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you and me, always, forever - myg

pairing: boyfriend yoongi x female reader (established relationship)

genre: smut, so much fluff

word count: 1.5k (single part)

mdni!

summary: sometimes sadness consumes you, the grief is always there, always waiting to pounce, but you also always have yoongi to fuck it away.

warnings: mentions of grief + loss, yoongi is soft, slight dom yoongi, reader is grieving, missionary, he ignores her boobs, mentions of hand on neck and spanking but its only mentions, kisses, a tiny bit of oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming.

authors note: everyone deals with grief and loss differently, if this is triggering for anyone, my dms are open, i know what it's like to lose someone close and i am always here to listen.

Sobs consume your body, every muscle, every fiber, every feeling brings you immense pain. It consumed you, this pain, this loss, and you were alone in feeling it. Yoongi had gone out shopping, and nearly three months after it had happened you were sure you would be perfectly fine being alone for a while. Grief was easier with people around you, they distracted you from the larger scheme of pain, forced you to think of other things, but when you were alone, you had time to think, and that didn’t seem to be good for anyone. You’re curled up on the sofa, scrolling through old pictures on your phone, still sobbing, when Yoongi comes in the door. You instantly sit up, throwing your phone behind you and quickly wiping the tears from your face, as if you could hide this from him.

The thing was, you were so fed up with being a burden on him, you’d been with him for nearly two years, but this was by far the hardest thing you had ever been though, you were scared of depressing him too, and losing him as well.

“Y/N” he says, dropping the shopping and coming over to you, running a hand over your cheek, wiping away the tears you didn’t manage to. “It’s okay, i’m back.”

You pushed your face into his hand harder, you craved his touch, his comforting silence that kept you at bay from your thoughts. “I’m sorry Yoongi” you tell him, eyes wide and bloodshot looking up at him sadly.

“You don’t need to apologise, my love” he frowns, he holds your hand, pulling you from the couch and into his arms, he sways the two of you back and forth for a moment, running one hand through your hair, the other gripped tight around your waist. He steadies your breathing. He grounds you to him. Yoongi wasn’t good with words, this you knew, it was something you had learnt about him more recently. Why he was like this, you weren’t sure, he could write the most breathtaking raps full of emotion and vulnerability, yet he couldn’t find the words to comfort you. It had upset him to begin with, he had wanted to speak all these wise words to you, but nothing he said seemed good enough. You’d told him months ago,

“Yoongi, I don’t need you to be a philosopher, I need you to hold me.”

And that was what he had done since then. A few words “it's okay”, “i love you” and “i’m here.” That's all you needed, all you wanted. The feeling of his hands on you, his lips, his cock. That was all you needed. Then, once you had calmed down again and the world returned to its normal axis, the two of you would talk about your normal things, music, friends, work. No one would struggle, everything would be okay.

Your connection to Yoongi scared you, your reliance upon him when you were like this, you were scared of him leaving you. But he stayed, he will stay, the promise ring on your finger swore that, and you trusted him, more than anyone in this world. “Yoongi” you sigh, the tears now back behind their little mental wall, though the sadness still has you in a grip.

“Mmmh” he hums.

“Make it go away” you say softly, “please.”

He doesn’t reply, just walks the two of you across your flat toward your bedroom. You’re surprised he hasn’t picked you up, thrown you over his shoulder like he normally did when you asked him to do this for you. Normally it was fast and hard, with his hand around your neck or a hand spanking your ass, and it normally started with him man-handling you. Why? Because the fear and pain of sex made the fear and pain of grief go away, but today, he gently placed you onto the bed, kissing your neck and your bare arms as he did. Yoongi pulls your little silk pajama top over your head, leaving your boobs on display to him, but he doesn’t touch them, hardly looks at them as he hooks his finger around the waistband of your panties and pulls them down over your knees, chucking them behind him without a care as to where they landed. He presses soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, painfully far away from your center. “So beautiful,” he says, looking at you, and you blush, because any compliment he ever gave had this effect on you, sometimes it was like the two of you were in your first weeks of dating again. He watches you blush, knowing that his words had that effect on you. Then, without much of a warning, he licks one stripe up your core, pretty much from your asshole to your clit. Whining, you urge him to do it again, but he seems to still be doing things in his own time, he’s still the one in control here.

