My Light | sope

[15.]

A/n: this is your second and final smut warning! Getting to the good stuff now :)

Yoongi

Light shines through my eyelids as I begin to wake, my mind blank at first, before last nights events flash before me. After I saw Hobi with that girl, I only remember darkness, and then the feeling of him slapping me, and then the pills, and the crying—

I frantically look around for him now, as he's not on the bed with me. Just as I believe he's left again, he walks through my bedroom door with a towel around his head, drying off his hair.

"You're up!" He smiles, dropping the towel, climbing into bed and hugging me.

"You stayed-" I start.

"Of course I did," he takes my hands into his. "I wouldn't lie to you."

I blush, finally having the one thing I've been seeking for all these months. It feels surreal. I rub small circles into the palm of his hands. We both look at our connected hands, just taking in the moment.

Hobi suddenly lets go, and places his hands on my shoulders, and I place mine on top. He slides them up and down my arms slowly, leading my own hands with them. He then slides off my forearm onto my thigh. I look up at him, him at me.

It feels like the entire world lights up when his lips plant on mine.

The kiss is immediately hungry, needy even. His tongue immediately enters my mouth, and I gladly accept. It's a passionate kiss, as we've been waiting for this for ages. His arms go around my waist, pulling me even closer. The touch of his lips lights me on fire, sparks shooting through my entire body. I cup his face in my hand. He deepens the kiss further, his tongue sliding further into my throat, causing a small moan to escape my lips. I can feel him smile at the sound. He obviously takes dominance as he gently pushes me down, now kissing me as he hovers on top of me. He breaks the kiss, moving to my neck. I run my hands along his back, and he leaves me to take his shirt off, exposing his toned muscles and abs. Wow, dancing pays off, I bite my lip.

"Kitten," he starts.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" He raises an eyebrow. All I can do is nod. I don't know what I could ever want more than I want him right now.

"Hobi, I need to clean up if we want to—"

"Let me."

He leaves and comes back from the store with a item from our very special section.

"Are you ready?" He asks me gently. I nod. He pulls down my pants and my underwear, exposing my already hardening dick. He puts my legs up and uses his hand to plant himself on my thigh. He squeezes and I close my eyes at the unfamiliar feeling. Not uncomfortable, but new. He wipes the excess with a towel.

"We need to be gentle now," he looks into my eyes. I take my shirt off finally, now fully exposed for him.

"I can take it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do for you."

He nods, looking down and biting his lip. He slowly but surely inserts a finger into my entrance, causing my groin to harden even further. I let out a small yelp of pleasure at the feeling.