Shorts and Commissions - A Book of Random Writings

Wake Up

Waking up surrounded by warm, strong arms was the best way to start your day. You had fallen asleep while your boyfriend cuddled you close and rubbed your tummy, early cramps making your evening terrible even though your period wasn't due for a week. He was the sweetest though, just helping you relax and feel comfortable even though he hadn't seen you in almost a month.

Waking up to soft kisses on your shoulder and the back of your neck was even better, whispers in your ear from his gravelly voice.

"You're always so pretty in the morning," he mumbled, "I hate being gone for so long, Angel. I hate when my arm isn't under your pillow at night."

"We knew there would a lot of times like this," you sighed as his kisses to your neck lingered longer with each pass, his hand slipping under his t-shirt that you wore, "Girlfriends can't go on tour, Yoongi, it causes too many problems and you guys are still reaching your goals and dreams."

"I met you on tour," he reminded you, "And girlfriends of more than three years should be an exception," he nipped at your ear, fingers brushing over the bottom of your breast. He inhaled the scent of your hair that he'd missed so much, exhaling loudly, "We should just get married." Your body tensed, making him pause his light groping to stretch up and look at the side of your blushing face, "Angel?"

"Don't play around," your voice was shaky.

"_____, look at me."

You couldn't. Marrying Yoongi was a dream you'd had since the minute you'd told him that you loved him. Since you had moved across the globe to be with him during the times that he was home, but you refused to be something that hindered him or ay of the men you considered your brothers alongside him. You knew it was something that wasn't in the cards for the two of you, not until his career ebbed or he finished in the military at the very least...something that needed to be put off for the greater good. You accepted that. You took what you could have, a sweet, loving partner and hopeless romantic, an impeccable lover, the best boyfriend a girl could ask for when he could be there, and lovely nights and facetime meetings when he couldn't. You didn't dare wish for more. As if reading your mind, he propped himself up on his arm, using his other one to roll you onto your back so you had to look into his beautiful eyes.

"I'm dead serious, Angel," his serious gaze looked into your frightened one, "We could go down to the courthouse tomorrow," he kissed your jaw as he shifted his body over yours, "You could come with us. Spouses are allowed," he pushed your shirt up to run his nose through the valley of your breasts, "We could honeymoon in London while we're there, renew our vows in your home town, fuck on the beaches of Brazil..."

You stopped his ministrations right before he came in for a true kiss, cupping his face in your hands, "Missing sex isn't a reason to get married," you chided, "It's a big deal, Babe."

"It's one reason" he shrugged, making you slap his shoulder when you laughed, "But that's not why I'm suggesting it." He settled between your legs, grinding his erection at your core, making you give him a glare, "Okay, maybe it's one of the reasons I'm suggesting it." He trailed his lips along your neck, nibbling at your chin, "But it's also because I don't feel...right...when you're not around. I don't sleep as well," his lashes tickled your jaw as he kissed your collarbone, "Food doesn't taste as good," he divested you of your shirt, kissing the swell of your breast, "I go to some of the most amazing places in the world," he skirted a hand down to your damp panties, "But I can't turn to you when I'm there. I can't show you all of the incredible things I see." Yoongi's fingers pushed your panties to the side, finger breaching your pussy slowly, "But I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss this a hell of a lot."

You whimpered, throwing your arm over your face as he leaned back and pulled your underwear off and down your legs, "I don't know what I'm supposed to say when you come at me with it like this," you whined, bucking your hips when you felt his fingers sweep through your folds again, "I can't think straight."

"Don't think," you could hear the grin in his voice, "Just say yes."

You shuddered at the sensation of his perfect cock replacing his fingers, "Y-yes," you whispered.

His body stilled, his face so close you could feel his breath on your chin, "Yes?"

"Yes."

He slid inside of you gently, the word a question from his lips over and over, your answer the same again and again. Each measured volley brought your bodies closer, the rhythm faster, the meeting of your mouths more needy and fervent. His yeses grew ecstatic, punctuated by his hips thrusting harder, his lips laying wet kisses to your body and licking urgently at your exposed nipples. Your yeses became pitched in moans, balming his soul in promises and encouraging his body to give your more. He pulled you to sit up over his lap, long fingers splayed over your back as your bodies writhed together and he bounced you on his rigid length, his eyes wide and vulnerable as he looked up into yours.

"Yes?" he asked one final time, holding you still so you could breathe to answer him honestly.

You cupped his face, kissing his cheeks and jaw as a tear slid from your lashes, "Yes."

He breathed out a laugh, laying you down to kiss you while  his hips snapped with renewed passion. You clung to him, letting him hold you tightly and rest his forehead on your collarbone as your hands gripped at his hair and shoulder. Every thrust drove deeper, the grind drawn out longer, the spikes of pleasure through your body more intense. Your name spilled from his lips, profession of love in between each shaking syllable, bliss encroaching through every cell of your being.

"Y-Yoongi," you moaned, earning a gravelly groan in return, "I'm so close...I'm...oh god..."

He stretched up to kiss you once again, catching your cries as his fingers dug  into your skin, pounding faster as his own orgasm pulled at his spine. Your legs squeezed around his waist, body arching and stilling, waves of euphoria washing over you while he grunted your name and chased his high. Just as your climax ebbed, he slammed into you with finality, head tilted back and small flexes of his thighs and stomach as he emptied into you. With a gasp of held breath, he fell to your side, instantly pulling you toward him and laying praise and lips to your skin.

"I love you," he rumbled, his timbre almost contrast to his sweetness, "You're perfect, Angel. Perfect. I love you. Mine."

You giggled under his ticklish ministrations, "I am yours," you agreed happily, "And I'm also sweaty and in need of a shower."

He lifted his head, grinning wide, "Let's hurry, then."

"Let's? Hurry why?"

He kissed your nose, getting up and pulling you to stand with him, "You said yes," he smiled that heart-stopping smile of his, "So we need to shower fast and and go shopping!" He paused, looking at you quizzically, "You didn't think I'd let you do this without a ring on your finger, did you?"

"Well," you blushed, "I thought maybe later..."

He pulled you into the bathroom, "No chance, Angel." He stopped in front of the shower, gathering your flustered form into his arms, "I love you, _____. I want to give you the best of everything. Forever."

"Yes?"

"Yes."