"Yoongi" you warn him, feeling his fingertips dancing across your inner thigh. His fingers slowly inching higher and higher, making your breath hitch.
"Yes, babygirl?" he looks at you, innocence in his eyes yet you notice the smirk on his lips - the corner of his mouth curving upwards and his head tilting to the side, teasing you. An outsider would think that he's staring at you out of endearment, but you know that his gaze is secretly lustful.
"Stop. We're in public" you whisper-shout, scolding him for his intentions. You tell him to stop, but the growing wet patch between your legs urges him to continue. Now, you're caught in the dilemma of wanting him to stop but needing him to continue.
"That hasn't stopped us before" he states, raising his eyebrow at you. You're wrapped around his little finger, his words affect you in a way that you fail to understand. You shiver, glancing at the way his hand disappears under the cotton tablecloth - it's thrilling.
He continues, "Plus, I don't think you want me to stop". You feel the way his lips gently brush against your ear, a breathy moan escapes your lips in response. He chuckles, his fingers now playing with the hem of your underwear, waiting for the perfect moment to slip inside. His fingers inch their way inside, grazing against your sensitive clit as he makes his way to your entrance. Everything about what you're doing is wrong, but you can't bring yourself to stop him.
One finger is pushed inside you before he calls over the waiter, your heart beating faster and faster as he approaches. "Bill, please" he speaks calmly, yet his finger is gliding in and out of your core unbeknownst to the staff.
Another slides inside, your walls instantly clenching around him. You feel ashamed, just moments away from reaching your high in the restaurant, surrounded by people. "I need to cum" you whisper, legs now wiggling under the table out of frustration.
"Who said you would be getting your own way?" he questions seriously, his smirk now no where to be seen yet he continues at a fast pace. Your eyes widen, knowing you wont be able to stop yourself. "You were being a brat to oppa last night, remember?"
You swallow loudly, remembering your disobedient antics from the previous night. You were proud at the time, biting your lip and provoking your boyfriend into punishing you harder than he ever had before - now, all you feel is regret. Slowly, his hands pull away from you. You whine, instantly reacting to the feeling of emptiness.
"Not fair" you pout, crossing your arms just like a toddler. He shakes his head at your behavior yet secretly thinks you look adorable - but he would never tell you that.
"You disobey oppa, you get teased. You know the rules babygirl, don't get huffy" he tuts, putting on his jacket. You curse to yourself, hating how he could overpower you like this. Why did you have to give in to him so easily?
Tension fills the air on the journey home and you refuse to look at him. You gaze out the window silently deciding that tonight was going to be the night you stood up for yourself, no longer allowing Yoongi to be the dominant one.
Tonight, you would make him beg.
