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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Make it back to me - Andy Barber smut

The one where Andy fulfills his promise and gives you a future together.

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, insecure!Andy for a minute there, divorce, talks of infidelity because reader was the other woman, breeding kink

A/N: this is technically a follow-up to this drabble I wrote during kinktober!

Andy’s P.O.V.

My heart was pounding against my chest even before her beautiful face appeared from the office’s door. It was clear that she was confused, but I was too excited about it to even be able to verbalize what had happened and what we were about to do. So the plan was to just show her.

“You know, I usually like surprises, but this one is freaking me out,” she commented, and I laughed, throwing a glance at the rearview mirror before taking us out of the firm’s parking lot. I rubbed my thumbs on her knees, squeezing it in a hopefully reassuring gesture while I hummed a random song that had been stuck in my head since earlier.

I still couldn’t believe it.

I thought that maybe she would have connected the dots when I parked in an apartment complex’s garage, but by the inquisitive look she threw me, it was clear that wasn’t the case at all. So I laughed when I held her hand, kissing the back of it before pulling her along with me, up the stairs to the front hall.

“Andy, are you crazy? We can’t be holding hands in public like this. What if someone from the firm lives here and sees us together?” She whisper-shouted, and an euphoric feeling took over my chest at the realization of just how incredible my life was.

“Someone from the firm does live here,” I conceded, hugging her from behind and leaning down to fit my chin on her shoulder. “Me.” Saying it out loud only made it feel even more real, especially since she whipped her head to try to get a look at me, in an effort to understand just what I meant.

“What?” I only laughed, reaching out for her hand again and giving it a squeeze when the elevator doors opened, immediately stepping out to look for the door I held the key to. “Andy, what do you mean?”

I only smiled, patiently opening the door before letting her walk in and following behind. “Sweetheart… Meet my new apartment.” Once more, her head whipped around to stare at me, interrupting her visual exploration of the new environment.

“Andy…”

“I’m divorced,” I interrupted, effectively shutting her up. “It was finalized this morning. I talked to Laurel the day after that party. The day you got your promotion. I didn’t tell you before because I wanted it to be a sure thing,” I immediately explained when I saw her open her mouth to interject, but then she closed it, nodding as she accepted my justification.

“So while I waited for it to be processed, I bought this place. Do you like it? I was hoping you’d move in with me, I can’t wait to christen every room of this apartment.” Once again, she seemed surprised by my words, stopping her evaluation of the living room to stare at me with eyes twice their usual size.

“But you just… Andy, you just got divorced. Quite literally. You can’t tell me you want to immediately jump into the routine of a relationship again.” Frowning, I stepped forward, in her direction, arms reaching out to hold her hips so I could keep her in place while I tried to understand her emotions.

“You don’t want to be in a relationship with me?” My heart ached at the prospect, but she only huffed, rolling her eyes at me. Immediately, I felt somewhat comforted, although still confused about what was going on through her head.

“Of course I want to be in a relationship with you, you dummy. I just… I fear you’re jumpin too soon into this, and that you’ll grow to resent me. I don’t want to lose you.” Hearing her voice my own fears only made the need to have her closer rise within me, so before I could even realize what I was doing, I had her face cradled between my hands and our lips were connected again, as they always should be.

“And I don’t want to lose you,” I decided to voice it, so she could understand exactly where all of this was coming from, how it wasn’t simply a spur-of-the-moment gesture, any of it. “So what do you think I should do? Keep our relationship without strings, fearing that any moment now someone else will come and sweep you off of your feet? I don’t want to fuck anyone else, sweetheart. And I’ve been dreaming about living all of this domestic shit with you for a while, now. My marriage with Laurel didn’t end because I suddenly despised my ring, it ended because I didn’t love her anymore. But I love you. And I want this with you. Only you.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Now, what else could I possibly say? This was everything I had dreamed about, everything I’d been wishing for since day one, since my eyes connected with Andy’s and we shook hands in the office. And here he was, offering me a future together on a silver platter and I couldn’t find it in myself to fight against it anymore, even if the rational part of me thought this was a mistake.

