Complex || YoonKook (Completed) ✔️

Bliss 🔥

Yoongi's POV-

As we lay under the covers side by side, hair still damp and muscles sore, my mind is swirling as I try to make sense of what has happened.

I'm always the dominant one. The one to take charge. I didn't think I would ever allow it to be any other way.

The thought sounded very unappealing, yet here I am. Laying in bed exhausted and completely blissed out.

He's changed my way of thinking once again.

*Flashback- Two hours ago*

Jungkook's POV-

He pulls me to him with his hand on the back of my neck to connect our lips in a needy kiss.

He's leans towards me so he is no longer leaning on the piano but I use my body to press him back against the instrument, not disconnecting our lips.

He gasps when he feels the piano meet his body from behind and I slip my tongue past his lips to meet with his.

He tries to gain the upper hand with the kiss but I continue my pace and remain in charge. I plan to show him tonight that he isn't the only aggressive one.

He pulls away with a devilish smirk. "You think you're going to win this don't you."

"You're used to being the one in charge, but so am I. I think it's time we do things my way." I say as my eyes drift down to his swollen lips. "I can't promise I'll be gentle." I growl out before diving back into our kiss.

He has his right hand tangled in my hair as he pulls and runs it through my locks while the other is under my shirt, running up and down my back as his fingers dig into me.

I nibble on his lips as he moans in satisfaction. I think he likes it rough like I do, which means I don't think he's going to want me to hold back.

I bend my knees slightly, reaching down to lift one of his legs up so it is level with my hips. I press my pelvis flush against his and we start to move against each other.

He has both hands clawing at my back now and I can feel the sting of the scratches as he digs his fingernails into me and it's absolutely heavenly.

He brings his hands away from my back and outside of my shirt to where the fabric drapes in front of my abs. He grips the fabric tightly in each hand before he pulls, ripping the fabric apart.

I break from the kiss, leaning away slightly, looking down in surprise.

"Fucking hell," I practically moan out before looking back up to meet his dark hooded eyes.

"I told you I can buy you more shirts didn't I?" He says with a smirk before he's pulling me by my waistband to crash my body back against his.

He takes the fabric further up my chest and rips the shirt all the way up to the collar before that is broken apart too.

He hastily pushes the sleeves down my arms and let's the torn fabric drop to the floor while he runs his hands back up my arms.

"Fuck me, you are so perfect." He says as he caresses and traces my muscles and veins with his soft fingertips.

"I won't fuck you yet. I have something else in mind." I say as I grip his waist before spinning him around so he is walking backwards as I guide him in the direction of his room.