Luna II(A BTS Soulmate AU)

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All she could think about during the meeting was what happened between herself and JK. Part of her felt bad. She felt like she'd pushed her insecurities onto him and made the situation bigger than it needed to be but at the same time she said exactly what she felt. She couldn't make up her mind on if she was in the wrong or not and she really didn't want to think of it at the moment.

She wished she could just throw the whole day away and start fresh tomorrow. Unfortunately, she couldn't do that but she knew exactly what she could do to take her mind off things...or who to be exact. She whips out her phone and sends a message, looking out the window a the darkening sky as she waits for a reply.

Luna 🌙
Daddy?

Kitten Lover😻
Kitten?

Luna🌙
I need u 💦
Are u done with your hair?

Kitten Lover 😻
Aw feeling needy baby?
I'm in my studio 😉

Luna made her way to the elevator, releasing her hair from its ponytail on the way. She presses the button to his floor and fluffs her hair with her hands while she waits. Thankfully, no one else joined her in the elevator and she got up to his floor quickly, typing in the code once she got to his door.

He was reclining in his computer chair with his hands folded in his lap, a large pair of headphones around his neck. His newly dyed dirty blonde hair was the next thing she noticed, loving the color on him.

"Your hair looks nice. Love the color," she compliments, slipping out of her shoes.

He barely gets a thank you out of his mouth before she starts to strip, leaving his mouth watering at the sight of her lacy, white lingerie.

It was a matter of minutes before she found herself bent over his desk, the sound of her throwing her ass back into his pelvis echoing throughout the space. Yoongi groaned, keeping a tight grip on her hips as he started to fuck her harder—keeping up with her wild pace.

"Just like that daddy. Please don't stop," she chanted, reaching between her legs to rub her clit.

She allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure—her body so tight and tense that it begged for release.

Picking up on this, Yoongi grabs her right leg behind the knee and propped it on his desk so he could get an even deeper angle. She started to shake immediately, his cock now fully stimulating her spot with every powerful thrust of his hips. She continued to meet him thrust for thrust, her fingers slipping back and forth over her clit until she finally burst at the seams—her mouth forming an "O" as she came apart around him. He thrust a few more times, her pulsating grip sending him over the edge.

He sat down heavily, pulling her down onto his lap, both waiting for their breathing to even out.

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, you want to tell me what's wrong?" he asks, leaning over to grab a blanket off his sofa to wrap around them.

"I was just annoyed," she says, grabbing a nearby bottle of water to quench her throat.

"Kitten, I know when I'm being used. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind one bit but the way you just fucked me tells me you're a lot more than annoyed," he says, nipping at her neck.