Void - Part 11 - Thursday
itle banner by @rude–jude♡
Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut
Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)
Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.
Word Count: 6.2k
Part 11 /?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Warnings: explicit sexual activity, threesome (sort of), slut shaming, under-negotiated kink goes awry, this is at least 50% smut
“Gravity powering on in 3… 2… 1…” Namjoon’s voice wakes you on Thursday morning in your sleep pod. As the weight returns to your feet, the weight of the past few days returns to your mind. While your evening with Taehyung last night had been a welcome distraction, in the light of day, you feel a lot of your choices lately beginning to catch up to you: Namjoon’s chastising email about public spaces, Jimin’s jealousy and refusal to stick to the rules you’ve attempted to hold to, Jungkook’s disappointment at your unfinished date…
But the worst is the look in Hoseok’s eyes as he caught you with Jungkook’s head between your legs on the counter of your shared lab. And his refusal to talk to you afterward even as you begged outside his door. You still haven’t seen him since that moment, having spent all yesterday in the greenhouse. But you are all out of greenhouse chores today and are going to have to face up to him soon.
A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. For a moment, your heart hopes that it’s Hoseok. But it’s Jimin’s voice that calls your name. Oh right. It’s Thursday. Thursdays belong to Jimin.
“Good morning, Jimin,” you groan as you open the door. He’s standing in the hallway with two cups of coffee in his hand. You grimace. While you appreciate the thoughtfulness, Jimin has yet to make you a cup of coffee in the way you actually prefer. He always makes it too sweet. “How can I help you?” you ask.
“It’s Thursday!” he announces cheerfully, pressing the coffee into your hands as he presses his way into your sleep pod. “Perhaps I should be asking how I can help you?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
For the first time in a long time though, you are genuinely not in the mood for him.
“Ah, Jimin…” you sigh, “I’m really not sure I have it in me this morning.”
“Taehyung tired you out that much?” He smirks. “I had been hoping you’d come find me last night.” The echo of his “I’m gonna fuck every one of them out of you” plays in your mind and you sip your coffee to give yourself a second to think.
To your surprise, the coffee isn’t too sweet this time. It’s just right.
“This coffee is better,” you say, eager to dodge the question about Taehyung. “Why is the coffee better?”
Jimin shuffles his feet a little sheepishly. “I asked Yoongi how you liked it.”
“Oh.” You frown down at your cup. Yoongi really did always know what you like.
“Why didn’t you tell me I was making it wrong?” he asks.
“I dunno…” You avoid his gaze and shrug. “Seemed ungrateful.”
“But how am I supposed to give you what you want if you never actually tell me what that is?” Suddenly this conversation seems to be about more than just coffee.
You are so tired today, you can’t help yawning. “I’m sorry, Jimin. I’m doing my best.”
“Taehyung kept you up late?” He asks again, but this time there’s no smirk. His expression is actually much more hurt and vulnerable.
“Taehyung was a perfect gentleman.” You reply defensively.
“I see.” Jimin frowns. “More perfect than me.”
“Ugh, Jimin…” you wave your arms in exasperation. “I can’t actually have sex with you and another man every single day. I don’t have the stamina.” As if to prove your point, your body chooses this moment to cripple you with a huge yawn. “I’m so tired.”
Jimin sighs, running a hand over his face. “Okay, okay. You enjoy the coffee. I’ll find you later.”
You nod and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before he leaves.
_______
Jin, Jungkook, and Hoseok are at the breakfast table when you finally get enough caffeine in your system to leave your sleep pod. You contemplate fleeing, but maybe finding all of them together is better than alone. Maybe this way any contentious conversations will have to wait a little longer.
Hoseok notices you first, but doesn’t say anything, just frowns and returns to his breakfast of rice porridge. Jungkook gives you a tight-lipped half smile. Jin, god bless him, gives an enthusiastic smile and wave, the only man who seems actually happy to see you this morning. But no one leaps up to get you breakfast today. The only sounds are the scraping of spoons against bowls as you shuffle over to get yourself some cold cereal.
