maybe yoongi likes you a bit more than you thought.

a/n: this is a POV shift of the smut scene from First Sip!

Yoongi likes work.

Well, to be more accurate, he likes music-related work. He likes to drown himself in it until he can't remember anything else but major chords and minor scales and drumming beats. He'd rather work than sleep during those bursts of inspiration. He also likes free coffee, which is why he'd applied to this café in the first place. He doesn't mind the whole customer service thing since he's so good at faking it when he needs to.

But the one thing he can't fucking stand? You. The loudmouthed co-worker he's currently buried up to his balls in. The one moaning while speared on his cock. The one whose pretty skin he can't stop from marking all over with a needy mouth.

He hates himself for loving every second of this.

"Why do you feel so fucking good?" Yoongi growls, the closest he'll get to admitting what you do to him.

It's almost embarrassing, how you got his cock so rock hard with just a few kisses. But it's not his fault! He's just... thought about this scenario a few times before. Most of it revolves around shutting you up with his cock. Yeah, fuck, it'd be hot to watch you choke on him with slick spit around your lips and his cum down your throat. You're so damn attractive, he thinks to himself as he watches your cunt take and squeeze his dick, even with that never-ending barrage of backtalk and sarcasm. Or maybe because of it.

Either way, this has probably been the best fuck he's had in the last few years. And if he's being completely honest (hah, like that'll happen), probably the best ever. Part of him wants all else to fade into obscurity so he can feel nothing but this wetness wrapped around him, hear nothing but the unforgettable soundtrack of your little pants and sweet moans. What other noises can he coax from you? Where else are you so soft and—

Oh shit.

Yoongi realizes too late that he got lost in the pleasure. That telltale feeling is coming up too fast, too soon. He tries to yank himself out of it, to think of anything else to stave off impending end but look at you, twisting under his spread hands, rutting back against him shamelessly with grinds of your hips and he just loses it.

Climax is rough and ruthless, slaps of his body against yours as he sends cum shooting right into your core. He can't recognize his own moans with this much pleasure forcing them out. Hell, for like ten seconds, he can't even remember his name.

When he can finally breathe again, he finds you barely holding back giggles.

"The one time, Yoongi. The one time you're early, and it's this?"

You look so pleased with yourself, so mockingly amused at his slip-up that annoyance replaces the residual bliss in his veins. Fuck that. He's not gonna let you think that you have the upper hand. Not now, not ever. He said he'd make you scream, and that's exactly what he intends to do. Yoongi drops to his knees.

The first taste is so bitter, but he doesn't stop. He laps with the flat of his tongue, going harder where he normally likes to take his time, but he knows you can take it. Especially when your hands dig into his hair and yeah, it smarts a bit, but he lets you tug. He really feels the burn when your leg muscles give out. Your nails start to dig in as he really sucks at your clit, but it's worth it. He watches you cum through his long eyelashes, his name rolling off your lips in a desperate gasp that knows he'll be replaying in his mind the next time he jerks off.

"You were saying?" He snarls, feeling a nice boost to his bruised ego. But he's not done yet. His tongue goes right back to where it was, tip more aggressive than ever against your flesh. He can tell by your surprise that a double orgasm is probably rare, and that just makes him feel all the cockier. So, he decides to tease you. He decelerates, watching you squirm in frustrated response as he feather-lightly traces your pressure points.

"You get to cum only if you stop nagging me every damn shift about being late," he says. Two birds, one stone. He lazily laps up the trail of saliva that follows his tongue to your cunt to show you he's in charge, and he's in no hurry.

But then you say something that catches him off guard.

Even when he's got you on the rails, literally on the brink of orgasm, you don't compromise. "I fucking fight for what I believe in." Even though you're spitting the words out between embarrassingly horny moans, you don't stop. "I'm going to keep calling you on your bullshit." Your leg quivers as you say it, but you meet his gaze head on.

And just maybe, Yoongi sees a side of you that he doesn't hate.

Before he knows what he's doing, he's yanking you closer. The lackadaisical pace disappears and back is that ravenous mouth, sucking so hard he can feel both of your legs tense around him. His neck hurts from all the craning but fuck it, he can't stop. He needs to see you cum again. Wants to feel you cinch around him with pleasure that only he can give you.

You give him his wish soon enough, hips bucking wantonly into his face, smearing arousal all over him as you lose control of your quivering voice. The filthy moans bounce off the walls and he wants you to be even louder as you flood him with sweetness. Fucking sexy is his only thought, startling even himself as your peak begins its ebb.

Before his mind can betray him further, Yoongi surges up, pulls away from your heat. He throws a nearby towel at you, hoping it distracts from the cock that's again tenting his hastily drawn-up briefs. His mind again feels groggy, thick with lust, so he just says the first thing that pops into it. "Clean the place up." The taste of you lingers on his numb tongue. "You made a mess." But really, he hopes some of the mess he left inside you remains too.