A/N: NSFW Mature chapter.
I don't know if Army would agree with me about my opinion regarding Yoongi's sex appeal. To me his duality is one of the most subtle on stage. Well, with Seesaw being one definitive exception. But because of the way I personally viewed his subtle sensuality I was completely blindsided by how it vastly changed not only his facial features but his entire demeanor.
One moment I was seated in front of him with my head turned toward the foot of my bed. The next moment he is encouraging me to turn my head to him with the gentle, yet insistent, touch of his hand on my chin. He is on his knees looking down into my eyes. His expression is both equal parts heated and sweet, gentle warmth.
The next time a boom of thunder outside has me shaking his lips crash against mine. The ravenous way they attack mine has me turning more so into his arms. I want more. I find myself thinking and once I part from his lips I physically turn my body completely toward him. I barely have had time to process the thought before I climb into his lap and straddle his legs. I tangle my fingers into the back of his damp hair and pull him to me again.
This time the tingles and butterflies that are prevalent with any of the kisses we have shared are even more pronounced. They start in my stomach but I feel them growing and beginning to tingle and linger all over every square inch of my body. When I feel his fingertips trailing over my bare thighs I realize that my sleep shirt has skirted up a little bit, but instead of being nervous I find myself quivering, desiring more of his touch. More of these lethal, yet somehow still sweet kisses, he is sharing with me. I register that he can physically share anything with me right now, and I wouldn't be opposed to it.
As if reading my thoughts he shifts our positions. He gently turns us around so that I'm now lying with my head on the soft pillows at the head of my bed. He sighs for a second as he looks down at me. I don't know what the dejected sound is about, and at this moment I really don't care. I just want him to put his focus back on me. I don't care where he guides his lips or hands. I just want his touch. "Please Yoongi." I found myself begging before I try to pull him to me.
This time the sigh that comes from him doesn't sound even remotely dejected. This sigh is the kind that comes from giving in. I know this sigh means that he decided to turn off his mind and let his body take the driver seat, and I am most definitely in full support of this idea.
"If we didn't have to attend that club in a few days I would want to mark you." I know what he means, but he still takes a moment to seductively explain himself regardless. "I would want to mark up your pretty neck with blossoming bruises caused by my mouth. I would want to prove to everyone that I have been there. Marking your body much like a map. Taking special care to point out all the important places I've been." His words kindle all sorts of visuals that I most definitely am up for exploring some other time.
"Yeah, let's not make me a walking bruise between now and then." I find myself joking. Then I gasp, because despite the fact that I know he won't mark me this time; he still latches onto my neck with exquisite attention and pressure.
He comes back to kiss my lips even more thoroughly than before. I couldn't care less if they end up swollen and bruised for hours, just as long as he keeps kissing me this way.
He pulls away, and I whimper that my silent request hasn't been answered. Not until he whips his t-shirt off and it flutters to, hell I don't even care where it fluttered to, does my whimper turn into more of a purring-like sound of appreciation. I immediately smile at the cute daisy mark on his upper chest for a moment before becoming enamored with his pretty pale skin.
I find myself trailing my fingertips all over the pretty flesh before my eyes. I start at his neck and gently trace down to either side of his shoulders and follow a path on either side downward. Once I get to his collarbone I find myself trailing over it gently. He takes in a deep breath, and I notice his pupils are blown wide. "You like it when I touch you here. Huh? I didn't realize they were erogenous zones outside of the obvious."
He chuckles darkly. "I'm pretty damn sure you are just playing coy right now."
I shrug. "What if I am?" He pauses for a second. A dark expression crossing his face before it fades completely. I'll have to ask him what that meant sometime in the near future. I can only guess he thought of something sexily sinister before he let it fade from his mind.
Since he seems to either have forgotten I asked a question or is intentionally not answering it I continue toying with his body. Once both hands meet in the center I trail them down side by side just outside of his breastbone. The thumbs trail directly down his breastbone in a mirrored manner that has him reacting similarly to how he did when I found those spots on his collarbone.
Apparently he decides he has had enough of my torturing exploration. He cuffs my wrists in either of his hands and places them at my sides. "I'll let you explore me all you want to another time."
I arch an eyebrow. "You take your shirt off and don't expect myself to trace all over your pretty skin, Bear? That hardly seems fair. It's like going to a candy store and being told you are only allowed to browse."
"Yeah, don't make me regret the decision to ditch the shirt."
He pulls slightly away, so even if I wanted to go against his request I wouldn't quite be able to reach him without leaning up. I follow his body upward slightly with that very idea in mind. To touch him again despite his request. But, then a question pops in my mind that I have to know the answer to. "If you didn't want me to touch you. Why did you take off your shirt?"
He pauses for a second. "Honestly, it was an automatic impulse at the time, and trust me when I say I most definitely want you to touch me. I just was starting to worry I might lose control." His eyes trail down my body. "However, I did just come up with an excellent reason to leave my shirt off."
