When are you free?

It started a few weeks ago when he, Hobi and Jin had been having late night drinks before Jin enlisted next month. He'd been a little drunk and admitted that he was a breast man and the teasing had been fairly merciless since. Of course, they'd known each other for years and even things like that were common knowledge between them but he'd never been so open about it before. The others all appreciated a great rack too but it didn't seem to bother Jin at all when Yoongi made jokes about Jin wanting an ass he can sink his fingers into and Hobi just dissolved into giggles if anyone mentioned his fascination with thighs. But they went out of their way now to point out every decent pair of breasts they could without it being obvious. Within their limitations of idols of course but they always found a way.

He'd seen lots of breasts before of course. Not as many in real life as he would've hoped for at his age, working too hard and long, putting barriers in his way. A ton on screen when he was by himself, heaps of cleavage peeking over tops at concerts as ARMY danced around but he tended to move his eyes quickly along in those situations in case the camera caught him looking for too long.

Then there were the ones that surrounded him the most. Off limit ones of noona and other women employed in his world, tucked away behind high necklines that actually left things to the imagination if he even bothered going there. But one thing they usually were was not large. A DNA thing, body types in Korea were generally small and so were that particular asset he admired, mostly from a distance.

But here, overseas, they were everywhere. In your face, advertising campaigns in underwear splashed across billboards. Dresses with V necklines that plunged to belly buttons. The occasional large bra thrown on stage and whisked away by security before any of them tripped on it or even saw it. But he saw everything from his place at the back, more than happy for the maknae line to steal the limelight most of the time, bearing the weight of the rumours and intensity that came with that attention.

That's probably why he noticed her. Because he was hovering at the back of the group, letting the throng and crazy noise flood around him from the safety of the security team. They were doing a photo shoot in a semi public place and it was a little insane, he was looking around to distract himself while he waited for his turn. She was wearing a simple outfit of jeans, boots, oversized sweatshirt that was baggy enough to hide her body but not her breasts which sat out in front of her, drawing his eye. Not that she was aiming for that, you could see she was dressing for herself and noone else, casual and easy. Don't ask how he knew that, he just could tell that she was confident in herself and didn't need people to admire her. Not that he made a habit of ogling women. As an idol they were trained to avert their eyes to avoid any situations that could paint them in a bad light. But these were perfect, not so big she would topple over if she leaned forward but big enough that they would overflow his hands if he took them in his grasp. Which he realised he wanted to do as he watched her gracefully move around and once Yoongi got an idea in his head, he wanted to see it to the end.

He had no idea why she was here, what role she was filling in the people working around them but she had a pen in her mouth, popping it there when her hands were busy holding some books that he recognised as one they had been writing as a surprise for ARMY, lips holding it in place and his mind went there, thinking about what else she could wrap her lips around. Hobi followed his gaze with his own eyes and got Jin's attention with a laugh, both watching Yoongi watch her.

"The perfect handful Yoongi-ah," Jin said, elbowing him in the side. Yoongi remained silent, looking out the side of his eyes at her as she moved through the people. Her hair was tied up, a loose bun at the base of her head, short hair spilling to frame her face and neck looking long, elegant, supremely kissable. He might be a breast man but he could appreciate the whole package and she was pretty. More than pretty even, alluring. Something about her drew the eyes of those around, more than just members noticing her. People did a double take, staff and security had seen her too and she was getting more than her share of looks to which she seemed blissfully unaware.

"You have competition though," Hobi said, eyeing Namjoon who was watching her walk, following with his eyes before quickly flicking them away when he realised he'd gotten caught up. Namjoon was an eyes man, the window to the soul and all that. They all appreciated the beautiful and varied eyes they saw when they were travelling but from this distance it was hard to make out hers.

"What are we looking at," Jungkook said as he rolled up next to them, starting to do squats to pass the time but his eyes followed theirs and he grinned.

"Ah, yes. She smells fuckin' epic."

Yoongi turned his head to look at Jungkook for a moment, side eyeing him and he grinned again. "Not my type Yoongi," he said, raising an eyebrow and he went back to looking. They all knew what Kook's type was, happily coupled up in a relationship for years, kept off camera for obvious reasons. "But I still noticed she smelled amazing. Like, clean."

"Clean," Jin spluttered out. "I should hope everyone smelled clean," and Jungkook blushed a little at his teasing.

