Warning: Smut included in this chapter

We reach our hotel and walk in hand in hand. The whole evening Yoongi never once let me go. He didn't care who saw us. He's really trying hard to make up for last night, and he has. He's blown me away.

We enter the elevator and he lets go of my hand, instead reaching his arm around onto my waist, gripping tightly and pulling me closer to him. I turn my head to look at him.

"Yoongi, I've never had such a magical night like this before. It's the best night of my life. I love you." I say, leaning closer to his face. I stop and smirk when our lips are inches apart. I feel his warm breath on my face.

"You're going to tease me like that?" He whispers.

I let out a little giggle before moving closer and place my lips onto his, our lips moving in perfect sync.

"I love you too." He says against my mouth. He pulls away and give me a smile.

We enter our room and I place my things down on the table, yawning.

I'm taken by surprise when I feel Yoongi's arms wrap around my waist from behind, pressing himself into me. "No, you can't be tired. Our date's not over yet." He breathes in my ear.

Immediately I feel the hairs on my neck stand up, sending goosebumps all over my body, feeling a light throbbing sensation in my core. How can he turn me on so quickly like that? He doesn't even have to do anything.

He gently pulls my clothing covering my shoulder out the way, allowing him access to place light kisses on my skin. His other hand is gripped firmly on my waist, tracing little circles around my stomach, drawing dangerously close to my pelvic area.

I turn myself around and wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm not tired." I say with a smirk on my face. "Actually, I'm wide awake. I don't think I'll sleep the whole night." I added, pulling him in closer.

This clearly worked because before I knew it, I was thrown up into the air. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He places me down onto the desk, gripping onto my thighs. His hand begins to slowly move up my inner thigh whilst placing wet, delicate kisses on my neck and I let out a soft moan.

My hands are all over him. His hair, arms, back, chest. I can't not touch him. He drives me wild. It seems I have the same effect on him too.

He roughly grabs my thighs and pulls me closer to the edge of the desk, pulling my dress off over my head and discarding it on the floor.

He looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I'm completely nude in front of him. "You didn't wear any underwear?" He asks.

I give him a smirk whilst shaking my head. This sends him over the edge; he lets out a low, breathy moan and smashes his lips onto mine, kissing me roughly.

I can feel his erection rubbing against my leg in his jeans, making me more and more excited. I can feel myself getting increasingly more wet.

He reaches down and places his hand on my pussy. Circling my clit vigorously. I let out loud moans into his mouth, closing my eyes tightly, letting the overwhelming pleasure take over me. My nails are inbedded into his shoulders as I grip tightly onto his shirt.

I pull away and quickly help him remove his shirt, throwing it across the room. His hand again moves back to my clit, keeping the same pace he had before. I reach down and unbuckle his belt, whipping it off him.

He inserts one finger inside of me, letting it easily glide in and out due to the wetness of my heat. I slowly throw my head back in sheer pleasure, my eyes remaining closed. My breath hitches as I feel him enter a second finger, picking up the pace.

He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me rapidly, leaving me a hot, moaning mess. I can feel my orgasm drawing very close, a tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach.

After a few more thrusts, I release and cum on his fingers. He slowly pulls out of me and brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking the juices off. His eyes are locked onto mine as he licks every inch of his fingers. I feel myself gripping tightly onto the edge of the table, clenching my jaw.

He's waiting for me to make a move. He can see my reaction, he knows exactly what he's doing. I can't hold it anymore and I grab his arm, pulling him so his clothed cock is pressed against me, rubbing against my oversensitive clit.

He lets out a slight chuckle, bathing in his victory. He has me in the palm of his hand. He has full control of me, he can do what he wants to me. I'm all his.

He quickly pulls down his jeans and underwear, letting his cock spring free. He notices me looking at it, he grabs my hand and places it on his erection and I begin to pump him slowly, like it's a natural reaction. 

"I love when you do that..." He moans. He leans down and crashes his lips into mine once again, forcing his tongue to enter my mouth.

He grips the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair. I love it when he's rough, when he takes control and owns my body.

He moves my hand away and aligns himself to my entrance, pushing himself into me slowly. I close my eyes and let out a loud, breathy moan. I can never get used to his size.

He begins to thrust in and out of me quickly, gripping onto my ass cheeks, leaving sore, red marks. I wince at the pain, but the pleasure is overbearing. I love it. He sucks on my neck and collarbone marking me, letting everybody know I'm his.

He wraps his hand around my throat, applying slight pressure as he slams into me mercilessly. I'm taken aback by his sudden aggressiveness, but I like it. A smile dances onto my lips as I feel the pleasure and sensation heighten due to the pressure around my throat. 

"You like that?" He groans breathlessly in my ear. "You like when I choke you?"

My eyes roll into the back of my head, unable to form any words due to the sheer amount of pleasure he's giving me. "I- I love it." I mumble, moaning in between breaths. He lets out a deep growl at my reaction, tightening his grip more as he pounds into me even harder. 

He slams into me, abruptly stopping and releasing his grip from my throat, lazily resting his head in the crook of my neck. I can feel him trembling as he stills himself inside of me. He picks me up, holding me as he stumbles over and slams my back into the wall and begins to roughly thrust in and out of me again. The room is filled with rhythmic banging and loud moans from both of us. I feel sorry for our neighbours.

"Fuck... me harder..." I moan. As he roughly pounds into me against the wall, I feel my climax beginning to reach again. He repeatedly hits my g-spot with every thrust, making my entire body feel like a melting pool of jelly. My walls clench around him, causing him to let out a loud groan. "Fuck." He breathes. He can feel I'm close, but tortures me more as he reaches down with one hand and rubs my clit roughly.

