International Idol[SEAQUEL] ~ Min Yoongi

(4: Payment)

I'm gonna have a system at the start of each chapter to warn you of smut.

S = Smut
M/S = Mild Smut(kinky but not smut)
N/S = No Smut

THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE SMUT.

Makseun P.o.V

"What did you have in mind~?" I say slowly, making my way over to him.

He was staring up at me, a look of what seemed like shock on his face for a few moments before smirking. "I don't know. Did you want anything?" He hums, sitting up on the bed.

I make my way over to him, straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his neck. "I have an idea..." I murmur, unable to tear my eyes from his.

He quirks an eyebrow at me, eyes trailing over my face as his hands move from my waist to my butt, pulling me closer to him. "Tell me, baby." He says breathily, bumping his lips on mine teasingly.

I smirk and bring my lips down on his, one hand cupping the side of his face so I could kiss him better. He kisses back roughly, his chapped lips catching on mine whenever they moved against one another. His tongue quickly slipped between my lips, dancing with mine as we fought for dominance. He growled playfully, squeezing my butt roughly to try and win. I ignore him, continuing to fight until he starts tickling me, fingers digging in between my ribs.

I pull away and squeal, trying to push his hands away. He held onto me, digging his fingers in with an evil smile on his face. "St-AGH-Hyu-Hyung stop!" I stammer, laughing hysterically.

He laughs mischievously, scrabbling after me when I roll off of him and try to crawl away. He grabs my wrists, pulling my back into his chest as our weight pushes us both forwards. With no hands to catch us, I end up face planting the duvet with my hands held behind my back by Yoongi.

The door opens and Namjoon walks in, scowling. "Can you two-" he stares at us for a moment, eyes wide. "SHIT!" He exclaims, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he scampered from the room. "I'M SO SORRY!" He screeches, slamming the door behind himself.

We stare at the door in silence for a moment, before breaking out in loud laughter. Yoongi slumps off of me, clutching his stomach as tears prick at his eyes. "Did-Did you see his face?" He exclaims, cackling almost evilly.

I nod, struggling for breath as I ball the duvet in my hands. "What did he-what did he think was happening?" I laugh, rolling onto my back, wiping my eyes with the heels of my hands.

"Well, that is quite a sexual position you idiot." He laughs, looking over at me with a cheeky smile.

I raise an eyebrow. "It is?"

He nods. "Yeah, particularly for gay guys. Jesus Christ you are innocent." He teases, making me flush.

"I-I didn't know!" I exclaim, hitting his chest.

He smirks. "Would you want to try it? That way?" He suggests, winking playfully at me. I shake my head hurriedly, looking away shyly. "Wanna just do it how we normally do then?" I shake my head again, making him raise an eyebrow. "What do you want then, you picky shit." He teases.

I flush and look away. I've wanted to try this for so long... but how do I say it? "I... I..."

He chuckles. "Just say it, baby."

I hide my face and giggle. "Can you sit down? Like normally." I murmur, making him hesitate before doing as I say. When he does I make my way over to him again, straddling his waist and kissing him gently.