Away From You; 13 | myg
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Trying to divorce Yoongi might be harder than you thought it’d be. Especially when you’re having a two year old toddler.
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader, husband!yoongi
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, blowjob, nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, kitchen sex (someone is in the other room sleeping while they're at it👀), cream pie, morning sex
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au
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There’s almost a complete darkness in Jehu’s room, other than the small night light in the shape of moon, but you can still make out his small form in the bed. Automatically smiling, you want nothing more than to go up to him and kiss his chubby cheeks.
As if Yoongi could read your mind, he gently wraps fingers around your wrist and tugs you out of the room. “Come on, let him sleep.” he whispers, glancing at your son for the last time before he leaves them ajar, just enough for you to hear him in case he'll have a nightmare.
When the two of you make it into your bedroom, you’re quick to jump into taking a shower meanwhile Yoongi tells you he needs to check some emails. Unfortunately, you’re left to shower alone and he didn't say he'll join you. So you take that time to properly wash out sweat and stink of sex on your skin.
Yoongi takes shower right after you, stopping you as you both bump into each other to give you a soft peck. Once he’s all clean, he shuffles next to you as he pulls your body into his, lips pressed against your shoulder.
“Goodnight.” he tells you, your body completely relaxed as you can’t bring yourself to open your mouth, your mind already drifting away.
The last thing you acknowledge is Yoongi’s lips on your cheek, a soft chuckle following right after before the tiredness completely knocks you out.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, you wake up with arms wrapped around your small frame with a body pressed against your back so tightly that you can barely move. The bedroom is filled with darkness and it takes your eyes a few seconds to fully adjust to it, chuckling when you turn around with your head and see Yoongi being pressed against you.
You can't see him properly, but you hear the light puffs escaping past his lips as you try to unwrap yourself from his hold. The dryness of your throat makes you crave for a glass of water and with a little bit of struggle, and faint complaints of Yoongi's sleepy grunt, you free yourself.
Your husband's face is pressed into your pillow, sleepily dreaming with a slight frown settled on his puffy face.
It makes your heart jump with luckiness because that's exactly how you feel. Lucky. If Yoongi hasn't felt the same way about you, you've no idea what you'd do. You'd be left with unrequited love. It took some time to realize how much you love him and want him as your husband in your life, but you're glad you've made up your mind.
The whole house is swallowed in darkness but you can still make out Hoseok's form laying on the couch, a thick blanket sprawled across his body, as you pass by through the living room. You'd usually turn some lights on, but since you don't want to disturb him sleeping, you're left in the darkness as you try to be as quiet as you can, while you pour yourself some water.
Standing in front of the sink and looking out of the window to admire the moon in the sky, you take that time to think. You don't want to, but you can't help yourself. It feels like a happy ending but there is just so much more the two of you need to talk about. You've both settled to stay together, not only for Jehu but for your love, but it hasn't solved all of the problems.
How is Mrs. Min going to take the fact that you've stayed together? Knowing her, she probably started to organize a party when she heard about your divorce idea.
Is Yoongi going to take some free time and focus on his family as well?
You see it now – he has really tried to spend more time with you and Jehu. But is it going to last?
He told you he's going to make it up to you, that he's going to fight for you. And you don't doubt him. You trust him with your everything but years of failing marriage and sadness that you've felt for the past few months are still fresh. It's hard to throw that away, it's impossible – at least in this kind of extent of time.
“Why aren't you sleepin'?” A hoarse voice resounds behind you, causing you to flinch from the sudden sound as you look at your sleepy husband, scratching the back of his head and messy hair.
You didn't hear him coming.
“Was thirsty,” you tell him, lifting the glass in your arms to show him. “Did I wake you?” you ask him, taking the last sip before putting it to the sink. You'll wash it tomorrow.
“Nah, I woke up and you weren't in bed, so I came down to check on you.” he tells you, slowly making his way towards you while your heart warms at the cuteness of his actions.
