BTS - More Than Anything (Suga x Jeong-sun)
Contains: Important moments. Fluff. Smut. Oral sex. Cockwarming. Anal sex.
Set a week following Suga x Jeong-sun’s section in ‘Private Moments’, they unpack the final boxes of her belongings as she moves into his apartment.
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Her hands moved to his zipper, fumbling and sliding the metal clasp down as she kissed him fervently. The upper half of her body was on the bed, her legs dangling awkwardly off the side but she made no attempt to change position; her hands were busy on his body, pulling him towards and on top of her.
Yoongi reluctantly broke the kiss, a smile playing on his lips. “We haven’t finished yet.”
“We can do it later.” She dismissed breathily, capturing his lips once more. A clanging sound filled the room as his foot connected with a cardboard box, strewn aside shortly before. The bedroom was filled with similar objects of various sizes, brought from her old apartment, only a few of which had been emptied of their contents. It had taken most of the morning to pack the remainder of her belongings and, he suspected, would take even longer to disassemble and put away. At her instance, he had left her to do most of the packing while he got to work cleaning her apartment in the hopes she might regain at least some of her deposit.
“I hope there’s nothing breakable in there…” He mumbled dryly but she ignored his comment, instead using both hands to hold his waist at arms length. He looked down at her, observing her flushed cheeks and the beads of sweat which had started to collect between her breasts, above her plain black bra. He reached beneath her to unclasp it, pulling the material away from her body and letting it drop to the floor to join her pair of jeans.
“Take off your shirt.” She gasped, fingering the hem of the dark material loosely. He hesitated before complying, slipping it over his head and discarding it on the messy floor. She watched him intently, eyes moving across his torso and lingering on his collarbone which likewise glistened with perspiration. The boxes had been heavy and it had taken several trips from the rented van to the bedroom. Despite being dressed for summer, the day was uncharacteristically humid and sweat patches had begun to form by the time they finished. It hadn’t taken long, after locking the front door behind them, for their hands to find each other and before they knew it, they were stumbling across the floor, trying their best to dodge the boxes and failing a few times before they reached the bed.
Accepting that the boxes would have to wait, Yoongi bent down to grasp her bare legs and, a little roughly, pushed the rest of her body onto the bed. No sooner had they hit the bedsheets, she scrambled to her knees, tugging at his waistband to free him from the confines of his jeans. His voice stuttered as she palmed him through his underwear, teasing the bulge beneath before working on the elastic. He helped her take them off, slipping them from his legs before joining her on the bed, their faces equal heights as she wrapped her fingers around him. His mouth parted in a silent moan as she lowered herself to his lap, touching her lips to his tip and kissing him sensually. She tried to look at him, opening her mouth and jerking her hand against the base of his cock as she worked him quickly, her head bobbing. The position looked uncomfortable and she gagged as he brushed her throat. Yoongi touched her cheek, brushing strands of dark hair from her face.
“Do you want me to lay down?” He asked.
She continued sucking him for a few more moments, reluctant to let him go, before pulling back. He positioned himself against the headboard, untucking his knees from underneath his body and she moved with him, lying against his body and taking him back in her mouth. He gave the softest of moans as he felt her lips wrap around him and watched her with parted lips, unable to vocalise how good she was making him feel. Jeong-sun moved up, slipping him out of her mouth to kiss along the underside of his flushed cock; pressing her lips delicately to the soft skin as she moved along the length.
Desperately, he brushed her cheekbone with his thumb. “Talk to me…” He whispered.
Her lips curled against him in a smile and she looked up, meeting his gaze.“What do you want me to say?”
“You can choose the topic.” He murmured softly.
She pulled back a little, shrugging her shoulders and replacing her mouth with her hand which she moved along him lightly. “Global warming?” She suggested.
He laughed again, cheeks warm. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She replied, settling against him and pumping him slowly as her lips trailed against the side of his shaft. “I’m glad we packed early.” Her eyes flickered to the dense clouds forming outside. “It’s going to rain later.”
“Are you sure you brought everything?” He asked, a little breathily.
She shook her head deliberately slowly so her lips remained against him. The change in movement made him gasp. “Not everything…” She said. “I left the curtains.”
He laughed softly, immediately knowing the ones she was referring to. “Good.”
She flashed him a stern look, though he saw the humour in her eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t say that while I’m holding you.” She warned, making his grin widen.
“What are you going to do?” He challenged lightly, knowing she was no more capable of deliberately hurting him than he was with her. She kept up the act a moment longer, eyes connecting with his intensely, before she took his back in her mouth, swallowing him whole. He groaned unexpectedly, eyes closing for a moment to handle the sensation as he felt her cheeks close around him, trapping him against her tongue.
“Are you putting off unpacking?” He managed to murmur, opening his eyes to look at her as she pulled away once more to reply, tightening her grasp against him to keep the momentum.
