Genre: Smut Author: Sunshine ☀️ Word Count: ///---///---///---///---///---///---/
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Min Yoongi in a suit in tie was your favorite, no questions asked. When he wore one because he needed to dress up, it drove you insane. You though of him using his soft, thick tie as a blindfold so you couldn't see all the delicious things he was doing to you or to tie your hands behind your back so you couldn't touch him. In either situation you looked that that day, you were Yoongi's submissive no matter what.
Yoongi liked things rough. You two had established a safe word, "princess" and "daddy" were terms used often and he sometimes even called you "kitten", which made you melt. He'd make you follow certain rules like how and when you can cum, if you squirt you'd get a reward and when you'd need to beg.
That last one wasn't as common as all the others, in fact, Yoongi dismissed it as something he came up with in a spur of the moment idea he had in bed. The main rule was that you had to follow all orders all the time. If he wanted a blow job, he got one. If he wanted you to do whatever, you'd do it. And you liked it. Whenever you did something amazing to him, you were praised, which made you sopping wet. When he kissed you and gently bit your lip, you'd mewl quietly and that's when he'd ask, "does my kitten want more?".
Your eyes snapped open as soon as you heard the front door open, nervous someone was breaking in. Alarmed at the slight intrusion, you sat up only to realize it was Min Yoongi. In a suit in tie. Right in front of you.
"Hey, Jagi," he said casually like it was nothing. Yoongi stood nonchalant in front of you, and you sat there with your mouth open.
You couldn't say anything. At all. Your brain wasn't even functioning properly because he looked that good.
"I want you." You say out of nowhere, feeling a pool of moisture seep between your legs.
"Excuse me?" He asked cocking an eyebrow, unsure of what you said.
"I. Want. You." You answered in between kisses along his strong, sculpted jawline. His natural highlight hid the blush on his cheeks.
Yoongi swallowed thickly and regained his composure as he mouthed at your neck, having to tilt his head down. "You're gonna have to beg."
He pinched a nipple through your shirt and you gasped. "Fuck. Yoongi please I need you to fuck me."
"You want me to do what, Kitten?"
"Fuck me." You whined as he sucked on your neck. You swore you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning while he bit you harder.
"I'll see what I can do." He said as his hands slid up your shirt.
Yoongi pinched your nipple again, seemingly making you moan louder. You wanted to bite him, but you had a feeling he'd say no.
"Daddy," You sighed. "Can I bite you?"
"No." he said without hesitation.
You disobeyed anyway and bit his neck where he was most sensitive.
"Aish, Jagi." He moaned. You sucked on his neck harshly, leaving a huge purple bruise. You smirked at him when you pulled away after wiping the spit off your nose.
"Someone's gonna be punished. That someone is you," he muttered into your neck.
You had a mischievous, up to no good smirk on your face, seeing how much trouble you could get into.
"What's my punishment? You gonna make me beg?" You said teasingly as you played with his tie.
Yoongi thought about it for a minute wondering if he should actually make you beg and that's when a smirk formed about his lips. He didn't say a word and he picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed room.
"What are you doing?" You asked as he carried you down the hall.
"Giving you a punishment." He replied, stopping in the doorway of the shared master bedroom.
You flopped onto the bed on your back, looking up as Yoongi looked down at you. He started loosening his tie, holding your wrists together when he was done. You already knew what was coming, and you had to admit, this was actual torture. You loved touching Yoongi during sex, raking your nails down his back leaving angry red streaks. Yoongi liked it too, but he also understood that punishment was punishment. You were a bad girl, and bad girls always get punished.
"Please don't tie me up," you practically begged.
"Why shouldn't I?" Yoongi replied, his voice low and seductive in your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine. His teeth teased at your ear lobe, making you gasp a little after your plea. You could tell he was contemplating what to do, just because whenever you begged it went south.
"Because I'll be good if you let me go." You bargained, stretching your body out as far as it would allow with your hands bound by Yoongi's.
Your lips barely touched his, so close that you could almost taste him. You were able to smell the mint on his breath, his own unique scent and then of course the unmistakable smell of sex anyone would notice. You looked at his eyes in a moment you'd otherwise be shy in had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Yoongi's usually light brown eyes were blown to almost black irises due to the lust that flooded him. He wanted you so much, the innocence act you always put on driving him insane. He wanted to do things so unholy to you that he'd have to go to the nearest church and beg for forgiveness.
Yoongi seemed to ponder at your request. Having you at his mercy didn't seem like too bad an idea, plus he could still do what he wanted you to do. Yoongi suddenly pictured you on your knees in front of him with your hands behind his back, mouth stuffed with him touching the back of your throat. That image flicked to another one where his left hand was gripping your throat lightly, his right tangled in your hair and pulling roughly while he pounded into you from behind. Yoongi let go of your hands while you rested them on your side, eagerly awaiting instruction.
"On your knees," he muttered. He watched with lust blown eyes as you got on your knees, the joints rubbing against the rough carpet. Yoongi grabbed his tie and tied your hands behind your back.
"Don't thrust too hard, ok?" You said. You already knew that you wouldn't be able to use your hands and you didn't mind that. What you minded was that Yoongi could get carried away sometimes in his pleasure. Yoongi nodded and before you even started, his long fingers tangled themselves in your scalp. He began to thrust in and out of your mouth while you were already beginning to hollow out your cheeks. You felt the mix of cum and drool leaking out of the sides of your mouth because Yoongi was fucking it so hard.
"Look at my kitten, swallowing my dick. Taking it so well." Yoongi grunted. His hips moved faster, his moans getting louder while the dampness between your legs began to leak through your underwear. You could've sworn you heard him mumble "such a good girl" and "I'm so close" under his breath right as you felt Yoongi twitch in your mouth. He pulled away, leaving your lips swollen with drool and precum sliding down your chin. From Yoongi's perspective, your hair was a mess all tangles and knots, your eyes blown wide with lust, your lipstick was smudged around your mouth red streaking. To him you looked absolutely gorgeous and fucked out.
"My Baby looks so pretty." He said to himself as he untied you. You rested your hands on your thighs as you sat up straight waiting for further instruction.
"Go onto the bed." Yoongi said in his deep baritone, cock already springing back to life.
You waited on your back again this time, arms ready to be tied up. You kept waiting and out of nowhere, you felt Yoongi's lips on your thighs.
