A/N:  NSFW chapter

Yoongi draws me into his own little world when he talks about his craft. It's kind of obvious that he is doing what he loves, and seeing that in him pools all sorts of emotions into me. Respect, adoration, love, but the most prominent is an overwhelming sense of desire that starts in my chest and settles at my core. Before I can fully consult with my brain I find myself saying, "You're kind of sexy when you talk about what you love doing." I find myself peering over at the door, as if my subconscious was reminding me about how he turned the lock on the doorknob once we entered. "Tell me, Yoongi. Did you lock that door with a specific purpose in mind?" I flirtatiously ask.

I admit to myself that I wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or not as I posed the question. I truthfully just wanted to tease him a little bit. Perhaps get him on the same wavelength that my mind is already progressing to. I'm quickly able to conjure up the mental visage of his beautiful alabaster skin unveiled to my eyes. When his dark eyes trail over my face and linger on my lips I'm pretty sure I have coaxed him into my train of thought. When his pink tongue trails over his lip I am even more confident that's the case. "I always lock the door. But, at the moment I am exceptionally thrilled that I thought to lock it." He pauses for a second. "I'm also thankful that my studio happens to be the only one with a built in bathroom too. Because I plan on making a mess of you."

A mess of me? I can't contain my brief giggle fit. I love how he chooses to contain said giggles himself. His lips press into mine in a flurry of savage sensations, but I in turn reciprocate the untamed attention. Before I fully realize it he lifts me from my seat on the couch and sits down himself, placing me so I am straddling his lap. I can already feel his growing desire through the fabric that separates us and before I can talk myself out of it I grind myself against him. He groans and captures my mouth all over again with the same tenacious mastery. The tingles that evoke all over my body, and unlike last time knowing I just wanted more wasn't enough. I wanted everything.

I can only guess he wants the same, when neither of us give an impression of wanting to prolong the inevitability of the exquisite impression made when our shared nudity pressed up against each other as both of our shirts and my bra are discarded from each other's bodies and pooling on the floor in the blink of an eye. We both reach out to each other. My fingers trailing over his soulmate mark on his chest, and his fingers tracing mine on my ribcage. We both hiss in tandem and grind together in some attempt to relieve ourselves of the heated ache building within us. Yes, I want to feel all the sensations. I find my inner voice rasping in my mind.

Luckily, there is no calming the wave of sensations rolling through us. As I ground down against him he grinds up and we both consume each other with heated kisses only breaking apart to groan out how good the sensations make us feel. He pulls away only to begin kissing a path down my neck. I twine my fingers through his dark hair at the nape of his neck. Encouraging him without words to continue to lavish me with his relentless ministrations. Before I can register it his left hand is cupping my breast and his tongue begins to encircle the areola of the other. I practically whine as he takes the needy bud into his mouth. I think I do actually whine when he pulls away with a wet sounding pop. "Damn Honey. I want to taste you again."

"Mmm." Yes, I want that too. But I want more. "I want to taste you too."

He pulls away from me abruptly and a shadowy expression takes over reflecting in his eyes, seeming to darken the desire measure in them even further with some idea that just occurred to him. "Do you trust me, Honey?"

I don't even have to think about it. I nod. "I trust you, Bear."

"What do you think of the idea of us tasting each other at the same time?"

I may have been a virgin in the not so distant past, but that didn't mean I was completely ignorant when it came to sex. My mind conjured up a visual of the position I knew he was asking about. It was something I never considered doing myself; only because it seemed complicated, suffocating, and perhaps even messy. But, with Yoongi? Hell, I was most definitely willing to give it a go. I nod my reply though because I really am unsure if I can verbalize myself properly.

"Does this idea make you nervous, Honey? I need to know. I won't pressure you to do something you aren't sure of."

Something about his desire to make sure I am on board with his suggestion makes the sensations in my core clench tighter. I shake my head then attempt to clarify. "I'm only nervous due to my lack of experience."

"Good. That's an understandable emotion that I can definitely work with." He grins slyly at me. "Now, I want you to get up and remove the rest of your clothing while I do the same. After, I want you to lay down with your head on that far end of the couch."

When I get up he follows me up to do the same, and because I haven't seen him fully naked before I can't help but become distracted and watch him as he removes the rest of his clothing. The revealing of his alabaster skin has more dampness pooling at the apex of my thighs. Damn, he is gorgeous. You would think I would be unsurprised by their beautiful bodies once they unveil them, but I am pretty damn pleased to find that isn't the case at all.

He grins expectantly. "Honey, you seemed to forget to finish removing your own clothing. Do you need a hand?"

