#yeuk

Before your change you could ghost your fingers over parts of him when he wasn't looking and he'd hardly ever notice. Now, you touched actual, warm skin each and every time, and Yoongi would never let you live down the shock you had on your face.

"Hey," Yoongi poked his finger at your cheek, drawing you back from any thoughts you drifted to before. You moved into his apartment on the cooler side of hell, as much of a joke as that sounds. His house was simple, it fit him pretty well.

You looked at him in question. Yoongi looked back, amusement evident on his face. "What are you thinking about?"

"Stuff," you replied with a shrug of your shoulder.

"Human stuff?"

Honestly, Yoongi knew you much better then you ever expected. Probably because he watched you for five years, day in day out without you even knowing he existed. You chuckled and nodded, leaning your head back on your shoulder. The steady movements of his heartbeat made you feel peaceful.

Yoongi moved his fingers to the back of your neck, he knew exactly where to press to turn you into a puddle of mush. Since he realized he could touch you, he initiated a lot more skinship then you thought he would. You were not going to complain about it, especially not when you wanted to touch him as much as he wanted to touch you.

"It still bothers you that much?"

You frowned at the dark themes his voice suggested, eyes closing so you could focus on his touch more. "Not really. I just thought back on getting used to being a demon."

"Did you, perhaps, think about what you're going to do as a demon?"

You knew this subject will rise again. The day you saw the devil, you came into his office to get the options of occupations. Being in hell too long made a soul feel heavier, sinking it lower to a worse realm of hell. Yoongi spent so much time watching you just so he won't sink lower, and he told you about friends who did, and what they ran into down there.

You knew you couldn't afford sinking lower, especially when you had Yoongi by your side. He'll follow you if you happen to sink lower and you couldn't let him.

The job offers weren't great, all of them involved evil acts of some sort. Yoongi's line of work didn't fit you, just like you couldn't drag him down to the other realm, you couldn't make humans kill themselves just to satisfy the devil that gave you such a despair filled ultimatum.

The one with least cause of harm was one you knew Yoongi would definitely not like – succubus. You were still ages away from telling him you're leaning towards that one. "I'm still thinking about it, Yoong," You replied as you shifted your body, swinging one knee over his legs to take a sit on his lap. You know this won't distract him for long, and you'll have to tell him at some point, but so far shutting his mouth with sex was just the kind of magic you needed.

Yoongi was already onto your distraction attempt, and his hands came to hold your hips down on his thighs instead of on his crotch. "You have something to say to me."

"I don't," You shook your head softly before slipping your fingers into his hair, pulling it back. The second his skin was exposed to you, you attacked it with hard kisses and soft bites, altering between them with the hope Yoongi would lose himself in the feeling.

Almost like you didn't know your boyfriend.

His fingers mimicked yours in pulling your head back by your hair, eyes amused but harsh as he looked down on you. "It worked for you each and every day for the last month, but only because I let you get away with it. Not anymore."

"Really?" You ran your hands down his chest to ghost just above his belt, watching his eyes narrowing at your daring actions. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." His hands shut out to hold yours, and even with a struggle you couldn't move from his tight grip on your wrists. "I'm not a child."

"But you are a man," You smirked at him as you moved your hips as his hands were busy holding yours and not your waist. You grinded down on him, the gasp that escaped him making you chuckle. His own hips remained motionless beneath you, and you were sure it took a lot of concentration. It's a challenge you'd very much like to take upon yourself to break.

You moved your head to his neck again, and Yoongi barely responded, not giving you more room and not taking the little you had away. You took what he gave and began working on a mark you knew would stay there for long. It may remind him of the answer you never gave, but to you, it'll remind who won this game you started playing.

"Y/N," Yoongi's voice remained calm and smooth as he spoke your name with a warning. You traced the edges of the skin you marked as you grinded down harder, the gasp turning into a groan as his hips pushed back. "Talk to me."

"We can talk later," You murmured as the both of you knew you didn't mean it. You bumped your nose against his, and Yoongi tilted his head to press his lips to yours, the touch barely there as he teased you. You pressed harder, trying to move your hands to pull him closer just for his grip to tighten around your skin. "If you'll touch me, I'll lose. No touching."

You groaned his name just for him to tsk his tongue at you, lips stretching into a smirk against yours. You retaliated with a bite to his lip and he hissed, pushing his hips up in a thrust that made electric shocks spread from your core to your thighs, despite all the layers of clothing that separated you. "Weren't you busy with something a few moments ago?"

The rhythm you slipped from was easy to get back to as you rolled your hips against his own. He moved under you just in the right time to press the hard denim of your jeans right against your clit, rubbing it just right to get you panting and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You got to touch each other not so long ago, and most of the time that you were given so far was well spent on learning everything about the other's body. Yoongi knew exactly what to do to push you to the edge before you even knew you got there.

Your panties must have been soaked already as your rhythm got harsher, the rolling of hips because more like a combination of desperate rubbing and thrusting as you moved together. You fought to move your hands, to open pants so you could have less fabric and more skin in your friction, but Yoongi only growled and kept your hands imprisoned in his. Your thighs burned with the movement with no support of your weight but it felt so good, everything felt so good and the noises Yoongi was making were sweeter then music to your ears. 

"Fuck, Yoongi," You crashed your forehead against his, pushing your chest closer to him. "Bite me. Please, oh god - " Yoongi gave you a hard thrust as a reward for giving his name such a nice ring. "Please bite me, I'm so close."

Yoongi cursed, his voice coming from low in his chest before he ripped his forehead from yours, dragging his nose on your skin straight to the pulsing spot on your neck. He knew so damn well by now that one bite there and he'll send you flying, which is exactly the place where he liked to tease you, "Talk to me."

"Yoongi, not now," You panted, dropping your head on Yoongi's shoulder. His chuckle was animalistic, and merely licked the spot where you needed his teeth, making desperation grow deeper inside of you. "Ugh, are you serious?"

"Very.”

You were so wet, everything felt so good, and you knew this is what you needed to finish. You also knew Yoongi well enough to know this is his strongest card against you, and he won't give it up no matter how much you begged. You rubbed your hips down faster, getting ready as you closed your eyes, "Succubus."

A part of you was scared that Yoongi would pull away to fight you on this, but his teeth grazed your skin, sharp and wet before they sank down on it. You screamed out his name, feeling your walls closing around nothing as you came hard, your body falling forward on his as you rode out your orgasm. Yoongi let go of your hands to place them bruising tight on your hips, holding them still as he moved rough and fast against them, helping you ride out your orgasm right before he reached his own. He stilled beneath you and you took the initiative to move your hips against him and his iron grip, until his breathing got a little slower and less shallow.

Yoongi's lips pressed against your neck right where he bit you, his arms moving to hold you closely against his chest. You calmed yourself down by playing with the ends of his hair, your mind half blown from your orgasm, and half nervous with the lack of answer from Yoongi.

"Were you scared to tell me?"

"A little," You admitted, not even imagining what was going through his mind. 

His nose nudged your cheek and you pulled back, wearily catching Yoongi's gaze. It held a lot more affection and less harshness then you thought it would, and you accepted the soft kiss he pressed against your lips. "You shouldn't be. I'm not mad, and I know it's a good choice for you. Who could resist you?"