Yoongi drags me along with him to his room, I chuckle to myself. It reminds me of the time we spent at my uncle's house, when I kind of escaped from here.
It was ... a strange time. But healing. Yoongi disinfected the open wounds he had left me from the past. He took care of them, cleaned them, put bandages, with his love.
It took a while for me to be able to get him closer again. I have rejected him countless times, but he has tried again countless other times. And that's what made me realize that he was serious with me this time.
His room hasn't changed much, a King sized bed, a walk-in closet, a private bathroom, a wall that was a huge window, which lead to a big veranda.
It looked like a hotel room, as always.
《Now, let's remove this annoying towel.》
He says as soon as he closes the room with the key and opens the awnings on the veranda, making the room less bright.
His white hands come closer to my skin, unwinds the towel, and makes it fall to the floor, covering my feet but uncovering my body.
I'm totally naked in front of him.
It's been a long time.
His eyes sail over my skin, I feel my core throbbing, he takes off his jacket without taking his heavy gaze from me. My heart beat was increasing. My breathing became slow, I tried to control my frenzy to throw myself at him.
Only his stare is making me come.
He does not come near, in fact, he goes away, sitting on the bed, legs apart, he leans on his hands, head to the side, staring at me.
I know what he wants, I can read it in his face.
《Sit.》he says in a hoarse voice.
I look around the room and see the chair that I know quite well. I approach slowly, trying to be as sensual as possible. The armchair is in front of him.
I sit down, with a straight back, staring back at his black eyes. Arms dangling on the armchair. I hear him snort from his nose. He's getting mad. And I love it.
I raise an eyebrow, smiling.
I put my hair on one side of my shoulder, lick my lips, wetting them.
《Chaerin ...》
《Hm?》
《You know what I want, don't you?》
《You want ... Me?》 I reply in a mocking tone.
He chuckles, as if I'm wrong.
《My little baby kitten ... when did you became so bold?》 his voice became more hoarse when she pronounced "baby kitten".
I shrug my shoulders, pretending not to know anything.
《Touch yourself.》 he orders me, almost severe but in aseductive tone.
Its most dominant part, the icy one. It's there. Back in front of me giving me orders. But it's different. Now it's just among us, alone with him.
Before that, it was like that. Before I even know Taehyung or the others. He commanded, I did. I was like his sex slave, but not in an bad way, it was a thing of both, I liked being treated like that, being punished if I was bad, or being praised by him when I did the right things.
He commanded, I performed.
And I loved being watched while doing it.
And do I want to do it again?
I don't know.
《Chaerin, everything ok?》 Yoongi notices my hesitancy. I nod, answering with a yes.
《If you want we can stop.》
CZYTASZ
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒙, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? ➳ 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆 🔞
Fanfiction[English is not my first language, sorry for any grammatical error.] It all starts from a simple dare. Chaerin likes to play with them. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook, will they play along? What will happen if they all join the game? It's supposed to...
