Stay still
word count: 5k
summary: A stresssful workday comes to an end and all you do is long for your husband Min Yoongi. What starts with comforting little touches, ends in a night full of claiming and worshipping.
warnings: dom/husband/min yoongi x sub/wife/ f ! reader established relationship some fluff aftercare longing smut dry humping double penetration multiple orgasms squirting praising fingering breast play oral cunnilingus blowjob masturbation creampie use of a dildo light bdsm elements degradation spanking slapping dirty talk unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!) protected anal sex -> minors do not interact
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Your mind has been wandering places all day and its slowly driving you insane – the images, the tingling feeling in your body that you've shoved down because you had work to do. It was a hassle typing out emails and answering calls when your mind kept telling you other things – things that sounded so much better.
After you ended the last call you shut your laptop and get up from the chair you've been plastered to for hours. Your muscles crack as you stretch. Your husband was just down the hall in his studio – working, producing like always. You dont usually disturb him when he's working but you also know he'd hate to know what state you were in without him there.
So you creep down the hallway to his studio. You open the door and close it behind you with a soft click. His eyes immidiately snap to you. "Hey, darling, what's up?" His gravelly, deep voice seeps right into your bones.
Your feet carry you to where he's sitting without your control. Standing between his legs, his hands come up to your hips and your body buzzes with fire.
His eyes travel up to your face. "I missed you" Your voice comes out almost strained, quiet, too quiet for him to not notice.
"C'mere, baby." It's not a suggestion, its a command. Without further hesitation you climb onto his lap - facing him - straddling him. His hands don't waste no time finding your butt as he pulls you against him.
"Finished work?" He grumbles against the skin of your neck.
"Yeah, you didn't though, did you? I don't want to distract you." You can feel his smirk against your skin as he speaks up again.
"I want you to come to me when you miss me, baby, you know that. I always have time for you." Hearing those words, your body relaxes against him. He always takes all your worries right off your mind. But your body? It sings another song.
Sitting on his lap like that and his cologne invading your senses, that alone makes you bite back a moan. You unconciously shift your hips, your body searching for friction.
"Need something, hm? you're all squirmy on me, baby. Talk to me." Your breath hitches against his neck but you've had enough of holding back all day long.
"Need you, please.." He hums under his breath, his hand on your butt squeezing a little, a slight encouraging move.
"Mmh, move your hips for me, love." He always knows exactly what you need, without you saying much or anything at all. Your hips roll forward - rocking, grinding. His hips stay still under you, letting you take control, his hand gently guiding your movements.
"There you go, keep going, baby. Get yourself worked up." His voice is low, gentle, guiding. No pressure - no pushing. A moan slips from your lips as your self control crumbles. He groans against the skin of your collarbone as he kisses along it.
"Tell me more, love. let me hear you" Your movements get sloppier, faster, urgent as soft gasps for air hit his ears. "Almost there, sweetheart. Almost there." He assures. His other hand that was just on your lower back, slides between both of your bodies, pressing it against you to give you more friction.
"I-I'm.. baby.." Is all you can get out. You can feel the pressure building low in your stomach.
"I know, my love. rock against my fingers." And you do, your hips grind against his fingers which press right against your clit and the wave of your orgasm washes you over - hard and steady.
Your hands wrap around his neck, face buried in his neck as your hips buck. "Atta girl, so good for me. so good." He praises lowly. When he feels your body starting to relax his hand comes up to tangle in your hair. "Look at me, baby. You want more or was that enough?"
He's always been so considerative. Always asking before doing anything. Never pushing you past your limits. "More." Is all you mutter and his lips quirk into a half smile half smirk as he presses them against yours.
"There's my needy girl."
"yoongi?" you mutter as he lifts you both up, making sure you're secure against him.
"yeah, sweet girl?" he cooed back, his hands steady around the back of your thighs as he carried you upstairs. "I couldn't focus well today." You speak against the skin of his neck, its mumbled but he still understands. He can always make out your mumbled words.