The silent tension is soon too much for Jin. “Man, I would kill for a breakfast sandwich,” he says. You, Jungkook, and Hoseok all give him a half-hearted chuckle. “I really think a good breakfast sandwich is like the peak achievement of human civilization,” he continues. “An egg sandwich with ham and cheese? You have to domesticate like three different animals for that.”
You are very grateful for his attempts to break the silence, even if you have heard Jin’s breakfast sandwich rant before. “I will definitely buy you a breakfast sandwich when we get back home,” you say as you sit down next to him and pat his hand affectionately with yours.
“And the toasted ones they make in Seoul, with the cabbage and carrots - if you count the wheat, that’s like three more domesticated plants…” Jin continues before Jungkook cuts in.
“So you’re still going to be together when we get back home?” Jungkook asks, watching where your hand rests on top of Jin’s.
Hoseok looks up too and now all three of the men in the room are staring at you.
“Uh… umm…” you stammer, glancing between them. “Well, it’s hard to say, we’ve only been on one date.” You attempt to dodge the question with what you think is a playful tease.
“So you’re dating Jin?” Jungkook’s hand clenches more tightly around his spoon. “And Taehyung?”
“Uh…” you let go of Jin’s hand. “I guess… if you want to call it that.”
Jungkook slams his clenched fist and spoon down on the table. “Why will you date them and not me?”
“Hey, hey,” Jin laughs nervously. “I’m not really sure Monday counts as a date anyways…”
Hoseok scoffs. “Wasn’t that a date happening in my lab?” he asks.
“Stay out of this, both of you!” Jungkook snaps.
“You stay out of it!” Hoseok retorts, standing up. “Why are you bringing this up at breakfast?”
Jungkook leaps to his feet as well, but you stand up and place yourself between them. “Really, Jungkook… this isn’t an appropriate time to talk about this,” you chastise.
“Oh yeah,” Jungkook arches an eyebrow, chest heaving in agitation. “And when would be a convenient time for that conversation? Next Tuesday? After you’ve fucked him too?” He gestures at Hoseok and Hoseok flinches.
“Get out!” You yell at Jungkook, pushing at his chest. “Get out until you’ve calmed down.”
“I’m not a child!” Jungkook bellows back. “I’m a man! A man who’s in love with you and you don’t give a fuck!”
“You’re not in love with me!” You shout, horrified that he is continuing to do this here in front of both Hoseok and Jin. “You don’t care about me! You didn’t choose me!” If he did care, he wouldn’t be doing this to you right now. “I’m just the only available vagina and you got tired of jerking off!”
“You don’t care about me!” Jungkook yells back. “All you care about is collecting seven different cocks!”
“Get out!!” You yell, on the verge of tears. “Get out, get out, get out!”
Jin stands up as well, moving to stand next to you.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’m leaving…” Jungkook puts his hands up in defeat, muttering to himself as he cleans up his breakfast dishes and throwing them into the sink with a loud clang before storming out of the kitchen.
You collapse into a chair, fighting hard with your breathing to keep from crying.
Hoseok sighs, crossing his arms and turning to go.
“Wait, Hoseok, please don’t go,” you plead. He pauses, back still to you. “I… I need a friend,” you say softly.
He turns back toward you, but his arms stay crossed. “Look, I’m sorry you’re having a hard time with whatever that was…” He gestures in the direction that Jungkook left in. “But we’re not friends. I don’t feel like I know you at all anymore.”
That, more than anything else this morning, makes tears well in your eyes. “No, Hoseok, please, I’m still the same person.”
He just shakes his head. “You used to care about this mission. You used to care about us.”
“I do care…” You stand up and come closer to him. “I do care about you.” But the moment you reach for him, he pulls away.
