Thread by @bittermoonworks

[ 🐱🔞💦 bttm!yg x teacher ]

After a flying yoga run ep Yg asks the instructor for a private session.

#bttmyoon #bottomyoongi

🖤 nsfw🔞
🖤 bttm!🐱
🖤 dubcon
🖤 groping
🖤 handjobs
🖤 rough sex
🖤 felching

Everything is fictional.
Fiction ≠ reality!

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He didn't think he could do any of it but apparently he succeeded well. Just as his other beloved members.

Only that he wanted to go through some of the figures again, on his own this time.

The energy they had all together was insane, it was so much fun.

But now he would like to try alone.

He arranged to stay after and had a rest and a drink of water. Having had a little break Yg felt a newfound energy in his body.

He was already warmed up and stretched so they could start right away.

He couldn't wait. He was fascinated with the way some of the moves that seemed to make no sense became a beautiful pose in the end.

Yg carefully listened to the instructions and concentrated on doing everything thoroughly, albeit a little slow.

But the instructor assured him they had plenty of time.

He helped the producer to reach his feet where they were supposed to go and kept straightening his shoulders. Yg was glad he had his full attention.

He couldn't help but admire the man, his amazing body that looked so bulky yet so flexible and graceful. He was a little jealous because he wished he had the same.

After sharing this thought out loud he was showered with unexpected compliments.

That he looked buff yet dainty. That his chest looked very good and was also very nice to touch. That he had elegant legs and was just the right amount of fit and lithe.

Yg kept tucking his long hair away from his face and raising his shoulders in a coquettish way.

His cheeks felt a bit too warm and he realized he was probably blushing. Which was very visible in such a well lit room.

- We're not filming anymore, - he said, - Can we maybe make the lights a little dim? I'd feel better this way. If you don't mind, songsaenim?

- You're so polite, - he responded, - Of course we can.

They continued working on figures and Yg perfected them, slowly but determingly. He got more praise for his effort and he was glowing from all the nice words said his way.

After he was told he could do whatever he wanted.

Yoongi got one thigh tightly wrapped in purple fabric and was trying to find the balance. The teacher waited until he asked for help and now he managed to do it right with a strong hand on his chest and another on his back.

- It's not only good in photos but great practice for..

- For what? - Yg was too curious for his own good but he could read the room very well.

He flickered his eyelashes and waited for the answer.

- For intimate purposes, of course. It's a handy device to position your partner the way that is comfortable and go on doing fun stuff.

- Ohh, - Yg said softly, - Can you show me?

- Sure, Yg-ssi. You look a little uncomfortable in those pants though already. Would you like to take them off?

Gods, Yg thought. He was starting to think he would never notice how actually hot and uncomfortable he was in them.

Only when he got his leg out of the fabric with his teacher's assistance and pulled his pants over the swell of his full butt he realized what he chose to wear from his underwear drawer this morning.

It was too late to go back because he heard a gasp behind him.

Yg bent over and pulled his pants off completely, which left him in a black thong and a beige tshirt. He decided to ignore the instructor's reaction for now and just innocently looked back at him.

- Show me, songsaenim? Please? - he added sweetly.

His thigh was again tightly wrapped in the fabric and fixated in the air. His other knee was pulled quite far from the right one and securely fit into the folds of the hammock.

He was suspended in the air and held onto the two strings of fabric that he was gripping tightly.

He was supporting himself by holding on with his hands and that was the only thing that kept him upwards.

- There you go, Yg-ssi, looking good there, - he heard behind himself.

He could swear he felt a soft pat on his behind and was sure he didn't imagine it.

- Is that a good position then?

His tone was getting just a little darker, sultrier. His catlike eyes were hooded and he was shamelessly ogling his instructor when he wasn't looking.

- Depends what for exactly but yes, it's a great one. - he got the answer and a pat on his back

Yg licked his lips, noticing how the teacher was watching him in the mirror.

- For bottoming.

There was a short silence after which the man added:

- It's just right for it, Yg-ssi.

Yg hummed and the next second he felt something akin to a cramp where his crotch connected with his leg. It's not that often he worked those muscles and he always struggled with them during his gym sessions.

