A/N: Long chapter 4221 word and of the NSFW mature variety.
Gathering them all together after supper and telling them about the medicine my doctor prescribed was actually a bit easier than I thought it would be. I mean I was still a bundle of nerves, but I knew getting this shared and out of the way was the easiest way to deal with it. Not to mention it helped that I wasn't the only one bright red when I brought up the conversation. I wasn't really surprised by Jk, Tae, and Jin's bright faces, but even Yoongi and Jimin were also blushing.
"Apparently the mini-pill is the only oral contraceptive that is recommended for someone with specific health issues, including hypertension, to take. She said my blood pressure looked fine, but because of how prominent high blood pressure is in my family she would definitely recommend it over any others due to the estrogen introduced by other birth control pills. Sorry, not a doctor, so I might not be explaining it properly. I did take the first pill today, but.." I feel my cheeks become warmer as my blush grows brighter. "But, she said that the effectiveness can't really be depended upon within the first two days of taking it."
I chanced a glance at Hobi. I didn't know what he expected tonight, but if he had planned to try to seduce me I was afraid he would be upset by this wrench thrown into his plans. If I said I was shocked by his nonchalance that would be a vast understatement. I glance away from him before any of the others might be able to read my expression and tell what I was thinking.
Joon nods. "Thank you for taking the time to tell us all. I know it's not easy to share something so personal with all of us at once." He stands and then pulls me to his side. There is a look in his eyes that I have only caught a glimpse of before, but this time it is not as veiled as it had been the previous time. He's been doing a good job on keeping his desire for me at bay, but just before he swipes his lips gently against mine I see the depth of his desire for me in his eyes. He may still be restraining himself, but that's for the sake of the others' presence and perhaps also my own chastity.
We all head downstairs to the bowling room after our discussion. Apparently I didn't notice before but they also had a couple televisions and game systems hooked up in a larger space within that room. That's where they were headed now. They all opted for Mario Kart, and while I typically enjoyed the game I chose instead to relax and watch them play on the two televisions this time around. The maknae line all enthused before each race that they required a kiss for luck before starting. Tae even took it a step further by whispering he loved me in both English and Korean afterward. I glanced at the others to see if they caught it. Either they were letting us have our private moment or he said it softly enough that I only could hear the sweet confession he repeatedly uttered.
Once we all begin to get tired Jimin pulls me aside for a moment and hands me another letter from his back pocket. I smile at this romantic side of him and tuck it into my own back pocket before gently pecking him on the lips. "Night Jimin."
His smile becomes crescent eye wide before he repeats the sentiment.
I say goodnight to the rest of them individually. Not surprised that Tae lingers a bit longer than the others after our shared confession.
Hobi is of course waiting in the doorway for me. Once I am within arms reach he picks me up in a princess hold and starts carrying me away. There is a part of me that is a bit embarrassed and wants him to put me down, but I let the part of me swooning win this time around.
He carries me into my bedroom. "Go get ready for bed. I still have to change clothes myself. I will let myself back in when I am done."
I pull Jimin's letter out from my back pocket. Should I go ahead and take the opportunity to read this now? I shake my head in the negative. No, that wouldn't be right when Hobi is just down the hall getting ready to spend the night with me. I open the drawer and tuck it away on top of the other letters he has sent me for now.
I debate with myself for a moment. What should I wear tonight? Does Hobi expect more tonight? I mean we aren't completely limited by the pills I take. He could always wear a condom. But, would they have brought up the contraception discussion with me if they had really wanted that? I coerce myself back to the original thought and concern, which is debating on what I should wear and not worrying over what may or may not happen tonight. This still kept me on the train of thought of what his expectations may or may not be despite my best efforts. If he expects more tonight I could always wear the red chemise that I bought in mind for him. I frown at myself. I bought it before I realized that red was only the color of his microphone, not his favorite color according to an interview that stated said color was green. Although, he did seem to still like the red color when he had accidentally happened across the chemise that first time I packed in front of him. Nor did he correct me about the idea of buying me a red bikini. Regardless once I realized my mistake in thinking their microphones must reflect their favorite colors I slowly started trying to buy more lingerie that might more aptly suit them. But it didn't seem right to buy something the same shade of green as Tae's microphone either. So, I had considered other shades of green instead.
