yoongi cradles the back of your head, trailing sloppy kisses from your shoulder to your lips.

Denying him feels cruel but necessary. The party hat is on his forehead. Funny, but not where it is supposed to be. You take it off, kissing him afterwards now that you have space. Yoongi purrs, sinking back into the pillow. His neck pulsates and hurts where you bit him, his nipples are burning and his chest is still sensitive. 

It cannot get any better than this and still, you make it even better by dragging your nails down his skin. Dull pain joins the mix. Yoongi thrusts against nothing.

“More”, he begs, breaking the kiss just to mouth at your chin and jaw.

“So about you not getting hard easily?”

“I never said that.”

“You are such a liar, oh my god”, you laugh, smooching him once before you sit up, trailing your gaze down his body. He is blushing all over, tummy heaving up and down quickly and flushed cock standing ready against his dark pubes. How pretty. 

You search for his eyes, meeting them. His gaze is confident and anticipating. He is feeling himself. It turns you on so much.

“I wanna make you feel so good. Fuck, Yoongi”, you get out and bury your face in his thighs. You leave open-mouthed kisses on his skin, following them up with hickeys and rough bites. 

Yoongi is gasping for air, legs parting on their own as you mark them. He swears that they are currently rubber. His thighs are so sensitive and you are biting them. This is insane.

“___”, he croaks, reaching down to touch his cock. It hurts too much not to.

“Ah!” You slap his hand away. “What are you doing?”

“Is not cool, let me touch”, he mumbles, pouting. He reaches for himself again only to be stopped by you gripping his wrists and pinning them by his head. You are towering over him, taking up his entire vision and his heart in the process. He hates that you are just hovering over his cock, wishing for nothing more than your weight on it.

“No touching”, you scold him. 

He wiggles, chest tingling when you apply more strength to keep him down. His bratty heart is so happy with you.

“Do I have to tie you up? Mhm?”

“You don’t have it in you.”

You scoff, eyes widening in shock. “I see.” You tongue your cheek, gaze darkening. Yoongi feels butterflies in his tummy because of it.

You let go of his wrists and climb out of bed, scurrying to the dresser for one of his ties. 

You and Yoongi keep some clothes at the beach house. Formal attire is part of said emergency wardrobe and Yoongi’s black tie has definitely come in handy many times. Mostly during sex though.

You climb his lap with the tie between your teeth so you have both hands for grabbing his wrists. Yoongi is mesmerised, letting you work his arms into position while he stares at your breasts. He feels no remorse for his gawking, thinking about all the ways he will make you feel good later. He will definitely fuck you against the kitchen counter. This lingerie set is doing it to him so bad.

You fold his hands so they are interlocked then take the tie out of your mouth to use it. Three wrap-arounds and a tight knot. Yoongi hisses, squeezing his own hands. You are definitely making him feel it. The pressure around his wrists is intense.

“Stop whining.”

“You’re being rough.”

“Obviously. You like it.”

He has nothing witty to say to that so he simply purrs and eye fucks you passionately. 

“So. This should prevent you from acting up” you say and tug his tied up hands into his vision. Yoongi opens his folded hands, wiggling his fingers. 

“You’re mean.” 

“I know. It gets your dick hard.”

He chuckles, following it up with a groan when you drop his hands on his chest. Not too high but the impact still lingers for a second before you replace it with new sensations. Licks and bites down his tummy, closer and closer to his aching cock.

Almost there. He can practically feel your lips on him. Almost. Yes. Now. 

You swerve past his cock, sucking on his right thigh instead. Yoongi hurts. The last time he got head was two months ago. It wasn’t your doing, but simply Yoongi’s own fault. He never asks for it and when you insinuated, he mostly stirred the scene into him giving pleasure instead.

It’s been so long and being denied right now, shows him how fucking needy this can actually get a person. He wants to reach down there and touch himself.

“Is somebody impatient?” you ask in a fond chuckle and Yoongi has to realise that he did indeed reach down there, fingers buried in your hair.

“It’s been two months.”

“And whose fault was that?”

Yoongi pouts. You laugh and kiss his thigh, before parting his legs. Yoongi lets you, just as he lets you put them over your shoulders and hold them tight. The path you kiss down his left thighs feels endless to him and soon takes on a turn he did not expect. Past his cock, just brushing his balls and settling on his rim. You lift his hips a little, forcing him to lose his footing with the mattress. His toes curl as his feet fling into the air, a throaty moan slips past his lips.

You purr, nose buried in his balls and tongue outlining his hole. He smells so good. Clean, masculine and with a hint of sandalwood. If it was possible, you would bottle his scent and use it as your own personal drug. Combined with his taste, this is heaven.

