Wick | 민윤기

Sixteen | M

31 December 2016

In the spirit of New Year's Eve, Yoongi had purchased an office chair—that swiveled of course—without Victoria's knowledge. All she knew was that there was a piece of very revealing black lingerie laid out on her bed and a note with his handwriting that said: "Wear it." Her face flushed at the sight and she was a bit confused when she returned from the store that morning to find that and an empty room beside Holly, who jumped at her feet excitedly.

The real surprise came when she ventured into the shop portion of her home to find Yoongi sitting on the floor behind the counter with a large box in front of him. He was wearing specs and reading a manual while a million screws and chair parts lay before him. Victoria tilted her head slightly.

"What's this?"

Yoongi looked up and smiled at her, reaching up to hold her hand. "You're back."

She squeezed his hand before kneeling beside him, being careful of her dress that seemed a bit short when sitting. "Did you buy this?"

"Yeah." He finished screwing a screw into place before leaning over, one hand cupping her cheek, and pressing a tender kiss to her lips. She swore that she was floating for the moment that he kissed her, but as soon as it started, it was over. "It was supposed to be a surprise, but you came back sooner than I thought."

Victoria laced her fingers through his hair and rested her chin on his shoulder. "That was really sweet of you, baby." She left fleeting kisses on the dip in his neck before giving his ebony locks a tug.

He groaned at the feeling before growling through gritted teeth. "Don't start something you can't finish," he warned.

"What are you gonna do about it?" she challenged, whispering in a sultry voice right next to his ear.

At once he rose to his feet and unbuckled his belt. She was sitting at his feet, amused, but then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and bent down to hiss in her ear. "On your knees, slut."

She obeyed and got to her knees, excitement rushing through her veins. She loved the humiliation and the commanding tone in Yoongi's voice. The way he gripped her hair tightly so it hurt, but it felt good. She didn't really know what was happening. It was the first time she had been engaged in such an adventurous sexual relationship.

Once his pants fell to the floor, she was left to slide his boxers down to expose his pale skin only ruptured by the dark hair sprouting out from around his shaft. He was already hard and leaking as she used his precum to slick his length. He grunted when she licked him from base to tip. "Don't be a tease, sweetheart."

But she only continued to run her tongue along his length and over his slit, keeping eye contact all the while. Yoongi strengthened his grip on her hair and forced his cock into her mouth, not giving in when she began gagging around him, hot tears rolling down her face.

"You asked for it," was all he could manage out as she began bobbing her head back and forth, one hand gently squeezing his testes. "Fuck—just like that."

It didn't take long for him to begin fucking her mouth until he released down her throat with a low groan. As soon as his orgasm was over, he forced her face up to look at him. "Open." She opened her mouth sightly to reveal his seed that she hadn't swallowed yet. "Good girl." He pushed her chin away so she could swallow while he pulled his boxers up.

Victoria's face was slightly red from the intense oral, but even then, she licked her lips and smirked. "Was that supposed to be a punishment?"

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and motioned for her to stand. She did as told and moved into him, kissing his neck again with one hand reaching for his and placing it on her breast. "Do you want me to really punish you?" he asked before humming pleasure at the feeling of her lips on her skin.

"Show me what a bad girl I've been." Her voice was low and sensual and Yoongi lost it.

He grabbed her by the throat and shoved her back against the wall before grazing the flesh of her collarbone with his teeth. "You have no idea what you're asking for, love."

"Like what?" Victoria continued to challenge his authority and he didn't like it.

He moved a hand under her dress and pushed her underwear aside to slip one finger inside of her. She moaned and grabbed his wrist, but he only added another finger while smirking. "Look at you dripping all over the carpet..." Yoongi lifted his head to press his lips against her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you against this wall. Then I'm gonna fuck you on the counter. After that, I'm gonna finish this chair and you're gonna ride me on it. Is that understood?"

Victoria whimpered from the depths he was reaching with his slender fingers, but still managed to respond. "Yes—yes, sir."

-

The chair ended up being useful for more than sex. As Yoongi would mention later, it was much more comfortable than that wooden stool that hadn't been replaced since the Korean War.

That night, Victoria was getting into the lingerie that Yoongi had bought for her. He was waiting in their bed with nothing but a blanket to cover himself. When she had left him to change, he was resting there with his hands behind his head.

But when she came out, he was laying on his side facing away from her. "Baby?" she ventured, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his arm. "Yoongi..."

"Hm?" He lifted his head groggily and turned over slightly. "Not tonight, baby. I'm pretty tired from earlier."

She sat back a disappointed pout overtaking her features. "But you said—"

"I know, I know. Now go take that off and come to bed."

Victoria huffed and stomped back to the bathroom before changing into some pajamas. She couldn't believe how versatile he could be with pretty much everything. Only ten minutes ago he was almost giddy about getting to see her parade around in the black lace.

Before she could return, however, her phone began to buzz on the sink counter. It was strange for her to be receiving a call that late, but once she checked the ID, she saw that it was her mother's house. Her mother was the last person she wanted to talk to, but the wench rarely called anyway. She was about to answer when it ended abruptly.

She narrowed her brows as worry settled into her stomach. She picked up her phone and dialed the number. A boy picked up almost immediately. "Hi, mom."

"Georgie?" she asked, a bit confused. "It's Victoria, not mom—"

"Really, mom? You want Jackson to fix my bike now? But it's so hot outside." There was silence and Victoria recoiled. "Well, you're right. Sunday morning is the best time for riding."

Then it hit her. Their mother was away at her sister's for the weekend. Georgie must have been trying to trick Jackson into doing things so he'd leave him alone. "Oh, I get it."

"I should cut his hair? Bowl cuts are so out, though."

"Go easy on him, alright?" she advised with a chuckle. "You're a lot smarter than he is."

Georgie sighed on the other line. "I don't think he'll like it, but I agree that he needs a new look."

"Bye, kid." Victoria hung up, still laughing to herself as she turned off the bathroom light and went back into her room to slide into bed next to Yoongi. She wrapped one arm around his waist and pressed up against his back.

Yoongi grumbled and laced their fingers together. "Good night, love."

"Good night, my Yoongi."