I glanced at a couple of said green sleep sets that I recently purchased. I selected one that wasn't overly sexy and I knew was a mental compromise to his favorite color when I had purchased it. I happened to know, due to a Run BTS episode that Hobi happened to really like mint chocolate ice cream so I purchased a mint green silky polka dot lounge set to sort of reflect his favorite color in that way.
I was lucky that he hadn't made it back to my room yet as I tucked myself into my bathroom to change my clothes, brush my teeth, and wash my face. I debated for a bit with myself if I should forgo my bra this time. I had started getting in the habit of wearing it anytime I slept with one of my soulmates, but I was growing more and more close to them, and I knew that regardless if anything happened tonight that new level of intimacy between us was right around the corner. So, I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, removed said garment, and carried it back into my room. I immediately dropped it into the hamper outside the door with the rest of my clothing.
Hobi apparently had perfect timing because right as after I peeled back the covers and climbed into bed the door opened and he sauntered in. My eyes tracked over the silky dark blue pajama set he wore. He looked good. I mean he always looked good, but I didn't always take the moment to fully appreciate how handsome he was. Perhaps I shied away from it, or perhaps I unintentionally took it for granted. In the next moment though I was considering buying him another set similar myself. Only in a lighter blue shade. Maybe sky blue? I was pretty sure said shade would look really good on him. But then again he could practically wear any color. Even orange looks good on him and not everyone can pull that color off.
I come out of my momentary delirium to see him smirking down at me. "Like what you see, Petal?"
Now here is where I could of course deny where my thoughts had lingered for a few moments. I mean it's not like I was thinking about tearing the pajamas he was currently wearing off of him. Although now that particular thought decides to trickle in my mind. I mentally chastised myself for going there. Instead of feigning innocence and denying his answer I nod in the affirmative.
"Good, because you know what, Petal?" I don't answer what I assume to be a rhetorical question. But I do find myself heating as his own eyes track over my body in appraisal. "I most definitely like what I see." He bites down on his lower lip and the visual has my pulse skyrocketing. He paces over to the bed and climbs in beside me. Once we both are laying down we tilt on our sides to look directly at each other. "I don't know if I have said enough to verbally convince you of just how gorgeous I think you are. Sure, I have said things about appreciating your curves and other similar statements. But those comments seem fleeting in regards to how your looks seem to haunt my every thought. Not just those while I am awake but those as I slumber as well."
"You don't need to feel like you have to verbalize those thoughts into words. I don't actually need to hear them. I see them every time you glance my way. Even your fleeting looks seem to make my pulse race with the heat reflected in your eyes."
I want to say more but he takes the moment from me when he closes the gap between us and kisses me gently on the lips. It only takes a few moments before I sigh into the kiss and shift closer. That seems to be some kind of signal to motivate him to change tactics because while I was only just a moment before laying on my side I am being physically persuaded to instead lay on my back as he hovers above me. There are a mixture of sighs and groans as our silken clad bodies brush against each other. The heat coiling in my abdomen in full approval of our chosen sleepwear and my brain for once not disagreeing with my body.
He pulls away from my lips, and even though I imagine we have only been kissing for a few moments I can still feel how swollen his affections have already made my lips. "Petal?"
I look up at him. "Yes, Hobi."
"I wanted to address that look you gave me after your announcement regarding that two day window."
I swallow back my growing nervousness. Instead choosing to be in this moment. "Okay." I nod for him to continue.
He toys with the collar of my sleep top. I know he's not shy and yet in this moment he doesn't seem to fully be his confident self either. I put my hands on either side of his waist, as if to ground him. "It seems you are definitely growing ready to share your body with us, but I want you to know that I won't be your first."
I find myself immediately frowning. He doesn't want to be my first? Why?
As if answering my unspoken question he takes my wrist in hand. "I don't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. But, I am pretty sure if I were your first I would."
He guides my hand to his growing arousal and while at first I am shocked to be touching him like this I take a moment for what I am doing to fully sink in. When it does, and I begin to explore him on my own I understand exactly what he is getting at. Now, I never took my most heated imaginations to the point where I would guess their size, but I had registered Hobi's long tapered fingers and that probably should have been a hint. Hobi is long and thick and because of his size he is worried about hurting me.
He groans and removes my hand. "Perhaps that is enough show and tell otherwise it will turn into a new session of show and grow instead." He falters for a second. "Not that there is much more growing to happen. I pretty much just glance at you and I'm instantly hard."