He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, caging you between him and the counter once he's done. “Are you overthinking?” he asks quietly, aware of his best friend sleeping just in the next room.
It's not the best time to talk about it, in the middle of the night, but he can't go back to sleep knowing you might be over thinking your decision. He knows it's one of your qualities and habits, and probably the biggest enemy as well.
“Overthinking what?” you whisper, knowing exactly what he means but you still dumbly ask him.
If he knows about the truth, he doesn't bring it up and gives you an answer.
“Staying with me.” he says it so casually, almost as if he wasn't affected by the idea of you doubting your decision.
Deep down, he's scared shitless of you having your doubts. He just won you back, he's not planning to lose you and slip through his fingers again.
“Of course not,” you tell him immediately, looking into his eyes as much as the darkness allows you to, smiling when he pecks your nose. “I just really want to work this out.” you admit, not particularly anything new to him.
He is pretty aware of your uncertainty and surely, he can relate to that as well. He's not very vocal about his thoughts and feelings, at least not the way you are, but he knows exactly what you're talking about.
But he doesn't want to talk about it right now, he wants to enjoy the woman in front of him that he's so lucky to be married to. There is always tomorrow and other days to talk about this, but for now, he just wants to let you know everything's going to be alright.
“We will work this out.” he promises, catching the glimpse of your soft smile before he kisses you.
It feels amazing to feel his soft lips against yours again and it's too short when he pulls away. Kissing him back, you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, enjoying every time your lips touch and his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in a teasing manner. It doesn't take long for it to become much more heated in a spare of seconds, leaving the both of you gasping into each other's mouth trying to muffle every single sound.
Yoongi's hands are all over your body, appreciating your skin that he can feel through the material as he gives it a couple of teasing squeezes, giving a special attention to your ass. He's kissing down your neck, finding that weak spot that only he knows about while he gets a good use of it. All you can muster is to throw your head back and enjoy the sweet kisses and the slightest graze of his teeth against your skin.
The kitchen is filled with silenced gasp from the both of you, but none of you pull away. It's too good to do that.
You've always known about Yoongi's effect that he has on you, so the dampness of your pajama shorts is no surprise and when his fingers slowly graze your clothed center, you're loudly gasping.
“Shhh, Hobi's sleeping.” he reminds you, but you can feel the amused smirk on his lips that's against your neck.
And for the couple of times, it's always been Yoongi who took care of you and made sure the pleasure was well delivered. He has always put you first and you feel like now is the right time to pay him back, plus it's been a long time since you've tasted him. So with a gentle push against his chest, he stumbles back with rigid breathing. His face is scrunched in confusion and mere disappointment of you pushing him away, especially when he was ready to devour you in your kitchen. What he doesn't expect and leaves his mouth hanging, is you dropping down onto your knees with an innocent stare, that you're not sure if he sees but you still hear the explicit curse falling past his lips.
Licking your lips, you hook your fingers underneath his pajama shorts, pulling them down not even surprised when he doesn't wear any underwear. His cock is already half-hard and you notice the dark look he gives you as he holds onto the edges of the kitchen island behind him. You don't waste time, wrapping your hand around him as much as you can. He feels heavy in your hand, the soft skin bringing back all those memories you held him exactly this way and always appreciated his thickness.
Maybe not always, you still remember the first time you came eye-to-eye with his cock. You almost pissed your pants and Yoongi was quick to notice your widened and scared eyes, having to assure you you've nothing to worry about. It was easy for him to say, he was the one with a big schlong, not you.
But with more experience, you've learned how to please him and put your uncertainty and maybe some part of insecurity away. His length is average, but it's the thickness that made you scared he'd never fit into your mouth or anywhere else at this point. But instead of feeling scared and unsure, you're actually dripping from the sight of him and the thought of tasting him.
Pressing a soft kiss to the slight patch of hair at the base, you feel him twitch underneath your fingers, and you smirk in pride. Slowly making your way up towards his tip, you make sure to kiss every inch of his velvety skin. His eyes are screwed shut and mouth hanging open at the slightest touch your lips make every time they meet him. It's almost fascinating how fast his cock stands upwards, ready for something more and you almost point that out, remembering all the times he grew cocky about getting you wet in a split second.
