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You’re not a very patient woman, but you try to be on your best behavior when you let yourself in and see he’s immersed. You always let him come to a natural stop where he wants because you understand the creative process like few others do. That's something he really likes about you.

So you watch, and you wait. You’re laying flat on his sofa, legs hoisted up and crossed on the back of the seat as you scroll through Twitter as you hear the mouse sporadically clicking.

He chews on the inside of his cheek and furrows his eyebrows as he makes a cut in the sound. His tongue pokes out and grazes his bottom lip, wetting it, and you press your thighs together to stifle a little of your growing desire. God, he is beautiful. You watch as his hands fly over the keyboard, his dexterous fingers flexing and his rings shimmering in the light.

That tongue should be on you, and those fingers should be in you. You shift on the sofa so that your legs are down, and you can feel yourself getting wet. You pray for him to hurry up.

As if he had heard your prayer and decided to answer it, Yoongi takes off his headphones and hangs them on their designated hook. He turns toward you and finally really takes you in. He runs his eyes lazily over your crop top and mini skirt combination, raising an eyebrow at you in a silent question. You bite your lip and grin up at him with hungry eyes, giving him the silent answer.

You two had always been on the same page.

Like lightning, he’s out of his chair and on top of you, one hand up your skirt and the other one’s middle and ring fingers are pressing down against your tongue. This man can go from zero to one hundred faster than you can hike up your skirt, and you are one hundred percent here for it.

He massages circles on your covered clit as you suck on his fingers, more than eager to feel him inside of you already. He bites and nibbles along your cleavage and you smell his musky shampoo, and then…

His phone rings.

With a growl, he hoists himself off of your frame and grabs the phone on his desk. Once he sees who’s calling, he scoffs.

“I’m sorry, babe, I have to take this. He was supposed to call hours ago.” He slides the finger that was just a hair away from your clit across the screen to answer the call, and you deflate into the cushion.

You’ve been so good and patient; surely you can wait a little longer.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi blurts out, “You’ve got to be lying to me right now.”

You freeze. Oh, no. He’s mad. You can hear the man on the other end of the line rapidly talking, you guess in an attempt to defend himself.

“I absolutely told you that’s what would happen. Was I not clear? Did I not tell you that if it wasn’t dropped off by 5 that we wouldn’t be able to send it until Monday?”

This is going to be a long one. The ache in between your thighs is still there, pestering you. His heightened blood pressure has caused his veins to pop out of his arms, and looking at them bulge out is too much. You can’t take it anymore. You reach down and gingerly slide off your panties, tossing them to the side and then begin circling your clit with your middle finger. You sigh with the wave of pleasure that courses through you at finally, finally getting some relief. You pick up the pace.

“So you’re telling me that you have single handedly set this project back three whole days with your incompetence and you want me to figure out how it can be fixed?” he screams into the phone as he turns around and finally catches what you’re doing. He freezes, mouth agape. His eyes widen.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he mumbles, and you’re not sure whether its directed at the man on the phone or at you.

His eyes alight with something dark, and he comes over to you and grabs your wrist, stopping your movements. You pout and he barks into the phone, “Hold on a minute,” before he muffles the microphone on his black t-shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing, woman?” he hisses at you, desperately trying to keep his voice low, your arm still firm in his grasp, “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

You put on your best doe eyes and shake your head, poking out your lip slightly for maximum effect. He releases your wrist from his iron grip and goes back to his call.

“Absolutely not,” he says into the phone, as if answering his earlier question, “What makes you think that’s going to work?”

All you want is his attention, and now you know how you can get it. You let your hand graze against your throbbing clit again, and you have no reason to hold yourself back. You let one finger slide into your aching slit and moan at the pleasure. Hearing you, Yoongi whirs around again, this time with real heat in his eyes.

“Why does nobody listen to me!?” he yells, and he’s back on you in an instant. He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, where he sucks your finger clean.

“You’ve gotten yourself into this mess,” he says to the man, “You’re going to have to accept the consequences.”

Why does it feel like he’s talking to you too?

He holds the phone up to his ear with one hand, and his other quickly replaces the hand he removed. Without batting an eye, he pushes two dry fingers into your slit, and you groan at the stretch. God, it already feels so good. You’re so worked up already that you feel as though you’re already halfway there. The man on the phone is rambling endlessly and Yoongi pulls the phone away from the both of you, holding it at a distance, letting the man talk to the air.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he mumbles in your ear, “I can’t believe how impatient you are. You want it so bad, slut? You can fucking have it.”

He holds the phone back up to his ear as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you. You relish in the feeling of his long fingers pushing you to the edge. He’s listening to the man continue to ramble. His jaw is set and mouth is pressed into a firm line, clearly extremely annoyed.

“Sangook,” he says, but the man keeps talking. Yoongi adds a third finger, darting his eyes over to you for a moment as he watches you grit your teeth at the addition. He loves watching you take him, especially when you have to adjust to him. He continues his pace as he listens to the man ramble until he’s finally had enough.

“Sangook!” Yoongi yells, and the man on the other end finally goes quiet. The only thing you can hear is how wet you are; you’re squelching lightly with each entry of his fingers. He seems to notice too now, and flicks his eyes over to your heat. His eyes darken as he licks his parted lips, and he draws his eyes up your frame to meet your hungry gaze. He speaks clearly into the phone, but maintains his eye contact with you.

“Listen to me,” he says, arching his eyebrows at you as he presses his thumb against your clit. He’s bringing you closer to orgasm, and he knows it. “You’re just going to have to wait. You blatantly disregarded my instructions.”

Just as you tighten in preparation for your climax, he removes his fingers, and you almost start crying at the loss of pleasure. He turns away from you again.

“You’re lucky I don’t fire you for this, you know?” he barks into the phone as he stands up and leaves you there to painstakingly come down from the high that you were just moments away from.

You clench your thighs together and curl your legs up to you as you turn on your side and stuff your face into the throw pillow. You groan dramatically into the cushion, and you hope throwing a small fit will get you what you want. You peak up from the pillow, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, when you see him walking towards you with something black in his hands.

He’s holding his phone sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder as he listens to Sangook on the other end. Yoongi’s eyebrows are furrowed together as he fidgets with what he’s holding, and then you hear it: the unmistakable ‘rrrrrrrpp’ of tape being pulled.

Your eyes widen as you see the long strip of shiny black electrical tape catch the ceiling light.

“Yoon… gi?” you murmur, transfixed on his grin as he steps closer to you.

“I’m just going to have to make sure that this doesn’t happen again going forward,” he says into the phone, “you understand.”

He climbs on top of your frame, pressing your torso further into the couch as he quickly gathers your wrists and begins to tie them. You squirm beneath him, but his grip, and then the electrical tape, is too strong. Before you know it, your wrists are securely bound at the base of your back. You hear the roll of tape hit the floor, and you feel him shuffle behind you.

“Now,” he says, “to be clear, you’re on thin ice. Do you understand me?”

He hikes up your skirt and palms your ass with his free hand. You turn your head to look back at him as best as you can, and you poke your tongue out at him. Your desire to be defiant is strong today.

He tilts his head and looks at you with incredulity. His eyes wide, mouth agape, and furrowed eyebrows tell you that despite how bratty you’ve been, he’s still a little shocked. A moment later, his palm strikes your ass, and it strikes hard. You yelp as your skin smarts at the hit, cunt clenching at nothing. He leans forward, pressing his weight against you, and you feel his lips graze against the shell of your ear.

“Are you going to be good for me now?”

You huff. He wraps his hand around your throat and gives it a little squeeze. “Answer me, brat.”

“Are you going to give me what I want now?” you retort, and in an instant, he’s off of you and you feel his arm snaking under your belly. He hoists your ass up and presses himself against your slit; you look back and see the phone is still pressed up against his ear. You hear a faint zip, and your mind swims with thoughts of him fucking you while on a business call.

