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Today Yoongi had promised to begin your piano lessons. You had been begging him for days until finally he’d given in. He didn’t have any other activities or schedules, so it made it the perfect time to teach you.

The two of you walked into an empty room, sitting in the corner of the room was a large white piano. All sleek curves and edges. You could see his adoration for the instrument as he ran his fingers over its smooth surface when he approached it. A small curve of his lips, before he was gently lifting the fallboard. Digits lightly running over the keys, he turns and rests his arm on the lid of the piano.

He turns his head to see you still standing by the entrance, and raises his eyebrows. “Coming in or not?”

His deep voice echoing off the walls, snaps you out of your daze. You meet his expectant gaze and smile sheepishly, closing the door behind you. Taking a few short strides before your standing in front of him.

A crooked smile spreads over his lips as he turns to pull the bench out for the both of you. He motions for you to take a seat, which you quickly comply with. Taking a seat beside you, he takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, trying to think on where to begin. After a few beats, he begins to speak, explaining the different components of a piano and they all work together. Afterwards, he starts explaining how to read musical scores, correct placement of your hands and a few tips on how to keep from getting your fingers all tangled up.

You nod, eyes watching how passionately he speaks. The glimmer in his eyes making your heart skip a beat for a moment. The words continuing to flow from his soft pink lips, has you hanging off every word, greedily eating up every bit of this part of himself he was sharing with you. It wasn’t something that happened very often, between busy schedules and the few breaks that he used to rest or write new music. Moments like these made you feel guilty and selfish but you couldn’t help how much you wanted to be in his presence, how you longed just to breathe the same air he did.

He stopped speaking, and tilted his head to the side to look at you. He studied you quietly, which made you shift awkwardly in your seat. Tucking your hair behind your ear you, look down at your lap and chew on your lip nervously.

“What?,” you ask quietly.

He stares for another moment. “Nothing. I was wondering if you heard everything I said.”

You nod as you turn your attention to him once more. “Of course, I did.”

“Good.” He nods and starts to talk about the song he’d picked out for you to learn today. He wanted to start off with something simple, something that would be good practice of the basics. When he revealed it was a children’s song he smiled at the way you laughed. He watched you a moment longer, before officially beginning the hands on lesson.

In the last hour, or two, there had been some progress made. Of course, your fingers kept stumbling over keys and he’d tease you every time your eyes went wide from hitting the wrong note. Patience was definitely one of his virtues, as he’d calmly show you how to play the song over and over again.

Somehow through all the laughing and teasing, the space between you had begun to diminish. Now sitting with your arms rubbing against each other, as you laughed over another missed key.

Why, he didn’t know, but his eyes had strayed from your grinning face, and had found themselves drawn to your lap. Your knee length skirt had shimmied its way to the middle of your thighs and he could not help but drink in the sight of your flesh. The bit skin looking soft and supple.

He licked his lip, eyes flashing up to your face in a predatory gaze. Hands itching with a sudden need to touch you, grab at you, run over all your curves and edges. Desire beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach.

He watched as you continued to try to play all the correct keys. Your lip caught between your teeth, eyebrows pinched in concentration, and cheeks flushed from your prior mirth. His cat-like eyes watching you like a man starved. This primal need becoming too much for him to hold back.

He knew it would eventually happen. The way you would traipse around in your cute little outfits. How you’d tease him, thinking he wouldn’t notice. You would go out of your way to be where he was and then ignore him. Wearing your little shorts that hugged your ass just right. Low cut tops you’d wear just to bend over in front of him, giving him a front row seats to your perfect globes. The innocent act you put on just making his balls ache even more.

He knew you wanted him. He knew you’d been trying for long time to get his attention. But the thing was you’d already had it, since day one. All the different situations he’d pictured cornering you in. The positions he’d imagined fucking you in.

His breathing was starting to pick up, as he felt a tightening in his pants. This was a bad idea. He should’ve told you no. Avoiding you all this time, he thought he’d be able to keep his sanity intact. But this was it. He needed to have you now, no turning back. He wanted to ruin your innocence. Nothing turned him on more than thought of having your shy lips moaning and screaming his name.

Suddenly shooting up from his seat, he walked around the back of the bench, standing behind you. Placing his hands on your shoulder.

