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justkpopstuffinmyhead · 8 years ago

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Yongguk - The reason I live is you ♥

Member: BAP’s Bang Yongguk

Pairing: Idol!Yongguk X Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Happy end

Warnings: Fighting, smut

Words: 2,275

Summary: You don’t fight. But this time you do. And it seems like making up involves a lot more, than just talking,

A/N: Y’all are thirsty. I’m not rly happy with this (’cause let’s face it I’m bad at writing smut [because i don’t eally know what’s too much to handle])but i hope I didn’t murder your request too much @perfectly-sarcastic ♥

You don’t fight. Don’t get me wrong, Yongguk and you definitely argue sometimes but you never really fight. One of you always hits the emergency break, avoiding the worst. Tonight, though, is different. Yongguk came home, exhausted by a hard day at work, his anxiety grabbing onto the edges of his consciousness – and you could feel it.

So you did your best, preparing his favorite dinner, which he left untouched. Massaging his tense shoulders, only to be pushed away rather ungentle. You then decided that it might be better for you to go to your shared bedroom to relax a bit, maybe read a book. The quiet toddle of your naked feet could be heart throughout the quiet apartment, so when a deep sigh suddenly accompanied them, you almost stopped walking - almost, because you were sure that Yongguk didn’t want to see you right now. Although your feelings were hurt, you understood that maybe, he just needed to relax a bit and be on his own. Calm down and then he would return to being the cuddly, soft Yongguk you know.

“This is how you thank me for bringing home money? For buying the apartment?” It’s barely 10 minutes later that Yongguk walks through the door. You’re curled up in the middle of your bed, pillows all around you, and a romantic book in your hand. “What do you mean?” you close the book carefully, after putting a piece of paper between the pages as a bookmark. You heard of people bending the pages to remember where they are, but in your eyes, they are monsters. “I’m in a bad mood and you just decide to curl up and read? To leave me alone? I bought this apartment! I pay for your clothes! Our food!” You feel yourself become defensive. You cross your arms over your chest and look at him with rage. “First, I cooked your favorite food and tried to massage you. When you didn’t eat the food and pushed me away I thought that you just want to be on your own for a while. Calm down.” You take a deep breath in order to remain calm. “And second. . . I go to work as well. I might not be an idol, but I work from seven in the morning to four or five in the afternoon. I earn money as well. I never asked you to buy my stuff, but you always insist that you love buying my stuff.” You know that you are by now bright read in your face.

You never wanted him to buy your clothes, your food, pay for your dates. The fact that he holds this against you now hurts and angers you. “Well I didn’t want to be alone! I wanted you to just be by my side and hold me. But you would never understand me. You don’t understand how I feel.” He turned around and angrily walked towards the door, making you jump out of bed and follow him. “Where are you going?” You demanded to know when he put on his warm jacked and slipped into his shoes. “I don’t know, probably some pub. Maybe I’ll find someone who will understand me.” You look at him in shock, his words like a slap in the face. Tears are filling your eyes, threatening to spill as you look at him in disappointment. “If you step through this door I won’t be here when you return.” His implication of possibly cheating on you – something he would never do, you know that – hit you really hard. He hesitates and turns around to see your eyes filled with tears. Your breath is going hard and when he realizes how you could interpret his words, his eyes widen. “Y/N. You think I’d. . .” He raises his hand, reaching out for you but you just step back, your eyes fixed onto the wooden floor next to your feet. “You think I’d cheat on you?” He steps right in front of you and takes your face into his hands, lifting it, so your eyes meet his. “People do stupid stuff when they are angry and drunk. I don’t think you’d do it but. . . You made it sound like that and you are so angry.” You feel yourself shake; your eyes are searching the room for somewhere to look other than his eyes. “Babe. . .”

He’s at a loss of words, so he only presses his lips against yours, which surprises you, so it takes you a second to respond. This second makes Yongguks heart race in fear and his kiss becomes more desperate. You respond to his kiss and his hands wander to your hips, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his middle. You fumble with his thick jacket, struggling to take it off, when he starts carrying you to your bed. “Shoes.” You say in a scolding manner as you hear his soles against the floor. He smiles into the kiss and kicks the shoes off and carries you to your bedroom where he drops you onto the bed. Your eyes look up at him and you feel the love for him spill over, washing away all the doubt that tried to creep into your heart and brain, replacing it with a warm feeling. A stray tear runs down your cheek and Yongguk bows down to you, his lips catching it and moving to your ear, leaving a soft, damp trail behind. “Don’t cry. I will never leave you. I’ll make sure you remember.” He presses you into the pillows you left on the bed and runs his full, soft lips over your jawline, down to your collarbone, where he gently sucks on the tender flesh, making you moan softly. “I hate that you doubted me.” He says as he proudly examines the lovebite he left behind. “Yongguk. Don’t beat yourself up over it. ” You say and look down at him. “I will make you remember.” There is a fire in his eyes and you know that he won’t be soft or gentle tonight. You will be dusted with small, purple circles, because Yongguk likes to mark you as his when he is rough. Your legs wrap themselves around his hip and you can feel his erection against you already wet core