He eases himself in and lets out a long breath as he bottoms out. He fucks into you hard and fast, leaving you a whimpering mess on the throw pillow. He’s got one hand on the phone and his other on your hip, pulling you to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, uh huh, that sounds like a good plan, Sangook,” he says right as he lets his free hand find your clit, “Go see what you can do and make me remember why I hired you in the first place.”

You’re reaching your climax and the moment the hand that was previously holding the phone grasps your hair, you come undone. You scream and cry into the pillow, not wanting to be heard by Sangook on the other end of the call. He fucks you hard through your orgasm, and from the feeling of his grip tightening, you can tell he isn’t far behind. He grunts and spills out into you, sputtering his hips through his own high, groaning deeply as he pulls out.

“No, I just hit my toe. And Sangook, if you don’t have this fixed by the end of the night, be prepared to retrieve your things from the office on Monday.”

Red shibari rope surrounds each of your legs like a cage before confining your hands behind your back. The rope trails over your torso and is twisted and knotted around your exposed breasts, but not tightly. Just enough to accentuate your natural shape. Your legs are tied so that they remain apart, one held higher than the other to leave you fully exposed. Your stomach is facing the floor, but not entirely; Hoseok has tied you so that you’re almost lounging comfortably there, suspended in midair. The lines of rope flow with the form of your body, and even though all of your weight is pressed down onto them, the ropes are the soft and luxurious kind - no doubt expensive - that make you feel as though you could be floating instead.

Just then, your attention is jolted to your cunt, where his favorite black remote control vibrator has just been triggered. You clench around it, and your moan is muffled by the ball gag that is secured over your lips. When you open your eyes, he is standing solidly in front of you.

His black button up shirt and jacket combination is draped over his shoulders beautifully, and his shiny brown hair is parted in the middle. He looks incredible. Radiant. Sinful.

“You looked bored,” he says with a little smirk as he continues to let the vibrator run inside of you, “and we can’t have that… Perhaps I should turn it up.”

He twists a small knob on the remote and the vibrations steadily rise in frequency until they’re as high as they can go. A semblance of a scream escapes your lips behind the gag. You begin rocketing toward climax, but Hoseok knows you and your body too well. Just as you begin to feel the tingles spread over your body, he shuts it off, and your muscles immediately go lax from being tensed up and ready to come.

He laughs softly as you pant, and then takes a quick look around the room.

“You seem to have gathered some attention. That’s my good girl.”

Without another word, he pockets the remote, and you watch how his ringed fingers delicately pick up a flute of champagne from one of the server’s tray tables. Then he simply walks away. His immaculately shiny black shoes gently thud on the marble floor as he makes his way through the crowd, to presumably some other obscenely rich friend of his.

You feel a small amount of saliva about to peak over your bottom lip. You’ve been good about swallowing everything but it seems your denied orgasm has made you forgetful. Moments later, a small thread of your own spit runs out of your mouth and onto the floor. You know that you have been dripping from the other end too, and you wonder if any of the guests have just seen you drool on yourself.

As if to answer, Hoseok comes back from behind you and grabs you by the jaw. His face lights up when he confirms that you have made a mess of yourself. He turns to one of his guests and speaks.

“See, Namjoon?” he says, tilting your head up toward his guest so that he can see, “She’s incredible.”

You meet eyes with the guest, and put on your best innocent look. You love how a blush starts to creep up into his cheeks, and how his pillowy lips part slightly. Even though you’re bound from head to toe and easily the poorest person here, you feel like you’re the most powerful person in the room. The guest clears his throat and turns his attention back to Hoseok.

“How much was your price?” he asks.

Hoseok looks down at you, and a smirk begins to form on his plush lips.

“1,000 US Dollars. Per second,” he says, “Which charity will it be, then?”

You’d been the one to come up with the idea for the proceeds from the charity fundraiser to be benefitted by getting to control the vibrator. Hoseok loved it.

“Your education charity,” he says, “and I’ll take 30 seconds.”

Hoseok nods, “Do you want to go ahead and write the check now or do you want me to keep a tab running and let you know at the end of the evening?”

The tall man considers this, and looks back at you for a moment before answering, “keep it open, will you?”

“Alright, Mr. Kim. All yours,” Hoseok says as he fishes out the device from his suit pocket before turning to you, “Be good, you hear me? Don’t come until you have been given permission by either Mr. Kim or myself. Understood?”

You nod frantically as you watch the remote being transferred from Hoseok’s hands to Namjoon’s. The earlier flustered man turned more confident once he held the little black fob in his palm - quite a large palm now that you look at it closely. It would look so nice trailing up your thigh, you think. You look up at Namjoon and convey a pleading look, one that silently asks for mercy.

He does not give it.

With a small grin, he turns on the vibrator, and you scream (or try to) at the suddenness of the sensation. He spends his entire 30 seconds with the device in your pussy at full speed, and you can’t hold back your groaning. You clench around the bullet, and when his time is up, you feel beads of sweat starting to form on your brow from the exertion. You’re left a panting mess in front of him, Hoseok, and every other guest that has turned to watch you squirm.

Namjoon’s satisfied smile and nod encourages others in the room to have a turn. Before long, you see a few more guests make their way over to where you are hanging. This time it is a group of women.

“Hye-jin!” Namjoon exclaims, before he hugs the woman and offers a short to the three others that come over with her. She’s dressed in the most beautiful black form fitting dress you’ve ever seen. Her hourglass figure sways captivatingly in the gown, and you’re momentarily mesmerized by her figure. You look up at her and she’s smirking down at you; you were too distracted at the way the large jewels on her necklace fell over her collarbones to realize that they were already discussing you.

“I should have known it would be you to break the ice,” she says playfully to Namjoon, who just presses his lips together in resignation as he puts his hand to the back of his neck.

“How’s the comeback?” he asks casually, as if there isn’t a fully naked and exposed woman suspended in front of him. His ability to be so casual while you’re at the edge of your sanity shoots a ping of arousal through your body. You shiver slightly, and you catch Hoseok looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. He’d never admit it, but he cares about you a lot. You can tell he’s checking to make sure you aren’t getting ready to start snapping your fingers- the safe action you’d both agreed on to release you from the ropes and send you into his master suite. Even when he had walked over to find Namjoon, you know even then he wasn’t out of sight or earshot from you.

He had a clean and plush robe stowed away in the closet nearby, and was always ready to release you should you want to be. You’d worked together before the event to set up a space in his suite to go should you need to retire for the evening, and you caught him setting a hoodie of his on the side of the bed where you typically sleep. You’d always playfully taken them, either to flirt or to wear it (and only it) to encourage a round two. But he had never deliberately set one of them aside for your use. He knows you won’t be using it to flirt or to rouse him into more sex, so his little efforts to bring you as much comfort as possible had set alight something in your heart.

He really did take pride in taking good care of you. As a good sugar daddy should.

You’re yanked back to reality when the vibrator starts up again. You clench around it and feel a gush of wetness surge out at the sensation of it going at full blast. Just when you become used to the speed and lower your whining, you open your eyes to see the woman holding the remote this time, grinning down at you with full lips. She meets your gaze and turns it up all the way, which makes you tense up every last one of your muscles. The woman next to her with long, light hair and a wicked gaze, whispers something to her while eyeing you up and down. It then occurs to you that you weren’t paying attention and don’t know how much time she purchased.

As the seconds tick by, they feel like hours. With the device at full speed, you feel yourself closing in on a climax, and so you squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the orgasm that is about to rip through your body…

She turns it down to the lowest setting and watches as you groan at the second denial crushes you. More saliva drips down your chin as she switches it off, leaving you with only the beads of sweat that cling to your skin.

“Thank you, Hoseok. Worth every penny,” Hye-jin says, handing the remote back to him.

Hoseok beams his thousand-watt smile at her, and congratulates her on both the success of Maria, her solo album, and then thanks her for her donation.