I know there was probably already a blush staining my cheeks, but it blossoms even more so now. I might be intimidated by his size but that does make me remember what he told me earlier on today and how hot it made me then begins to infiltrate my senses and affect me once again. "I understand your reservations. But, you are currently in my bed, hard, and I'm remembering what you said earlier, and I'm hot just thinking about it." His eyes trace down my body and once he settles on my breasts my nipples seem to tighten further. The way they pebble against my night shirt has to be quite apparent to his naked appraisal. "I don't think I can sleep right now as wound up as I am. Do you have a suggestion? A sure fire way to help me relax?"
Then he is dangerously smirking down at me. "I am sure I can be quite accommodating. But, you will probably be more than tired when I am through with you, so let me get the light first."
I can't help but trail my gaze down his body again. I don't have a great imagination so I can't fully picture what he might look like. But between the memory of cupping him in my hand and the way his pajama pants are tenting I can get a general idea of his actual size and make a decent guesstimation. He turns his back to me and because my eyes are already in that hemisphere I glance at his ass. This has me considering the placement of his soulmate mark which of course has me automatically leaning up and reaching out to trace over it with the pad of my finger. I have to of course push away his shirt tail and push past the elastic of his pants, but he is obviously fully humoring my exploration since he hasn't stopped me. In the next moment we are cast in complete darkness since I had closed the drapes again during the day. My fingers must glide against his mark because in the next moment we are both breathing heavy.
A new rush of wet warmth settles at my core as I find my intended target. Suddenly I'm being pushed to my back again. "Crap, Petal. The others tried to express it to me but I didn't fully realize what that sensation might actually invoke." I shift my legs so my knees are bent and his hard length is cradled against my own pelvis. He takes it a step further by arranging himself so the tip of him directly sits against my core. He thrusts once, and I find myself immediately sighing at the sensation. He smirks again. "I mostly definitely can do better than that."
Before I can ask what he means his lips are fastened to mine, and his fingers are dancing across my breastbone. I don't even register what he is doing until I feel the pads of his fingers stroking the upper swell of my bare breasts. He pulls away from my lips and begins trailing his kisses down my neck, all the while still gently gliding those fingers against my bare flesh. I can feel his grin against me before he says, "I guess your nickname is very apt indeed. Your skin is petal soft."
If I weren't so beguiled by his touch and consumed by the heat infusing my body making me crave more I would probably react to his pun. Instead I register it as simply more kindling placed to stroke the inferno that I am sure will soon build within me.
His lips continue trailing south while the fingers of his left hand traverses further itself, gently skimming over my areola until he is tracing over my budding nipple. The sensations that simple touch evoke have me sighing again and arching my back as if asking for him to give that neglected body part more attention. He makes a few more passes with his fingertips before his lips finally meet the same destination then he slowly drifts his head further down my body to be able to attend to the task at hand. I feel the tip of his tongue tease the ripened flesh and find myself writhing against the bed showcasing my growing frustrations. "Relax, Petal. I'll take care of you."
I have forgotten to keep track of where his hands are. But after he says that I realize they are both now at the sides of my pants. He's grasping the elastic between his fingers so I can only guess that he already untied the drawstring while I was otherwise occupied. He draws away from me slightly. I start frowning until he instructs me to lift my hips. When I do so he pulls my pants down my legs. Neither of us expect the way the palm of his hand skids over the lower part of my right leg where his mark resides. When it happens we both hiss in shared frustration as those sensations writhe through our bodies even more pronounced than they were before.
Hobi seems to become a mad man on a mission at this point. Before I can blink more than a couple times he has my panties pulled from me and tossed aside much like my sleep pants. His fingers of his right hand trail up the inside of my hip. He is barely brushing against the small scattering of pubic hair I have left since I recently trimmed before my gynecologist meeting. "Shit, Petal. You are already slick, and I feel like I have barely touched you."
I am sure he is overreacting, but I definitely wouldn't mind if he were to touch me more just to achieve the state of dampness he had vocally suggested. As if my brain had telegraphed that thought to him both his hands widened the way my legs were planted further. His right hand fully pressed against my mound for a moment. Then his long deft fingers are parting my folds and even that sensation has me sighing and my pelvis lifting up to him in some kind of invitation for more. "Mmm. I like how your body responds to me. It might not have experienced this before but it naturally knows what it needs to make you feel good." He pauses for a second and his next statement makes me realize that he hadn't fully considered what he said before. "Have you ever touched yourself, Petal? Have you ever made yourself orgasm with your own hand?"