I look down and find that I had paused with my hands on the elastic waistband of my pants. Do I need help? No. Do I want help? Hell to the yes! "I don't need help. But, I really wouldn't be opposed to having your hands all over me."

He stalks over to me as if he were some predator and I was prey. "I definitely am not opposed to that request." He says as he pushes down the pants and let's them pool at my ankles. Before sliding his fingers into the sides of my panties he softly grasps either side of my ass in his hands and gives them a faint squeeze. I never thought I would like a man groping my ass before, but when he relieves the insistent touch with a gentle stroke of his trailing fingers I find myself melting. Then only moments later he is taking extra care to peel my panties down my body. Alternating soft kisses to the skin of either of my legs on his way down. He helps me step out of the garments and ushers me to the couch soon after.

I get in the position he asked of me and let him manually coax my legs in a suitable arrangement. He hikes the one against the back of the couch over it to widen my stance and places the other on the floor. Then he takes extra care to get in position himself.

The minute his cock is in my face I can't help but reach out and trace the vein down the length of him. He groans out and his hips shift so he is closer to my face. I find myself grinning and tongue his flesh lightly. He retaliates in kind with a delicious flick of his masterful tongue. I cant up my hips to seek more of the skillfully administered sensations. Then I remember what I was meant to be doing myself and coax him into the recesses of my mouth.

When he groans again against my most sensitive skin I find myself humming in delicious appreciation. We both begin moving our hips in tandem to the sensitive response of our bodies. When he locates my clit with his tongue I reach out and cup his balls with my hand. Applying the softest of pressures to the sensitive organs.

After that it doesn't take either of us long to simultaneously reach our peaks together. He carefully shifts somewhat to his side as he fully relaxes against my thigh in an inverted cuddling heap. "Damn, Honey, you may not have much practice, but you are quite skilled with your mouth." He pronounces each word after an overexerted, panted out breath.

I sigh at the sensations of his breath panning out over my still quivering flesh. I still want to feel him slotted inside me, but we both take a few minutes to recuperate. Once his breath is no longer heaving in and out of his body he slowly begins removing himself from the inverted position. He pulls me up with him, and even though I feel like a limp noodle I acquiesce to the way he rearranges us so we are in the same position we were before, and I am straddled over his lap once again.

He takes my lips so passionately I feel the tingles all the way to the tips of my toes. As he administers the loving affectionate kisses he takes my breast in his hand again, and I feel my body awaken from its almost dormant state. I feel his body also coming alive against me. Without breaking apart from the kiss he coaxes me open and rearranges me above him. Once I feel the tip of him seated at my core I bear down on him and whimper as I feel him inching inside of me for the first time.

He groans out, "Damn, you feel so good, Honey." He grasps my hips encouraging me to move, and I respond in kind. I am unsure if I am not moving fast enough for him or if it is an accidental stroke of his fingers at first when they skate over my mark again and we are both responding with fierce thrusts of our hips so we can each rapidly reach that plateau we are both striving for.

My orgasm surprises the crap out of me as I immediately keen out a dazed response. He groans himself as I tighten around him with my release. Then he is hauling me up and laying me flat on my back on the couch. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder as he thrusts back in me and gutturally utters. "I'm not quite through with you yet, Honey."

I intentionally pad my fingers over his soulmate mark on his chest as he thrusts fiercely within me. The immediate response has a mini orgasm pulsing through me as he experiences his own sated release.

"That was a wicked cruel trick you played." He kisses me on the nose. "But, it doesn't make me love you any less."

"As if you didn't do the same thing yourself." I taunt back at him.

He pulls away to look me in the eyes. "I will have you know that was an accident." He pauses thoughtfully for a second. "A fortunate accident, but an accident all the same."

He climbs off of me and mutters something about a washcloth and cleaning me up before he comes back and I piece together exactly what he was saying with the mirrored actions of his words. Afterward he coaxes us into cuddling together on the couch. Who am I to fight cuddles with my bear? He still is after all the comfiest.

I am not sure how much time has passed before a text alert pings from his phone. He disentangles himself from my body as he goes back over to his desk to retrieve it. I take that as my cue to get dressed. He reads the text then watches me as I get dressed. "You know that really doesn't have the same effect as watching your clothes come off."

I roll my eyes at him. "What was the text about?"

"Two things actually. Lunch is ready, and Namjoon is back."

"Crap! I was supposed to help Dasom cook!"

He smirks at me, and I can tell he is already reliving the moments we just shared together in his mind. "There will be other opportunities."

"True. I definitely wouldn't trade this moment for anything." I smile up at him.