But you're not home alone and it's quite late to talk, or even do any of this, so you keep your mouth shut and taste him instead. When he feels the warmth of your mouth that envelopes around him, his hands find their way towards your hair. He holds you but doesn't push you further, letting you set your own pace. You don't take all of him, just enveloping his now red head as you press your tongue over it very slowly, creating a perfect rhythm that makes him gasp and twitch inside your mouth. With each flick of your tongue and mouth, you try to take him deeper and appreciate the taste of him that you've missed so much. He's used to the warmth and wetness of your mouth, gripping your hair tightly into his fist but he doesn't do anything else – still attentive and scared of hurting you.
It warms your heart and makes it fill with pride, encouraging you to take him even deeper and with fluid movements of your bobbing head, you take about half of him. With each stroke of your hand that your mouth couldn't take, you push yourself even more until you feel his head poking the back of your throat. You forgot how weird but good it feels, your thighs rubbing against each other as you pull away, not entirely though. With occasional suck, Yoongi enjoys the way your mouth feels around him and he lets you know by slowly massaging your scalp with his fingers, even slowly easing out and pushing back into your mouth on his own.
In a way, he's helping you to find the perfect rhythm as he craves for more, that's why your tongue brushes against the spot underneath his head. You remember how breathless it always made him and tonight is no different, but he wasn't expecting it and he thrusts into your mouth in shock, causing you to entirely pull away with a scrunched face.
Luckily, you managed to avoid gagging but you still glare at him as he sheepishly grins.
“Fuck, I'm sorry. Are you okay?” he asks, his cock slapping against his stomach as you wave your hand before taking him again.
He goes back to gripping the edge of the counter behind him and your hair, his cock twitching every now and then whenever you hollow your cheeks and suck him. With a couple of gasps, your jaw starts to hurt along with your knees but you don't let that stop you, cupping his balls instead with your free hand. If you weren't full with his cock, you'd probably laugh at the needy noise he makes. It's unusual to see him in this position, close to submissive as he's a complete mess while you're on your knees. Maybe it's the fact you haven't done it in a long time, who knows.
You stroke his balls lightly, mentally grinning as he helplessly whines.
“Fuck, baby. You're taking me so well. So so fucking good.”
You're not sure if he truly realizes his own words, but they still make you swell with even more pride because you're the one who makes him feel this way. You can't even be embarrassed over the fact that you're giving him head in the middle of the night with a guest in your house and a child upstairs.
There's a bunch of other words leaving his mouth, so silenced that you can't make anything out of it. It's when his hand leaves your hair, his thumbs grazing against the apples of your cheeks in a loving manner, that you fasten up your movements. He's squirming whenever your tongue meets the underside of his cock, finding that special spot that only you know of, before he gently pulls you away. His cock falls from your mouth, slapping against his clothed abdomen, wetting his dark baggy shirt.
“I--stand up please.” he tells you, quickly looking away from you on your knees. You obey standing up with a smirk on your lips as lick your lips.
“What's wrong? Was it too much?”
The amusement in your whispered voice doesn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes snapping to yours before you're welcomed with his typical frown. He reaches towards you, thumb slowly collecting the saliva in the corner of your mouth from your previous actions, pulling you closer to him. You bump against his chest, squealing when he hoists you up and places you onto the kitchen island. He stands in between your legs, kissing you passionately not minding his own taste on your tongue.
“Wanna cum with you.” he simply says once he pulls away, gently laying you down onto the counter.
It's cold and slightly uncomfortable, but it's forgotten when you feel his hands pulling down your shorts. He tosses them on the floor in careless manner, spreading your legs apart before he goes back to your shirt, unbuttoning all the buttons to let him see your naked chest. The shirt is still on, the only barrier between your back and the cold surface, with your breasts in full display to your husband.
