Pairing: Patient!yoongi × doctor!y/n
Warnings: cussing, medical description, inappropriate and groping, oral (gem receiving) clit biting, spanking, choking, criminal yoongi.
A/n: I wrote this fic weeks ago idk what took me so long to post buttt here you go : ) like and comment <: ily fam <3
He knew it, he knew that you were he knew for him. His desire for you was ever-growing. The subtle ways you twisted your hand around the knob while entering the room, slight flip of your hair, gentle shake of your head and every little thing you did fueled his need for you.
Days began bleeding into months, and you still feared him, his timid kitten as he liked to think of you. "Check his pulse Dr Y/n."
You had to do it. "Uhm... right I'll do it once I'm done recording his vitals."
Working in a hospital was hard as it was but working in a psychiatric ward was next-level hard shit. You joined Maple Hospital 3 months ago, as an intern after graduating from your university with a decent score.
Only the millionaires could afford such kind of treatment and care. Maple was a top-class listed hospital with extravagant facilities. You slogged your ass to get your hands on this job. One patient would not make you change your mind. But, would he?
You proceeded to check his pulse and the senior doctor left. Beads of perspiration gathered on your forehead. "Don't worry, I won't bite you."
You flinch, and the side stands fall down with you. He could see it, the rapid blinking of your eyes, your throat bobbing as you try to swallow the fear, your withdrawal from his touch.
"Are you still afraid of me?"
The IV is plucked from his veins, a tiny drop of blood appearing on the surface of his skin. You impulsively jump up to help him, the close proximity exciting him. Thoughts of you under h plague his mind. Just when you are about to dab a cotton ball over the blood he holds your wrist, tight enough to stop the circulation.
"I asked you a question now, didn't I?"
Swiftly rotating your wrist he had you turned in a way that made your back face him. His other hand was soon placed on your guts. The soft smell of baby powder kissed his nostrils as he nosed your neck. Pressing you closer, he gritted his teeth, "why is your heart pounding at such a fast rate?"
As much as you hated to admit it, both you and Yoongi knew it was because of him.
"No-" you took a sharp breath before continuing, "i- I am not afraid of you, sir."
His skilful yet rough hips press forward into yours, a sigh of pleasure leaving your mouth in short breaths.
"What are you doing Min Yoongi?" You didn't know why but your body seemed to like the friction and the attention.
"I think sir is better." With that saying, he grabs your boob and attacks your neck with a fit of rough and hungry kisses. The fast, oscillatory movement of his hips never stopped. You could feel his dick harden as he humped your ass.
Swiftly, he grabs your chin, pushing two digits in your warm cavern. "Would you let anyone else use your slutty mouth? Huh, princess?" His fingers moved in and out of your mouth at a gradual pace. He wanted to savour the feeling, the warmth and the sloppiness of your mouth.
"No one else," you said. "I would never allow anyone else in this throat of mine." Showing him was the only way he'd trust her. She wanted him to recover. Truly, she did. Unbeknownst to herself, she desired his touch, his affection, his love, his hands roaming expanse of her body.
He let out a groan, a feral one. It rumbled through her chest and made your pussy flutter. Were you worthy of him? Of his status in society?
A slap echoed and you felt the pain shooting through your ass. His huge palms were then rubbing the globes of your ass softly as if he didn't just slap them red and dead.
Before you knew you were leaning against the huge balcony. The blinders were on but the thrill made you wet. His deathly grip on your waist was agonizing but it made you feel a sense of belonging, something you never felt.
Your work skirt was loosely hanging around your waist when he bunched it above your ass. You felt exposed, the shame turning you on even more. He knelt, parted your legs and stared at your fat pussy, and you hid your face.
"What a lovely pussy you have here, darling."
Without wasting a second, he dived in like a hungry beast. Lapping up your folds and sucking your clit was an Olympic sport; that's how he made you feel. Switching between biting your hood ferociously and inserting his tongue in your fluttering hole, he brought you closer to your end. Your pussy clenched signalling your orgasm and that's when he stopped.
You cried. The crescent marks on your palms were just the evidence of the pleasure he gave you only to snatch it back from you in a moment.
"I think this is all you deserve for now."
He sat on his bed, pliant and docile. A Marathon of thoughts in your mind distressed you. Even though you'd never admit it to anyone you knew, you yearned for more. More of him.
Now all you can do is wait.
