Unexpected (Part 8 - Final...)
Your relationship with Yoongi has finally returned to a happy healthy place, but he is ready to start pushing some boundaries.
Warning: This chapter is long - 17000+ words. There is so much sex in here, I was worried that you might get tired of it (LOL!). Super graphic and vulgar, like usual. Lots of dirty talk, including derogatory name calling during sex – but then so do most of my stories. Includes non-BTS idols in major roles for this chapter.
It was 3pm. Yoongi’s plane had landed at 2pm and now you were just waiting to hear from him. He told you that he would come to your apartment as soon as he could after landing, and you were getting impatient waiting for him. You busied yourself with cleaning the apartment as a distraction. Between getting his luggage, going through customs, making his way through fans, driving back to his place to drop things off before turning around to come to your apartment… it was probably going to be another hour or even longer before he would be at your place.
It had been three weeks since you had last been together; he and the other boys were on a tour through several countries. While he was away, he texted you frequently, sharing pictures of the places he was visiting and the two of you made a point to video chat every night before he went to sleep. Being able to see his face even though he was so far away, was a comfort to you. Yoongi would tell you funny stories about what was happening on the road or share snippets of songs he was writing; on a few occasions you made arrangements to share a meal over the internet – you would set up the laptop across from you on the table as if he was sitting there while you ate your meal and he would do the same, eating whatever he had ordered from room service. More often than not, your late chats would devolve into an online sex session, with Yoongi asking you to strip and bend over in front of the camera, pulling your pussy lips apart so he could see inside you while you described a fictional account of you having sex with other men while he was gone.
When Yoongi was still in town, role playing was something you would do maybe once a week to provide some variety to your love-making, but while he was out of town, role playing took a much more prominent position. The scenarios you played out all started in different ways, but they always ended the same… with a graphic description of another man having sex with you, ejaculating in you, followed usually by Yoongi ejaculating in real life from masturbating while you spoke. As much fun as your on-line sex sessions were, you were looking forward to doing something a little different.
It was 3:45pm when your doorbell rang. When you opened your door, Yoongi came bursting through, throwing his bag on the floor and pulling you immediately into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue violently into your mouth without even saying a word to you first. He wrapped one arm tightly around your waist to keep your body close to him while the other hand rested on the back of your head to keep your lips tightly locked with his. Yoongi walked you backwards towards your bedroom while still kissing you feverishly, the movement was awkward since you both were too preoccupied with the kiss to pay much attention to where you were going. Your feet got tangled up with each other more than once, you almost fell over when he accidentally backed you into a chair and he fumbled with the door knob to your bedroom. Once he managed to get the door open, he walked you directly into the door jamb where you hit your head with a loud crack. You cried out at the sudden pain and Yoongi pulled away, his eyes wide with shock.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, I was just so eager to get to the bed, I misjudged the width of the doorway. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Yoongi’s hands cradled your head while he looked to see how badly you were hurt.
You couldn’t help but start laughing at the situation. “I’ve missed you so much,” you told him.