//Past this point is your 18+ Warning and contains mature content not suitable for younger readers//
"-I should probably leave you to your evening then, is my nickname for you okay?" Yoongi asked. Although my cheeks were a dark crimson I nodded bashfully. I walked behind him as he turned and made his way towards the door. I wasn't ready for him to leave, it was my birthday and I didn't want to spend my birthday eve alone.
But I was hesitant to ask the question, even if I asked there was that niggling fear in the back of my mind of overstepping my boundaries. Which I knew made no logical sense as last time I'd gotten weak at the knees having our first kiss on his lap, I guess we were kind of past that point now.
My trail of thought was cut off as I heard the sound of Yoongi's ring tap gently on the metal handle, it was now or never.
I took a deep breath as I tugged nervously at his shirt. Yoongi's hand paused on the door handle. His back wasn't facing me but I could tell from his tiny chuckle that he had found my actions humorous. Why had I even grabbed him?
"I don't want to be alone... could you stay awhile?" You mumbled. Yoongi turned around to face me and all the courage I'd built up had vanished out of sight as his gentle eyes studied me. "How long's a while?" Yoongi asked. I lowered my eyes to avoid his gaze as I answered "The night?... If you're not busy?" I suggested.
Yoongi laughed, "How did you want to spend your last few hours as 26 then?" There was a sudden wave of silence that befell the room as Yoongi's eyes wandered across my face searching for an answer. "If you're not busy... I wondered if you'd just spend the night here. I don't want to sleep alone tonight. But I don't want to-" You began but Yoongi's lips gently cut you off.
As quickly as your lips had met, Yoongi pulled away. "You don't want to, what love?" He smirked. I stammered unable to find the words but I couldn't deny the tingling sensation that pulsed in my lips, the blood rushing to my cheeks. Fully aware of my mind flooding with desires of tasting his lips again, but I pushed them down as I gathered my words.
"I don't want to inconvenience you if you've got plans." I finally mumbled. Yoongi shook his head and pointed to the bathroom. "Do you mind if I freshen up first? I'll be quick." Yoongi requested and almost like an instinct I agreed to it. Not that it mattered to me.
I ore through my drawers while Yoongi was washing up in the bathroom, I could hear the shower running as I scrambled through my pyjama options. Florida was really warm and the air con in my room didn't work too well, the previous night I'd slept in just my underwear. I couldn't exactly do that tonight, so I desperately hunted for something concealing but wouldn't leave me dripping in sweat.
The shower shut off and I heard a rustling in the bathroom which made me snatch up a black nightgown and pair it with a black silk robe. I bit my lip nervously, maybe if I asked him to turn off the light before he wouldn't see... The bathroom door creaked open and a towel was covering his head as he entered the room drying it. "It's really hot in here, don't freak out but I'm going to grab some joggers from my room and sneak back, okay?" Yoongi suggested.
I handed him over my key-card to the door. "Ahh, okay let yourself back in. I'm going to clean up now too. When you get back can you switch off the lights and put on a film for us to watch?" I asked. Yoongi nodded and hurried out the door. I grabbed a towel and went to wash.
"I'm back!" Yoongi announced. I could hear the main door click shut, along with the light switch. "Ahh shit." I heard a little curse as Yoongi clattered around in the room. "You okay?" I called out to him as I shut off the shower, stepping out and wrapping the towel around me. "I'm good! Just who leaves their handbag in the middle of the floor?" Yoongi chuckled. I couldn't help but snigger as I quickly got dressed and let down my hair in hopes to conceal some of the skin I had on display.
"What film did you want to watch?" Yoongi asked. "Anything!" I replied as I quickly put on my moisturiser. When I opened the door slightly only a small portion of light seeped into the room from the TV but it wasn't enough to expose my current nighttime outfit choice. Which I was relieved. I opened the door fully to see Yoongi sat at my desk with the lamp on.
