The morning sun streamed through the large kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over the modern, sleek space. Valentina sat at the marble island, wearing one of Yoongi’s oversized t-shirts, which hung loosely over her frame. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of pancakes and syrup.

Yoongi stood across from her, pouring two cups of coffee with a lazy smile on his lips. He looked calm, more relaxed than he had been the night before. The vulnerability they'd shared had left a sense of peace between them. But Valentina could see the gleam in his eye—the playful side of him that always found a way to emerge, even in the quietest moments.

As he handed her a cup of coffee, Yoongi’s fingers brushed against hers, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she glanced up at him, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. She could sense what was coming, that teasing energy building in the air.

“Thanks,” she murmured, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

Yoongi leaned back against the counter, watching her with an intensity that made her heart race. He didn’t say anything at first, simply observing her as she took another bite of her pancake, the soft clinking of her fork on the plate the only sound in the room. She tried to focus on her food, but his gaze was impossible to ignore.

After a few moments of silence, Yoongi finally spoke. “You’re not very focused this morning, kitten,” he said, his voice low and smooth, laced with amusement. “I wonder why.”

Valentina’s hand froze mid-air, her fork hovering just inches from her lips. She swallowed, her eyes flicking up to meet his, the playful dominance in his gaze sending a wave of heat through her body.

“I’m focused,” she replied, her voice a little breathless.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. He pushed off the counter and moved toward her, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. As he approached, Valentina felt her pulse quicken, anticipation curling in her stomach.

When he reached her, Yoongi didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he reached down, taking her fork from her hand and placing it gently on the plate. His fingers trailed lightly over her skin, sending goosebumps down her arm.

“Let’s make breakfast more interesting, shall we?” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

Valentina’s breath hitched in her throat. She could feel the shift in the air—the tension that was beginning to build, the unspoken game they were about to play. Her body responded instinctively, her heart beating faster as Yoongi’s hand slipped to the back of her neck, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, his voice taking on that familiar commanding tone.

Without hesitation, Valentina parted her lips, her eyes never leaving his. Yoongi’s smile widened slightly, clearly pleased with her immediate obedience. He reached for the plate of pancakes, carefully cutting a small piece and bringing it to her lips.

“Good girl,” he praised softly as he fed her the bite.

The sweetness of the syrup and the warmth of the pancake flooded her senses, but it was nothing compared to the heat building inside her from the way Yoongi was looking at her. His fingers lingered near her lips, brushing against her skin in a way that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

“Now chew,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.

Valentina obeyed, her eyes locked on his as she slowly chewed the food. She could see the flicker of desire in his gaze, the way his pupils dilated just slightly as he watched her. There was something intensely intimate about the way he was feeding her, something that made her feel vulnerable but powerful at the same time.

As she swallowed, Yoongi’s hand slid down her neck, his fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone before slipping under the hem of his shirt, which she was still wearing. His touch was soft but deliberate, his fingers teasingly brushing against the bare skin beneath the fabric.

“You look so good in my clothes,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.

Valentina’s breath hitched again as his hand moved lower, brushing against the swell of her breast. She could feel her body reacting to his touch, heat pooling between her legs as her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of the shirt.

“I think we should try something new today,” Yoongi continued, his voice like velvet. “Something that will remind you who’s in control, even during breakfast.”

Valentina’s heart raced at his words, her body already responding to the promise of what was to come. She trusted him completely, knew that whatever he had in mind would push her limits in the best possible way.

“What do you have in mind, sir?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation.

Yoongi’s smile widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. “You’ll see,” he whispered against her lips before pulling away.

He walked over to one of the drawers in the kitchen, pulling out a small remote. Valentina’s eyes widened slightly as she realized what it was—a remote control for one of the toys they had experimented with before.

Yoongi returned to her, holding the remote in his hand as he looked down at her with a smirk. “Stand up,” he commanded.

Valentina immediately obeyed, pushing back her chair and standing in front of him. Yoongi’s eyes raked over her body, taking in the sight of her wearing nothing but his shirt, her legs bare and exposed.

“Lift your shirt,” he instructed, his voice calm but authoritative.

With trembling hands, Valentina lifted the hem of the shirt, exposing her bare core to him. Yoongi’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his hand slipping between her legs to gently press a vibrator against her clit.

Valentina gasped at the sudden sensation, her knees buckling slightly as the toy buzzed to life. Yoongi’s smirk widened as he held the remote, adjusting the intensity of the vibrations as he watched her struggle to stay standing.

“You’ll keep this in while you eat,” he said, his voice firm. “And you won’t cum until I say so. Understand?”

Valentina nodded, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps as the toy continued to pulse against her sensitive flesh. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her body already trembling with need.

Yoongi’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he gently pushed her back into the chair. “Good girl. Now, let’s continue breakfast.”

As Valentina sat down, the vibrations from the toy intensified, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the growing pressure between her legs. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans threatening to escape as Yoongi picked up the fork again, cutting another piece of pancake and bringing it to her lips.

“Open,” he instructed, his voice calm and controlled.

Valentina parted her lips, letting him feed her another bite as the vibrator continued to tease her clit. She could feel her body trembling with desire, her thighs clenching together as she tried to keep her composure.

Yoongi watched her closely, his eyes dark with amusement and desire. “You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice low and soothing. “But you’re not allowed to cum yet, kitten. You know the rules.”

Valentina nodded, her breath hitching as she swallowed the bite of food. The combination of pleasure and control was overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than the intense sensations coursing through her body.

Yoongi continued to feed her, his eyes never leaving hers as he adjusted the intensity of the vibrations with the remote. Valentina’s hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white as she tried to hold back the release that was building inside her.

After what felt like an eternity, Yoongi finally leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Now, you may cum.”

The permission was all Valentina needed. With a shuddering moan, her body convulsed as the pleasure crashed over her, wave after wave of intense sensation rolling through her. Yoongi watched her with a satisfied smile, his hand gently resting on her thigh as she rode out her orgasm.

As she came down from the high, Yoongi leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with approval.

Valentina smiled weakly, her body still trembling as she leaned into his touch. Breakfast had certainly been more interesting than she’d anticipated.