↳ Index [Day 17 - Drunk Sex]
Pairing: Good Boy!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: new relationship!AU, Idol!Yoongi
Kinks: sex in his studio, romantic vanilla sex, consensual drunk sex, some dirty talk, lots of giggles and kisses, a quick breast worship cause it’s Yoongi, safe vaginal penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, dry humping, thigh riding, use of a vibrator, talks about male masturbation, he talks about using her moans in songs, Amazon position, they’re just drunk and horny and in love <3, he is The Man, like i need him so bad emotionally
Wordcount: 5.9k
a/n: if you voice me a wish of vanilla studio sex with some spice sprinkled on top, i take out my pen and deliver because i’m in a fact a whore for studio sex <3 fuckk i need to eat this Yoongi with a spoon no joke 🖤 i also miss him a lot :(
He makes you laugh. He is funny, you really think that he is. His laugh is also addictive. Deep, unless you match his humour just right and it turns into a squeak. You love laughing with him. You have been doing so for quite some hours today, sharing food and beer in his studio. You can feel the effects of the alcohol by now. It’s warm and fuzzy and dulls your boundaries a little. You don’t feel the need to force your senses to stay sharp. Not in his presence. He is safe and kind and sweet. Home, that’s what he has become.
And right now, he is also incredibly cute in your eyes. He is wearing a yellow sweater and brown pants and he clearly did his hair. It’s because he knew that you would be coming over for dinner. He smells like masculine cologne and he wears rings on his fingers. He put effort into himself because you deserve nothing less. He is very attractive and beyond tempting, but most of all, he is cute.
You stop laughing, completely engrossed in his face and how it moves when he smiles.
Yoongi notices your change of attitude instantly, fumbling with his earlobe.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, eyes suddenly struggling to upkeep contact.
“It’s just that”, you scoot closer, brushing the back of your hand down his cheek.
Yoongi’s breath hitches, his heart speeds up in his chest.
“Your cheeks become red when you’re drunk. It’s such a pretty shade.”
“Uhm”, Yoongi looks to the side. He stumbles for words and ends up laughing breathily instead. He clears his throat, scooting to the edge of the sofa to reach for his glass of beer.
You smile, resting back against the sofa with your head on the edge of the backrest and your eyes glued to him. You giggle.
He glances at you and looks away, taking a big sip of beer. When you don’t stop looking at him, he finally speaks up.
“Don’t look at me for so long. I don’t know how to handle it”, he is pouting and using a cute voice for it.
“I can’t help it. I think that you’re so cute.”
He flusters, rubbing the side of his neck.
“Okay”, he mumbles, eating a piece of fried chicken to distract himself from his nerves. The chicken is cold by now and he isn’t really hungry so it seems to never end in his mouth. He gulps it down when he suddenly feels your hands on his arms, feeling him up, touching him. Your kiss is placed on the round part of his shoulder.
“Your shyness is very attractive. It makes me wanna ravish you.”
“___, oh my god”, he gasps, meeting your eyes because your statement shocked him.
You simply flutter your lashes and smile playfully.
“Why are you saying this?”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
“Yeah well, even if…oh my god.”
You laugh, closing the distance by putting your legs over his lap sideways and hugging his chest.
You kiss his cheek, “I can’t get enough of you, Min Yoongi.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Mhm, as are you.”
He clears his throat awkwardly, rubbing his own ear again. You decide to match him by nibbling on his other ear.
“Woah”, he gets out, tilting his head back as a surprise shiver shakes his body. He moves away instantly, widened eyes meeting yours.
“Did you like that?” you ask him, playing with his earlobe. It feels so soft and squishy between your fingers.
“___, I don’t know what you’re trying to do but we have to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t wanna take advantage of you. You drank and your boundaries are down and I…I’m not that kind of man. I like you, a lot, and I care about you. I mean, not that I would take advantage of you if I didn’t feel for you like this, but I just. I guess, I just, what I wanna say is that I’m not one of those guys that get excited when a woman is visibly drunk.”
“I know. I never thought that you were. You’re kind, sweet, respectful and a total gentleman. I trust you, Min Yoongi. I feel safe with you.”
“Please just call me Yoongi.”