“Wait, Y/N.” he frowns, still between his legs. “It will feel better if you wait.”

Before you can complain, he does the same action again, licking up your entrance and over your clit. Trying to urge him on, you thread your hands through his hair and try to push him onto you. He pulls away quickly, still stronger than you, and huffs, probably annoyed.

“Y/N, let me make love to you please” he complains, threading one of his hands through yours.

“But-” you begin, though he cuts you off.

“Don’t be afraid to feel emotions Y/N.” he tells you, rubbing his thumb over your hand. “I just wanna be close to you. Want you to feel me everywhere.”

He’s kissing on your neck again, he feels so close, so much closer than he normally does. It's enough for you to agree. “Please, Yoongi, make love to me”

To the outside world, this may have sounded a little cringy, but to you and Yoongi, in this moment, you were each other's worlds, and what happened outside didn’t matter. You let him kiss you slowly, kiss you everywhere whilst you let out little moans and whines for more, though you know you wont get it. There may be tears in your eyes, but he kisses them away. And as he strips down to his shirt, and pulls off his jeans, all you can do is tell him how much you love him. How much you need him. How thankful you are that you have him.

He quickly silences you when he enters you, slow and sweet and you can feel every gorgeous inch and vein of his glorious cock. He groans and so do you. It was wonderful, you hadn't felt Yoongi like this in so long. Gripping onto his biceps, so hard you were bound to leave marks with your nails, you anchor yourself to him as hips press against your stomach. “I love you” you say, your voice soft, raw from the pleasure.

“I love you” he tells you back, his cock still pressed into the deepest area of your core. He's so close to your cervix in this position, he fits you so well. You want to tell him this, but he’s slowly pulling out, his cock dragging your walls, you feel him in every part of your body, and it leaves you speechless. Gosh, you loved him. You loved this.

You thread a hand through his hair, he’d been growing it out long recently and it suited him so well. You play with his hair as he pushes into you, still slow and deep, his lips brushing yours on every thrust of his smooth hips. His name falls from your mouth like a constant prayer. “Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi” at every thrust, because he's your everything. Consumed by him, filled by his cock and his soft touches, you’re nearing your orgasm, and it's obvious in the way your pussy flutters around him.

“I love you” he tells you, and you don’t know if this is permission to cum, because that's what he normally gives you, but with your heart full of his love, and your brain void of all thoughts but him, you orgasm. Spasming around his cock, which is what makes him cum, ropes of white warming you from the inside, mixing with your wetness as Yoongi continues softly moving though your orgasms.

Instead of collapsing on top of you, and suffocating you with his body, he flips the two of you around, still inside of you, going soft. You’re against his chest, tracing the outline of a heart over his heart, so glad that it keeps him alive, so grateful he's alive. That he’s here with you. With him, you’ll never be alone. As he goes soft, his cock plugs in all the cum he's spent inside of you, and you look up at him wide eyed, one day, the two of you would put that cum to use, you’d get married, have kids, grow old, hold hands. He offered you all of that, he offered you hope.

You fall asleep thinking of him as he runs a hand through your hair, his cock still inside of you. Distantly, you think you hear him say "you and me, always, forever" but you're not sure, and you're asleep before you can think any more of it.

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sugaimhome · 1 year

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small emotional yoongi drabble coming later

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sugaimhome · 1 year

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im so not used to writing two projects at once its so weird

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sugaimhome · 1 year

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I discovered your writing with Next Door and I loved it so much! I hope you're going to write another part 🥰 (I aslo love your other stories)

thank you so much 🥺 I will write more to next door, thank you for reading 🥰🥰

#answered #thank you so much

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sugaimhome · 1 year

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If you add a period at the end of sentences in your fics then it will upgrade the quality of your stories by a ton! I just read 'back it up' and it was amazing but adding a period to the end of sentences would make your stories a lot more enjoyable to read :)

it would be amazing if you could elaborate on this! as far as I am concerned I DO use periods at the end of my sentences. I write with longer sentences with more clauses and subordinates naturally so there shouldn't really be a problem here.

also I proof read but I don't have someone to beta read my works so things can very easily get missed.

thank you (:

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sugaimhome · 1 year

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late night fuck | JJK

Genre: smut & fluff (obvs)

Pairing: bfjungkook!au x fem. reader.