He lets out an appreciative hum, diving down towards your chest to suck on both of your nipples leaving you squirming against his mouth. He gives them a couple of teasing licks, appreciating how big they got ever since you got pregnant and gave birth.
“Yoongi...” you gasp, feeling his fingers touching your clit while his mouth is still attached to your breasts, mouth opened in shock and the pleasing feeling.
He slowly collects your wetness that's dripping down your ass, just to go back to circling your clit with it.
“Shhh, you have to be quiet, kitten.” he whispers, easing two fingers inside of you, groaning at the way your heat swallows them.
“So tight, even though I fucked you a few hours ago.” he mutters, pumping them in and out of you while you're biting into your teeth to prevent any sound of coming out of your mouth.
Your body is heated, all caused by his words and touch, leaving you clenching around his fingers. It feels good, so good that if he just picked up the pace you'd cum right away. But you don't want that. You want to cum with him.
“Yoongi--wanna cum with you.” you whisper breathlessly, enjoying the way he scissors his fingers, penetrating your hole.
“Mhm, is that so?” he hums, stealing an open mouthed kiss before he pulls away.
He leaves his shirt on, grabbing his hardened cock before he gives it a couple of gentle tugs, leaving you salivating at the sight. Oh, fuck. How much you wish you could just turn on the lights and appreciate the view of your husband. The moon is doing a shitty job at seeing everything, but it's still enough to make you at least enjoy the slightest view of him.
He guides his cock towards your entrance, rubbing his head against your clit and entrance leaving you breathless again. Fuck, if he keeps doing that you're going to cum.
“Okay, baby, listen up. I need you to be very quiet, okay? We don't wanna wake up anyone.” he tells you, all while he keeps rubbing himself against you.
You can't even think straight and his words are just mere whispers in the silenced room, but you nod nevertheless and probably too eagerly to feel him.
Chuckling at your eagerness, his brows furrow right after as he slowly rubs his tip at your glistening entrance, before he slowly enters you. Your mouth drops open, a gasp of satisfaction escaping your lips before Yoongi's hand is covering it, muffling your gasps with his palm. He manages to stay quiet, although you hear the slightest sound of his breath hitching at the feeling of your walls.
He's slowly pushing in, making sure he doesn't overwhelm you with thrusting fast and in one go. Instead, he takes his time to fully bury himself inside of you, gripping your thighs with one hand for support. Your heels dig into his lower back, pushing him closer to you before he pulls out just to swiftly thrust back. With each thrust, he leaves you gasping into his palm while he leans down, mouth enveloping your nipple as he sucks the hardened bundle. It's only natural that you try to meet his hips whenever he thrusts into you, feeling the familiar burn inside of your stomach.
His mouth smacks once he pulls away from your breasts, echoing in the kitchen with his occasional gasps. But you feel his chest against your own in seconds, while he keeps picking up the pace with his palm securely pressed against your mouth. If you weren't in this kind of position, close to your orgasm focusing on Yoongi's cock thrusting against your g-spot, you'd joke about him being multifunctional.
Sex with Yoongi has always been one hell of a ride and he proves it every time. However, you don't have too many options about being loud and going wild, but considering he's fucking you on the kitchen counter is actually wild. Thanks to Yoongi who makes sure the whole house can't hear you, you're sure you'd be moaning his name over and over again, chanting it in praise.
“Fuck, mmh--baby, I love you.” he whispers into your ear, sweat dripping down his forehead causing his dark hair to stick to his forehead.
“Mhhmm...” you mutter against his hand, trying to say it back but he doesn't allow you.
It's too risky, the last thing you both want is to wake up Hoseok with your moans. He'd never live if he heard you having sex. But he can wake up any time and you can imagine him going to the kitchen to drink some water, just to find you having sex. You should be embarrassed because he's your friend, but you find yourself clenching around Yoongi's cock even more.