“Well, I trust you Yoongi. And I like you a lot too.”
"You do?”
You change the way you sit so you can talk. You and he haven’t seen each other for long. This is all new and exciting. You had your first kiss already, your first cuddle and shared some intimate moments with each other. But all of this is still new. The big L word hasn’t fallen yet although both of you burn to say it. You also haven’t really gone official to the people who matter. Your friends and family and Yoongi’s in return. You don’t want to give other people a chance to ruin this. Your last relationships have been a while for either of you and you both agree that the last one didn’t feel like this. It didn’t feel so electric and right and almost cosmical. As if some higher power brought you and him together. When you are together, nothing really matters and everything seems so much brighter. Yoongi only has a good morning when he can wish you a nice day at work and in return gets to read your funny morning texts. You swear you start to taste his kisses with every sip of coffee because so often he tastes like coffee when he kisses you. Sometimes Yoongi stops and stares when something reminds him of you and he always has to take a picture and send it to you. Sometimes you stumble upon a stray cat and see Yoongi in it and you always have to send him a picture as well. You and he became parts of each other’s days and build little houses in each other’s hearts. And it feels good and right to both of you.
“Of course I like you”, you say, taking his hand to kiss his knuckles, “I think you’re the most exciting yet mundane thing that has ever happened to me.”
He chuckles, squeezing your hand.
“I’m serious. You make my heart race and at the same time, you calm me down like no one else has ever done.”
“That’s…” He lowers his head. “Actually such a sweet thing to say. Thank you.”
You flip his hand and push his sweater sleeve up to reveal his wrist. The scent of his cologne lingers on it. You inhale deeply and kiss his wrist.
Yoongi gasps, heart almost jumping out of his throat.
“I mean it. You’re like my everything currently. You’re every single thought taking up my mind”, you say and guide your kisses further up his arm. The skin of his inner arm is so soft and smells like him. Kissing it makes you droopy.
Yoongi doesn’t know what to say, but his head is turning. His breath speeds up, his skin tingles. He is really sensitive on his inner arm and your kisses feel electric on his skin.
You manage to kiss him as far as his elbow and then the jumper punches up too much to go up any further. You nuzzle your nose into the slope of his elbow, sucking on his skin gently.
Yoongi sighs.
The sound makes you lift your head. You pull his sweater down mindlessly, holding the hem of his sleeve as your eyes race between his’.
His pupils are slightly widened, his cheeks are even more flushed. He is gazing, looking utterly bewitched and droopy.
“I feel the same”, his voice doesn’t want to go above a breathy whisper. With a warm timbre such as his’, it is very attractive. “It’s all new to me. These feelings. I’ve never felt like this before. You are in my mind all day and night and it’s so good. I can’t get enough of it and of you.”
“You can’t?”
His eyes flit to your lips. He shakes his head, mouthing an honest “I can’t.”
You close the distance. His lids lower, his nose brushes yours.
“Are you really sure?” he whispers.
“I’m really sure. Are you sure too? I’m not that type of woman either who gets off on taking advantage of a drunk guy. If I came across as such, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you.”
“You didn’t. I know that you’re safe. I feel, uhm, I guess I feel safe in wanting to be myself with you when it comes to, you know, sex.”
You snicker, rubbing your nose against his’ in a sign of affection. He closes his eyes, enjoying it with a sweet sigh.
“You’re so cute. You always get shy the moment we talk about sex. You rap about making people cum with your tongue, but you’re different behind closed doors.”
“It’s ‘cause I like you, I get nervous.”
“Why? It’s just me.”
“Exactly. I don’t wanna disappoint.”
“You’re not. Sometimes when I’m trying to sleep, I keep thinking about what we did and I get excited about the next time.”
He sighs your name softly, eyes gazing at your lips so longingly the distance even hurts you unbearably. You heal yourselves by breaking the distance and kissing his lips.
Yoongi moans your name, cupping your cheeks and kissing you back eagerly. Your initial plan was to break it after a short second to build tension, but you can’t bring yourself to do so now that it is actually happening. You love kissing him. You could do it all day.
There was a day where you almost did. He came over after work and then spent the night. You and he weren’t ready for sex back then, but you both felt comfortable in making out. You barely left the bed the next morning, spending hours kissing each other. It was so amazing.
