You felt spent, like you had just completed an IronMan - but it was a pleasant, near spiritual feeling. There had been a burning need that had scorched through your every fiber, and now it was gone and replaced with what felt like warm honey. You didn't want to open your eyes yet, you just wanted to feel everything your body was going through, even the sharp, hot pulse of your skin from where the ropes had been.
You felt the bed shift beside you, and then a breath swept over your ear.
"How was that?" Yoongi whispered.
"How was what? I don't know what the fuck just happened."
You thought you heard him chuckle, but then you definitely felt his lips press softly over your shoulder. Fuck it was amazing how sensitive your skin was - how much the simplest of gestures made your insides squeal.
"Was that good for you too?" you breathed, although you didn't honestly care. In ten minutes you might care, but right now all words were just formalities.
"It was fine." His words were meant to be less than praise, but you could tell from his voice he was only trying to put you on. Regardless, you shot a hand blindly in his direction, and made contact somewhere over his ribs.
"Hey now," he laughed, then bounced himself into a comfortable position beside you.
You rolled towards him, finding his torso in your choice blindness then draped your arm over him, resting your head over his chest.
"I hope you're a cuddler," you announced. "Cuz today I am."
"Yeah," his voice was lazy and his chest rumbled as he spoke. "It's cool." You felt fingers over your forehead, as he swept away some of your strands and brushed the rest over your shoulder. It was nice to be touched. Fuck, it was nice to be touched by him. You felt like you could stay like this for hours - if only the heat was forgiving enough to give you that much time.
When your post-coital haze had near subsided, you opened your eyes to find him looking down at you. He was... incredible. One arm propped his head up against the headboard while the other still danced mindlessly over where he could touch you. His hair tousled, but of course it was from sex, so it somehow only looked better. And the way he looked over you, watched you - how the edges of his usually sharp lips had relaxed, and his eyes seemed to for once find satiation. The whole image you awoke to made your heart skip a beat.
"Hi," you smiled meekly.
"Hey."
You felt how his chest softly pounded beneath your cheek, and listened closely to its calming thrum. It could have lulled you to sleep, but you weren't willing to miss a single moment of this. "Your heartbeat is funny."
He sniffed out a smile. "Your heartbeat is funny."
"Maybe. Is it always this calm or does it race when you get excited?"
"Yeah, it does. That's such a weird question."
"Well, I don't know what kinda hearts your folk have."
"There the same as yours, just... lower BPM."
"Cool. I'll look up what BPM means later."
"Ugh, Y/N," he sighed and you grinned.
"So, what is sex with a succubus like?"
He quirked his head, a little surprised by the sudden change in subject, or that you wanted to broach the subject at all.
"You feeling insecure?"
You shrugged, "a little bit."
"Well, don't. I mean, yeah it's great, but it's different."
