Seven || MYG (M)
• pairing: Yoongi x reader
• rating: MA/Explicit/18+
• type/genre: one shot || smut, fluff, idol!au, established relationship
• word count: 5k
• summary: Yoongi hasn’t been home as much lately because he’s been splitting long hours between his studio and Big Hit, so one night when he’s home early, instead of the usual after-dinner routine of Netflix in bed, he suggests something different.
• contains: explicit language, explicit sexual content, gratuitous smut, marathon sex, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, light nipple play, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, gentle sex
• note: the title is a little abstract, but if you’re really curious, I’m happy to explain it. if you like this fic, likes/replies/asks/messages are always welcome (Translations at the end.)
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Yoongi picks up his last piece of meat with his chopsticks and slides it into his mouth before leaning back in his chair with an audible sigh.
“I think this is the first time you’ve eaten dinner with me this week,” I tell him as I reach across the table to grab his plate.
“Ne,” he mumbles. “So much take out.”
He’s been spending so much time working, I’ve barely seen him for more than a few minutes late at night or early in the morning. Not that I’m complaining. I know how important his music is. I just like to be with him, too.
“Are you going back to the Genius Lab after this?” I wince at the thread of anxiousness in my voice.
“No.” He shakes his head leaning forward. “I’m staying here.”
“Oh.” I blink. “Well, that’s…” I let out a short breath and look at him as I stand with the dishes. “I’ve missed you. That’s all.”
“Mmm.” He nods as he watches me move around the bar into the kitchen.
I’m rinsing the plates when he comes up behind me, his arms sliding around my waist.
“Yoongi, what are you doing?” I murmur, ignoring the kaleidoscope of butterflies that just burst to life in my belly.
“I missed you, too,” he rumbles softly as his lips slide over my neck.
“I’m washing dishes.”
His lips curve into a grin, and I forget to breathe.
“I know.”
His fingers slide into the edge of my tank top, and I gasp as a pleasant shiver runs up my spine.
“Oh my God.”
“Come to bed,” he coaxes gently.
“D-dishes.” My head is all muddled, making my mouth not work right.
“Tomorrow.” His head drops to my shoulder and he kisses my exposed collarbone.
“The food,” I choke, fighting my own instincts as I pull away from him. “I have to put it up. It won’t keep.”
“…shit.” He slowly lets me go, and I reach out to brace myself on the counter.
He’s never like this. I mean, we have sex, and it’s amazing, and we make out on on the couch and in bed—sometimes in the car—but not in the kitchen. This is…new. And I really like it, except I have food on the stove.
My body is screaming at me for making him stop. God, why does he have this affect on me? I never knew how horny I could be until I met him.
“It’ll only take me a minute,” I say quickly, licking my lips.
“I’ll wait in the bedroom,” he murmurs before walking away.
As soon as he’s gone, I scramble for Tupperware to store the food. There’s not a huge amount leftover, but I don’t like to waste anything. Holding two empty containers, I frown at the dishes in front of me. Usually I take time to be practical with proportion size and container capacity. But not right now. Instead, I grab the biggest one and dump everything in together. If it’s a problem, I’ll deal with it later.
With the food safely in the refrigerator and the dishes in the sink, I start for the bedroom. When I walk in, he’s lying on his back, fully clothed, in the middle of the bed with his knees at the edge of the mattress, leaving his feet dangling toward the ground.
“Did you change your mind?” Fear laces my question, and I press my lips together.
“Fuck no.” He lifts his head to look up at me. “Come here.”
I cross to the bed, where his hand is raised, and stop at the side.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper, my eyes traveling the length of him.
Damn, he is fine as hell.
“What do you want to do?” he asks softly.
“Me?” I blink. “But I thought you…”
He hooks his hand around my knee and tugs me forward. I let out a squeal of surprise and fall over him, catching myself with my hands on either side of his head.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He smirks, and I feel it in very naughty places.
“On top,” he says quietly.
It takes me a good minute to understand what he means, but when he tugs on my knee again, it’s impossible not to.
“Okay.”
“Wait.”
I freeze, staring at him as his eyes drop to my thighs.
“No panties,” he says hoarsely, his eyes meeting mine.
A sharp spasm runs through my pussy, and I swallow a moan.
“Right.”
My hands are actually trembling as I straighten and shove my sleep shorts and underwear down my legs. They drop to the ground, and I feel myself get wetter instantly.
