You woke to the feeling of Yoongi's large hands moving over your waist, gathering you to him and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You had rolled over at some point in the night and your back was now to him, his chest pressed against it as he nosed at your shoulder, pushing at your hair until his lips grazed the skin at your neck.
"Good morning gorgeous," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. You hummed in reply and pressed back against him happily, smiling with your eyes still closed.
"Morning Yoongi," you mumbled.
He continued to kiss your neck lazily, his hand pulling the hem of the long shirt that you wore up so his fingertips could trace lightly over your thigh and stomach, tracing patterns on your skin. He sighed, his breath blowing lightly over your neck.
"You have no idea how nice it is to wake up next to someone as hot as you after a good night's sleep," he murmured with a chuckle, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke.
"Of course I do," you replied. "I woke up next to you."
He laughed breathily and moved a bit, giving you room to roll onto your back and look up at him. His hand was still resting beneath the shirt you wore and he slowly drew it up, his fingers trailing over your skin until you leaned forward enough for him to pull it off over your head.
He tossed the shirt onto the floor and looked down at you, his eyes roving over your body as he placed his hand on your waist. You felt your breasts tighten with the sudden chill of the air and Yoongi's hand slid up your side and across your ribs, up over your chest to carefully cup one, his thumb brushing over the pert nipple. You shivered beneath his touch and he leaned down to kiss your jaw as he repeated his action.
"Sensitive girl," he murmured against your skin.
You just moved your face so you could capture his lips with yours, kissing him softly as he massaged your chest with his careful hand. You let your own hands drift beneath his shirt, brushing over the soft expanse of his skin, his small waist, soft tummy and broad chest all at the tips of your fingers.
You tugged his shirt up, eager to have no fabric between your chests. He reached back and pulled it over his head tossing it to the floor to meet your own and returning down to kiss you again. Your hands rushed to meet his swaths of perfect porcelain skin, trailing lightly up his back and over his shoulders to trace the planes of his chest. He pulled away from your kiss at one point to catch your hand when it strayed too long over his ribs, a giggle escaping him.
"Tickles," he breathed, his eyes scrunched shut.
"You're fuckin cute," you replied, trailing your hand back up his chest.
The morning lightly coming in through the window danced over his bare skin, catching in his messy platinum hair and lighting up his sleepy face. He was bracing himself over you, looking down at you in confusion, his dark eyes soft and fathomless.
"What?" He asked, as your eyes gazed at him.
"God just - fuck Yoongi," you murmured, trailing your fingers over his shoulder and down his bicep.
"Get back down here and kiss me," you ordered. He chuckled.
"Yes ma'am," he replied jokingly, pressing himself down against you to kiss you again.
This time you pulled him down against you, squirming beneath him until your body was pressed against his, your hands sliding down his back to pull his hips against yours. Yoongi gasped and hesitated when he felt you press against him, hard in his underwear, his hips jerking back. You just pulled back from his lips with a smack, frowning at him.
