Every Sound You Make

Click.

The sound of the front door unlocking triggers your body into motion. Before your brain has time to catch up, your feet are already padding across the thick, velvet rug, moving towards the source of the sound as though you’re being pulled forward by an invisible force.

“Meow,” a furry little face with round, shining, green eyes stares up at you, as if to say, “hurry”.

“I know Tangie, I know.” You whisper, as his tiny body streaks past your legs, as he too makes a beeline for the door.

Yoongi is crouching on one knee; Tang rubbing his head affectionately against him, purring in contentment.

At the sound of your footsteps, Yoongi lifts his head; his deep, brown eyes lock onto yours.

You still. Caught completely in his orbit.

His eyes flit across your face, narrowing as they travel down your body.

The slope of your neck.

The swell of your breasts.

The contours of your waist.

The curve of your thighs.

His gaze lingers, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk before biting down onto his lip.

That’s all it takes.

That’s all it ever took.

Wetness pools between your thighs, heat flooding under your skin.

Your control begins to slip.

Not that you ever had any when it came to him.

His eyes flick up to meet yours once more.

Nothing seems to exist outside of him.

He hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Yoongi,” Your throat burns as you call out for him.

Thud.

His black Birkin drops to the floor, and then he’s there. Right in front of you.

Your breath catches.

He’s so close.

Close enough for you to count the moles scattered across his face, the one hidden beneath his nostril, the one peeking out on his left cheek.

His breath brushes against your skin.

Then his hands are on you.

Cupping your face.

Pulling you in.

Lips colliding with yours.

Your control breaks under his touch.

“Mmmh,” You moan out against his mouth, fingers sliding up his nape, nails grazing his skin, tangling into his hair, gripping tight.

Desperate for contact.

Desperate for him.

Lips. Teeth. Tongue.

Tasting. Biting.

Just right.

Every lick, every flick of his tongue explores your mouth like it’s his first time, but his hands slide down your waist, pulling you flush against him, frantic, unsteady, as though it’s the last.

You tug at his hair and he follows your lead.

He knows you.

Doesn’t need to be told what to do.

His lips trail along your jaw, warm against your skin, tongue dragging over your neck, wet and unhurried, teeth tracing the hollow of your throat, slow and deliberate as he sucks gently, making sure to mark you as his.

“Ahh,” you throw your head back moaning in pleasure.

A low, throaty chuckle escapes him, the sound reverberating along your spine right down to your toes.

“Missed your moans,” he says, voice rough and low, nuzzling into you.

“Yeah?” you mutter breathlessly.

“Hmm,” He groans in acknowledgment as your hands slip under his shirt. Heat radiates off him, the muscles across his back flexing beneath your touch.

“Ah,” the sound escapes your lips, his fingers sliding down your waist, into your shorts, squeezing your ass.

Instinctively, you tilt your pelvis against his, craving more friction, more pressure.

It’s not enough.

It never was.

“Yoongi…please,” You whimper.

His fingers immediately move from your ass to your pussy, throbbing with need for him.

“So wet for me already?” His lips tilt into a smirk as he slides two fingers inside you, curling them deep.

You sob out.

“You like that, baby girl?” He chuckles, driving deeper.

“Uh-huh,” You nod sharply, rocking your hips against his fingers.

He pulls you with him, one hand still inside you. You stumble, nails clawing into his back for support.The backs of your thighs hit the entrance table. With one sweep of his hand, he clears it off.

Books, keys, photo frames, scatter across the floor with a loud crash.

“Yoongi -”

He doesn’t let you finish - he’s yanking you onto the table, spreading your legs, shoving himself between them.

His fingers are moving again.

Your hands scramble to find purchase against the edges of the table, head falling back against the mirror, back arching, hips grinding.

Faster.

Deeper.

Thighs trembling.

Your breath hitches.

His fingers come to a standstill.

“Not yet,” he whispers, eyes squeezing shut. “Not yet.”

