He practically ruins the button of your favorite shorts. But you don't care when his fingers find your clit, roughly circle as his tongue dominates yours. Yoongi doesn't let you get used to the addicting pleasure. He dips lower, parting your lips to coat his fingertips. "You're fucking dripping." The predator in his voice is too much to bear as you squirm against him. Your feet arch off the ground when he slides an inch inside. "Little slut."

Oh fuck. You weren't expecting that. Nor do you expect how much it turns you on. Your cunt clenches like a vice around his finger. It makes him scoff. "Knew it. So obedient when you're about to get dick." A second finger makes you mew, and you wish he wasn't so right. When he curls into you, you involuntarily push yourself into him for more.

You'd die before admitting it, but Yoongi has real talent between your legs.

You have to distract yourself, or else you'll be coming all too soon. Your hands tear at his jeans, yanking them down enough to grab a handful of his cock. It's about average in length, pale, but god, so thick you want to whine at the thought of it stretching you. "Cute," is the first thing you say, because it pisses him off.

"Not gonna be so cute when it's making you scream like the cockslut you are."

Yoongi makes sure your eyes follow him when he extracts his fingers only to slip them between his lips. He keeps his mouth open, letting you see how his tongue slides in-between every digit. At least he has the courtesy to wipe them on a nearby towel before he fits his hand in the curve of your waist.

You guide his swollen cock to you, fitting the glistening head against your lower lips. "Do it then. Or are you full of shit?"

The first delicious inch plunges into you, coaxing moans from you both. The second Yoongi buries himself inside your heat, it's like whatever he was holding back disappears. There's no slow ramp up, no inevitable build that usually makes you crave more and more. He's off sprinting from the get go as he drenches himself in your wetness. The sheer girth makes you whimper like you can't handle it, but that's not about to stop him as he sheaths his entire cock in the space of a few thrusts.

The only thought left in your mind is that this almost makes all those difficult shifts worth it. Almost.

Sweat drips down your brows as you work in tandem, bodies fitting together with undeniable chemistry as you meet his every slam. He stretches you in a way that ensures you'll be dreaming about his cock for a while to come. All the while, his lips pinch at the bare skin your top exposes to leave purpling marks behind. His free hand digs into the flesh of your ass.

It doesn't take you long to realize that these are not regular thrusts. No, these are the unbridled strokes of a man blowing past the stop sign and veering right into uncontrollable climax. "So tight, damn it." He's starting to reach your core with his pumps, cock leaving you aching with how it punishes your pretty pussy. "Why do you feel so fucking good?" Guttural groans bounce off the walls of the backroom, animalistic and rough.

But oh. Wait. He's—!

You feel a sudden splurt as he empties himself into you, the thick load of cum exploding right into your quivering walls. His moan is especially loud, practically a roar through clenched teeth and bruised lips. You're left wanting, climax fluttering out of reach as his hips are forced to slow by fatigue.

You exhale hard. "D-Did you just—"

"Shut up," Yoongi gasps, trying to summon his strength but he needs to brace against the counter with whitening palms to ride out the unexpected high. "Fuck. Fuck!"

His softening cock slips from your slit, a strand of creamy cum clinging to the head. You can feel it slowly trickle out of your slightly aching cunt as your heart jackhammers still in your chest. But that's partly because you're fighting to stifle the instinctive laughter that wants release through the haze of lust.

"The one time, Yoongi. The one time you're early, and it's this?" Okay, maybe you can't hold it back as you squeeze your eyes shut, aware that you're pushing out cum with every giggle. Truth is, you don't actually mind, but you could never pass up this opportunity to pay him back for all his teasing.

There's a soft thud.

It's when Yoongi's frustrating mouth is laid flush over your slit that you realize the sound was him dropping to his knees. He starts with a long, noisy slurp, drinking the mixture of seed and your juices before his tongue moves onto your clit. Cheeks slightly hollowing, he sucks at your bead with a fierce fervor. You're so pent up from earlier that you just let go, thighs trembling as orgasm floods over your system.

"Yoongi...!" It's your turn to yank at his hair as you come for him with shuddering gasps, great inhales of breath that still aren't enough to soothe your desperate lungs. Pleasure overwhelms your senses and actually makes you feel grateful for Yoongi's mouth as your knees buck. Your toes curl in your sneakers, a delirious smile plastered across your parted lips.

"You were saying?" Yoongi snarls, nipping at your inner thigh with a bit of teeth before he's right back at your clit. There's no decorum here as he feasts, laps up every last drop of your wetness like ambrosia. He can feel the pulse of your cunt against his tongue, reaffirming that he has you bent to his will, hooked on his poison.

"Too much. It's too much, Yoongi...!" Your clit is swollen, sensitive with climax but Yoongi doesn't give. He just swirls the tip of his tongue around the bead, insistently stimulating you to force the pain to melt into pleasure. You must be crazy, you think, because it's actually starting to feel good again.

"Nah."

Multiple orgasms have never come easy to you before, but it seems like Yoongi aims to shatter that tonight. His fingers come into play, rubbing your clit while he plunges his tongue into the hole that still remains slightly stretched from his thick cock. He never lets you rest, switching between sensations to keep you guessing what's coming next. You hate him, truly. Him and his wicked, wicked tongue.

"Close?" He has the audacity to ask, even though he knows too well by the shiver of your legs and the crescendo of your moans. So he chooses to slow down. All the way down until he's barely touching you at all, but enough to remind you of what he could be doing.

"Asshole, let me cum."

He pauses after one excruciating stroke across your slit. "Hmm. You get to cum only if you stop nagging me every damn shift about being late." Even with his lips smeared with your arousal, he's smirking.

"Pfft. You wish." Honestly, you're shocked that you can still manage sarcasm when he's ruined your brain with that tongue.

"Why can't you just let such a small thing slide? Need me to remove the stick up your ass while I'm down here?"

You force him to look up with the fist in his hair. "Because I fucking fight for what I believe in, even if it's something you consider 'small'. I'm not gonna just lie down and take it."

Shock pulses into his eyes like a lightning bolt: gone by your next blink.

"So you can not let me cum. You can be late every single day for the rest of eternity. But I'm going to keep calling you on your bullshit."

You're pretty sure he's going to leave you hanging. In fact, you'd be surprised if he didn't, if only to save his pride. But it looks like Yoongi's full of surprises today.

He drags you closer. Your hips are rocking, uncontrollable in your search for release. You don't even care that your moans have turned into feeble whines because you can barely straddle the line between pain and bliss. Yoongi's sucking like his life depends on it. Well, it's true you might just kill him if he stops again.

"Fuck!" Your curse is thrown against the opposite wall as you arch, the pressure in your stomach dissipating like a sprung coil into wild throbbing. Your head tilted back, hair flying wildly from your dilapidated ponytail, you just pant as the crest passes. The drumming settles into an utterly satisfying pulse as bliss seeps its way through your veins.

Even your bones feel weak from the back-to-back orgasms, but damn if that wasn't incredible.

Yoongi extracts himself coolly, wipes his shiny lips with the back of his hand. He looks perfectly unruffled, as if his mouth wasn't just devastating you. He throws you a dishtowel but not a second glance. "Clean the place up," he drawls, tone so arrogant as he stalks to the door. "You made a mess."