Yoongi

*Once again, you had won the game. But this time, he wasn’t about to let you win. He moved behind you, his grip firm as he bent you down over the table, your body trapped beneath his control. The sharp click of his belt unbuckling cut through the silence. “This round’s mine, princess…” he whispered darkly, his smirk pressing against your skin as his teeth caught your ear in a teasing bite.*