He has the perfect lips for it as well. Soft and always moisturized. The shapes of them are beautiful. They fit his face as if they were made just for him, they are pouty and delicate and yet plump as well. When he applies lip balm, his lower lip always moves with the balm before it bounces back into place. When he talks, he tends to pout with his upper lip. When he sleeps, he keeps them slightly parted and when he smiles, they curl back to make space for his teeth and gums. You could fill books with poems about them. Never in your life have you been more smitten with a pair of lips than his’.
To kiss them and have them kiss you back, is true heaven. Tonight it is tainted by the encouraging power of alcohol. It isn’t long until Yoongi darts his tongue out to trace your lips. You instantly part them, meeting his tongue with your own.
He gasps, breaking the kiss surprisingly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you really sure?”
“Yes. You?”
“Yes, I am. I fucking am”, he breathes, pulling you back into the kiss.
You moan softly, pushing him back onto the leather couch. Yoongi falls with a purr, feeling electric tingles in his crotch when you claim the space between his legs and scratch your nails over his scalp softly. Yoongi nudges your leg with his own just obviously enough that you break the kiss.
“Too much?”
“No, just…I’m here if you need something too”, he whispers, gazing up at you devotedly.
“You say such sexy stuff, damn”, you get out and kiss him. You take up his offer, changing positions so you could grind on his thigh. You make sure to keep one knee against his own crotch, hoping that he likes it.
He does. He likes it. All of it. He likes your weight on him and how warm you feel between your legs. He likes how your knee grinds against his crotch because it feels fucking electric to him. He likes kissing you, holding you and touching you and being touched in return. Oh, he really likes you.
Yoongi purrs, running his big hands up and down your back. He lingers on the parts which are softest, kneading and squeezing them as if he wanted to memorise how it feels to hold you. It makes you burn up like crazy. It also makes you breathless, forcing you to break the kiss you don’t want to break. Yoongi chases you with parted lips and a sigh of your name.
“Sorry, air, hah”, you breathe, giggling shyly.
Yoongi chuckles, lips curling into a lopsided smile, “yeah ”, he lulls, voice rumbling in his chest.
You snicker and bury your nose in his cheek, “I’m dizzy. Closing my eyes really made it obvious that I’m drunk.”
“Same. Did you change your mind?”
“No. You?”
“No.”
“Mhm”, you hum and feel the consuming need to kiss his neck. The scent of his cologne drives you crazy, you need to eat it off of him until your tongue knows how he tastes.
Yoongi gasps, tensing up for a second before an aggressive shudder turns his entire body limp. He moans throatily, rolling his head to the side.
You claim the newfound space instantly, kissing his skin as much as you lick it. The alcohol lowers your shame and makes you bold. You kissed his neck before, but not like this. You are sloppy and messy. Yoongi swears he might pass out from light headedness. It feels unbelievable, turning him on like nothing else.
The only way he can handle it is by grabbing your buttocks and giving them a squeeze. You whimper softly, lips stuttering on his neck and hips trying to chase his touch. Yoongi slides his hand between your legs to test the waters.
“Yoongi”, you sigh, making him shiver with a moan against his ear and your tongue tracing the shape of it. Your hips grind down on his hand, giving him all the knowledge he needed. He moves on his own, rubbing your sweet warmth over the fabric of your pants.
You shudder, fingers twisting his hair gently. It doesn’t hurt, it simply makes his scalp tingle like crazy. The quiet moans you let out, he answers in a throaty purr. The giggle you produce in reaction to it, he answers with a chuckle.
You lift your head, meeting his droopy eyes just as droopily. His hair is messy at the top because you played with it. His neck is glistening where you licked and kissed it. Your heart flutters, your stomach does too. You make a sound and grab his hair to tilt his head back and therefore reveal his throat to you. He allows you, purring deeply when you swirl your tongue up his sensitive throat. His voice tickles so nicely that you have to do it again and again and again and again until it naturally evolves into you kissing your way to the side of his neck along his jawline. Yoongi rolls his head to the side gladly, lungs working overtime to breathe and head turning incurably. The shivers reach their peak when you take his earlobe between your teeth to tug on it softly. Yoongi writhes under you, arching his back to bear what you make him feel. You never had him arch his back before so this is ruining you. You lift your lips, having to look at his face. It is flushed beyond repair, contrasting deliciously against his love marked neck.