Summary: pretty heavy make out sesh with lazy bfjungkook! after a long and tiring week.

WARNINGS!: literally none, everything is so perfect & they’re so cute. protected sex always!

CONTAINS: lots of kisses, (sloppy ones), grinding, swearing, no aftercare (sorry, kook is lazy), cursing, if i’m forgetting smth let me know!

this is SO BAD, literally i just wrote this and posted it, maybe lots of incoherent sentences or typos sorry😫

the way his plumpy lips played with your bottom one was exhilarating. his hands fondled your waist as your legs rested on both sides of his thighs.

it was just past midnight, you and your boyfriend decided to spend some quality time together since last week has got the both of you busy with work.

"babe… take it off,” you scoffed, slightly grabbing the hem of his tshirt when your lips detached.

jungkook bit his lip piercing as he moved some hair from your face. you knew him, he was cocky and enjoyed it when you were needy, only for him.

he slowly opened his eyes and a soft pinch on your skin made you slightly jump “alright,” he said lifting his arms “you do it.” the black fabric slowly slipped off his body, and you just had to stare for a moment “what? like what you see?” he asked, with an obvious pinch of sarcasm.

“shut up.” you said, imitating his previous actions, feeling the softness of his fingers travel your figure.

“so beautiful,” he whispered.

you smiled.

his hair was soft and some of them were tangled in your hands as his head rested on the bed frame while you pecked his jaw, then his neck, and under his ear.

“god,” you suddenly groaned, eyes shut when jungkook accidentally lifted his hips in order to find a more comfortable position. it made your pussy come in contact with his bulge, and the further friction was driving you mad.

“you liked that?” he asked when he noticed you searching for more contact.

“mhm.” was everything you said.

so he held your hips tightly and raised his hips once again to help you pleasure yourself using him.

“god you look so hot like this.” he groaned.

thanks to that, grinding became erratic and kisses sloppier, but jungkook stopped and stared at you under the dim light “lay down, gonna fuck you real good,”

you smiled and hopped off of him, laying on your back, mindfully observing his hasty movements.

jungkook got rid of his and your bottoms at the snap of a finger and your felt your heart-beating vividly as he grabbed a condom from a box in the table next to his bed.

once he hovered you, he gave you one last peck on your lips and hugged your small figure to enter you slowly.

“fuck,” he muttered, feeling you clenching around his length.

“shit,” you moaned on his ear feeling him slightly slide out of you, to enter again, deeply.

he kept his pace for a while, the only sound on the bedroom being the tv in the background and the constant skin to skin contact. but he couldn’t hold it in for much longer, so when you’d adjusted to him just right, you tapped his shoulder and quickly nodded, guiding him.

the duvets felt stickier on your back, but you couldn’t care less. everything was perfect, and you were being fucked just right.

“fuck can I go faster?” he asked before doing anything. you nodded again, eyes shut, fast breathing “words babe.”

“yes fuck, just… move,” you managed to say, hearing a low groan.

so, as you said he did, he lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. he moved faster and harder, in a certain way that had made your stance blurry. his hips were rocking your body so good.

he loved the way you squirmed under him, the way your eywbrows puckered anytime he fingered you, the way your skin turned a light crimson and when you used your hands to pinch your nipples to pleasure yourself. you were a work of art. you were his, only his.

“I’m so freaking close,” jungkook breathed drowning his face in your neck.

“me too,”

and within minutes and some more thrusts, when you reached your high, he did too, his body dropping above yours. you could feel his heart beating, his breathing too.

“babe…” you whispered “you’re heavy,” you reminded, watching him lay next to you with his eyes closed.