A few seconds later, I reach my climax again and release on him, my walls clenched tightly around his cock. I let out a high pitched moan as he slows down the pace to let me ride out my high.

He quickly pulls out of me; I whimper at the sensation as I'm already overly sensitive. With my legs still wrapped around his waist, he moves over to the couch and places me down. 

"On all fours." He demands, breathless. I do as I'm told and get on my hands and knees, facing the right side of the couch with my ass facing him and arching my back so he can get better access.

He climbs on behind me, both of his knees on the couch and aligns himself once again at my hole. He teasingly glides the tip over my folds and sensitive clit, making me let out a whimper, practically begging him to enter my wet pussy.

"You like that, baby?" He groans. 

"Yes, please... Fuck me." I beg. He complies and slowly pushes inside of me, placing both of his hands on my hips. He grips my sides tightly, leaving more marks as he picks up the pace and rapidly thrusts in and out. All I can hear is our moans and skin slapping.

He slaps my right ass cheek. Hard. I let out a cry of pain, but I like it. 

"Do it again." I demand. He again slaps me, but on my left cheek.

"I'm gonna cum..." He groans deeply. He wraps his hand around my hair and pulls it, forcing me to sit up and lean my back against his chest. His grip tightens on my hips as I feel him reaching his orgasm, throbbing inside of me. He tilts my head to the side with my hair and roughly bites at the skin on my neck, breathing heavily onto my skin. Just this feeling alone brings me close to another climax.

"Don't stop. Hold it." I say, as I feel his rhythm start to become sloppy, indicating he's near. He continues rapidly bucking his hips into me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot again, reaching down and playing with my clit.

"I'm cumming!" I scream. And with that, I release on him for nth time tonight. As he feels my walls clench, he also releases inside of me; letting out a loud, husky moan.

We both collapse on the couch, breathless and unable to move, both a pile of sweating, hot mess.

"I love you so much." He says, barely able to catch his breath. He's layed beside me, half of his body on mine, breathing heavily. I feel his heart racing. I let out a small chuckle before sliding out from underneath him and get up. I feel myself nearly collapse due to my weak legs and a sharp pain in my centre.

"O-oh" I mumble, as I struggle to keep my balance. I can hear him laughing at me. I turn around to find him watching me struggle. Relishing in the feeling that it's his doing.

I roll my eyes playfully at him and rummage through my clothes, looking for some comfy pyjamas to put on. As I walk past the full length mirror, I notice the marks all over my body from our heated session. I have red hand marks over my hips, waist and ass, as well as purple and red marks on my neck, shoulders and collarbone.

"Look what you've done to me!" I exclaim, pointing at the marks on my body. "I look like a walking punching bag." I laugh. 

"I didn't hurt you right?" He asks out of concern. 

"No, not all. I enjoyed it." I smirk at him. He lets out a sexy, deep laugh. 

"I know you did." He says smoothly.

**

I wake up to the sound of knocking on our door. I feel movement beneath me, when I look up I realise I'm in Yoongi's arms with my head rested on his chest, my arm over his waist and my leg wrapped around his. His arm is wrapped around my shoulder. I look at his face, studying his beauty for a moment. He really is beautiful. He's flawless, perfect.

How is he real?

I lightly slap his chest to wake him up before getting out of bed to answer the door. "Come on. Get up." I say. He groans and turns over, pulling the sheets higher, snuggling into his pillow. "Yoongi it's 9am and someone's at the door." I protest. "Get up, come on." I add, pulling the sheets off him.

"Yahh!" He yells. "5 more minutes." He says sleepily.

I giggle at him as I walk towards the closet, grabbing my robe and putting it on quickly before reaching the door. I open it a crack and peak my head through to see who it is.

I open the door fully. "Hi, Tae." I say, pulling him into a hug.

"Hey. Uh, where's Yoongi? We've been calling him but he hasn't been answering. We're due to leave at 11 this morning." He says.

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

"Well, it's where are WE going. We're off to the next country, Jangmi. You need to get ready too."

My eyes widen. Shit.

"Oh fuck. Shit. Uhh, okay, we'll be ready. We'll meet you at the lobby." I say panicked. Tae nods his head and gives me a smile before I shut the door.

I quickly pace over to a sleeping Yoongi and rip the sheets off his naked body.

"YOONGI!" I scream. He immediately jolts up. "What?!"

"It's 9:am, we're due a flight at 11. Get up and get ready. Now. Quick!" I demand, rushing around the room to pack my things.

"Shit." He mutters, jumping out of bed putting some underwear on. He follows suit and packs his things. We don't even have enough time to shower.

We reach the lobby with our suitcases in hand. Everyone's waiting for us, and I feel guilty.

Jungkook gives me a puzzled look, staring at me. I look at him and raise my eyebrow. "What? Do I have something on my face?" I ask.

"Uhh.. No. But uh, you might wanna cover.. that." He says, pointing to his own neck.

"What?" I ask confusingly. Until it hits me. The fucking hickeys. Oh my God... There's no way I'll get away with it. BTS are bombarded by fans and photographers at every airport. Somebody's bound to get me in there with my fucking blatant as fuck and bright, red, SORE hickeys.

"Here, use this." Yoongi says, giving me his scarf.

"Ugh, thank you. You're a lifesaver." I say, taking the scarf and wrapping it around my neck, making sure no mark is visible.

The other members giggle like school children and walk out of the hotel.

Aishhhh, how embarrassing.

"I wouldn't worry about it baby, they probably heard us too." He says, slapping my ass before walking ahead of me, taking both of our luggage.

An open mouth smile appears on my face out of shock.

What a devil man.