“Then why did you do that in the lab?!” His voice cracks, so much hurt and betrayal packed into one sentence.
“I…” But you don’t have an answer. “I don’t know.” You collapse back down into your chair.
“I can’t trust your judgement anymore.” Hoseok says, squaring his shoulders. “Stay out of my lab.”
He turns and leaves the room as you lose all composure and collapse onto the table in sobs. Everything is fucked. Everything is fucked and it’s all your fault.
A hand touches your shoulder and you flinch.
“It’s just me.” Jin says, running his large warm hand over your shoulder. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” He rubs your back as your sobbing abates.
“I… I really don’t see how,” you sniffle, picking your head up off your arms and wiping your face with a napkin that Jin hands you.
“Well, someday we’ll be back on Earth,” he says, with a small sympathetic half smile half frown. “And I’ll buy you a breakfast sandwich.”
______
The list of things that you can do in the greenhouse is dwindling. When Jimin’s finds you around lunch time, you’re in the process of re-inventorying your seed stores, checking each container for signs of mold or water damage.
“Whatcha doing?” he asks, bumping you with his hip as he sidles up next to you.
“Nothing important,” you mutter, jotting down another 100 tally mark before you lose your place. You have well over 2000 tomato seeds in your stores now.
“Taehyung was in a great mood today.” Jimin says.
“Yeah?” You half-heartedly reply, dumping out another package onto your seed-counting tray.
“Perhaps he wasn’t such a perfect gentleman, after all?” Jimin bumps you again, causing a row of ten seeds you just lined up to scatter.
You huff. “Nothing happened, Jimin.”
“What do you mean ‘nothing happened’?” Jimin asks, confused. “Hasn’t he been in love with you for months?”
Shit. Are you going to disappoint yet another crew member if you don’t maintain the lie that you and Tae are sleeping together?
“Oh, well, yeah, I guess some stuff happened. I just thought you wouldn’t want to hear about it.” You shrug, attempting to resume your counting and ignore this line of inquiry.
“No, I want to know!” Jimin says, wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing just below your ear. “Tell me what happened…”
The warmth of him wrapped around you is a comfort after the morning you’ve had. You sigh and lean back against him. “Well, it was really nice actually. He set up this whole beautiful date for us. He decorated the rover with the landing lights, so it was all sparkly.”
“Mmm…” Jimin groans, rubbing against you as he kisses your neck. “And then what happened?”
“He had some bubbly apple juice and real champagne glasses. It was pretty magical.”
Jimin laughs. “Only Tae could do something like that. Where’d he get champagne glasses from?”
“He said he brought them from Earth.”
“See?” Jimin spins you around to face him. “I told you he was in love with you.”
You roll your eyes and fight the urge to say ‘no, he’s in love with you, you doofus.’
“I don’t know about that,” you say. “But it was really a very lovely evening.”
“And so?” Jimin lets the question hang for a minute as you raise an eyebrow. “Did you hook up with him?”
“Umm,” you bite your lip. “Yeah…”
“In the rover?”
You nod.
“You dirty girl,” Jimin grins. “Tell me more.”
“You don’t want to know the details, do you?” You squirm back around to face your seed trays.
“Actually, I really do.” He pulls you back against him again and presses his hips against your ass. “It kind of turns me on.”
“Umm, well, I, uh, climbed under the table and sucked him off.” You would be lying to say that hadn’t occurred to you as something to do last night, if Taehyung had actually been interested in you.
“That’s my girl. Tell me more.” You can feel Jimin’s erection grinding against you.
“Umm… he uhh…” You struggle for any further details as Jimin begins kissing you again. “He held his hands in my hair.”
Jimin runs his hand through your hair. “Where did he come?”
“On my chest,” you lie.
“Fuck,” Jimin starts unzipping his jumpsuit. “You turn me on so much.” He pulls you away from your seeds and toward the rows of plants. “Come on, come suck me off.”
