Foul Line - myg

Chapter 8

I'm abruptly awoken by a loud thump coming from my bathroom. I start making sense of my surroundings, and when I notice the other half of my bed is also unmade and empty, everything comes flooding back.

Did I really have sex with Yoongi last night? I think the beers gave me a sudden boost of confidence, and the fact that I hadn't been close with someone in so long was slowly catching up to me.

But then again, do I regret it?

"Is everything okay in there?" I yell, propping myself up on my forearms and ruffling my hair.

"Yeah! Sorry, just dropped the bottle of hand soap!"

Yoongi comes out of the bathroom wearing just his boxers, his hair is messy and his eyes are puffy. He sits on the bed next to me and neither of us say anything at first, but the silence isn't necessarily awkward, more like obvious.

"Your bed's really comfortable, by the way. I slept great" He tells me, patting the mattress. "Oh, thanks, it was kind of expensive, actually" "Yeah, I can tell, I mean it-"

"Do you regret what happened last night?"

I can tell my question caught him completely off guard because he almost choked on his own saliva and looked at me like a deer in the headlights.

"What? No, no, no. I mean, do you?" he's stumbling through his words, but I can sense the sincerity in them.

"No, neither. I mean, I enjoyed it, I hope you did too"

"Yeah, I did, you were great" He rubs the back of his neck and I feel a small smile creeping its way onto my face. "Thanks. So nothing's weird right?"

"No! Of course not" he reassures me "I still think it's a fucking great idea" he slowly leans into me, looking at my lips.

"I need to shower, my shift starts in just over an hour" I get off the bed and strut to the bathroom but feel him following behind me "Now what are you doing Min Yoongi?" I spin on my heels to face him.

"I'm showering with you"

I raise my eyebrows at him cockily "And who said you could join me?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to save you money on your water bill" He lifts his arms up sarcastically and looks at me pretending to be naive.

I strip off my underwear and turn the shower on, and before I can realize, a naked Yoongi has pushed me inside the shower and against the cold tile wall with his lips hovering over mine, making me yelp in shock when the water hits my body.

Seriously, what is it with this guy and surprise attacks?

We stare at each other for a few seconds before simultaneously crashing our lips together, hands roaming the other's body as water glides down our skin. He grabs my right thigh and brings it to wrap around his waist and trails sloppy kisses from the corner of my mouth down to my breasts, giving some extra attention to my nipples. The feeling of his hands on me, of his lips on my skin, of the warm water embracing us, it's pure bliss.

I grab his chin to pull him back up to kiss me, take his length in my hand and start jerking him off. He groans into my mouth and tightens his grip on my waist, seemingly becoming more and more dominant with each move I make. I can't lie, guys who are dominant and confident in bed are my fucking weakness; a couple of right moves and I'm putty in their hands.

Almost as if he's listening to my thoughts, Yoongi wraps his hand around my neck and pushes his length inside me in a single strong thrust, his other hand working in circles on my clit. My moaning instantly gets louder, more high pitched, more desperate. He starts thrusting into me faster and deeper, my body practically slamming into the wall behind me at such force that I fear it might break.

"God, you're so fucking tight" he growls, and it's like music to my ears. I can't tell if it's just how he's making me feel or whether the shower steam has gotten to my head, but a sudden wave of confidence runs through me.

"Choke me harder"

I'm not usually the one doing the dirty talking in my sex life, but I just can't help myself. It all feels too good right now and I want more, and more, and more.

My words have a delightful effect on him, as he tightens his grip on my throat and looks me dead in the eyes. He pulls out agonizingly slowly only to slam into me again so hard it makes me scream out his name followed by a string of swear words, making it known that I'm so close to climaxing.

His thrusts get sloppy and messy, but they still hit perfectly, and I know he's about to cum too. I dig my nails into his back, surely leaving marks afterwards, and earning a loud moan from him. Pain kink? This guy never ceases to surprise me.

"Fuck" he whines into my ear "Cum for me"

Those words alone are enough to make electricity rush through my body, and I hit an orgasm so strong I'm surprised I didn't slip and fall onto the shower floor. I tighten my walls impossibly hard around his length and he reaches his peak, shooting his load inside me. We ride out our orgasms together, panting heavily and letting the water wash the feeling over us.

Yoongi helps me back on my feet properly and grabs the bottle of grapefruit shower gel, squirting some onto his hand and softly rubbing it on my shoulders.

"Slowly getting the kinky side out of you I see" he jokingly winks at me.

I chuckle at his attempt to be seductive, even though he most definitely was just minutes ago "You don't know the half of it, Min"

I take some more shower gel and motion for him to turn around so I can rub it on his back, and I take a second to admire the red stripes I left all over it "We said this was a judgement-free arrangement, Mia. I intend to keep it that way"

His words are reassuring, and they make me excited to try new things in bed with him. I guess I never knew how much I missed having sex regularly until now, and it's even better since I know we're both in it for the same reason: to satisfy each other's desires without expecting more to develop from it. No fear of getting dumped, cheated on, or lied to.

We finish washing up and step out of the shower to dry ourselves. I rummage through my dresser and throw on a black V-neck with some black skinny jeans, and put my hair up into a ponytail. Our work dress code doesn't leave much to the imagination.

"Do you wanna hang out again after work tomorrow?" Yoongi asks me while we lace up our shoes "my place this time"

"Sounds good to me" I reply, grabbing my bag and jacket from the entrance hanger.

"Great! see you tomorrow then" As he walks past me, he playfully slaps my ass before heading out of my apartment.