He moaned in his discomfort and a little bit of pain, loud and long.

He had the man at his hand and foot, rushing to assist him.

- Is there any pain, Yg- ssi?

- Yes, - he said through the gritted teeth and explain where it was.

Strong hand went to rub and knead at his thigh and he verbally guided it where he needed it the most right now.

The discomfort was dissipating as the fingers moved in a slow steady rhythm. They moved closer and closer to his crotch and were grazing the fabric of his thong with the knuckles.

He felt fire simmering in his lower belly and he was getting hot and bothered.

The undeniable arousal was making his dick twitch and starting to swell. He closed his eyes and tried to fight it, willing his chub away but to no avail.

He was held in the air tightly, suspended, almost restrained. And maybe that temporary inability to move was only adding +

excitement to his current state.

- It's okay, Yg-ssi, - he heard. - It happens from time to time.

- Ah, really? - he was still fighting it but soon gave up.

He was pretty hard right now, the small piece of fabric of his underwear unable to hide it.

His leg was now fine but the fingers didn't stop.

And then he felt them on his growing cock and he threw his head back.

- Ah! No! - he moaned as he was being teased with fingers that were rubbing circles on his clothed shaft.

- Ugh, don't, it... it will not go away the-en!

- Then why don't you just let it go, hmm, Yg-ssi?

He grunted as the big hand cupped his solid hard length and squeezed a little tighter.

He was pretty big but still it felt like that palm easily covered all of him, gliding along his dick and ballsack.

- AH, please, - he whined

The hand went inside the underwear, pushing the fabric aside, while the other went around him and grabbed his buff pec, before finding and pinching his nipple through his shirt.

He felt the muscled body that pressed into him from behind and he felt the other man's bulge.

It was fitting nicely between his asscheeks and he wiggled his butt, almost falling over in the process.

- Stay like that, - the teacher said and left him hanging in the hammock with a aching cock, begging to be touched.

He was soon back and Yg heard the sound that was familiar

It was undoubtedly a bottle of lube.

He got tightly grabbed by the curves over his hips and slicked fingers pulled his thong to the side before doing a quick job of stretching him.

The fingers felt thick while prepping him, efficiently going in and out of his pink hole.

He whimpered and moaned, not ready for such fast intrusion. But soon the burn was replaced with pleasure, like it usually happens and he even tried to push back on the digits.

Only that didn't work at all soon as he was in the air, helpless, and held by the grip on his hip.

Soon his loose entrance was left empty and Yg was manhandled so the teacher could wrap the fabric around his thighs. He held tightly onto the binds and pulled the producer in.

Hard cockhead was pressed into his rim and the binds were pulled, spearing him onto the thick cock.

Gods, it was so big, borderline too much. His insides were on fire as he felt his tight walls parting under the force of the wide veiny shaft.

He pleaded and whined, mumbling incoherent words but the man didn't stop. He didn't want him to anymore, gladly letting him go on.

Yg cried out loud and held on for dear life as he was used as a personal fuckdoll, thrusted into roughly while being complimented in filthy words.

- Such a pretty tight hole, - he heard the man grunt as he was plunging into him, slapping his butt with his hips and his balls.

- Perfect babydoll to use as a cum dumpster.

Yg whiled and shouted as he was mercilessly penetrated by the fat girth, stopping only to spit over his stretched hole again and again.

He was hanging in the air breathless, unable to speak with the force of the trusts.

When the teacher stayed deep inside him, grinding hard on his abused prostate, he felt his ass being filled with hot come as the calloused palm rubbed circles into his buttcheeks.

The man pulled out and quickly knelt behind him.

His puffy stretched rim was sucked on hard. The instructor slurped on his come that was leaking out of Yg's ass and then rapidly turned him around, almost making him fall.

Yg squealed as he got pushed to lay on the fabric in the air, with his knees bent. He was still helpless.

And he remained this way as his aching cock was swallowed and sucked nicely, making him come within a couple of minutes.

He wailed from the pleasurable sensations as he was jerked and milked dry. He relaxed in the folds of fabric and he felt absolutely spent.

He could safely assume he nailed this activity the best he could.

He was ready to try something new again. Maybe after a couple more of such private sessions.

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~the end~