“I just don’t know where to start…” She admitted a little defeatedly, before smiling knowingly. “Are you complaining?”
His silence told her all she needed to know and she started sucking him again.
“Fuck…” He spluttered, cupping her cheeks with both hands and encouraging her towards him. She sensed his need and shifted awkwardly, sitting up to join him at the head of the bed; her hand trapped between, pumping him quickly as they kissed passionately. She savoured his moans in her mouth, opening her lips against him until she felt his heat against her, spreading over her fingers. She continued kissing him, coaxing him through the final seconds of his orgasm and feeling him shift as he reached automatically towards the bedside table to find her a tissue. She pulled away and beat him to it, rummaging through the various bottles and lotions to find the box and wiping herself clean. He took them from her and threw them towards the garbage can in the corner, mentally reminding himself to replace the bin-liner later in the day. When he looked back, Jeong-sun seemed distracted by the contents of the top drawer and leaned over to pull out a bottle of lubricant.
“Why do you have this in there?” She leered, checking the label.
He frowned, mouth twisting. “Where else am I supposed to keep it?”
She shrugged easily, tearing off the safety seal and flipping the cap. “Does it really taste like Mojito?”
“I haven’t tried it.” He admitted. She handed him the bottle and he felt warm at the implication that she wanted him to use it on her. Silently pouring a little on his hand, he spread it across his fingers as she watched closely.
“You're not allergic to anything are you?” He looked up.
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” Satisfied, he nodded and she reached for her panties, slipping them off and dropping them on the floor before lying on her back. He reached between her parted thighs, running his fingertips against her centre and she moaned softly as circled her clitoris, reaching with his other hand to grasp the bottle of lubricant. She gasped as he squirted a large drop onto her nipple; his mouth closing around her.
“It’s tingly…” She commented, kissing his lips as soon as he pulled away from her breast. She brushed his tongue with hers, tasting the substance and letting out a groan. “Pretty realistic.” She smirked against his lips.
He laughed. “If you say so...” Kissing her again, he continued the soft motions against her, slowly edging down to press his lips to her neck and chest, stomach and hips before settling between her parted thighs and licking through her folds. Her breath stuttered as he focussed on her swollen clitoris, suctioning and flicking it with his tongue; welcoming her taste and warmth against his fingers which he sunk in deep, massaging her from the inside. He listened to her moans, knowing to change the pace when he felt her breath stutter; her voice catching in her throat. He reached for her hand and she took it without question, squeezing down on his fingers as her orgasm rocked her entire body; hips buckling messily against his face as she rode it out. Her body was warm beneath him and he continued to kiss her, changing from the intense, sucky motions which had made her come to sloppy, lazy kisses against her sensitive bud, listening to the sounds of her breathing as it became less laboured and shallow.
“You don’t have to keep going.” She eventually mumbled, a little breathless still, but enjoying the fact he was in no rush to stop.
“I love kissing you…” He confessed, making a point of pecking her clitoris, closed-lipped, before opening his mouth against her.
Jeong-sun felt her cheeks redden. “I love kissing you too.” She whispered, welcoming his embrace when he moved away and crawled back up her body to meet her mouth. They kissed for an unknown amount of time, holding each other close until the weight of the task at hand could be avoided no longer.
“We should probably start on the boxes.” Yoongi murmured, pulling away reluctantly.
She nodded, shifting disappointedly when he withdrew his arm from beneath her. “Pick one.”
“Clothes first?” He suggested.
“Okay.” She agreed, allowing him to slip off the bed and watching as he slowly dressed. Once he had finished, he reached down to hand her the underwear she had taken off. She eyed the rest of her discarded clothes with a grunt.
“Can I wear one of your shirts? It’s pretty warm in here.” She asked, and he nodded easily, gesturing towards the cabinet in the corner. She knew where he kept them and selected an oversized printed t-shirt.
Yoongi was looking around the stacks of cardboard boxes, only just realising she had neglected to write the contents on the side. “Which one’s your clothes?”
She shrugged, tugging down the fabric which whilst baggy on him, still clung a little against her wide hips and chest. Freeing her short hair from the neckline, she drew it into a haphazard ponytail. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
Bending down, he selected one at random, delicately drawing back the flaps which held it closed and reaching in to pull out a pair of plain jeans. The bundle was heavier than expected and he unravelled the denim, revealing a single ceramic plate concealed in the centre.
“No bubble wrap?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“I ran out.”
Realising she had done this with a number of kitchen goods, he unearthed the remainder of the box with more caution, finding more plates, cups and glasses wrapped inside various garments, which he handed to Jeong-sun one by one. She left the kitchen-ware on the bed where it would be cushioned by the duvet, creating an unusual spread of mismatched patterns and sizes.