His hand leaves your mouth, gripping your thighs with both hands as he sets a devilish pace, the smacking sound of your skin meeting fills the kitchen. Your own body slides upwards with each thrust, causing him to dig his fingers into your flesh even more. It will surely bruise later, but you don't mind that. Having sex with Yoongi tends to be rough, just like the both of you like it and the proof of it is you moaning and clenching again.
You're so close, biting into your bottom lip harshly, before you look at your husband. His eyes are attached down, watching the way he disappears inside of you while his brows are scrunched in concentration. The image itself is enough for you to let go, but your eyes catch the way your stomach bulges every time he thrusts up. You can feel him in your stomach, the knot in there snapping as you're cumming with a loud moan in the form of your husband's name.
His hand moves automatically, slapping against your mouth yet again while you're groaning, enjoying the way he fucks you through your orgasm. He picks up his pace and a few seconds later, he's cumming as well. His warmth fills you up to the brim, sloppily thrusting inside of you until he fully empties himself.
You're not surprised by the load of cum already dripping out of you, along with him skilfully catching it with his fingers before he plugs it inside of you again.
Leaning against your shaky elbows, you look at him with raised brows coughing with a knowing look he probably doesn't see but can make out.
“What? We don't want it to get on the floor or counter.” he shrugs, trying the innocent act as he tucks himself into the shorts, hiding his flaccid cock.
“Why do you always cum so much? Do you ever empty those balls?” you grumble as he helps you to put your shorts on, the soft fabric catching his cum, while you button up your pajamas shirt.
“How should I know?” he chuckles, a cocky tone filling his hushed voice. “And I just emptied them. But I can go in like, twenty minutes if you're interested.” he jokes, kind of, because you know he's really capable of going again.
Slapping his chest, he helps you to sit up just to kiss your lips passionately. “I love you.” you whisper, causing him to smile as he bumps his nose into yours.
“I love you so fucking much.” he whispers back, kissing you for a couple of times before he holds your hand while you hop off the counter.
Your legs shake and if it weren't for Yoongi's arms around you, you'd fall. He proudly smirks, satisfied that you're so affected after the kitchen sex.
“Come on, we have to shower.” he whispers, glancing around the kitchen to make sure there's no trace of your previous actions. His fingers find yours, entwining together but not before he makes sure to slap your ass cheek.
“Yoongi!” you scold him through your teeth, hearing him giggling behind you as you quickly make your way upstairs, relieved that Hoseok remains in the same position completely unaware of what was happening just in the next room.
Mornings always used to be special – especially when instead of empty and cold sheets, there was Yoongi next to you. Over the years you've found yourself appreciating every morning with him even more, even if it was just for a few minutes before his alarm had to go off and he had to go to work.
But none of it comes to your mind when your peaceful sleep is interrupted with none other than Min Yoongi. At first, you're trying to go back to sleep, your mind hazy with tiredness since you didn't get too much sleep. However, his lips that peck your shoulder too many times, leaving wet trails in the shape of his soft pillows and the evident hardness poking you between your ass cheeks, is just too much.
It makes you wish you wouldn't listen to him after you both took a shower, thinking going to sleep naked is a good idea. You're not going to lie, you enjoyed the way his naked body felt against yours while you finally went back to sleep.
“Baby...” he whispers right into your ear, making you flinch at the sudden ticklish feeling when his breath fans over your naked skin.
“Why the fuck aren't you sleeping?” you grumble, burying your face into your pillow that smells like the shampoo you like to use.
Min Yoongi is nothing but a persistent man, therefore, he doesn't seem to be too fazed by the lack of gentleness in your voice, your voice completely groggy with tiredness and annoyance. He knows how much you hate being woken up and the only person who survives it and experiences it without the annoyance in your voice is Jehu.
He ignores you, as expected, and instead cups your breasts and presses his chest onto your back even more. His body is warm and it feels so nice to have him so close to you. You just wished he would stop groping you and let you sleep. But once again, he just kisses your neck before going to nibble the soft skin of your shoulder.
“Yoongi,” you whine, trying to elbow him but since he's too close and you're practically not capable of any proper movement, you fail miserably.