“sorry”

“it’s ‘kay, but we gotta clean ourselves…”

“hmm, too lazy, let’s do it tomorrow,” jungkook said, snoozing.

“come on… we’re dirty.” you tried to stand up but his hand around your hip made it impossible “alright, I guess it’s not happening.” you jokingly said.

“nah not at all.” he added, smiling at you.

damn this is so bad sorry😫

damn this is crap🤡

damn this is crap🧚‍♀️

Damn this is crap😻

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sugaimhome · 1 year

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The NDA couple is so hot😫😫 your writing is amazinggg🫶🫶🫶 thanks for the Drabble I loved it!

thank you so so much. the next door couple are everything to me 😭

people complementing my writing makes me so happy, I often get worried about its quality so this was very needed 🥹

#next door jjk #next door again jjk

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sugaimhome · 1 year

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back it up - myg

pairing: producer yoongi x female reader (established relationship)

genre: smut, fluff

mdni!

summary: after a long day of work, yoongi tries to find a way to make the both of you relax, what better than recording your moans to go on his backing track.

warnings: yoongi is lowkey a workaholic but will do anything for reader, spanking, overstimulation if you squint, unprotected sex, recording of moans, little bit of dry humping, dom! yoongi, dirty talk, they should totally get married, the softest yoongi ever

Yoongi was fed up with work. He’d woken up at the same time as you this morning, had gotten ready alongside you, he even had breakfast. He’d kissed you before you left, smacked you on the arse as you walked out the door. Then he tried to work. He had worked for ten hours and had nothing to show for it. Ten hours of reshaping the same song again and again, but it wasn’t right, would never be, there was something missing that he couldn’t quite figure out.

Sitting on the sofa, feet up just waiting to hug you the second you got in, Yoongi contemplated all of this. He thought about the missing part to the track, and how he would need to figure it out soon, the two of you relied on his income, without it you wouldn’t be able to afford this place. Yoongi didn’t want to let you down. He couldn’t seem to be able to move on from the song either, his brain was totally stuck on it.

He’d show you. You, with no musical knowledge would have the answer. He’s shaking his leg anxiously when the door opens and you step in, your bags weighing you down completely. You'd taken more shifts. Because of him, because he couldn't sort his shit out. He rushes to you, taking your bags and kissing you on the forehead, if he had the choice, you'd never suffer that stupid job again. Selfless when it comes to Yoongi you ask "how did it go today?" an understanding smile on your face, this wasn't a ridicule it was a kind question, to show you cared, hadn't given up on him.

Instead of disappointing you, Yoongi takes your hand "I want to show you."

Your face lights up, he felt bad for giving you hope, but he was so convinced you knew the answer. You wash your hands, wiping them on the towel before following Yoongi upstairs.

The genius lab sign seemed to be a little bit of a joke as he opened the door, he was no genius these days. But you had gotten him that sign, you trusted him.

Leading you through the door, he takes prime seat on his chair, holding your waist to lead you onto his lap where he cages you between his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder to view his computer. Setting up the speakers, making sure they're not too loud for you after a long day at work, he pulls up the file. You look at it in awe, unsure how all the layers and levels work. Proudness consumed his body.

As the beat shakes the floor, Yoongi holds onto you tight. Pulling your ass onto his crotch, he leans back for a moment just to look at the way your bodies fitted together. When his voice starts playing over the track, he almost wants to turn it off straight away. There was no way this was good enough. You don't say a thing, only sucking in a breath when his laugh cuts all the music and vocals. That was a good reaction at least. He'd spent five hours getting that laugh right. You tap a foot to the beat, leaning back against him as you watch the track run across the screen. Yoongi is glad when it's over.

"Oh my goodness Yoongi,'' you say, and instantly Yoongi assumes the worst.

"It's bad?" He asks you, frowning.

"No! No! just so vulgar" You raise your eyebrows at him. You hadn't missed the sexual references. He hadn't intended for it to be so sexual but that's how it ended up. Maybe that's what was wrong with it. "I really like it, Yoongi, but maybe there's something missing?"

Damn. He's not mad, but he had hoped you would have more than that. "Maybe it's a beat or something in the backing track, considering it's so sexual, maybe it needs to be slower? or add more laughs in?"