"You know what I mean Jin hyung. Like fresh laundry, not like an overpowering smell of flowers or anything."

"I thought she smelled sweet," Jimin said, coming up to join them, plonking himself onto Yoongi's lap as there weren't any spare seats. "I'm assuming we're talking about the woman over there with the cute sweatshirt and large breasts? Just your type Yoongi."

"How do you even know that," Yoongi asked since he hadn't been with them when they were drinking.

"We've lived together for a decade hyung and I watch all of the members. Of course I know what or who you're attracted to." He raised his eyebrows and gave them a wiggle. "You should say hello."

"Absolutely fuckin' not," he answered, pushing Jimin off his lap as he stretched but he stood up and walked over to the table that was set up with snacks and drinks for them, making himself a coffee. Staff would've done it for him if he'd asked but he wanted to move closer to where she was standing and do it himself.

She passed him, looking down at something in her hand but he had the chance to inhale and to him, she smelt warm, like cinnamon and all the good holidays that made him smile. Stirring a coffee, he sipped it before sauntering back, standing in front of the group of members that were gathered together until Jungkook noticed and gave him his seat, plonking himself on Jimin instead as they scuffled for a perch on the same chair. He continued to watch her as she flitted around, smiling and interacting with everyone who she came across, a sexy kind of easy confidence rolling off her.

Sunlight started to stream through the window and he watched as it hit her face causing her to tilt it a little to avoid her eyes, exposing her long, pale neck. Now as it cast a line, dividing her face from light to dark, diagonally slicing it in two, it hit her lips, lighting them up. It made them glow, highlighting what looked like tiny drops of dew coating and making them moist. Even thinking that word made him need to lean forward, reaching for his sweatshirt to hold in his lap and disguise his bodies growing interest.

"Go and talk to her hyung," Jimin whispered, from where he sat next to him. Yoongi shook his head. Initiating things was not his style at all, stepping out of his comfort zone was very low on the list of things Yoongi wanted to do to embarrass himself.

"You know you'll regret it if you don't. It always works out for me."

"That's because you're you Jimin-ah and the world loves you." Jimin blushed a little at the compliment, hitting his arm as he fell all over Yoongi's lap laughing. It caused enough of a commotion that she looked their way and then she kept looking, staring even. Jimin righted himself and looking between the woman and where Yoongi now looked down at his feet.

"She's not looking at me right now hyung," he whispered into Yoongi's ear. "She's looking at you like she hopes you meet her eyes and never look away. And she looks hungry."

"How could you possibly know that Jimin," Yoongi, said, glancing at Jimin but avoiding looking her way.

"Not for food Yoongi hyung," he said in a low voice and Yoongi was taken back at his words, instantly needing to see what Jimin had noticed.

There was an intensity in her eyes, Jimin was right and she was looking at him with that expression, no-one else. His face flushed as he looked away.

"Looks like a sure bet to me hyung," Jimin said with a grin, watching it all play out but not making a scene to alert the other members and Yoongi was glad for that. Because he didn't want anyone else to steal her attention and he knew Taehyung and Jin were visual perfection and any woman would be sure to sway in their direction if they appeared. Was she ARMY, did she know who he was? He looked back and she was still looking at him, not even hiding it and it emboldened him to hold her gaze. It didn't even feel that difficult, the divide across the room disappearing as they sunk into each other. And she took the step first, walking their way.

"Shit, here she comes hyung," Jimin managed to get out before Yoongi smacked him in the stomach, sitting up straight as she appeared in front of them. A manager stood quickly to intervene and he shook his head, looking back at her as she gave out a very short greeting.

"Hey."

His mouth dropped open and he realised he was probably gaping but words didn't come out for a moment. It was almost as if the perfect person he'd created in his mind had stepped out of it and into reality. There was nothing fancy about the clothes she wore, the way she had her hair or the word she spoke. It was just everything rolled together and cemented by the way his body reacted when she was there in front of him, smelling like warmth. He shook himself out of the stupor that he knew the members would tease him about later. Because, out of the corner of his eye, he could see they were now all watching the scene playing out in front of them.

"Ah, hey." Stellar response, definitely going to be teased mercilessly.

"You know, I was watching you. At first I thought I knew you from somewhere and then I realised where it was from."

He sighed a little internally, preparing for the words that would bring it back to BTS and him being an idol, knowing he should've realised she was ARMY.