“I checked the time, everyone's sleeping. We still have some time, come on baby.”
He sounds so awake, excited and full of hope that it makes your lips twitch in cuteness. You're not going to lie, his neediness towards you caresses your ego and it feels nice to be wanted and loved.
But sleep still wins.
“What time is it?” you ask, eyes still shut while he shifts behind you but still doesn't let go of your body.
Instead he starts to play with your nipple, causing you to bite onto your lower lip. He's a nuisance but knows your body too well.
“The last time I checked it was six-thirty.” he answers so casually, while you've the opposite reaction.
“What the fuck, Yoongi? We only slept like, five hours.” you exclaim but it turns into whining, your mind much more awake now.
Yoongi has always been needy and couldn't keep his hands to himself, the same goes for you. You're not sure whether he's being like this because you finally made up and he misses sex, or he's just horny and finally has every right to feel you. It surprises you because he's usually the one who can't be woken up because once he is, he stays grumpy for the rest of the day. He loves sleep just as much as you do.
Either way, you're not really complaining but in a way, you are.
“Come on, I know my freaky wife is somewhere there.” he muses, his hand leaving your breast while it slowly trails down towards your stomach. He doesn't make another move, simply caressing your stomach but in a sensual way that makes goosebumps appear on your skin.
“She is,” you answer, catching his hand that strokes your stomach. “And she isn't available.”
The sight of disappointment that leaves his mouth is amusing and cute at the same time, making your lips twitch again. But as you predicted, Yoongi never backs down.
“If I can't make you wet in a minute, I'll leave you alone and you can go back to having your beauty sleep.” he says mockingly, the beauty sleep part obviously, nestling his hardened cock between your ass cheeks again.
Biting into your lip, you don't really give him any verbal answer but he takes it as a green light, hand disappearing between your legs. But what he finds there causes a dramatic gasp coming out of his lips, starting to play with your clit.
“You're already wet, you little minx.”
You're not particularly horny, but he's right. You're wet. The close proximity throughout the night is what caused it, it's just a natural way your body reacts to him.
And although you don't feel horny, it slowly increases once the tiredness is gone and Yoongi's hands are all over your body. His morning raspy voice is definitely a turn on and his previous groping and kissing your skin definitely helped to the wetness between your legs.
He pushes past your folds, nestling his two fingers inside of you while he slowly pumps them, your mouth falling open at the nice feeling. With his mouth all over your neck and shoulder, you find yourself grinding against him, his own mouth leaving a gasp when your ass brushes against his cock. To your disappointment, he pulls his two digits out of you but it's replaced with excitement right after once he grabs your leg and hooks it over his hip. You know what follows next, your core already clenching in anticipation.
“You ready, kitten?” he asks, causing you to let out a huge breath.
“Yeah.” you manage to choke out, your voice thick with anticipation.
He reaches down, grabbing his cock as he leads himself between your legs, tip poking at your clit before he doesn't waste any more time in entering you. You moan out, toes curling at the lust flowing through your whole body, suddenly even more warmed up than before. Once he's fully nestled inside of you, he slowly pulls away just to push back. It's slow and sensual, opposite to the car and kitchen sex you had just a few hours ago. He's enjoying every stroke he makes, your walls clenching him tightly and welcoming him. His mouth stays pressed against your shoulder to prevent himself being too vocal, short gasps can be heard every now and then, filling your big bedroom.
One of your hands goes back, wrapping around his neck and clutching to the roots of his hair, while your other one is gripping your white sheets even more tightly.
“You're so good to me, mhmm, I could fuck you all the time,” he whispers dirty words into your ear, grazing his teeth at your earlobe before he continues. “Your cunt is sucking me right in, so fucking greedy. And you wanted to sleep, ha.”
He mocks you, enjoying how you're squirming in your spot every time his cock brushes at that one sensitive spot, leaving you speechless. He's so fucking cocky and your smart mouth is ready to tell him off, but once again, he manages to dominate you with only one single thrust and you're completely forgetting about it.