The lamp was an unexpected light source I hadn't expected and Yoongi spat out the iced coffee he'd been sipping on as he saw the outfit. I hadn't even had time to tie my silk lace properly, in my stunned state I let it slip from my fingers and I was so nervous the words slipped out of my mouth in false confidence in an attempt to make a joke.
"What do you think?" I asked as I mocked a pose for him. Yoongi's eyes waltzed over the nightgown. "What do I think?" Yoongi repeated my question. I nodded hoping this newfound confidence would fail me.
Yoongi rose to his feet and his iced coffee was a distant memory as he wandered closer to me, I could feel my confidence begin to falter, I just hoped he couldn't tell. "I think you, Love. Are gorgeous. Breathtaking even. But It makes me curious as to why you chose tonight to wear this, suggest for me to spend the night? Is there some plan I should be aware of?" Yoongi asked.
The way Yoongi's eyes admired me was respectful there wasn't any inappropriate area his eyes focused on other than my eyes or my lips. If anything it made me hotter, like he was teasing me by depriving me of his wanting look after looking at my exposed flesh. Instead, he was purely satisfied with focusing on my lips.
I leaned into my hip a little more letting the nightgown rise slightly. As if an inviting manner, but I knew that he wouldn't be that easier to concede.
Rather than waiting for him, I stepped forward, closing the gap between us. The heat that radiated from him was hypnotic, or it could have just been the broken air con. "There are no plans..." I paused "-but I'm open to suggestions." I smirked.
Yoongi sat down at the desk chair and patted his thighs, "Come here love. Instead of birthday beats, how about I give you birthday kisses?" Yoongi proposed. My confidence was fleeting as I nervously perched myself in his lap.
I'd sat with both legs on one side I'd twisted my waist to turn towards him, but Yoongi shook his head. Letting his hands wander down to my waist I could see him revel in the feeling of the smooth satin on his fingertips as he helped me manoeuvre on leg over his lap so my body faced him. "There we go. Isn't this better?" Yoongi teased as his fingertip inched up my torso.
His lips rose to meet mine and the first kiss was slow, the way Yoongi moved his lips was the way anyone would relish the last of their favourite treat in the whole world. His tongue lightly brushed against my lower lip before his teeth tugged on it. I let out a satisfied moan which allowed his tongue to delve inside my mouth, muffling the sound as my eyes widened in shock from his action. My body twitched as he pulled his lips away.
"One..." Yoongi hissed in a luring manner. Before I even had the chance to mock him and ask if he was going to count every single kiss, his lips collided with mine. Instead of a gradual speed increase, his lips moulded against mine in a desperate motion that burned into my lips. It didn't fill the growing need that rose from the pit of my stomach. It made it worse knowing this was kiss number two.
As if it was some cruel taunt, Yoongi counted every single kiss. There was no snide remark I could mutter as every time I opened my mouth to speak it was greeted with Yoongi's lips. By the 15th kiss, I was drunk and Yoongi's sloppy kisses were getting to me. By the 23rd, my core was throbbing. The air surrounding us had grown even hotter and I needed more.
I'd let my body roll to the right, I'd hoped my leaking core wouldn't leave a stain on his black jogging bottoms. I fidgeted and I couldn't make out if Yoongi was reacting similarly as I'd purposely inched my groin away from him in a feeble attempt to conceal my desire.
Yoongi's nips as his teeth taunted and dragged at my lower lip only made the ache worse. Now on the 25th kiss, his fingertips were perfectly positioned against the side of my breast, my chest was heavy hoping they'd inch further so they could soothe my erect nipples. I had to ease the tension in my core and instinctively as his tongue rolled along with mine my hips jutted against his thigh. Causing Yoongi to moan into my mouth and the vibrations made a similar noise mirror his.
Yoongi pulled away. "Shit, I didn't tell you to do that..." Yoongi dryly chuckled. "Two more kisses to go, love, can you handle it?" Yoongi asked. I lazily nodded my eyes slowly fluttering at him, I was melting in his touch, the straps of my nightgown were slipping exposing more of my chest.
