#o_________________o

"Stop--stop," you pant.

The hand Yoongi's got down your panties freezes. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sweaty."

"And?" He challenges. You bristle with embarrassment, because sitting on his lap is nice and all but did he have to be so sexy about it? No consideration from him at all. The nerve.

“I just--haven’t showered and like, I’m really sticky down there and it probablysmellsweird.”

Yoongi processes your explanation. He just looks at you, and you look at him, and he’s getting pretty sweaty too, actually. The fan in the corner of living room does little to dispel the heat despite being on high.

“I want your pussy,” he answers quietly, and curls a finger up and down your labia. He swipes his tongue on your lip, swallowing your inhibitions down that glistening throat. “Will you let me taste?”