Or maybe it was only my anxiety speaking, trying to get me to chicken out, to run away, convince me that this isn’t real and I’m not worthy of all of this love. Because the truth was, I was scared. Scratch that, I was downright *terrified. Because somewhere between the stolen kisses and the longing glances, I’d fallen head over heels for the man standing in front of me, who just poured his heart out in search of mine, and I never wanted to lose him.

“Okay,” was all I managed to say, instead, all I could get out. “Okay, let’s do this.” But still, maybe because Andy really was my long-lost soulmate, he seemed to understand. He managed to read between the lines, hear my devotion and my love in those simple words. I knew it because his eyes lit up, and just like that, I was being embraced by those delicious arms again, held like I was the most precious thing he had ever encountered and the only thing he needed to be happy.

He was everything to me.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Everything felt different, every pet name, every touch. It was sweeter, purer. There was no overwhelming pressure of rushing through this, trying to escape the sin, the guilt. This man was mine, now. I could finally relish every single second of this experience.

“I’ve wanted you since we’ve met,” I finally managed to admit it, making sure to look him in the eye so he could see just how serious I was about this. “I’m just so happy we finally get to be together, like… like a real couple.”

His soft smile was the reason for my heart faltering at times, and when he paired it with light brushes over my cheekbone with his thumbs, it was powerful enough to make me weak in the knees. Still, because it was Andy, after all, he couldn’t help but to tease me - I knew I should expect it from the mischief in his eyes.

“So, everything we did before, it doesn’t count?” I huffed at the same time he started laughing, barely seeing me rolling my eyes at his childish behavior since he had tears in his. And despite how much I wanted to be annoyed at him for ruining such a beautiful moment, I could only feel warm inside from seeing him this happy, and being here to share this new beginning of his.

“You know what? No, it doesn’t, daddy. You’re gonna have to get me reacquainted with your cock all over again. Are you up for the challenge?” He laughed out loud at this, beautiful face suddenly looking boyish as his eyes closed for a moment. so that he could fully enjoy his happiness.

Andy’s P.O.V.

“When you look this fuckable? It won’t be a challenge at all, darling.” I watched with perverse pleasure as she shivered from my words, eyes suddenly darkening with lust as she bit her lower lip. “Now c’mon. Let’s start christening this place.”

My first step was the bedroom, of course. I had bought a new bed with the sole intention of ravishing her on it. Sleep was secondary. “Take off your clothes,” I commanded as soon as we were inside the new room, quickly taking off my shirt before sitting on the mattress. “Slowly,” I added when I saw her initially run to obey, but then a small smile painted her beautiful lips as her movements became more fluid.

“Someone wants a show,” she teased, revealing her perfect body little by little, each new inch making the anticipation rise in me. Damn right I wanted a show. But any amount of time I got to spend with her was a spectacle of itself. She was the muse I once believed I would never find. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck yes. Come here.” She approached me slowly too, soft hands I knew too well running over her own body and making me desperate to be the one that was touching her. “I want to worship your body the way that you deserve it, after waiting for me for so long.”

I saw her eyes soften at that, her hands cradling my face when she was close enough to hop on my lap. “I’d wait even longer if I had to.” It made me happier than anything else, knowing that she was as happy with me as I was with her.

So I pulled her to meet my lips again, groaning as I got my taste of her - but it was enough. It would never be enough, especially now that I knew I was hers and hers only. And then she inadvertently started grinding against me and it almost had me falling back against the bed. “God, you’re hot,” I moaned as I watched from under my eyelashes the way that she moved for me and only me.

“I love when you talk dirty.” Her giggles were the sweetest sound I ever heard, and I loved to be the cause for them. But my need for her was so pressing, that I ended up cutting them short by pulling her for another kiss, while adjusting her until she was sitting on one of my thighs.

“That’s nothing, darling. You know just how dirty I can be, and you still haven’t seen everything I got up my sleeve. Come on, move those hips for me,” I directed, helping her ride my thigh by the grip I held on her ass.