"The airport right? You landed earlier today. I saw you then and I've thought about you since, a lot actually. The fact we're working together has to mean something, that we're in the same place at the same time. So, I had to come say hello."

"Oh. Oh. Yes, we landed here this morning and..." Yoongi stopped talking and she said nothing, watching him as she pursed her lips. Somehow she seemed to know she needed to wait him out, let him decide what he wanted to say. "I don't think I want to make small talk right now with you."

"Well, if you're busy, I understand, you do look like you have lots going on," she said looking around it all the people and cameras, smiling as the genuineness and ease of her personality flowed over her features. "I just thought, you were watching me and there seemed to be some kind of thing-"

-yeah, there was. That's why we'll just skip the small talk and jump straight to the part where we say here's my number and let's have a coffee." He'd interrupted, leaning forward to speak quickly and quietly but they were on borrowed time, staff now getting very fidgety at the interaction, and for some reason, he knew she'd understand.

She looked him up and down for a moment, he held his breath although tried to act nonchalant as he did before she reached into her handbag, handing him a business card which he took. They both deliberately made sure their hands touched as it was passed across, caressing the skin briefly on each other. Yeah, she was exactly what he wanted, needed. And the way she nodded at him with an eyebrow raise, didn't even say goodbye, just turned her back and walked away. Not pretending to sway her hips to get his attention, or whispering cute things to make sure he'd remember her. They both knew he'd remember her and call before the day was over.

The back of his hand still tingled with the one very smooth stroke she'd left there. Such a small movement to set his cock twitching. It didn't make sense but if he could react like that to a tiny touch, imagine how his body would react if he was gliding above her, making her body arch under his with every stroke inside her. Faaaaaa-ck, now he was thinking too many thoughts that he couldn't deal with in the here and now.

Turning the card over a few times once she had disappeared from his view, he finally took in the words on it. She worked for a publishing company and her name, Marley.

"My gosh hyung, what did you just do?" Jimin had been sitting on the edge of his seat, trying to keep his mouth from falling open at the strange exchange.

"Shot my shot, it worked, we'll see what happens from here," he said, shrugging his shoulders like it wasn't a big deal. But internally he was grinning from ear to ear.

Jimin dropped to his knees, giving a huge bow. "I will attempt to learn the way of the master."

"Get up you idiot," he said, pulling Jimin to his feet. But he smiled as he did and didn't stop for the rest of the afternoon which was commented on relentlessly by the others. However, he didn't really notice, focusing on Marley from a distance as she moved amongst the crowd, casting looks from time to time and always finding his eyes on her when she did. And the afternoon didn't drag at all, for either of them.

He waited three hours, card burning a hole in his pocket until he was home and undisturbed before he could make the call in peace. As it rang, Yoongi lay back against the pillow on his bed, stretching his legs out to cross at the ankles.

"Hello," came the voice he recognised from earlier.

"Marley, it's me." He hadn't given her his name earlier but he was hoping he was right when she seemed to recognise his voice.

"Well, hello," she said, an undefined rustling noise in the background.

"Am I interrupting something," he asked, hoping the answer was a resounding no.

"No, I'm just climbing into bed to get comfortable," she answered and he rolled his eyes. Marley in bed? Yeah, this call was already turning into exactly the call he had been waiting for all afternoon.

"Nice," he answered. "I'm in bed too," and she hummed in response, the sound something he'd like her to make if her mouth was wrapped around his length. Just the thought of it sent the blood south and he was already hardening.

"I've thought about you all day," he said, not beating around the bush. There didn't seem to be any point when he was sure it had been very obvious he was attracted to her.

"An interesting way to pass the time," Marley answered, not admitting that she had been thinking of him too. She'd found out his name, the intensity of his eyes hard to miss, the instant connection known by both of them.

"You have no idea," he laughed, the scenarios that had played out in his mind keeping him very busy and very charged all day.

"Maybe I do," she replied, thinking she hadn't been able to get comfortable all day, her body betraying her as arousal pooled in her stomach. Something that hadn't happened for a while when she thought of a guy and definitely not this quickly without any real conversation.

"When shall we meet up," he asked, launching straight in. She could say no which he didn't think she would but he'd be foolish not to ask. He wanted to see her again. Actually he just wanted her, not used to feeling the pull quite this strongly when he met someone for the first time.

