A/N: You guys have been very, very patient. So here you go...

The next few chapters will be relaxing since the last few were plot-heavy :)

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After winding down and managing to find a place to stay, Yoongi finds himself laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling with an emotionless face. The castle they're staying in really isn't a big one. When the word 'castle' is said, Yoongi would think of the medieval eras where giant castles signified power and leadership. This one is small and almost suffocating. Elegant, sure, but it's not his style.

He bites on his nails, chewing on the particles until they break. When one of his nails gets bitten down to the tip of his finger, that's when he stops. So this is what his life is like, huh? 

Before he can fall into his thoughts, a knock resonates throughout the room. Yoongi groans before answering with a raspy, "Come in!" The door creaks open, revealing a tired Y/n in a nightgown. "You got clothes?"

"What? Don't like what you see?" she says, shutting the wood behind her.

He trails his eyes over her bare legs and lets a warm chuckle leave his body. "That's besides the point. What are you doing up so late?"

She climbs into bed with him and shrugs. "Couldn't sleep. Jimin was snoring."

"He was snoring?"

She pauses, then starts to smile. "No, not at all." 

The place doesn't have six bedrooms like Tae said; there's only five, so Jimin and Y/n decided to stay together since, well, they have for years. It's just another day for them. Is Yoongi jealous? Of course he is, why wouldn't he be? But he also knows Y/n wouldn't do anything. Not to mention Jimin instantly offered to take the floor as far away from her as humanly possible. Yoongi kind of appreciates that, but he won't admit it out loud.

"Come closer," Yoongi says. The girl snickers before obliging, climbing on top of his chest.

"Now since it's just the two of us, can I ask you something?"

"Go for it," he whispers, keeping one hand on her back. The thin fabric makes it easy to feel her skin from under it. He can't help but rub circles into her back, a smile on his face as he does so.

"How are you?" she asks. Such a basic, easy question. Yet he can't even say the words he wants to say. His mouth hangs open, desperately searching for the right answer, but he can't seem to find one.

"I don't know," he says.

"Hey," she murmurs, sitting up so she can hover over him. "We may be a new couple, but that doesn't mean you can't talk to me. What's going on inside that pretty head of yours, Mr. Min?"

He chuckles and places a hand on her cheek. "What you look like without the nightgown."

She freezes. "If you're trying to distract me with sex, it's totally working."

"Then prove it."

"How?" she asks.

"Take off my pants."

She playfully rolls her eyes. "If I do that, will you tell me what's going on?"

He pretends to think about it, then brushes his thumb across her cheek. "If I'm being honest, I'm the best I've been in a while."

"Really?" she asks in disbelief, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling them down. Wait shit, she was serious about that?

"Yeah, because I'm here with you."

She gives him a snort. "I'm about to fuck the living shit out of you, but you're more interested in being cute?" He nods. "This is the strangest sex I've ever had, Mr. Min."

"Makes it more memorable, right? Maybe we can pretend it's a date."

"Mr. Romantic," she teases, hovering over his face. "Care to tell me a pick-up line?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No. Never."

"I'm sure I can get it out of you when you're begging me to let you cum," she whispers. Shit. She's hot. Fucking code red, she's hot and Yoongi has a boner. Fuck.

"I thought you wanted to get all emotional on me," he says, but she seems unaffected.

"It looks like you don't want to get emotional," she mumbles, palming his boner through his boxers. "Want me to take them off?" she asks before he can reply to her previous words.

"Yes," he whispers back, knowing that it's best not to be a little tease right now. She giggles while taking off the fabric covering his lower half, her looking into his eyes the whole time.

Finally he feels a little bit of relief being free. She seems to sense this seeing as her hand instantly falls to the base of him. "Not playing around, h-huh?" he asks with a small groan. 

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't under her spell right now. Y/n has this way of enchanting the people around her. Everyone is allured to her, whether it be from her soothing voice, powerful nature, or breathtaking appearance. No matter what, she sways hearts.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" she asks in that commanding tone of hers. He finds himself nodding without even thinking about it first. She smirks at his pleading nature and slips out of her thin clothes, tossing them on the floor before climbing up on him. "What's on your mind now?"

"Your lips," he says. Right away, she kisses him. At the same time, she slips onto his hardened length with ease.

Half of him wants to gasp and moan at the sudden pleasure she brings him, the other half wants to focus on kissing her with all the strength he has. So he goes with the latter half and places both his hands on her face, deepening their already intense kiss. He can feel her mischievous smirk as she gets to work riding him. 