All the anger is just gone and replaced by passion. “This has to go.” He whispers, staring at the shirt you are wearing – one of his - and he doesn’t take the time to take it off you but rust rips it in half. You gasp and he presses his lips to you now exposed nipple – you already took your bra off when you came home because it’s just too uncomfortable. Yongguks arms wrap around your waist as you arch your back and he lifts you up, removing the fabric and throwing it across the room. You feel the mattress beneath your body again and shiver as his left hand makes its way to your exposed nipple, working on it, carefully tugging it and massaging it, bringing you pleasure. When he is finally satisfied, he kisses down to your pyjamabottoms – a pair of shorts with animated cats printed all over them, but they are so short, that they are barely worth mentioning. He leaves behind a trail of hickeys and then swiftly takes off your shorts, leaving you no time to adjust to the cold that suddenly hits your wet core, because his warm lips immediately replace the fabric. You feel is tongue slide over your clit, massaging it, making you moan his name. “Yongguk please fuck me.” you gasp when he slides one finger in, but you know that he is not planning on letting you cum immediately. Yongguk is in a playful mood, which often results in you begging him to let you cum.

He drives you so close to your orgasm, but right when you are about to grasp it, let go of everything, his mouth disappears and his fingers follow. “Yongguk” You whimper and he kisses you softly, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “I don’t want you to cum like this. I want to be inside you. . ” You look at him and are still able to see the pain in his eyes. It’s hidden in a faraway corner of his mind, but not far enough. He takes off his clothes himself, his eyes not leaving you and when he is finally naked, he enters you completely in one, swift thrust. You gasp for air, needing time to adjust to his size, but he doesn’t give you any time, he just starts to move fluently inside you, your moans could be heard throughout the entire apartment, and when you finally cum, he joins you. He softly pants next to your ear and keeps moving – something that almost feels painful in due to how sensitive you feel after an orgasm. The two of you keep going and when he collapses next to you, you curl into him seeking his warmth because the cold air of your bedroom is resulting in goosebumps spreading all over your exposed skin. Yongguk quickly wraps the two of you up in one of your blankets, pressing kisses all over your face. “I love you” he whispers and you just make an agreeing noise, because you are too exhausted. Your upper body is covered in purple marks, you feel sore between your legs and your muscles are exhausted. “Sleep, babe.” Yongguk instructs and you agree, falling asleep almost instantly, only to be woken up by a nightmare a few hours later.

The bedroom is dark and quiet except for your breathing. The dream felt so real and after your argument with Yongguk it hit really close to home. You can barely remember what happened, but you know that it was related to the argument the two of you had and you remember seeing Yongguk with a woman in your bed. Tears run down your cheek and you sit up to walk to the bathroom and calm yourself down. Unfortunately the strong arms are so tightly wrapped around your body, that Yongguk wakes up as soon as you move. “It’s not time to wake up babe.” His rough sleepy voice would usually make you melt into a puddle, but now it makes you shiver and drives tears to your eyes, because the thought of one day, waking up without him, breaks you. “Babe?” Yongguk is immediately wide awake and sits up, looking at your face, illuminated by the dim light of the alarm clocks on your night stands – two, because the two of you wake up at different times – and presses you into his body. It happened before – you, waking up due to nightmares after having arguments, but this is the worst is has ever been. “Nightmare?” Yongguk whispers and you nod into his chest. You start seeking his touch and straddle him, kissing his lips and running your hands into his hair. Yongguk kisses you back softly and quickly detaches his lips from yours, rubbing his nose against yours. “Are you sore?” he asks, nuzzling your neck softly. You nod and press your body into him, sneaking your fingers between the two of you and touch his soft member. “Not when you are sore.” He says softly. It’s something he made up in his mind. He wouldn’t sleep with you when you were sore. “Please” you beg and keep massaging his now erected member as you press your lips to his. His walls crumble and you feel it, resulting in you raising your hips to align his erection with your entrance and you lowered yourself onto him, carefully moving on him. Yongguk moans and showers every part of your body he could reach with kisses, whispering how much he loves you. When the two of you cum, you lay back down and fall back asleep.

“Babe, wake up.” You open your eyes and see Yongguk in a pair of snug boxer shorts. You stretch and look at your alarm clock. It’s Saturday and you are off work, but usually Yongguk should have left for the studio two hours ago. “Why are you here?” you look at Yongguk and see that he is your big, cuddly bear again. “I didn’t want to leave you. Not after tonight. Not after what happened yesterday.” He looks away, clearly ashamed by what he said last night. “I ran you a bath. While you’re in there I’ll go and get breakfast.” He brushes your hair out of your face. “You could just wait and I’d make breakfast” He shakes his head and kisses you. “I already showered and told them to prepare it. I’ll go get dressed and get it now.” You stand up and flinch because of the sore feeling between your legs. “Take your time.” He says and takes a pair of pants as soon as you entered the bathroom. You saw roses everywhere and lower yourself into the warm bathtub, wincing when the warm water hits your sensitive core and the pain makes you remember what he did to you last night, making you blush. You stay in the tub for half an hour and then wash your hair and body, then dry yourself off and dress yourself. “Babe?” Yongguk calls as he enters the apartment. You walk down the hallway while drying your hair. He raises multiple bags and smiles at you with his huge, gummy smile.

You don’t fight. Usually, but this time, you did. However, this fight wouldn’t break you. It only made you relationship stronger.

A/N:Do you guys know that some of my titles are lyrics translated into English? without consulting google, can anyone guess where this title is from?

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