“I bought some more clothes hangers.” He motioned towards the large cabinet in the corner, eyeing the steadily growing pile of clothing on the edge of the bed. “They’re in the wardrobe.”
She moved towards it, finding a generous bundle hung on the rack besides Yoongi’s shirts and hoodies. The familiar print on the end caught her eye and she extracted it with interest, gazing at the picture on the black fabric.
“Isn’t this mine?” She asked, holding it out. The image showed the back of a dark-haired male, his guitar outlined against the white backdrop along with the title of the record. Boy’s Don’t Cry.
He looked up at the sound of her voice, eyes lingering on the item and shrugging easily.
“You left it once.” He said. “I forgot about it.”
She accepted his anwer, though suspected it’s prominent place at the edge of the wardrobe suggested he saw the hoodie more often than he was letting on. Turning back to the assortment of clothes already hung, she idly flicked through them.
“You have a lot of black.” She commented.
“It goes with everything.” He murmured distractedly, holding up a black electric kettle he had found between two rolled up sweatshirts. “Do you want to keep this?” He asked. “I already have one.”
She shrugged teasingly. “I like the colour. It goes with everything.”
He rummaged through a second box of goods which seemed to contain the reminder of her cutlery. “Does it come with a box?”
“I threw it away. The warranty ran out five years ago.” She reached for the device, which he handed to her. “We could leave it here, in case the other one breaks.”
He watched silently as she placed it in the bottom of the wardrobe, beside a pile of paper shopping bags, and considered if he should protest. Instead, he turned his attention to a larger box which he remembered struggling with earlier in the day; its contents heavy. Unsurprisingly, he found it piled with books, both paper and hardback; their spines bent and stacked clumsily.
“Don’t you use your E-reader?” He questioned lightly, knowing he had gifted her one years before that was sent to him through his company.
She gestured listlessly, her attention fixed on the last few dresses which she hung in the wardrobe. “It’s in there somewhere…”
His mouth twisted in humour; he had already guessed that the sleek, charcoal grey device would lay untouched the moment he had handed it to her. Perhaps the thought of transferring over the numerous bookmarks and folded edges was too large of a task, in hindsight. “I thought it might save you space.” He added in gentle explanation.
Jeong-sun gave a small shrug. “I’m a collector.” She winked, bending down to help him remove the contents of the box, now that the clothes were hung alongside his.
The half-filled bookshelf in the corner of the room seemed to groan already as they loaded several of the heftier titles onto the shelves; Yoongi realised, looking at the immense stack left to organise, that he would have to look into getting another. For now though, he stacked the larger of the hardbacks against the wall, peering at the covers with interest. Among the usual suspects of fantasy and horror-genre authors, he found a few non-fiction titles. “Are these new?” He asked, picking up the heaviest and flicking through. The pages were unnaturally crisp, wrinkled as though they would shatter and annotated heavily in an unfamiliar, barely legible scrawl. The apparent water damage had caused some of the text to peel away. Accompanying the anatomical drawings were medical phrases, some of which he did not recognise. Jeong-sun joined his side and took it from him.
“Sort of.” She murmured, placing it with the others. “There was a listing online. The woman threw in a few extra...said she thought she’d be wasting her time trying to sell the ones she had ruined drying them off on a radiator.”
“That was nice of her…” He trailed off, watching as she rearranged the titles on his shelf and added a few of her own to the collection. Seeing the books made him hopeful, and he continued gently. “Did you think any more about the open event? There’s one on the weekend.”
She looked at him and smiled, admitting defeat. “I’m warming to the idea.” She confessed.
He nodded encouragingly. “It’d be good to go. You don’t have to make a commitment.”
Jeong-sun hesitated, tucking a strand of hair cautiously behind the arms of her glasses. “Will you come with me?”
“If you’d like me to.”
Turning back to the shelf, she added the final book to the already fully stuffed row, having to push it in a little roughly to make it fit. “I’d like your opinion on the financing options.”
“I might not be much help.” He offered a hand to help her to her feet. “I’ve never taken out a student loan.”
“We’ll work it out between us.” She kept hold of his hand for another moment, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I’m glad you’re reconsidering it.” Yoongi said, voice soft with honesty.
“Well…,” she sighed dramatically, “I’ve got to get my kicks somewhere. I thought I’d get a headstart on my midlife crisis by collecting degrees.”
He sensed the self-deprivation in her tone but let it drop, giving a smirk. “It could be worse…” He murmured. “You could collect stamps.”
She matched his grin. “I’ll take that on next year.” She thought for a moment, the statement reminding her. “How’s the guitar playing?”
He shrugged. “I wrote a new song.”
“What about?” She asked curiously, watching as he moved to the centre of the room and opened another box.
He looked up, locking eyes meaningfully. “It’s a secret.”