"Mhm? Why's that, my love?" He replies. His voice is always so thick and deep but when he speaks to you like that, theres a softness behind it that no one usually gets to hear.
You sigh "I was thinking about you all day and I was frustrated. It was distracting me." He sets you back down to your feet gently, making you stand in front of him.
"I know, sweetheart. Im proud of you for finishing your work. You did so good." His words soothe you, make you feel seen and heard, not ignored like your feelings don't matter. Thats something you never felt with him. "You ready to undress, love? Still wanna keep going?"
You bite your lip unconciously at his careful words. Something that always makes him smile. You comply, not wasting time getting your clothes off.
"slow down, baby. No rush. Let me see you properly." He reminds you that you have time. That there's no rush. He knows you tend to forget that sometimes.
"sorry. I just‐ My clothes are really bothering me. I dont like the way they feel on me." His expression immidiately softens even more. Thats a feeling he knows too well himself.
"Then let me get you out of them. Let me do it." He can sense you're stressed from the workday you had and all the running thoughts that have been tormenting you all day. Moving behind you, he unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor by your feet. He hears the sigh of comfort you let out as it comes off.
You feel soft lips on your shoulder, pressing featherlight kisses to the sensitive, warm skin there. His hands move down to your shorts, pushing them down enough for them to pool by your feet. "lay down on the bed for me." He commands gently, his breath hitting your neck.
You walk over and get onto the bed, sprawling out across it. Yoongi stands in front of the bed, eyes scanning your face, your features and then down your body. He closes his eyes briefly, letting out a shaky breath. "so fucking pretty."
He follows you down onto the bed, gripping your knees and pulling them apart. Between your legs, he lowers himself and presses his mouth against your cunt through your panties. He groans against you as he inhales, sending vibrations through your whole body thats already sensitive from the orgasm he just gave you.
It makes your toes curl a little. "baby-.." You gasp out, but he can hear the worry prominent in your voice.
"mm no.. I don't care if you've showered yet or not and I don't care if you're unshaved. Stop thinking, sweetheart." You let your head fall back, trying to force the thoughts crowding your brain down. "I need you on my tongue."
He looks up at you from between your legs, his mouth pressed against your core. His eyes are desperate. You nod, seeing the look on his face. Like a man that hasn't eaten in years. Just like that, he hooks his fingers that just barely graze your hipbones, into your panties and guides them down your legs.
As his eyes catch onto your pussy, glistening, slick and messy from your past orgasm he cant help the moan that falls from his lips.Your legs are parted by his hands even further, as if he's trying to get a better look at you. "fuckin hell. Such a messy pussy." He grumbles. "Play with your tits, baby."
His words have you clutching the sheets before you reluctantly let go to palm your breasts, brushing your thumb over your hardened nipple. The shuddered breath that leaves your lips draws his attention to your face.
"like that, love. Play with your pretty tits." He lowers himself between your legs again, knowing he put your attention on your breasts, and how good it feels to play with them instead of the worries clouding your brain.
He doesn't care about any of these things. He only snaps you out of it once he licks a stripe up your weeping cunt, parting you with his tongue.
His eyes roll at the heady taste of you. He's met with a buck of your hips against his mouth. "I could drown in you, fuck." He whsipers, more to himself than to you. He's done waiting, done teasing, he needs you flooding his mouth, now.
Not wasting any more time, his tongue comes in contact with your hot, sensitive flesh between your legs, his mouth latching onto your clit. "Ah! Baby.." His hoodes eyes flick up to your face while his tongue circles your overly sensitive bud. "Please.. Agh.. fuck- need more." You moan urgently and he's more than happy to comply.
His middle and ring finger find their way inside you, curling them upwards, dragging them against your walls right where your g-spot is located.
"Yoongi.. Oh.." There's no denying the way your arousal slowly slicks his hand as he pumps his fingers. Your hand flies out, grabbing after his hair to anchor him to you. He groans against your clit which sends vibrations through your whole body like an electric shock. "Baby baby.. Please.. Oh god.. I'm coming."
