"God, I wish having sex was more like basketball."
"What do you mean?" Yoongi looks at me, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face.
"Like a physical act, two people should be able to have sex like they're playing basketball. Noone feels the nee...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I can already feel his hard on through his jeans while straddling him and that makes everything a thousand times more arousing. The kiss is rough, desperate, and our hands are traveling all over the place, holding onto each other's hair, neck, waist, anything they can get hold of.
Yoongi grabs my ass and gets up from the sofa, carrying us to his bedroom without breaking the kiss for a single second, and I tug at his hair and wrap my legs around his waist. He places me down on the bed gently and crawls on top of me while taking his sweatshirt off and throwing it somewhere behind him. His lips blissfully make their way down my neck, making sure every inch is covered, my hands scratching all the way down his back and earning a deep groan from him.
He suddenly gets off the bed "One second"
He starts rummaging through his dresser drawers. "We're gonna kill two birds with one stone"
"Huh?" I stare at him in confusion.
"Get undressed and close your eyes"
At this point I'm so aroused by the way these demands fall off his lips that I oblige without questioning him. My sight now pitch dark, I hear him close the drawers and kneel behind me on the bed.
"Get on all fours facing the wall"
I have no clue what's about to happen but I trust him and I'm getting wetter every second. I hear him shuffling off his sweatpants behind me and suddenly, realization hits me on one of the things that's about to happen.
The wall on the right side of his bed is his closet.
Which has mirrored doors.
"Open your eyes"
Holding myself up by my hands and knees, I raise my eyeline and take in the sight in front of me: Yoongi is kneeling behind me, one of his hands is gripping my waist and the other has my hair in a makeshift ponytail. His eyes, now dark and hooded, are focused on my face in the mirror, and his defined torso is already beaming with sweat. He slowly pushes himself inside of me and I swear I've never heard such explicit sounds leave our mouths at once.
Yoongi immediately starts speeding up his thrusts, making it known that he does not intend for this to be anything other than rough. He keeps his grip on my waist and yanks my head up by my hair to make sure I'm staring him dead in the eyes. Every thrust contorts my face into utter pleasure and I know he's enjoying the view because so am I: his mouth is slightly open, his jawline is clenched, and his shoulders and biceps are flexed.
Suddenly, he pulls out and I whine at the empty feeling.
"Put your hands behind your back and face on the pillow" He is so demanding today but I can't say I don't love it, so I do as he says.
That's when I feel something pushing my wrists together and locking them in place.
"You said you liked bondage so I figured this would be good"
It's a belt. Yoongi is using one of his black leather belts as handcuffs on me.
My thoughts are once again interrupted as he slams into me at full force and I'm no longer attempting to muffle my screams. If his neighbors didn't hate him before, they definitely do now. My hands are struggling with the belt's grip, sure to leave some marks after but it feels heavenly. He's slurring profanities as he thrusts into me deeper and I feel a knot tightening in my stomach. "Fuck I'm gonna cum" I moan.
He takes that as his queue to pull me up straight by my hair, my back and hands now pressed against his chest as his lips play with my earlobe, our eyes still locked on each other through the mirror. We're both so focused on reaching our high that now the only sounds that fill the room are our bodies hitting against each other and I'm close - so fucking close.
"Cum with me" he groans in my ear.
And with that we both climax together, I scream out his name as my legs start shaking and he throws his head back in bliss. He slowly thrusts in and out of me, our breathing heavy while we ride out our orgasms. We eventually lay down by each other on his bed, in a state of pure bliss.
"Holy fucking shit" is all I can manage to say.
"Yeah" he waves his hand in the air "What you just said"
I turn to face him and Yoongi pulls me closer to him, wrapping my leg around him and letting me rest my head on his chest, both exhausted but so happy.