You had jumped a bit in surprise when he stood and followed him with your eyes. Tilting your head back to meet his gaze from behind you. Confusion painted all over your face, not understanding what had happened. Did he finally run out of patience? Face returning to look at the piano keys again, fingers twisting in the ruffles of your skirt.

All of a sudden, his legs were on either side of you as he sat behind you. Your heart instantly pounding full force at the feel of his hard chest against your back. His arms reached around you and his fingers were on the piano keys.

“Watch me play.” His deep voice vibrating against your back. You nodded and your sweaty hands gripped your skirt nervously.

After showing you, he asks you to try again. Trembling fingers laying on the keys, this time stumbling over notes more that any other attempt. You felt his chest reverberate against your back as he chuckled.

His hands ran along your arms until they reached your hands. Placing your hands on the keys before laying his on yours. He started playing the keys over your fingers, guiding you to play them correctly.

“You have to concentrate. Every keystroke demands the utmost attention,” he murmurs in your ear. Hot breath making a shiver run down your spine. He smirks. “Now try again without my help, but maintain completely focus.”

His hands fell to his sides. They didn’t stay there for long. When you began playing, his palms slid over your naked thighs. The sound of multiple keys being pressed stopping his wandering paws.

“Concentrate. You can’t let anything distract you. Understood, kitten?”

Swallowing thickly you nod. Face flushing and trembling hands coming to rest on the keys once again. Nerves and excitement breaking your sanity. You feel his hands return to their previous position.

“Try again.”

At the sound of the first note, his fingers trace over your knees softly. Digits lightly running up your inner thighs. Nose nuzzling your neck, fingers running teasing circles as they ease their way under your skirt.

Breath picking up, you try to maintain focus on the task at hand but find it increasingly difficult. The more he touched you the more just wanted to relax against him. Wanted to moan for him. But a sharp pinch on your thigh brought you crashing back.

“Again, kitten. Start again.”

With notes weaving through the air, he began again. Hands slowly massaging their way from your knees again. Lightly gripping at your inner thigh as his hands continued their journey to the apex of your thigh. Sliding his hands back down to your knees, he grips them, pulling them apart. Fingers rushing back to play with the skin between your thighs and lips. Rubbing up and down, as he runs a finger under the edge of your panties.

A small whine escapes you before slapping a hand on your mouth in shame. How could you possibly be so worked up from just simple touches. He wasn’t really doing anything, and you were already coming undone.  How could he expect you to concentrate when his hands, his large hands, were touching you like this.

When he removed his hands from you, you almost cried. But then he smacked your leg, pulling a cry of pain from you. “You aren’t paying attention, kitten.” Lips running over your ear, making your breath come on stuttered puffs of air. “Play the song. Now.”

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself, and begin to play the keys once more. Continuing to take deep breaths, relaxing more with each one you take. All semblance of calm suddenly leaves you as Yoongi all but shoves his way into your underwear and slides his finger over your slit.

Chuckling he places a quick peck where your neck meets your shoulder. Licking up your neck to your ear, he places another kiss on the shell of your ear. “I didn’t tell you to stop playing. Kitten, you either do as I say or I’ll have to take more drastic measures… take your pick.”

He begins to slide his hand out of your panties, when a grip on his wrist stops him. Biting down on his lip to stop the smug grin from appearing he looks at you. “What is it?” Patiently waiting for your answer, he watches you struggle to release the words.

“I-“

“Speak up, kitten. I can’t hear your.”

“I-I-I’ll do better. I’ll focus.”

Your stuttered response igniting the fire in him even more. “Good. Let’s continue.” Pressing two fingers against your slit, he runs them back and forth, collecting all the juices sliding out of you. “Look how wet you are, kitten. You’re such a dirty girl,” he hums his pleasure against your ear.

Biting back a whine, you slowly start playing the notes. Trying to remember each one and ignore how good it felt to have him touching you. Trying to ignore how sinful and filthy his words made you feel. How you could feel yourself growing wetter with every word. But you tried to push forward and play the damn song. Your fingers stuttering their way through each keystroke.

He grinned in satisfaction at the mess he was making of you. His revenge for all the cock teasing you’d done in the past. But it wasn’t just getting back at you. No this was him finally getting his fill of you. Getting to ruin you like he’d been fantasizing.