She thanks him in return, and both women walk back into the crowd. Namjoon has also gone, which just leaves you with Hoseok again. His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see a fire in them that you’ve never seen before. You’re dangling about waist height, and you can’t help but to look down from his face to try to see if you can make out a bulge. You don’t get time to really look, because as soon as you break eye contact, he moves to your back and smacks your ass cheek hard. A loud thwack echoes throughout the large space, over the din of the partygoers. You inhale sharply at the sting, and let your breath back out in a long groan, drawing the attention of more guests. You knew that the champagne would loosen inhibitions eventually.

You hear the footsteps of a couple other guests walking toward you from behind where Hoseok stands. You crane your head to try to see over your shoulder, but they stand just out of your peripheral vision. They’re talking in low voices, and you can’t make out what they’re saying. You wish you could swing yourself around and look at them, but knowing that the only thing they can see of you is your dripping cunt, you’re not so mad.

You feel a hand on your thigh, a touch you’re familiar with. You know it’s Hoseok’s hand, as he gently trails up your inner thigh, purposefully teasing you. An involuntary shiver runs through your body and you can’t help but to whimper slightly. You hear a man’s chuckle, and then he’s speaking, again too low for you to hear.

Hoseok uses his grip on your inner thigh to spin you around so that you’re facing the group of men. Namjoon has come back, this time with what appears to be a friend in tow.

“Baby girl,” Hoseok’s voice says gently, and you look up to meet his gaze, “Yoongi here has just asked if he may touch you.” Your eyes widen at the thought, remembering how just Hoseok’s hand trailing up your thigh had your toes curling. You look up at the new guest, and see only a cold and stone-like expression. His eyes seem to bore right through you, and directly into your cunt. You’re momentarily mesmerized under his heavy stare, before you slowly nod your head.

“Yoongi here has just generously donated one million dollars to one of my charities, so do you know what that means?” he asks you, not expecting an answer, “How long is one thousand seconds?”

“Sixteen minutes and 40 seconds,” Yoongi says, not breaking eye contact from you, “If I’m correct.”

If your mouth could drop, it would. Namjoon, looking up from his phone, just nods nonchalantly.

Hoseok asks the man what he has asked everyone else: if they would like to keep a running tab or if they would like to write a check now. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what you assume to be his checkbook. With rings glittering in the lighting of the room, his hand swiftly fills it out. He rips it out and extends it to Hoseok.

“I won’t be needing more time.”

His cool confidence in saying this small phrase makes your stomach drop.

Hoseok grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Remember, baby girl, don’t come until you’re told to. You want to be on your best behavior for Mr. Min. Trust me.”

He speaks sternly and then releases your jaw, trailing his hand back to stroke your messy hair, before settling on your two hands secured behind your back and giving them a light squeeze. A silent reminder of your out, should you need it.

This Yoongi must be… a force to be reckoned with.

“Your time starts now,” Hoseok says, tapping his phone screen. You squeeze shut your eyes and brace yourself for the abrupt shock of the vibrations, but seconds pass, and they don’t come. You gingerly open your eyes and look up at the man standing above you, toying with the remote. He regards it with vague interest, and then he flicks up his eyes to look at you. Your heart stops for a moment, as he begins to rake his onyx eyes over your body. He purses his lips slightly and begins walking around you, all too slowly.

Even though he has disappeared from your view, you can feel his eyes on you. Your anxiousness grows as he remains out of your sight longer, and this is no doubt intentional. It seems as if he picked up your unease earlier when he first approached.

This guy is good.

You’re so on edge, that the light vibrations that begin in your cunt still surprise you. He turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting, but these low and slow vibrations still make you have a sharp intake of breath. He finally arrives back to your front and seems pleased at your reaction. He squats down so that his face is level with yours.

“What a good girl you are,” he muses, lips parted, tongue playing with the inside of his cheek, “I hope Hoseok here treats you well. You seem… pent up.”

At those last two words, he revs up the vibrations slightly, causing you to let out a small moan. He stands and puts the remote in his pocket. You watch as he gently rolls up his sleeves to the elbow, his forearm flexing as he fixes them. Your hungry stare betrays you.

“Is she always like this?” he asks Hoseok, almost laughing at you. “God, she’s desperate.” He looks at you. “Does Hobi not fuck you enough, little girl?”

Your eyes widen at the implications, and you furiously shake your head no, trying to convey as much as you can with your eyes alone. He just chuckles.

“Loyal,” he says, “I like that.” He looks back up at Hoseok. “Is your agreement exclusive, or is there room in her life for a second... benefactor?” You look up at your sugar daddy, eyes wide with what he might say. He’s just standing there, arms folded over his chest, as if he were discussing the weather or the stock market.

“I’m afraid she’s all booked up for the foreseeable future, unfortunately,” he says cooly but firmly, a little bit of edge to his voice.

“Pity,” Yoongi says, taking a step toward you, “I could think of a million good ways to take up her time.”

“You’ve got 14 minutes left,” is all Hoseok says in response, a definite sharpness to his tone. You’ve only heard this type of voice from him when you’re being particularly bratty. You rarely hear him this stern.

The vibrations quicken slightly, and you can tell from your frequent use that the device is at about its medium speed.

Yoongi takes his hand and reaches out to your back, and with a featherlight touch, begins to trace next to where the ropes lie. He keeps working down your back, and gently trails down your bare ass cheek and ghosts against your pussy. You can feel the heat from his hand, impossibly close to touching you. You hold your head back and try to look at him as you whine out a plea.

“Eyes straight ahead, little girl,” he says, and you comply reluctantly, flopping your head forward dramatically as you sigh. His hand grabs hold of your thigh, and squeezes it so hard you’re sure you’ll find a bruise there in the morning. “And lose the attitude.”

You whimper as he releases your thigh, and goes back to delicately running his fingertips up to your core. He stops just short of your cunt, and you desperately want him to just touch you. You flex your back and buck your hips in order to push yourself onto where you know his hand is. Your clit makes contact with his hand, and as soon as you feel it connect, you feel it missing. Not even a moment later, a sharp sting spreads across your ass, and you clench around the vibe.

“What a greedy little slut you are. Do you always misbehave this much?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and as you meet his eyes, you can see he begins to fume.

“Namjoon, keep her head straight. Someone's not listening.”

You turn your head back around and Namjoon is quickly grabbing your jaw firmly in his hand. Your eyes meet his, and his earlier show of no mercy seems to still be intact. You feel Yoongi’s hand soothe the soreness he just created, only to once again reel back and give the same spot another firm smack, just as hard as the first one.

You cry into the ball gag and the shockwave from his hit sends you slightly swinging forward into Namjoon’s belt. Even though the vibrator is only at medium speed, you feel yourself beginning to get close to a climax. Your moans get longer and higher, and your body tenses to prepare for it. You hear Yoongi behind you.

“Don’t.”

You know exactly what he means. You focus on your breathing and furrow your brow in an attempt to stave off your orgasm. It’s working, but barely. He turns up the vibrations and you cry out again, your head shaking as much as Namjoon’s firm grip will allow.

“Don’t.”

You distance yourself from the situation, distracting yourself with thinking about schoolwork. The essay you’re currently writing. How the rough draft needs to be done by tomorrow night. You need three more in-text citations to make --

His hand is against your clit, and he’s rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, with just enough pressure for you to want more. You inhale sharply and work harder to distract yourself.

You have two of the quotes picked out, but you need to finalize the third one to really hammer in your point. Maybe you can spend tomorrow morning reading --

His lips graze over the ass cheek he tortured earlier, your smarting skin responding sharply to the gentle contact. He gives you a soft kiss, and then you feel a sharp pain as he sinks his teeth into your already ruined ass.

Your eyes fly open and you make desperate eye contact with Namjoon, trying to show him that you can’t last much longer. Thankfully, this Namjoon is a perceptive man, and he looks from you to Yoongi.

“She can’t take much more, Yoongi.”

“Good,” he says, breath grazing over where he just bit as he speaks. “Come, slut.”

