CANON
A Repeated Theme
I had just slipped out of my black cocktail dress, and was standing at the foot of Yoongi's bed in only my nude lace bra and panties as he walked into the bedroom.
He stood, cocking his head to the side, rolling his face into his hand.
He seemed... flustered.
I turned my back towards him. I freed my long curls from the updo I had in earlier in the night at the show and they fell, cascading down the lines of my back. I turned to look back over my shoulder at him with a cheeky grin.
"What's wrong?" I asked casually, in a singsong voice, moving forward to crawl up onto the bed away from him.
I could hear him hiss behind me, but I didn't let on that I noticed. I wanted to run the show tonight.
I paused on all fours in the middle of the bed. I leaned forward, sliding my hands across the sheets. My ass was up, my spine curved down, and my arms reaching up over my head as my cheek pressed into the mattress.
I didn't hear him cross the room, but felt his gentle fingertips trace down one side of my backside, continuing down a bit of my thigh before trailing off.
"Mmmmm..." I heard him grumble from behind me, feeling a palm, now with more pressure, sliding up from my backside, following my spine, all the way up to the back of my neck. That palm suddenly gripped the back of my neck. Hard.
"I'm going to ruin you." he growled.
So much for my plan to take control tonight...
His hand held my head down as his other reached up and pulled my panties down roughly. He was grunting just from the anticipation.
"What's your safe word?" he asked, pausing with his hardened tip pressed against me.
"What?" I asked, muffled slightly as my face was still pressed into the bed.
"What's your safe word going to be?" he repeated.
"Umm... Ratatouille," his hand on the back of my neck released a little pressure as I heard him chuckle.
"Ratatouille?"
"My best friend and I loved that movie back in college. Don't ask..."
He chuckled.
"Okay. Ratatouille it is, then," he said as he slammed all the way into me all of a sudden.
I gasped loudly, audibly grunting at the sudden impact.
"OH... MY... GOD... " I cried out as he pumped into me.
I felt the hard sting of a slap on my ass and he released his grip on my neck to instead grip both of my hips hard, pulling me into him repeatedly.
"Give me more..." he grunted, "You didn't give me enough at the show tonight..."
"How?" I cried out mid-moan.
He slowed down, switching to long, deep thrusts, pausing every time he slid all the way in.
"You need to relax. Completely relax. Relax your body right now and I'll be able to fuck you even deeper." his hand smoothed over my curves tenderly.
"Deeper? Aren't you all the way in?" I felt really filled up as it is, and without foreplay, I wasn't exactly prepared to take any length of him as it is.
"Almost," he whispered, "Relax..."
His open palm tenderly rubbed all over my lower back, smoothing down the sides of my hips.
I took a deep breath, reaching forward with my hands to stretch myself forward, completely allowing myself to melt into the sheets.
And then I felt a single, wickedly hard thrust as he slammed all the way into me, bottoming out.
And then it continued, with hard, deep thrusts, more intense than he'd given to me before. It was actually a bit painful, but I was enjoying it somehow.
"That's it..." his harsh growl broke through his whispers, "You're taking it deep now...."
I mentally blacked out, just fading into the darkness of my arousal. I couldn't see. I couldn't think. All I could do was feel Yoongi's big hands, holding me down as he buried himself inside me.
He reached under my neck, pulling me back with my hair in one hand, the other around my throat, dropping both of us flat onto the bed.
"It's almost over... Good girl..." he whispered, "You're performing beautifully..."
He released his grip on my throat, scooping one arm under me to roll my nipple between his fingers while his other hand reached under me to tease my clit. I opened my legs to give his hand some room, arching my back and pushing my ass up into his pelvis.
"You ready to take my cum, baby?" he grunted, thrusting faster.
"Mmmmhmmmmm..." I moaned into the sheets.
And with three hard pushes, he released inside me and collapsed onto my back, panting and soaked with sweat.
"Jesus Christ..." I gasped, completely whiplashed by the whole thing.
Yoongi rolled off my back and onto his side next to me, running his hands back through his hair.
"I can't get enough of you." he murmured, slipping a single, breathy laugh.
"I guess I could say the same..." I smiled, smacking his stomach playfully with my palm, "The things I do for you, Min Yoongi, virtuoso..."
He groaned.
"I really hate being called that. Jin just does it to get under my skin."
"Does it bother you when I say it?" I asked sincerely.
"Strangely, no. But I suppose I don't understand why you'd call me virtuoso in the first place." he pondered out loud.
"Yoongi, you're a brilliant musician and from what I've seen so far, a brilliant composer, too. You are far more talented than you give yourself credit for." I turned to roll onto my side so I could see his face.
He smiled warmly over at me.
"I had to work very hard to learn everything I know. It was not an easy life."
"I can imagine...."
What Hope had told me about Yoongi and his mom, I figured he may want to tell me himself someday, so I didn't bring it up.
We paused for a few moments, relaxing in the silence, before either of us spoke again.
"Why did we set a safe word if we didn't need it today?" I asked quietly, resting my head on his chest.
"I didn't set the safe word for today."
"What?"
"To totally give up control, you must be willing to be taken to your darkest sexual side, even in moments where it is completely unexpected, and maybe even a little bit scary." he explained.
"So... you're just going to spring things onto me sometimes?" I asked, thinking out loud, "Well, I suppose you were already doing that..."
"Yes, but I told you. I want to ruin you." he gently tugged my hair when he said the word ruin, "And I need you to be willing to let me take you anytime, anywhere, however I want, until you are able to be completely free of your inhibitions."
He reached under my chin with his pointer finger, tilting my face to look up into his eyes.
"Only then will you be a true performance artist." he whispered before gently kissing my lips.
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DEDICATION
A special thanks to my husband, who has been a huge help in working on this project. He has had so many fantastic ideas, as well as talked me out of some of the ideas I was considering. He's 100% my co-pilot and I couldn't do any of this without his support, so thank you Mr. Bangtan_Storytime. :)