Thigh-High || M
►Character: BTS’s Yoongi || You
►Summary: Yoongi really loves buying new lingerie for you, guess what he got for you tonight
►Genre: Smut; Daddy kink; Dom!Yoongi
►Word Count: 1, 489
► Hey guys~ Long time no see~ Lol! This is a reward for you guys who have been patiently waiting for me and for those sweet anons here and the comments on aff, you guys really
► Btw, this is not rough at all, and I hope this is the ‘daddy’ that you mean >//<
The white cotton sheet rustled underneath you, tickling your smooth naked body, only clad in a black lacy bra and thongs, a pair of sheer black stockings covered your legs up until your mid-thigh. Your breath rushed in and out of your lungs through your parted swollen lips as your dark hooded eyes followed the every of Yoongi’s movement in the dim room. His eyes gleamed underneath the dim light, his lips twisted in a coy smirk, watching you writhing on his bed, waiting for his touch. A whimper tumbled from your throat, your fingers balled the fabric underneath you, your thighs rubbed together in attempt to ease the ache between your hip. “Yoongi, please…” He tsks, his eyes stern in you making you swallow. “Rephrase that sweetheart.” You pressed your hip into the mattress with your knees bend. “Daddy…” The word came out as a mere whisper making Yoongi chuckle. His eyes dropped to the blooming dark spot on your chest making him bit his lips. “Good enough but, you’ll have to scream for me later, baby girl.” He curled his finger at you, motioning for you to go towards him. Not waiting for another command, you quickly crawled towards him who was standing by the end of the bed. Once you reached him, you stood on your knees, making you level with his chest, the top of your head stopped just below his chin. Yoongi buried his fingers into your thick hair, feeling every silky strand between his fingers.
“Undress me.” Capturing your plump lower lips between your teeth, you reached for the button of his shirt, releasing one by one to reveal a smooth fair skin of his firm chest. His arms flexed when he dropped his hands to rest on your hip before sliding lower to grope on the flesh of your ass making a soft gasp spilling from you when his fingers brush against your wet core. You look up at him through your lashes, making sure to bite the corner of your lips as you push the thin fabric off his shoulders. He shrugged it off before helping you with his belt buckle, pulling the leather out of the loops before releasing it to fall on the floor with a thud. He pushed you back on the bed before crawling on top of you, his hands captured both of your wrists to pin them above your head, pulling them high enough to make your back curve and your limb taut. “This stays here.” Swallowing, you obeyed. Yoongi skimmed his fingers down your body, caressing every curve, fiddling with the lacy hem of your thigh high before humming in content. “I chose well, didn’t I, sweetheart?” Your ragged breathing hushed in and out of your lungs through your swollen lips that were parted, tempting enough to make Yoongi twitch in the strain of his dress pants. The silky fabric of it caressed either side of your thighs as he straddled you. He cocked his eyebrow at you, obviously waiting for your answer.
“Yes, daddy.” The corner of his lips pushed up into a smirk. He slid his palms on the smooth skin of your waist before slipping behind the curve of your back to unclip your bra and taking it off, revealing your hardened nipples, jutted out towards him as your back arched slightly. Yoongi let the rough pad of his thumb graze against your sensitive bud, sending jolts of lust through your body. You whimpered your fingers fisted the silky sheet above your head, trying to anchor yourself. He gnawed his bottom lips, trying to bite back the coy grin that tried to creep on his lips. Feeling himself throb in his pants, he watched at how you wiggle your body, trying to get some friction either on your nipples or in between your thighs. He pulled himself back to pry your legs apart before settling himself between them. His fingers sneakily slid into your panties, seeing how the fabric cling to your core with a small dark spot formed, he could tell that you’re drenched, and he was right. You whimpered when Yoongi grazed his fingers against your slit, wetting his fingertips before slowly sinking one finger in easily. You can’t help the small whine that left your lips; your eyes fluttered close at the feeling of his finger scraping against your hot walls. “So wet for daddy aren’t you baby girl?” His words came in hazy but you snapped back to reality when a sharp smack landed on your thigh. You whimpered when the spot burned a bit, spitting out a shaky answer. “Yes, daddy. Only for you.” You wanted to beg for him, plead him to fuck you into oblivion but you knew better. He wouldn’t do exactly what you want. Not tonight. He just wants to savor the feeling of your flushed skin underneath his towering form, feeling how vulnerable you are underneath his touch. Pulling out of you, he didn’t miss the small sound of protest from you yet you didn’t say anything. You watched as he licks his digit clean. Hooking his fingers on the elastic of your thong, he pulled them down, peeling it off your soaked core before throwing it away somewhere in the room. Only clad the thigh high, you tremble on the bed feeling too exposed as you’re sure Yoongi could directly see your soaking slit.
Yoongi almost groans at the sight before him. Feeling his patience run thin, he pulled back, away from you to stand at the foot of the bed before taking off his pants. Letting the fabric fell on the floor with a soft thud, his brief following suit to free his rigid shaft that immediately stood proud against his lower belly. Your breath hitched, although you’ve seen him naked before but it never failed to make you awestruck. Swallowing, you parted your legs obediently to let Yoongi slip in between your thighs. His fingers caressed the ample flesh on your thigh before lodging himself in between. Managed to pull out a condom from his pants pocket earlier, he rolls the snug rubber on, giving his shaft a few pumps before aligning himself on your opening. You throw your head back, your eyes shut close, waiting for the pleasurable stretch but a stinging slap landed on your thigh instead, making you snap your eyes open. “Look at me, doll. Look at me while I fuck you.” Obeying you fixed your hazy gaze on him, watching how his dark eyes bore into yours. With a fluid motion, he slid in, groaning at how your hot channel wraps around him, swallowing him full. Your lips parted, letting out a small whine but your eyes still fixed on him, not daring to look away. After giving you a few minutes, he started to move, thrusting in and out of you in a fast but steady pace. The sound of his hip slapping against yours echoed across the room, the lewd sloshing sound made you flushed, feeling the tension in your belly building. With every thrust, Yoongi huffed a breath, his eyes never left yours, seeing how hard it is for you to maintain eye contact with him, your eyes dark with lust. Leaning down, he crashed his lips against yours, letting his tongue invade your parted lips, caressing your palate and massaging your tongue, stealing your breath away. Once he breaks the kiss, you gasped for the lost air, swallowing the pooling saliva as your fingers had disobeyed his order to wrap around his biceps, creating a deep crescent dent that sure gonna bruise the next morning.
Yoongi could feel you’re close, your core clenching around his erection making him thrust harder but sloppier as he too was chasing his own orgasm. With a few snaps of his hip, your back arched into his chest, your climax tore through your limbs, sending you to cloud nine as a loud cry of his name spilled from your swollen lips. Yoongi grunts, feeling you tighten around him makes him erupt, reaching his own orgasm as well, spilling his hot seeds into the condom. He slumped down, managing to catch himself before he could crash you down, bracing himself on his elbow. Planting a peck on your shoulder, he pulled himself out making you sigh at the sudden emptiness. Yoongi willed himself up to roll the condom off before dumping it in the trash. You rolled over so that Yoongi could pull the blanket over you before climbing back on the bed along next to you, embracing you into his warm arms. He let out a deep sigh, fanning the top of your head as you snuggled into his chest. “I should buy you more lingerie if it’s gonna turn out like this.” A grin broke on your lips you can’t help but laugh at what he just said. Luckily, he has a great taste.