Your cries only seem to spur him on. They sound like music to him and he can feel his boxers getting damp with pre-cum. Your pussy tightens and spasms around his digits as your clit pulses against the tip of his tongue. He slows down his licks, guiding you back down from your high.
Once your body sags, he carefully pulls his sticky fingers from you and brings them to his alreadx glistening lips. He sucks them into his mouth, a groan rumbling in his chest. "So fucking good, baby. You alright?" He checks in, seeing your dazed state.
"Yeah.." you hum as you catch your breath which was still ragged and uneven. His dark eyes go soft as they watch your chest heave with breaths and the way your cheeks are pink and glowing. Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours, soft, gentle, reassuring.
You taste yourself on them but you don't care. Slowly as ever, your lips part for him and your hand finds its way back into his hair, pulling him into you. "Fuck me now?" You whisper, nibbling on his lower lip the way you know drives him nuts. Your voice is teasing but full of love and trust, wanting to feel connected to the person you gave your vows to.
"Mhm. Yeah, baby. Gonna fuck you now." He lazily grunts. His hot breath warming the skin of your jaw.
Your eyes are glassy and wide as you gape at him sitting between your legs. His chin is still slick and sticky with your release but he makes no move to wipe it off.
"Baby?" you murmur. His voice comes out rough, doing nothing to hide the desire coursing through his system.
"Touch yourself." You blink at him, stunned for just a second before your hand travels right between your arousal slickened legs to find your swollen, pulsing clit, which is begging for attention. "Play with yourself, babygirl." He grumbles, palming the outline of his cock through his slacks.
The sight makes your mouth part on a desperate mewl. He watches your cunt flutter around nothing, yearning to be filled. "Jesus, fuck, baby. Such a slutty pussy. You wanna be filled?" He sounds so lewd, it makes you moan something unintelligible. He quirks a brow at you. "Again. Speak clearly." He's losing control. "I asked if you want your little cunt filled."
You swallow, heart thundering in your chest. "Yes.." You unhesitatingly breathe out, but his hand rips away yours and comes down on your pussy in a slap.
"Try again. Full sentence or I'll keep slapping your cunt until its red and puffy." A squel rips from youur throat, trying not to shut your legs from the impact.
"I want you to fill my pussy.. Please?" That seems to satisfy him enough to hum.
"that's how I like you, listening to me like a good little whore." He rasps out. "That's what you are, aren't you? My needy little slut." You nod but quickly mend yourself and whimper
"Yes.. I'm your needy little slut.. Please baby.." Your core clenches around nothing, releasing thick strings of arousal that drip out of you and down to your ass to settle onto the sheets beneath you.
"Fucking messy." He growls while the rough movements of his belt coming undone hit your ears. The second he pulls his angry, leaking cock out, your eyes zone in on it and an uncontrolled little sound falls from your lips.
"Did you just moan for my cock, baby?" You swallow your pride and nod - hurriedly. Apparently that's all he needs to see because his rough hands grab your hips and flip you over onto your stomach, shoving you forward to the edge of the bed, knocking the air from your lungs.
"What's your safe word, sweetheart?" You lift your head from the mattress to murmur the word "lavender".
He hums approvingly "remember it." before he yanks your hips up into the air, kicking your legs apart, leaning over you to push your head into the mattress. "head down, eyes forward on the mirrow. You don't look away unless I say so. Tell me you hear me." He urges, delivering a soft slap to your ass.
"I hear you.." You trail off before adding "Sir." and he grinds forward, rubbing his cock against your clit.
"Such a good girl for me." His cockhead slides over your portruding clit over and over again until you're squirming and grinding your ass back at him. "beg me to stuff you full" He keens.
"Fuck me, please.. baby.." correcting yourself, you change your wording carefully. "Sir.. please.. I want you.. fuck me pleasee." Meanwhile he ruts himself against you with every word of yours until the last one, waiting for you to get done begging him before he thrusts in. One deep, hard thrust, filling you to the brim. You yelp, crying out into the mattress.
