#my shampoo and conditioner and (completely full) bodywash is all gone

[love-fireflysong]

Oh and for those who were wondering/cared about my lost suitcase drama.

It's gone. They fucking lost my bag and I am so upset about that you have no idea.

And now I have to send an email in regards to what was in my bag in the hopes that they either refund my ticket or pay me for cost of what was in the bag.

[readbeneaththelines]

His Possession Pt. 13

A/N: Debts are collected, one way or the other. Unfortunately, you were the collection for your father’s debt.

Yoongi is ruthless, cunning, and obsessive.

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: soft Yoongi, in his own way, teeny bit of crack if you look closely, angst, talk of character injuries

Word Count: 1520

Your head was spinning, your heart racing, at the kiss he just gave you. If every kiss would be that intense, then you would kiss him every hour on the hour, just to feel that euphoric over and over. When he set you back down, you opened your eyes to see two dark orbs staring back at you. 

Dammit. You wanted him. And wanted him desperately.

“Take a shower with me Yoongi. I need your help with, um bathing. Seeing I have a bit or trouble reaching over my head or to my back.” You knew exactly what you were doing, and your inner goddess was delighting in the look on Yoongi’s face.

Swallowing hard, Yoongi had to tear his eyes away from you. “Shower? With you? I don’t think that is a very good idea at the present moment, Y/N. Not saying I don’t want to, but, well. I don’t think I could do much bathing, considering right now all I want to do is make you need another shower.” His face flushed and his eyes grew wider and darker at the thought of the filthy words he would elicit from those beautiful lips of yours. Holy water wouldn’t be enough to cleanse the dirty thoughts from his imagination. Through your cuts and bruises, he could still see your perfect beauty. What you made him feel was something akin to unadulterated wanton desire. If he wasn’t careful, he would claim you as his without a second thought, leaving his own marks on your skin, marks of passion and love. He would kiss every bruise away, lavish every inch of your skin with kisses and caresses. He would have to wait, though. Wait on your physical scars to heal, as well as your emotional ones. He would wait an eternity for you, if you asked him to. Until then, he would keep himself in check, wanting and needing you from a distance.

“Min Yoongi, you are a difficult man. I am trying to tell you that I want you, and here you are turning me down. The audacity.” you smiled at him, pressing your hand to his cheek as you felt his jaw tense beneath your touch. You somehow knew that he would be a gentleman when it came to you. Even after all you had been through with him, he would never do anything to hurt you purposefully. That trait was what drew you to him. The security you felt when he was near. He was the one thing that kept you alive during your torture. He was the one thing that carried you through. He may have committed his crimes out of anger and some subconscious need, but yet when it came to you, he would put aside his anger and become practically anything you wanted or needed him to be.

“Yes the audacity indeed. But I told you, when we are to finally be together is will be because you want it, want me. Even if we are married, I won’t force you into anything you don’t want.”

“You are willing to wait for me? What if I never want to, even after the marriage?” you chided.

“Ahh, but you just admitted you wanted me, so I know I won’t have to wait long. Now get in that shower before I lose all self control.” He smacked your ass playfully, sending you on your way. 

Shutting the door, you turned on the water, letting it warm up while you examined yourself in the mirror. The swelling was almost gone from your left eye, the few scattered bruises on your cheeks were nearly completely faded. There was still some deep purplish black bruises on your chest and side, along with cast the covered your right wrist. Scuff marks covered both knees, and your hair was a rat’s nest of tangles and knots. You found a small trash bag that would cover the cast and wrapped it snugly. You stepped into the water, the hot water and steam surrounding you in a peaceful relaxing comfort. You leaned forward letting the water stream over your head. You found the shampoo, the wondered how you were planning on getting it on your hair and massaging it in. Damn. You really did need Yoongi in here. You popped your head out of the shower stall calling hid name over the rushing sound of water.

“Yoongi.” you called, saying it a bit louder the second time, when he didn’t answer. “Yoongi!”

He nearly knocked the door down, rushing in at your calling of his name. His feet slipped on the steam covered tile. 

“Are-are you okay?” he was panicked that something had happened to you. When he saw you, a dollop of shampoo dripping down your wet hair, he had to laugh. 

“I actually really do need your help. I can’t very well wash my hair with one hand, and its a mess. So, if you think you can handle yourself like a gentleman, can you join me?” what your voice said was totally different from what your eyes were saying. The way you watched him undress to his boxers had you practically drooling. Your eyes raked up and down his lean frame, at last settling on the V of his hips. 

Fuck. He was so fucking fine looking. You adverted your eyes when he looked up at you. Taking a few cautious steps forward, you stepped back into the shower as he stepped in. The space wasn’t small by any means, but when he entered, the space closed in around the both of you. 

Yoongi had to use every fiber of control he ever had to keep himself from claiming you as his right then and there. His hand trembled as he gripped your elbow to turn your back to him. His fingers massaged your scalp as he worked the shampoo into your hair, running them through the strands to untangle each and every knot. He noticed the goosebumps that were like a second skin, even in the heat of the shower. Pulling your hair gently back, he let your head rest in his hand as he rinsed your hair, repeating the process with conditioner. When your hair was clean and tangle free, he took the bodywash and poured some onto the loofah. He tenderly and carefully washed your back and arms, avoiding the cast. He then turned you into the water so he could wash your legs. He kept his eyes down, knowing full well that if his eyes met yours, he was done for. 

Your hand grasped his upper arm, puling him to his feet. You took the loofah from his hand and placed it on the small holder. You cupped his cheek in your hand, leaning against his body to support yourself as you stood up on your toes to see him eye to eye. Letting your hand slip to the back of his neck, you pulled him to you, brushing your lips across his. It was barely enough to be a kiss, but he felt it. He felt the fire building low but hot, the electricity between you palpable. His hands found your waist, hold you too him as he took the kiss deeper, more passionate, more heated. His teeth nipped and pulled at your bottom lip, you mouth parting at the silent plea for entrance. Once you obliged, his tongue swiped and swirled, tasting you in all your delicious flavors. Moans passed through the kiss, his chest heaving as lungs began to beg for air. When he finally had no choice but to part his lips from your, you both were panting and dizzy from the heat and head-spinning need for each other. 

“I-I think your clean now.” he huffed out, his eyes never leaving yours. 

His voice echoing in your ear brought you back to earth, his arms still holding you upright. Yoongi took a step back, drinking your naked body in. He stored the image in the recesses of his mind, reminding himself that you were the fuel for his dreams until he could really claim you as his. 

“Umm, thank you. Thank you for helping me. Can you want to help me dry off?” You gave a shaky smile as you turned the water off. He reached through the door to grab you a towel, holding it out for you. You cocked your head to the side, giving him the look of  ‘are you really not getting the idea?’ as if to read your mind, you mimicked your movement. 

“If I help dry you off, you won’t be putting any clothes back on for a while, if you catch my drift, Princess.” 

Oh the way that pet name fell from his lips, the sound like a lion’s low predatory growl.

“Maybe that’s what I want.” you mewled as the look of lust filled your eyes.

“Princess, I don’t want to hurt you, and trust me, when we do get together I will not be holding back.”

The thrill of the hunt was on, and you were more than ready to play the prey.

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