“Now,” he demands softly, “yeogiwa.”
Tucking my hair behind my ears, I climb onto the bed and throw my leg over his hips, gasping at the rush of air against my wetness.
His hands slide up the tops of my thighs as I lower onto my shins. A moan slips out as I make contact with his jeans, his cock already hard and pushing against his fly, which is pressing right up against me.
“Yoongi,” I whimper as I rub myself against him.
I can’t help it. It feels too good.
“Up,” he grunts, “on your knees.”
But I can’t stop myself, leaning down, I put a hand in the mattress and slowly begin humping him over his clothes.
“Ssibal!” he bites out, his hands sliding around my ass. “UP!”
His fingers press into my cheeks as he lifts, and I lurch forward as I rise up on my knees.
“I’m sorry,” I hiss, my eyes fluttering shut.
One of his hands stays where it is, holding me up, while the other reaches down between us.
“Wet spot,” he mutters.
I look down to see what he’s talking about and bite my lip. The denim covering his dick is visibly darker than the fabric around it.
Somehow that only turns me on more.
“Stay up,” he commands brusquely as his eyes meet mine.
“Okay.”
I’m about to ask why when his hand on my ass moves across my thigh and slides up between my drenched lips. My back arches, and I cry out as he slides two fingers deep inside me.
“Warn a girl,” I choke, my hands at my sides clenching into fists.
“Mmm.” He hums. “Not as fun.”
His fingers stay still as his thumb starts circling my clit. His other hand slides behind his head as his eyes travel over me lazily.
“Yoongi, move,” I plead softly.
His fingers slide out halfway as his thumb finally rolls against my sensitive nub. I drop down a little as his fingers slide back in.
“Stay up,” he repeats.
“I can’t,” I gasp. “I’m sorry. My legs are weak.”
“Okay. Okay.”
He pulls out both of his fingers completely and slides them along my slit, stopping when he’s cupping me with his whole hand.
“Don’t stop,” I hiss at him.
“Shh.”
He dips one finger back in, edging one knuckle into my slippery channel before pulling out and dragging it along the edge around my outer lips. He does it again with two fingers and then drags them both over my clit, rubbing repeatedly as I sink all the way down again, whimpering softly.
“Lift up,” he whispers.
My legs are shaking terribly, but I manage to give him enough room to slide his fingers back down through my wetness to hook in my opening and slide deep inside, only this time it’s three fingers.
I gasp at the feel of them as my shaking legs fail me and I drop back down, his thumb and pinky pressing against my swollen lips, the only things separating me from his jeans. I can practically feel the heat from his erection.
My pussy is throbbing, and I know he can feel it from the way his fingers are spreading and twisting inside me.
“Are you close?” he murmurs.
I nod, afraid if I try to speak I’ll moan loud enough to wake our neighbors.
“Up again.”
I brace myself on his abs as I rise up on my knees. His fingers slip out with a wet sound, and I watch his face. His pupils are dark with arousal, and I start to look down at his bulge when suddenly he rolls my clit between two fingers, making my head fly back.
“Yoongi!”
He grunts as his fingers drive into me again. His other hand comes up to my hip, holding me steady, as he curls his body forward and begins thrusting his whole hand against me.
I start riding his fingers as he fucks me with them, dropping down as they fill me. It doesn’t take long before I’m at the edge.
“Come. Come now!”
“I can’t,” I sob. “I need–”
I don’t even finish before his other hand is buried between my legs working my clit.
My legs give out as it crashes into me. I fall over him, my hands landing next to his shoulders as his fingers remain inside me, my walls squeezing violently around them.
He leans up to kiss me, and I kiss him back instantly, going down on my elbows as my spasming fingers bury themselves in his hair. He pulls away as my orgasm fades, and I lift up enough for him to slip his hands out from between us and up my sides, edging my tank top up with them.
I drop down to my shins and hiss when I brush against his rough jeans.
“Too sensitive,” he murmurs.
“I need them off of you,” I announce, shifting back and sliding down the bed, ignoring how feverish I feel.
“What are you doing?”
“You made me come,” I say softly, standing at the edge of the mattress between his legs. “Now it’s your turn.”
Leaning over him, I shove his shirt up, exposing his abs. His hand slides through my hair as I lower my lips and kiss his thin happy trail from his bellybutton to the waistband of his jeans. I use my hands to undo his belt, letting out a few choice swear words when it doesn’t go as smoothly as I’d like. Finally, I shove it open and make quick work of the button and zipper.
