#yoongi | reader

“I have work to finish.” Yoongi’s face depicts no mercy, and it rips your heart to shreds. “I’ll see you at home.” He pushes you off his lap, swiveling the chair back around to face the sound bar and once again...ignore you.

Tears well up in your eyes, frustrating you more than your neglected libido and its current stagnant status. Stomping away, you grab your belongings and give Yoongi one last look that he--as expected--does not turn to meet.

Aggravated to no end, you open the door to Genius Lab and slam it shut behind you, finding your shoes on the other side splayed out waiting for you to return. Throwing off the slippers you wore inside the studio, you bend down and force your feet into a pair of converse, bending down to tie the one and then the other using violent tugs and pulls.

“Ya! Take it easy, what did those converse ever do to you?” A familiar voice echoes from down the hall. You look up from taking your anger out on your shoes to find Jin, followed by Namjoon, Hoseok, and the other boys coming down the hall towards you...hesitantly.

Any bit of amusement left in the young men's faces completely disintegrates when your look of anger finds its way into their eyes. Namjoon, as always, is the first to ask questions.

“What’d he do this time?” He guesses, assuming your asshole of a boyfriend did something to anger you as he does more often than you like to admit.

“It’s nothing.” You turn back to your shoes, ignoring Namjoon’s princely attempt at comforting you. “It’s just Yoongi being Yoongi per usual.” You stand, adjusting your purse and jacket impetuously which previously lay on the floor but now rest in your arms.

“I think it goes deeper than that,” Jimin comes the closest to you, only a few feet away while the others gingerly make their way down the hall. “Did he hurt you?”

You’re shocked, blinking away tears before looking up at Jimin. Yoongi hurt you, but not physically. He would never lay a hand on you. Clearly, since he has yet to touch you in any way for the past week or so. “Chim, no. You know Yoongi would never hurt me.”

Taehyung comes to stand hip to hip with Jimin, analyzing your mascara smeared cheeks. “Then why are you crying?” He whispers softly, putting his hand out to gesture for you to walk down the hall and away from Genius Lab. You hadn’t realized you were even weeping, pressing a hand and wiping a small gaggle of salty tears from your emotionally flushed cheeks proves Taehyung’s notion. You analyze the mascara mingling with the salt, dismissing it with a flick of your hand.

Walking in silence, curiosity swirling through the room like a tornado whisps everyone’s eyes towards you. “Well, whatever it was. it must’ve been something bad. You’re tough ___.” Jungkook compliments, and truly, earning high praise from such a strong individual does make you feel better. You drape your belongings over a lounge chair inside one of the offices few break slash lounge rooms. The rest of the boys split off to sit on the floor, couch, or bean bags that litter the room in varying hues of sunset orange. “I’ve never seen something he’s done affect you so.” He continues, throwing himself down in front of you and onto the floor.

You sigh, biting your lip in contemplation. “It’s not something he’s done...but something he won't do.” You swallow hard, angry at yourself and your lover for letting things escalate so far. You hate to drag the others into this but...perhaps they could help you where Yoongi won't.

The room of young men looks at each other in complete and utter confusion, trying their best to uncover answers from their comrades' faces. “What uh- what do you mean?”

Starting to sweat, you fidget and snag your lip between your teeth. “I-” You gulp, looking up and meeting Hoseok’s worried irises. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”

“Laugh?” Jin questions, looking even more floundered than before.

You nod.

Talking to them about coitus you think wouldn’t be so difficult being that the six boys openly talk to you about their own similar struggles. However, discussing your own sex life with one of their own feels...odd? It’s not something you’ve ever expressed enmity towards, but you fear that they might find the entire ordeal weird and forbid themselves from discussing it nor putting in a notion of help all to avoid the wrath of the all-powerful Yoongi. Well if he’s so damn powerful, maybe he should come and take care of his girlfriend before she jumps into the waiting lap of one of the six sexually frustrated men in front of her.

“Yoongi’s been...neglecting me,” You watch their reactions with half-lidded eyes, wiping away now dried mascara as all of them remain still and silent. “And my needs.”

Eyes widen, jaws drop, and faces flush. “N-needs?” Taehyung stutters, a weak chuckle sliding from his lips after he repeats your word.

Once again, you nod, feeling your cheeks brighten with a pink hue.

Jungkook flushes, his face pale with embarrassment. Jimin smirks, “If that’s all, I mean I can help you out…” He offers half-jokingly. From the cushion below him, Namjoon jostles his youngers knee, shoving him from the couch at his comment.

“Do you mean to say that, this is all because Yoongi hasn’t...been a man lately?” Taehyung asks, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

You giggle for the first time all day, bringing smiles into the dire air.

“That's an interesting way of putting it,” You continue to laugh, holding your one hand in the palm of the other. “But yes, Yoongi hasn’t fucked me in about a week and a half.” The room falls silent before Jimin and Hoseok erupt into rolling over fits of laughter. “Stop laughing! You promised!” You pelt a throw pillow their way, making contact with Hoseok’s face and momentarily disrupting his laughter.

“I’m sorry! It’s just that you two don’t come across as the couple that would have those sort of issues.” Jimin explains, stopping his laughter to instead rest his elbows on his knees and run a hand through his hair.

“That couple? What does that mean?” You furrow your eyebrows, flicking your tongue over your bottom lip.

Jimin looks to the others for approval to continue with his explanation. No one stops him. “It’s just that we-” He gestures to the room, “-see how Yoongi looks at you.” He smiles when you blush lightly. “He’s not one to show emotion well. At least...when you’re looking.”

You’re not sure how to respond. Being angry with Yoongi but loving him at the same time is almost more difficult than not being sexually touched for a week and a half. Hearing such infatuating facts about your lover and the way you affect him do little to help you in your quest to ignore and neglect him instead.

“You two have been dating for a while...is this the first time this has happened?” Namjoon presses a finger to his chin, trying to remember a time when Yoongi portrayed similar attributes away from you over the course of this week that he could connect to the past.

“Only once. It was a while back when we had only been dating for a few months.” You earn nods all around. “Everything I tried now, I tried then. The only difference being that back then my actions swayed him and we...worked things out.” They all chuckle, eyeing eachother with knowing stares plastered to their handsome profiles. “Now he won’t even spare me a second glance let alone grant me a killer and much-needed orgasm.” Faces contort with half discomfort and half sadness for you.

“My offer’s still on the table.” Jimin tosses in, sitting on the floor behind the couch and ducking behind it before Namjoon has a chance to strangle him alive.

