“Good morning, Babygirl. Morning guys.”
Yoongi strolls into the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee before pecking your temple. He sits a little across from you, his messy bedhead and gravely morning voice draws your attention right away.
Taehyung and Hoseok to either side of him are very focused on shoveling their breakfast, but Yoongi sits quietly sipping on his piping hot coffee.
You could swear you see life come back to his cheeks after the coffee has worked its way into his system. He looks up at you, squinting a smile and you realize how long you'd been admiring him.
He just looks so soft. You want to curl up into some soft blankets with him and sleep the day away. At least that's what you'd like to do at first… but the longer you watch him… you start imagining giving him hickeys again. You did so love seeing your marks on him for a few days post fuck.
And the sounds he made when you nipped and sucked at his collar bone... Fuck.
“Do you guys have to go to work today?”
“Unfortunately,” Namjoon groans. “It's gonna be another late night I'm afraid.”
“That's the 5th late night this week, don't they know you guys need a break?!” You bite your toast angrily.
“Yes, but, we’ve got deadlines and lots of stuff to get done.” They all shrug or nod with general complacency. They might not care much, but you really like having them home.
You like being with them and being around them day to day. When they aren't home very much you feel kind of lost. “At least we don't have to do any more foreign interviews.”
“Guess I'll just have to go fight Choi then so you can get some time off.” You joke, but honestly you would beat his ass if it came to it.
“No offense baby girl, but I don't really see you as a fighting type of person. Don't get me wrong, I’m sure you could fuck him up. I know you well enough to know you’re not an aggressive dominant person.” Yoongi smirks, waiting for you to dispute him. But he’s mostly right. Aside from the time you were mad and distressed and hit his chest. You really aren't a violent or confrontational person. Your go-to-move is to run away and hide when something happens.
“You've never seen her get dominant in the bedroom have you hyung?” Hobi teases, making you blush. But again, he's also right. The only time you really get dominant or aggressive, is in the bedroom. For the most part, until now of course, Yoongi has liked to take control. The few times he wasn't taking the lead, you were on pretty even footing. The only remotely dominant side he’s seen from you is when you took those christmas pictures months ago.
“That so babygirl?” He looks up from his coffee mug with a lustful fire burning behind his eyes.
You shrug trying to play it off.
“Don't be so modest noona. You blow my fucking mind every time you take charge or play teacher.” Kook winks sidelong, elbowing you gently. “Taehyungie can vouch for you too, I've seen him get more submissive for you, than anyone else.
Tae shrugs into himself covering his face in embarrassment.
“Well, babygirl, perhaps we can play tonight, if you're up for it.”
“I think a better question is, are you ready to let me take control... oppa?”
You bait him, feeling your brat side creeping out. There's a collective soft groan and you shift to a more confident position in your chair. You look down your nose at Yoongi, watching him bite his lip and tick his head to the side.
“You're cute when you’re flustered, oppa.” you wink, popping up to start washing dishes nonchalantly.
You send the guys off a little after you've finished cleaning up breakfast. Today you had planned to wash all of the sheets and pillowcases, but since youll be fucking yoongi later, perhaps youll leave his until tomorrow.
You strip the beds, 3 at a time. Since you're only doing the sheets tonight you can fit more in at once. Between switching loads, you finish some journaling about something you might talk to Joonie about, and get a small yoga session in. After 2.5 hours of infinite laundry is done and the beds are made, you can finally get a shower.
It's rather nice to feel a bit like a housewife and do chores, if only your house husbands were home more often… maybe someday they won't have to work every day. You can only hope you're around when that time comes.
Lunch is had while waiting for your hair to air dry. It's a light lunch as your stomach happens to be doing flips and tying itself in knots at the thought of not performing well for Yoongi later.
You really don't know the first thing about being a domme… youve seen plenty of porn in your day, and none of the femme domme stuff really appeals to you.
That style really isn't who you are, you're more of a brat who knows how to spin the guys kinks in her favor. It's not something you really try to do as far as making your men submissive, it just happens.
At any rate it seems to depend more on the mood or situation to click you into that dominant mood.
So that's the key isn't it? Get yourself into the mindset of being a brat that is in control. And you know just how to do that.