“No, Jimin…” you pull your hands away from him. “This is the greenhouse.”
“Oh, come on. Since when do you care?”
“We-we have to be more professional…”
“I think that ship sailed a while ago.” He keeps pulling you in the direction of the stacks. Hoseok’s “you used to care about this mission” plays in your head.
“No! Jimin!” You yank your hand out of his. “I’m not going to do this right now!”
He pauses, frowning. “But it’s Thursday. It’s my only day.”
“That didn’t stop you from fucking me on Tuesday. I am not in the mood today!”
He crosses his arms. “You were in the mood to blow Yoongi in the greenhouse. You told me about that. What is it about him that makes you forget all the rules?”
“Ugh,” you groan. “This isn’t about Yoongi.” You turn back to your work.
“Yeah, we’ll see,” he says. And when you look up again, he’s gone.
______
You spend the rest of the day counting seeds and listening to your Sounds of Earth playlist, trying and failing to stop replaying the conversation from breakfast over and over again. You feel bad for the way you yelled at Jungkook and worse for your betrayal of Hoseok. And now with Jimin upset too, you’re really struggling to see in what way anything about your plan has worked out so far.
You’re contemplating the odds that you could sneak into the kitchen and back to your sleep pod without seeing anyone when Jimin’s voice comes over the intercom.
Chief Botanist to the workshop please. Chief Botanist to the workshop.
The workshop? Yoongi’s workshop? Your heart rate speeds up instinctively. Why does Jimin want you to meet him there? You throw down your equipment for the day and brush off your hands.
You manage to sneak unseen through the hallway to the workshop and find Jimin there, leaning against Yoongi’s workbench.
The workbench you filmed yourself masturbating on. The workbench you begged Yoongi to fuck you over. It is suspiciously clean and clear of any projects.
You look around for the flight engineer warily, but Jimin seems to be the only person here.
“Um, why did you want me to come here?” you ask.
“Well, I want you to come everywhere,” Jimin answers cheekily. “But this is where you and Yoongi filmed the video, isn’t it?
“Yes…” you answer slowly, bouncing on your toes and still expecting Yoongi to appear from somewhere. “Right there.” You gesture in the direction of him and the workbench.
“Here?” he asks, arching an eyebrow as he pats the bench suggestively.
You swallow. “Yeah, on the bench.”
He chuckles low. “Would you show me?”
You glance at the door. “But what if Yoongi comes back?”
As if on cue, the doors open and your dark haired flight engineer strolls casually into the room. He looks between the two of you, not particularly surprised to see either of you.
“I actually asked Yoongi to join us this evening.” Jimin says.
“Join us?” Your palms start sweating at the very idea. “Join us for what?”
“Well, not for tea.” Yoongi laughs, leaning against a shelf behind him, looking much too relaxed for your comfort.
Jimin climbs up onto the workbench, trying to mirror Yoongi’s relaxed stance. “I want to know what he does that you like so much.”
“It’s not about him!” You again try to argue.
“Oh really?” Yoongi arches an eyebrow. “ The last time you were here you were begging me to fuck you over that workbench.”
Jimin glances down startled and hops off the workbench. “I would like to believe it’s not about him,” he says, walking toward you. “But I’m still feeling quite out of the loop for never having gotten to see this video that apparently everyone else did. I think I’m missing an important piece of the puzzle here. I was hoping the two of you might enlighten me.”
“And you’re fine with that?” you ask Yoongi.
Yoongi nods. “If you are.” Then he smirks. “Seems like our mission specialist could use some pointers.”
Ah, now you see how Yoongi got talked into this. Competitiveness and the chance to prove that he’s the one who really understands you.
“This is a bad idea,” you answer, shaking your head.
“Probably.” Jimin and Yoongi say in unison, then smirk at each other.
“What are the ground rules?” Your hands are trembling and you’re not sure if it’s nerves or excitement.