“Ya’know...that’s actually not a bad idea…” Hoseok agrees, startling you.

“I’m not going to fuck Jimin if that’s what you’re suggesting.” You hold up your hands as if to put up a barrier between you and the testosterone flooded young men. All of which are practically foaming at the mouth.

Jimin, despite being shot down, looks elated. “Worth a shot.” He shrugs.

“Well no, I wouldn’t suggest fucking Jimin. His baby dick wouldn’t get you anywhere.” Hoseok begins to explain, a seething Jimin glaring from behind the couch.

“Funny Hobi, doubtful the comment expanded anything other than your ego though.” Jimin responds, earning a chorus of “oo’s” from the onlookers.

“Hobi just continue before Jimin blows another fuse.” Taehyung josh’s, teasing Jimin lightly.

“Fine.” He grumbles, looking away from his younger with a faint smile, “Make him want it.” He vaguely begins. “It’s what I’d do.” He leans back, clicking his tongue and gesticulating with his hands.

“You’re not helping her, explain or shut the fuck up.” Jimin snaps, shrinking Hoseok’s confidence.

The older of the two looks to you with puppy eyes. “Don’t look at me,” You start, “You’re the one that poked the sleeping bear.” He shrugs, accepting that, yes, he wrote his own fate in sharpie and there’s no way to go back and change it.

“As I was saying,” Hoseok clears his throat, “Do something you know that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t resist you.” He grins proudly, “Then if that doesn’t work…bring us up.” You have to admit, that’s not a bad idea. Yoongi isn’t partial to sharing…the very idea will drive him mad. “Tell him…the rest of us…offered to placate you in his place.” 

Biting your lip in concentration, you try desperately to come up with the one thing you know always puts Yoongi between a rock and a hard place. The one outfit you’ve worn that had his eyes--and hands--on you from the second you put it on to the minute he ripped it off. “Fuck.” You mutter.

“Got it now?” Hoseok smirks, proud of himself.

“Oh, Hoseok! You angel from above!” You grab your belongings, practically skip your way over to Hoseok, and kiss him on the cheek with a loud smack of your lips and a smile so bright that it could be described as nothing short of beaming. “If I get laid tonight i’ll owe you.” You stand straight, looking at all of the small immaculate faces belonging to the men sitting around you. “If I get laid tonight,” You reiterate, “I’ll buy each and every single one of you dinner tomorrow, if I can walk that is.” You wink, moving towards the exit and opening the door.

“God, Please get laid tonight.” Jungkook murmurs under his breath, the rest of the boys nodding.

“Good luck!” Taehyung bursts to life before you walk out the door with a flying kiss and smack of your ass that erupts the room into garbles of laughter.

You stand in front of your closet for nearly ten minutes in contemplation after arriving home. “This better be worth it.” You mumble, your words slurred beneath the coating of Red Zinfandel on your tongue. You couldn’t resist cracking open a new bottle just to convince yourself that this idea was the right one. After a glass or two, your plan was put into action, you ran to your closet, wine glass in hand; and sprang into action. You had debated wearing a whole lingerie set. You owned multiple which Yoongi gifted you, each with their own sultry note from your lover still placed hastily beneath the article. Minutes pass before you make a final decision. You need something simple, but something that will end Yoongi all the same.

A babydoll.

There’s nothing more fitting for the predicament you’re in. You know you couldn’t just walk out and up to Yoongi wearing every piece of lingerie you owned. You could imagine the amusement that would manifest in his eyes if he came home to find you dressed to the nines in garters, a thong, and stockings. He’d probably laugh, only to continue his goal of driving you to cheat. However, this get-up won’t make him laugh. Doubtful in the least. He’ll be fawning over you in mere seconds. At least...that’s the goal.

Looking yourself up and down in the mirror, you admire the workmanship of this babydoll. It’s a deep red that begs to swallow the wearer whole. Bows of silk decorate the space below the valley of your breasts. The babydoll itself is solid in coloring, your body is still left to the imagination, but Yoongi already knows what lies in wait beneath any article of clothing you bear. Only seeing parts of it when he enters will drive him mad. This’ll have to do because you can’t turn back now. You can hear Yoongi’s keys scrape against the plaster of your apartment door as he uses them to open it. Carefully, you pick up your half-empty wine glass and walk towards the living room where Yoongi is bound to enter by the time you get there.

“Babe? I’m home.” He says, opening the door with his gaze glued to the floor. “I talked to Namjoon. He said you looked upset when you left.” You watch as he removes his olive jacket, his necklaces jingling together as he moves. “I was a dick, I know it. I knew it the second you slammed the door.” He turns, “It’s just that I’ve been so stressed lately. I know I shouldn’t take it out on...you.” He quiets down when his gaze lifts to find you leaning against a wall in your babydoll, the hem scrunched around your waist. You gingerly sip your red wine, licking your lips slowly after the liquid slides down your throat, glazing it in a heat that slips down to your core as you watch Yoongi’s reaction.

You got him.

“It’s fine. Just apologize, I won’t hold it over your head.” Slowly, you push off the wall, placing down your wine glass as you walk over to your shell-shocked lover. He stands frozen in space-time like stone. You glide your hand up his arm, cupping his neck as you give him a quick kiss that he’s too shocked to return.

“Y-you won't?” He asks in a voice far from his own natural tone.

“Of course not, I know you’ve been under so much pressure lately, with the new album release just around the corner.” Walking away from him and towards the kitchen, you pick up your wine glass and open the fridge, taking an apple out and smoothing its exterior over the material just barely concealing your breasts that spill from the low neckline. If your eyes don’t deceive you than your sure you hear Yoongi’s breath hitch even if only for a brief second. Your confidence is stronger than the stone Yoongi’s frozen into, nothing will crack it, his reaction has only added fuel to your inner fire.

“Well, I’m sorry babygirl.” He coos, catching a whiff of the game you’re playing at. “I never meant to ignore you.” His tone has dropped an octave. You know that if he accepts your pursuit this time around you’ll only have the bearings to hold your own for a few minutes at most. His footsteps creak the floorboards beneath his heavy steps as he moves closer to you. You bite into the apple, facing away from him as you lean against the counter and tease him with a flash of your panty covered core.