Fingers running over your now soaked sex. He cupped you and pet you with wet fingers for a moment as he groaned.

You released a yelp when he hurriedly pressed two fingers over your swollen pearl. Your fingers still trying to play the tune, as your arched your back as bit back a moan.

His other travelled up the from of your body and settling at the base of your neck. “Don’t stop them, kitten. I wanna hear every mewl that comes out of that innocent little mouth of yours.” He pressed even harder against your clit, rolling it roughly between his fingers.

Unable to hold back any longer, a loud moan rips out of you. Hands smashing on the keys as you arch away from him. His fingers moving faster, hand tightening just the slightest bit around your neck. Nothing preparing your for the moment his fingers slide inside of you. Stuttering moan leaving you as you try to adjust to the feeling of his digits.

The way your warmth sucks at his fingers greedily has him grunting into your ear. Pressing as far as he humanly could, scissoring his fingers in and out.

The sensations becoming too much for you, your legs instantly slam shut, trapping his hand. His fingers cease their movements and your lean against him taking deep breaths. Your face completely flushed, sweat dripping down the side of your face. You feel his tongue follow the path the drop had just left behind and press a kiss to your damp forehead.

“Kitten, kitten, kitten. You shouldn’t have done that,” he tuts. His hands pull your knees apart before sliding behind them and lifting them. He places your legs on either side of his, holding you in position with your legs wide open. Smacking the inside of your thighs with both hands before soothing the quickly reddening skin. “That’s twice you’ve defied me. I won’t let a third one slide.”

You whimper at the sting still radiating from your inner thigh as he runs his large hands up and down your waist. You shift uncomfortably in your new position. Legs beginning to ache where they meet your hip, soaked panties sticking to your mound as the cool air hits you.

Hooking a finger into your panties, he pulls them to the side and dips two fingers inside of you again. Pulling it out and bringing it up to you. “You’ve soaked my hand, kitten. It’s dirty now. What are you gonna do about it?” He runs a finger over your bottom lip as he asks. “Are you gonna clean my fingers?”

You quickly nod, your heat clenching around air, no longer caring about what a mess you must look. All you cared about were the sensations he was drawing out of you. You’d do anything he wanted at this point just to please him.

You part your lips and suck his fingers in slowly. Tongue swirling around the digits, as you moan the taste of yourself, thrusting your hips in need. You bob your head, sucking in his fingers, teeth grazing them.

He watches you from behind, lip trapped beneath his teeth as he releases a his. He couldn’t believe what a dirty girl you turned out to be. A real treat. His hard cock trapped in the confines of his tight jeans. The shifting of your hips, providing him relief as you ground your perfect as down on him. Groaning, he licked to fingers of his other hand and sheathed them inside of you. You moaned around his fingers but continued to draw then in and out of your warm mouth.

Rutting his hips against your back he release a grunt, fucking your heat fast and hard, no longer in the mood for games. Your moans being muffled around his fingers annoying him. With a pop, he pulled the out and wrapped his hand around your throat again, applying pressure. Hard scissoring motions, drawing out increasingly loud moans from you. The way you whined for him and thrashed in his arms turning him on more than he already thought he was.

His thumb finding your enlarged clit, applied hard pressure, rolling over it as he continued to slam his fingers in and out of you at an inhuman pace.

“F-fuck! I’m g-gonna-“ a loud moan of his name ripping out of you, interrupting you.

The pressure around your neck increasing, making you light headed. Speed of his thrusting fingers escalating until your walls suddenly clamped around them, juices gushing out of you. His hand working hard to help you ride out your orgasm.

Moans continuously flowing from your throat, eyes squeezed so tight you swore you saw stars. As you came down from your high, hips moving away from his hand.

He removes his hand in understanding. Softening his hold on your neck, rubbing soothing circles where he’d dug his grip. Wiping his hand on his jeans, before he lifts your aching legs off his and seats you sideways on his lap. He runs his hand soothingly through your hair, as he places kisses on your damp hairline.

“Such a good girl, kitten,” he whispered in between kisses. One of his hands massaging your hip. “Such a good little slut you were for me.”

You look away embarrassed, as your hands latch onto his shirt. Body humming in the afterglow of your release. You relaxed completely against him, in his sweet whispers and gentle aftercare of you. But you tenses at his next words.