“Only I get to touch you.” Jimin says. “It is Thursday after all.”
“I don’t need to touch her.” Yoongi replies, so damn smug. “She likes being told what to do.”
Oh fuck, you’re in trouble. The way the two of them look at you, it’s hard to think clearly.
“Okay,” you whisper breathlessly. “Let’s do it.”
“Excellent!” Jimin claps his hands together. “How did it start?”
“Well, I already took the liberty of blocking the camera.” Yoongi replies. “So then I think it began with a blindfold.” He looks at you questioningly. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah…” you nod. You would like to shut out the rest of the world for a moment.
Yoongi picks up a familiar cloth and some tape and begins walking toward you. Your heart races.
“I can do it.” Jimin cuts in, grabbing the items for Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi hands them over to him and you feel a pang of disappointment.
Jimin runs over to you, brushing up against you as he wraps the blindfold over your eyes. You let out a sigh at the comforting darkness.
“And then I told her to take her clothes off.” Yoongi says from behind you. “And she did.”
You move to pull down your zipper, but Jimin’s hand is already there, startling you. For a moment, you are nervous again. This is a bad idea.
“That’s a good girl.” Yoongi’s voice calls to you and you let Jimin help you out of your clothes.
“Then she got up on the workbench and spread her legs.”
You pause for a second, having been spun around in the clothing removal process and not totally sure where the workbench is.
“Jimin, help her find the bench.” It’s Yoongi’s voice, but Jimin’s hands that guide you to the workbench. Jimin picks up you around the waist to lift you onto the workbench. “Good girl,” Jimin murmurs, mimicking Yoongi. “Let us see you.”
“I don’t know…” you rub your legs together, still nervous.
“You can do it.” Yoongi prompts. “Don’t you remember? You’re the sexiest fucking thing in the whole universe.” You gasp, he chuckles, and you find the courage to spread your legs apart, pushing yourself back onto the bench and placing your feet at the edge.
Jimin gives out a low whistle.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Yoongi asks and you feel your face heat up.
“Fucking perfect.” Jimin agrees and your core clenches in response. Both men groan and your head gets a little fuzzier.
“Now touch yourself,” Yoongi commands.
“How should I touch myself?” you tease. You hear Jimin’s zipper begin sliding down next to you.
“Hold on there, Jimin.” Yoongi chastens. “Give her a minute.”
“I just need some room to breathe…” Jimin replies. “Goddamn.”
“Take your fingers, suck on them.” Yoongi’s voice is back to you. You obey, running your tongue over two fingers before placing them in your mouth and sucking lightly. You hear Jimin take a sharp inhale of breath. “Now touch your nipples.” Yoongi commands.
You run your fingers down your neck and swirl your fingers around your nipple as Jimin groans out loud.
“How can you stand not touching her?” he asks, running a hand up your leg and making you shiver.
“Have patience, mission specialist.” Yoongi replies. “Just watch.”
There is something deeply intoxicating about them talking about you without involving you directly. Like you are both here and not here at the same time.
“Please…” you sigh.
“Please what?” Yoongi asks and it sounds like he’s come closer to you.
“Keep going.” You swirl your fingers around your nipple again and shudder.
“Good girl.” You can hear the grin in Yoongi’s voice. “Touch your clit.” You do as he says, groaning as you bring your hand down to your most sensitive part. “Very good.”
“Do you wish it was my fingers right now instead of yours?” Yoongi asks, a direct imitation of the original video. He must have watched it a lot before it finally got deleted.
“Yes…” you moan.
“What about Jimin?” Yoongi asks and you hear Jimin shuffle off what you assume is his jumpsuit. “We did this to make a video for him. You did like his video, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” You pause, wondering what Jimin is thinking right now. But you don’t have to wonder for long.
“What did you like about it?” Jimin whispers, leaning in so close you can feel the warmth of him.
Your insides squirm with embarrassment.