Your semi wet hair gets plaited into 2 sleek dutch braids, your makeup is a sharp winged liner, smokey eyeshadow, and dark red, almost black lipstick. For clothes you put on the strappy lingerie Yoongi chose for you so long ago now it feels like it's been years since you first tried the set on.
Next go on your thigh high black leather stilettos, which will absolutely get taken off in 30 minutes because the marble tiles in most of the house are an actual death sentence to anyone in heels over 4 inches. Finally you waltz into Yoongi's room and steal his black leather jacket.
You stand in front of his mirror, admiring your handiwork.
Is it only 2 in the afternoon? Yes.
Will the guys be at work until 7? Again yes?
Did you need to get all dolled up this early? Absolutely.
It's great for your morale, to see yourself looking so hot after doing chores all morning.
But alas it is only 2:30, with 5 hours to go and it's actually freezing from the AC on in the house. So you throw on a giant hoodie and peel off your boots for now.
Me: Could you text me when you’re leaving work?
Joonie: Sure kitten, how's your day going?
Me: thank you. It's okay so far, are you guys doing okay there?
Joonie: yea, actually making more progress than we thought we would, so we might not be here as late.
Me: good!
Me: Joon?
If you put it off any longer you're probably going to forget. That or it will eat you alive, there is no in between.
Joonie: Yes, my love?
Me: I've been thinking a lot about this, and maybe this is a conversation to have in person. But I've been thinking about the future a lot….
Joonie: how do you mean baby?
Me: well…
You go back and forth on how to put all of your swirling thoughts into a text, starting to type then deleting it all only to repeat that cycle 4 or 5 times. But in the end it's really not possible to summarize. Every way you try to word it, it comes out wrong, too blunt, too vague, too… too presumptuous.
Me: Nevermind, can we talk about this when you get home?
Joonie: Of course, we can. Also Jin hyung says he wants to cook dinner tonight.
If you weren't sure about your stomach being in knots earlier, it sure is now. Why can't you just say what you mean?? It's not like you're afraid of Joon, or any of the others, you're sure they'll understand, but…
Oh well. It has to wait until later now.
Knock knock knock. There's a loud rap on the front door.
Who the fuck would be here in the middle of the day? You weren't expecting anyone, at least not at 3:45. You pull the giant sweatshirt down around your thighs and go to the foyer. You peer through the peephole.
It's Sanggyeol. Oh god.
You forgot you were meant to go grocery shopping with him.
Pulling the door open barely a crack to show just your eyes.
“Everything okay?” He puzzles at you, behind his mask.
“Uh yeah, just give me one minute to um change and I'll meet you in the car.”
“Okay.”
You race upstairs wiping off your lipstick and throw on some black jeans, a cap, basic trainers and a mask. Snagging your bag with your wallet, on the way out, you run to the car and apologize for not being ready.
Shopping is fairly smooth sailing, and the van is loaded to the brim when you're finally on the way back home.
As Sanggyeol turns up your street you notice the guy's van already parked up by the house. You check your phone for the time. You hadn't realized it was already 6:30, but it's still earlier than you expected them to be home.
Sanggyeol, Joonie, Jungkook, Tae and Jimin help carry in the many bags, while you, Hoseok and Yoongi start separating out groceries and putting them away. JIn is gathering everything he needs for dinner and beginning to chop and slice all of the various things.
“Last bag is here.” Tae announces dragging the full bag along.
“Okay, just stack it there.” Hobi directs him to the line of 3 bags left to be put away.
“Kitten,” Joon comes behind you, as you stuff things in the pantry. “You wanted to talk?”
“Yea just a minute, let me finish-”
“We can finish the rest of this,” Hoseok chimes in, having heard some of your conversation.
Your stomach twists into a thousand knots all at once. Finally time to face your fears...
“So what's for dinner?” You ask cheerfully floating into the kitchen feeling a million times lighter than when you left earlier. You hug Jin around the back, kissing his cheek when he turns his head out of surprise.
“Jjamppong, do you think its too much to add all of this?” he gestures to a mound of bok choy
“Maybe a little. I'd do ⅔ of that and see, I think.”
“Okay thanks princess.”
Yoongi emerges from the pantry with a few noodle bricks, plopping on the counter. You're in a great mood already, why not have some fun.
You detach from Jin and move to slide up beside Yoongi, but decide against it. You go the completely opposite direction. Out of the swinging door you go, and beeline for your room. You race to rip off the hoodie and pants and reapply the dark lip and leather jacket. The boots you carry, with you, you'd rather not die on the steps today.