"What are you thinking? Coffee, movie, dinner, my place, your place?"

"Yes," he answered and she laughed.

"Maybe we could fit all that into one evening but I have a feeling you're pretty busy. When are you free?"

"Now," he said, looking at the time. They'd finished up at dinner time and he'd come straight to the hotel, skipping eating in favour of getting back to one of the places he felt the most relaxed, away from prying eyes, shut away in a hotel room. It felt familiar no matter what city they were in. His studio back home was the other place he could lose himself comfortably.

"Oh, I mean, right now? OK, yes," Marley answered, aware that waiting wasn't something she wanted to do either but surprised at the fact they were on the same page. It all seemed inevitable somehow that something was building for them.

"Great, dinner then your place or dinner at my hotel?"

"I've actually eaten Yoongi-ssi," she said, using his name for the first time. "But a coffee at your hotel sounds good."

"It won't keep you up all night if you have a coffee now," he asked and her laughter punched him in the stomach when she followed it up with a simple and straight to the point sentence.

"I'm kind of hoping it does."

She arrived in a haze of perfume and pretty, soft fabrics, knocking on his hotel room door an hour later, enough time to jump in the shower and get herself as fresh as she could, giving herself a light dusting of makeup before she drove to his complex. Walking in, he knew she wasn't leaving, at least anytime soon. There was a pheromone floating in the air and he didn't know if it came off him or her or the mixture of them being in the same place at the same time but it kick started his body and his eyes already felt heavy with want before she'd even said anything.

He'd obviously had a shower too, hair damp and falling a little around his shoulders in light waves, long in style and she thought for a moment how good he'd look if it was tied up in a man bun or falling over his face as he leaned over her. Either or both, she didn't mind which came first.

"I like that you could make it tonight," he said as he followed her in as she beelined for the couch, sinking down into it, leaving only one place next to her that he could sit.

"I liked that you asked me," she replied, blinking up at him as he stood over her before sitting down in the space she'd left, legs touching out of necessity, both feeling where they connected.

"It was a risk," he said, angling his body towards hers, dragged there by the gravitational pull that was her.

"It really wasn't," she laughed and he smiled at how easily she admitted that. It wouldn't have been a risk if it was reversed and she'd called him first. He was always going to say yes, some kind of allure calling to him but it was nice to know it wasn't a risk him asking her in the first place.

"So, coffee," she asked, tilting her head to look at him.

"Oh, are we actually doing coffee first Marley," he replied, surprised but teasing a little. He wasn't really thinking too far ahead yet apart from the part where they ended up in bed together. As long as that happened, he didn't mind what went first.

"Well, if we're staying up for most of the night, I might need coffee first," she said and her eyes said she was teasing a little but he was up and off the couch before she had time to say anymore. Rummaging through the hotel drinks options, he held a few up to show her.

"One of these or shall we order in?"

"I guess it depends on how long that will take," she said and he grimaced.

"Hotel coffee it is then, I'm not keen on waiting, especially when I know it will be incredibly enjoyable." He smirked at that and she caught a glimpse of it as he poured hot water into mugs, stirring them as he brought them over to the coffee table in front of where she was sitting.

"You don't know that yet," she said, reaching for the cup in front of her and he shook his head.

"Oh but I do because I'm actually very good and you look like you'd fit me like a glove."

She put the cup straight back down without taking a sip, taking in the look on his face as she bit her lip. It wasn't in a 'come hither' kind of way, she didn't even know she was doing it. She just didn't quite expect this level of confidence or the kind of compliment he'd just paid. If it was actually a compliment which is why she was biting it as her brain ticked over, trying to process his words.

"Interesting observation when you've only seen me with clothes on," she said, managing to sound a lot calmer than she was. Her heart rate was now spiking and she was definitely feeling the effects of the obvious attraction between them.

"Something we will remedy soon enough," he answered, serenely sipping on the drink in front of him. She might've put hers down but he did in fact need coffee, a hit of the bitter dark liquid to warm his veins, hide his nerves, give him a moment before everything went down. He hadn't even kissed her yet but it was inevitable and he was champing at the bit to get down to it. She couldn't tell that though by the calm demeanour he was putting out, something he was very good at.

"So, shall we talk for a bit," he asked as he sipped. "What do you like doing?"

"You probably," she answered and he spluttered a little on the mouthful, resting it back on a coaster as he swallowed and then laughed.