“I don’t- I- ahmmmm”, Yoongi puts his tied-up hands against his forehead, eyes squeezing shut. His stomach is tensing, warmth spreads from his hole. You are grinding the flat of your tongue against it, nose stimulating his balls. Two of his most sensitive spots are getting attention. And, fuck, it feels good.

His legs are restless. It’s cute because it’s only really been a minute. Greedy, you drag your tongue from his hole over his rim until you land on his balls. They are soft and tense under your licks. You massage the spot next to them with your thumbs, increasing the pleasure and his restlessness.

“So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect”, you praise, sucking the incredibly tender area between your lips. You suck and suck and suck until Yoongi cannot help but mewl. Only then, do you release him, repeating the gentle torture on the other side.

“Please”, he croaks, hands falling to your head again. 

“Do you want to stop?” You are taunting him. 

“No. Suck my cock, please.”

“Mhhmm my love”, you purr, nuzzling your nose against his balls and kissing them hungrily, “hearing something like this from you feels like ecstasy. Mhhhm.”

Entirely blissed out and droopy, you kiss your way up to his tip, loving and adoring every inch of his shaft. You hold him in your right hand, using your left to massage his balls.

“I missed your cock.” You kiss his frenulum. “Missed him so much.” You kiss his tip. “Next time, don’t wait two months”, you finally sink him between your lips. 

Yoongi releases all of the built-up tension in a shudder and throaty moan, hands slipping from your head to lie on his stomach, twitching and tensing. So warm. So fucking warm. He forgot how warm your mouth is. It’s like he has never been inside your mouth before and experiences actual heaven for the very first time.

Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips are applying gentle pressure, your teeth grace him every now and then which Yoongi absolutely loves. Everything about this is perfect. Why did he deny himself for two months? Why did he do that?

You slip off him, against his wish, littering his wet tip with kisses and kitten licks. The stimulation like this is precise and more intense. It’s like you are tracing him with your fingertips, pleasuring his most sensitive spots. Yoongi squeezes your head with his legs, exhaling shakily when you part them again.

Your chuckle tickles him, your lips touch him when you speak.

“You taste so good. Fuck, my love”, you purr, lapping up his pleasure which he just cannot stop leaking. You squeeze him right under his tip, which only makes him leak more.

This is so amazing. Yoongi throws his hands over his eyes only to remember they are tied up. So he lets his right arm plop over his eyes, which doesn’t really work and he ends up with only one eye covered and his hands hitting the headboard. 

“You okay?”

“Hit my hands. It’s fine.”

“Do you want to be free?”

“No. Please suck my cock, please.”

“I fucking love this side of you, my prince”, you growl, fulfilling his wish gladly. You take his cock back inside and relax your jaw so you can bop your head up and down safely. 

“Fuck. ___, ah aha a-ah”, Yoongi moans and gasps sharply, gripping the edge of the headboard. 

The view is sex in itself. Yoongi’s dark hair is messy covering his eyes, his cheeks are flushed and whenever he takes a deep breath his abs come out and tense. Fuck, his arms are flexing so much in this position and to make it even better, every now and then he nuzzles his face against his right arm to suck on his own skin.

You swear that you tear up at the view. Or maybe it’s because his dick keeps hitting the back of your throat. It’s intense but once you get cock-hungry, you can’t think of anything other than eating cock as sloppily as possible. You want it deep, moaning around him as you push it just a little deeper each time.

You jerk off what you can’t fit, squeezing his balls. Your throat won’t last long in this rhythm, but this isn’t the point anyway. A mixture of gentle and rough, of slow and fast is what makes this as good as it does. You want him aching for more, only to beg for less once he realises how overwhelming More actually is. 

Spit runs down his veiny shaft and makes jerking him off easy. Your lips hit your fingers every now and then, his taste coats the inside of your mouth. Yoongi’s legs slip from your shoulders but stay open, toes bunching up the sheets underneath them. He bucks his hips against his will, voice pitching as he gets just a little sloppy with it.

You push his hips down, dominating over him even with your differences in strengths. He mewls and purrs, writhing on the sheets and biting his own arm. His brows are furrowed, his nose is scrunched. Not getting to fuck your face is edging him. He wouldn’t verbalise it, but his body is talking to you.

You make it up for him by slipping your right thumb to his rim to massage it. You slow down with your mouth, now focusing on sucking rather than throat-fucking.

It elicits all new kinds of noises from him like whined mewls and sharp inhales through his teeth, followed by shaky exhales. Yoongi rolls his head to the other side, sucking and licking his own arm just to make it easier to bear.

