Fated Alphas

8

Yoongi is currently giving me a break from fucking me on every surface in his cabin in favor of making me something to eat. I'm sitting on one of the two stools at the little island watching him cook, only in his boxer briefs. "You have a cute butt."

Yoongi laughs, turning around to look at me with a questioning eyebrow raised "Thank you?"

"What? You have a cute butt. It's nice and round."

Yoongi shakes his head at me, turning back to the stove "Stop staring at my butt."

"I think I will stare at whatever I want."

"And I think I'll have you staring at yourself in those windows as I fuck that snarky little attitude right out of you later."

My lip curls into a smirk "I would very much enjoy that."

"You are a menace Park Chaeyeon." Yoongi growls, turning the stove off.

"Says the one that woke me up so he could get my permission to eat me out first thing in the morning. And then proceeded to cum in me, TWICE." I snap at him playfilly

"And I'll be cumming in you a third time, and several more times after that." Yoongi snaps back, also playful.

"It's a good thing Heesung gave me a strong dose of birth control yesterday. Or you would have me knocked up by the time I leave this cabin."

Yoongi hums "Yes it is." Yoongi plates the eggs and French toast he was making, setting a plate in front of me before getting his own.

I take a bite of the French toast and moan at the cinnamon, maple goodness "Fuck this is good."

Yoongi chuckles "I'm glad you like it."

We eat in a comfortable silence after that and even though Yoongi is itching to do as he promised earlier, he entertains my want of snuggling on the couch and watching some TV. As much as I enjoy the sex, my vagina needs a break here and there. The only time I can actually tolerate days of sex is on the rare occasion that I go into heat, which may be more often now that I have Yoongi.

Eventually I get bored of the show playing on the TV and start to kiss up Yoongi's neck. He just leans his head back, giving me better access to suck dark bruises into his skin. Marks that, unfortunately, won't last very long due to our healing rates. They'll probably be gone in an hour, but making them is fun. When I start to suck on the skin right above his jugular vain, Yoongi growls and in seconds I'm pinned to the couch, Yoongi hovering over me, a predatory look in his eyes. But it's the same predatory look he's be giving me since yesterday, full of lust, a promise.

"You are asking for trouble, mate."

I smirk up at him "I've been asking for trouble for the last 24 hours. I enjoy the trouble I get into with you."

Yoongi gets off of me and the couch, making me pout but he grabs my arm and hauls me up, dragging me over to wall of windows that faces his deck and gently shoving me against it, crowding my back. Before I think of some snarky remark to make I hear the ripping of fabric and realize that Yoongi literally just tore my panties off. And I decide it's probably best to keep my mouth shut now because he is about to do exactly what he promised.

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× 3 days later ×

This morning Yoongi and I finally had enough of each other that we could go an hour without fucking on some surface of his cabin. So I showered, scrubbing as much of the smell of sex as I could off of me before I returned to the main house, leaving Yoongi to sleep for a little bit longer.