“Did that feel good to you?” you ask him, breathing heavily as you wait for his answer. His hand doesn’t move right now, resting on your pussy. It feels so warm.
“Everything does”, he breathes out.
“You arched your back.”
Shyness washes over his features, he looks to the side. You make him look at you with two fingers under his chin. His lips part in awe, his eyes cloud over in devotion.
“I want to go further. Do you want it too?” you ask him.
“I do.”
You sit up and hook your finger under your shirt. Yoongi sits up as well, doing the same with his jumper. You throw your pieces of clothing to the floor at the same time, looking at each other.
“Weren’t you hot?” you snicker, tugging on the fabric of the white t-shirt he wore under the jumper.
“I actually wasn’t. I was cozy”, he throws back sassily because he knows that you share his sense of humour and see it as him being playful.
You snicker, scrunching your nose.
Yoongi smiles at you and hooks his fingers in his shirt to take it off as well. When he reappears again, he is greeted with your naked breasts and your eyes looking at him expectantly.
“Wow okay”, he lets out, staring in awe. He stays completely still, making you laugh.
“Did you turn into a statue?”
“Huh? I uh, no”, he shakes off his paralysation. “Sorry, you’re just so beautiful. I can’t believe that you’re real.”
“You’re beautiful too. Can I?”
“Yes. Can I?”
“Yes please”, you allow him, placing your hands on his chest to feel him up.
Yoongi purrs deeply, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. Sadly your hands have to slip to his shoulders for now, but you don’t mind because he makes you fucking arch your back and roll your head back with the way he worships your chest. His left hand is between your shoulder blades, while his right hand is between your legs, rubbing your warmth. The fabric is soaked by now. It turns him on so much. He moans and purrs, kissing and licking your breasts as if they were everything he needed to survive. Yoongi kissed your chest before, but not like this. Not with so much tongue and so sloppily. The alcohol makes him brave and bold, resulting in you almost wanting to cry from how good it feels.
“You’re so beautiful”, he sighs, giving your nipples a break when they are swollen and sensitive. He marks your collarbones with his love instead, tastes your shoulders and repays the favour to your neck.
You collapse into him, knocking his nose into your neck and a laugh out of him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, hugging you when you hug him first.
“I don’t know. Just haven’t felt so good with anyone before.”
His heart speeds up.
“I feel the same.”
“You do?”
“Yeah”, he says and giggles cutely.
It breaks you instantly and you match his drunk giggles. You and he hug and giggle, riding on the drunken waves of dizzy heads and giddy hearts.
He mewls and lifts his head by nuzzling into you first. It’s like a cat that asks for affection.
“I’ll sound like a jerk, but can we go further?”
“You don’t sound like a jerk when I want the same.”
“Really?”
You nod your head. He lets out a breathy laugh, eyes widening in emotion. You smile and cradle his cheeks, pulling him into a giddy kiss. Just one more before you and he get naked. He accepts it happily, sighing and purring as his lips dance with yours. Like always when you break the kiss, he chases you. He is lovely like this.
“It’s torture when you break the kiss”, he chuckles.
“I know”, you snicker, “it’s for a greater good.”
“Mhm fuck, I hope.”
You climb off his lap, almost face planting the floor if he didn’t hold your hips instantly.
“Are you okay?”
You laugh, nodding your head.
“Just dizzy as fuck.”
“Sit down please, I don’t want you to fall.”
“I’m okay. Look”, you get on one foot to take off your pants. You lose balance and end up jumping around the small space between the couch and the coffee table as you try to take off your pants.
Yoongi stumbles to his feet, calling your name and drunkenly wrapping his arms around you from behind.
“Don’t hurt yourself, please”, he pleads, kissing your shoulder and neck.
“I’m alright”, you sigh, taking off your pants with his support while your body feels electric. Yoongi has stronger arms than one might think at first. To have them around you as he drunkenly ravishes your neck is making you dizzy.
“You can let go of me now, I’m naked.”