Not receiving for two months and then getting sucked off like this is unbearably pleasurable.

It’s rhythmic. It’s intense. Your lips move and grind along his shaft. Your tongue is stiff and stimulates his frenulum constantly. And you suck which forms a bubble of warm pressure around his tip, making him want to fucking burst.

Yoongi acts before he can think. In his blissed out, soul-getting-sucked-out-of-his-dick-state, he reaches for your hair and rips the tie in the process. 

His accidental crime is loud, stopping the scene for a moment when you shoot up in shock. Your fingers are frozen on his cock, thumb against his hole unmoving. Yoongi is frozen as well, foggy eyes glued to the tattered remnants of his tie.

“Did you just rip it?”

“I didn’t mean to.”

He is honest. His surprise is genuine. You lessen the tension with a chuckle, sitting up to take his hands and peel off the ruined fabric. You kiss his wrists.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

“No. I didn’t feel it rip. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. That’s hot. Guess you just have to behave on your own from now on.” You meet his eyes. “I wanna put my fingers inside you, so you have to be good.”

He exhales shakily, sinking into a cozy and warm yet incredibly needy state. He feels himself nod his head, excitement growing in his stomach.

“Perfect. Now remember: behave or else.”

“Okay.”

“How long has it been? Two months again?” you ask, preparing your fingers for him with a healthy, perhaps even a little excessive, amount of lube. You don’t want it to hurt.

“I’ve been in a giving mood lately. I can’t help it”, Yoongi is pouting, eyes focused on your hands. They look so sexy when they are wet and messy.

“You’re almost always in a giving mood.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, hey. I’m not attacking you, just teasing because you’re gonna be sensitive.”

“I know.”

“There is nothing wrong with you wanting to give, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“But now that you’re letting me take care of you, are you excited, kitten?” You purr, eye fucking him as you kiss your way down his thigh. You wrap your left hand around his cock again, spreading the lube in up and down motions.

Yoongi feels like puddy when it comes to you. He wants to focus on the thigh kisses, on your handjob, on your fingers massaging his rim but he can’t decide on which thing because everything just feels so good.

“Mhm, my love? Are you excited?”

“Yeah”, he breathes, searching for your hand on his cock. He finds it just in time for your finger to sink into him. The stretch is familiar, making him feel whole and very hot. 

“Fuck”, he groans, squeezing your hand. It doesn’t embarrass him how easy it was for you to breach him, solely because you make it feel so fucking good. “More fingers. More, please.” 

As a matter of fact, he begs for more and when you fulfill his wish by slipping both your middle and ring finger inside, Yoongi swears he sees the creation of the universe for a second. 

He moans loudly, pulling his left leg up and hugging it against his chest. He will never ever wait two months again. Holy fuck, he missed out on so much.

With a thumping heart, you take his cock back into your mouth, only adding to the growing pleasure he experiences. You do not pump your fingers in and out, no, you know exactly where you want them. You flip your hand and curl your fingers, pressing the pads of them against his prostate. His walls clench around you, his cock leaks onto your tongue. He tastes like lube but you will clean him of it thoroughly.

“Holy fuck.”

Yoongi sometimes forgets how easy pleasuring him comes to you until you remind him. 

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”

Your moan tickles his cock. Yoongi doesn’t know whether the pleasure comes from his tip or his prostate. It’s everywhere, spreading down his legs and up his torso. He slams his leg back into the mattress, feeling restless. He has to do something. Maybe grab his own pecs and pinch his nipples. The view of it makes you moan again and forces your fingers to part just slightly so his hole experiences a stretch while you milk him.

“Please don’t stop, please.”

You couldn’t even if you wanted to. Yoongi is your drug. The very thing you currently need to survive. His juices are making your senses hazy and give you an unbearable, insatiable feeling of hunger. His throbbing hole is so eager for your fingers, pulling you in as if he missed you. You need to suck him dry. You need to have all of him.

“You’re making me cum, you’re really making me cum. Really. Is…really…___ you’re making me cum”, he whines, stomach convulsing repeatedly as you send him straight to heaven. 

Denying him comes to your mind for a second, tempting you but you have him riding on such a wave of pleasure right now which will be difficult to replicate it. You would hate to ruin this for him. You are going to keep sucking him, keep jerking him and keep massaging his prostate just so you can torture him afterwards. That’s a good plan. Such a good plan, making you purr around him.

“You have to stop or else I’ll cum in - ah - your mouth”, he warns, tapping your head repeatedly. You give him your answer by leading his hands back to his nipples while you continue to fuck him senseless.

“Really?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Oh.”