She couldn’t help but blush in understanding, her stomach giving an odd sort of lurch at his unbroken, yet equally bashful gaze. Stepping aside to give him room, she sat on the edge of the bed while he passed her a handful of underwear. She eyed the plain briefs apathetically, realising a few had holes in and were starting to lose their elastic. “I’ll have to get some more…” She grumbled to herself, sorting them into piles before stacking them in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe. A laugh caught her attention and she turned in time to see Yoongi unravelling a mug from between the cups of a t-shirt bra.
“I guess the padding protects it pretty well.” He commented.
She looked at him straight, voice dry. “Are you saying I’ve got big boobs?”
He gave a small nod in confirmation, the edges of his lips curling upwards as she met his eyes with a challenging look. Turning over the object that had emerged from the large, cushioned pads, he examined the colourful, symmetric pattern around the brim. At the cluster of tea-stains inside, he grinned. “I can tell this one’s your favourite.”
“Do you have a favourite mug?” She asked interestedly, taking it from him and placing it among the assortment on the bed. He handed back the bra which she tucked into the drawer with the others.
“The one you bought me.”
His answer took her by surprise and she laughed, remembering the one in question she had given him a few months prior, brought back from a conference she had been sent to by the pharmacy. The navy, king-size mug had boasted the importance of getting regular prostate exams. “It was free. Nobody wanted it for some reason.”
Fishing out the final few pairs of briefs, he stood up straight. “Do you want a coffee?”
“Do you have any real coffee?” Her mouth twisted automatically in distaste as she clarified herself. “..Not the decaff stuff.”
He nodded. “I bought some for you.”
She couldn’t help but smile as she collected a few of the items from the duvet and followed him down the little hallway, into the kitchen. He took the colourful canister she was holding from her grasp and reached into the top cupboard to open a fresh bag of coffee, filling the ceramic pot with the beans.
“It doesn’t really match your kitchen.” Jeong-sun admitted.
Yoongi saw her nodding towards the canister, turning it over in his hand with apathy. “I like it.”
She beamed. “You don’t really care do you?”
“Not really.” He shrugged, placing it next to a neat row of monochrome jars.
Still smiling, she watched him fill the coffee maker she had brought from her apartment, waiting for it to filter through to fill the mug. Standing beside him, she fingered the edge of his black t-shirt, trailing her hands under to touch the cool skin of his hip. He turned to her, meeting her eager lips as the scent of coffee filled the room.
“You’re a bit needy today…” He grinned against her, holding her waist steady and remembering how she had woken him up this morning with her lips against his neck, hands moving to touch him as he rolled over to face her. It had been nice to know she didn’t have to go anywhere, having booked a few days from work to accompany the move, and they had spent a solid hour kissing and touching, before their orgasms came together; only seconds apart.
She met his gaze challengingly, hands moving to his hips. “Kiss me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice and pulled her closer; moving under her shirt to grasp both cheeks, kneading her as she moaned into his mouth. The sound of the dripping filter eventually stopped and he pulled away gently, fingertips still pressing into the soft flesh of her arse. “Are you gonna get that?”
She frowned exaggeratedly. “I thought you offered?”
He let her go with deliberate slowness and opened the fridge, bringing out an unopened bottle of milk to add to her drink, along with a spoonful of sugar. She blew against the brim once he handed it to her, eyes following him as he busied himself at the countertop, preparing his own.
“Are we nearly finished with the boxes?” She asked; her impatience at the task obvious in her voice.
He looked at her. “You tell me.”
Rolling her eyes, she tried to remember the contents she had packed earlier in the day, back at her apartment. “I think it’s just the kitchen stuff and make up.”
They walked back into the bedroom and she set her cup down carefully on his bedside table, making sure the coaster was tucked securely beneath its warm base. Yoongi had already moved onto another box and reached for a pair of scissors to unsecure the tape which held it closed.
“I bought you a cabinet, did you see?”
She nodded, recalling the flatpack package she had spotted in the spare bedroom. “You didn’t have to.”
He shrugged easily. “You have a lot of things.” Reaching into the box, he pulled out a tub of moisturiser along with a mascara tube; black liquid dried to the cap.
She thought for a second. “I’ve lived there a long time...hand me that.” Jeong-sun pointed at the box, realising it would take too long for him to unpack the contents one by one. He slipped the makeup he had already pulled out back into it carefully and handed it across to her, watching as she picked up the remainder of the cutlery from the bedspread and added it to the box. She pushed the cardboard flaps closed on top and pushed it under the bed with her foot, hiding it from view. “Done.” She announced easily, earning an unconvinced look from Yoongi. She rolled her eyes. “I’ll sort it later, I promise.”