“Can I feel?”
You gulp, nodding your head. Yoongi was never that bold before. You might ascend to a higher plain if he keeps being like this.
Yoongi dances the flat of his palm down the middle of your torso. He stops. He takes your earlobe between his teeth. He tugs and moves his hand quickly, connecting it with your dripping heat.
“Ah!” you moan loudly, arching your back. You throw your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself.
“It’s okay. My studio is soundproof. No one can hear us”, he whispers, voice tickling your ear as his long fingers part your folds in a slow and sensual massage.
You drop your hand, using it to grab the back of his neck instead. He melts closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. He plays with your dripping entrance, increasing the speed of your pulse.
“And you don’t have to hold back for my sake. Just let it all out, please”, he says, making you moan by burying two fingers in your aching walls. He presses the heel of his palm to your clit, applying warm pressure as he curls his fingers inside you. They are so long that he easily reaches your best spots.
“A-ah, ahm, ah…”
“Don’t hold back, please. You sound so sweet”, he purrs, curling his fingers just right. You are throbbing around him, feeling so warm and soft. He goes crazy at the sensations, aching to replace his fingers with his cock.
You mewl softly, hips trembling on his hand and fingers leaving red marks on his neck. Yoongi fingered you before and quite frankly, you still haven’t properly recovered from that first time. His hands are too sexy. Masculine, strong, big and veiny. Yet at the same time, they are so tender and careful and touch you with such gentleness. They are also very flexible and have way too much stamina to offer. Quite frankly, your legs never shook as hard as they did when he first fingered you.
“Ah, wow, oh wow, ah…”
“I love your sounds”, he drags his words, which is way too sexy, “makes me wanna record them and put them in a song.”
“Wait this is”, you croak, knees buckling.
“Too far?” He pulls out. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s just a lot to handle on my drunk legs. You’re so sexy right now.”
He chuckles. You snicker, turning in his arms. You put your hands on his chest. He touches your lower back, gazing into your eyes. There is a constant warm throbbing between your legs. And an ache only he could fill.
“You never talked like this before.”
“Blame the alcohol.”
You and he share drunk giggles and soft touches.
“Can I undress you?”
“Yes please.”
You snicker, making him snicker too. You and he sway drunkenly as you begin fumbling with his pants, not once breaking eye contact. You are trapped in a dance between little distance and more distance between your lips, but never take the last step to kiss. It’s addicting to share space and air and moans but to never give in to temptation.
Soon his pants are open and you push them down over his round butt. He steps out of them, almost face planting the floor if you weren’t holding his arms so tightly.
“It’s hard, isn’t it?”
“It is. Fuck, I’m so drunk”, he laughs and hugs your waist, swaying with you to the melody of your beating hearts.
“Me too”, you chuckle, playing with his hair.
He smiles, kisses your forehead before he rubs the tip of his nose against yours. You sigh, eyes closing from the loving affection.
“You’re really sure about this?” he asks.
“I’ve never been so sure about anything. You?”
“I’m so sure. Just don’t expect a genius performance in my state. I think my hips are gonna have a mind of their own and forget how thrusting works in the middle of it.”
You snicker, letting him taste your next words by brushing your lips against his’.
“Then let me do the moving.”
“Are you serious?” he almost whimpers the words, knees buckling.
“Mhm very.”
Yoongi moans your name, trying to kiss you at the same time. You snicker, twisting his hair, lips parted and eyes half lidded. This is keeping you alive like nothing else.
“Is that okay for me to do?”
“More than okay.”
“Then sit down”, you say and push at his chest gently.
Yoongi falls clumsily, grunting in surprise. His eyes are comically big.
“Oh! Sorry, are you okay?” You gasp. “I didn’t mean to push you that hard. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just got weak in the knees”, he assures you and laughs with you.
“God, you’re so cute.” You climb his lap, playing with his hair and stubbing his face with your nose.
“You know that I need to get a condom first?” he smiles as he talks.
“Then get it.”
“I can’t do that when you’re on top of me.”
“Right”, you say and giggle, “shit, you’re right.”
You climb off his lap again, gazing at him as he waddles to his desk. He is still wearing his briefs. His butt looks so good in them. He bends down to open the second drawer of his desk. He grabs more than a condom.