I shake my head in response but immediately realize due to the darkness he couldn't actually see that response. "No, I sort of tried before. But it didn't really feel right."
I might not see his satisfied smirk, but I know him well enough that I can feel how it colors his next statement. "Oh, no worries there. Hobi will definitely make sure it feels right." The way he speaks about himself in third person should probably strike me as odd in that moment, but honestly I am more settled on how his confidence makes me mentally squirm with anticipation.
His lips meet my own in a kiss that starts out gentle and teasing but once a single long digit begins to explore me his tongue enters as a mirrored motion to the single finger's exploration. He thrusts in and out of me a few times before I am a writhing mess. I start feeling the same tingling sensation I felt before he pulls his finger away.
I pull away from his kisses and I'm about to complain when he whispers against my lips. "Relax, Petal. We are just getting started." This time the pressure of his entry is a bit more intense, and I immediately realize that the width entering me this time must be due to the fact that he isn't exploring me with a single digit but two. He moves to lay slightly on his side and instead of kissing my lips again this time he settles them over the column of my throat. I feel a slight twinge I register as his teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh. I whimper in response to the myriad of sensations he is coaxing within me. This time when I feel that familiar tingling I can tell it's stronger than before and just as I am about to surrender to it. To let it crash through me Hobi pulls away again.
This time I don't worry or complain, although there is a part of me that would really like to smack him silly for being a tease. I know though that he is only once again preparing me for more. This time it must make me a tad nervous though because I tighten up before he seeks entry. "Petal, relax. You know I won't hurt you. Plus, if you don't relax then this definitely won't feel as good as it should."
I sigh but acquiesce to his suggestion. This time he presses kisses against my collarbone while his opposite hand plucks my nipple between his fingers. I make a whimper groan sound when three fingers enter me this time. The pressure is somewhat painful for a moment as he stretches me to accommodate. He thrusts only a few times before he must decide to change tactics and pulls back out to once again to place two fingers inside me. "Perhaps three fingers is a bit much for you right now. But, I can get you off with two fingers and my thumb."
For a few moments I don't know what he means until when his fingers are fully seated inside me I feel the pad of his thumb rubbing against my clit. This is the moment that my body decides that I can't just lay there. I reach out with my right hand that is somewhat trapped between our bodies and manage to wrap it around his clothed cock. He groans but doesn't tell me to stop. So with every thrust of his fingers I mirror the action by gripping his cock tighter and relaxing my hold. I don't know what he does differently on the next pass but the movement inside me was somehow altered and now he is reaching a new part inside of me that has me seeing stars before I can register the tingles even beginning. I whimper in response and my hand tightens around him automatically. In the next moment my climax crashes through me, and I feel his body tense and a guttural groan escape his own lips.
We lay beside each other gasping for air for a few moments before Hobi is muttering curses. "Shit, Petal. I didn't expect you to grab me like that. You most definitely got enthusiastic, but I didn't plan on making a trip back to my room to clean up tonight."
He gets up and turns the light on before I can ask what he is doing. Then his eyes trace over my form. "Shit. I should have left the light on. You are fucking breathtaking." He peruses over my body for a few moments before literally shaking his head in an effort to think straight. "You relax there. I'm going to go get a warm wet washcloth to clean you up a bit."
Before he turns away I notice the darkened wet spot on his own pajama bottoms and have a moment of pride filled satisfaction. Without giving a second thought regarding my actions I did that to him. Perhaps, I should stop second guessing myself like I do.
After he helps me hunt down where he flung my sleep pants and a clean pair of panties. He leaves my room to attend to himself. I quickly put on my discarded clothing and adjust my top so it is on me properly. Once he comes back he turns out the light and I turn my body so I am perfectly spooned into his. "I definitely prefer being the little spoon." I say just before a jaw popping yawn creeps up on me.
"Well, I am thankful for your willingness to be the big spoon that time on the boat. I may hope I won't need you to be the big spoon again but.."
"Don't worry, Hobi. I'll be whatever you need me to be." I'm tired and am not quite sure what I mean by that comment but the sigh of contentment from him is the only reassurance I need that I said something right.