Yoongi grows silent, which means this is going to be intense for him. He takes one big breath and holds it, hands stilling on his nipples and stomach curling into itself while his hips slowly move upwards. 

They twitch once when it hits him before his body begins to shake on its own and the breath he held leaves him in ecstatic mewls.

You suck him through it, massaging his throbbing prostate because he deserves to feel eternal. His taste is amazing. You cannot stop gulping him down like a starved animal finally getting food.

Seven times you let him thrust his hips, seven times it takes him to empty everything and then it should stop. 

Should. 

You move your fingers out of their stiff position, pumping them in and out his tight hole. Your grip around his cock is possessive, keeping him right where you need him to be.

You bite his tip, dragging your teeth up on it and applying enough pressure that it hurts.

Yoongi mewls your name, hips fleeing the torture even if there is no escape. You keep fucking his hole, keep biting him and squeezing his overstimulated cock. This is the most amazing torture Yoongi has ever experienced. 

You do that so many times. Soft mouth followed by intense pain as you drag your teeth up his tip. And all of this after the orgasm he just had. 

Yoongi knows that he hasn’t arched his back in a very long time, but fuck, he has to arch it right now. He doesn’t know whether he wants you to stop or to keep going. It hurts, but he loves pain so much which makes it amazing. He feels conflicted and tortured and ecstatic and fucking good. So good.

Pain feels so good when you are its creator.

“I feel dizzy.” 

You do it another time, licking up every single droplet of his sweet, post-orgasmic spill. 

“I-I feel really dizzy.” 

You curl your fingers when you are knuckle deep inside him and you spread them when you pull out. Being stretched from the inside out is a different kind of intense. 

“I can’t see”, he whimpers, feeling like passing out. He hopes that you don’t stop. 

You won’t stop. You know that he still has one more for you. Yoongi is never satisfied with only one. He is a fucking glutton for pleasure once you get him there. 

You know that he still has more to offer, you just need to hit the right spot.

You let go of his shaft and take his balls to squeeze them. 

Yoongi wails and arches his back even harder.

“I’m cumming!”

There he is. That did the trick and fuck, is it messy. You can’t keep everything in your mouth, resulting in his pleasure to spill down his cock and balls. 

You have never heard him say your name as many times in a row as he does right now. It’s like your syllables are his own personal prayer and fuck, does it make you feel good. So fucking good that you feel yourself come undone just by squeezing your thighs together and enjoying his orgasm with him.

Yoongi grows limp after his orgasm, fighting for air he dearly needs. This was it. He is spend (for the next hour at least). And you know that he is, taking care of him with soft licks and kisses. You got him messy and you need to clean him, doing so while you recover from your own high. This was intense. 

You lick his rim as you pull your fingers out. He is clean anyway so you don’t worry. Yoongi purrs, reaching down to stroke the back of your head. You look up. His eyes are still closed and he looks completely wrecked, but fuck, does he seem happy. His body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, the wax once covering is chest is speckled all over it in ruined pieces. 

“Yoongi, my love”, you get out, feeling the incessant need to hold him. You kiss a path up his torso until you reach his lips. You and he lose yourself in slow, exhausted kisses, limbs tangling together and bodies melting with each other. You end up on your sides, having to break the kiss for some air. 

He smiles, rubbing his nose against your face like a cuddly cat.

“I’m happy”, he whispers.

“I’m happy too.”

“Mhm, your breath smells like me.” He snickers and presses his nose into your cheek. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I felt in trance, no joke.” You exhale into your own palm. “Does my breath stink?”

“No. Just smells like my cum. Ah, so embarrassing that you had to swallow”, he whines, covering his eyes, “I’m sorry. I hope it wasn’t too bad for you.”

“Yoongi, what? You taste amazing, are you serious? I loved it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really. I love your taste.”

He snickers again, pulling you closer. He is so cuddly and clingy, which he only gets when you really made his soul leave his body with his orgasm.

“Do you want me to return the favour?” he still can’t help but offer because this is just who he is.

“I actually came with you.”

“Huh? Really?” he gasps, head shooting up to gawk at you.

You snicker, booping his nose, “you’re not the only one who cums from giving head just saying.”

“Oh. Okay.” He blushes and hides away in your chest, nuzzling his face between your breasts.

“You’re adorable”, you say, hugging him with all your limbs around him. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“Good.” He hugs you back. “Me neither.”

“Except for breakfast and for when you open your presents. I hope you’ll like them.”

“I will, my princess.”

“God, Yoongi I can’t believe that today’s your birthday. Mhhm I’m so happy”, you say and squeeze him tightly.

Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, patting your butt. He is happy too. Really fucking happy.