He looks at you wide eyed. "I like that idea." he kisses you on the neck "thank you for listening, love."

You almost melt into his touch, sighing as his hands caress your body. "Go have a shower, clean off and cool down, okay?" He says to you, "I've got a surprise for you when you come out."

You giggle, not knowing what this surprise was. Happy nonetheless, and Yoongi wonders what he did right to have a living ball of light like you to brighten his darkness.

Walking away, swaying your hips on purpose Yoongi tries his very best to ignore you, focusing on his computer and slowing down his voice and the track. It was much better, but he would have to re-record his voice later, though it seems you were right. Though slower and definitely fitting the vibe better, the backing track now felt empty. He facepalms. He’d have to re-work the backing track and his vocals.

Just as he contemplates opening up his microphone, you appear in the doorway, hair wet, tits pressing against a thin nightgown you had put on after your shower. “Yoongi, need you to come hug me.” you say, and you would always come before his work, so leaving his computer and set up open he heads towards you. Grabbing you gently around the thighs he prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist. You do, and as you hug into his neck, he carries you down the stairs, being careful not to trip and hurt you.

“Long day?” he asks, though fearful of your answer, your extra hours were proving to be the bane of his existence.

“Just busy, would have been the same no matter how many hours I worked”

He’s laying back on the sofa now, letting you lay against his chest. “I am sorry” he admits, just saying what he had been thinking.

“Don’t apologise Yoongi, I really don’t mind”

He strokes your hair, running a hand though the wet strands. He lived to comfort you. “I’ll sort it out soon, I promise.”

Yoongi knows he will do anything. “I would work 23 hours a day Yoongi, but as long as I got to spend the other hour with you, it would all be worth it.”

He really needed to sort his shit out. Though, until he could do that, he thought of another way to make it up to you. “Let me help you relax,” he says. All you do is hum, running a finger over his bicep. “Wanna make you feel good” In response to this, you move slightly against his crotch. Hissing, he shifts his hips to rub against your core. “Want you moaning around my cock.”

You hum again, though this time it’s more of a moan. Heat rushes to his core.

“Whose cock are you gonna moan around?” he asks, halting his dry humping until you respond.

“Gonna moan because of Yoongi.”

Proud, he starts moving again, then he freezes. Moaning.

A slowed version of his song. With moaning in the background. Not a lot, but enough to make it obvious to someone who knew how to please, or had been pleased.

“Y//N” he says, and you whine. “How do you feel about recording your moans”

Instantly, your head snaps up to look him in the eyes. With your chin on his chest he can’t help but miss how tired you looked. “Huh”

“The song. I think that's the answer.”

“And you want my moans on the track?”

His eyebrows shoot upwards, “why wouldn’t I. You’re my girlfriend.”

“My moans aren’t very pretty.” you tell him, and he wants to call you a fool.

“Your moans are the prettiest moans I have ever heard.” he says, rocking his hips back up into yours again, your eyes go wide.

“Yeah, we can record my moans, if you make me feel good enough.” you taunt him.

“Do you doubt my ability, love?” he replies to you, his little brat. You shake your head, suddenly compliment after your previous comment.

Carrying you back up stairs he kicks his foot against the genius lab door, it swings open as you grind yourself against him, your dress has ridden up and your smooth thighs are all he can see. God, he's so drunk on you, he hasn't yet figured out how he's going to do this though. He hits the microphone button with his hand, it opens up and a new recording starts. Now he needed to find a way to get you comfortable where the microphone would pick up on all your little sounds. "I'll be alright like this Yoongi" You tell him when you see him faffing about.

Here, is bent over the microphone, mouth practically on the soft foam, legs slightly open, hands on the desk in front of you. "Fuck this is hot" he tells you, instantly dropping to his knees and lifting your dress up around your waist.

As always, when he sees your cunt, his jaw drops to the flaw. You are so beautiful. He would always be amazed when he saw you. Then it hits him that you're not wearing any pants. "Little slut" he calls you and he watches you shift on your feet.

