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"Hoseok?" 

I stand up as my best-friend enters the cafe.

He's carrying a large brown paper bag. 

Hoseok places it down with a big grin. It feels weird, how happy I am to see him. Some familiar face after being cooped up in that cold stone mansion for so long. 

Yoongi's disappeared without any warning for a few days like he always does sometimes on 'business'. Life as a 'Doll' was lonely so I was desperate to get out into the real world and feel like I was a part of something real again.  Hoseok arriving back in town was the perfect opportunity to do that.

"What is that?" I ask as he slides the bag towards the centre of the table.

"A present," Hoseok replies.

He sits down spinning the chair around, gangly legs at either side as he settles down comfortably on it. The chair is turned backwards so that his chest leans casually against its back-support. 

"For you..." 

He smiles and I cock an eyebrow in response.

My fingers peel the top of the bag open with simmering interest.

As I open the parcel slowly, its hard not to crack a smile.

"What did I ever do to deserve such a present?" 

I chuckled, taking one of the two sticky cinnamon rolls out and biting into its fluffy sugariness without hesitation.

Hoseok watches me devour the treat happily despite the hateful stares we receive from the cafe owner.

"I don't think you can you bring your own food into somebody's cafe, Hobi?" I mumble through another delicious bite. 

"Well, this is a special occasion. I think we can bend the rules just a little. These... are from your favourite food stall on main street."

"I know..." 

I close my eyes in preparation for another sinful bite. 'Mmmm.."

Hoesok smiles appreciatively at my reaction. 

"I couldn't settle for any less. Not when I needed to make up for not checking in with you more often while I was away."

"Oh..um, that?" I swallow, "You were busy. I get it."

"So does that mean I'm off the hook?" Hoseok's eyes sparkle and right away I know that these cinnamon buns are more than just an amicable gesture.

I put the last sticky piece down on the table with a sigh...

The waiter comes over with the coffees that I ordered before Hoseok got here.

"Go on, tell me... what is it that you want to know?" I ask him slowly and sure enough, there's a sneaky smile crawling across the narrow plush of Hoseok's lips.

"....everything."

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It's after seven in the evening by the time I get home to the mansion.

Creeping up the grand entrance and closing the massive door behind me, everything is just as I expected.

Cold.

Dark.

Quiet.

When I finally enter the privacy of my chamber, everything is still around me but I am positively quivering inside with excitement!

Hoseok always manages to cheer me up no matter what. 

I had some lingering doubts about being here, doing this and what my growing affections toward Yoongi meant but Hoseok helped to put my mind at ease.

I smile to myself, eyes closed and leaning my head softy against the wall. My fingers trace the pattern of the expensively textured wallpaper as I lose myself in thought.

Hobi said that he thinks that Yoongi must really like me.

I'm the first Doll he's ever let extend her stay here. Hoseok himself had heard Yoongi complain about dolls before me who'd cried, screamed and begged to stay with him but he let them all go anyway. 

When their time was up, it was simply...up. No exceptions. But when I'd asked a couple weeks ago, he made it seem as though it was nothing?

Trust me, this time around, something's different, Diana. To him. You're different.

Hoseok's word's echo delightfully in my head.. 

Was I really not like all the other girls?

Then I hear a low grunt.

Its coming from a remote corner of the bedroom which sends my eyes flying open in a fright!

But there was no need to be afraid.. there he was, sitting in a chair in the darkened room. 

Had he been waiting for me?

"Surprised to see me, Kitten?"

"Um...Yoongi," I reply breathlessly, "Hi..."

This is awkward. I can't help but wonder if he saw me just a second ago.

He smiles silently in greeting without moving an inch from his place on the tufted lounger. 

I stand there frozen, not knowing what else to say. 

"You were gone?" He questions finally.

"Yes...I just. I just needed to get out for the day" I giggle weakly, "You know..."

But he doesn't reply right away.

I suddenly felt like I've done something wrong.

"Is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?" I speak up finally, moving closer to Yoongi when he still doesn't say a thing.

His smirk lowers, letting out a tiny scoff. I watch his shoulders droop as he lets his head fall forward chuckling coldly and when he lifts his head, his expression is clearly pissed off.

"If you weren't happy here anymore, you should have said something, Kitten."

"What do you mean? Of course I'm happy here.." I reply, confused.

Yoongi looks back at me. He's still wearing his work attire, impeccably tailored trousers and a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. 