"Sounds like we might like doing the same things."

"Oh? You like doing you too?" She was teasing him, enjoying this, the edging with words the kind of non touch foreplay she liked.

"If there are no other options and it's been a while then I am well acquainted with my hand but I much prefer someone elses."

Marley held hers up, seemed to take a moment to exam them, wiggling her fingers in front of her face and not looking at him as she did but she knew he was taking it all in. "Like these maybe?"

"Hmmmm," he just hummed in response, sliding his body even closer to hers.

They both seem to decide dancing around the end goal has reached it's conclusion as she slid her hand up his thigh and he slides his own up her neck, resting his fingers gently on her throat. He stroked it lightly, moving her head a little from side to side, noticing as she swallows and he thinks maybe he was a vampire in another life as he is captivated by the way her skin is stretched as her neck tilts back for him. And then he registers the way her hand travels up to rest at the top of his leg and he smiles.

"I'm glad we seem to be on the same page," he said and she laughs.

"I think we we've been reading from the same book since the very start," she answered.

"Wasn't it just today that we met," he asked, leaning closer, pressing his lips to her throat and she closed her eyes.

"Was it? I don't remember much of anything right now," and he appreciated her honest and raw reaction to his touch, wanting to do so much more.

"I am looking forward to seeing these," he said, his hand lightly tracing from her neck down to rest cupping under her breasts.

"Oh yeah," she asked, feeling every small fluctuation in movement as he flexed his fingers, tantalisingly close to her nipples but not making contact. Yet.

"Yeah. I have a thing with breasts. Yours will be no exception I'm sure."

"They're decent," she mumbled as his mouth came to her jaw, moving her hand up his body to rest on his hip, skimming past the bulge that she knew was growing as she did.

"I have no doubt they're more than decent," he said, breathing hitching a little as her touch moved past his sensitive length but loving the pace they were moving at. Everything was heightened all the more when it wasn't a rush of discarded clothes. This pace was edging each other much more slowly towards release and he was revelling in it. Not that he didn't love a quick fuck too but not today. Today he wanted to take his time.

The kisses on her skin moved higher, towards her mouth, the corners of her lips, below, above, then he looked at her, eyes closed and he waited. Waited until she wondered why he'd stopped, needed her eyes opened before he took her mouth in his. So when they did open, a question on them at everything pausing, he answered with his lips pressed to hers, gazing into the depths of them before he did, making sure they were focused on him and him alone and when she read the room, read his intentions, her soft smile closed the gap between them as he leaned in.

Fire erupted across his skin, goosebumps across hers, their mouths moving in tandem; testing, tasting, accepting, opening to let each other in. There was a sigh from her, a gentle exhalation of welcome and a groan of craving from him and his hands came to hold her as close as he could, pulling her to her feet, bodies pressed fully together now, lining themselves up to see how they fit without even noticing. Too caught up in mouths and lips and saliva, the wetness an echo of elsewhere in their bodies.

"Bedroom," he asked and she nodded against him, detaching their mouths as he reached for her hand and led her to his room, a little more hurried now than before. His touch was firm and warm and he held it like it was familiar, like they'd been doing this forever. Walking through the door she was already seeking his lips again, stopping in her tracks before they reached the bed so he'd stop too. He was a little addictive, his mouth on hers a balm to the busyness of her life and she was already revelling in the way his body made hers feel with such a simple touch. But it didn't feel simple. It felt explosive and his body was reacting to it, growing between them.

"You wanna keep doing this here," he asked, referring to the kissing, loving the kissing, wanting more of the kissing but preferred the idea of lying down to do it. With way less clothes on.

"I could be persuaded to move," she teased and he smiled against her mouth.

"I'm definitely going to make you move," he replied and she giggled a little.

"Lame."

"True though, I can and will," he said. "Under me, over me, I bet you move as well as you kiss."

"Oh, you like the kisses," she asked, allowing herself to be led to the edge of the bed, his fingers coming under her top, against her skin, up her sides to rest on the clasp at the back of her chest, delicate in movements, strength kept at bay for now. Because his hands could be strong, fingers long and talented.

"Fuckin' love your mouth," he said as the clasp gave way and he eased his hands under it, straps still on her shoulders, top still on, fingers connecting with the mounds of flesh he'd been eyeing up earlier in the day. "Know I'm definitely going to fuckin' love these too," he said, moving his hands just a little over the surface, connecting for a moment with her peeked nipples and she stepped away.