“Go on,” Yoongi encourages. “Tell him what you liked.”
“I liked your abs.” You circle your clit to distract from the things you are saying. “I like your cock.”
“That’s a good girl.” Jimin leans in and kisses your cheek. “Keep going.”
“I think at this point, I started asking her whose dicks she wanted to suck.” Yoongi says. You groan, speeding up the circles of your hand.
“Oh yeah?” Jimin asks and you can hear how breathless he is. “And whose dicks did you want to suck?
You tilt your head back and gasp. “Everyone’s.”
“And why’s that?” Yoongi prompts.
You bite your lip.
“You can do it,” Yoongi encourages. “Tell Jimin what you are.”
“I’m a slut.” Your core clenches again and you hear Jimin groan.
“That’s my girl.” Yoongi says and you have to pull your hand off of yourself or else you are definitely going to come.
“Can someone please fuck me now?” you gasp, panting.
“I second that.” Jimin groans.
“Alright, Mr. Mission Specialist in Charge of Drilling…” Yoongi teases. “Let’s see what you got.”
“Finally,” Jimin groans. “Come here.” He grabs your waist and slides you to the edge of the bench. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please fuck me Jimin.”
“Tell me again what you are.”
“I’m a slut. A dirty desperate slut.”
“Yes, you are.” He grabs your hips possessively as he sheathes himself inside you. “And you’re all mine.”
Yoongi scoffs. “She’s such a good little slut for her whole crew. Isn’t that right? Tell Jimin how much you like me watching right now.”
Jimin picks up his pace and it’s all you can do to pant out “I like it. I love it.”
“Such a good girl,” Jimin continues. “My little slut. Tell me again.”
There’s nothing but darkness beneath the blindfold. Nothing but darkness and the voices of the two men pulling you further and further away from yourself with every command, every thrust inside you.
“I’m a slut,” you cry. “It’s all I’m good for. Please. Please fuck me harder. Tell me it’s all I’m good for.” There are tears in your eyes and you’re not sure if they’re from pleasure or pain.
“It’s all you’re good for,” Jimin answers. “Just a dumb whore who belongs to whoever’s inside her.” He presses down on your hand on top of your clitoris as he thrusts into you again and it sends you flying over the edge of your orgasm, whole body clenching over and over as you gasp in pleasure.
Jimin’s reaching his end too, grabbing your hips more firmly. You spill into overstimulation and try to squirm away, but he holds you tightly. “Take it. Take it slut.”
“Ah, Jimin, wait…” you gasp, trying a bit harder to push him off of you.
“Hey, Jimin, hang on…” Yoongi’s voice is much closer now.
“Shut up!” Jimin barks and you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or Yoongi. “Just take it you filthy fucking whore,” he spits as he finally comes, spilling himself into you.
“Oh shit,” Yoongi says, pushing your blindfold up off your eyes. “Are you okay?”
Blinking into the lights of the workshop, you are suddenly drowning in how much you are not okay. More tears are building in your eyes, blinding you to the expressions of either man.
“She’s okay, right?” Jimin says, panting. “That’s what she wanted.”
“No…” you begin shaking your head. “No, no, no…”
“Wait, what’s happening?” Jimin asks.
“No, that’s not what I wanted!” Violent sobs wrack your body. “This is not who I am! None of this is how it’s supposed to be.”
“Oh god,” Jimin’s voice is shaky. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t understand. I didn’t know.” He’s backing away, seeming to grow paler in complexion as he goes.
“Jimin, get back here,” Yoongi barks. “Where are you going?”
You continue sobbing on the bench, knees drawn up to your chin. “I’m not a whore. I’m not. None of this is right.”
“Oh god, I can’t do this.” Jimin’s whole body is trembling. “I’m sorry.” And he turns and runs from the workshop.
“Jimin!” Yoongi yells. “You can’t just leave!!” He moves to follow Jimin and your entire body screams out in pain at the idea of him leaving you right now.