"Such a crybaby, huh? Does it hurt?" Your little moan and nod have him smirking and you catch it in the mirror in front of you. "Hurts so good being split, yeah? Tell me how much you love it." He doesn't move his hips. not until you speak.
"I love being split open, sir." His resolve crumbles and he pulls his hips backbefore rutting back in, making your body thrash forward, your face getting buried in the mattress from the force of his movements.
"My good, good, little slut. Keep singing for me" He urges, palming your ass with his hand. "Your ass is calling for me, baby. You're clenching. So needy to be filled up in every hole you can get it, aren't you?"
You can't form a response or a cohorrent thought with the way he's fucking into you, using you like his own fleshlight.
"I'm gonna make sure you get every hole stuffed tonight." Your eyes roll back, your orgasm gradually building deep in your stomach. "Can't even speak, can you? I'm fucking you stupid."
You cry out something inaudible and he cooes "Yeah Iam. I know, baby. You're gripping my dick so tight. You want to cum?" He rasps in that deep, rich voice of his that makes a new wave of fluids leak from you.
"Please.. gonna cum." Is all you can get out.
"Hold your breath and clench, sweet girl." You're not sure what he's trying to achieve with that, but you trust him anyway, following his commands. You hold your breath and tighten your muscles, feeling your orgasm settle even deeper with each drag of his hips.
"Breathe" You gasp in breaths and his cock pushes against your g-spot in slow languid strokes.
"baby baby aby.. ah! Gonna cum.. gonna cuuum.." You whine as the knot in your belly explodes and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself release a puddle of fluids that drip down your thighs and down his balls, wetting his lower abdomen.
"Yeah, fuck. That's it, baby.. so messy." His hips snap up once more as he buries himself balls deep, spilling inside you.
"Goddamnit, love." His back presses against yours, kissing along your spine. "Talk to me baby. Are you okay?" And just like that, his voice is soft and soothing.
"Okay..okay I'm okay." You mumble, your knees threatning to give out. "Need to use your safe word?" He pulls your face up by cupping your chin. You shake your head.
"Wanna taste you." He drops his face into the crook of your neck with a groan.
"irresistible thing."
He lays back, propping his head up on the pillows and you crawl towards him, eyes zeroed in on his still glistening and somehow still hard cock.
You lean over him, lowering your head to lick his tip and it twitches, once, hard. A groan vibrates im his chest, tangling his hand in your hair.
"Look at me. You look at me when you take my cock down your throat." You hum, eyes immidiately finding their way to yours. They´re no less dark or hooded. Your tongue darts out again, licking like its a sweet treat. "look at you licking your own mess off my dick. You like that?"
You nod, not because you´re performing, but because you love your own taste on him.
"Put it in your mouth, baby. Show me how much you can take without choking." Your kiss swollen lips finally wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it, not just to taste his precum but to tease him. You always push his buttons, acting like the brat you are.. all because you love when he puts you in your place.
He yanks your head up by your hair, making sure it stings. His hand comes down on your cheek in a light slap, just enough to assert dominance. "You fucking tease. Act like the cocksucking slut you are. Do it properly unless you want me to force you on your knees and fuck your mouth til you cry all pretty for me."
His thumb roughly brushes over your slick bottom lip. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You nod. Once but firm. "Yeah my stupid baby would let me ram my cock down her throat until it stretches for me."
You can't stop looking at him, lips parted, saliva gathering in your mouth as you hover above his leaking tip.
"Drooling like a little puppy seeing it's favorite treat." His calloused thumb hooks into your mouth, making you drool right onto his cock. "There you go. Look at you, Make it nice and wet, baby." He can't hold back his own gutteral groan when your spit coats him, warm and slick.
"Suck."
The way he said it, quick and strict. A command, not a suggestion. You obey. Not only because he said so, but because you want him in your mouth so bad, your pussy is weeping all over again just from the heady and salty taste of him.