“You know what I want to do to you?” I asked, my voice dropping a tone as I whispered in her ear, needing to see her cum for me for the first night that night. “I want to lick all over your skin without the fear of being interrupted,” I started, reminiscing about just how many things I wanted to experience with her now that we were officially together. “Do you know how great it will be now that what we’re doing isn’t improper?”

Y/N almost laughed, but it came out as a gasp as I flexed the muscles underneath her, making my thigh a bit harder for her to rub her sweet cunt against. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, we’ll definitely keep doing some pretty improper stuff…” I forced her to quicken her movements until she was cumming before my eyes, sweet, sweet whimpers falling from her lips as she struggled to catch her breath. “... I just won’t have to feel guilty about them anymore.”

As I turned us over to lay her body on the mattress, our lips dancing together once more, the realization that this was my life now making my head feel light with all the happiness inside of me. This was my bed, this was my woman and it was only just beginning.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Well, that’s a relief,” I teased, taking advantage of the little break that he had given my lips as he slowly but surely laid kissed around every inch of my chest. “For a second there, I thought you wouldn’t want to do dirty things to me anymore.”

That earned me a laugh, muffled by the way his lips were pressed against my neck and making me laugh by reflex, since his beard kept tickling me. “Oh, believe me, pretty girl… There’s a lot of dirty stuff I want to do to you. And I won’t lie, some of them are probably still going to happen in my office.”

I tried to swallow back a whimper that made its way to my lips as Andy licked a stripe up my neck, only stopping to nibble on my jaw before admitting to his plans. “After all, I really can’t control myself when you wear those tight skirts to work. But I don’t think they can really be blamed.”

Pink lips wrapped around my nipple and a gasp did escape me, my hands flying to hold Andy’s locks to keep him attached to my chest, but he had other ideas. “I just can’t seem to be able to be near you without desperately wanting you,” he finished, eyes connected to mine and mouth glistening with the saliva he had spread over my breasts. “You’re just too much of a temptation.”

Now, of course, after such a declaration, what can a girl do? I didn’t seem to find the words to vocalize just how I felt about him too, too busy trying to control my heart and clutching his shoulders while he sucked lovebites all over my exposed body. We didn’t really have to worry about them now, even if they would seem terribly unprofessional for some of the senior partners.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he urged, and I swallowed dryly before finally voicing, “I want your cock in my mouth, daddy. I want to make you feel good.” Andy audibly groaned at my request, quickly rolling off of me and discarding his pants while I assumed a familiar and very comfortable position between his legs.

My mouth watered at the sight of his already fully hardened member, and I reached out to replace his hand that was slowly jerking it off with mine, leaning down to give the head a small kitten lick just like I knew he liked to be teased.

“Fuck, darling,” he moaned, and I could feel myself growing wetter at the pure power that I felt at having this man so fucking needy for me. When I slowly started to suck on the head of his cock, making my way further down inch by inch, the signs of impatience that became evident in his body only made my desire grow.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he half begged, half ordered, leg twisting behind me in an effort to control himself. “Take it all on your own, like you always do. Make me proud.” Shit, he knew just what to say to have me quickly gagging on his cock out of my own free will.

I didn’t even think twice before going down on him until my lips met his navel. If anything, the strangled moan he tried to stop, the way his hips instinctively raised up and blocked the air from my lungs, making my eyes water, only served as incentives for me to keep going, up and down, up and down, licking and swirling and sucking until my jaw started to hurt and still, I didn’t want to stop.

Andy’s P.O.V.

It was always a battle between allowing myself to spill in her delicious mouth or perfect pussy, but today, I had other plans - and they involved me having to exercise incredible restraint as I pulled her away from my member by her hair, chuckling at the whine she let out.

“Lay down,” I ordered nodding towards the bed, and she quickly did so, crawling on her hands and knees towards the center of the mattress, but just before she could reach it, I pulled her by her ankle and turned her around myself.

“Can’t wait to fill you, sweetheart.” I was impatient, that much was obvious, but I don’t think she minded by the way her hips thrusted back to meet my fingers as I fucked her open with them, using my thumb to rub her throbbing little clit. “Do you want that?”

