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Yoongi watches as the girl takes the headphones off and walks towards the door of the recording booth. She stays by the door, hands behind her back and looking at Yoongi with big eyes.
“You did a good job, Danielle,” he praises.
It has her blushing, squirming in place under Yoongi’s eyes. “Thank you, o-oppa.”
She’s shy even after Yoongi was the one to ask her to call him oppa. “ Just so you’re more comfortable around me, ” he had told her.
He gives him a small, reassuring smile. “Do you want to listen to it?”
She nods eagerly, getting closer to where Yoongi is sitting on his chair, in front of the screen. she stands awkwardly beside him, not knowing what to do—there’s no other chair for her to sit.
“Ah, sorry I don’t have another chair. It broke yesterday,” he explains, rubbing the back of his neck in faux embarrassment.
“It’s okay, oppa, I can stay standing,” she is quick to reassure.
“No, no. None of that. You can take my chair. Or…” he trails off, looking at Danielle’s face as he pats his thigh, signaling for her to sit there.
Even in the dark of Yoongi’s studio, he can see the way the girl’s cheeks turn a bright red, her big doe eyes widening a fraction at Yoongi’s petition. She doesn’t have enough time to even think about a response because then Yoongi’s grabbing her by the waist and practically manhandling her onto his lap.
She gasps, taken completely by surprise, but doesn’t say anything. He’s her senior, after all, and he’s helping with their new album. So she stays quiet and still on his lap, like a good girl.
“Here,” Yoongi hands her a pair of headphones, which she takes in her smaller, delicate hands and places them over her head.
Yoongi waits until she gives him a small nod before he’s pressing play . As she focuses her attention on the song she just recorded, Yoongi takes the chance to really look at her.
Danielle’s eyes are big as she listens intently. She came into the studio straight from a photoshoot, so her makeup is done, eyelids sparkly with glitter and soft blush on her cheeks, her lips are reddish because of a lollipop she’d been eating when she came in, and her hair is up in two little space buns. She’s wearing a white polo top and a short, short gray skirt, alluding to a school uniform, and it just turns Yoongi on even more.
She’s so cute —the five of the girls are cute, but there’s something about Danielle that drives Yoongi kind of crazy. He’s been keeping an eye on her since she started training at the company but didn’t really have the chance to talk to her until he was asked if he could work with the girls for their new album. Of course, he didn’t refuse, he wanted to be as close to them—to Danielle—as he could.
He places his hands on Danielle’s small waist, carefully as to not startle her. Yoongi rubs soothing circles along the girl’s waist, down her hips—she feels so small in his hands, and it has Yoongi’s half-hard cock twitching in his pants.
Yoongi lets his hands travel down until they’re on Danielle’s naked thighs, where her skirt has risen up a bit, revealing even more soft skin. The girl jolts at his touch, but doesn’t move away, just lets Yoongi’s fingers trail over her legs and relaxes a bit more on Yoongi’s lap. She squirms, her legs snapping closed when Yoongi lets his hands travel further until they’re under her skirt, fingers trapped between her thighs. He doesn’t mind, just pries the girl’s legs open again, watching as she gulps and lets out a shuddering breath.
“C-can I listen to it again, oppa?” she asks softly, stuttering a bit.
“Of course,” Yoongi murmurs into her ear, leaning over to play the song again.
His fingers trail over Danielle’s soft skin, feeling as it rises in goosebumps, and goes up until he can brush the girl’s underwear with the tip of his fingers. He raises an eyebrow, No shorts? he wonders.
She squirms on his lap, and the movement has her grinding against his—still clothed—hard cock. It makes him groan quietly, head thumping back against the backrest of his chair. She goes with him, resting pliant against his chest, legs open and small hands gripping the armrests.
Yoongi doesn’t think twice before pushing the skirt up and her panties to the side, his fingers quick to slide between her slit. She’s wet , and her cunt is soft and free of hair—probably waxed—and when Yoongi leans to look over her shoulder, he can see just how pink she is.
“ Fuck, ” he murmurs as his fingers slide between her folds, the tips circling around her tight hole, feeling just how she’s gushing slick. Her whole body trembles when he grinds his thumb against her clit, a small moan leaving her mouth, and she sounds so sweet.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asks huskily, the tip of his fingers barely caressing her wet cunt.
She shakes her head no , her hands gripping the armrests harder.