An almost pained sound escapes his throat as I slide my fingers down the V of his fly, tracing the outline of his swollen cock. Dropping onto my knees, I move close to the edge of the mattress, tugging his pants and underwear down past his ass and partway down his thighs until everything is out in the open, his pale, hard shaft resting against his stomach, begging to be touched.
Sliding my fingers along his inner thighs, I stop just before I reach his straining dick. Framing it with my hands, I lean in and blow a cool stream of air over it and his balls. His hips jerk at the same time his cock twitches, growing visibly more swollen. He groans, and I bite my lip as I reach out and run the end of my fingernail up the thick vein in the middle and around the edge of his engorged tip.
His ass clenches, and heat slides down my back, pooling between my legs.
He says my name like a swear word, and I lower my head, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his balls. His hands grab fistfuls of the sheets, and I lean forward, taking him in my hand and lifting him to my lips. I start sucking gently on the base, as I slide my hands up and down him.
“Ssibal!” he whines, his back arching.
Rising up on my shins, I use one hand to brace myself on the bed as I begin kissing and sucking every inch of him, finishing with a slow kiss on his angry red tip, my lips instantly slick with precum. I lick away the salty fluid before turning my head and licking down the side of him. His hand suddenly slides into my hair, and I gasp.
“More,” he grunts softly.
I nod and start licking him all over, each time starting at the bottom and finishing by lapping at his leaking slit. When it’s wet all over, I pause to catch my breath, using my thumb to spread the continuous flow of fluid around his burning head and down the length of him. Bending my neck, I nuzzle his balls again, gently teasing them with my tongue. He tenses under me, and I gently stroke the sensitive sack with my fingertips. He swears loudly, and I move both my hands to curl around his shaft and base before taking his pulsing tip in my mouth.
I lick around it first and then suck as I release him, instantly dropping down again and taking more, my fingers twisting and sliding over him. The more I fit in my mouth, the harder I suck. It isn’t long before he starts grunting, his hips thrusting up to meet my lips.
“Fuck,” he gasps, “I can’t–”
I look up to see his head digging back into the mattress, the veins in his neck popping, as his cock slides in and out between my lips.
“Shit!” he hisses at the same time his ass clenches and his hips jerk off the bed. “Hajima! I’m gonna–”
His words are cut off by a long, broken moan as he explodes in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I focusing on swallowing as each hot stream of liquid hits the back of my throat. When it finally stops, I slide off of him and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I take a second to rest my cheek against his bare thigh while I catch my breath. I can hear him panting and look up to see him push his sweaty hair off his forehead, leaving it sticking out in a sexy mess.
Sitting up again, I lean in and press a gentle kiss to his semi-hard dick, making him grunt, before tugging his jeans the rest of the way down his legs and dropping them in a heap on the ground.
“Yoongi, I don’t want to stop yet,” I tell him as I climb back onto the bed.
He blinks at me and then glances down at his legs where I just sucked him dry.
“I’m gonna need a minute,” he says roughly.
“I know that,” I mutter, sliding my leg over his hips again. “I actually had other things in mind until you’re, you know, ready.”
“Wait.” His hands land on my hips, and I frown but move off again.
He shifts around on the bed until his head is in the pillows and his feet aren’t hanging off the side anymore.
“Okay.” He nods, and I walk over on my knees before resuming my position on top of him. “What were you saying?”
“Oh, well,” I shrug. “I just thought…”
Without finishing my sentence, I reach down and grab the edge of my top, pulling it up and over my head. A muscle jerks in his jaw as his gaze slides over me. A pleasant shiver runs down my spine, and I close my eyes and exhale slowly. I jump at his touch when his fingers close on my nipple, my back arching at the light tug.
“I was going to do you,” I gasp.
“What?” he frowns up at me, dropping his hand.
“You know, like…”
Sliding my hands under the hem, I shove his shirt up over his ribs, exposing his pale chest. I lean forward and press my lips to the line between his pecs, my fingers dragging over the hard muscle and down his stomach. His abs flex under my touch, and I look up to meet his eyes as I kiss my way to his nipple, flicking it with my tongue. It tightens instantly, and I feel his torso vibrate with a low growl, my pussy clenching at the deep sound.
“Arms,” I whisper, reaching for his shirt again.
He shifts, lifting them so I can slide it off and toss it aside before I move my mouth to his other nipple, my fingers exploring his collarbone…shoulders…biceps—
I jerk back when his hands slide up my sides.