She nodded, managing to hold eye contact but not capable of saying anything, her bottom lip held tightly by her teeth as she struggled to swallow the whines I begged to hear. “Beg me for it,” I ordered, picking up the pace and curling my digits until I was able to hit her sweet spot every time I thrusted into her tight channel. “I want to know how badly you want me, I want to see if it even *comes close to my own desire for you.”

A gasp was still all I received as a response, and I had to contain my smile as I slowed down my movements, making them sweeter but deeper. I knew what was holding her back, and it wasn’t the weakness of her desire when contrasted to mine. “It’s alright, darling. You can scream, you can cry out my name as loud as you want. We don’t have to be quiet anymore.”

When her eyes met mine again, I could see that she understood, but it was still hard for her to fully let go. So I picked up the pace of my fingers, leaning over her to suck a bruise on her collarbones before whispering in her ear, “C’mon, pretty girl. I’ve always loved to see you squirming, trying to keep those beautiful sounds in, but right now, I’m dying to hear you moan.”

Her orgasm was what finally made her lose control, cumming while screaming my name, making me grin from ear to ear and keep the pace of my digits until her hand covered my wrist, a silent plea for me to let her calm down. I allowed her that, pulling away from her with a brief kiss on the forehead before turning my attention to myself, curling my fist around my cock that twitched with only that slight stimulation, probably because of the debauched scene before me.

It didn’t take long for her small hand to cover mine, forcing myself to jerk the throbbing member as a sign that she was ready for more, now. And so I pulled her even closer, forcing her legs to open wider before I rubbed the head of my cock between her lower lips, gathering some of the moisture there.

“You ready?” Pushing into her for the first time was always incredible. Often, it’d take me back to that long night we’d spent trying to work on a difficult case, when it all became too much for both of us to handle and I gave into temptation, bending her over my desk before burying myself inside of her.

The way she gasped so prettily at the feeling of my cock stretching her open was still the same, and it mirrored the way I groaned at how her tight walls squeezed me as I tried to bottom out inside of her. “So fucking tight,” I noted, arms resting on each side of her face as I waited for us both to grow used to the feeling of being connected again.

I kissed her once more before starting to move, losing myself in the taste of her while she messed up my hair, running her fingers through it to hold onto the locks when I did start to fuck her against the mattress. The feeling of her hands traveling further south, until suddenly I felt her nails running down my back, had me jerking abruptly in surprise, the realization that now she could leave marks on my body only leaving me more desperate for her, to make her mine once and for all.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck.” The way he gasped against my mouth was so pretty, I wanted to keep hearing it for the rest of my life. “You’re mine now, sweetheart. This is where you’ll spend the rest of your life, right here, getting filled by my cock over and over again.”

It didn’t seem like a bad future to have, especially when he squeezed my hips so tight, trying to control himself so this wouldn’t end so soon. “Fuck, no one can make me feel as good as you do, darling. No one.”

My body felt warm, like a fire had been lit inside, and the only thing that made it simultaneously more controlled and brighter was kissing him, feeling him connected to me, from his forehead to his toes.

I loved this man. God, I loved him, and it felt so good to be able to feel this way, without having any guilt attached to this wonderful feeling. Knowing that he was now mine and only mine, that I could give my whole heart to him without any fear, because he’d given me his.

It felt different this time, regardless of the dozens of times I’d had him inside of me. It was like we were both stripped to our very soul, finally getting to introduce them to each other, and there was a connection, a certain recognition that I just couldn’t put into words - especially not when he was fucking me this good. We just worked. It’s like despite how it all began, we were meant to be.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” And it was that declaration of love that had me clenching around him, reaching the high of desire that only he could show me. It didn’t surprise me that as soon as my orgasm began, he started to lose the rhythm of his thrusts, until he was groaning, “I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum inside of you, just like I promised, pretty girl.”

The reminder seemed to awaken every single nerve end on my body, and I gasped as I felt another orgasm building as his movements grew more frantic. “Don’t you want it? Don’t you want my cum? Say it, sweetheart. Say you want my cum.”