He mentally reminded himself to hold her to it, though suspected he would forget. Instead, he worked on righting the bedsheets, pulling the duvet back as Jeong-sun wandered over to the bookshelf, realising something earlier had caught her eye. On the far edge of the row, beside his own books, she pulled out a thick-looking photo album.
“What’s this?” She asked, though the gold-embossed writing on the cover gave it away. Flicking it open, she gazed at the first page where a pair of images had been neatly secured with stickable corners. The images had been taken seconds apart, with Yoongi standing on the right beside a grinning Min-seo. Both Jin and Yoongi were wearing suits, while Min-seo’s dress was white and beautiful. A lush, green lawn could be seen behind them, the photograph taken outside on a warm, bright day.
Yoongi looked over. “I got it for their anniversary next week.”
Jeong-sun smiled at the gesture, considering how thoughtful it was and turned the page. The next pair of images were taken during the reception; the couple’s first dance captured on film. She wondered whether Yoongi had taken the photo or if it had been a professional photographer. On the opposite page, Yoongi was with the rest of his bandmates, Min-seo standing in the centre, surrounded by the taller men. Jeong-sun looked at him beneath her eyelashes, a playful smile on her lips. “You look handsome.”
He gave a breathy laugh in reply and she closed the book carefully, placing it back on the shelf.
“I’m sure they’ll love it.” She said gently, pausing to think for a moment. “Do you still have the tux?”
He shook his head, tucking the pillows beneath the duvet at the head of the bed. “It was a rental.” Looking around the room and deciding it was neat enough, he sat on the edge of the mattress. “Did you want to go out later?”
She looked at him. “What for?”
He shrugged. “To eat out. I could book a table.”
Smiling, she joined him on the edge of the bed. “We need to go grocery shopping at some point. We can’t just live on takeaways.”
He took her hand in his. “I was thinking more of a date.”
She met his gaze, eyes roaming across his features flirtatiously. “Should I get dressed up?”
“No, you should go like that.” He automatically quipped, making her grin as she looked down at her bare legs, visible beneath the short hem of the t-shirt.
“I might do.” She joked, adjusting the edge to cover her knees.
His eyes roamed across her figure. “You look sexy.”
Jeong-sun laughed, her thumb brushing his knuckles. “It’s your shirt.” She protested, falling silent and appreciating the tension which grew between them. Moving forward, she broke it by touching his cheek with her palm, pulling him into a kiss. He met it heatedly, allowing her to move back against the covers. He nestled himself between her legs and she wrapped them around his waist tightly. His jeans were tight around the crotch and she ran her fingers across the centre, surprised to find he was hard again.
He groaned at her touch as she grasped him a little more meaningfully, squeezing him through the fabric.
Jeong-sun broke the kiss with a smirk. “Third time today?” She challenged, eyebrow raised.
“You started it.” He argued, voice breathy.
Her expression softened. “We don’t have to…”
He was silent for a moment before shifting onto his knees, reaching for the hem of her t-shirt and tugging it off her body. She gasped as the warm air hit her skin, suddenly glad to have opted for less clothes as she enjoyed the way his eyes roamed across her breasts and stomach, before they settled on the triangle of fabric between her legs which he slipped off with equal haste. She watched as he quickly undressed and pulled him towards her as soon as she could.
“It just feels different…” She said, meeting his gaze.
“Living here?” He asked.
She nodded. “Yeah.” She paused, moistening her lips again. “It feels like we’ve accomplished something.”
He considered how she had managed to vocalise how he was feeling. “I know what you mean.” He agreed. “It feels like the right time to do this.”
She laughed a little to herself. “Is it strange I’m excited?”
“I’m excited too…” He said, a little longingly. “I want to wake up next to you.”
“It’s not the first time.” She mused.
He nodded. “I know.” Another pause. “It feels like it.”
“Come here…” She whispered, taking his cock in her hand and guiding him inside her. Their moan was mutual as he sank in slowly and she let go to take both his hands in hers, slipping her fingers through his as he pressed his body against hers. As he moved against her, she raised their hands above her head, stretching out on the bed. He watched her expression closely; loving every quiver and moan her lips made as he made love to her. Her tongue peeped out to moisten her lips, preparing to speak, though her voice was raspy and breathless. “You feel so good…”
Letting go of one hand, he tangled his fingers through her dark hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist once more, her palm moving to his bottom, guiding him deeper. He kissed her smooth cheek before moving to her neck, opening his lips against her skin. She gasped beneath him.
“I can’t get enough of you…” He whispered softly in her ear before pressing his mouth to the delicate place behind her lobe.
“Can you get any closer?” She asked, almost pleadingly as he nestled closer, grasping her thighs and pushing them back as his hips met hers.
“I don’t think I can.” He admitted somberly, cupping her cheek.
