#domestic yoongi

[yoonlattesworld]

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Husband yoongi x wife reader one shot

Synopsis: in which, you feel like he doesn't love you anymore which was the result of him working and neglecting you for almost a month. So of course he has to show you how much he needs you.

Genre/warnings: married au,fluff, smut , angst, unprotected sex,breeding kink,dom yoongi, slight fingering, dry humping, husband yoongi, needy sex,yearning,edging,sir kink.

Taglist (open) ♡ @bunnyrhe @rosquilleta @creatorspalace @raineandskye @shymagda-7 @yoonaasa

Author's pov

You sighed watching the empty side of bed where your husband was supposed to be. The sheets were cold meaning he has been gone since hours. You lost count of how many times it has been that he came home late after you fell asleep and went to work early when you were still sleeping. The only time you can manage to see him was if you wake up at early hours so you could catch him before he left. It almost made you feel as if he's doing it on purpose so he doesn't have to see you.

You know you shouldn't feel like this. You have always known that he is very passionate about his work and take pride in it. But you can't help it. Not when it's been almost a month since you properly saw him. Hugged him, kissed him. When was the last time you even had a proper conversation with him? Are you the only one who misses him? Does he not feel this way? And even as you miss just being with him, your body yearns for him too. And it hurts to think that you're the only one who is yearning for him when it's been more than a month since you both had any intimacy.

You sniffle quietly and brush away the small tear that managed to escaped before getting up to take a shower. Even while brushing your teeth,you miss him when you're suddenly reminded of the time when you both used to brush together when you were dating. Or when you both would share a sweet, innocent kiss after brushing which would sometimes turn into a more heated one. Which would end up with you pinned against the shower wall. Even in those times,you felt safe,loved.

Sighing you got out of the shower and wore one of his hoodie over some comfortable pajama pants. You were planning to go grocery shopping today but now you just want to crawl back on the bed and silently sit by yourself. After drinking your coffee, you busied yourself with work in hopes of not thinking about him. You're sure you cleaned the whole house spotless by noon and realized it was almost 2 pm. Not having the mood to make a proper meal you ate your favorite ramen. You were going to eat alone anyway.

You managed to go through half a day without having constantly reminded of him, thanks to all the chores. But now after eating, you realized you had nothing to do anymore other than sitting on the couch alone with a thin blanket wrapped around you.Mindlessly changing the channels, you don't know when you picked up your phone. Or when you scrolled through his number. But before you could stop yourself, your thumb had already clicked on his number and only when you heard the ring, did you realized what you had done.

A ring went by and you immediately panicked when his deep voice was heard. "Hello? Y/n are you alright?"

Your heart soared. His first response to your unexpected call was to make sure you're fine. Well you couldn't blame him because you never called him during work hours. "Y/n? Baby you there?" Oh you forgot the call was on. Clearing your throat you responded "y-yeah I'm alright "

It was silent for a moment before he said "you sure? You don't usually call me around this time"

Great now you even made him worried. Feeling tears welling up you said "I'm fine i-i just wanted to know if you're coming home tonight? Are you busy right now?" You didn't noticed the small crack in your voice but he did.

"I'm in a middle of something but i can come home right now babygirl. Are you sure you're fine?"

Hearing the concern in his voice only made more tears fill in your eyes and you only felt worse knowing you disturbed him when he was working. "Oh" you sniffled pulling the blanket tighter and mumbled "n-no you don't need to come home it's okay just make sure to take a break and eat properly. Bye" you went to hang up knowing you'll start sobbing if you heard his voice any longer but he wasn't going to let you do that.

"Y/n don't hang up" hearing his deep voice your thumb froze over the red icon and you hesitantly placed the phone back over your ear. You can imagine him running his hair through his hair right now. Sometimes he did when he was stressed or frustrated. "Talk to me doll. What happened?"

Not being able to hide it,a sob ripped through your throat. A sound that immediately send yoongi into a frenzy of worries. Feeling his heart clenching at the broken sound he stood up from his office chair "y/n? Baby what's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?" He was about to take his suit jacket when the next words you whispered halted his steps.

"Do you still love me?" Silence was all you heard through the other line making you doubt your actions. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously not hearing any response . Another second went by before you uttered "y-yoongi?-"

"What did you say?" Your eyes widened when you heard the anger in his voice. It seemed more than anger. Almost fury. "Y/n. What did you say?" You were biting your bottom lip so hard you winced when you tasted the metallic liquid. Taking a deep shaky breath, you whispered "do you love me anymore?"

The line went dead silent before you looked at the phone surprised when you realized yoongi hung up. He cut the call. What does that mean? You let out a muffled sob, trying to hide the sound by your hands as more tears spilled from your eyes. Sniffling you wiped your face and stood up, going to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You're almost sure he won't come home today. You just want to go back to the time when he was sweet boyfriend. Why did this have to happen? What if there is someone else? Someone better than you?

After drinking the water you went over to the sink to wash your face, to get rid of the dry tears. After wiping your face you took a shaky breath, making your way towards the stairs but then you heard the door lock beeping signaling someone is entering the password. Turning around a little surprised, you started walking towards the living room. No one usually comes here around this time that's why you were a little startled. But what surprised you more was when the door was ripped open and you saw your husband yoongi walking inside with long strides. His face holding a furious expression. Looking at him with wide eyes you said "y-yoongi?"