“What else did you get?”
He turns, showing off the black vibrator and lube proudly.
“Why do you have a vibrator in your studio?” you gasp.
“For when I get needy.”
“You use this stuff on yourself!?”
“Yes? Why not?” he asks, cocking his brow up in question.
“It’s just really hot. Damn. So you’re telling me that you jerked off here before?”
“Way too many times”, he confesses and chuckles.
“Hot. Wow hot. Damn.”
He grins shyly.
“Do you want me to use it on you?” you ask him.
“If you want to, but it’s for you. If you need a little more to get there. Don’t worry, I sterilize my toys after each use.”
“You’re so hot, holy fuck.”
Yoongi steps out of his briefs and opens the condom, rolling it on his cock. You gulp, salivating like crazy. You never wanted him more than you do right now.
“You’re so hot, oh my god. What the hell”, you murmur under your breath, making him chuckle. Your constant praise makes him confident so he gives his cock a few jerks just for show, purring deeply.
“Yoongi, oh my god, you’re so hot.”
“You’re hot too. Like a lot.”
“Oh my god, I wanna fuck you.”
He sits down and holds his cock straight for you.
“Please? Do?” he begs with cute puppy eyes.
“Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“Can I do something new with you?”
“I didn’t clean out my butt if you’re suggesting that.”
“What? Hot, but not what I”, you snicker and close the distance, “we have to talk about butt stuff another time, I might bust if we do that now.”
He laughs, eyes filled with fondness.
“Okay. What are you thinking then?” he asks.
“I’ll just show you, okay?”
“Yes, okay.”
You push him down onto the cushions and take his legs to bend them and push them apart.
Yoongi laughs in disbelief, head going dizzy. He looks at you in a mixture of shock, amusement and arousal.
“Too far?”
“No, it’s so sexy.”
“It is. I’ll take you like this. Just like this”, you say and change position so you can take in his cock. You sink him into you carefully, watching his face change into an expression of surprised bliss.
“Mhhhhm”, he lets out in a purr, eyes going hazy.
You move your hips, grinding and rolling them into him with his cock deep inside you. It is as if you were fucking missionary. Except that he is deep inside you and there is nothing penetrating him.
Yoongi doesn’t see a difference, having to gasp for fucking air and dimple his own legs as he holds himself open.
“Like this. What do you think of it?”
He nods his head vigorously, letting out a high-pitched whimper. He never did this before so it is making you dizzy. You chase the warmth between your legs, staring at his flushed face obsessively.
“Yes? You like it?”
“So much. Ah!” he drops his head to the side, rolling his eyes back and grabbing your waist. “so much….”
You drop to your elbows, kissing his neck needily. Your hips are sloppy in how they fuck, filling each of you with electric pleasure.
“This is insane, what the fuck”, Yoongi gets out, following it up with a moan and a scrunch of his handsome face.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, fuck yes. Ah ___ don’t stop, please”, he begs, arching his back.
“Yoongi, oh god”, you keen, clenching around him in excitement. You could get used to making him arch his back. He is so sexy when he does.
Yoongi breathes out and mewls at the same time, resulting in the sweetest sounds of pleasure you have ever heard. You get off on it so good, wanting for him to make another sound. You bury his cock in you as deep as the position allows it, writing your names with your hips. Just as you had hoped, Yoongi makes the sweetest sound, squeezing your waist.
You moan his name, falling into pleasure with him afterwards. You move needily and definitely motivated by alcohol. It is a messy fuck, passionate and confident and so incredibly good.
Yoongi is glad that he is drunk, otherwise he wouldn’t last long. Alcohol makes his cock work just a little slower than if he was sober. At first he thought it would be a problem, but he sees now that it is a blessing. You feel so good - too good - and he wants it to last longer.
“It feels good, please fuck me, please don’t stop”, he begs you, arching his back and curling his toes when your walls throb around him.
“Oh god, you’re so hot”, you mewl, fulfilling his wish with such vigour the cushions of his sofa squeak and croak. Truly, they have never witnessed such a sloppy, good fuck and the best part is that this is only the beginning.
