Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
(Get undressed, t-taste the flesh)
Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh
(Pass the test, t-taste the flesh)
Hold me up against the wall
Give it ‘til I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it raw
Like it raw, raw, raw (Flesh by Simon Curtis)
A/N: Whelp I finished this drabble as well, please send in some more!
Based on this ask from my Drabble NSFW Asks: anonymous said: nsfw drabble:e ,11 ,23 dom Yoongi or Hoseok
E: Any semi-public setting
11: “Beg for my cock.”
23: “Keep teasing; I’ll bend you over right here.”
Pairing: Dom!Min Yoongi X Reader
Genre: Drabble
Word Count: 2281 (Not really a drabble anymore huh?)
Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT
Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
(Get undressed, t-taste the flesh)
Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh
(Pass the test, t-taste the flesh)
Hold me up against the wall
Give it ‘til I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it raw
Like it raw, raw, raw (Flesh by Simon Curtis)
The thumping of the bass was loud in my ears, the heated atmosphere around me adding to the energy that crackled from every person that danced in the throng of bodies. Flashes of light barely illuminated faces in passing, and the colors throbbed in time with the music. The club was at its peak for the night, the two a.m. crowd filtering in and multiplying the levels of heat by insurmountable numbers.
I swayed my hips in time with the beat, grinning at my dance partner, Min Yoongi, as I teased him with subtle yet powerful hip rocks that had him groaning in my ear. My boyfriend had decided that a club would be his favorite spot for his birthday party, and I was determined to prove to him that he had made a mistake in thinking that I would be good.
Grinding my hips against the front of him, I found the fruit of my labor, he was hard, and a laughed, throwing my head back as I pressed just a bit harder into him. Yoongi growled into my ear, teeth biting down onto my earlobe and tugging, a warning. I ignored it and slipped onto his cocked thigh, the skirt of my tight dress riding up and showing my thong to any who could see, but I didn’t care one bit.
The beat dropped and I followed with it, grinding my pussy against his leather-clad thigh, moaning and dropping my head to his shoulder, teeth sinking into the flesh of Yoongi’s neck, tongue laving over the vein that beat so strongly there. Yoongi’s breath hitched as he bit back a moan, strong hands gripping my hips tightly as he guided my rolling hips. I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs, leaving a sticky layer on his pants, a slight pinching sensation ground against my clit with every glide.
“Keep teasing; I’ll bend you over right here.” Yoongi growled, tongue tracing the shell of my ear and causing a shiver to course through me.
“Mmmm, but where’s the fun in that, Daddy?” I purred, his face coming into focus as he stared at me, mouth agape. I had never been this daring, preferring to follow the obedient, submissive role, however, tonight, I just wanted to have some fun and see just how far I could push Yoongi.
Continuing to grind myself against my slack-jawed boyfriend, I glanced around subtly, noticing that many other couples were doing much the same as we were, and none were sparing a glance in our direction; perfect. I snaked one of my hands down Yoongi’s chest, fingers running along his abs and feeling them clench in anticipation. Reaching the waistband of his pants, I slipped my hand into the warmth there, seeking out his hard length and giving it a squeeze.
Yoongi grunted and thrusted into my touch, teeth nipping at my collarbone in a warning. I squeezed again and shifted a little to rub my thumb along the slit at the head of his shaft. I felt more than heard the wanton moan that left him, and dug my fingernail into his slit, the slice of pain causing his entire body to jerk and a sharp pain at my collarbone to surface.
I pulled my hand from Yoongi’s pants and stuck my thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it playfully while locking eyes with my panting, aroused boyfriend. The song ended, and I giggled and winked, turning around and heading for our table. Yoongi lunged and grabbed me, pulling my back into his chest and growling, “And where the fuck, do you think, you are going, huh?”
“Just to get a drink, why?” I was purposefully being rude to him, body already primed and ready for whatever he would give me. Yoongi was normally a soft, gentle lover, always using whispered words of love and ensuring I was comfortable with any and everything. I had heard some of the boys talking about how Yoongi was in past relationships, and how they could hear everything. It was a joke to them, that Yoongi was so gentle, while they knew he loved me and had only seen those girls as past flings, they wanted to know what would happen if he truly lost himself with me.
I had decided to test that, and tonight, on his 27th birthday celebration. I wore the skimpiest, tiniest dress I had -a little strapless, black number that I had paired with some dark red heels- and teased him from the moment we left the apartment. So far, everything was going perfectly.
“I want to know why you’re being a brat baby girl.” The pet name sent a thrill through me and I shuddered, turning in his grip and wrapping my arms around his neck, my heels giving me that little bit of height to be almost eye-level with him.
“Maybe I want to be fucked.” I watched as his jaw clenched, his eyes darkening before he started pulling me to the bathrooms. “Yoongi, where-”
“You said you wanted to be fucked baby girl, I’m only obliging.”
My eyes widened at the insinuation in his words, “Wait, no I meant at home Yoongi!” I hissed, keeping my voice low as we were not the only ones in the hallway.
“You should have thought of that before you decided to be a bitch.”
Yoongi roughly shoved me into the men’s bathroom, my small protests dying down at the look on his face. Another man was using the urinal in the corner and Yoongi barked at the man to get out, waiting for him to scramble to finish and fly out of the door, locking the door behind him. I backed up against the wall, putting my arms up to placate the stony Yoongi I was faced with, though that seemed to only anger him further.
“Panties off, now.” His tone of voice brooked no argument, and I slid my thong down my legs, the black lace gleaming with my arousal. “Look at you, so wet and only wearing this flimsy piece of cloth? Wanted everyone to see your pretty pussy baby girl?” I clamped my thighs together at his words, nodding at him and dropping my gaze to the ground. I hadn’t thought this far ahead, and I was unsure of what to do. “Nothing to say now? What happened to that bratty mouth of yours?”