For the first time tonight, your orgasm peaks and rips out of you. Your whole body trembles with the sensation, and you feel his pressure on your clit increase to see you through. The orgasm is hard, and long, and it leaves you with tears streaming down your cheeks, mascara running wildly. You’re coming down slowly, and you feel his hand pull away. Before you realize it, he is standing in front of you again. Namjoon releases you, and your head hangs lifelessly as you pant.

Yoongi stands directly in front of you again, and you find yourself staring at his expensive shoes. You’re completely spent. Post orgasm bliss spreads throughout your muscles, and then, a slight discomfort. You realize what it is: the vibrator is still going.

You squirm lazily and whine at the sensation, it being too much. Yoongi squats down and gently lifts up your head by the chin. Your exhausted eyes meet his, and he clicks his tongue.

“Aw, are you all sensitive now?” he asks gently, in an almost patronizing tone. You don’t care. You nod sleepily.

“Is the vibrator too much, little girl?” You nod once more, eyes fluttering shut.

“Then use your safeword gesture,” he says, almost as if it’s a dare. "Go on. Snap."

If he’s not done with you, then you’re not done. You open your eyes and look directly at him as if to say “challenged accepted.”

Without moving his eyes from yours, he cranks up the vibrations until you’re whimpering again.

“Six more minutes,” you hear Hoseok say from beside you.

“Plenty of time,” Yoongi replies without skipping a beat. “I think we can get three more in. One every two minutes? Surely a slut like you will have no problem with that, since you wanted to come so badly earlier.”

You groan at the ache in your cunt, and at the slight displeasure the vibrator is causing. Yoongi stands again and walks back behind you, and this time you know better than to move your head to look.

Soon the vibrations begin to feel pleasurable again, and you’re having a hard time keeping your moans quiet.

“Atta girl,” you hear Yoongi say from behind you, “Your next one’s already coming isn’t it? You greedy little thing. You’re going to ruin Hoseok’s nice floors with your slick. And in front of all these people?”

Just like that, you’re reminded that you have an audience. Quite a large one. You open your eyes to see just about every guest’s gaze glued to your straining form. The heat bubbles in your abdomen as your next climax rushes toward you.

“You may come again,” is all Yoongi says as you’re thrown off the edge again. As soon as you begin to recover from this one, he ups the vibrator to full speed. You scream into the ball gag at the overstimulation, and cry out as tears spill out of your eyes. It’s entirely too much, but you love it. Before you realize it, another orgasm rips through your body, almost as if it were a continuation of the last one.

He doesn’t miss this though, and spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can get a better view. At this point, you’re not sure if you can do another one. You feel as though you might pass out if you come again. But the overstimulation is so overwhelming that you can only think of reaching one more high. You tense your entire body and try to get another one, but your muscles are so spent that you can’t stay tense for long. After a few more tries, you just sigh and hang limply, your limbs heavy and tired. You hang on the edge of climax, being able to see the other side, but not being able to go there.

Mascara tears stain your cheeks from exertion, and you are well and truly spent. You give up.

But you don’t snap your fingers.

Yoongi fastens his lips over your aching clit, and sucks. Just like that, you feel your orgasm building again so you clench, desperately trying to claim it; this time, you reach it.

It tears through you like a slow strike of lightning. You feel yourself shaking as it takes its time fracturing within you. It grows white hot in your belly, and it’s as if every cell in your body has been burned alive. All of the energy you have left is spent thrashing in the ecstasy of your orgasm, and for a few seconds, you know nothing else but the pleasure.

You find yourself deep in subspace, practically dead to the world. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes. You barely register Hoseok as he begins untying the ropes around your hands, getting assistance from both Namjoon and Yoongi. You feel his hands as he releases your ball gag and caresses your face as he asks if you’re okay. You give the tiniest nod, and he wraps your limp form tightly in his arms as the two men finish unwrapping your legs. He swoops down and sweeps your legs up to carry you bridal style away from the party.

The next thing you know is the soft and cool silk of his sheets enveloping you as he lays you down. You exist there for a time, every nerve ending in your body tingling as you drift off.

You wake some time later to hear quiet chatting. You inhale and breathe in the musky scent of Hoseok’s favorite cologne. You find yourself curled around the hoodie he left for you. As you slowly open your eyes, you can just make out the time on the nightstand clock. It’s almost 3 AM; the fundraiser had to have ended over four hours ago. You breathe slowly and close your eyes again so you can focus on the voices in the room.

You hear Hoseok straight away; his tone is forever instantly familiar to you. The way his normal speaking rhythm is a little sloppy with alcohol. In reply is a voice you more recently became acquainted with. The voice who you last heard giving you permission to come. It’s a little bit more rough now, a Daegu accent slipping out in his intoxication. The third one takes you by surprise. A low and calm voice. Lower than you’d ever suspected possible, from hearing him speak this evening. Even still, Namjoon’s even tone is a rumble you can make out.

You sit up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to your head. You were sleeping hard. Your dry mouth guarantees that. At your movement, the three men stop their talking and look over at you. Hoseok is the first to set down his glass and walk over to you. His black tie is gone and so is his jacket. His collar is wide open, showing off his tanned chest behind the many unfastened buttons. He gets on his knees next to the bed and reaches for your hands. Once he finds them, his brow is creased with worry, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” he asks into your hands. You still have the weight of sleep over you, so you don’t respond right away.

“She had her gesture, Hoseok. She could have used it,” you hear Yoongi say, and you look in his direction. He sits with his legs spread, glass of whiskey hanging off of his fingers. Your eyes meet, and even though he’s trying to seem impertinent and uncaring, there’s a tinge of worry and guilt in his eyes. You glance to Namjoon and see that his worry is more plainly stated.

Hoseok caresses your cheek and turns you back to facing him. His eyes plead for an answer. So you give it.

“Yes,” you say, voice raspy, “I’m alright. I feel great, actually.” Hoseok visibly relaxes and you hear Yoongi across the room mutter an “I told you so” to Namjoon.

“He didn’t push you too hard?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you reply smugly, meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “But he did well and truly wear me out... Clearly."

You chuckle as Hoseok covers your hands in a million tiny kisses.

“Perhaps I do need to step my game up,” he teases, “I’ve never seen you so fucked out.”

“Nothing a good nap can’t fix,” you tease back. He smiles up at you, and you once again get lost in his brightness and warmth. “Mind if I join you all for a drink?”

“Of course not, baby girl,” Hoseok says, “I’ll go get your robe--”

You’re with him again this Friday night, making the drive to Bom’s house. It’s been a long week for the both of you; he’s been wrapped up in producing a track and you’ve been nose deep in college textbooks. His track is completed, and your exams are over. It’s safe to say that you both could use a good break.

It’s the end of the spring semester and the weather is going to be gorgeous tonight. The racing summer breeze coming through the open car windows is exhilarating. The sun is setting, and the warm evening light on Yoongi’s dewy skin makes him appear absolutely radiant as he navigates the highway.

You’re just listening to fun little summer jams as you speed off toward the city’s suburbs. Ones with funky little basslines that are easy to groove and sing along to. Ones that make you shout and laugh into the rushing wind. Ones that make you drink in the moment you’re having with Yoongi; ones that make you soak up all of his joy.

And when he steals a sly look your way, one hand still on the top of the steering wheel, you can swear your heart stops.

You’ve loved him as long as you can remember really knowing him. Since you were both 12, bonding over games of tag and basketball and the spilling of secrets to each other. You’d sit beneath the big tree in his backyard and share the snacks you’d bought at the corner store. He’d always let you have the last chocolate.

The only secret you’ve ever kept from Yoongi is the matter of your infatuation, and you are pretty resolute in keeping it that way.

He is the single most important person in your life. He had been there with you through it all; when your parents split up at 13, when your dad got you your first car at 15, when your long time boyfriend cheated on you at 16, when your dream college denied you at 17, when you got a full ride scholarship to a smaller university outside of the city right after that, when you were drugged at a house party at 20, when you were diagnosed with depression at 21, and when you were accepted into your masters program at 22.

