My "career" as an adult entertainer began to be less and less significant as my time in South Korea went by.
I loved to work but not as much anymore.
The need to be touched, to be satisfied, by many men had been oldened and replaced with the need to be touched and satisfied by one man.
Min Yoongi
Oh how this man has changed me. And for the first time in years I felt disgusting.
There was so many eyes on me and so many hands touching me. I only wanted one man's eyes on me and one man touching me.
Min Yoongi
He had that effect on me and I found myself distracted and longing for his presence once we were apart.
Min Yoongi
Is all I could think about. I'd be satisfied once I'd make my way home. I'd find him in the same position I did every night since he started to live with me, and doing the same thing.
A creature of habit that man was.
He'd always be attentive to my arrival and immediately stop what he was doing once I walked into the living room. He'd smile he's famous gummy smile and kiss me passionately on the lips, trying to pull me close.
I'd always denied his advance, because after coming from work, I felt nasty. I wanted to rid myself of any trace of what I felt was sin. Not sin in the case of infidelity, but sin as in it being not how things should be, while being in a relationship.
He'd always pout but return to the couch and put back on those chunky black headphones and tapping rhythms on that mini piano keyboard he had, letting me go take a shower.
On occasions he'd finish early and I'd find him in his boxers on my bed, with his eyes closed, and curled up in a ball on the left side of the bed; his favorite.
I'd cuddle up next to him and he'd open his sleepy eyes and give me a slight smile. He'd kiss my forehead, grab my hand and proceed to slip into a peaceful slumber.
Or he'd be sitting at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, waiting for me to occupy his lap with my naked body.
After the first time I had sucked him off, he became a feen.
I guess not getting sucked off for years and then for it to finally happen, something in him changed.
He never demanded it but he knew that I knew just what he wanted, and I gave him just what he wanted.
I'd go until the breathy moans of my name he'd let out turned into panting.
Till the slight thrust of his hips stopped and his legs shook.
Till his hands were no longer holding my hair into a makeshift ponytail and clenching the bed sheets.
Till he let out a low groan and released in my mouth.
Next he was either finger deep or tounge deep into my pussy, sometimes both.
Learning and improving every time.
Finding all my sensitive spots, the spots that made the pleasure more pleasurable. Finding the spot.
All while using that tounge technology as I called it.
I deemed him a genius and he told me that was a bit of a hyperbole.
It was like he was a whole other person in the bed. He claimed a whole new persona the minute his hands made contact with my body.
And I guess we were the same in that sense. We both came alive when we finally caved into the sexual tension sitting between us.
Though he always wanted his high, he was never selfish, he always helped me reach mine too.
And that was all without of having sex.
I awaited patiently while being completely impatient. I wanted him badly, and it was so hard contain myself. But I did it.
He wasn't ready and I knew that and he knew that I knew that. He'd always apologize in the form of cuddles, kisses and hand holding while whispering to me "almost."
On other nights he'd still be sitting on the couch. Still with those chunky black headphones typing his fingers on the tiny piano keyboard letting out beautiful melodic rhythms.
I'd join him on the couch after my shower and sit down next to him.
He turn away from his laptop to kiss my forehead but then immediately go back to what he was doing. I was content because I knew we didn't need to speak to feel comfortable with each other.
At times he'd, out of nowhere, start talking about whatever he was doing. I didn't understand anything at first but he answered all my questions and explained the music making process to me.
I found that really sexy, he was so passionate about it and he was always so excited to talk about it with me. And on those nights we'd end up sleeping on the couch, not realizing it till the next morning.
When in the mornings and days we were either inside, enjoying each others company, or going out.
When we'd stay in he'd be working on his music and I'd be online shopping. When we weren't doing that, we'd be watching movies, talking, or he would show off his cooking skills by making me food and desserts.
I also introduced him to Nova because she had been dying to "meet" him.
They blended well and he even answered all her pressing questions.
"You broke her," she exclaimed when he stated that we haven't had sex yet, after answering her question about it. "God this girl couldn't go a day without fucking. You've done it, I'm proud."
I rolled my eyes as I was translating back and forth.
After I introduced him to Nova, he told me he wanted to learn Spanish because "Luna-ah Spanish is so sexy and sophisticated. Plus I want to be able to communicate to you in your native tounge, so you don't always have to do the work."
And so the Spanish lessons began. He surprisingly picked up the basics pretty quick.
And when we would go out, we shopped to restock the fridge or took day road trips with him acting as my personal tour guide.
We'd also ate out sometimes or meet up with friends I made, and he introduced me to a couple of his friends.
He also had a couple of rap competitions that he took me too, to show me a little more about unground rap. And he won every single one of the rap battles he took on, always dedicating his win to me saying "she brought me hope."
Things were going great, and we were attached by the hip. The fantastic days we had turned into fantastic weeks and then into a fantastic month. And before I knew it, it was August. And we had been dating for a little over a month already.
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