She gazed at him intensely, an idea playing through her mind as he moved against her. “There’s one thing…” She eventually said, voice trailing off as he sensed her meaning.
He opened his mouth to speak but promptly closed it, thinking it through for a moment. “Are you sure?” He asked tentatively, though was able to tell she was serious.
She nodded gently. “I want to try. I think we need to…”
He understood her meaning, knowing it was the one thing they mutually wanted but had never succeeded in doing. Jeong-sun touched his cheek with the back of her hand, happy to feel the warmth beneath his skin. “Have you thought about it, since?” She asked, curious.
His silence told her all she needed to know but his caution remained. “I just don’t want to hurt you.” He admitted.
“We can stop if it does.” She said soberly. “I just want to try again. You already have lubricant.” She gestured to the bedside table; the top drawer half open.
“Okay.” He agreed, knowing she was right and trusting that she would tell him if it became too much. He slowly pulled back, slipping out of her and righting himself on the mattress. “Do you want me to wear a condom?” He asked, looking back at her.
“No…” She replied, giving a pause. “Unless you want to.”
Turning back, he slid the drawer out all the way and selected a clear bottle, half full. The label listed the product as unfragranced and Jeong-sun laughed lightly as he opened the cap.
“How many types do you have?” She asked.
He grinned bashfully, squeezing the bottle to lube up his fingers. “The Mojito was a mistake, but I couldn’t return it.”
“Bastards!” She exclaimed, making him laugh. He watched her reach for a pillow, untucking it from beneath the duvet and nestling it beneath her hips; raising them slightly to allow him better access. He dropped the bottle on the sheets, keeping it close, and snuggled against her, kissing her forehead and touching her clitoris delicately, making her moan. He rubbed it a few times, massaging the little nub between his fingertips until he could feel it swelling slightly, responsive to his touch. Satisfied she was at ease, he slowly moved down, paying attention to her slick folds before circling the area around her other opening. He anticipated her gasp and slowed automatically, watching her features closely.
“Are you comfortable like this?” He asked.
She nodded and he reached with his spare hand for the lubricant, pouring a little more onto his fingers and warming it up with his palm before pressing against her with his index finger. She was breathing heavily, anticipating the sensation, and he pulled away, deciding it best to try with his smallest finger. He sank it into her slowly, watching her mouth part as his knuckle brushed and stretched her. Pulling back, he withdrew and moved to his ring finger, the fourth digit slipping in with a little more ease. Her eyes were fixed on his, urging him to continue and he switched to his index, fingering her deeply before adding his middle finger to join the second. Her breath hitched and he paused his movement, buried in her warmth.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Jeong-sun reached for his wrist, wrapping her fingers around it and pushing him closer. He grinned shyly, taking it as a sign to continue. “How does it feel?” He asked, voice curious.
She smirked dryly. “Like I have your fingers in my arse.”
He laughed, realising he shouldn’t have expected any other answer. He kissed her cheek softly, loving her so much in that moment he thought his chest might burst. “Is that a good thing?” He raised an eyebrow.
She exhaled heavily; a grin fixed on her lips as she giggled. “Yeah…” She nodded, expression softening. “It’s a good thing.”
He kissed her, basking in the warmth which radiated from her skin before pulling away. “It might be easier on your side…” He suggested.
Jeong-sun nodded in agreement and rolled over, facing the bedside table. Yoongi joined her a moment later, tucking himself closely against her torso and reaching over her body to pick up the bottle. He spread the liquid liberally on himself, before adding more to his fingers and palm. She shuffled a little against him, getting comfortable as he reached between her cheeks with his left hand. “Do you feel ready?” He asked, kissing her shoulder.
“Just a little bit more…” She whispered, giving a small groan when his fingers returned to her opening. She felt herself relaxing against his body as he kissed her lulling, trailing along her shoulder before moving to her dark hair and ear lobe. His breath was warm and comforting against her helix and she wondered if she would ever feel safer than she did right now. His other hand was moving against her body, stroking her upper arm gently before reaching around to press between her folds, rubbing her clitoris in little, circular motions. She moaned at his touch, closing her eyes in pleasure and turning her head back to look at him.
“Go slowly.” She requested.
He moved forward, kissing her cheek as he withdrew from her warmth. “Tell me if you want to stop.” He said, reiterating as he tucked her closer to him and held himself near the tip, pressing against her. She sensed he would need his other hand to hold her steady, and replaced his fingers with hers, rubbing herself as he moved his hips forward and gasping when she felt him push inside. His lips moved back to her shoulder, kissing her soothingly as he guided himself, inch by inch.
“God, you feel deep…” She whimpered encouragingly.
“I’m not quite in all the way.” He admitted, pausing. “Is this enough?”
“You can get closer…” She urged. “I want to feel all of you.”