“No, hm?” he asks with a tilt of curiosity in his voice. “Never made yourself feel good, never had a boy make you feel good?” when she shakes her head no again, he almost moans. It drives him fucking crazy, knowing he’s going to be her first—her first fingers in her cunt, her first orgasm, her first cock, her first man .
Oh, he’s going to make her feel so good.
“And would you like oppa to make you feel good, hm?”
She doesn’t say anything, but she also doesn’t stand up nor stops his hand when it goes back to touch her. Danielle trembles when he rubs her hard, little clit with his thumb.
“Oppa’s gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he murmurs, index finger sliding through the wet lips, rubbing her small hole. He pushes the tip of his finger in and it barely fits inside, her hole so tight and even more so as she clenches around it. “Fuck, you’re so tight—gonna feel so good around my cock.”
She lets out a shuddering breath when Yoongi’s finger breaches her hole completely, waiting only for a second before sliding it out just to slam it back inside. She whines, in pleasure or in pain Yoongi doesn’t care—all he cares about is how cute she sounds and how it makes his cock twitch and drip precum.
The second finger is harder to slide inside, but he manages even through Danielle’s sobs and her small hand grabbing at his wrist to try and stop him (though she doesn’t push him away). The tightness and wetness and warmness surrounding his fingers are too much for Yoongi, he can’t wait , so he pulls out his fingers and maneuvers Danielle’s petite body until she’s on her feet just to lead him to the couch.
He pushes her until she’s lying there, all soft, flushed and cute and probably scared by what’s about to happen. Yoongi pries her legs open, pushing the skirt up and sliding her panties down her legs to leave her exposed to him. He doesn’t bother undressing her—the schoolgirl outfit is too appealing to him, reminds him of her age and he’s not ashamed to admit just how turned on it gets him.
Yoongi kneels on the couch, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down just enough for him to take his hard cock out.
“ Ah, fuck, ” he groans as he strokes himself to relieve a bit of tension; he could probably come just by touching himself as he watches the girl’s wet cunt. But that’s not how he wants to come.
Getting closer to her, he grabs her legs to put them over his thighs. Her eyes are closed and she’s sniffling, she feels tense under Yoongi’s touch. Yoongi slaps the head of his cock right over her clit, making her jump and open her teary eyes in surprise.
“Now, now, baby, no need to cry,” he coos, leaning over her, lips barely brushing against hers. “Be a good girl and oppa’s gonna make you feel good, yeah?” Yoongi says, rubbing his cock all over her cunt.
“I-I don’t—” she whispers, broken voice getting cut off by Yoongi nudging the head of his cock against her hole. She clenches at the feeling, probably nervous or scared. “I—”
“Be a good girl, Danielle,” he repeats, a bit harsher this time. He doesn’t want to scare her, just wants to fuck her. “And relax, baby, or this is going to hurt.”
She lets out a sob, squeezing her eyes shut as the bulbous head of Yoongi’s cock starts pushing against her wet opening. It barely fits, Yoongi has to force his way inside a bit, feeling the way the girl’s cunt grips his cock in a tight hold.
Yoongi hisses at the feeling, hands making their way to the girl’s hips, holding onto them tightly. He pushes inside slowly, ignoring Danielle’s whines and weak attempts at trying to pull away from the feeling—he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside, hips flushed against the girl’s ass, cock engulfed by wetness and warmness and such tightness .
Oh, it’s been so long since he’s had a virgin cunt—let alone an underaged, virgin cunt—and he hadn’t realized just how much he’s missed having his cock wrapped by those tiny holes.
“ Fuck, ” he moans. It takes a lot of willpower to stop himself from just thrusting into Danielle’s tight little body, no matter how much he just wants to fuck her and make a mess out of her, he doesn’t want to hurt her, so he waits. Yoongi lets the girl get used to the feeling of being full to the brim, and he takes the moment to calm himself down and admire Danielle.
Her eyes are squeezed closed, lashes wet with tears, face flushed and cheeks as red as the lollipop she’d been eating earlier. As his eyes slide down, he notices that her top has ridden up a bit, leaving a sliver of the skin of her flat stomach in sight—Yoongi reaches for the hem of the top and pushes it up higher, exposing her bra; he pushes it up too, small, perky tits on display for him. Danielle’s tits are small, Yoongi’s big hands engulfing them completely. Her hard nipples a pink-ish brown, sensitive when Yoongi pinches them between his fingers, making her whine.