You almost choke at the burn of his touch against your side as his hands travel up them with care, hiking up the frilly hem of your babydoll. “Is this your declaration of war?” He pushes himself against you, causing your hips to grind against the edge of the counter. “Getting back at me for this afternoon?” He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, pulling you back, he presses you flesh against his chest. You swallow the apple hard, losing the appetite to finish the rest of it. “Damn you smell so good.” Yoongi’s warm breath trails goosebumps from the base of your spine to where his lips have made their way to the space just underneath your ear. You desperately want to let him have his way with you, all that built up tension in your core screaming for release. Instead, you hold your own and push him away. You walk around the island and prop yourself up onto its smooth surface, feeling the cool granite against your thighs. “I apologized didn’t I?” He clenches his fist against the counter and rests on his elbows, watching as you trail your lips over the bitten away portion of your apple.

“You deserve this.” With movements slow enough to compete against a snail, you gently tug your babydoll skirt up to where it can rest on your hip bones. Yoongi’s eyelashes flutter, his usually pale sinew starting to take on a pink hue when you allow the cotton of your panties to show. You lean across the counter, your hands pressed to the granite. He tenses, waiting for your next move. You brush your nose against his, moving in towards his lips only to pull away before he can close the space between you. “You turned me away. This is your punishment.” You peck his soft gummy smile and jump off the counter, throwing out your apple before walking back in the direction to which you came. Without hesitation Yoongi follows, his gaze burning holes into your back and ass. You give him a side glance, shooting him a cocky eyebrow raise as you go to check your phone on the nightstand.

Yoongi leans against the doorframe to your shared bedroom, both hands in the pockets of his ripped navy skinny-jeans. You twist around while responding to a text from Hoseok, emoji’s dancing around a “He just left, Good luck!” that he sent you. Linking eyes with Yoongi as you press send, you notice him bite his lip. “Did you need something?” You so reticently say, biting your tongue to keep from laughing at the expression of frustrated amusement that forms on your lovers face. He scoffs and turns away from you, running his hand through his hair in pure vexation.

“Don’t be like that.” He takes a step into the room, slowly but surely making his way over to you.

“Don’t be like what?” The teasing has officially intensified as you crawl onto the bed and lean against the headboard, spreading your legs. Yoongi can’t seem to keep his distance now, springing forward and stopping at the edge of the bed, practically drooling at the sight of your cunt spreading a sopping wet spot into the material of your panties. A low growl erupts from Yoongi’s throat as he reaches for you, courage allowing you to press your manicured toes to his forehead, making him stay put. He drops himself onto the mattress, melting into it, begging you with his eyes. You rub your legs together and then spread them again. “You caused this. Ignoring my pursuits is a dangerous business baby boy.” You tease him and lick the tips of your index and middle finger, playfully running them over your bottom lip.

Yoongi looks at you pleadingly, that is...until your words drill through him like a properly aimed bullet. A sharp pang envelops him, and you judge by the darkness in his stare to the change in his expression that you...no longer have the upper hand. His smolder makes you shudder, slowly causing you to move your knees inward as a last stitch effort to keep him out and away from you. Even though all you’ve ever wanted for the past week was his cock hammering into you hard enough to put a hole in your back. “You know what else is dangerous?” You hear his shoes hit the floor as he manages to push them off one by one. His aura is so overwhelming you fear he might just grab you and seize you without a strand of mercy to his technique. He answers his own question, “Calling me baby boy when you know i’m your Daddy.” You crack. This side of Yoongi ignited a fire within you three years ago when you first started going out. His intense stare, passion for music, incredible fashion sense, and his way of controlling you in the bedroom that drove you near the edge of oblivion.

He was staring you down, it’s like he could tell you wanted him. As if he could smell the hormones rising off you like rain sizzling off hot pavement. Crawling his way up the mattress he forces your legs open upon reaching you. With his arms occupying either side of your head due to the way he presses his palms into the headboard, you’re trapped. His breathing is heavy, and the strain he’s feeling as his erection presses into the stiff material of his jeans must be the reason why. He brushes his nose over yours, mimicking the way you teased him in the kitchen. Smirking, he pulls away from you, your mouth parted in preparation for his lips hitting yours ferociously only to be greeted with air and a stifled chuckle from Yoongi that makes you blush. Moving his hands down to rest on your hips, he jolts you forward and into his lap, holding you close as he spins around so that he’s the one pressed against the headboard.

His dark eyes--foggy with lust--land on the valley of your breasts, drawing him forward. You try to pull away but his hands are a force to be reckoned with. He dips deep, kissing around your neckline and down the swell of your breasts. You can’t help the needy whine that escapes your lips as he takes your nipple into his mouth through the material of your babydoll, leaving a wet spot in his wake. “Say the word baby girl and I’m yours.” He quickly get to work kissing back up your neckline to suck the delicate skin of your neck, switching objectives mid-assault to kiss across your jawline and capture your lips.

“Mmmm” You whimper at the kisses between you two, biting his bottom lip as erotica overtakes you and your previously stone cold senses. Yoongi slips away from your mouth, leaving you to pout when he goes back to your angelic neck to place nip upon nip across the plain. Hearing your whimpers tells him without words to sooth the pain with licks and kisses afterward. You struggle to grab at the last string of dignity you have, but you want him. For the past week, you’ve craved his attention, his touch, his cock. Now he’s willing, and you don’t want to push him away. “Fuck it.” You mumble, shoving his lips away from you violently, and causing his crazed eyes to open and meet your beseeching stare. The vie you previously held dear and over his head in now gone, evaporated into thin air. You bite your lip, eyes half-lidded with lust. “Yoongi,” You gulp, earning a nod from your lover who looks overly pleased with himself. “I want you to fuck me, hard. Just like I’ve wanted for the past week.” He smirks, game to please you and fulfill your wishes.

“I don’t know babygirl,” He teases, “Show Daddy how badly you want him.” He gestures to the bulge in his jeans, supplying you a next objective. You kiss him once, biting his lip and sucking it before pulling away with a stare that solidifies him to the fullest extent. Dismounting him, you lay on your stomach and reach up to unbuckle his belt. Yoongi stares down at you with anticipation that shows when he licks his lips, prodding his tongue against the opening. Impatient, Yoongi takes over once you free the belt from the loops built into his jeans, tossing it to the ground with a thump. You lean away when Yoongi moves to speed up the process, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking down the zipper quicker than you’ve ever seen him do before. Through a smile, you assist in pulling down the tight fabric, tugging his boxers with it only enough to free him from the straining confines he felt himself rutting against previously for access to you. Once freed, you run your hand over his length, Yoongi’s arms giving up their venture of removing his jeans. “Ahhh. Mmmf.” He moans, your warm hand providing ample relief from his discomfort. Your thumb flicks repeatedly over the swollen red head of his solid cock, spreading precum over his length as a means of lubrication.

