Oh Fuck

20

When we had finished showering, we dried ourselves off and changed into shirts and boxers in our adjoining room. We kept glancing at each other and I realized that what Yoongi had said about familiarity was true. The closer we got physically, the less inhibitions and fear of contact there were.

The way we were grinning at each other right now, we probably really did seem like a real couple. Yoongi took my hand and pulled me into bed, where he took me in his arms and I relaxed and snuggled up to him.

We didn't talk about what had just happened, it was late by now and I was tired.

But I couldn't deny that I felt more than just comfortable, safe and secure in his embrace. I had always liked Yoongi a lot, but now... Was it still just liking? The sexual attraction between us was undeniable by now, but what else did I feel?

And even if I did feel something for him, how did he feel about it? Wasn't I just the forced partner he had to come to terms with and the sexual aspect was just the reward, the icing on the cake that sweetened his misery a little?

Despite my tiredness, all these thoughts kept me from sleeping, which Yoongi also noticed, as I must have sighed slightly in frustration.

"Can't you sleep?" he asked me straight away and I sighed again.

"No, hyung." I just said, not wanting to tell him about all my annoying thoughts.

"When are you going to stop calling me hyung? We're married, you don't have to call me that anymore." he said with a grin.

"What else should I call you then? Yeobo seems so strange to me..." I said somewhat unimaginatively.

"What does your mother call your father?" he then asked, amused, and I immediately had to grin; he certainly wouldn't want to be called that.

"Pabo..."

My answer made us both giggle, I'm sure he was expecting some kind of creative pet name.

"And yours?" I wanted to know.

"Hey you there..." we laughed again, both our mothers were probably not the affectionate type, or both our fathers were simply not to be taken seriously... probably both were true.

"Okay, as long as you can't think of anything, you can just call me Yoongi." he then suggested and that was at least a suggestion I could come to terms with. Even if it was strange to suddenly talk to him informally. After all, I respected him a lot. But he was right, it was otherwise strange in public.

As we lay there snuggled up together, he kept stroking my hair, gently caressing my scalp with his fingertips, which made me slowly close my eyes until I finally fell asleep with a warm feeling in my stomach.

I woke up the next morning to feel little kisses all over the right side of my neck, which, apart from giving me goose bumps, also tickled me a lot.

Laughing, I opened my eyes to find Yoongi lying on top of me, his face buried against my neck.

"Stop it, Yoongi... I can't breathe." I gasped, still giggling, because he just wouldn't let go of me and, on the contrary, found it funny to make me suffer like this.

So I launched a counter-attack and ran my hands under his shirt, tickling his sides.

Due to the surprise effect, he jerked his head up and looked at me with amusement.

"I'm not as sensitive as you." he said with a mischievous grin and grabbed me by the wrists, then pulled my arms up and held them above my head before looking at me triumphantly.

"Now I've caught you... what should I do with you now?" he asked, brooding playfully, and I paused, spellbound.

Swallowing hard, I looked at him; he had never been as hot for me as he was at that moment. I was completely helpless under him, unable to defend myself or move and he had complete control over me. I had never gotten so hard so quickly, a few seconds before we had been laughing...

As he was lying on top of me, he naturally noticed my sudden arousal and smiled mischievously at me. He clearly liked the effect he was having on me. A thought occurred to me that turned me on even more on the spot and without shyness I spoke out the only wish I had at the moment.

"Tie me up, Yoongi..."