He tightens his grip around your waist.

You choke out in frustration, half laughing, half crying, tears spilling along the edges of your lashes.

His forehead dips against yours, sighing softly.

“I know, baby girl.” His voice cracks.

He’s pulling you into him, kissing away your tears.

Then his lips are trailing down to your mouth, he’s on your neck, along your collarbone, pulling at the strap of your shirt, licking and sucking at your nipples.

Still not enough.

You shove him off you, tugging at his pants, wanting them off.

You look at him, tears clouding your vision, his breath catches.

He helps you pull them off him.

He’s turning you around, your back pressing into his chest, hands clutching the table for support.

“More Yoongi…please…i’s too much.” You mumble, gazing at him through the mirror. His long hair lays matted against his forehead, body slick with sweat, lips red and swollen.

“Too much? Or you want more? Which one is it?” Each word coming between heavy, uneven breaths.

You lock eyes. His pupils blown wide, holding you in place, you say, “I want everything baby”.

A half-sob breaks free from his throat, eyes flutter shut, head falling forward against your shoulder, gripping you tight.

“Nhg,” you choke out, incoherent, as you feel him sliding inside, inch by inch.

You clutch at his hair, body beginning to buckle.

The roll of his hips, rough but slow, sends your pulse racing, thighs quivering.

The relentless grind of his pelvis pulls every moan, every gasp, every shiver out of you.

He doesn’t stop, and you’re still shaking.

“Falling…apart,” he grunts.

His rhythm breaks.

Your legs tremble, giving in and giving out.

Breath still coming in heaves, legs too weak to hold you, Yoongi’s arms are the only thing keeping you upright.

His chest rises and falls against your back, your breathing settling together. Your eyes flutter open, catching his gaze in the mirror.

His features soften - A smile stretches across his face, cheeks lifting, the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Hi,” He chuckles, the laugh emanating from his belly.

You grin back, “Hello, my love,” your eyes glinting softly.

“Missed you,” he whispers, his lower lip jutting out into a small pout, arms tightening around you.

You turn to face him, cheek pressing firmly against his chest as you squeeze your arms around him.

“I missed you so much.”

He leans down, closing the distance between you, lips enveloping yours, kissing you slowly.

He lingers there for a moment, forehead resting against yours.

He was home.

A tail brushes against your legs - Tang intertwines himself between both of your legs.

“You’re back?” Yoongi laughs softly. “Sorry for ignoring you Tangie.”

Tang purrs contentedly, then starts inspecting items strewn across the floor.

“Baby, that was a new frame.” You stare at the now shattered frame, which housed a picture of the two of you on a safari in South Africa.

A blush creeps up his cheeks, “We’ll buy a new one.”

Your lips twitch, a faint dimple appearing, you consider telling him, “That’s what you said the last time, too,” but you’re too exhausted.

At this point, neither of you should be trusted with anything breakable on flat surfaces. You’re probably more destructive than Tang.

You let out a yawn.

“Bubble bath?” He asks, scooping you into his arms.

“Sounds perfect.” You murmur, letting your head drop against him.

Warm water laps lazily against your skin as you settle further into him.

Your shoulders hang limp as you stifle a yawn.

“Someone’s falling asleep,” he chuckles, the tips of his fingers skimming across your legs.

“Whose fault is that?” You mumble, turning into him, trying to hide your smile.

“You’re the one who was standing there, looking at me like that…what was I supposed to do? hmmm?” He counters, squeezing your thigh.

“Yah!” you protest, jerking your leg away, causing water to slop over the tub.

“So messy.” He scolds, but instantly squeezes your other thigh.

“Did you just -” you turn, glaring at him, then flick water directly in his face, “ - Call me messy.”

He grabs hold of your wrists, “You just proved my point,” he cocks his eyebrow.

You scowl at him for a few seconds, but a grin breaks through.

“You did exactly what you were supposed to do, by the way.”