Opening wide, you strategically dance your tongue across his slit which is already soaked in precum, redoubling the motions you performed with your thumb. Yoongi lets out a deep core rumbling groan, one so thick and inviting to the ears that it has you grinding into the bed, searching for relief of your own. Yoongi throws his large hands forward, one clawing at the bedsheets while the other tangles its fingers into your hair. He urges you forward with gentle--bordering forceful--pulls that order you to take him completely. Moving instinctively, You take in as much of your lover as your prepared to.

You’ve always loved going down on Yoongi, watching as he writhes in pleasure beneath your fingertips and warm mouth makes you yearn for him in ways no woman expects to yearn for a man, his effect on you nothing short of intoxicating. He’s truly a sight to behold both in and out of the bedroom, but like this? He’s ethereal.

“Ah fuck.” Yoongi bellows as you hollow out your cheeks, moving up his length to suck the sensitive tip with extra care. You can feel him start to twitch and pulse against your lips, his cock letting off a heat more intense when you deep throat him. “Babe I'm-” He’s cut off as his cum fills your mouth, the spurt of hot arousal coating the back of your throat, making you gag. Releasing his tight grip on your hair, you slip off him with a pop, about to swallow the cum resting in your mouth before Yoongi stops you when he grabs hold of your throat. “Let me see.” He grants you a lascivious smirk, one that tells you there’s no arguing him. He looks down at you, biting his lip before you finally open your mouth, displaying the shimmering white arousal pooling atop your tongue.

Yoongi whimpers, touching his thumb to your tongue which makes you automatically close your lips around him. “Swallow.” He urges, keeping his thumb placed firmly between your soft lips. You flutter your eyelashes, holding his wrist before doing as he says, swallowing hard. Yoongi watches your throat move with the motion, pushing down his arousal and making him smile. “Get up here.” The urgency in his voice is potent, demanding and proud. You crawl up to him, brushing his lips with yours softly before kissing him deeply, his tongue invading your mouth before you can protest. You push back against it, demanding the upper hand in your shared oral exchange. He doesn’t permit such easy victory though, overpowering your own tongue with his and eventually forcing you into submission and allow him to control the pace at which your mouths move. His hands hold your thighs, pulling at the muscle and eventually holding your ass in the palms of his hands. You moan into his mouth, provoking him to groan back and smile into the kiss, tugging you closer.

Breaking away, Yoongi pulls off his shirt, raising it over his head, and throwing it across the room. The second his brilliant pearlesque skin is exposed to the air your hands rove the surface, gliding palm and fingertip from his stomach up to his shoulders, using the leverage to pull him away from the headboard and into yet again another kiss, the only difference between this one and the last being the seriousness depicted on both your faces. Neither of you smile, laugh or smirk. Your breathing aligns and you separate in tune for an intake of oxygen before diving right back down to continue controlling the opposite with nothing other than your mouths.

Taking advantage of a separation to breathe, Yoongi dives away from your mouth to instead kiss up and down the length of your neck, tainting the skin with marks of love that you’re sure to see in the morning. Your hand subconsciously moves up and into Yoongi’s hair, striding through it and tugging when he moves even further down to kiss and nip at your collarbone, simultaneously reaching for and removing one of the straps supporting your wine colored babydoll.  

“Y-Yoongi.” You plead, gulping and grinding into his crotch to emphasize the need for him to stop stalling. He looks up, meeting your shadowed eyes, the lids desperate to close in the search of pleasure. The succubus inside you is weak and shivering. She’s hungry for the kill, insatiable always but close to breaking now that you have been absent of cum for what feels like an eternity.

“Someone's impatient.” Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi’s hand has slipped between your bodies, underneath you and is now reaching for your covered cunt, sopping wet with arousal due to only the smallest of actions.

“Can you blame me?” You hum brief seconds before one of Yoongi’s fingers glides between your folds hiding behind panties begging to slip from you.

“Hah,” Yoongi hums, smirking as he watches you take your lip between your teeth and bite down softly, pushing the blood from the flesh and forcing it to pale. “Say pretty please.” He grins, licking the swollen muscle of his mouth with his tongue that you beg to have pressed to your most intimate of areas. You mewl at him, running your fingers through his hair as his digits glide over your bundle of nerves gathered at the very top of your pussy. He kisses your breast, sliding another finger between your folds as he waits to hear the soft beseeching chime of your voice. “Baby, just say pretty please, and the teasing will cease.” He’s playing games, but you couldn’t care less. You’re suffering, impoverished under his touch while he grins sardonically.

“Pretty please…” You whisper, leaning into the crook of his neck.

“Louder. I want the neighbors to hear.” Yoongi’s tone is saccharine, but his intent depicts a whole other form of demon...one persistent on wrecking your pursuit of hedonism. This demon fuels his sordid motions, your slickness starting to coat his digits despite the ever-present barrier that haunts you from between your bodies.

Once again, you grind down onto his fingers, reaching with your hips for his semi that shudders between you, and for a second your curious as to how Yoongi is even managing to keep up such a solid act...surely he must be just as eager to feel your squeeze around him as he descends into you. “Yoongi,” You call, lifting your head to look him in the eye. “Rip this babydoll off of me and tear a hole in my back from the inside out…pretty please.” You bat your eyelashes, sounding anything but innocent. Especially so when you bring it upon yourself to reach for his hard on and run your hand down the length once before letting go and meeting him between your legs, starting to rub circles into your clit.

Yoongi chuckles, ripping your hand from yourself to instead thrown you down onto the mattress splayed out behind you. “So demanding.” He coos, getting off the bed to removes the entirety of his jeans. “Take that off.” He cocks his head towards your babydoll, the one strap not even supporting what little of you isn’t spilling from the thin fabric. Grabbing the hem, you pull the babydoll skirt up and over your head. Yoongi grabs it from you while he climbs back onto the fluffy mattress, hovering himself over you and sitting back up with the babydoll in his hands. He throws the expensive article to the ground, the deep fabric joining his t-shirt which was discarded during your kissing escapade.

Yoongi leans back down, lifting your right leg and kissing down your calf to your inner thigh, earning heavy panting in response. Your hips rotate on their own, seeking a relief that no matter the build-up or how far you reach, ceases to show itself. “A-ah! Mmmf.” You whine when Yoongi continues kissing up your body instead of stopping and tearing off your panties. Your cunt is throbbing with need, you hadn’t felt this debilitated in what felt like eons, longer than just the week of drought that's seemingly coming to a halt. Its as if Yoongi is prime on killing you slowly due to your fervent need to be filled.