He watched as she did, hands dropping and kept at his side in case she was calling a time out but relieved when she pulled her top up and over her head, shrugging out of her bra, standing in front of him bare from the waist up. He couldn't stop himself from licking his lip as he gazed down her torso and back up to her face. There was distance between them, small enough that he could probably pull her in again without having to take a step but the perfect gap to see all of her and enjoy it with his eyes even if his hands were itching to touch all of her skin.

Her nipples had darkened, complimenting the cream of the rest of her body and they were erect. Maybe against the coolness of the room, maybe because of arousal. It didn't matter, they were hard and inviting, a target for him to aim for and he did, gently reaching to graze under her breast for a moment before his fingers moved to stroke across the top of one then another. She shivered at his touch before reaching to step out of her skirt and panties, dropping them to the floor.

There could've been a power struggle in that moment, the vulnerability of one being naked while the other was clothed, prey versus predator. But it wasn't like that at all. She felt powerful as she stood in front of him, his eyes moving and not settling, taking in all of her and as he did, she could see his desire in both his eyes and his body, his cock straining against his pants, his neck bobbing as he swallowed.

"Fucking hell," he said quietly, sounding less than in control in that moment, of his voice, of his body and it gave her another boost as she stepped up to him, feline like, perfect for him, reaching for the hem of his shirt, urging it up and he complied, helping shed it to the ground.

"More," she said and her hands at the top of his pants were moved aside as his came to pull them off, boxers at the same time, his hardness finally visible, pulsing as she came to wrap her fingers around it. With no warning of her touch, his heart gave a stutter and she could feel it twitch in her grasp.

"You're a vixen," he said, lurching to reattach their mouths as she stroked him between them, admiring the feel of it, heavy and smooth in her hand.

"Bed," she asked and he didn't answer, just turned them so her back was against it and he could lower them down without having to move much at all. He didn't want to separate from her, wanted to be even closer to her, in her, to feel her walls tight against his length. He felt like he could barely breathe at the thought, needing it to happen sooner rather than later, thankful there was no barrier of fabric between them anymore as he reached his hand down to cup at her wetness.

"I'm going to take this as fact that you're into this," he said at the slickness between his fingers but it was a question and he wanted her to answer before they went any further. Just enjoyed the slight tease that he knew how turned on she was.

"Yeah into this, into you, want to keep going," she said more breath than words coming out, granting him the permission he needed to press his fingers against her more, smirking as her head was thrown back when he circled her clit with his thumb.

"Good," he asked and grinned as her gasp then slight moan was his answer. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Oh yeah, keep doing that," she managed, feeling so good, realising she'd stopped making him feel good, moving her hand again and noting it was slicker now with increased wetness. The precum of his own arousal was dripping slightly down his shaft and she liked to know he was turned on too, even if the stiffness in her hand wasn't already an indication.

His mouth moved to her chest, anchoring a nipple into his lips as he sucked hard enough on it to make her gasp again, his tongue coming out to gently lick it softly once he released it. The perfect combination of almost too much and a promise of more as he moved to the other, thumb still moving against her, sensations seeming to radiate out from everywhere.

"I need to be inside you," he said against her ear as his mouth trailed up from her chest to her face and she closed her eyes at the thought, knowing how full he was going to get her feeling, wanting it now.

"Yes. Now Yoongi," she said, using his name for the first time since she'd arrived at the hotel and his face heated at the way it sounded in this moment, needing to be above her, looking down on her, thrusting into her body. Pulling away to reach for the condoms he'd put out on the bedside table, he peeled away the wrapper, rolling it down his length as his heart raced even more. He looked at her looking at him with huge eyes and paused.

"What are you thinking right now," he asked them almost kicked himself. He didn't want things to slow down, this was a hook up not a fifth date. But the way she was looking at him in that moment? He needed to know.

"I was just thinking that you have beautiful eyes," she said and his blinked closed, a blush appearing on his cheeks. It wasn't what he was expecting although he didn't know what he was thinking. But it made his chest flutter a little at her words. "Yeah. Kind of makes me want to do things with you," she continued, reaching for his arms to anchor herself as his tip came to rest against her entrance.

"Yeah? What kind of things," he asked, pausing again before he pressed in.