Yoongi's hands lowered to my hips as he pulled me forward, my previous question had been answered as I felt his desire pressed against my core, making for a very uncomfortable seat but knowing just kissing had caused such a reaction fueled my next action further as our lips met.
I was purposely rutting my core against his, scratching the itch, quite literally. Words couldn't describe how good it felt. Yoongi's arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me, his lips still exploring every inch. I squealed clutching onto him wrapping my legs around him to continue to carry me the three steps before he pushed me back onto the bed.
It was more of an elegant fall, but I was impressed either way. The rush and slight fear of being dropped were exhilarating and I couldn't help but laugh at his slightly flustered reaction from dropping me a bit harsher than he expected as he quickly pulled away. "Sorry, I tried to be spontaneous. Are you okay?"
I sat upright up as his legs were now either side of me and quickly planted a kiss on his lips. "27..." I breathed. A pleased smile befell my lips as we both came down from our momentary blur of passion and lust as we laughed off the moment. Ignoring the desire that still lingered.
Yoongi decided on a side of the bed and quickly slipped underneath the covers and I joined him, for the rest of the evening we actually paid attention to the film, but in the back of my mind, I couldn't ignore the feeling of Yoongi's desire undeath my core. How good it had felt when I'd pressed my own desire against his, easing the rising heat and gaining a breathtaking passion that I'd gotten possibly a little too carried away with.
"You sleepy yet?" Yoongi asked and I nodded. Yoongi switched off the TV and placed the remote on the bedside table. The room was now purged entirely in darkness, the lamp from earlier he'd turned off during his little bathroom break. I felt a bit unsure of how to react.
The room was already plenty warm enough, if anything it was getting too hot. But I had to ignore the beads of sweat that were beginning to form. I still wanted to be wrapped in Yoongi's embrace. Namjoon's arms seemed an open invitation without question. Jungkook had quickly taken the initiative I'd wanted to be close. Hobi and Jimin had snuggled me from the very second I entered their room.
With Yoongi things were different and even though earlier events had occurred, part of me felt unsure of how to voice my need for comfort. In just his arms. I was unsure of how much time had passed, was he already asleep? It was worth a shot?
"Yoongi?" I whispered, there was a soft hum. "Goodnight." I quickly responded, I could just make out his eyes watching me in the darkness. I heard the covers shift as he shuffled closer. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath on my lips, my fingers nervously clutched at the duvet covers.
"Come here..." Yoongi offered as he pulled up the covers slightly. I didn't even hesitate and I happily hummed as I pressed my body against his. "You're really warm, do you want me to get a thinner blanket?" Yoongi offered. I shook my head I didn't want to leave.
"You're making me hot," Yoongi spoke after a few minutes, I'd been unable to drift off with the excitement of being in his arms. "I'm just going to turn the air-con up," Yoongi pronounced, but before he could I hugged him tighter. "It doesn't work," I replied.
"Well, it's like an oven in here, would you be okay if I took off a few layers? Do you want to?..." Yoongi asked his voice trailing off in a nervous mumble. I couldn't find the words, just minutes ago I'd been nervous about sleeping in his arms and now he was asking me to sleep naked in them. Everything about him surprised me but exhilarated every sense in my body all at once.
I watched as he kicked off his trousers and then pulled off his shirt. Yoongi hadn't been a daily gym user but that wasn't to underestimate his perfect physique. Every muscle was perfectly shaped, I caught my fingers smoothing over his scar on his shoulder.
He didn't flinch at my touch, which made me even more confident in my next move. I sat upright and pulled away the nightgown throwing it to the desk chair. My breasts were exposed but my pants remained on, as I was keeping the score even. But either way, we were both almost naked.