You needed him, and because of that, you could never tell him.

You pull into the gates that surround Bom’s neighborhood. Her parents are pretty wealthy, so they live on a golf course. As you pull up into the driveway, you see some other students milling about, catching Frisbee. There’s Eunha, Ireum, Ji-Ah, and Miyeun that you recognize from some of your classes, but there are a few more that you’ve never met.

After a few rounds of drinks and a few lost games of flip cup, you all head outside to the back patio with all of your schoolwork from the year. Bom turns on the bluetooth speaker and sets it on the railing. You take in the night air and gaze up at the sky, wishing there was a shooting star to wish upon.

“Alright, everyone,” Bom begins, “essays and lab reports first, then tests, then miscellaneous homework.” Yoongi helps you dig through your stack to fish out the cursed papers. You all toss the stapled packages into the fire pit, one by one, each hitting with a soft thud. Once everyone has thrown their woes into the pit, Bom tops it with actual firewood and unceremoniously sets the whole lot of it on fire. You gaze into the center of the flame, watching your entire year catch fire. All the hours you spent doing that research project, all the disappointment when your group members wouldn’t follow through. Gone, like it never existed.

Yoongi’s holding your hand in his, and he’s busy drawing little circles with his thumb on your palm. Your head rests soundly on his shoulder, and you sigh into him, comfortable in where you are. The whole group piles in more papers, as you lament about the shitty professors and the shitty group projects and the shitty caf’ food and the shitty grades. Yoongi turns into you and nuzzles gently on your forehead. You feel his soft lips graze your temple, breath warm on your skin, tingles rising through your body, and you’re right where you want to be. Under the moon’s gaze with the person you love.

Before long, the breeze sends a chill through you that even the fire won’t remedy. Yoongi feels your shiver and unceremoniously removes his hoodie and puts it on over you, pulling up the hood and kissing your forehead. You always love when you wear his jackets; they surround you in his warmth, his smell. A smile plays across your lips until you notice Yoongi’s goosebumps.

“Hey,” you pout, “I don't wanna wear this if you’re gonna be cold.”

“I don’t wanna wear it if you’re gonna be cold,” he snaps back, smiling.

“Here,” you say, standing up from your deck chair. You take the step to get you to Yoongi’s chair, and sit in his lap. “This way we can both be warm, yeah?”

It takes him a second, but he wraps his arms firmly around you again, mumbling a “yeah, that’s fine” when you glance at him over your shoulder.

Your attention is called back to the group with Bom asks if you’re going to the Summer Romance Festival by the river next weekend. She’s been pushing you to get yourself out there more. The last time you were in a real relationship was high school, after all.

“I’d love to go; I hear they have the most beautiful fireworks display,” you start, “but I don’t think I will this year.”

“Well,” Bom says, “Why not?!”

“Because I don’t have a date, Bom!” you say, covering your face in the sweater paws you’ve made from Yoongi’s hoodie. “I don’t think I could find one in enough time.”

“Ya, just get Yoongi to go with you! You already do everything together anyway,” Eunha quips.

You notice that the steady rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest has stopped.

“Hey, you know we’re just friends, right Yoongi?” you look to him for backup.

The man nods, looking down and to the left.

“Okay,” Ireum speaks up, “In that case, do you want to go with me?”

“Wait, what?” you say.

“Do you want to go to the Summer Romance Festival with me? As a date?”

Yoongi tenses beneath you.

“Oh, I don’t know…” you breathe, “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. We can even get dinner before we go. Not too much, though. I’ll want to get us a treat from one of the dessert stalls.” Ireum says with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him, “Okay. We’ll go together.”

Yoongi stirs beneath you. “Hey, can you get off of me?”

“What, why?” you pout.

“I said get off.”

“Yoongi, wh--”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish before he abruptly stands up, forcing you to catch yourself. When you look back at him, he’s walking toward the French doors that lead back into the house.

“Ya! What was that about?”

He keeps walking. You storm after him and slam the door, trapping you both inside.

“Yoongi, I’m talking to you! What’s your fucking problem?”

He whirs around.

“Oh, I have a problem?”

“Well, it sure seems like it.” you spit back, hands on your hips.

“Why don’t you go talk about it with your date, huh?” he says, gesturing out the window to Ireum. “Don’t you have some details to work out? He gonna pick you up? You gonna let him hold your hand? On your nice little extra special romantic date? I guess I’ll just fuck right off and leave you two alone, yeah? That’s what you want, cause we’re just friends and all.”

“Yoongi, we… are friends! You’re my best friend!”

“Did you ever for a second think that I could want more?”

“What?!”

“I fucking love you, Y/N! Isn’t it obvious?! I’ve loved you since the 7th grade. You remember when we played spin the bottle at Ha-joon’s house? Do you remember when you kissed me?”

“Yoongi…”

“No, let me finish. Do you remember the frat party we crashed junior year? Remember when we got up onto the roof and made out until we fell asleep? And then you weren't there when I woke up so I walked back to my dorm and then we just pretended it never happened? What the fuck was that, Y/N?!”

You reach for his arm, but he backs up, flinching away from you.

“I am so in love with you it hurts!”

“Yoongi.”

“But I guess if that guy can make you happy, then whatever,” he sighs.

“Yoongi.”

“Go on your little date and have fun and I’ll just go write some more goddamn songs about you--”

“Yoongi!”

He stills, pain flashing through his eyes.

“Yoongi,” you say quietly, easing toward him, “I had no idea. I left the roof to go inside and get you some water. When I came back, you were gone. You had been drinking a lot that night… and I felt really bad because… I thought I had taken advantage of you… Ever since I first kissed you at Ha-joon’s house, I wanted to do it again. And again. And, you looked so good that night and up on the roof when you were laughing about the quarterback I just… I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I thought surely you didn’t want to actually be kissing me.”

“Why the fuck would I have kissed you back, then?”

“You were drunk, and I--” you’re cut off when he grabs your wrist.“I have wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you since you first kissed me,” he says, glancing down at your lips. ”I want to kiss you right now.”

You take no time in closing the distance between the two of you, your lips crashing desperately. You’ve tasted his kiss before, but this time feels different. His hands are winding through your hair, pulling you deeper into his kiss. You moan against his mouth, and he responds with his tongue teasing your lips, asking for entry. You grant it, and he explores. One of his hands holds your jaw, the other still intertwined with your hair. His tongue runs along your bottom lip before he sucks it in, drawing out a small whimper from you. Taking his hand from your jaw, he runs it down your neck and décolleté and then down over your stomach and latches it on your hip, sinking his fingers into your skin. He gives your hair a small tug, just enough to break the kiss and expose your neck. He breaks off and trails kisses up your jawline and then onto your neck, speaking in between kisses.

“You have… no idea how… much I’ve… wanted to tell… you everything,” he breathes onto your neck, and you feel a heat pooling in your panties.

“Please, Yoongi…” you say as you begin to run one hand under his shirt. He stops kissing and looks up at you with the softest expression.

“What is it?” he asks as he grabs both of your hands in his, bringing one of them up to his mouth to sprinkle kisses along your fingers.

“You…” you begin and sigh, “you have no idea how much I want you.”

He stills.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I’m sorry, I just…” he trails off, eyes getting lost in the way his jacket is draped on your figure.

Him eyeing you up doesn’t make it any better.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you say, eyes pleading up at him. “I’m tired of waiting.”

After a beat, he sighs.

“Neither of us are waiting another minute,” he says, landing a quick peck on your lips and going across the room to the couch, grabbing the throw blanket that rests on the arm.

“Come on, I have an idea,” he says, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the front door, across the street, through someone’s back yard until you reach the top of a hill on the side of a fairway. You watch as he scans the area, holding the blanket tight. His gaze lingers on two hills near the green of whatever hole this is, where there are a few more trees and hills to block you from the sightline of those second story windows. He looks at you, eyes asking the question. You smile and nod, and that’s all he needs.