“So perfect, my wife,” he beams, gripping your thigh for more support as he picks up his pace. Your ego purrs at his words, hearing the love in them and you wish you could bring yourself to talk, but you can't. You're already trying too hard not to cum on spot, even though he's not fucking you. He's making love to you. And you don't want it to stop.
What's better than making love as a morning sex?
You're both too tired to fuck around as you usually do, and this feels perfect right now.
Your eyes are screwed shut, listening to your husband whispering all the nasty stuff and not forgetting to tell you how much he loves you. After all those months, years even, of being in a broken relationship, it feels like music to your ears. It's weird, times like these, not just him fucking you or making love to you, just being his old self makes all those hurtful memories go away. Even if it's just for some time being, you know you're going to make it. You're going to be fine.
With Yoongi picking up his pace even more, blanket falling off your connected and naked bodies, your stomach tickles with the need of release and you're close, gripping Yoongi's hair so hard that you hear him grunt, chasing his own orgasm.
“Fuck,” he groans, your walls tightening around him making it harder for him to move more swiftly. You're so close.
“Fuck?”
It takes a whole couple of seconds for the both of you to acknowledge that the soft voice doesn't belong to either of you. But once the both of you freeze, Yoongi's cock still inside of you and very hard, your own body sweating at the orgasm denial, you open your eyes.
Your own meeting a pair of very innocent and confused ones. Your son is standing between the door frame, his hair completely messy and yellow monkey pajamas crinkled. His eyes are widened, no longer filled with tiredness as he cocks his head to the side in confusion.
Automatically, the both of you quickly jump off from each other, reaching for the huge blanket to cover your naked bodies. It all happens so fast and before you can fully realize it, there's Hoseok standing behind him with the same shock written over his face.
This can't be happening.
No.
What the fuck.
“Jehu, what are you doing here?” you ask, trying to act completely normal while clutching the blanket to your naked chest.
You're so fucking embarrassed, your cheeks burning while you can't even look at Hoseok. From your peripheral view, you can see Yoongi's naked chest but he managed to cover his crotch with the same blanket.
“I woke up.” he answers cutely, fumbling his eyes with a small fist, completely oblivious that his parents are completely naked.
“Come on, Jeje. Let's go watch Pikachu,” Hoseok manages to speak up, his own cheeks completely red once you finally look at him.
Luckily, Jehu happily runs away, completely forgetting about the two of you or the bad word he heard. Thanks to Hoseok. You take a glance at Yoongi, who's not even sparing a glance at his friend, who seems to be awfully quiet. But when you look back at him, you understand why.
Instead of the first shock and red cheeks, you're met with a smirk and twitching eyebrows. “So, you guys finally made up?” he asks, cockily crossing arms over his chest and he even leans against the door frame. Not planning to leave anytime soon, until you answer him.
“Oh, fuck off.” Yoongi is the first one to speak up, not in the mood for some teasing.
“Hey! Don't be sassy with me! I just saw her ass and your balls!” he exclaims, causing you to automatically gasp in embarrassment before you cover your face with your hands.
“You did not! I managed to cover myself!” Yoongi exclaims back, pointing a warning finger at his friend who only smugly smirks.
“Not quick enough, you horn dog.” Your friend snorts, not making the embarrassment easier for you, obviously enjoying the way you're shifting in your spot while Yoongi gives him the hardest glare he can manage this early in the morning.
“What are you still doing here? Want me to flash you with my cock as well?” Yoongi sneers, his name falling out of your mouth at his bluntness but he only smirks when Hoseok uncomfortably coughs and straightens himself.
“No, thank you,” he answers, his neck reddening with each second causing you to push back a giggle. “I'm gonna-- Jeje, where are you?” he stutters over his words, leaving the both of you laughing at his flustered expression you managed to see before he quickly scurried away.
Looking up at Yoongi, you see his gummy smile while his shoulders shake in pure amusement and you can't help but join him.
You're going to be okay.