"Oh?" I blink at him curiously.
His hands cup my upper thighs and I find my eyes trailing to their placement. It appears my sleep shirt has risen even more, and the lower part of my boy shorts are visible. I think I know what his excellent reason might be at this point. "Aw, is my shirt offending you now, Bear? I thought you might find it cute. But, I mean if it truly is offending you I can always take it off." I trail my own hands down my side threatening to do just that.
"No." Yoongi shakes his head. "Let me do it, Honey."
Once the upper half of my body is bared to him his gaze travels all over the exposed skin, but of course halts at the obvious places. "I've had a hard time picturing these, but that didn't stop my creative mind from attempting it."
He glides his fingertips down from my own collarbone, which I discover does feel exceptionally nice as I shiver delightfully and my nipples bud in response, traveling over the swell of my breast. I want those fingers on me but it appears like he is going to take the scenic route. Not that I am complaining. Well, not complaining much.
"Damn, Honey. You are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen." He gets a pensive look on his face for a moment. Then he leans against me and the friction of his bare skin on mine has liquid heat pooling in me. He nibbles up my neck and my earlobe before whispering in a sultry voice. "Speaking of honey. I want to taste you."
Damn. Okay. Um...yeah pretty sure that liquid heat I felt before just exploded. If my panties weren't damp before they are most definitely now. I feel his hands travel down to my hips, and despite the fact that I feel deprived of those skilled, practiced fingers touching my nipples. I most definitely am not about to detour his path from the road it has taken now. I'm a mixed bag of curious and nervous and somehow curiosity is most definitely winning. When I feel his hands linger to my hips I don't even hesitate to lift them to help him ease the last garment from my body.
The way he licks his lips when he sees my body completely bare underneath him has to be one of the hottest things I have ever seen. I don't tell him so though because I really don't want to mentally deter him from what he has in mind.
He pulls my thighs apart, and traces his fingertips eagerly over me. I sigh as he glides over that part of me that wants his attention the most.
He leans in to whisper. "So wet." He breathes deep for a second. "What do you think, Daisy? Do you want me to taste you?"
Forming a coherent response is next to impossible. Instead I whimper at his words. Desire and curiosity swamping my mind in equal measure.
"Hmm. Not a verbal answer, but I can definitely take a hint." He travels down my body. Leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
Once he gets to my lower abdomen he coaxes my thighs even further apart before kissing down my pelvic bone. I feel his fingers trace me apart, and not long after that, he spears his tongue inside me. The action has me gasping and my back arching. I'm not even sure of all the noises that are coming from me as he intently attends to me with his eager tongue. I whimper when he pulls away slightly, but I am making a completely different whimper when I know he must have found my clit with his tongue. The rapid movement against that sensitive part of my anatomy has me keening in rapturous torture. I'm not sure how much time has passed before I am starting to feel that newly familiar sensation coursing through me. My mind skyrockets, my vision turns black except for pinpricks of white at the corners, and I detonate with the force of my orgasm.
"Fuck. That was beautiful. You make the most amazing noises."
I can't respond. I'm pretty sure my mind has turned to mush. I run my fingers through his hair as I begin to slowly come back down to Earth. "So..." I take a few breaths before I voice the utterly ridiculous thought I had. "I'm pretty sure this is not the tongue technology you were referring to in Agust D."
He looks down at me. His eyes and mouth both widen in shock. Then suddenly he is laughing at me. "How? How are you making a joke right now?" He wipes at the tears forming in his eyes as a result of his laughter.
I shrug my shoulders. "It popped in my head, so I voiced it. Don't fault me for the fact that I am basically loopy from the strength of that orgasm. Your tongue is fucking lethal."
He chuckles again. Then leans back down on me. "I love you, Honey."
I smile warmly up at him in response. "I love you too, Bear."
A/N: Really off topic but has anyone, besides me of course, been reading the comments to see who people are thinking might be the stranger in the shadows wanting to tear BTS away from Daisy may be? Just in case that hasn't been the case I figured I would share what I have seen thus far.
People have brought up the possibility of Eun Ae, not calling her by name, but mentioning the stylist that is crushing on Tae pretty hard.
People have brought up the possibility of Adriana. The model that she came across when they were in Brazil while she was shopping.
Jiwoo, Hobi's sister, has also been suspect. (Sorry not going to go out and find a picture of Jiwoo and post it. Just imagine it below this paragraph.)
People have mentioned that they think Hye Rin, Daisy's new personal security guard, might be guilty. And perhaps even working with Korain.
What do you think? Do you think any of these are right or at least on the right track? Is it perhaps someone she hasn't even come across yet? I'm of course not going to spoil it and tell you if any of these are right or wrong. I just wanted to get your minds churning with the possibilities. :)