"Can I?" Yoongi's silk voice lulled in the darkness. "Can you what?" I asked. "Kiss you?" Yoongi answered. "But I'm not 28 yet, don't wish a year of my life away." I teased. Yoongi laughed and he pulled me close again. Yoongi's skin was a lot cooler in comparison to mine and being pressed against him didn't make me any cooler.
"I just want to know your boundaries. I don't want to scare you off. One minute your like a scared little lamb giving me that beautiful timid expression, the next you're grinding down on me making me lose all restraint I had. Which isn't a lot by the way. Not after wearing that lacy black number." Yoongi explained.
My heart was at ease, knowing he desired me as a woman. But respected me enough to ask and be open with his intentions. I couldn't help but laugh at his explanation. "I'm not ready for a home-run but anything and everything in between this is things I'm comfortable with," I clarified.
Yoongi burst into a fit of laughter at my home-run metaphor. I playfully tapped his back as he rolled around. My hand paused as I saw his famous back muscles, it had me giddy like a schoolgirl. No wonder his muscles alone had torn the vest almost in two.
Yoongi flipped back around. "I can barely see through the dark but I can tell your blushing." Yoongi chuckled. A lump formed in my throat as his lips slowly closed the distance. Despite how many time he'd already kissed me tonight it still wasn't enough, with the lack of clothes between us I knew it would be difficult to hide my desire this time.
Yoongi's fingertips brushed gently against my erect nipples and the vibrations from my moan echoed against his tongue as it devoured deeper into my mouth. I draped my leg over his waist and rocked my body against his. "Shit." Yoongi gasped. His lips left mine and his teeth began nipping at my neck, harshly sucking against my collarbone while his fingertips rolled and pinched at my sensitive nipples.
"Yoongi...Aaah..." I called out. Yoongi's fingers continued playing while his lips trailed back up my neck and his teeth gently tugged against my ear lobe. "Beautiful Savannah. Do these pretty moans sound like you're enjoying this? My innocent, gorgeous girl enjoying me touching her nipples like this?" He asked.
I whimpered at his words. Nodding honestly, as I couldn't mutter the words myself. "I want you to use them pretty lips of yours and tell me honestly, do you like it?" He questioned. I nodded again unable to utter a single word in response.
Yoongi wasn't taking that for an answer and his lips left my ear and he pushed back the covers, unhooking my leg from his waist and dipped his lips down. His tongue swirled around my nipple, taunting me. Before he began peppering kisses, then finally taking it into his mouth doing various motions with his tongue. My head rolled back in bliss, his lips are his tongue were sent me to a place where I experienced an unimaginable wave of pleasure.
"YES! Oh, Yoongi! It feels amazing..." my voice was desperately crying out to answer his question, in hopes of what else he'd do. I wanted more, I wanted to return the same pleasure I was experiencing... but I felt nervous. It was clear that Yoongi was so much more experienced. I wasn't intimidated, I just longed to learn how.
"Yoongi..." I moaned. Yoongi hummed in satisfaction as he swapped sides, while his tongue lapped up the flesh of one side his fingers continued to massage into my other breast. I was rubbing my thighs together trying to find some relief. I chanted his name over and over, hoping he'd hear my mumbles of how good I was feeling.
Salvia followed his lips as they withdrew from my throbbing erect nipples. "Please Yoongi. I- want to make you feel good, please?" I begged. Yoongi leaned on his elbows and perched himself up beside me as his eyes wandered over my exposed chest before looking into my eyes.
"Are you still feeling nervous or can I turn the light on? I want to see you, all of you. Would that be okay? I'd keep it even..." Yoongi requested. His voice was soft and wasn't forceful, it was comforting but this would be the first time any of them would see me in the light naked. It was a daunting prospect but I trusted him, wholeheartedly. "Yes, but just the sidelights." I pointed to the bedside switch. Yoongi nodded in agreement as he rolled over to flick them on.