As your lover's lips arrive at your neck you're on the verge of tears, so frustrated that you almost start sobbing when Yoongi finally hints at a new horizon, a silver lining. “Do you want these lips elsewhere babygirl?” He whispers sensuously, daring you to rapidly nod, feeling so disheveled and lightheaded from just the idea. He smiles against your skin, fervently snaking himself back down your body and arriving at your panties. His breath is hot and impetuous, the feeling against your drenched panties forcing you to judder and move to escape the chills. Your head lolls from one side on the mattress to the other, the movements fueled by the judder you feel due to attempting to avoid the chills riding your nerves.

Moonlight seeps through the bedroom blinds, illuminating the whole room and making you look all the more appetizing to Yoongi. He’s suffering just as much as you are, but he’d never let his stoic mask slip and give you the power of knowing his regret when it comes to previously ignoring you. You’re beautiful, and Yoongi is so besotted with you that he can barely function. He’s now come to realize—as your hips rock in the hopes of brushing yourself against anything to provide pleasure—that stress had prevented him from feeling that blessing of an emotion all week, and now he’s witnessing the repercussions. Whipping the sappy feeling from his expression, he replaces it with lust, finally giving you the one thing you’ve begged for since earlier today.

Yoongi reaches for your panties, pulling them down and revealing your drenched cunt to the cool air of the bedroom. The veneer of your juices beckoning him forward the second the gleam shines in the moonlight. Delaying your pleasure once more, he raises the soaked panties to his nose, inhaling your scent and throwing his eyes open to meet your shimmering eyes. “Fuck, you should see yourself right now.” He smirks, the panties finding their assigned spot on the floor when Yoongi decides that enough is enough and you’ve more than earned the pure unbridled erotica mere seconds from unfolding beyond your eyes. Humming an agreement to his internal thoughts, he holds you at the outer thigh, wetting his lips and parking himself between your legs, running his hot tongue through your slit and forcing your hips down into the mattress as you try to move away from the overwhelming shockwave of lewd electricity that wrecks your nerves.

You cry out silently in pleasure, your mouth falling open but your vocal cords too strangled to produce any inkling of a sound. Yoongi’s tongue moves expertly through your folds, licking stripes from your throbbing entrance to your distended clit already swollen in preparation to throw you over a towering cliff of titillating euphoria. Your lover's assault has you worried how long you’ll last, you desperately plead with your expressions that you want more but you also beg for the pleasure to last longer. Yoongi’s tongue--knowing you inside and out--seeks out every one of your weak points. He holds your thighs open, pinning them in place as they shake and tremble beneath his experienced touch. Your orgasm, previously resting deep within you starts to rouse, flashing wave after powerful wave of ecstasy over you like an ocean current crashing during a storm. Your hands dig into the duvet of your bed, scrunching the thick material up under your desperate pulling. The pressure only escalates when Yoongi sucks your clit, sounds of sin filling the room and your ears, the sultry wet sounds of your slick coating the mass of Yoongi’s lips and tongue pushing you even further towards oblivion. “Don’t cum.” He demands from between your legs, the ludicrous order pulling a scoff from the deep caverns of your lungs which fill with large intakes of air as you pant and moan. “Don’t you dare.” The words crawl off Yoongi’s tongue in a hiss, your throat forcing a whine from the deep innermost workings. To your dismay, your orgasm scampers away as you attempt to obey Yoongi so you earn a reward.

“Ah! Yoongi please!” Due to your obeying, Yoongi grants you one long slim digit between your tight walls, prepping you with a vigor to placate your perturbation and earn your forgiveness once and for all. You throw your head back, arching your spine and smiling incredulously, suddenly thanking your control of forcing down your orgasm.

Yoongi’s prepping has thankfully pushed along preparation steps to an extent that allows another finger to join the first. Curling his fingers, Yoongi pulls you closer and closer to him with each burning motion his fingers perform. He pumps into you faster, the digits continuing to curl in a come-hither motion at your G-spot, the one place he always seems to find with ease. “Do you like the way my fingers play with you?” He whispers seductively, his eyes glued to the way you hold your one hand over your mouth as a means to prevent cries of pleasure from escaping. All you can do is pant as you see the white flash of your impending orgasm return more powerful than its counterpart that was forced to withdraw. You buck your hips into his hand, practically absorbing him with you as you chase the blinding climax. Yoongi curls his fingers once, twice, thrice more, helping you ride out that high that you’ve been craving and prolonging its livelihood. Your mouth is open wide, you pant and moan as he slides his fingers out of you, your eyes squeeze tightly shut as Yoongi caress’s your sopping folds before you hear him remove his digits and lick your juices from each of the long lean fingers.

“Mmm.” He murmurs. “What a thirsty pussy.” His words should make you feel embarrassed but you know he’s right...you want more and are still cantilevered off the edge of your last orgasm despite the obvious effect it had on your struggling libido.

“M-more.” You implore, brazenly circling your clit and causing a shockwave of overstimulation to reverberate off your stretched walls that are more than ready to be filled and used. You lift your fingers away from your distended bundle of nerves, brushing them across your bottom lip and tasting the same juices Yoongi loves to sop up and lick from his over talented mouth. Yoongi pauses to watch, removing his own fingers from the brim of his lips to instead reach between his legs and use your arousal as a form of lubrication as he begins to pleasure himself and take advantage of the live show he has splayed out in front of him.

As he strokes his shaft his eyes trail down your body, breasts exposed, panties pulled aside, and hair a hot mess he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He says it out loud rarely, but he loved you more than lyrics could ever explain. He could write a million and one songs about the joys of relationships or the hot steamy sex the two of you had, but no language could rightfully explain the beauty in which you basked in. It didn’t matter if the lyrics went on about what it was like to watch you walk around the house in a messy bun and sweats, or a tight dress with full makeup. Not even the most talented of songwriters could take your beauty and describe it in song. No artist could paint the emotions you made him feel. Even a photograph printed off the most expensive, most highly rated camera in the world couldn’t capture the pure bliss you gave off. Only Yoongi’s heart could ever experience that feeling of being enamored with you. You were his and he loved every inch of you. From your toes to the tip of your nose…you were the angel he always imagined spending the rest of his earthly days with.