Stopping just outside of the kitchen, slipping into the thigh high stilettos. You take a few deep breaths before pushing through the door.
It takes a few seconds for anyone to notice the click of your heels on the tile as you sashe your way over to Yoongi. All of the chopping commotion from Jin stops as he watches you. Joon, and Hoseok look up from their phones at the table. Taehyung, Jimin and Kook, were starting to walk in from the family room but they froze in the doorway.
You press a finger to your lips, wanting to keep the element of surprise.
You're just a few feet from Yoongi and he hasn't noticed you stalking him. He's peacefully cutting mushrooms fully oblivious to the lack of noise around him.
You stop popping a hip out casually. Let the brattiness begin.
“Oppa.” you say confidently. You can almost see the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when you call him so boldly.
He turns around gulping with a full filter of blush washing over his face. His sweet lips hang open in awe and a bit of shock.
“Aw oppa, you're so cute when you're flustered.” you stick your tongue out teasingly.
“Shit,” he huffs under his breath.
“I’ll meet you in your room in 5 minutes. Got it?” He nods and you turn on your heels, waltzing out with just as much show as when you walked in. A well cued wolf whistle makes you feel even more confident as you push through the swinging door.
You don't run to Yoongi's room, but you certainly do one of the most unattractive tiptoe speed walks, trying not to slip and break an ankle. Think ‘The Grinch Who Stole Christmas’ but in lingerie.
Anyhow you get into Yoongi's room and dim the lights nice and dark. You peek in the mirror, adjusting anything put out of place by your strange hurrying.
You sit on Yoongi's desk chair, lounging with one leg bent resting on the chair, the other stretched long in front of you. The perfect way to showcase your assets you might say.
The door handle turns shakily and the door opens. Yoongi slides in, closing the door quietly.
He looks a little rattled and nervous, but his jeans are looking a tad tented. So you finally get to see Yoongi in full sub mode.
You stand up and circle him, running a finger across his chest when you round his front. He hisses at the contact, but makes no move to stop you. You finish the circle, standing in front of him meeting him eye to eye with the height of your heels.
The way he looks at you with wide eyes, lip bitten between his teeth, brow slightly furrowed, you know why the guys love to make you go into submission. Hes so fucking cute you just want to utterly destroy him.
“Oh oppa,” you coo, slowly popping open each button on his shirt, exposing his collar bone. “Your skin is so pretty, but you know what will make it prettier?“
You don't let him answer before you start sucking a nice red-purple spot on his collarbone.
“Baby girl,” he whimpers, barely holding onto your waist.
“Yes?” you meet his eyes. He tries to say something, but blushes furiously and looks away flustered again. “So cute.. Maybe I should be calling you babyboy instead of oppa.”
He brings his hands to his face at your words. You giggle and grab one of his hands gently, leading him back towards the bed slowly.
“Strip babyboy, I want to ride you.”
Yoongi unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way, and pulls off his slacks so eagerly, his boxers slide off into a crumpled puddle around his ankles. Slightly shaking with anticipation he crawls onto the bed next to you.
You take advantage of his vulnerable position on all fours and wrap a hand around his cock. He freezes in place letting out a whimpered moan as you stroke him slowly. A rush of dominance flows through you, and a sadistic giggle resounds in your chest.
“Shit-” he breathes, elbows starting to buckle, and hips dying to buck into your hand.
“Poor babys all weak from how good it feels aren't you?” You muse, talking to yourself more than anyone, “What's the matter baby boy, lay down and I'll ride you.”
You taunt knowing it's impossible for him to find the strength enough to move while you've still got your hands on him.
“Please-” he gasps. “I-i cant-”
“Come on baby, use your words.” That sentence sounds so foreign, even though you've been on the receiving end of them plenty of times.
“S-stop- Please-” you take your hands away immediately. Had you over done the teasing? Been too dominant and made him uncomfortable?
“What's wrong, did I go too far?” You lean down on the bed trying to meet his eyes as he rolls over onto his back.
“No no, I just couldn't move with you jerking me off like that. And I was getting way too close, and I'd really like to be inside of you before I cum.”
“Mmm, well,” You take off the leather jacket, toss it to the side, and climb on the bed to straddle him. “You could have just said so.”