“W-what are you–”
“Don’t stop,” he mumbles, his thumbs grazing the skin of my breasts before curving around my back and moving down.
I try to ignore him and go back to what I was doing, but it’s hard to focus with his gentle fingers roaming all over my skin. I move to kiss his neck and gasp, my forehead dropping to his shoulder, when his palms slide around my butt, squeezing softly before stroking across my hips and gliding over my belly.
“Yoongi,” I choke. “I…”
“It’s working,” he says softly. “Keep going.”
I blink and start to lift my head, frowning.
“What’s working?”
He smirks, and I resist the urge to grind against him until he suddenly stops his relentless teasing and reaches out to grab my hand, moving it behind my back.
“Yoongi, what…oh.” I whisper when my fingers brush against him.
He’s starting to get hard again.
“Don’t stop,” he repeats brusquely.
I nod and lift up on my knees, inching back slightly before lowering my hips to his, his semi-firm shaft instantly pressed to my sex.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I gasp as I feel it swelling against me.
I rock against him as his hands slide up my arms and around my neck, pulling my face down to his.
“I think this works better,” I say softly, rubbing against him again.
His jaw clenches, and bite my lip as he bites out a rough, “ne.”
His fingers tangle in my hair, and I bend my neck to kiss him as I continue to roll my hips over his, stroking his rapidly hardening cock.
“You’re very wet,” he mumbles against my lips.
Oh God. He can feel my wetness.
“You do that to me,” I remind him breathlessly as I move faster.
“Aish!”
“Are you ready?”
He feels solid to me, but I’m also happy to keep humping him like this.
“Ne.” His hands slide around my hips. “Stop, stop.”
I sit up, lifting a shaking hand to my neck to lift my hair off my sticky skin. He reaches between my legs, his knuckles skimming my slit, and I swallow a sob as a pleasant jolt runs through me. I look down at his hands as he strokes himself a few times before steadying me with one and adjusting his now very rigid cock under me.
He mutters my name, and I look at his face, his eyes locking on mine as he positions the bugling tip, sliding it between my slick lips until it catches on my entrance. I bite my lips as his hands gently guide me down, whimpering as my narrow opening stretches around him, every turgid inch dragging against me until I’ve taken all of him.
“Yoongi,” I sigh as I tilt my head back and close my eyes.
His hands slide up my sides again, and my back arches as a soft cry slips past my lips. His fingertips trail over the swells of my boobs, his index fingers rubbing lightly over my tight nipples.
“Move,” he rumbles softly.
“Okay.” It comes out as a gasp before transforming quickly into a hiss as I roll my hips, immediately falling forward, catching myself with my hands in the pillows on either side of his head.
“Damn,” he bites out, one of his hands sliding around the back of my thigh as the other lifts my breast—now inches from his face—to his lips.
I rock against him again, and his fingers press into my skin, encouraging me to move faster. Bracing both my arms, I being grinding against him. I hear him grunting as both of his hands slide around my ass, holding me to him as he starts thrusting into me from below.
“Harder,” he growls, his voice thick with need.
I nod, dropping to my elbows as I slam my hips back against his as he powers into me. He makes a low sound of approval, and I move faster.
Suddenly, he sucks my nipple between his teeth, and I almost collapse on top of him from the combined pain and pleasure.
“Yoongi,” I whine, the pressure building at the base of my spine as I ride him.
I’m going to come soon. Sooner if he keeps doing that.
“I’m close,” he whispers brokenly as he fills me again. “Fuck, so tight.”
“No,” I murmur. “I’m…I…”
One of his hands moves from my ass and slides down my front between my legs to the place we’re joined. His fingertips graze the edges of my lips as one digit hooks into the front of my slit, instantly zeroing in on my hooded bundle of nerves.
“Oh, oh!”
My head flies back as his finger rubs against my clit, each stroke rippling through my pussy. Within seconds, I’m on the edge of a massive orgasm. God, I want it so bad!
He doesn’t stop, and I switch to grinding on him, unable to lift my hips while he’s playing with me like this. I start keening softly, my head falling forward until my forehead is pressed to his.
“Are you coming?” he hisses.
“Not yet,” I choke out. “But I’m so close.”
He starts rubbing faster, and I lift up as much as I can before ramming down hard. At the same time, he drives up into me, simultaneously rolling my clit between two fingers.