He tugs your hand and you both go running down the fairway, laughing along the way. Once you reach your spot, he quickly puts down the blanket and lays on it. You’re still standing at his feet, hands fiddling with the ends of the jacket sleeves.

He smiles up at you and holds his arms up in your direction and says, “come here, beautiful,” while doing little grabby hands.

You slowly walk up to where he’s laying and sit on top of his hips, feeling how hard he already is. His hand rests on your hip underneath the fabric of his jacket, the other holding the side of your face.

“Let me see you,” he says with a tinge of whine in his voice, and that gives you an idea.

You reach under the still zipped jacket and fiddle around. Yoongi looks up at you befuddled, the corners of his lips turning down slightly as he tries to figure out what’s going on. When your hands emerge, one is holding your strapless bra and the other is holding the halter top you had been wearing. You can’t believe you managed to unzip the back by yourself.

You throw the garments to the side, and watch as understanding hits his face. His eyes glaze over and he licks his lips, clearly shaken up by your little trick.

He carefully dips his fingers below the waistband of your shorts and eases them down. You put your weight on him and give him a few kisses as he continues to move them down your legs. Once they too have been tossed to the side, you sit back up, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

He gently reaches up to the zipper of the jacket and begins to slowly pull it down, letting the cool night air in. You feel your nipples harden at the exposure to both the night air and Yoongi’s hungry eyes. He swallows and licks his lips as he runs his eyes over every new inch of you that is revealed. Memorizing your form, your perked nipples, the way your chest rises with each anxious breath.

He reaches back up to the collar and eases one shoulder of fabric off. You move to take the rest off despite the cold, but he stills your hand with his.

“Keep it on, please. I love seeing you wear my clothes,” Yoongi says, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles as you slowly grind your still covered core on his length. He groans in frustration, his pants getting tighter. You let go of his hand and run your fingers up beneath his white cotton v-neck, his ab muscles flinching under your touch. You help him remove his shirt, taking in the way his pale skin shines under the moonlight.

Seeing you look at him makes his cock twitch in his pants, and you think it’s time to provide him some relief.

You scoot back and start to undo his belt, getting low and staring up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches when you make eye contact with him, and then it starts to pick up as you undo the button and zipper. You shimmy down the denim, but leave his black boxer-briefs where they are.

You come back up to the waistband after releasing his jeans, and you take the elastic in between your teeth. You tug them down with your teeth while your hands pull them on the sides. His erection springs free, and he sucks in a fast breath when his cock meets the cool air. You take the opportunity to let your warm breath ghost over his throbbing cock, coaxing a deep groan from Yoongi. He puts his hand to your cheek, and you look up to meet his gaze.

“I don’t think I can last if you put me in your mouth, baby girl. We can do head next time,” Yoongi says, and your heart soars at the pet name. You ease back up so that you’re straddling him once more, and reflexively start to grind on him again.

“Please let me take care of you. Look how wet you are,” he says, running his fingers over your clothed slit, dipping one finger in to collect a bit of slick. He tastes his finger and says. “Yeah, we’re definitely going to need to do head next time.”

You blush at the thought of him buried between your thighs, vulgarly slurping up everything you have to give him. You clench just thinking about it, and Yoongi notices. He pulls your panties to the side, takes the head of his cock and presses it to your clit, teasing your entrance. His precum mixes with your wetness, and you can’t resist him any more. You’ve resisted him for years, and you’re done.

You slowly ease yourself down on his cock, only making it halfway down before you have to wait for you to adjust. You both look at each other; Yoongi’s jaw is set and his eyebrows are furrowed together. Your mouth drops open as you raise and lower yourself again, feeling the delicious stretch that accompanies it. You bottom out and begin setting a slow and gentle pace.

Your body is rolling steadily, moonlight creating beautiful shadows on your body as you take him in over and over. As many times as you’ve dreamed of this, you still didn’t fathom it being this good or it feeling this right.

Yoongi is everything you had imagined he would be and then some. The way he is looking up at you, the way his soft little moans escape every time you bottom out, the way his eyebrows furrow together at the sight of your dripping heat enveloping him. Perfection.

He takes his hands and trails them up the curve of your waist, stopping just below your breasts. He runs his thumbs over your nipples, making you shudder and arch your back, pushing your chest into his hands. He palms them, kneading little circles around your areolas.

You lean forward, putting your weight on him again, and he meets you eagerly with another kiss. He wraps his arms around your back, keeping himself under the jacket, and you pick up the rhythm. Yoongi scratches his nails all the way down your back. Once he gets to your ass, he cups it, squeezing gently. You place your forehead against his, and your eyes meet.

“Y/N,” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “you look so beautiful on top of me like this. Please let me see this sight for the rest of my life.” You whimper at the praise, and pick up the pace.

“Please,” he continues, small grunts mixing in with his words, “Don’t wake up tomorrow and pretend like this never happened. Please... don’t break my heart,” he pleads.

“Not a chance, Yoon. I can never let you go. You’re everything to me. You’ve always been.”

“Baby, I am so close. Can I--”

“Come with me, Yoongi. Let’s do it together,” you say. Yoongi’s hands are on your hips and he’s thrusting up into you with an unrelenting pace. At this angle, you can feel his head graze against your cervix with each thrust, sending white spots in your vision.

You both reach your end at the same time, breaths mingling as you come down from your highs. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat gradually slow. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head and sighs into your hair.

“So…” he begins, “do you wanna go to the festival with me?” Yoongi asks.

“Are you gonna pick me up? Let me hold your hand? Have a nice little special romantic date?” you fire back, trying your best to sound like him. You sit up on your arm, letting your hair hang over to one side, and watch the light dance in his eyes as he laughs.

And recently, he seems to be doing his individual practice right before your private lessons more often, which is something you’re definitely not complaining about. Does he know the effect he has on you? Surely he has to, the way he’s been changing his personal practice schedule around. Or maybe he’s completely oblivious; after all, in all the times you’ve been tangled up together in practiced combat, there’s never been a reason for you to think he feels the same way. He’s always been extremely professional. On one hand, you’re thankful; more men should learn from Jungkook’s example. On the other hand, though, you wouldn’t have to even think twice if he propositioned you.

Behind your eyes that are screwed shut, you can’t help but to picture him like that, like how he looked when you walked into the dojo earlier. As you keep laying on the mat, taking your time to recover. You open your eyes to see Jungkook standing over you, hand open and arm extended in your direction. You allow him to help you up, and you shake your head, as if to shake the thoughts of him out of it.

“Something the matter?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

“No,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck and averting your eyes, “I just feel off my game today.”

“Look, don’t sweat it. Everyone has those weird days, even me. What do you think it could be?”

“Well,” you begin, and decide to come clean, at least partially. “I’m just finding it hard to focus.”

“Let’s try again,” he says, getting into a sturdy fighting stance, “leave all the outside stuff outside, remember? It’s just you and me in here. Focus on me.”

Ugh, yeah, that’s the problem.

You begin circling each other, each of you trying to get to the other’s back. He strikes at your head with a very obvious feinted right hook, and you know exactly what he’s doing. He’s faking a strike to make you dodge in a certain direction… he’s setting you up to walk straight into his shin kick.

You step into him, intending to parry his punch up and out of your way with a firm upward block. You go to the same side that he attempted to punch you with, and notice that his opposite leg was going up for the kick, just as you had thought. Once he realizes you aren’t where he wanted you to be, it would be too late; you need to act now. You lift your right foot behind his right foot- the only foot that had remained on the mat. Using the force from your block and the hard sweep of your leg against the back of his heel, Jungkook loses his balance and finds himself falling backwards onto the dojo floor.

You do what your training instincts tell you to do, and quickly get into a full mount. As you sit on his hips, he begins to resist, trying to buck you off, at least. You can feel him trying to lock in your leg to flip you, and you’re determined to not let that happen. You’ve already been back to the mat twice today, and you want him to be in your shoes for once.