He felt a little resistance but took his time, holding her hips and pulling her against him as he sank in deeper. She groaned again, feeling his torso flush against her back and knowing he was as close as he could get as his arm sneaked across her stomach in an embrace. The sensation of fullness was unlike anything she had experienced before; seeming deeper in a way she couldn’t place into words. While the pleasure was mostly mental; lacking the intense, sharpness which accompanied their usual sex, she couldn’t deny it satisfied her; hitting a spot they hadn’t been able to previously achieve. Jeong-sun turned her face to look at him, curious as to whether he shared this unexpected epiphany.
“How do I feel?” She asked, a little breathlessly.
He thought for a second. “Warm…” He grumbled, voice stifled against her skin as he kissed her tenderly. “Tight...”
Jeong-sun laughed. “I hope it’s tight.” She murmured sarcastically.
His laughter rumbled through her body. “A different kind of tight.” He explained with a shrug.
She calmed down and slipped her fingers through his. “You can move a little.”
Unhurriedly, he complied, rocking against her with small movements. Her breathing was heavy and laboured but she didn’t speak; appreciating the way she could also hear every change in his movement; every new sensation by the way his breath hitched. He kept the pace slow, sensing from her quietening groans that she was growing tired and wanted it this way, until eventually he found himself stopping altogether, content to keep himself wrapped in her warmth and appreciate her body pressed snuggly against his.
“Yoongi?” She eventually called.
“Mmm?” His eyes opened and he tightened his hold around the torso, realising his grip had loosened.
She was silent for a long time and he wondered if she was going to speak. When she finally did, he found himself taken by surprise. “Will you look after me?” She asked, voice little more than a whisper. “When I get old?”
He fell quiet, before letting out a soft laugh. “When you get old?” He questioned warmly. “We’re the same age...” He felt her still against him and realised, like him, she wasn’t pursuing another orgasm. “Have you had enough?” He asked genially.
“We’ve just...done it a lot today.” She admitted.
Yoongi murmured in agreement. “I don’t think I can finish anyway.” He admitted.
“We should get cleaned up…” He felt her shift as he withdrew from her warmth. “Be careful.” She warned gently.
He sensed her meaning, though didn’t want her to worry about that. “It’s fine.” He reassured her, waiting for her to relax before pulling himself out completely. Jeong-sun was still as he got to his feet, heading towards the en-suite, though he waited for her in the doorway, observing her grimace as she stood up.
He frowned. “Are you sore?”
Looking up, she smiled sheepishly. “A little.”
“I’m sorry.” He said.
“No…” Shaking her head, she took his hand as he led her into the shower. “I wanted you to.” She reminded him, watching as he turned on the spray before kissing him tenderly. They waited a few seconds for the water to heat up before standing under the stream. He held her waist as they kissed lazily; the glass panes fogging up around them. The water ran over their faces, between their bodies but they continued, as though in a daze. Eventually, Yoongi reached for the body wash and handed it to her while he worked up a lather in his hair; the coconut scent immediately familiar and he realised it was hers.
He waited for her to step out first, immediately reaching for the towel which had followed her from her apartment. It was a little threadbare, and he added a trip to Ikea among his list of to-dos.
“I just need to pee.” He murmured.
“Enjoy.” She smirked, heading into the bedroom. The steam followed her, billowing around the bedroom, and she settled her towel at the foot of the bed, using the edges to dry her legs.
Yoongi lifted the seat, his thoughts wonderfully content as he pissed. Remembering to put it back down, he turned to the sink, washing his hands slowly before drying himself as best he could.
He watched Jeong-sun from the doorway as she towelled her hair; the top drawer in his cabinet was askew from where she had rummaged through to find another towel and a few were poking messily from the gap. She seemed unaware he was looking and bent down to scrunch-dry the ends, causing little droplets to cascade onto the light-coloured rug before she flipped it back over and worked on her scalp.
“Of course I would.” He said, making her look up.
“What?” She asked, eyes a little wide.
“Look after you…” He walked slowly towards her, sitting on the longer edge of the bed where he could see her more clearly. “When you’re old.” He finished gently.
Her lips widened in a playful grin. “Even though you’ll be the same age?”
He nodded sincerely. “Yeah.”
Thinking this through, she beckoned to him. “Come here…” She whispered. He crawled across the duvet, settling behind her and taking the towel from her hand. Without speaking, he rubbed it through the back of her hair, drying the parts she couldn’t easily reach between two hands. He watched as trails of water ran down her naked back in little lines, a little transfixed.
“Did you still want to go out later?” She asked softly.
“If you want to.”
“It’d be nice to go on a date.” She agreed, reaching behind to take the now sodden towel from his hands and meeting his gaze. “I might have a nap first.”
He nodded. “Good idea. It’s been a long day.”