The reality of the situation hit me then, serving as an added stimulation to my already overworked body. He really wanted this. We were really doing this. “Yes, of course I want it. I want your cum, daddy.”

That was it for him. I watched as Andy threw his head back, eyes closed in bliss while his biceps bulged in an effort to keep him from falling on top of me. “Yessss… Make me a dad, Y/N,” he roared, suddenly pushing himself away from me to hold my legs open even wider, fingertips buried on the flesh of my thighs.

I felt his release paint my insides, and our eyes connected just then, acknowledging the weight of the moment between us. His hand reached out to stroke my chin before he carefully rolled us over so I could rest on his chest without him leaving me.

“I can’t believe we get to stay here for as long as we want,” he suddenly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between us. “No more excuses, no more hiding. Just you and me, and this big and comfortable bed.”

“I can’t believe I get to fall asleep next to you…” I whispered, lightly tracing over his jawline until he turned to meet my eyes, hand holding my wrist tightly to catch my attention - as if it wasn’t already on him.

“I can’t believe you think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight.” And with that fortunate prediction into my future, I knew it would be full of giggles and satisfaction, just as long as I got to have Andy by my side.

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dovechim · 7 years

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Omg the yoongi drabble!!! Uhhh but i’d greatly appreciate it if you can write a scenario where yoongi is sleeping next to his gf (Other character) but y/n comes over seducing him, making him fuck y/n on the same bed that his gf is sleeping on PLEASEEEEE

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➾ yoongi x reader, smut (duh)

➾ warning: infidelity, unprotected sex

“You shouldn’t do that,” Jennie is fretting and wringing herhands as she watches you finish up your makeup in the mirror. You’re justapplying your final coat of mascara, making sure there are no flecks of blackunder your eyes, but it’s futile because you know it’s going to end up all overyour face by the time you’re done with tonight. “It’s wrong, and you know it.”

“Do what?” You pause to frown at her. “Don’t worry, this mascarawon’t clump, I’ve used it a thousand times before. What it isn’t though, iswaterproof, and that could pose a problem for tonight…”

Jennie glares at your reflection from behind you, and you closethe tube with a sigh. “Look, if you wanna try and keep score, she stole himfrom me first. So technically, she’s in the wrong.”

“I thought you were better than all this ‘goalkeeper doesn’tmean you can’t score’ shit! What happened to girl code??”

You adjust your breasts in your push-up bra, making sure the vof your cleavage peeks out enticingly. “And I thought you were more supportive thanthis! Stop trying to moralize me when all I’m trying to do is get some dick.”

Jennie takes a deep breath, about to go on some feminist rantabout girls supporting girls, but you just toss her a casual wave beforeescaping out the door, your panties already dampening at the thought of just howyou’re going to seduce Min Yoongi.

When you arrive outside his house, there’s no answer even afteryou knock on the door, and the cold air is starting to penetrate through yourtight spaghetti crop top and skirt. Deciding that he wouldn’t mind- he’s knownyou for nearly half his life anyway- you dig out the key he always keeps underhis mat and unlock the door.

You head to the kitchen to deposit your tub of ice cream- your(very flimsy) excuse for coming to see him today- but he’s most probably asleepbecause even the sound of the door closing doesn’t send him padding out of hisbedroom.

So you crack open the door slightly and peek your head in, onlyto have your heart sink to your toes when you comprehend the image in front ofyou- Min Yoongi is spooning his girlfriend, and has his nose buried in herhair.

Fuck, this throws a wrench in your well-laid plans.

Solbin is curled up on her side, and his body fits perfectlyaround hers. The sight of his hand on her waist sends jealousy coursing throughyour bloodstream, and you reluctantly run your eyes over how silky her goldenbrown locks seem to be. You note the lack of dress for the both of them- Solbinis only wearing a thin lacy camisole and barely there panties, so you can seeher ass cheeks hanging out, and Yoongi is shirtless with boxer briefs only.

The open crack of the door that lets in a sliver of light landsperfectly on Min Yoongi’s face, and not only does it illuminate his featureslike a spotlight, it also stirs him from his sleep. He blinks his eyes open totake in your figure standing by the doorway, a look of jealousy- that youimmediately swap for a more neutral greeting instead- on your face.

