His hips pressed forward, and you felt his tip breach your folds. It felt like someone had flipped a switch and the entire world was now running in slow motion. Like you had time to distinguish every pixel on the screen - only, as his cock pressed on, invading you more and more, you instead could feel every single bit of his thickness scraping against the rugae of your insides.
He met resistance as you clenched your teeth and mewl, your walls tightening around him. He felt... too good... too overwhelming. He was thick and hot, and you were tight and burning to stretch around him. He pulled out a measure, and then sunk a little deeper in - your nails scraping over the counter, wishing your fingers had something pliable to squeeze into.
"Oh!" your voice puled as he conquered another inch, your chamber rumpling as he took another, and squirmed when he finally bottomed out, and you felt his hips against your ass and your gut filled to the brim.
"Ahh!" you struggled to breathe as a ripple of pleasure shook you from the inside out.
"Shit, Y/N," you heard him behind you, his own voice also strained.
He slipped partially out of you, and then with a harsh hold on your hips, he pulled your ass into him as he plunged hard back in.
You heard his flesh clap against yours, heard how wet the space between you already was, and you reacted with another cry that bowed your head and arched your shoulders to the ceiling.
He tugged sharply on your hair, seducing a call from you as he forced your spine to bend backwards and your body to curve just how he liked it.
He pumped into you again, and again... then again... finding his divine path and a heavenly rhythm.
It wasn't long until he was fucking into you hard, causing your hands to slip across the wood with every blunt hit, you only held in place by the pain in your scalp.
"Yoongi," you sobbed, wanting something more, even though you were getting everything humanly possible to be given. But you wanted more, nonetheless. You wanted him to fuck himself into you until he was tattooed on your bones, to be apart of you like an organ. You wanted to feel his skin on yours, his solid body to trap you beneath him, and his teeth to sink into you and mark you for himself.
Your tank top, although twisted and misplaced, was still precariously strung along your torso, and suddenly it felt like a burden, or a cage. You needed it to disintegrate. You needed it the fuck off of you - and right now.
You reached for the strap, and Yoongi took instant notice, releasing his hold on your hair and letting you push yourself up as you both madly grabbed at the straps and the hem until the fabric was gone and discarded to some unknown place in the room. He reached for the back of your bra, unclasping the band, and once again you both pulled at its straps until it too was off your shoulders, off your body and forgotten.
His arm wrapped itself around your waist in a tight need to have your naked body flush against him. His other hand shot up to grab ahold of your breast, massaging it in his palm, teasing your erect nipple with his thumb, while his lips and teeth chewed and kissed their way across your shoulder to your jaw.
You reached back to card your fingers through his hair, finding solace somewhere on the back of his head. You pulled sharply on him to keep him tight against you, while your other hand guided his arm at your waist south to play with your clit.
He pumped his cock into you, spun his fingers around your swollen bud, and teased your nipples between the pads of his fingers, while his hot mouth and tongue sucked bruises into your neck.
It was a total fucking sensory overload, and you could do nothing but go blind and hoarse as you began to scream into the abyss.
In and out... in and out he plunged into you, his hips and his strong hand over your pussy not letting you brace for any impact. You were just there, held in place for his 360 assault on your body.