You lower yourself down and put more of your weight on him, desperately trying to prevent him from flipping you both. You scramble to get his arm into an arm bar, which will surely tap him out, and in your concentration, you have forgotten to pay attention to your leg.

In an instant, you’re flipped again, this time less harshly to the impact mat below. You have him in a full guard, and you’re doing a damn good job of keeping him at bay with your knees pushing away his torso, but you have to figure out a way to get him back underneath you. He’s punching at you now, and you study his rhythm. You look at the way his muscles ripple under his t-shirt, and as you see his shoulder muscle move in preparation for the punch, you grab it!

You hold on to his arm by the forcep, and bring it forward to crash his weight on top of you. You lock his arm into place, and use all your strength to make the two of you switch positions. You’re on him like a magnet, sitting astride his hips once more as he tries to buck you off. You decide to go for a chokehold this time; that’ll be the quickest way to end the match. You tighten your knees and lower down all of your weight onto him, having clearly learned your lesson the last time. As you lean forward to get your forearm pressed against his trachea, you feel his dick inside of his gi pants pressing clean against your mound. You freeze, just as you lean forward to execute the choke, a little embarrassed, and very aroused by what you feel. Jungkook freezes too, and the two of you make eye contact for the first time since you began to spar again.

Beneath his sweaty fringe, his dark eyes are hungrily looking up at you as he pants, and you feel him twitch beneath you. Just as you open your mouth at the sensation, he deftly grabs your arms and uses your stunned silence to switch you both again.

He wastes no time in grabbing both of your arms and pinning them back behind your head. You try to wriggle out of his grasp, but his hands are too strong and you’ve become too tired. You’re both panting wildly, and this time when you make eye contact, he looks a little scared. His lips part, and he looks down at your own before looking back up at your eyes. You do the same, and he takes that as your answer.

Just like that, his lips are on yours. They’re softer than you had ever imagined, and though you’re firmly on the ground, it feels like you’re floating. He goes slowly at first, but before long, they devolve into a hungry mess. His dick still pressing against you is a reminder of what you really want. You return the enthusiasm in your kisses, and start tugging on the hem of his black t-shirt. You bite his lower lip as you lift it up, exposing his torso inch by delicious inch. Seeing his abs crunch as he kicks the heavy bag is one thing; getting to run your hands along them is another.

Your roaming hands and sensual bite send him groaning, and he quickly sits up to rid himself of his shirt. You barely have enough time to take in his form before he’s helping you out of yours. Once your athletic dri-fit shirt is tossed to the side, he buries himself in your cleavage, kissing and biting around as he runs his hands down your side. You moan into the open air of the dojo, and he reaches up to cover your mouth with his hand. There’s never anybody else that comes in the dojo when there’s a private lesson happening, but the thrill of doing this in a public space is adding extra excitement to what you’re already feeling.

Jungkook kisses his way down your torso and starts to pull the elastic band of your gi pants, taking them down and your underwear with it. As the cool air hits your heat, you shudder and cover your face with your hands.

“Uh-uh, now. Look at me,” he says up to you in a tone that’s similar to the one he uses to teach- authoritative and confident. A voice that makes you want to listen. You slowly peek through your fingers to see his gaze locked onto you, head in between your thighs. You feel a blush creep up as you lock eyes with him, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

He slowly inserts a single finger into you, and you groan at the small stretch.

“You’re so wet already, I didn’t even have to touch you. Is that what I do to you?” he asks, and you’re not sure if he really wants a response or not. So you just nod slightly, still peaking from in between your fingers.

He inserts another digit, and before he allows you to get used to it, his pretty lips find your clit. You tense up at how gently he sucks you in. Your hands ball themselves into fists as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slowly driving you mad. He curls them up to hit your spot, and you begin to squirm. He rips himself off of you with a loud slurping sound, and pulls you by your arms with him. He yanks you forward with slight force, and your face ends up inches away from the tent he’s made in his pants.

You gulp and turn your head to meet his gaze. His pupils are wild and completely blown out, and there’s an air of desperation to him. He sees your hesitation and sits up, reaching his hand out to graze the side of your face. He strokes your hairline by your cheek as he speaks.

“You don’t have to,” he says, “I just want you to know that. Of course you don’t have to. We can stop, if you want. I just wanted to make that clear. I don’t want to stop, but only if you don’t want to stop either. Are you okay with this?”

You lean forward and kiss him again, and this time it’s much more gentle. You pull back and look up at him once more.

“Take off your pants so I can taste you,” you say. His mouth drops a little, and you can tell he’s starting to blush as he shimmys his waistband down. His cock springs up, head touching his belly and leaking precum. You make no effort to hide your gaze, and after a few beats, Jungkook starts to shift nervously.

“I don’t know why you felt as though you could tease me earlier,” you say playfully, “seems like you’re in the same boat.”

Jungkook bites his lip and looks away from you, and you relish in how greatly you’re affecting him. He’s been ruining the inside of your panties for months now, and it’s so gratifying to see that you’re keeping up with him.

You reach and drag your hands down his abdomen, delicately running your nails across his skin. His breath hitches when you get near his base, but you keep going right past it. You caress and squeeze Jungkook’s toned thighs and think to yourself that they look awfully good to ride....

You lean your head forward and press kisses to his pelvic bone. He tilts his head back to the mat and exhales deeply through his nose. His jaw is clenched tightly, and you can tell that he is trying his best to hold himself back. You allow your hot breath to graze the side of his length, and his whole body tenses at the sensation. He groans, louder than you thought he ever would, and the sound is like honey.

“Y/N,” he whines, “please.”

Your satisfaction in hearing him beg is palpable. He deserves mercy, you think, so you waste no more time in lowering your mouth onto him, taking his whole length in one slow motion.

You work his length, tasking the salty precum on your tongue. As he continues to get more and more worked up, you begin to feel a little salty about how he’s the only one gaining pleasure. So you give in to your desires to ride his thighs. While still gripping him, you throw your leg over to his side and lower yourself onto him, the friction satiating the burn you’ve been feeling in your gut.

Jungkook sits up to figure out what’s happening, and as he does, his eyes narrow from being full of blown-out pleasure to carrying a devious fire beneath them. As you grind yourself on him and continue working his length with your hand, he sits up fully and inches closer to your face. Jungkook grips your jaw firmly with his strong hand, and your eyes flutter shut in pleasurable response.

“You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he teases, “You want me to fuck you right here in my dojo, isn’t that right?”

Since his grip prevents you from speaking or nodding your head, all you can do is whine out a “mhmmm” and hope he understands it.

He lets go of your jaw, and you miss it, but he then grabs you by your waist and positions you so that your slit is hovering right above his cock. The head is right at your entrance, and he keeps you balanced right there on the precipice with his strength. If he were to let you go, with how wet you are and how hard he is, you’d take his whole length in one fell swoop. You’re not sure if that would be such a bad thing.

He starts to lower you down, inch by inch, and you groan at the stretch. He looks up at you as you do; he’s wanted for so long to see you like this, after all. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. When you’ve reached his base, you start grinding on your own accord, having grown impatient. Soon, as you pick up the pace, the sounds of your fucking fill the space, but you don’t care. Jungkook puts a thumb in your mouth, and you gladly take it in. You roll it around your tongue and start to bite it a little, and he sucks in his breath at the sensation. He changes angles slightly and starts to reach your most sensitive spot. You roll your hips more to gain friction to your clit, and you can feel yourself getting close. You start to tell him, but your words aren’t coherent.

“My… I- … Mmm, uh, I- Jungkook…” you breathe, focusing most of your brain on reaching your high.