“______?” His hoarse whisper comes deep from within his chest,and he pushes himself to sit up, careful not to disturb his slumberinggirlfriend in the process. “Wh-what are you doing here? You didn’t tell me youwere coming over.”

“I-I brought some ice-cream,” you say lamely, and immediatelybite down on your own lip. The sight of Min Yoongi cuddling with his girlfriendimmediately erases any trace of the seductive lines you’d practiced in themirror just hours before, and you wonder how you’re ever going to get him tosleep with you at this rate.

You decide that there’s just too much physical distance inbetween the both of you for this to work, so you cross the room and sit on hisside of the bed, with one leg tucked up underneath you. Your short and tightskirt rides up to just underneath your underwear, and your sitting positionallows Yoongi to glimpse your pink underwear peeking from between your legs.

If only he weren’t still groggy and not paying attention to youat all.

You curse under your breath, feeling immensely awkward and outof place when he keeps glancing at Solbin to make sure she’s still sleeping. “Whatthe fuck are you doing here? Solbin’ll flip if she catches you on the bed, let’stalk outside instead.”

Panic surges through your veins, because the moment he suggestsgoing outside is the exact same moment that some fucked-up part of your braintells you that you’ll be conceding to her if you agree with this.

So you put on your most pitiful expression, sticking your lowerlip out as you feign a look of pain on your face. “My tummy hurts.”

“What?” He strains to hear your small voice, scooting across thebed as his eyes dart down to your midriff. You catch the small jolt of surpriseas he sees the lacy crotch of your pink panties, and it gives you theencouragement you need.

“My stomach hurts, can you rub it for me?”

It’s not the most bizarre request he’s ever heard from you,considering he used to give you back rubs and massages when you were havingmonthly cramps. Key word is used to, since he had to stop being so touchy withyou ever since he got together with Solbin.

“You came all the way here just to-“ he breathes out through hisnose in a drawn out sigh, but he can’t say no to your imploring eyes andbeckons you to scoot over. His muddled brain still isn’t fully awake yet, andit reasons with him that the sooner he makes you feel better, the sooner he cango back to sleep. He positions himself against the wall, as far from Solbin aspossible with his legs open and gestures for you to take your place.

You almost can’t believe this is happening as you press yourback to his chest, letting your legs fall open naturally once you’re between hislegs. Yoongi immediately places his hands on your waist, attempting to slidethem under the waistband of your skirt. But the tight material of your skirt isunforgiving, and there isn’t even an inch between the waistband and your skinfor him to slide his hand under. So you nudge him nonchalantly, trying yourbest to keep the quiver in your voice.

“G-go from underneath, Yoongi.” You can feel him freeze behindyou as he registers what this would entail, and hurry to make it sound lessincriminating. “My skirt’s too tight, and you wouldn’t want me to take it off here, right?”

You’re making absolute sense, there’s no loophole in yourreasoning whatsoever, so he has to say yes… right?

Instead of answering, Yoongi moves his hand between your legsand you feel his touch hovering above the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.He makes it all the way up to your core without making contact when heaccidentally brushes his knuckles against your panties, and you know he’sregistered how wet the material is just by the stiffening of his frame behindyou.

His breathing is harsh against your neck, but he continues tofeign ignorance and push his hand up your skirt so that it rests on your lowerbelly. Yoongi starts applying gentle pressure to your abdomen, rubbing incircles and the warmth of his hands travels all the way down into your soakedcore.

“Yoongi…” You murmur into his ear, letting your lips brushagainst the shell of his ear. “Yoongi, lower.”

He follows your directions by moving his fingers down a tad, sothat they brush against the waistband of your underwear. By now your legs havefallen open even more, resting against his own and your skirt has ridden up sothat he can see the pink material of your lace panties.

“A-are you feeling better?” His voice comes out in a chokedhush, and he shifts to make some room between your bodies, which can only meanone thing.

You accidentally on purpose make contact with his crotch, onlyto feel the hard evidence of his betrayal against your lower back.