Yoongi leans down to kiss just above your navel, sending an explosion of chills up your spine. “You’re mine.” His voice is raspy, low, and music to your ears. You lick your lips. Feeling as he taps your side, gesturing for you to flip onto your stomach, you do so, dropping your hand from your mouth to instead lay your hands over your head. A gasp escapes your lips as Yoongi’s palm comes down on you like a storm out of the clear blue sky. “Up.” He commands, giving your ass another quick pop, although one that's not nearly as intoxicatingly hard as the previous. Upon propping yourself up doggy-style, you wait for the tip of his cock to kiss at the entrance to your vagina, dripping with the need to be filled. As expected, not a minute too soon you feel him line himself up with your opening, pushing back your folds and trudging forward into the velvety warmth of your core.

The glorious pressure you’re all too familiar with—but have been without—builds in your lower body as he reaches the hilt. “Such a pretty pussy-” Yoongi grumbles, his voice raspy and full of promise. He moves slowly at first, causing you to sink your teeth into the plushness that is your bottom lip in impatient frustration. “I hope I don’t mess it up too badly~” He smirks, devious intent ever present on the surface of his tongue. As the last word passes his swollen lips, he thrusts deep, hitting your cervix before pulling back out with a cacophonous of ever pleasant sounds that make your ears ring in delight. You snap your head up and back, the tresses of hair occupying your scalp startled into being thrown against your shoulder blades.

Yoongi growls out a baritone moan, his fingers digging into your hip bones as he continues to thrust into the stretched but ever tight cavern of muscle between your legs. With his pleasure reaching new highs, he ends up thrusting hard enough to make you lose your balance, forcing your arms to buckle and your chest to hit the mattress. Nonetheless, Yoongi continues to pound into you, ignoring your collapse in pursuit of a lust so powerful it distracts from his average train of thought. Despite continuing to move, Yoongi still caresses your love handles adoringly as means to say “I’m still here, are you okay?”. Moaning his name proves to be enough for Yoongi when he pushes himself as far as he can into you and holding him there for a second longer than the last, his languid movements driving your inner succubus insane.

Then he stops, slipping out of you but placing a reassuring hand on your derrière which implores you to stay put. With his palm slipping from your behind, you feel Yoongi move, leaning towards one of the end tables where your phone lies on its charger. “Y-yoongi?” You stutter, questioning why he stopped with a turn of your head.

“Shh.” He shushes, unlocking your phone with his fingerprint and admiring the picture of him kissing you under the mistletoe just last year at the cheesy Christmas party everyone banded together to throw where you all drank cheap beer and got drunk off each others company. Then, remembering the task at hand and the idea he begs to try out, he opens your phone camera. “I want to remember this.” He answers your curious eyes, his irises meeting yours as he holds your phone and strokes his drenched length before climbing back onto the bed with you. “Now make some good noises for the camera babydoll.” Heat envelopes you as you suddenly feel both aroused and hesitant when Yoongi begins to film himself renter you. However, any hesitation is quickly subdued when he rips into you at an unwavering and malicious pace. You moan lowly, the cry of pleasure falling from your lips not only for the camera, but in approval for the man behind you. “Oh baby, you’re making such a mess down here.” Yoongi praises, admiring how his cock slips in and out of you with ease, your cunt making the most utterly pleasing lewd sounds he’s ever heard.

“Harder Yoongi! Harder!” You recoil, begging in beguiling tones of voice.that have even Yoongi raising his eyebrows. Giving you what you want, Yoongi moves the phone from his right hand to his left, reaching forward and bundling up a bunch of your hair to use as leverage, yanking the makeshift handle towards him and pulling himself forward. He leans down and kisses between the two gorgeous dimples at the base of your spine, the camera moving to capture every little detail of your sensual lovemaking.

“Shit-” Yoongi slurs, squinting before slowing his pace to get out a sentence without struggling, “I’m close, turn over so I can see that pretty face of yours when I make you cum with me.” You nod, moving forward and off of Yoongi’s length before he helps you turn you over onto your back with your legs spread. Relaxing your rather tensed muscles, your previously bowed back eases into the plush surface of your shared bed. “Smile~” He coos, his uttered words half a joke and half an order when he moves the camera into your profile, your eyes blown out with pleasure and your mouth letting out pant after pant as you look into the cameras dark lense. A smile greets the reflection of the smooth glass, faltering only when Yoongi realigns himself and thrusts back into you with a chorus of telltale wet sounds that inform you of the wrecked state Yoongi has you in.

As the in and out motion continues to flow between you like a well-oiled machine, you flutter your eyes open to look at Yoongi’s sweaty face. His eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched, and yet he still looks so breathtaking. How someone can be so bewitchingly handsome is beyond your realm of knowledge. The phone in his hand has begun to tilt as he’s drawn away from keeping the footage anywhere in the area of well filmed. Taking it upon yourself post moaning, you reach upwards and pluck the device from his sweaty hand. His eyes open in a near panic, but they settle once realization sets in. Holding the camera on him, you reach up and touch his face, instilling a new brand of energy that has Yoongi feeling alive all over again.

“Didn’t I say-” He chokes, feeling you intentionally squeeze your walls around him to provoke a reaction for the camera. “I want to record your lewd face when you cum, not mine!” He bellows, looking into the camera where he knows you’re staring. You smile and whimper when Yoongi snaps his hips into yours much harder than the previous times. He bows to kiss you, his soft plump lips brushing against your own and distracting you from gripping the phone tight enough to keep it from slipping. As Yoongi's tongue grazes yours he continues to gradually increase his speed. You moan deep within your throat, dropping the cell phone and allowing your hands to trail their way upwards from Yoongi’s cheek to his hair, pulling at the pastel strands.

“Yoongi! Fuck!” You growl, starting to repeat his name like a mantra, yelling out a series of agreeing terms that has Yoongi humming in delight. The purr in his throat only lasts so long though, as your nails dig into the sinew of his shoulder blades and scratch down the pale skin.

“Cum baby-” His pace increases, pounding into you harder and harder. “Cum all over my cock….show me that high you’ve been begging for.” He smirks, a dexterous set of actions following the dirty chimes that come spewing from his gummy smirk. You recycle his words in your head, one after the other. Replaying his dirty look and the way he clicked his tongue after saying it.

You rapidly nod, throwing your hand away from him to instead bite down on the fleshy part of your thumb, “You too, cum inside~” You lean upwards, biting on his earlobe and whispering in his ear. Yoongi only growls in response, pulling himself out to the head only to descend right back into you at a rate that has tears manifesting in the corners of your eyes. “Aah! Shit!” You groan, falling back down to meet the mattress. Yoongi smiles at the reaction he pulls from you, caressing your cheek before biting the inside of his own.

