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Member Profile - Yoongi

Yoongi:

Kink Level - Fairly Low, but happy to go along with what makes you happy
Experiment Level - Low, but open
Position - Switch, Sub-leaning; Level - Medium
Kinks - Praise (giving and receiving), Neck play (giving and receiving), Being ridden, Being given instructions, Auralism, Care (giving, during and after), Voyeurism
Overall - Yoongi is the type that feels like he has to be cool when people are watching him. He is quiet, calm, cool, and collected in the eyes of the world, so when he has someone he trusts (I don't really see him as much of a hookup guy) he wants to let down those walls and be all-in with his lover. He would be the kind of guy who craves sweetness, tenderness, and passion, showing you how good he feels and wanting to know how good he makes you feel, but pretty vanilla as far as rounds of sex go. He's in it for the connection, someone who doesn't expect him to be the tough guy, though outside of the bedroom he's fiercely protective. And...dear gods...the pretty things that would come out of his mouth while pleasuring you.

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"Babe?" you poked your head into the dimly-lit studio to look at you boyfriend, "Have you eaten?"

"I'll eat dinner," he grunted, not looking up from his work, "I promise I'll put it away before you get back home."

"Well then pack it up," you shook your head, giggling, "It's way past dinner. I got home 35 minutes ago. I just wanted to shower before I bothered you."

"Shit," his eyes were big as he finally looked up at you, "It was my night to cook. I'm so sorry, Baby."

You pulled on his hands, noticing the wince that flickered across his face as he stood for the first time in what was likely hours. You gave him a sympathetic pout, keeping his hands in yours as you guided him down the hall and to the couch, where you sat on it with your legs spread so he could sit in front of you.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi apologized again, groaning as you loosened the knots in his back.

"We'll order out," you continued your massage, "Don't worry about it. I know this song has been hard."

"I blame you," he chuckled jokingly, "It's hard to write about loss and sadness when you're here making me happy." He ran his hand on your leg appreciatively, "Especially when you smell like cherries and wear your cutest pyjamas."

"They don't even match!" you pushed him lightly, hugging around his shoulders when he leaned back into you instead, "Leftover PJs is what does it for you, Min?"

Yoongi gripped your legs at his sides playfully, "Oh yeah, for sure. The college sorority look is it," he laughed, "All the pillow fights and wine coolers? There are whole movies about that kind of thing."

He dragged you around his body, tickling you and making you squawk out in laughter as he attacked your ribs, kicking your legs and begging for him to stop. When he finally did, it was to look into your eyes with adoration and a huge smile on his face.

"I love you, Angel," he cooed, wrapping his arms around your and kissing your cheeks and nose, "You're too good to me."

You dragged your hands up his arms, resting your wrists behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. You appreciated his work ethic, supported him in achieving his dreams and aspirations, but you spent more than a few nights feeling lonely or needy when he worked until the middle of the night and laid down next to you too exhausted to stay conscious beyond a few sweet kisses. Having him in your arms, attention on you as his breaths fanned over your neck between nips to your throat, reminded you of how long it had been since you'd felt his touch. He recognized the sound of your whimpers and sighs, the neediness in your hands as they began to roam over his chest and back up to tug at his hair, the sight of your nipples hardening under your tank top and the feel of your thighs rubbing together for friction as warmth pooled between them.

"Angel," he purred at your ear, "I need you."

You let your head fall back, moaning as he ran his nose down the column of your neck, laying kisses to your collarbone and nuzzling the swell of your breast. He tongued and bit at your nipple through the thin material of your top, his gravely voice  making light growls that vibrated against your heated skin. You smiled in satisfaction as he laid you fully onto the couch, moving his body over yours and grinding down onto your core with the pent erection that waited in his loose shorts, his own smile pressing to your clothed ribs as he felt your hands push him down until his face was level with your core. 

"Fuck," he bit out breathlessly, the memory of your taste already making his mouth water, "Tell me I can have it, Angel," his nimble fingers were already inside the waistband of your shorts, "Tell me how you feel."

"Yes," your voice was light as air, ending on a mewl as the air of the room chilled your wetness when your shorts and panties were pushed down your legs, "Yoongi, I missed you."

He groaned in agreement as he helped you kick your bottoms off the rest of the way, settling himself between your thighs and pushing two fingers into your dripping sex slowly. He watched with rapt attention as they slid in and out, loving the way your voice pitched when he curled them just right. His other hand held you open, exposing the bud so he could feather flicks and circles over it just as slow. He hated making you wait, your happiness his reason to live, but he loved building you up slow. Every minute, every second, the sound of your pleasure better than any melody he could write, heavier than any beat he could create, and welling more pride in his chest than any completed work. His lithe tongue found more pressure as you chanted his name, his hand moving faster as he pulled you past the edge of sanity.

"Yoongi...Yoongiohgod...so good...I'mgonnacome...oh god...yes...yes!"

Finally giving in, he sucked your clir into his mouth, tongue lashing rapidly as you clenched around his digits and unraveled just for him, just how he loved it most. His body snaked back up your own, one hand pressing under your top and rucking it up your skin as the other continued to slip in and out of you at a slowed pace once again. He pulled your top off, letting you do the same to him just before shoving his shorts down just below his perky ass.

"I'm sorry," he apologized once again, rubbing his tip through the wetness of your folds, "I'll do better, Baby. I love you...ah, I love you for understanding...but I know you need me just like I need you..."

His words trailed off in a soft moan as he thrust into you. He went slow, but deep, swirling his hips to give you every possible sensation in each stroke. You wrapped your legs around him, locking your ankles at the small of his back as you rolled your body to meet him, yourr voice going higher with every roll of his body. His large hand cupped your face, arm propped on his elbow, the other fondling your breast just the way you liked it.

"You're my everything," he breathed, "My Angel...so pretty...perfect...so perfect...fuckIloveyou...make me feel so good...I love you, Baby..." his thrusts sped up, emotions adding to his fervor, making you feel even more of him, "I c-can feel you...fuck I can feel you coming, Angel...yesjustlikethat...yeah...come with me, Baby!"

Your ankles unlatched just as he pinned your hips to the cushions with his hands, snapping his hips to give it to you hard enough to drag you to the ledge with him. When you fell, you fell together, names sung each other's lips and bodies sawing together to wring every drop of rapture from one another. As you finally relaxed, a soft smile crept over Yoongi's beautiful face, his fingers brushing your hair back from your face.

"Let's make a deal," he grinned at you adoringly, "We should both cut our hours. I make enough to take care of us, we should focus on us instead of working all the time."

"You don't have to change for me," you kissed his pouty lips, "I love you just the way you are, Yoongi."

"Not just for you, for us," he pulled out carefully, switching his weight to lay beside you with his arms wrapped around you as you face one another, "I want to make a life with you, Angel. We've worked hard to get where we are, it's time we enjoyed it."

You nodded your head, unable to hide your smile, "I like the sound of that."

"Me too," he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, "Let's order food, so we can start planning right away."