"Only for you, Yoongi." You respond and Yoongi is more turned on than he'd like to admit when he realises all of this will be recorded, not just your moans but your words for him. Knelt on the ground behind you, he watches your entrance glisten as he parts you with his fingers.

"So wet for me Y/N"

Moaning in response, you struggle to hold yourself up as he presses one finger against your clit and one against your entrance, slowly pushing it inside of you. Your body makes squelching sounds as he enters another finger, then fucks them into you. Every time he pushes back into your pussy the wetness can be heard throughout the room, the sound definitely picked up by the microphone. Yoongi just sits and watches your ass jiggle everytime his palm presses against it. When you begin to uncontrollably moan, he stops, knowing you're close to orgasm.

"Yoongi-" you begin.

"You know the rules, only around my cock" he says, standing up and gripping your waist to press his clothed, hard cock against your ass.

He unzips his trousers, pulling them down and stepping out of them, his cock bounces up and hits him in the stomach. Yoongi hisses through his teeth at the freedom.

There was no way he was going to give you the satisfaction of fucking you straight away, so he presses his palm against the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing it in his hand. He raises it into the air and brings it back down quickly.

He would find a space in his song for the sound of his hand hitting your ass, and the moan you let out even if he had to redo it completely. Smoothing his hand over the reddened skin he comforts you until the skin has calmed down, then he does the same on the other side. The sound music to his ears. This time, your moan is almost a short confined scream. Damn.

He'd have this recording to play back for himself whenever he wanted. At the tip of his fingers. He slaps your ass three more times on each side, sending you flying forward each time until there's tears falling down your face.

"Are you okay, my love, do you need to use the safe word?" He asks, his number one concern is always how you were feeling with the situation, but you shake your head, happy to carry on.

The weight of his dick in his hand is a gentle release, he was immensely hard and horny and desperately needed to be buried to the hilt inside your cunt. "All this cunt just for me."

"I'm all for you Yoongi." You sigh, compliant to his need to possess you, to make sure the world knew you were his. As an artist, he had to share many moments of his private life, but he would never share you. He grabs your waist, his nails digging crescents into your skin. His cock rests against your ass, sitting snugly between your reddened cheeks. He could orgasm just like this, but it wasn't about him, it was all about you. It was always about you.

Gripping the base of his cock he glides it though your folds, you sigh, moaning into the microphone. Everytime he entered you, even if he did it three times a day, would be exactly like the first time for him. The two of you were made for each other, he fits inside of you so well and you squeezed his cock so wonderfully. He felt so comfortable inside of you, and he knew that you felt the same. "Fucking hell, I love you Y/N" is all he can manage to say before he's thrusting his hips into you, deep and slow, threading a hand though your hair to make sure he could hit the deepest spots inside of you. This was making love roughly, the way he held you so hard it hurt, compared to the gentle but deep thrusts of his cock against your walls. Everytime he bottoms out, you moan sweetly into the microphone, he almost forgot that that's what all of this was about. Your moans on his track everyone would know you were his.

He fucks you deeper, loving the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, he could tell you were close, moaning every time he pushes into you. “Are you gonna cum around my cock?” he asks, dying to feel you milk him of his cum. When you don’t reply, he spanks your ass once, kneading the skin afterwards.

“I’m close Yoongi” you moan “I love your cock.”

That was going on the track. Maybe he’d change professions and become a porn star.

When you cum, you let out such a guttural moan he’s not sure if it's the most perfect moan to add to his track, or if it's just too vulgar, you weren’t over exaggerating as you came around him, your walls clenching him into your pussy as he came as well, shooting his cum as deep into your pussy as he could manage. He pulls out, loving the way both of your juices coated his cock. “Even our cum looks good together.”

He can tell you’re still feeling your orgasm, so he reaches up and slaps you on the pussy once, you flinch, shooting forward on the table and complaining “sensitive”

This only made Yoongi laugh. “Come on, lets get you tucked up into bed huh” he says, walking past the microphone and clicking the save button before he picks you up bridal style and walks the two of you across the hallway to your room.

“Need a hug” you mumble, kissing at his jawline.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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