“Watch as I pour inside of you.” He roars, reaching down and holding your breast before pulling and slapping the flesh as you stare down between your preparation graced bodies. Moaning from the sting around your areola, you squeeze your eyes shut before inhaling as Yoongi massages away the pain. “Quick baby, watch.” The sight alone makes your walls clench tighter around Yoongi’s cock. He swallows hard, exhaling out of his nose in response to the overwhelming pressure. Eventually, he leans down and kisses your forehead, never slowing his pace. The buildup that seemed to have lasted years finally breaks off in the form of the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever felt rip through you. Your walls clench and spasm, your back bowing into the bed in utter erotica and burning satisfaction so strong you’re sad to feel it starting to leave your body.

“Fuck.” Yoongi snaps. It’s only seconds after your own climax that his own all-powerful orgasm spills from his nerves, his continuing thrusts prolong both your initial climax and his.

He sporadically thrusts into you, attempting to squeeze every last drop from his length and spreading it against your warm walls that keep him squeezed inside you. Both of you melt, reveling in the feeling of skin on skin as Yoongi finds himself unable to hold himself upright due to the exhaustion that suddenly hits him. Yoongi’s soft—yet sweaty—hair brushes over your exposed shoulder like a thousand sweet butterfly kisses. This may as well have been the longest week of your life...zero contact...zero love shown and you are more than glad to have it done and over with.

Your mouth falls agape when speaking finally becomes a possibility after recovering from the mental toll this past fucking has taken on you. However, Yoongi beats you to it.

“I’m sorry babydoll.” He sits up and slides out of you, his softening member covered in his own seed and your juices that have mingled since your simultaneous undoings. “I shouldn’t have neglected you like I did.” His look of sorrow is utterly heart wrenching…however, he said this same thing the last time you two went through an unintentional dry spell, and that's the last thing you want to happen again. You need to install a preventative software in that big brain of his. So, you hatch a plan.

Feeling devious, you grab your phone that lies next to you and hold it up to Yoongi’s face. It has been recording nonstop since Yoongi pressed the button at the base of the phone, and you want to make sure you get this on film. “Maybe this will help for when you think leaving me without a good fucking for weeks on end is a safe decision.” You zoom in on his sweat crested features, feeling as his cum starts to coat the interior of your thighs as your walls start to force it from them with each tense of your core muscles. “Jungkook he…offered his help. Not to mention that Taehyung seemed pretty enthralled with the idea of subduing my growing neediness.” Yoongi’s expression darkens as he examines the features of your face and attempts to figure out the point of this short analogy. “That being said, if you neglect me again-” You lick your lips. “I’m sure any of the other guys would be willing to help me out instead.” His breath hitches, and upon glancing down, you see that the ire bubbling inside him has returned to a glaciated state.

Whispering in a tone of voice so deep and thick, Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, and his hand comes up to steal the camera from you in a swift motion that has you jumping. “Is that so?” He growls, dropping his voice a couple octaves. You continue to smile, entirely proud of setting him off and instilling a new idea for him to ponder after neglecting you for too long. Your cockiness only grows when the precise actions you were hoping for take place.  “It seems that i’m going to have to fuck that very idea out of you.” Without a sliver of hesitation, Yoongi grabs you by the waist, disregarding the recording and instead sweeping you clean off the beds surface and into his arms. “Is Sir mad?” You tease, noticing his twitching eyebrow as he continues his course to the bathroom with heavy steps.

“Furious.” He opens the door with his elbow, spinning before entering the dark room.

You watch as Yoongi turns on the light, his face fully visible once more. “Should I be scared…?” You tense around Yoongi as his hands hold you at the asscheeks.

The air’s gone frigid, but you're hot. Your blood is boiling in the way ones does when aroused. “You tell me.” Yoongi’s eyes have blown out to pull in every strand of light and lust that surrounds the air close by. He places you in front of the sinks, your asscheeks hitting the cool granite countertop when Yoongi backs you up. “You’re going to stand there and face straight until I tell you otherwise. Do we understand each other?” Nodding, you link your fingers in front of you, pressing your palms to your lower abdomen as you feel the warmth between your legs become unbearable. Even simple tasks such as choking down a measly whimper is becoming increasingly difficult for you to uphold.

You watch closely as Yoongi opens the large glass door to the shower and feel the water to test its temperature. When satisfied he walks back over to you, lust coating his features and enthralling yours. With eyes deeper than the depths of every ocean, Yoongi looks deep into your ever gleaming eyes. He caresses your cheek softly, a glimpse of his soft side coming through for only a brief second in time. “I’m going to be rough with you.” He smirks, whispering and allowing the dominant and possessive side of him to flood his being and come out to play.

You bite your lip, “So be rough with me.” You gulp, digging your fingernails into the countertop before grabs you by the waist, spinning you to face the obfuscated mirror that continues to fog due to the steam that rises and escapes through the shower. Placing a hand between your shoulder blades, he pushes you down and forces you to lean over the cool stone. Your breasts push into the granite, causing you to shiver, your nipples standing erect against the stone that feels like ice.

With you in position, Yoongi takes it upon himself to glide two of his strong piano playing fingers down the length of your spine. The light touch causing goosebumps to form across your skin. However, this soft touch is not what Yoongi has in mind. He distracted you to divert your attention from the motion he really has been gearing up to put in play. At the perfect moment where you bite your lip, he rams inside of you, causing a jolt of painful pleasure to ricochet off your nerves.

Without giving you a second to breathe, he grabs a fistful of hair with the hand that was just lightly touching you, and yanks you towards him. Tears well up in your eyes as Yoongi mercifully pounds into your cervix. You must’ve really pissed him off for him to be so rough with you. You had no idea he even had this pent-up energy inside him after the steamy exchange that took place just in the other room. Unlike the session in the bedroom, little to no words are exchanged as he mercifully fucks the hell out of you from behind, only a chorus of high pitched cries of pleasure that pour from your lungs.

It isn’t until your inevitable orgasm comes into view that Yoongi finally pipes up.

“They could never love you the way I do.” He’s stern and forceful. A thrust causing his hip bones to grind against your ass. Listening to his words makes you want to deny that little remark, force him to teach you a lesson. On the other hand, the woman that loves him wants to reassure that he’s the only man-made for her. Your lungs prove to be as little help as your brain when you can only settle with moaning in response, giving him the assurance that you know he’s right. “Let alone fuck you the way I do.” He’s right. Until Yoongi met you-you had never been fucked so hard or so eloquently.