“Mmhm,” you let your voice come from your chest in a breathywhine. “But I need you even lower, Yoongi.”

The scouring heat of his erection against your lower back lendsyou the courage you need to place your hand over his and glide them into yourpanties in one smooth motion, and the moment his fingers encounter the slimy,slippery crotch of your underwear, he exhales sharply.

“Yoongi, I lied to you just now,” you turn around to mouth athis ear even as his fingers start to stroke your pussy lips ever so gently. “Mypussy is all wet and tingly, and it aches, and I need you to make it better.”

Your name comes out in a garbled moan from his lips, and fromthe corner of your eye you can see him swallow hard, the Adam’s apple in histhroat bobbing. He starts to turn his head toward Solbin’s sleeping figure again,but you distract him with a well-placed suckle to his neck.

The wet slick on his fingers beckons him, and against his betterjudgement, Yoongi allows his fingers to slide inside you, and all the regretvanishes when your walls close in around him almost immediately.

“Mmhmm yes… Yoongi right there… my pussy aches so much,” you egghim on a little further, putting on your most innocent voice that you know heloves. You’ve seen enough of his porn stash to know that he gets off on theillusion of innocence, and the role of ruining and corrupting such chastity andpurity.

His fingers are massaging your walls, and his palm is pressedright up against your clit. Right from the beginning you can already feel howyou’ve drenched his hand, and the smell of your juices are already beginning topermeate the air. It would be so easy for Solbin to just roll over and catchthe two of you, Yoongi’s fingers buried deep in your pussy, and the thoughtitself makes you clench around him harder.

“Yoongi, you feel so good,” you pant against the dip in hiscollarbone. “But I need more Yoongi, my pussy feels so empty.”

Yoongi’s eyes dart over to the other side of the bed, then tothe sight of your spread thighs. “Wh-what can I do baby?”

He’s all yours, hook, line and sinker.

“I need your cock Yoongi. My pussy needs your cock to fill itup, it’s so achingly empty, daddy.”

All your cards are on the table now, and you thank your luckystars that he happened to leave his laptop over at yours that one night. Atthis point you’re just repeating all the lines of his favourite pornos (allfiled and saved under faves- men are such simple creatures) right back at himin a sugary sweet whisper.

You can feel him hesitate a little behind you, so you decide youneed to speed things up and reach back to massage his bulge for a few seconds. “Daddy’sso hard for me already?”

He acknowledges you with a low grunt, and you take it as consentto pull down his boxer briefs, freeing his length. His hands tighten aroundyour waist of their own accord, and he lifts you up so that you’re sitting onhim and not the bed.

Yoongi’s hands are still around your waist, and he’s breathinghard against your neck. Before he has a chance to think about what he’s doing,you reach down and pull your panties to the side before taking his cock in yourhand and sitting down on it, sinking down to the bottom in one go.

“Fuck,” the single word is uttered with such force against yourneck as you squeeze your muscles around him. The sensation of having him spreadyou apart like this, entirely bare and raw, makes you wish that Solbin weren’ton the same bed so he could flip you over and pound your pussy.

“Bet she doesn’t let you inside bare, does she?” Now that he’sfinally inside you, your confidence is restored enough to taunt him a little.

“Fuck no,” Yoongi murmurs as he hedges a thrust into yourdepths. “You’re so- fuck- wet babygirl.”

“Only for you, daddy,” you giggle girlishly into his ear, onlyfor the sound to be caught in your chest as he moves you up and down his lengthwith his arms alone, hips aiding him by flexing ever so slightly.

“Does that pussy feel better now?” He hazards a little moredirty talk, because fuck it, he’s already buried balls deep in you, what’s afew more filthy words going to do?

“No,” you pout at him, reaching down to fondle your clit even asyou can feel him start to throb inside you.

“W-why?” His voice catches in his throat as he watches you touchyourself.

“I need your cum in me, daddy.”

And with that he explodes deep inside your pussy, painting yourwalls white with his semen that drips down over his balls as his girlfriendslumbers on, oblivious, beside him.

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