Your lips wrap around him and you glide down inch by inch until you gag when it hits your uvula. He hisses through his teeth, holding it together to not snap his hips up and drive himself all the way down your throat.
You breathe once and deep before you suck him into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowing, head bobbing up and down.
Your hips unconciously grind against the sheets of the bed and you moan right against him, sending vibrations rippling through his whole body.
"Fuck, baby. Keep rubbing your pussy like that. Make the sheets nice and wet." His words come tumbling from his lips while watching his spit slicked dick disappear in your mouth over and over again.
Saliva dribbles down the sides of your mouth. Yoongi groans so deeply and raucously that it almost sounds as if it were being torn from his chest. "Goddamn fuck!"
He yanks your head up by the hair - so abruptly that an obscene 'plop' sound rings out as your lips break away from him.
"Stick your fucking tongue out." Your mouth opens, tongue sticking out and he strokes himself once, twice.. and his cum spurts out onto your tongue, your face, chin and onto his own stomach.
The moan that tears from his throat comes out guttural and heavy as he emtpies himself onto your tongue.
"Swallow."
Your throat works as you swallow his semen - right where it belongs. Inside you.
"Such a sweet girl." He praises. Thumb wiping across your face to collect the rest of his cum and smear it right across your lips.
"Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous when you let me mark you." A shaky breath falls from your abused lips. "still good? Want to keep going? Youre all wet again, aren't you?"
Your hips grind against the sheets at his words almost as if they reminded you of the ache between your legs.
"Yeah, baby. I know. Lay down for me and I'll talk you through the next steps."
You move up the the bed once more, scooting up against the pillows, and he follows right after.
Lips connecting to soft sweaty skin. They trail up your body and finally stop at your lips. "I wanna fuck your ass baby. Can I do that?"
You're never shy with him, not after all these years. There's nothing he hasn't seen of you.
"Please." You urge.
"Please fuck your ass?" He brushes a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead.
"Yes.. please I want you."
He was so deeply in love with you it sometimes actually hurt to see how beautifully undone you looked beneath him in moments like those.
"Mmm.." He murmurs, pleased with how well you listened to him.
Eyes studying your facial expression while his hand cups your pussy, fingers brushing through your glistening folds. "So ready again, baby."
He leans over you, reaching into thr drawer of the nightstand. Pulling out three items: Lube, a condom and the translucent dildo he loved using on you.
"Stay nice and relaxed sweetheart." He gets up, dildo in hand and disappears in the bathroom.
You hear water running for a good 15 seconds. You know he's washing the toy. No matter how heated a moment between you is, he will always put your safety first, keeping everything nice and clean.
You adjust a little on the bed, bringing the glass of water from the nightstand to your lips.
Yoongis eyes soften a fraction when he spots you on the bed, glass at your lips, completely bare and trusting. "Drink up, smart girl."
He praised you for things most other people wouldn't even notice or acknowledge.
He doesn't rush you, instead lets you set the pace. You place the glass back and lay back down. The moment your thighs so much as lighty brush against eachother, you whimper - overcome by the intense desire to be touched again.
"Shh shh.. I'll make it better, baby. Lay on your stomach for me."
You roll over and lay flat on your belly. He does the rest: Grabbing your hips and pulling them halfway up as to not strain your knees.
"Stay just like that." The sound of the foil wrapper tearing reaches your ears as he takes out the condom and rolls it on neatly and expertly.
"So pretty and still for me. You're so wet, babygirl."
You let out a needy sound into the pillows, but he catches it - along with the way your cunt clenches around nothing.
"Oh my poor baby wants to be filled up again."
You feel something cold and hard slide between your folds and tease your clitoris; your hips thrust right against it with a whimpering moan.
It nudges against your already used opening which is still messy and trickling with cum. He pushes the toy inside you; the coolness of the silicone makes your pussy contract.
Yoongi feels the resistance and murmurs teasingly "You can do better than that. Show me how well you can take it."
Your teeth sink into the pillow as you lower your hips, letting the dildo slide inside you.