Yoongi's back was still turned and I saw him reach for a bottle of water, he gulped it down and he kicked off his boxers. His ass was on full display and I felt guilty letting my eyes zone in there but my curiosity had got the better of me. There wasn't a single blemish or imperfection, just like the rest of his skin. The scar was a part of him, a sign that he'd overcome and fought through the pain, that too was another definition that added to his perfection.
"I'm going to take my underwear off can you keep your back turned for a minute longer," I asked. "Am I going to have to count again, all that extra calculus studying is really paying off?" Yoongi teased. I was grateful for his humour, it washed over any nervous feeling that was building on my front. It made me feel more comfortable to be here with him like this. I was safe and treasured.
I shuffled closer and let my own lips press against his back muscles. My arm snaked around his waist. Yoongi hummed as my naked body embraced him from behind, this way I was still momentarily naked but I was getting used to the idea of being around him like this. "Take all the time you need, if there's anything you don't feel comfortable with. I'll stop, I won't be mad." Yoongi reassured me.
"You can turn around now. But don't say anything cheesy." I warned. Yoongi rolled over and I did my best to fixate my eyes on the pillow I was leaning against. "I'm never cheesy. I'm swag!" Yoongi flashed me his best gummy smirk. I scoffed at him and even though I was exposed I felt perfectly happy at this moment and paid no attention to the lack of our clothes.
"I think that statement alone makes me doubt that." I jeered at him. Yoongi's eyes wandered across my exposed flesh, I could tell his restraint was wearing thin and I timidly sheltered my chest and my groin with my hands. "It's okay love, you can remove your hands when you're comfortable. When you want me to go further." Yoongi soothed.
I didn't mean to but I couldn't deny my curiosity either and my eyes flickered down to his member that stood tall and proud, resting flat against his stomach. Yoongi's length was considerably above average, the girth was reasonable as well. I noticed the pink tip twitch slightly as my eyes burned into his exposed desire. It was only then I'd realised how long I'd been staring, as if all part of Yoongi's clever plan, my own hands had slid away to reveal my own body.
Yoongi had been paying no attention to how I'd been staring at him as he'd been getting drunk on every ounce of my exposed flesh the same way I am. "Yoongi... I didn't mean to stare sorry." I mumbled. Yoongi's eyes adverted back to meet mine as his lips turned up into an innocent gummy smile as if he hadn't been more aroused from the sight of my naked body.
Yoongi reached out and brought his lips to mine softly as his hand rose to brush my hair fro my face, his other arm carefully twisted me onto my side and pulled our bodies to press up against each other. Yoongi's hand moved from face to lightly brushing his fingers against my nipples as he'd done previously. Instead this time his other hand was carefully easing my thighs apart.
Yoongi's kisses were slow and as his finger brushed against my wet core I groaned as his longs digits were greeted with my slick juices that were clearly exposing my desires. "Ahhh Yoongi!" I gasped against his lips. Yoongi chuckled. "I've not even gotten to the best bit yet,"
"I want to touch you too..." I pleaded, "Go ahead, love. I'm all yours." Yoongi hissed at the sudden contact of my hand as it wrapped around his member. Our lips were held apart as our breathing was simultaneously laboured from the pleasure. "Your hands feel amazing, shit..." Yoongi grunted as he clenched his teeth trying to keep his control.
I found myself crying out 'Yoongi' countless times when his fingertips began stroking my clit, Yoongi's hips rolled against my hand as I pumped his length earning my own name slipping through Yoongi's clenched teeth.
"F-..uck! Savannah, get up." Yoongi ordered sharply. I flinched my hand around and I shifted back. "Stan up."He instructed again. I obeyed him panicked by his sudden desperate tone. I rose to my feet on the bed even though I felt a bit weak at knee's seeing Yoongi's member twitched and clear fluid leaking from his pink tip.
"Yoongi-..." I began, a little fearful of what he'd ask next. "I need to taste you. If you wanna ride my face. That'd be even better..." Yoongi growled. My jaw hung open at his brazen statement and my cheeks flushed. "I don't know how..." I shyly replied.