She trailed back to the bathroom to hang the towels on the heated rack before joining him on the bed. He was resting against the headboard, unembarrassed about his nudity and Jeong-sun found herself pressing her cheek to his thighs, laying in his lap and looking up at him. He smiled, brushing a few strands of damp hair away from her brow before stroking the lengths absently. His eyes moved across her naked chest, taking her in completely as she reached for his hand, holding it loosely and running her thumb across his palm, along the gentle grooves of his lifeline, watching her own motions with heavy, tired eyes. They stayed like this a while, content with the silence, until she gave a long yawn, opening her eyes a little more clearly.
“Does it scare you?” She whispered.
“Growing old?” He clarified.
She looked up and nodded, meeting his gaze.
“No…” He said, softly. “You?”
She grew pensive, taking her time to answer, but eventually shook her head. “Not as much.” She realised, closing her fingers around his. “Not if you’re with me.”
He felt his voice catch in his throat and swallowed, clearing the obstruction. “I promise.” He said, heart racing as her gaze returned to their joined hands.
He sensed she could feel the beat of his heart through his fingertips and hoped she knew why he felt this way. Her expression was calm, untroubled, and she eventually moved his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles.
“I want to marry you.” She murmured steadily, her words soft against his flesh.
It took him a moment to register what she had said, by which time she had kissed him again, as though confirming her thoughts. “Really?” He asked, voice little more than a whisper; it was all he could manage.
She nodded against him, looking up and meeting his gaze soberly. “More than anything.”
His hand trembled against her and she kissed it again as he dropped his head down, realising that while he was smiling, his eyes also stung and he couldn’t get the words out to respond to her. Instead, he clutched her tighter, holding desperately onto her hand as his lip quivered beneath the shadow of his dark hair.
Jeong-sun watched him and somehow managed to keep it together; serene and content with her confession. “What do you think?” She questioned softly, hoping she had done the right thing by telling him.
He gathered himself enough to speak. “I think I want to marry you too.” He said, swallowing another lump which had formed in his throat. Her cheeks reddened and he smiled widely, though he realised she was swimming in his vision. He blinked away the tears, realising too late that he was crying.
“I don’t want to wait.” She continued, reaching out for him and steadying his shaking body in her arms. “We’ve waited enough.”
“Jeong-sun…” He whispered, not needing to say more.
“I don’t care where. I just know I want to…” She sensed she was rambling a little and stopped herself, only just observing how taken aback he seemed. “Are you okay?” She asked, realising he had grown silent. “Did I catch you off guard?”
He sniffled unashamedly, rubbing her upper arm. “Kind of.” He smiled, pausing. “It’s been on my mind.” He admitted.
Jeong-sun considered this for a moment. “Did I steal your thunder?” She asked.
He hesitated for a second before shaking his head. His voice came out steadier when he spoke. “I wouldn’t have known what to say…” He confessed, stroking her hair gently with his fingertips. “You mean so much to me.”
“You too.” She nodded.
“I couldn’t have said it any better.” He admitted, realising it was true. He let out a breathy sigh. “You can’t imagine how much it means to me that you did.”
“I think I might have an idea…” She nestled closer to his body, snuggling against him.
“When did you have in mind?” He asked softly.
“I’m not sure.” She frowned. “Just soon.”
He stroked her hair, teasing the dark strands lovingly. “I’d marry you tomorrow if we could find somewhere.”
“It doesn’t need to be big.” She shrugged, voice wandering as she mused out loud. “Just you and me…not a Korean wedding.”
His smile widened and he squeezed her hand lovingly. “We could run away together.” He suggested, only half-joking.
She laughed, hugging him around the waist. “My parents would never forgive me.” She admitted, rolling her eyes.
“Mine neither.” He agreed.
“I imagine Yu-jin might want to be there…” Jeong-sun said after a moment, voice picking up. “Jin and Min-seo too…”
“Hoseok and Nana.” Yoongi added.
She nodded against him. “Your parents and mine.”
“Jungkook...Young-soon…” He paused. “But it might be too short notice for the others.”
“Yeah.” Jeong-sun murmured. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be too expensive.” She shifted to look up at him, smirking mischievously. “Shame about your tux…”
He laughed softly, realising what she meant. “I’ll just rent another.” His shoulders moved in a shrug and she matched his grin as he cradled her naked body against his own. “Will you wear white?” He asked.
She fell quiet, realising she had not thought this part through. “Do you want me to?” She asked, interested in his reply.
He considered it for a moment, before taking her by surprise. “Yes.” He whispered.
Her lips curled in a smile. “Then I will…” She shrugged easily, settling her cheek lazily against his thigh. “Do you want to get dressed?” She mumbled.
He watched her eyes close and shook his head, though knew she wouldn’t be able to see. “Not just yet.” He whispered, bending down to kiss her shoulder.
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