"Fucking hell, that's it." His cock twitches again at the mere sight of you lowering yourself onto the dildo and watching the way your pussy stretches around it.
The sound of your moan, loud, whiny, goes straight to his head.
"That good, yeah? Such a full little pussy."
You've barely managed to get used to the sensation of the silicone toy inside you when your attention is suddenly diverted - the moment a cold, slippery liquid trickles down the crack of your buttocks and over the tight ring of muscles.
Your hips jerk from the tingle of it. "So fucking impatient. Stay still, keep that dildo inside." He mutters, barely restrained,because if there's anything that makes him bust just from thinking about it, it's you fucking a little toy while he watches.
You can't see anything with your face buried in the pillow, which smells like him. Dark, heavy sandalwood.
"Fuck me.. please.. fuck me" His hands grip at your hips as he aligns himself.
"Be careful what you wish for, princess." His tip presses against you and he nudges his head inside - his body freezes in tandem with yours.
"Youre strangling my dick, baby. Fuck.. you feel so good." His voice sounds rough, broken by ragged breaths and turns into a moan as you you push your hips back against him and try to get him deeper inside you despite the burn from the stretch.
"Lower yourself on me, come on." Slowly so slowly you push back more and more. He can only see one thing now - unaable to tear his gaze away as your rim stretches and takes him in so beautifully that he chokes on his own saliva.
"Could cum just from watching you take my cock up your tight little ass."
Once he feels your muscles give way, he bottoms out with a slow movement of his hips, until his pelvis is snug against your ass. A cry escapes your throat, and the dildo - buried deep inside pussy - slides out as your muscles contract.
"Oh no, sweetheart. You can take it. My own little fucktoy.. taking it up both holes at the same time." As he mutters those vulgar words, he shoves the dildo right back inside where it was in one go.
No sweetness now.
You're an absolute mess, whining into the pillow, pussy leaking with both his release, yours and new arousal.
Lube dripping down between your ass where he's buried to the hilt. He moves you just how he wants, pulling you along with him as he sits on his tucked knees.
"Fuck yourself on me. Go ahead, babygirl."
The moment that sentence leaves his lips, you're moving, up and down with your hips, fucking yourself on the dildo in your cunt and on his cock up your asshole.
And oh it's incredible, too good. Too fucking good.
You're so full from the front and back and you can feel your orgasm building rapidly.
"Good girl. Such a good girl. Doing so good. You feel so fucking amazing around me. So beautiful taking it up your ass."
The more your orgasm builds, the louder your moans get until they morph into screams.
Yoongis hand clamps over your mouth. His sweat slicked chest pressed against your back as he keeps you steady.
"Waking all the neighbors with your pretty screams, baby." He growls, nipping at the side of your neck. "Make yourself cum, come on, I wanna feel your fucking ass milk me dry."
Your lips are parted against his palm, movements getting sloppy and frantic as you chase your orgasm. One more bounce, two more.. and you shatter.
Right there in his arms.
Crying out into his palm, face twisting with pleasure so hard you see stars behind your vision.
The wave that crashes over you is so intense, you dont know how to handle it.
Pussy milking the dildo, asshole gripping his dick so tight he whimpers behind you.
"Oh baby.. fuck!" His hips buck up one last time before stilling, spilling into the condom.
Even though his orgasm is so strong his vision blurs, his focus snaps right back to you when he feels tears trail over his hand on your mouth.
He wastes no time wrapping both his arms around you. "I got you, princess. I got you. I love you so much."
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Just like that - the night ends after multiple blinding orgasms, connection so deep no one could ever reach the parts inside you he touches, both mentally and physically.
He wipes your tears he always calls beautiful, moves, touches and maneuvers you like you're made of glass.
Showers you with affection and words meant to comfort you - to let you and your body know you're right where you belong, until you fall asleep on his chest from exhaustion and satisfaction.
But even then, he doesn't stop kissing and caressing you until sleep pulls him under too.
If there's one thing both of you would immidately agree on, is marrying eachother all over again.