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He excitedly brings the golem deeper into the forest, where the treecover is more dense and they’re less likely to be seen by anyone. Giddy, Yoongi quickly starts up a fire (no magic, unfortunately, he’ll leave the Fire Magic to Jungkook for now) and sets down a quilt he brought along. He sits down on the quilt and beckons for the golem to join him. See, despite being a witch, Yoongi is single. He can only deal with his own hand for so long before he snaps, so yes, while this was originally a plan for him to mix magic types, his secondary plan was to use it to his advantage.
Mindful that it’s still freezing outside, Yoongi kneels on the quilt and pulls his pants to his knees, shivering from the sudden onslaught of holy shit that’s COLD, before lowering himself to his hands and knees. He can’t tell if he’s shivering from the cold or from the sheer excitement and anticipation. It’s kind of embarrassing (and a lot taboo) to use magic for these purposes, but Yoongi couldn’t care less right now. No one’s here to see it, anyway. It’ll be his little secret.
Before he tells the golem it can continue on with it’s orders, he reaches back and gently removes the plug he’d stuffed inside himself a few hours ago, before he started his whole mess. He gently tosses it so that it rests not too far away, still on the quilt.
“Okay, golem, you can fulfill your duty now,” he cringes inwardly at how awkward that sounded, but soon forgets about it when the golem kneels behind him and shuffles up so they’re touching. The chill of the ice sends a zing up and down his spine, settling low in his stomach and twisting itself into a knot of arousal. It made him blush throughout the whole sculpting process, but his golem was sculpted without clothes. When he was thinking up this idea, he figured it would be weird to have a golem wearing ice clothes and with its dick out, so he just forwent clothes altogether. He may have also taken some ‘artistic liberties’ when he was shaping the dick. If it’s just the tiniest, slightest, littlest bit bigger than his own, despite this being a self-sculpture, well. What’s the harm in that?
Since the only thing he wrote on the paper was “fuck Min Yoongi, Ice Witch,” the golem doesn’t take it’s time with foreplay or being sweet. The air is punched out of the little witch when all at once, the golem buries itself to the balls in his ass and starts thrusting. With no time to recover from the sudden feeling of full and COLD, Yoongi chokes on a moan, unable to breathe for a moment. Just when he settles into the feeling, the golem fucks him at a brutal pace, with no care for how it feels. It was only told to fuck him, not to make it good , after all (but that’s the best part about all this).
Soon, the little witch becomes accustomed to the cold - both in his ass and the cold breeze on his cock and balls, and it’s doing nothing to cut his arousal. If anything, it’s driving it higher and higher. Wanting a little more, Yoongi unzips his jacket and pulls up his shirt, pressing his chest to the quilt so he can use his hands to grab two fistfuls of snow. The new angle shifts the golem inside of him and he groans quietly, trying to keep his head clear enough to do this one last thing before giving into the feeling completely. He quickly sets one fistful each of snow under where his nipples are, before spreading his knees as much as his pants will allow. He sticks his hand in the snow for a few seconds and then wraps it around his dick, stars exploding behind his eyes at the feeling.
He doesn’t last long, once he starts stroking himself while the golem still fucks him. Since the golem doesn’t need to breathe (and also doesn’t need to cum), it doesn’t slow down or waver when he does, which quickly tips him over into oversensitivity. He twitches and wiggles and cries, but doesn’t truly try to get away. He could tell the golem to stop whenever he felt like it. But this was exactly what he was after, so he doesn’t.
The oversensitivity quickly turns from pain to pain-pleasure and then just pleasure, as Yoongi’s fucked ruthlesslessly towards another orgasm. The snow on his chest has melted and his hand is now warm again, so he reaches one hand down to pinch and twist his own nipple until he cums, dirtying the quilt a second time. With no reprieve, the oversensitivity really starts to get to him, making him clench and whine and squirm and wiggle, but the golem continues fucking him and pretty soon he’s cumming a third time, a weak little spurt from his dick, nothing more than a few drops. He groans, facedown in the quilt, as the golem keeps fucking him and he just takes it, too tired to do anything else. In a show of intelligence Yoongi didn’t know the golem even had, it slows down and uses an icy hand to push on the little witch’s lower back until he’s lying flat on the quilt. He shivers at the feeling of cold cum smearing into his stomach, soon warmed by his body heat. Within moments, the golem is moving it’s hips again, but it’s changed the angle and is now thrusting hard and deep, and just pausing to grind there for a few moments before repeating the pattern. Yoongi tenses and moans unexpectedly the first time - he doesn’t understand how his body could still be able to feel anything after cumming three times already but oh does it feel good - and pushes his ass back into the thrusts. He distantly thinks some of the wires in his brain must have fizzled out or gotten crossed because what would normally be pain from having his dick crushed between himself and the frozen quilt-covered ground is translating as pleasure. He’s pushing back on the thrusts and grinding his dick into the quilt otherwise and before he can understand that he’s about to cum - probably dry - he does.
Somehow this orgasm lasts the longest, not helped by the fact that the golem keeps thrusting, though it seemed to know that he came and switched back to drilling him into the ground rather than the deep, slower fuck.
“‘Kay…’kay s’op,” Yoongi pants, half-heartedly waving one hand. The golem thrusts one last time and then stops, waiting for instructions. Yoongi just pants, wiggling his fingers and toes to try and regain feeling in his limbs. He’s a little worried they’re numb from the cold, but it’s nothing a warm bath can’t fix. He hopes.
The golem sits back on it’s heels when the little witch slowly pushes himself up to sit, dick sliding out and sending one last shiver up his spine before Yoongi pulls his pants up and flops back down beside the fire, exhausted. He rolls his head over to look at the golem, and yeah.
This spell was a success.