When you look back at it, your previous boyfriends obviously had no idea what they were doing. None of them even stand on the same playing field as the man holding you now.

Yoongi admitted to imagining what he’d do to you after making your acquaintance at a fan meeting years ago. At the time the group hadn’t broken it big so the fanbase was still in its toddler stages, diapers and all. Even so, the boys were more than popular with the ladies…Yoongi knew this and yet he kissed the top of your hand and whispered sweet things in your ear from across the three-foot-wide table. Both actions were things the boys usually refrained from performing to prevent jealousy amongst other fans or to cause drama. Little did you know, the entire gesture of kissing your hand was his way of slipping a note between your fingers, one that concealed a place to meet him the next day. It felt like a fairy tale. However, the love making the two of you later pursued was the real magic that had you sucked in. The crabby prince and the soft-hearted princess.

Who knew they’d make such an innate couple?

Your blinding climax rips the memory from your grasp. Your eyesight taken by the power of it. You press your forehead to the counter, chin tucked in towards you, panting out moan after moan. Music to Yoongi’s ears. Hearing you pant and groan tells your lover to increase the speed of his thrusts in order to prolong your climax. The movements do just that, ripping another wave of your orgasm right through you, this one even more powerful than the last. You judder under his thrusts, your walls feeling almost numb due to the amount of friction and nerve action that courses through you with every languid moment Yoongi conjures. If it weren’t for his hand on your hip you’re certain you would’ve buckled to the floor.

You exhale sharply, feeling thoroughly used and fucked to the finest extent. Yoongi, upon cumming himself,  stops his movements and slides out of you, watching with a lascivious smirk as his cum trickles out of your opening and drips down towards the floor.

You’ve never felt so…full.

Twice has Yoongi cum inside you since arriving home. There’s something strange however, you have yet to move from the counter, holding it in a death grip as your chest heaves and your eyelashes flutter as you come down from the heavens as you continue to replay the seductive scene in your head. Removing you from your daydream, Yoongi places his Elvin-like hand to the back of your neck lovingly, pulling you up slowly so your back is pressed against his chest. As thanks, he ravages your neck, covering the scale of it in kisses and love bites that have you feeling weaker in the knees than you already are. In the heat of the moment your hand hooks around the back of his neck, your fingers massaging into his scalp.

“We should clean you up.” He whispers through kisses, leaving a hickey in place of the last kiss that was placed anew a twin just below your jawline.

It's then that you can tell, as Yoongi’s arms leave you and you fall back towards the counter, looking for support. “Yoongi...” You trail off, attracting the attention of your significant other who hums in response. You wipe away a patch of condensation in the mirror, looking into it to find Yoongi staring right back, reading himself to hear whatever it is your about to say. “I-I can’t feel my legs.” His serious face melts into one harboring an expression meant to house a laugh, a sound that escapes him once he realizes that you really can’t manage to walk more than a foot before crumbling under the soreness left in Yoongi’s wake. A reminder for the few hours at least.

Leaning towards you, Yoongi whispers, “I told you none of them can fuck you like I can.” He kisses the nape of your neck, grabbing both your hips to help support you. With Yoongi guiding you, you spin to face him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist and raise you to rest your ass on the counter. A gush of the seed inside you starting to seep from your opening due to the sudden movement. “We’ll have to clean you up this way first.” He licks his lips and spreads your legs, revealing your cum covered core, a sort of pride seeping from Yoongi as he spies the way it coats you suitably. Overstimulation is something you’ve started to drown in, your clitoris’ sensitivity soaring to new heights as Yoongi’s tongue brushes against your opening. The muscle pushes into you, exiting with a mouthful of cum and your juices.

“Mm.” Yoongi groans, spitting into the sink to your left. “I really packed it in you huh?” He kisses your knee, leaning back into a squatting position. “Want to try standing?” You give him a reluctant nod, leaving the countertop by throwing your weight over Yoongi’s shoulders, one hand on each side. Your relieved to find that most feeling in your legs has returned. After finding your balance and only relying on Yoongi as a just in case option, you look up to find that Yoongi’s soft eyes have returned, love filling them to the brim. You slide your hands off his shoulders and cup both his cheeks, giving them a quick little smoosh to make him look like a fish. He laughs through his nose and grabs your one hand, starting to walk towards the hot shower which has steamed up the entire bathroom since first entering.

“Let me finish what I started.” He sends you a soft smile, leaving you confused and conflicted. His soft nose wrinkles with the smile but his jawline remains sharp enough to pierce through solid steel. You’re completely and utterly besotted. Perhaps its the hormones in your body that still lie on high alert that has you feeling so magnetically drawn towards him at this very moment in time. Then again, maybe you’re just happy to have your Yoongi back. He obviously notices your staring and can tell your thinking hard because his eyebrows furrow and he smiles again. He pulls you into him and lands a soft, tender kiss on your lips. “So, have we learned our lesson?” He smirks again, the lust lightly invading the mass of his eyes for what you hope is the last time…to be frank you aren’t sure if your body can take much more of a beating. Recovering from an orgasm takes time…cumming twice only doubled your initial sensitivity.

Yoongi leads you into the shower, allowing you to step in first before following closely behind. You look at him upon pressing your now damp back against the tiled wall, the water being the only barrier between the two of you. You nod, “Have you?” He gnaws on his bottom lip, rocking his head back and forth slightly.

“Oh, I won't dare ignore you again. I’ve learned to cherish whats mine…the last thing I want is another man to touch you, let alone one of the members.” He finally enters the shower, drenching his pastel blue locks under the hot water. Droplets travel down his fit yet lean body, cascading his strong shoulders and his hip bones. Yoongi may not be the strongest or most physically fit man you’ve ever laid eyes on, but that doesn't stop him from looking absolutely ethereal in his own way. Joining your eyes, your hands begin to roam Yoongi’s body. It takes you by surprise when he reaches behind him and grabs your ass, pulling you under the water with him and flesh against his chest.

He captures your lips, the motion slow and intimate when compared to the ferocity of his previous kisses that demanded to overrule and steer the flow of not only his, but your motions as well. Behind closed doors, you’re the couple that’s cuddly, lovey-dovey, and sarcastic. When in the open, Yoongi becomes distant and afraid to show you off to the world. Sometimes, that mindset seeps into your home life and as a result…festers into a dry spell that you somehow need to overcome.