He lets his eyes travel lower, and he moans quietly at the sight of her tight, pink cunt wrapped around his big, thick cock. The sight itself is enough to make him come, but he tries to get a grip of himself. He hasn’t even fucked the girl properly yet.
So, he lets his hands grip at her slim waist again, grinding his hips against her for a moment before pulling out slowly, thrusting back into her tight heat a second later.
So, he lets his hands grip at her slim waist again, grinding his hips against her for a moment before pulling out slowly, thrusting back into her tight heat a second later.
“ Fuck, ” he groans, throwing his head back as he starts moving his hips, sliding in and out at a slow pace, wanting to make Danielle feel it—feel him inside her.
She’s still trying to resist him, trying to squeeze her legs together as if that would make him pull away, not knowing it just tightens her up even more, sucking Yoongi’s cock deeper inside her small body, and making it so good for him.
Danielle whines as the head of Yoongi’s cock hits that sweet spot inside her, her whole body twitches and her back arches as the man keeps hitting there over and over again. She bites her bottom lip, trying to stop the sounds she’s making.
“Don’t do that, baby,” Yoongi says, voice husky and face so close to Danielle’s. “Let oppa hear you, yeah?” he gets closer, lips brushing Danielle’s in a soft, chaste kiss.
“ Ah, oppa— ”
Her little moans just make Yoongi fuck her harder. He speeds up his thrusts, his hips smacking against her ass and the squelching sound her wet cunt makes every time he fucks into her is the hottest thing he’s heard lately.
She’s just so wet, pink pussy coating his cock with her slick, welcoming his cock every time he slides inside, her walls molding to its shape. Her cunt was made to take his cock, and so he lets her know.
“This cunt was made for me to take, hm? Just for oppa to fuck,” he groans.
Danielle’s red lips fall open in a small o , soft moans punched out of her with every thrust, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“I—I’m—” she can’t even form coherent sentences, but Yoongi understands what she’s trying to say.
She’s going to come.
“You’re gonna come for oppa, baby? Such a good girl, come on, come on oppa’s cock—” he grits out as he lets one of his hands travel towards her cunt, rubbing her clit with his fingers just to watch her shake in pleasure.
“ Oppa! ” she cries out, eyes squeezing shut as her body shakes and hips twitch uncontrollably, cunt clenching tight and oh so fucking deliciously around Yoongi’s cock as she comes.
Yoongi doesn’t stop fucking her, not even when she sobs and squeals in overstimulation. He keeps thrusting inside her, harder and deeper, seeking his own relief.
“Such a good pussy for me, fuck— ” he grits out as he looks down at her; Danielle’s face red and wet, little tits bouncing with every thrust Yoongi gives, cunt red and raw and wet. “You take my cock so well, gonna make me fucking come—”
It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy and soon he’s coming with a low groan, cock spurting cum and coating her insides, filling her up until it gushes out of her along with her own slick.
He stays inside her while reguling his breathing, grinding his hips slowly against her cunt and letting her milk every single drop. When Yoongi pulls out, he does so slowly and carefully, keeping her cunt open with his fingers just to watch her leak his cum. It’s a sinful sight, Yoongi thinks he’ll be thinking about it the next time he jerks off.
He grabs her panties from the floor, wiping his cock off with it before doing the same with her, wiping the mess of cum and slick from her cunt. Yoongi slides her dirty panties up her legs, leaning in before he adjusts them around her waist just to kiss her right over her sensitive little clit. It makes her jump and he thinks he’d very much like to have this sweet little pussy in his mouth next time.
Maybe he’ll make her sit on his face.
“You did really good, Danielle,” he tells her as he adjusts himself inside his jeans.
She stands up, her legs are shaky and her tits still out. So cute. She adjusts her clothes, tries to clean her face and fix her hair the best she can. It looks a little messy, but not too suspicious.
“T-Thank you, oppa,” she says in a small voice as she stands close to Yoongi. She doesn’t look at him.
Yoongi looks down at her, lets his hand travel from her back to her hip, and down down down until he reaches the hem of her skirt just to grope her ass. With his free hand, he lifts up her chin, leaning down to peck her pouty lips. “Of course, baby. Oppa will see you next week.”
Danielle nods, cheeks flushed as she bows at him before turning around and walking towards the door. She bows again before she’s out of his studio.
Yoongi smirks.
He wonders who’s tight cunt he’ll have next.