fly to my room (myg)
Part of my I Got You drabble series
word count- 895
pairing- yoongi x reader
genre- smut, fluff
warnings- sub!yoongi, poledancer!yoongi, stripping, fishnets, cockring, overstimulation, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex
a.n- they said yoongi would be a good pole dancer and i just couldn’t get the image out of my mind. also that ass thoooooo.
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You sat on a chair, arms crossed and a smirk on your face as you watched Yoongi across the room dressed in a pair of white jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt that matched his freshly dyed blond hair. He had a goofy grin on his face, his nose scrunching in glee as he swayed to the music playing through the speakers.
When you had walked in after work, you did not expect Yoongi to cheer you up with a strip tease. But it seemed that was the case as he placed one large veiny arm on the pole erected in the middle of the room, using it to pivot around as he giggled with embarrassment. Soon he was tossing his shirt at you, momentarily obstructing the view of how the gold chain around his neck perfectly complimented his toned chest.
“I’ve got two surprises for you,” he said with a rasp as he gracefully hooked a leg around the pole. He used the momentum to spin around with a coy smile. You had no idea when he had learned this but you weren’t complaining. In fact, you were even drooling at the sight of the vein in his forearm popping up deliciously when he flexed it with each turn.
He leaned back, looking at you while he was upside down, his hair flowing towards the ground in tufts that just ached to be pulled. With a last spin, he was standing in front of you, his fingers undoing his white belt before popping the button and revealing your first surprise.
You couldn’t help but stare. Your face was heating up as you felt your pussy drench at the sight. You grip on his shirt, still in your hands, tightened, knuckles white as he peeled the jeans off his legs - legs that were adorned in a pair of matching white fishnets, the criss-crossing lace hugging his flesh in a way that left nothing to the imagination. You wanted to lean over, lick through each opening before ripping it with your teeth to mark his pale skin.
Before you had the opportunity to do so, he was back at the pole, spinning around, biting his bottom lip as he looked at you with a heated gaze. You clenched your thighs together, letting him have his fun. He turned around to look at you over his shoulder before dropping into a squat as the beat dropped, leaving you with the perfect view of his delectable ass.
Without another second of hesitation, you were on your feet, tossing his shirt aside and walking across the room to land a smack on his round ass. Not expecting you to be behind him, he yelped in surprise before turning around full of giggles. You pulled the chain around his neck, bringing him down to your eye level before crashing your lips on his.
His arms went around your waist pulling you to him as he returned your hungry kisses with equal vigour and moaning when you scratched your nails across his treasure trail. You were insatiable. Your panties were ruined as your hands reached under the waistband of his stockings, fingers wrapping around his hard dick. He mewled and rested his forehead on yours. As he broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connected the two of you.
Collecting his precum, you stroked, beaming when your hand met a silicon ring at the base. You squeezed gleefully as he panted, his head landing on your shoulder.
“Fuck… thank you,” he whispered as you grinned, before using his dick to pull him towards the bed, knowing how much he enjoyed being handled like that.
He whined when you let go of him to push him onto the mattress. He fell with a little bounce, tongue peeking between rosy lips as he watched you move the waistband of his stocking lower to release his dick, leaving it halfway down his thighs where it made the flesh spill out deliciously.
“Do you like your surprise?” he asked, a little timid and a little out of breath.
“Not as much as you do clearly,” you replied smugly, looking pointedly at his weeping erection. He didn’t get a chance to respond, his words getting caught in his throat as you started sucking at the tip without warning.
He moaned, high-pitched and needy, fisting the sheets as he tried to keep his hips planted on the bed. You didn’t need to rile him up for long before the telltale signs of his incoming orgasm were apparent - his legs shaking, his breaths shallow and loud.
“Cum for me baby boy,” you cooed, enjoying the way his face scrunched and his back arched. Ropes of his cum dribbled through and landed messily over your fingers as you continued stroking him till he was whining. His dick was a bright red, still insanely hard as he tried to catch his breath, an arm over his eyes.
He didn’t notice you strip, not until you were easily sliding him into you, using his cum as lubrication. You could see the hazy look in his tear-lined eyes as overstimulation took over. Leaning over you kissed him tenderly, giving him a minute before starting to rock your hips.
“I got you, baby,” you said, caressing his cheek as he smiled in a daze, losing himself in the pleasure of your walls.
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