“Yoongi, no, don’t go.” You try to get down off the workbench but stumble and fall to the ground, shaking. “Don’t leave me.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” Yoongi murmurs, rushing back to you. “No, I’m not leaving. I won’t leave you. I’m so sorry.”
You are too lost in your own self-loathing to even hear him. Jungkook shouting about all you wanted was seven cocks. Hoseok telling you you aren’t the same person you once were. It’s all too much. “I’m not… I’m not…” you cry, shivering on the ground.
Something warm wraps around you. It’s Yoongi. “Shh…” he soothes. “‘You’re okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He drapes your jumpsuit over your shoulder and rubs his hands up and down your arms.
“What’s wrong with me?” Your head is fuzzy and you’re so cold.
“Nothing’s wrong with you.” Yoongi kisses the top of your head.
“But why do I feel like this?” You curl your legs up, making yourself into a ball in Yoongi’s arms.
“I think it might be sub-drop. Things got too intense too fast.” He tightens his arms around you. “God, you’re shivering.”
“H-how do I make it go away?”
He looks around the workbench, frowning. “Do you want me to take you back to your sleep pod?”
“No, no, please. I don’t want to be alone.”
He nods. “Okay, okay, I have an idea.” He moves to get up.
“No…” you grasp his shirt tighter. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’m coming right back, I promise.” You loosen your grip on him just enough for him to wiggle out of your grasp.
You close your eyes to rest for a minute and are startled by a loud thump right next to you. Yoongi has thrown down a huge piece of foam and kevlar onto the floor beside you.
“Umm… what is that?” you ask.
“Uh,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s a piece of replacement insulation that I pulled out of storage. I use it to take naps sometimes.”
“Uhh…” you eye it warily.
“It’s really comfortable, I promise.” He pulls a metallic space blanket out of a nearby drawer. “Can I show you?”
You nod. He kneels down next to you and slides his arms underneath you, lifting you up and carrying you over to the makeshift bed. “I think you just need some rest,” He says as he gingerly sets you down and begins tucking the blanket around you.
You’re still shivering though. “Yoongi, I’m so cold. Please…”
He bites his lip nervously. “Some skin-to-skin contact might help. But maybe that’s the last thing you want right now…”
“No, please, that’s what I want.”
He nods, then stands up, unzipping his jumpsuit but leaving his underwear on. “I swear, I’m not gonna try anything, it’s just for the warmth.”
You nod, pulling back the blanket for him. He slides in next to you, wrapping you into his arms again.
You let out a deep sigh. He’s so warm. His bare skin is so warm and he smells so good. “Thank you,” you whisper. Your eyelids begin to droop as you snuggle in closer to him.
He nods, nuzzling his face into your hair and giving you another small kiss on the top of your head. “You just rest now, okay?”
You nod, again, already fading out. You think you hear him whisper one last “I’m sorry,” into your hair before you fall asleep.
________
Your head is resting on Yoongi’s bare chest when you wake up in the morning. Your head bobs up and down with his breath, his arms still wrapped around you. His hands are warm. One hand rests on your shoulder and the other is closed over your hand resting on his chest. He spent all night holding your hand. Your bare legs entangle with his beneath the blanket he draped over you yesterday. You’re entirely naked and he’s in only his underwear.
The rhythm of his breath pauses for a moment as you begin to move. But as you snuggle in toward him, kissing his chest, it resumes its steady pattern. His hand on your shoulder twirls soft spirals across your skin with his delicate and deliberate fingers.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
A huge grin spreads across your face as you press your cheek against his chest, positively giddy. Sleeping on an actual horizontal surface, wrapped in Yoongi’s arms, it’s the best rest you’ve had in years. “Amazing,” you answer.
“Glad to hear it.” You feel him smile against the top of your head. His hand begins moving up and down your back and you arch against it, like a cat longing for affection.