But enough about the sweet future which awaits unknowing you. In the present, you and he have started to share heat and shaky breaths, bodies hot from the long, passionate fuck you have been doing by now. Your thighs ache, begging for a break. Your pussy is so wet that it started to drip down his shaft and plumb balls. It feels so good, constantly keeping you on edge and yet you can’t seem to fall over it. It’s driving you insane by now.
“Fuck”, you are both laughing and moaning your words, tickling his ear with them, “I’m really fucking drunk, it’s hard to get there.”
“Same, ah, but it feels….so good”, he agrees, head dizzy to the point he has to grab the edge of the sofa for support. You have him on cloud nine, high, feeling out of this world.
“It does, you do. Just need more.”
Yoongi flails with his hand on the cushion, trying to find the vibrator. You hand it to him, just as you help him push the button to turn it on. The rest he can do by himself. He guides it between your bodies, connecting it with your lower stomach first.
“Lower, baby, that’s my stomach”, you giggle, claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.
“Sorry”, Yoongi purrs, obeying your orders with such precision you growl and feed him your tongue.
He welcomes it gladly, drooling all over your lips which in this moment is so goddamn sexy and endearing to you. To think you ruin him to the point of sloppy kisses being his norm. You are going to be so fucking obsessed with this man, showing him your growing fondness with deep rolls of your hips.
He can feel the vibrations too, grabbing your upper back as his cock finally begins to work again. This is going to break him and he fears he might pass out from it. He digs his heels into the cushion, meeting your movements needily and without a plan. The only thing his body runs on is how he feels beneath you and the warmth of your tight walls around his cock.
Your body trembles, unoccupied hand burying itself deep in his luscious locks. The kiss breaks but you stay close, panting and moaning into each other’s mouths.
“This is getting me there”, you whimper.
“Me too”, he croaks.
“Yoongi, I…I love you”, you confess, finally falling over the sweet edge. It feels so good, so intense and soul-consuming that you find yourself sobbing and shaking.
Yoongi breaks the second you dropped the big L word, deep voice coming out as little gasps of your name and fingers grasping you for dear life. He didn’t even think that he could orgasm that intensely, but your emotional confession makes it possible. He feels on cloud nine, curling his toes and arching his back.
You collapse on him after your high, dropping the vibrator on the floor accidentally.
“What was that?” he mumbles into your shoulder, cock still throbbing inside you and ears ringing.
“Toy”, you lull, walls pulsating in the afterglow.
“Ah.”
He wraps his arms around you, wiggling his hips a little to ensure his cock would slip out of you. He doesn’t want to risk it softening and the condom slipping off. Cuddling like this, you recover, sharing silence and warmth. You are both so drunk, heads turning even as you lie down. It is almost as if being so connected and sharing such a passionate moment made it worse. You don’t mind it however, you have each other’s presence and that feels very safe to have.
“So this just happened”, Yoongi breaks the silence.
“I know”, you say and break into giddy snickers instantly. Yoongi joins you without hesitation, sharing in the warm fuzzy happiness you and he get to experience together.
“I can’t believe I did that. We did that.”
“It was so hot.”
“It was.”
He hums, rubbing his hands up and down your back. You settle into him with a content sigh, playing with his messy hair.
“The studio is really soundproof, right?”
“It is. Trust me I was louder on my own. Nobody heard me.”
“You are so hot, it’s insane.”
He chuckles lazily, craning his neck to kiss whatever part of your head he reaches first. You purr happily, chasing his kiss by tilting your head closer to him. Another kiss is placed to your heated face, you retort it as best as possible.
“Soo, uhm”, he begins, eyes sparkly and droopy, “you dropped the L word.”
“Oh god, too soon? I’m sorry, please can we just forget-“
“Hush, don’t worry. I’m glad you did. I love you too, just didn’t wanna say it first and scare you away.”
You lift your head. Yoongi meets your eyes.
“You feel the same?”
“I do. I have done so for a while”, he says, smiling softly and reaching up to brush the back of his hand down your face.
“Wow Yoongi, I’m so happy”, you confess, claiming his lips in a giggly kiss.
And of course, because Yoongi is drunk and happy and giddy, he giggles with you. What you and he are having might still be new, but it is right and it is good and it will last. You are both so sure of it.