I stayed silent, shaking my head, and glancing up at Yoongi, looking for any sign of softness; there was none. “I asked you a question baby girl.” His voice was deathly quiet and that’s when I knew I was in trouble, my eyes widened and I immediately started towards him, my thong clenched in my fist. “Don’t fucking move.” I froze and watched as he stepped forward, his presence crowding me back against the wall until with every breath, my breasts rubbed against his chest. “Answer me.”
Yoongi tsked, “That’s not what you called me earlier.”
“Good girl.” He pressed his thumb into the dip of my collarbone and let it travel down my arm to the hand that was holding my ruined panties. He opened my fingers and took the black scrap of fabric and pocketed it after pressing it to his face and taking a sniff. I whined at him and clenched my thighs further, thoroughly aroused and leaking down my thighs again.
Yoongi grinned at me, a knowing look in his eye as he watching my thighs rub against each other. "Having a problem there baby girl?“ He kept one hand in his pocket as he reached the other around to grope my ass, landing a slap or two and keeping that knowing look on his face as he listened to the sounds I made.
"You’re going to listen to me and listen good, you will not speak unless I tell you to, and you will make no sounds or you will be punished, understood?” I nodded mutely at him and he chuckled, “When I ask a question, a verbal answer is required.”
“Yes, daddy.” I bit my lip and awaited further instructions, my entire body trembling with want for the man before me. I was finally getting what I wanted, a taste of Min Yoongi as a true dominant, one I had only ever read about considering I was a virgin when I met him. I was going to experience what the other boys were talking about, and I was excited.
Yoongi slid a finger along the edge of my dress, pulling it slightly down and eyeing the creamy flesh of my breasts as it was revealed to him, he dropped his head and his lips met my skin, marking me with purple galaxies that I knew would last for days. He finally pulled my dress the rest of the way over the mounds of my breasts, and let it pool to the ground, hands coming up to cradle them gently and thumbs caressing my rosy buds with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting.
“Do you want this?” His voice was firm, gaze still fixed to my chest, eyes blazing with lust and jaw clenching as he held himself back.
“Don’t hold back.” I breathed, my head falling back against the concrete of the wall as I gave into the sparks of sensation that started at my chest and ended in my core. My eyes slipped shut as I felt wet, warmth wrapping around one peaked bud, his tongue rolling it and making me keen. His other hand tweaked the neglected peak and kept me on my toes, alternating between hard and soft touches.
“Yoongi….” My voice was breathless and I couldn’t help the soft sigh that accompanied my call of his name.
Yoongi hummed and pulled away from my breast, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look him in the eye, “What did I say about speaking baby?”
I looked him in the eye and pushed my hips forward to grind against him, arching my hips to catch my clit on the head of his length in his pants. "I wouldn’t have to say anything if you’d hurry up.“
The growl that erupted from Yoongi had me gasping, as he immediately flipped me around and pressed me into the wall, concrete scraping against my cheek as he pressed himself against my back. "I was going to go slowly for your first time but you’ve run your mouth.”
I could feel how hard he was, he was practically coming out of his pants, the warmth emanating from his body warming my back. My feet were unsteady, as Yoongi hadn’t allowed me to remove my heels, and I trembled in anticipation of what he was going to do to me. Without a word, he had my hands clasped behind me and I could hear him pushing his pants down, the leather whispering as it cleared his hips and thighs.
Yoongi pushed my legs further apart, and pressed his head against my entrance, teasing me and running himself through my wetness, pushing in only slightly before pulling away and making me whine, his earlier warnings going unheeded. "Beg for my cock,“ He growled, his voice full of restraint.
"Please Yoongi, give me your cock.” I was rewarded with him shoving himself into me, the burn of the stretch felt so good, as he hadn’t prepared me beforehand, and I keened into the wall. He set a brutal pace, not giving me time to adjust, and taking his own pleasure from my body. With every thrust, he was hitting my sweet spot, his head driving into it like a jackhammer and making my body explode with pleasure.
Yoongi fucked me through my orgasm, making me whine in oversensitivity as he used me to reach his own end. I was quickly approaching another orgasm when Yoongi slapped my ass, his other hand gripping my hip so hard I knew I would bruise. "Don’t you dare cum again.“ I bucked back against him and held myself off from orgasming, trying to appease him. His thumb found my clit and pressed against it, making me jolt as he made it harder for me to obey him.
With one last grunt, Yoongi groaned and emptied himself deep inside of me, thrusting with every pump of cum that he released. Pulling himself out, he put his hand against me, "Don’t you let any of it out baby girl. I want you walking out there in front of the guys full of me.” I swallowed hard but obliged, clenching around the slick cum inside of me.
He pulled his pants up and settled himself before turning me around, catching me as my knees buckled slightly. Bending down, Yoongi grabbed my dress and slipped it up my body and into place. "When we get home, you’re going to suck my cock to help me decide if you get to cum.“ His tone was lower, eyes still dark with arousal, and a quick glance down had me gasping as I realized he was still hard.
Yoongi’s eyes softened, however, as he saw something on my cheek. With his thumb, he grazed a scrape I hadn’t felt and sighed, "I was too rough.”
“No!” I practically yelled at him, “I wanted it.”
He smiled and gave me a dark look, “Then expect more of it, because you called out the beast.”
“I love you Yoongi.” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him gently.
“Love you too baby girl.” The pet name made me clench harder and a glob of white slid down my leg, Yoongi’s eyes trailing after it.