Clearly, he hadn't long returned to the mansion and found me missing. 

I reach out to touch his shoulder but he stops my hand.

"Stop." He orders flatly, I hold my breath in uncertainty.

"Take off your clothes." He instructs.

Removing my coat, I let it fall to the ground.

I strip myself naked but I am no longer shy in front of this man. I position myself on the edge of the bed in just the way he likes best. Face down, ass up.

He rises from the chair and walks slowly over to me.

I shiver feeling him run his fingers softly along my bare skin.

"Where did you go today?" He questions making me gulp.

"I...went to meet with...a friend. You know him actually."

"He?"

"Yes."

"Oh.."

Yoongi lets out a short laugh which I guess means him putting two and two together. He knows exactly who I'm talking about.

"You know, you never struck me as the jealous type..." I smirk, feeling pleased that he might have been some-what, jealous?

"Who said I was jealous?"

"I mean, it's not like you're my... boyfriend or something?" I venture, biting my lip and happy that he can't see me face right right now.

"No. But there are rules, Diana. We agreed."

"And I didn't break any of the rules," I reply snarkily, turning my face suddenly to look at him.

"There's nothing more between me and Hoseok, if that's what you're thinking. I've known him for much longer than I could ever dream to know you and he told you about me...isn't that why you came after me? Why you chose me?"

"Not exactly," He says slowly.

"Then why?" 

I feel my heart flutter uncontrollably to see the conflicted look of jealousy he tries so hard to mask underneath a serious surface.

He doesn't answer my question but is quick to change the subject instead.

"You left without telling anyone where you went to. You know the rules." He repeats.

I sigh loudly, letting myself drop onto by belly moving from the position I was in on my hands and knees.

"Can you blame me for not wanting to be chauffeured around like a piece of china and flanked by bodyguards just to go grab a coffee with a friend? I didn't want to." I pout. 

"Turn around," he says suddenly in a gruff whisper.

I pause for a moment, feeling stunned.

"I want to look at your face tonight, while I fuck you," he says simply and my heart races.

Yoongi slowly unbuttons his shirt. 

I nearly moan out at the sight of his bare chest, the muscles glinting in the moonlight.

His long fingers slowly unfasten the buttons of his pants. The fabric falls to the floor.

He crawls on top of me. His fingertips touch me, brushing then closing around my nipples. I feel them harden at the contact, he rubs them slowly between his fingers as heat begins to fill my body. 

"How does it feel, Kitten?"

I can barely speak, my head goes blank as my senses spark from the intense onset of pleasure.

He leans down to take my breast into his mouth and I seize his shoulders shakily to steady herself. 

"Fuck yes, Daddy. Just like that..." 

He sucks on my nipple, moving from one, slowly over to next.

Then he stops to kiss me. His tongue flicks gently tangling with mine as his hands brush their way down to the apex of my thighs.

I open them wider until I feel his fingers gliding around my clit.

It was he who groaned this time—

"You're so hot and wet, Kitten."

"It feels so good Daddy, I don't deserve....mmm!"

I lick my bottom lip, biting it. My eyes close, I'm struggling for words.

He grips my thighs, and I shiver from the electric heat of his rough palms. I can feel my pussy clench in anticipation.

His knuckles brush lovingly against my jawline before his hand grazes down my body again to palm at my wetness.

The staggering level of arousal taking over my body shocks me even though its not our first time.

 I have no control. 

Yoongi has barely put his hands on me for no more than a minute and I was already falling apart.

His gaze descends to my face, eyes going wide as touches my slickness. They narrow again intently. 

He smirks.

"So wet for me already?"

A blush washes my cheeks. 

He leans in to kiss me softly, a fluttering sensation erupts in the pit of my stomach as he whispers, "You are perfect, Diana."

Who was this? All this time together, I had never seen this side of him before.

Before I can think to respond, Yoongi raises off of me, sliding himself off the bed.

He gets on his knees and I can feel his breath on my slick folds. He spreads me with his fingers, and I gasp. 

Then came his tongue.

"Fuck.." I groan, the urge to grab his head and pull him closer driving me mad. 

I twist the sheets between my fingers and writhe forward as he grabs the curves of my ass and forces me closer to his mouth, tonguing me greedily.

He adds a finger and starts pumping in and out of my core, making me breathless. 

When another broken cry leaves my throat, I feel him smile against my sex before he roughly inserts one more finger, then adds another, scissoring them and forcing out of me, moan after moan. 