“Yoongi!” I half scream, half sob his name as it hits, my entire body trembling as my pussy convulses around him.
I’m still coming when he suddenly rolls me onto my back, my legs falling open as his hips start pounding into me, his face twisting as his rhythm becomes erratic.
“Yoongi, I think…Oh God…I’m gonna come again.”
“With me,” he growls, his eyes squeezing shut.
“I…I…”
“Come now.”
My vision blurs as my receding orgasm rolls over into another one, and my fingernails dig into his back, my mouth dropping open in a silent moan. At the same time, he sinks in so deep his balls are kissing my throbbing lips, releasing a long moan as his back arches and his cock erupts inside me. I gasp into his ear as his warm, thick fluid flows into my shuddering pussy, the sensation making me come even harder.
I curl my arms around his back as I ride out the last few waves, his shaft still jerking inside me, even though I can feel he’s mostly spent. His head drops to my shoulder, his cheek pressed to mine, as I slide my legs around his, my ankles resting in the bends of his knees.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my ear.
“Hmm.” I run my fingers down his spine, and he pushes up.
“I’m gonna–”
“Not yet,” I interrupt, hugging him to me. “Don’t pull out.”
“But–”
“I know, but I don’t want to lose you yet.”
“Mmm.” He nods, settling back against me. “Okay…”
“Could you move a little?” I whisper, my lips sliding over the skin of his shoulder. “Just, like, rock against me?”
“Like this?”
He moves his hips the slightest bit, and my breath catches in my throat.
“Yeah. That’s perfect.” I shut my eyes, clinging to him as he fucks me gently.
After a few seconds, he groans, and I lick my lips.
“If you start to feel too soft, you can stop,” I whisper. “I won’t come from this, it’s just…soothing.”
“Soothing?” He frowns, his pelvis still rolling into mine.
“Mmhmm,” I sigh into his neck. “It’s comforting.”
“I can’t go much more,” he mumbles, looking down as his lips curve into a pout, making me want to kiss him.
“Okay, just—oh!”
“Mwoya?” his head jerks up.
“Nothing,” I gasp. “I just, I…I think…”
“You’re coming,” he finishes, the surprise I feel reflected in his voice.
“Ohh…” I moan into his chest. “It’s different than before…”
Instead of intense waves or spasms, it feels like fluttering.
“It’s softer,” he announces as he braces himself on one arm, sliding his free hand behind my neck and holding my cheek to his shoulder.
“Yeah.” I nod against him.
I didn’t realize coming softly was an option until now, but it feels so much better than I would’ve expected. Still, it doesn’t last long, fading almost as quickly as it began.
“Gotta stop,” he says in his deep voice, “okay?”
“Yeah.” I swallow and lay back in the pillows, my fingers gripping his shoulders as he slides out of me.
“Mm,” I whine softly. “I already miss it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah… I like how you feel.”
“Well, I can do this.”
I frown. “What are you—ah!”
My back arches off the bed as his fingers suddenly slide in where his cock used to be.
“Yoongi, what—this isn’t—I can’t–”
My brain is hazy from orgasms, and my words aren’t coming out right.
“Gwaenchanh-a?”
“What? No!” I hiss. “I—oh. That feels nice.”
He laughs softly, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“You’re not being fair,” I accuse him weakly.
His smile fades into a much sexier, serious face, and he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me as he continues to play with me. Burying my fingers in his hair, I slide my tongue past his lips until he pulls back and rasps in my ear, “Do me.”
“What?”
His fingers slide out of me, and I bite my lip as he grabs my wrist and puts my hand on his deflated dick.
“Get me hard,” he explains, letting me go.
I swallow a moan as he pushes in again, and reach out with both my hands to feel him. I’m so used to handling him when he’s erect, it’s different to touch him like this.
“Your skin is so smooth,” I murmur, my fingers rubbing along the sides. “Especially here.” I rub the tip, and feel the shaft twitch.
“Unh,” he grunts, his jaw clenching. “Go on.”
As his fingers slide in and out slowly, I start stroking him in my fist, dragging my nails tenderly up the sides of him, squeezing the base lightly, and running a single finger over his balls. I feel him starting to stiffen after a few minutes, which only encourages me more.
“It’s getting hot,” I whisper. “Oh!”
“What?”
“I, um…I can feel your heartbeat.”
“Mm.”
“It’s pretty hard now, I think.”
He grunts again, his fingers slowing even more.