Jungkook reaches up to your jaw once more, which makes you look at him. A few seconds after meeting his deep churning midnight eyes with yours, the coil in you snaps. Your body shakes at the white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. As you come down, you begin to realize how tired your legs are, and you’re naturally slowing down the pace. Jungkook lays back down and takes you with him, allowing you to put all of your weight onto his torso. He picks up the pace while you lay on top of him, almost completely spent of energy. You can tell he’s close, and since you’ve been able to recover a little, you look up at him with pleading, fucked-out doe eyes, and that alone pushes him over the edge.

He finishes inside of you, and you both lay there panting as you get ahold of yourselves. He speaks up first.

“I think I figured out what was distracting you,” he murmurs against your ear, and you’re too weak to even smack him on his cheek. Besides, you’re too busy basking in the afterglow of having fucked Jungkook in his dojo.

You drop the white silk robe to the floor, unleashing your new black lace set that you’d been saving for a special occasion, and this certainly was one. Yoongi’s eyes widen as he drags his gaze over your form, and they continue to widen as you stride closer. You catch him straining a little against the rope you’d used; it’s obvious how much he wants to touch you. He licks his pouty lips and you know you’ve got him.

You perch one thigh-high-stocking-clad leg up on the side of the seat, placing your thigh right next to his cheek. Yoongi opens his mouth for a split second before he catches himself. You lean into him as he looks away from you, playing hard to get, but this just gives you better access to his little ear. You lean down and grasp his earlobe between your teeth, feeling the cool metal of his dangling earring against your lips.

He stiffens up, ropes tightening under his pressure. You sink down onto his lap, letting your legs drape down the sides of the chair. As you wiggle yourself into a comfortable spot, you feel his cock twitch in his pants. You search his face for any sign of weakness, but all you see is frustration. His jaw clenches.

“Look at you, you’re so cute like this. All tied up and helpless… at my mercy… finally.”

“Someone’s cruisin’ for a bruisin’ if you ask me,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Guess that’ll have to wait for another time. Pity. Now, what should I do with you?” you ask while toying with his necklace. He huffs and strains against the rope once more.

What a brat.

You already know exactly what you’re going to do, because you’ve thought about this for a really, really long time.

Without a word, you get up off his lap, and hold the back of the chair securely in your hand. Yoongi’s face warps in confusion, and you smirk down at him. You shove the back of the chair, tilting it back to bounce on the low mattress of your bed. Yoongi and his chair are now precariously perched, balancing delicately on the edge of your mattress.

He opens his mouth, presumably to ask what the fuck you’re doing, but you’ve already hoisted your leg over his chest and lowered your clothed pussy onto his parted lips. He moans in surprise, but his eyes flutter shut as he begins silently teasing you outside of your panties. The tip of his nose finds your eager clit, and he groans into your heat. God, he looks so good like this.

You enjoy toying with him and taking your time, since you’re the one in control for once. It’s not often you get to get to dom the Dom. Even tied fast to a chair beneath you, he still manages to exude that unmistakable authority, that unshakable commanding presence. It feels like he’s humoring you, just letting you think you’re the one in control. He bites at the side of the crotch of your panties and yanks in a feeble attempt to get them out of his way. If his hands were free, he would have already torn them in two. Yoongi is not a patient man, but you aren’t in any hurry. Tonight is on your time.

You just laugh down at him, and he shoots you the look that usually is accompanied by a hard smack of his hand. You’ve never been able to be a brat for so long without punishment, and you can tell Yoongi is itching to correct you. His stare deepens and his jaw clenches again, and even though he can’t reprimand you, you still feel the weight of his authority on you, and you acquiesce. You remove your panties and toss them onto the bed, eager to have him back where you want him.

“Good girl,” is all he says as you lower yourself back onto his waiting lips. He closes his eyes and loses himself in you, as he loves to do. He licks a stripe up your slit and hones in on your aching clit, finally giving you some relief. His tongue makes quick work of your resolve; with each flick, you turn more and more into a puddle. He grunts into your pussy, trying to be as obscene as possible. He loves to see you flustered and in pieces, and he’s doing his damndest to get you there.

His tongue slides into your slit, and your head flops back with the wave of pleasure he is sending through you. He’s being so good, eating you so well; you decide to reward him. You reach back and palm his cock on the outside of his pants. He grunts up into your cunt and tries to thrust up onto your hand. He’s desperate for friction, and you love to see him squirm against the ropes. You hope you tied them tightly enough, because he’s continuing to strain against them with even greater ferver. Your touch has stirred something inside of him, and he’s becoming a little unhinged.

You grip his member harder, holding it as best as you can with his jeans in the way. His tongue’s dexterity expertly guides you towards your climax, and as soon as you finish riding through it, something pushes your lower back and you’re sent tumbling forward onto the bed.

As soon as you right yourself and look back towards where you had Yoongi on the chair, you find him standing there, twirling one end of the rope that had been restraining him as the chair lies on the carpet.

Uh-oh.

He’s got the biggest shit eating grin and the darkest stare you’ve ever seen on him. He looks like a kid who’s next in line for ice cream. He steps closer, and you know you’re in for it.

Yoongi springs forward, trapping you under his weight. His hips are firmly pressed against yours and you try to wriggle out from under him.

“Why the hurry, little girl?” Yoongi teases, holding your wrists down firmly to the comforter. “You weren’t in such a big rush earlier. You should learn how to tie better knots. Here, let me show you.”

He takes your wrists and binds them together quickly with the rope, tying a sturdy knot faster than you can register. He pulls down on the rope, pulling your wrists down with it.

“Where’s that smart mouth now, huh?” he asks as he shifts his weight off of your lower half, quickly fastening your bound wrists to your knees. You just give him your thousand degree stare, but inside you quake at how good he looks having to rein you in. His arm muscles flex as he pulls the rope taught, straining to get you under control. You like to ensure that he has to earn it. He finished the final knot around your knees and huffs as he steps away and enjoys his handiwork.

“Now, there’s a good girl,” he muses caressing your calves, which are sticking right up in the air.

“Yeah yeah, just barely,” you say, thrusting your feet in the direction of his face. He barely dodges out of the way in time, but he catches your ankles with his hands and kisses up to your thighs as he speaks. This would be nice, if you only had been done being in charge.

“Hey, be good and I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” he asks, peeking up at you from his position between your thighs. “You’ll be good?”

You sigh and roll your eyes.

“I’ll be good.”

And with that, he dives back in. You push yourself onto his mouth as much as you can, desperately trying to grab more friction. You hear his belt buckle followed by his zipper as he frees himself. He’s gone from your heat for only a second before he pushes into you. You’re still so wet from your first climax that he slides in easily. He sets a grueling pace, and you can hear how wet you are.

You feel him graze your cunt with his fingers, and then he’s reaching up to place those fingers into your mouth. He presses down on your tongue, your own juices coating the top.

“See how fucking good you taste?” he growls.

You suck the remains off his fingers, and then bite down on them- hard.

“Hey!” he yelps, yanking his fingers out and keeping his unrelenting pace, “Watch your mouth, brat.”

You stick out your tongue and he responds with a smart slap on your thigh, hard enough that there’ll be a bruise tomorrow.

“What if I don’t?” you retort.

He folds your legs and presses them down on to your torso, his weight holding them steadily there. As if to answer your question, his lips meet yours in a hungry kiss. His hand finds your clit as he resumes his thrusting, and on the next kiss, you're able to nip his lip, just shy of breaking the skin.

He pulls back and his face is consumed in this incredulous look.

“Okay, you little shit,” he says, extending his arm back. You brace yourself for another smack, but he comes back around holding something black.

Only when he begins stuffing it into your mouth do you realize what they are: your panties from earlier.

As your own taste coats your tongue again, he angles your hips up so that he hits the spongy spot that has you seeing stars. Your next climax is coming fast, and with the look in his eyes, you can tell Yoongi’s not far behind. He reaches forward once more and grabs your jaw, directing you to look at him. You watch his lips part and mouth the word “come” and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge. He follows suit, and you can feel him spilling inside of you, hips sputtering to a stop as he collapses on top of you.

He gently takes the panties out of your mouth and starts kissing across your neck and down to your chest.