"Oh I don't know. Dinner? A walk? Netflix? And oh," she said as he slowly sunk into her, "oh and this right here, definitely this."

"Yeah," he said again not trusting himself to say more, word barely coming out as he controlled his movements, waiting as the tightness of her body surrounded him, encapsulating his length, her hips lifting a little to accommodate all of him deep inside herself. Resting his forehead to her shoulder, he waited a little longer hoping he could hold himself back as he felt a tightening around his length, not wanting to finish too soon but wanting her to adjust to him so this was good for them both.

"I'm good Yoongi, you can move," she said and he looked down into her eyes, flicking them away as the weight of them landed on his, his body taking over as he thrust deeply into her, pulling out and slowly thrusting again as she gasped and he set the rhythm, speeding up, grateful for all the cardio they did when they danced, knowing he wanted to keep doing this, keep pressing into her, keep feeling the heat and warmth of her wrapped around him. Her bare leg came up to hook over his hip, anchoring them tightly together, hands flung above her head on the pillow as her mouth fell open, tiny puffs of air coming out in time to their movements.

There was a slickness between them as they moved, a little sweat, a lot of arousal, the sound a little wet and sinful as it echoed. Neither were thinking about the thinness of the walls in the hotel or anything other than each other and the sensations that were building, the sounds perfectly adding to the intensity in the room as they found pleasure in each other.

"Just there, oh right there," she said as he pushed into her and he lowered himself a little to get the angle that sent her eyes rolling back, their bodies locked in the slide and he knew he was close, thinking she might be too as her walls fluttered against him.

"Are you close," he asked, wanting confirmation so he didn't come before her, knowing he could hold off just a little longer although the familiar pull in his groin was making his head begin to spin.

"So close, so close," she gasped out and the sound was magic, his body moving just a little harder and deeper, holding her just a little tighter before she gave a long moan and he felt her legs shake against his hip as she soared over the edge, her chest heaving as her hips bucked against his.

He was done at that point, gone. Too caught up in the tightness of her hold on him to hold back any longer, her hands and her walls reaching for him so he followed closely behind, his own hips stuttering as he filled the condom, groans of pleasure escaping his mouth as he pulsed inside her, his release welcome, especially when it was twisted up in the images of her as she sailed over the edge. That would be etched on his memory for good.

Half collapsing against her, she didn't mind the weight, especially as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he panted before easing away to pull out and roll away from her. "Are you good," he asked, fighting to get his breathing under control and she laughed.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Let me get something to clean us up," he said, standing up and padding over to the bathroom, warming water and bringing a cloth back. He handed it to her to clean herself up and she moved it under the sheet she'd pulled up to cover herself, wiping down her body where it was slick with their mess. It was always a little weird in the aftermath of sex if you didn't know the person well. You'd just been naked, given yourself over to them completely but now here you were covering up. But she felt a little embarrassed. It wasn't like this was normal for her or that she was even normally that bold at all. But something about him had called her over to him without words and so she'd gone and ran with all her instincts and now here she was. He held out his hand for the cloth, taking it and tossing it onto the floor of the bathroom before coming back to tuck himself under the sheet too.

"We were good at that," he said, leaning back in a satisfied way, arms behind his head in repose. He was feeling sleepy but wasn't sure if she was staying or going. Didn't really mind either way now that he had her number. He'd be calling her again.

"I thought so, glad you did too," she answered lightly, debating if she should get dressed.

"You don't have to, you can stay," Yoongi said, almost as if he could hear what she was thinking or had seen the small movement she'd made as she lifted her hand to maybe pull the sheet away and get up.

"Yeah," she asked, a little hesitant.

"Well, yeah. But if you do, there will be another round. Just warning you."

"In that case, decision made," she answered, snuggling further into the covers. Once was great and may have been enough if it had to be but if more was on offer, she'd not refuse. Because he was right, they were good at that.

"Also, I don't snuggle sleep," he said, yawning as he rolled onto his side away from her.

"Me neither," she answered as she rolled the opposite way but she scooted so their backs were pressed to each other and he didn't complain.

Nor did he complain when she rolled in her sleep, slinging her arm across his middle, big spoon to his little spoon, or when her hand then fell dangerously close to his groin. And neither did Marley complain as he woke her from sleep, a kiss to her shoulder then jaw then lips the start of their round two.