BTS smut book (Hyung Line edition)

Broken curfew (Myg) {BDSM/smut}

"You are to be home by nine p.m. No later or sooner, if you are home any later, I will turn your ass black and blue."

Yoongi's words rang through your ears as you nearly sped down the road, honking at any car in your way as see began to form across your forehead and you grew short of breath. It was currently 9:20 and you knew you were going to be in so much trouble when you got home.

Yoongi was extremely possessive, but you absolutely loved it. You loved the thrill of being given permission to do certain things or getting praised when you do something right. You loved being told what guys you can and can't be around, and Yoongi was the perfect partner to give that to you. He always had such a hard time finding such a submissive and beautiful girl, until you came along. You were a perfect couple, outside and inside of the house.

But you have never missed curfew. Ever. And you felt a tinge of fear bubble up in your stomach when you finally pulled into your driveway only to find Yoongi standing on the porch, waiting. Arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping against the wood with a scowl turning his handsome face into something deadly. You gulped down what saliva you could, your mouth becoming dry as your shaky hands took the key out of the ignition and opened the car door.

You hopped out of the vehicle and locked it behind yourself, shuffling towards the porch with a shy smile on your face.

"Y-Yoongi-"

"Do you take my rules as a joke?" You flinched at his tone and looked down at your hands, fumbling with the keys as you mustered up the courage to speak.

"No, not at all. I was just-"

"I'm sure you love your job, huh? I bet boys flirt with you all the time, don't they you little slut?"

"What-" your sentence was cut off abruptly when he grabbed you by the wrists and dragged you inside, slamming and locking the front door behind himself before looking up at you with anger in his eyes.

"What was the curfew?" He asked. You watched his hands as they began unbuckling his belt and sliding them from the loop, the sleek leather looking like a weapon in his hands.

"Nine p.m.."

"And what time is it now?" You gulped. The fear you had felt in your tummy had completely subsided and was replaced with a warmth that you could only describe as lust. You wanted Yoongi to tease you, to touch you, to overstimulate you after denying you of your orgasm. You wanted him to mark your body with bruises just so everyone knew who you belonged to, then you wanted him to pound into you so hard you couldn't walk the next morning. And afterwards, he'll bathe you and tell you how good you are, how he loved seeing you a mess before him while kissing your hair and letting you fall asleep in his arms.

You wanted it so bad, you didn't bother to answer him.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval and raised his belt, colliding it with your bare thigh and watching as you yelped and tugged at the beginning of your dress, hot tears stinging your eyes.

"When I ask a question-" he said "-I expect an answer."

"Now be a good girl, and tell me what time it is."

You hesitantly looked down at your watch, wrist and voice shaking as you spoke.

"N-nine thirty, sir." Oh how Yoongi loved that. How he loved watching you quiver before him, barely able to speak from the fear you had bubbling inside you.

"Good girl. Now, bend over." He grabbed you by the back of the neck, forcing the upper half of your body over the back of the couch and kicked your legs open slightly. He flipped your dress up over your ass and let out a sigh, grabbing the elastic on your lace panties and letting you flinched as he snapped it against your skin.