He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Good.” His lips linger against your skin.

He shifts slightly, allowing you to ease your entire weight into him.

You guide his arms around you until you’re satisfied with his position.

“How are you feeling?” You ask, “You must be so jet lagged.”

“I am, but I‘m happy. The promotions went really well.” He says.

“I forgot how chaotic the members can be.” He continues.

A few seconds go by, then, “Actually, I think they’ve gotten even more chaotic than they used to be.” His laughter ripples through the water.

“Gosh, Taehyung and Jimin would send me the most unhinged messages.” You giggle.

“Did I tell you about the time Tae asked me if he should shower with you and take pictures of you in the shower, so it would feel like I was with you?” You ask, shaking your head in disbelief

“Sounds like him.” He chortles.

You pop one of the remaining bubbles sitting on the surface of the water.

“How’s Joonie doing?” You ask.

His body tenses slightly before he answers, “He’s…doing better. I think being busy helped a lot.”

You interlace your fingers with his under the water, “I’m sure being with you guys helped him too.”

Yoongi’s lips graze your hair, “yeah, he had a rough time in the military.”

“Break-ups suck.” You say. “I’m glad he has you guys though.”

“Mhmm,” he agrees, running his fingers over the surface of the water.

Silence thickens between you, broken only by the shifting of water as one of you moves.

Your grip loosens as you sink deeper into him, limbs heavy.

“We should get you to bed.” He says, thumb brushing your cheek.

You shake your head, “uh uh, we still have to eat.”

“Baby, you’re tired.”

“I made all your favourites.” You pout.

His thumb stills.

He swallows before speaking. “You did?”

“Of course. You’ve been away for weeks, you must be missing home-cooked food.”

The bubbles have completely evaporated, the water losing its warmth.

“I can tuck you in and then eat.” He says, sliding his arms under your legs, scooping you into him.

Water drips off your bodies as he stands.

“No, I wanna eat with you.” You insist.

He wraps a fluffy, white towel around your body as you shiver at the change in temperature.

He envelops you in his embrace.

“You hate eating when it’s late.” He says, patting you dry.

“I hate eating without you even more.”

Hands never leaving one another, your pinkies stay entwined as he trails behind you down the hallway.

You step into the dimly lit kitchen and his footsteps come to a halt - fingers tightening around yours.

“Yoongi?” You look back.

He doesn’t answer.

He takes in the table - Crockery and cutlery neatly laid out for two.

Candles lit.

A vase filled with chamomile flowers sitting in the centre.

“Angel…you did all this?” His voice is quiet.

“Of course.”

For him, anything.

No, everything.

The candlelight casts a shadow along his jaw as he turns back to you.

He lifts your hand, lips brushing against your knuckles.

“I love you.”

Your lips part, breath catching between them.

“I love you too.” You whisper.

For a moment, neither of you let go.

Then,

“Meow.” Tangs pads into the kitchen, tail high, weaving through the pair of you.

Yoongi lets out a soft laugh as he crouches down, scratching Tang between his ears, “So demanding, huh? Want some food?”

At the word ‘food’, Tang’s ears prick up immediately, sniffing enthusiastically, meows growing insistent.

“Stop pretending like I didn’t feed you earlier.” You roll your eyes at him, but reach for a packet of food. He stands up, tapping you with his paw.

“Here you go.”

His head is in the bowl before you’ve even placed it on the floor.

When you look up, Yoongi is still watching you.

“Let me heat the food up. You’ve done enough.” He starts heading towards the stove.

“No.” Your voice is firm as you pull him back. “I’ll do it.”

“Baby, you’ve already -”

“No.”

You step closer, placing yourself right in front of him as you cup his cheeks in your hands.

He leans into your touch.

“I want to take care of you. Let me.”

His eyes flit between you and the table.

He doesn’t argue. “Ok, baby.”

“Good. Now go and sit at the table and wait for me.”

