#ksmutlcub

“Yoongi?”

He looks at you, feels his face flushing. “I’m done,” he says, and it comes out more gruff than he means it to. He takes your arm gently.

Your amber eyes are wide, looking up at him, and it makes his heart clench.

“They’re just curious, Yoongi,” you try to comfort him, and he squeezes your arm a bit tighter, tugging you with him toward the dressing room.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to say, it makes his heart clench, how you’re defending them. He can’t do anything but feel how strongly he loves you.

Once you’re in the dressing room he pushes you up against the door to close it, kissing you hard and hungry, one hand cupping your face, brushing a thumb across your cheek.

You return his passion, you always do, melting against him, arching your back so that your breasts press against his chest.

Yoongi nips at your bottom lip and you laugh a little, and the sound makes him feel lighter.

He's unbuttons your pants, tugs them down to your ankles impatiently. 

Yoongi takes in a sharp breath, kissing along your stomach, slipping his tongue under the waistband of your panties.

"Yoongi," you say breathlessly, "what's gotten into you?"

"Just want you," he mumbles. "Want to taste you." 

"Oh fuck," you mutter as he spreads your thighs, rough and impatient.

***

You expect him to bury his face in your pussy, latch on to your clit, but instead he kisses your inner thighs, soft, not leaving marks, making your skin tingle.

"Yoongi," you whimper, and he looks up at you, eyes dark and half lidded.

"Love your skin." His voice is muffled against your thigh. "So soft."

Your heart swells, thinking of all the comments, about how it wasn't just that you weren't Korean it's that you're Indian instead, how your skin contrasts with his, how different you are. 

You had tried not to think about it, the comments, but you'd found yourself reading them late at night in the hotel bed while Yoongi slept. You know that’s not how he feels, you know that he’s never thought of you as different or other, but other people’s words still hurt you, make you anxious.

You thread your fingers through his hair, humming softly in the back of your throat.

Encouraged, Yoongi sucks a gentle mark onto your thigh, sliding his long fingers through your slick, dipping two into you.

He pumps them into you slow and shallow, angling up just a bit and it sends the most delicious shock up your spine.

Your hips rock forward, his name slipping from your mouth over and over.

It's only when you're right at the edge that he presses his face in your cunt, moans against you before sucking your clit into his mouth, licking intermittently until you're biting down on your hand to keep from shouting.

"Yoongi, I'm gonna-" you gasp, and then it turns into a whine when he releases the suction.

He plants kisses along your thighs, dips his fingers deeper for a few strokes before removing them. 

When he slides into you a few moments later, lifting you up against the door by your hips, he kisses you slow and deep before pressing his forehead to yours.

"I love you," he murmurs, and your breath catches in your throat.

It isn’t the first time you’ve heard it, him murmuring it into the skin of your throat or telling you on the phone when you can’t visit him on tour, but it seems more intense now, with him inside you, with him looking into your eyes.

"I love you, too,” you say softly, and it’s only when you respond that he starts to move inside you.

“It’s just you and me, yeah?” 

You nod, tears springing to your eyes. 

“Nobody else matters,” he mutters, fucking you slow and deep, his hands sliding down your waist and hips. 

You nod again, loving him so much in that moment that you feel like you might burst.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He moves a hand to cup your face, kissing you, sloppier and hungrier this time as he fucks you, your back sliding up the wall, and you can’t help crying out when pleasure jolts through you. 

You put a hand to your mouth to muffle it and he moves it away.

“Be as loud as you want, sweet girl. I want them all to hear you,” he says, voice low and fierce, and you let out a long moan.

“Yoongi,” you whine. “Yoongi, I want to cum.”

His hips move faster, and he kisses along your jawline. “Cum with me, sweet girl, I’m so close. You’re so tight and perfect.” 

You can’t stop moaning his name, the flurry of kisses he drops all over your face and mouth makes your heart clench, makes everything so intense because you love him love him love him and when you finally cum it’s so intense it makes you dizzy, him groaning against your neck and spilling into you.

He doesn’t pull out, keeps looking into your eyes, the ghost of a smile on his face. “It’s you and me,” he says again, as if it’s important, as if he can make you feel how much he loves you with just those words.