Yoongi's hands roam your hips, running his fingers over the strappy sides of your thong. His eyes are wide and admiring how well the lace and black strapping molds around your boobs.
You pull the lace to the side and position his tip right at your entrance. It hasn been terribly long since youve had sex last, but your cunt is incredibly sensitive. Hisses and whimpers fall from your lips as Yoongi slides into you.
Yoongi’s fingers dig into your waist pulling you down onto him, controlling your movements from below. Until you start bouncing that is. Once you start riding and grinding, he loses all of his control again. So much so, you think perhaps the only words he knows anymore are swears.
Every once in a while he gains the strength to thrust up into you a few times, but his hips stutter and fail, letting you be in charge again.
His eyes lock onto where your bodies meet in the most intimate way. But you, you can't stop looking at his perfect collar bone. You lean down grinding your hips more than bouncing, Yoongi's fingertips seize up, dimpling your skin roughly.
“Fuck babygirl!” He groans as you nip and suck a few more small spots on his collarbone and chest.
“I think I’d like you to fuck me from behind babyboy, think you can do that for me?” You let your voice be liquid velvet in his skin as you barely stop kissing his neck to let the words roll off your tongue.
“Oh god yes.” His hip buck excitedly.
You dismount his lap and get face down into the pillows, ass high in the air, begging for his cock again.
His hands run over the meat of your thighs and ass, presumably surveying the erotic sight in front of him. He presses the tip to your cunt yet again, and pushes in easily.
If he was holding back because he was your sub today, it doesn't show. His hips snap quickly back and forth, drawing out moans you'd held back to not give away your upper hand.
Next come the spanks.
They start out generally soft, testing the waters of how rough Yoongi wants to get tonight. Then gradually they get more rough and sharp and they sting. Thank fuck youre face is in the pillow, because your screams and yelps are pathetically loud, and they only seem to be fueling yoongis fire.
“You play a good game on top, but you know you'll always be the babygirl, who loves getting wrecked.” Dammit he's right.
He drills against your cervix, and the nice spot nearby and you start to feel that warm coil tightening in your stomach again. You help the process along, reaching down to play with your own clit. You rub the small bud deftly, bringing yourself to the edge in seconds.
“Fuck, yoongi- im gonna-” You gasp muffled by the plush pillow, but it gets the point across.
“Not yet baby girl, I'm close.”
You try to fight the urge to cum, but try as you might you can't hold I off any longer, not with the pace he's keeping. You cum screaming your moans into the bed and pillow, cunt spasming around yoongi's cock as he continues to pound into you.
“Shit-” you breathe coming down from your high. Yoongi slows his pace allowing you to get a few precious gulps of air. “- sorry”
“That's okay, why don't you come suck me off tho?” He pulls out, staying on his knees waiting expectantly for you to turn around.
You sit back on your heels, feeling the smoothe leather of your boots against your ass. Dipping low, you take his cock in your mouth. Just the tip at first, using your hands to stroke what's left. You pump them up and down in time with your sucking, adding a slight twist to your hands making Yoongi fist a hand in your hair. He pulls you further down, making you take a bit more in your mouth, but still letting you bob at your own pace.
“Fuck- babygirl, you're soo good at that- fucking hell.” the second hand weaves its way against the roots of your hair gripping it tightly. A pain sears through your scalp as you hum and moan around the hard cock in your mouth. You press your tongue up into the underside vein, and hollow out your cheeks, doing everything to make him cum that much faster.
Sure enough, a few seconds and many swears later, he's pumping your mouth full of sticky warm cum.
You weren't entirely prepared for the larger than normal amount, so you run to the sink quickly spitting and washing out your mouth.
“Well baby girl, you gave it a good shot,'' Yoongi leans smugly against the door frame as you wipe your face off, accidentally leaving dark lipstick on the nice white towel. “But you are still a sub at heart.”
“Oh really?” You lean against the counter, meeting his eye confidently. “Because you whimper an awful lot when I'm being dominant.” His jaw clenches visibly at being called out. “And I'm pretty sure you got hard instantly in the kitchen.”
“You've got me there,” He rubs the back of his neck.
“You're cute.” You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his blemished chest.
“Thanks,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.”You're pretty cute yourself.”
“Can we go eat now?”
“Yes please.”