He shakes his head, but listens to your words and sits in the chair.

“She’s so bossy,” Yoongi tells Tang as the cat finishes licking his bowl clean.

“You both love it.” You reply.

You switch on the stove. The sizzle of gas fills the kitchen as you begin to heat up the food.

A prickle runs up your arms, all the way down to your toes.

“You going to stop any time soon?” You ask, as you continue stirring the bubbling broth.

“No.”

When you turn around, he’s in his seat, hands clasped under his chin, just watching you.

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face.

You place the pots in front of him, he inhales deeply, “This smells so good.”

He leans forward immediately, peering through the rising steam, “Wow, baby, kimchi jjiggae?” He moves onto the next pot, almost placing his head inside, “tteokbokki too? And steamed crab?”

“Be careful, it’s hot.” You start ladling food into his bowl, making sure to give him large servings of everything.

“You’ve already eaten.” You say sternly, shaking your finger at Tang.

He stares back, lets out a sharp meow, then walks off, flicking you with his tail.

“Rude.” You mutter.

“You prepared so much,” he says quietly, “thank you, baby.”

“Eat, my love.”

You sit opposite him, tucking your feet under you, waiting for him to take his first bite.

He picks up his chopsticks and tastes the tteokbokki.

“So good.” He murmurs, chewing slowly as he closes his eyes.

He goes back in for another bite.

Then another.

Chopsticks lingering just in front of his mouth, he narrows his eyes, “Why aren’t you eating?”

“Oh, yeah.” You quickly pick up your chopsticks. “I am.”

But you’re already satiated.

“Mhmm, been waiting for this moment all day,” your cheek presses against his chest as you curl into him. “The bed feels so empty when you’re not here.”

“Better now?” He asks, tucking a strand of her behind your ear.

“I’s just right.” You mumble, clinging to him.

A soft laugh ripples through him.

“Interesting.” He mutters.

“Whass interesting?” You stifle a yawn, shifting further into his embrace.

“I was thinking we need a bigger bed. I’m an inch away from falling off.”

You drape yourself fully over him, weight settling on top of him.

He lets out a laugh, “Exactly.”

“You’re being such a drama queen.” You roll your eyes, before giving in.

The bed dips as you prop yourself up, peering over his shoulder, then you turn and register the vast empty space behind you.

“Oops.” You giggle, shifting towards the center of the bed.

He scoots closer, tightening his grip around your waist, legs tangling with yours.

“That wasn’t a complaint, by the way.” He murmurs against your hair.

“Better not have been.”

He pulls you into the crook of his arm, keeping you close.

“Missed falling asleep with you too.” He says.

There’s a shift at the end of the bed - Tang is stretching out between you two.

“Maybe we do need a bigger bed.” You chuckle.

“Our little chonk.” Yoongi huffs.

“Hmmm,” You agree, lazily dragging your nails down his spine.

He shivers.

You stop.

“Mmm, again.” He demands, shifting into your touch.

“So bossy,” You tease, dragging your fingers up his spine this time.

The hairs along his back rise under your touch.

You lift the sheets, tucking him in.

“You know, I meant what I said earlier.” His voice slightly rougher than before.

“Which part?” Your fingers still moving.

“That I missed your moans…i’s music to my ears.”

“Yoongi-”, you press your face into his side.

“S’true.” He adds immediately.

“Well…,” you begin slowly, quirking your lips. “I mean, technically, you are the one producing them, sooo….”

His shoulders shakes with silent laughter.

“Gonna need to do more of that.” He says, pulling the covers higher over the both of you.

Your fingers traverse up his spine, slower than before, twirling into the hair at his nape.

He shifts, finding a space to tuck his head into your chest.

His breathing evens out.

His grip slackens.

You’re already drifting off when you hear it -

“Can’t wait to wake up next to you.”

You wait.

“Yoongi?” You whisper tentatively.

He doesn’t answer; just pulls you closer, holding you there.

You were home again.