You’re a bit afraid to look at him, unsure what to say and unwilling to jeopardize the mood. But he places a finger under your chin and tips your head up to meet his eyes.
His face is still a bit puffy from sleep, but his eyes are wide awake and intent, dark and focused entirely on you. His long dark hair hangs into his eyes and he shakes his head slightly to get it out of his face.
Holy shit, you are so aroused. You had no idea you could be this aroused from some hand-holding and a back rub. Your core throbs where your leg is wrapped around his thigh. He must feel how wet you are against him, but his hand doesn’t change pace as he moves up and down your back. The hand entangled with yours begins playing with your fingers and running over your knuckles. He’s exploring you, savoring you.
“So…” you say, licking your lips and fighting the urge to squeeze his thigh more firmly between your legs.
“So…” he repeats, watching you.
“So it’s Friday…” Your voice comes out all breathless.
Everything moves so slowly. His eyes scan your face as he moves his hand from his chest to your chin.
“And what do you want to do with your Friday?” he asks.
“You once said that if you could have touched me, you would have kissed me.” He doesn’t answer, but his eyes get ever so slightly darker. “And you can touch me now.”
Slow as molasses, he leans in to you, tilting your head back as his lips meet yours. Like warm honey, he pours himself into you. Warmth radiates from his lips to your mouth and down your throat where his hand still rests. His hand spans from his fingertips along your jaw to his thumb between your breasts.
Your lower lip quivers as he sucks it into his mouth. He’s so gentle and soft and you can’t really believe that it’s like this. You sigh contentedly against his lips. As his tongue enters your mouth, you can’t help squeezing your legs around his thigh.
He groans, slotting his own leg up between your core and now things are going a bit too slow for your liking. You want to beg him to hurry the fuck up, but you settle for rocking your hips against his thigh instead.
He gasps and finds a hold on your hip, stopping you. “Don’t rush me, woman.”
You whine and rock your hips again.
“Now, now, none of that…” He rolls you onto your back, pinning you beneath him, slotting his leg even more firmly between yours. The weight of him on you makes you quiver again. He hasn’t stopped kissing you, continuing to savor you ever so slowly.
“Min Yoongi,” you gasp when he finally gives you a chance to breathe. “If you do not fuck me right now, I will throw you out of the airlock.”
“Oh shit,” he stops and sits up slightly. “I forgot Namjoon needed me to unclog a toilet this morning.” He smirks and acts like he’s about to get up.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” You grab him around the neck and drag him back down on top of you. Your legs lock around his waist as his cock presses against your cunt in a way that makes you positively mad, only the thin cloth of his underwear stopping you from what you want. “Get inside me this instant.”
He chuckles, rocking his hips so his cock rubs against your slit and clit. “Ask nicely,” he teases.
You groan with frustration and roll him over, climbing on top of him and straddling him. “God, I hate you,” you mutter as you wiggle down to pull off his underwear.
He laughs, folding his arms behind his head. “No you don’t.”
You climb back up and kiss him again, laughing too. “No, I don’t.”
You reach down to try to put him inside you, but he stops you, sliding his fingers inside you instead. You gasp.
He smirks. “I’m either gonna hear you beg or I’m gonna hear you come before I fuck you.”
“Ugh, you’re the worst.”
“I’m the best.” So fucking smug. All it takes is one long kiss pairing with those long fingers and you’re tipping over the edge.
“That’s my girl,” he sighs as he finally eases himself into you.
He keeps going with his same slow pace and doesn’t stop kissing you. He only breaks free from your kiss as he comes, sighing softly against your forehead.
You can’t stop grinning as you curl into his chest again, sighing contentedly. Only then do you realize something important.
“Shit, Yoongi…”
He looks up at you confused.
“No one turned the gravity off.”
He looks around for a minute. “Oh shit, yeah… they must have left it on for us.”
You both laugh. “Well, there’s definitely no keeping it a secret this time.”