Yoongi's getting fucked at lord knows what time at night on a king-sized bed in a castle. Life couldn't be better.

She pulls back from the kiss to instead stare right into his eyes while she fucks him. He's rendered speechless, her hips going up and down, the feeling of her tight walls rubbing gingerly over his skin makes him groan. 

"Fuck," he whispers, his girl slightly trembling at the tone of his voice. His hands hold her shoulders, encouraging her to keep going. She chuckles and increases her pace, letting her breath hit his face. The warm currents of air leaving her teasing lips only turn him on more. God damn, seeing her flushed, sweaty face so close to him? He's never been this turned on before.

His hands go from her shoulders to her ass, helping her slide up and down on him. There's so many things he wants to say, but he doesn't. How can he? With the overwhelming and sudden pleasure bursting through his body, he's not sure how to speak. His tongue feels swollen and numb even though it's not. 

She looks at his face while he scrunches it up, processing the feeling she brings to him. "Am I making you feel good?" she whisper-asks, purposefully making sure her breath hits his nose. 

The sweet smell of mint hits his nostrils, his entire head (the one on top) stirring with several different emotions he can't comprehend. How can one person bring so much emotion to him just through sex? He didn't think it'd be possible, then he met her.

She's quick to increase her pace, his hands still guiding her ass up and down. As she speeds up, the room gets hotter, their bodies beginning to glisten with sweat. The room itself is small enough that the smell infects every corner inside, but Yoongi's not complaining. Even if it takes weeks to flush out the scent with candles, it'll at least remind him of the night they're spending together right now.

As time goes on, she seems to slow down, panting and softly moaning while he matches her state. Both of them are sweaty messes pleading for their highs. Based on the way she's placing her head on his chest, he can tell she's getting very close. 

"Just a little further, angel," he whispers, keeping one hand on her ass while the other holds the back of her head and grabs her hair. She almost laughs as a reaction to both his actions and the good feeling in her body. It's hard not to smile when getting pleasured, especially like this.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" she mutters, picking her head up from his chest.

"I was just about to ask you that," he mutters back. 

She snickers and gives him another solid pump that makes him moan loudly. Okay, so he's the one that's gonna cum for her, got it. Nice to know. Great. 

Yoongi lets himself come undone, his girl hopping off of him and using her hand to get his orgasm out of him. He moans and lets a few "Y/n's" pass his dry lips. His hips buck as she overstimulates him, giggling while watching his body rock back and forth. 

"So fucking hot," she mumbles, brushing her thumb across his tip. He's still moaning and panting, his eyes squeezing shut. Holy fucking shit. Just - holy fucking shit. How does he speak after an orgasm like that? His eyes snap open and he stares at the ceiling in shock. She notices his shock and laughs, coming up and cuddling next to him.

Neither of them speak for a bit, him contemplating the meaning of life. This is one intense post-nut clarity he's having right now. His eyes are widened, his breathing jagged, his body still slightly trembling from the fading pleasure that doesn't seem to want to leave yet. 

"Well, Jimin's probably waiting for me so-" Before she can move, he grabs her wrist and glares right at her. She gulps.

"You think you're leaving after that to go back to your ex?"

He pushes her back, rolling around so he's on top of her. She stares at him with those seductive eyes he loves so much. "Maybe," she says. Oh great, she's a brat. He chuckles and brings his face closer to hers, their noses hitting.

"Well, it's my turn then, don't you think?"

"Hmm, I don't know. I'm not convinced you can handle it." Oh so she's really a brat. Interesting. Based off her bold personality, he can definitely see it, but hearing it is a completely different thing. It's uh... well, to put it simply: it's hot.

"Now since it's my turn..."

"For now," she says while waggling her brows.

He playfully rolls his eyes. "For now, I think it's time I showed you just how hard I can fuck you."

"I don't know, Mr. Min. You seem to be slacking."

Without warning, he slips a finger inside her, his girl's eyes widening at his boldness. "Do you want to know what I think?" he asks, slowly slipping another digit inside and pumping.

She malfunctions for a beat, but her eyes light up a second later. "What?"

He smirks and lets his breath hit her lips to tease her. He knows she wants a kiss, but will he allow it? No, of course he won't. Yoongi's a petty, stubborn bastard who wants to be in control right now.

"I think after I'm done with you, you won't remember anyone else's names."

She chortles. "Yoons?" He nods. "Go ahead and prove it."

It's safe to say he does.