"You're safe with me, quick instruction. I'll tap your leg once for you to stop. Two is to get up. Okay, think you can do that for me gorgeous. I want to give my birthday girl the best orgasm, to start her day right." Yoongi smirked.
I nodded and Yoongi instructed me where to place my legs. I straddled his face my ass and core on full display, as I lowered my core on his lips I leant forward resting my head on his bare hip. I wanted to express my words of insecurities about his plan but the moment I felt his tongue lace stripes from my opening to my clit they vanished.
My fists clenched into the sheets and I was face to face with his twitching member, I knew my moans were becoming too loud and an urge rose in my stomach to grant him the same release I knew he intended to bless me with. I leaned forward and used my hands to stroke him. "Sav-..anna... you don't have too..." Yoongi's words trailed off into a deep groan as I wrapped my lips taking him straight to the back of my mouth, loving the way he filled my mouth.
"Oh god, I take back my comment about you ever being innocent." Yoongi moaned before returning to devouring my clit. My hips twitched and Yoongi's tongue felt better when more pressure was applied which I could do by pushing my hips further against his face. This is what he must have been talking about so I rocked my hips in synch as he lapped up every drop.
I moaned as Yoongi's tongue relentless devoured every inch. His tongue swirling on my clit and as I felt his member throb. I heard Yoongi's strangled cries from beneath me, my own thighs trembled and my hips buckled as my own high approached.
Yoongi's thick cum surged down my throat and my whole body crumbled as my own orgasm hit, my hips threatened to give way but Yoongi's hands gripped them in place as he helped them rock as my pleasure hit its peak. I uncoiled my lips from Yoongi's member but Yoongi's tongue continued to push my orgasm further.
Every nerve was overly sensitive and I had to bite down on my hand to muffle my pleading. My hips had no strength left in them and my body convulsed, my other hand gripped his thigh instinctively and I was squeezing it to steady my body. "Yoongi, please... Ahhh... I can't no more please." I begged. Yoongi pulled away, letting go of my hips, it was then I was finally able to roll over and collapse lying flat on my chest with my head buried in the pillows.
"Sorry love was I too rough?" Yoongi's voice panicked as I felt his hand soothe up my spine. I felt him place soft kisses on my shoulder. I turned my head to the side to answer him. "No, but what was that at the end... I'd already-..." My voice trailed off unable to say the word orgasm like a nervous virgin. Even though the man's lips were drenched in my juices. Something about him still held the power to make me nervous, but not in a bad way, in a way I lost every ounce of common sense when I was with him.
"It's called overstimulation, admittedly it was a bit cruel. Sorry, love next time I'll let you try it on me. What do you think?" Yoongi flashed a cheeky smirk. "You're on Min Yoongi." I chuckled.
"Happy Birthday, Love," Yoongi whispered as he pulled me close in his arms as we both drifted off in a peaceful sleep.
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A/N P.S sorry this chapter was a little late I had intended for this to be posted at the weekend but I think like many of us; I didn't feel right to post when we were all going through such a big shiteshow of emotions. But I hope it was long enough to make up for my late update. (You don't have to read my rant but I just thought I'd share some opinions on the whole situation--- let's get DYNAMITE TO 1B!)
No one can take away how proud I am of BTS, not for a single second do I believe they need to work harder. Or that there's anything we as fans could have done more for them to help them achieve such an award. It was heart-wrenching to watch them as artists put aside their own sadness and disappointment to comfort us, I don't know of any other artist that exists ever doing that. All I know is that they deserved a Grammy, the boys deserve a million things, but all we can do is remain by their side and hope that one day the western music industry can open their eyes to the talent and heart that BTS pour into their music. There are bound to be many feelings of anger and upset, trust me I'm still going over them myself. This is a safe open space to vent, your feelings are valid.
In conclusion, BTS has our back, ARMY had BTS' back. I purple you.