“Wait.” I pause. “Why do you need to be hard? I thought we were going to bed soon.”
“Fuck you again,” he says gruffly. “Then bed.”
“Oh.” I blink. “Okay, um, well…” I shift my legs around his hips. “In that case, don’t worry about me, okay?”
“Mwo?”
“I don’t need to come again,” I explain quietly. “So, just take care of you.”
His eyes narrow, and I know he disagrees.
“I’m serious,” I murmur, reaching up to stroke his wrinkled eyebrow. “I’ve come like four times. I don’t need anymore.”
“Fine.”
He slips his fingers out of me and wipes them on my bare thigh. I press my lips together, trying to ignore how hot I find it. As I slide my arms around his shoulders, he lines himself up with my opening, sinking in quickly.
“Did you get bigger than before?”
He smirks, bracing his arms in the bed before he begins pulling out and sinking back into me. He starts moving faster almost immediately, and I lift my aching legs around his waist to make it easier for him. After a minute, he lets out a low growl and begins rutting, his head dropping against my shoulder as he grunts in time with his thrusts.
I already know I’m not coming again tonight. As much as he prioritizes my pleasure during sex, he’s done that plenty tonight. Right now, this is just about him. Curling my arms around his shoulders, I slide my fingers into his hair, panting against his neck as he hammers against me.
His head twists to the side suddenly, and I flinch as a deep, guttural sound tears out of his throat, his cock jerking as he spills inside me. I drop my legs from around him while he’s still coming and stroke along his tense back until he finishes.
His breathing is shallow as he sinks down on top of me, his soft puffs of air tickling my neck. I wait for his heart to stop racing before I tap his side.
“You can pull out now,” I murmur.
“Mmm.”
He’s still pretty hard, actually, but my body is sticky with sweat and achy all over. That said, I can’t say I don’t enjoy being full of him.
“I think your refractory period has gotten shorter,” I announce as he pushes up on his arms.
“What?” he asks around a laugh.
“You get hard again quicker than you used to.”
“Mm. Probably all of this fucking.” He groans as he slides out again, and I bite my lips. “Ready for bed?” He exhales, dropping into the space beside me.
“No,” I whine. “I have to go clean up. I think I’m leaking on the sheets.” Which is completely logical considering I came four times and he came inside me twice.
“Okay.”
I start to sit up, and I wince.
“What is it?”
“My legs are so sore,” I hiss. “I literally don’t think I can walk.”
I was on my knees a lot more than I realized. Plus, sex just makes my legs tired.
“I’ll do it,” he announces, sliding out of the bed. “Just a warm rag?”
“Yeah. That’ll be fine.”
He comes back a minute later and gently lifts one of my thighs before running the wet washcloth over my slit.
“Wait, Yoongi,” I moan. “Not so rough!”
He stops and looks up at me. “Still sensitive?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No, just…be gentle.”
“Ne.” He nods and does it again, this time much softer.
“Thank you,” I sigh when he’s done.
“I’m gonna put this in the bathroom.” He goes to get rid of the used cloth, and while he’s gone, I roll onto my side.
“You were very messy,” he whispers from behind me as he climbs into bed.
“And whose fault is that?” I raise an eyebrow at him over my shoulder.
“Mm.” He kisses my cheek, and I shake my head. “You’re welcome.”
“Keep that up, and we’ll have to have the talk about babies again,” I mutter sleepily.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I wave it away.
He sinks down in the mattress and runs his fingers over my arm.
“Gwaenchanh-a?”
“Yes. But I still feel sticky.”
“Shower in the morning.”
“Mm, okay,” I yawn and curl my legs in.
He strokes my side, and I shiver pleasantly.
“Spoon?” he asks in my ear.
“Yes, please.”
He moves up behind me and kisses the back of my neck before sliding one of his arms under my cheek and the other over my waist and up under my boobs, his chest pressing against my back.
“Goodnight.”
“Wait.” I look over at him. “What time are you leaving for work in the morning?”
“After we shower,” he mumbles. “Go to sleep.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Yoongi.”
He kisses my neck again, muttering, “Saranghae.”
I start to say, “I love you, too,” but I don’t know if he hears me because I’m already mostly asleep.
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Translations:
Ne – yes
Yeogiwa – come here
Ssibal - fuck
Hajima – don’t
Aish – a mild swear
Mwoya – what is it?
Gwaenchanh-a – okay
Mwo – what
Saranghae – I love you