I gasp and clutch at his head. I know he loves it— the way I go crazy for him.

Yoongi grunts slipping his tongue between my slick folds. He holds me down firmly with his hands. Casually stroking my pussy with his tongue. Dipping in and out.

Languidly at first, tasting and exploring each crevice, moving up to my clit, then down again, to my hole where I could feel myself throbbing. 

My whimpers increase and so does his urgency. 

He licks my entrance teasingly before his mouth is covering my clit again, sucking... harder.

Unable to take it an longer, I start to press myself against him, rolling my hips against his open mouth.

He caresses my womanhood, unrelenting until I'm in a frenzy of delicious torment. I was literally gasping. Tears of lust gather in my eyes as I try to catch my breath.

Then, I feel it.

The lightest graze of his teeth on my clit and I scream as I cum.

I try to calm down as his mouth kisses its way up my body, leaving a hot, wet trail on my belly. He pushes my thighs apart, kissing them tenderly, and I purr with pleasure, lingering in between oversensitivity and dying to be filled up by him again.

I revel in the feeling of his warm body on mine.

I had never in my life known lovemaking like I knew it now, with Yoongi. Each time left me exhausted, wonderfully powerless and hungry for more.

I lace my fingers in his hair and with my cheek touching his, I moan as he presses his lips to the hollow of my throat. 

I move beneath him, trying to guide his cock to slip inside my entrance but he's holding back on purpose, "What are you waiting for?" I ask him breathlessly.

Yoongi laughs, before rubbing his length torturously against my folds without entering.

He slides his arms behind my knees, spreading my legs wider so that the tip of his erection is touching me. Moving slowly against my wetness with just enough pressure to make my walls clench and shiver, driving my insane.

"You've got to be patient. You can be patient, can't you Kitten?"

I bite my lip in agony.

Typical.

He was teasing the heck out of me to get back at me for leaving the mansion without his consent.

"No," I say hotly.

"You're fucking stunning when you're being a brat!" he mutters before lowering his lips to mine and easing himself inside me at the same time. 

I whimper in gratuity and relief as he moves slowly, prolonging the moment, teasing me.

But I was in no mood to be teased. 

"Daddy...fuck me harder." 

My fingernails dig into his hips, urging him deeper and to go faster.

He smiles. "Where's your manners?"

"....You mean?" I gasp, digging my fingernails into him even deeper. "Come on, don't make me beg." I whine and Yoongi looks down at me amused.

"But I love it when you beg," he says.

Little do I know, he's hoping that I will beg soon.

Because he can't keep the teasing up for much longer. He needed to be in side me just as much as I want him too. 

"Please!" 

I lift my head to meet him eye to eye and see that he's intensely biting on his lower lip. 

"Please fuck me." I breathe out.

That was all it took.

Moving his hips in small circles, he eases his way inside until he bottoms out, filling me up completely.

He lengthens his strokes and I begin to move in time with him, my hips rising up to meet each thrust, my breathing as ragged as his. His length sweetly shredding against my walls and me squeezing heatedly around him.

We were so good together.

 Yoongi groans again, sliding deeper and harder, his hands in my hair, his eyes wildly roaming over my face as he drives himself into me, over and over and over again until he closes his eyes with a strangled cry.

His lips part and he looks so hot as he releases inside me. 

After one last, residual shudder, he collapses down on top of me.

Kissing my forehead. 

"Kitten " he whispers. 

I have no idea in that moment, the magnitude of the three big words that were on his lips, desperate to be uttered. But he knows that he shouldn't. 

He loves me, he knows he does. And the Three Big Words linger on his lips, just at the tip of his tongue.

"That was amazing, Daddy." I kiss him, glassy eyed and raking my fingernails up and down his back. 

"You're so sexy, Kitten. Every time I see you, I just want to fuck you." He sighs.

 I giggle lightly, wriggling out from beneath him, then moving gingerly towards the small bar cart in my suite. 

"You want something to drink?" I ask, sweeping my hair up and away from my damp neck and piling it atop of my head into a messy bun.

Yoongi rolls onto his side watching me as I walk across the bed chamber, completely and gloriously naked.

He props his head on his hands, the three big words retreating from his lips...

 back into that place inside him where he'd keep them, never to be used.

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A/N: OMG this took me forever to write! but we're back! And I do hope you all liked it xxxx

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