He looked at you as if he wanted to devour you as he walked towards you with dominant steps. His jaw was clenched and before you could say anything, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you flush towards you and smashed his lips on yours causing you to stumble back with a gasp as your hands found their place on his chest. His grip around you tighten and he let out an almost animalistic growl kissing you harder which had you gasping for air as you struggled to keep up with his pace. His other hand went to the back of your head and he gripped your hair pulling you ina deeper kiss causing you to whimper.

"Y-yoongi what's g-gotten into you" you gasped in between the kiss as he continued sucking and biting your lips till they were red and bruised. "How dare you" he groaned with his hand going down inside your pajamas and you gasped as he roughly pushed your panties aside and only now did you realized how wet you got just by him kissing you. A small whimper left your lips when his long fingers came in contact with your womanhood. "Fuck" he whispered kissing and sucking bruises on the sensitive skin of your neck, feeling the wetness on his fingers. "How dare you question my love for you" he growled rubbing harsh circles on your clit causing you to arch your back, as you gripped his arms to support yourself "o-oh yoongi " you moaned as his speed increased and his long finger entered into your tight cunt. Thrusting his finger in and out of your weeping hole, you cried out as he added another finger in, feeling your climax approaching quickly. "Ah yoongi please" you whimpered holding onto his shoulders for dear life as the feeling became too much and just as you were about to come,he pulled his hand back causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness "no yoongi please"

He slapped your butt roughly and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him causing you to gasp as you felt his hardness against you. "You were questioning my love for you? I'll show you much i love you y/n " he murmured moving your hips against his, so that your cunt was rubbing against his hard length "yoongi" you gasped as he suddenly picked you up causing you to wrap your arms around his neck, with your face buried in his neck. His arms around you tighten as he kicked the door shut with his leg and threw you on the bed causing you to gasp as he ripped off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling you up with one hand he took your hoodie off and threw in on the floor along with your pajamas, groaning as your bare chest came in his view. "Fuck" he hissed coming on top of you amd wrapped his lips around your hardening nipple, massaging your other breasts with one hand as small moans spilled from your lips with your fingers running through his hair.

As he sucked marks all over your chest, his lips came on yours, and he noticed the small bruise on your lips. He didn't need to be told how that happened because he knows that you have a habit of biting your lips when you're nervous. His eyes softened for a moment and he pressed a soft, gentle kiss on your bottom lip before his eyes hardened and he took off his belt and pants along with his briefs, freeing his length which slapped against his abdomen and you whimpered in want, watching the precum already forming . "Yoongi " you whispered, feeling your already damp panties dampening more at the sight. You gasped as he growled and slapped your ass harshly "watch your mouth" "yes sir" you whimpered as his hand went towards your panties and he easily ripped the fabric causing you to gasp at his roughness as he came down, his length brushing against your wet folds.

Groaning he smashed his lips on yours, his hand blindly guiding yours towards his cock and he growled feeling your small fingers wrapping around his dick "fuck. You feel this? You're the reason I'm so fucking hard right now" he grunted, his hips buckling against your hand as you pumped his length whimpering his name. Gripping your wrist he pinned your hands besides your head, grinding the head of his cock against your clit which had you gasping "sir please i need you" you whimpered pulling your hands to wrap them around him but he didn't let you and only tighten his grip . He groaned feeling your wetness against his cock mumbling "how can you think i don't love you anymore. When i need you so much."

You gasped and whimpered at the stretch when he suddenly slammed his length inside your tight hole, pulling all the out with just his tip inside and then slamming back inside causing you to moan loudly "oh my god sir" "god fucking dammit " he hissed when you clenched around him tightly and gritted his teeth, continuously pulling out and slamming back inside. The pace was animalistic, causing you to jerk back everytime he thrusted In, low groans falling from his lips as his eyes watched your beautiful breasts bouncing with every thrust "fucking questioning my love when all i can think about is you" he grunted fucking into you deeper, with his one hand keeping your hands pinned above your head and other one holding you leg against your chest, which gave him a deeper angel. "I-I'm sorry sir!" You sobbed trying to free your hand to hold him, but he would only hold them more tight "no angel you don't get to touch me. Not after thinking about all that bullshit. What else were thinking about hmm?" You moaned not being able to form a sentence but also because you didn't want to tell him. And as if he could read your thoughts he freed your leg and his hand went down between your bodies to rub your clit which threw you into another level of pleasure "hah oh my god p-please yoongi" you cried out as his movements quickened "fucking tell me" he growled sucking harsh marks on your neck.

You sobbed as tears of pleasure ran down your face gasping out "t-that I'm not good enough argh- that t-there is someone better than me- oh sir!" You moaned loudly as his pace increased. He was rough and unforgiving as he gripped your hips in a bruising grip, with the sound of skin slapping increasing as he pounded inside you "God dammit" yoongi groaned thrusting in with long and powerful thrusts "you think there is someone else? That there is someone better than you? Look here" he grunted holding your chin and your eyes fell on the tattoo which was above his collarbone. You sobbed seeing your name printed on his skin. "You see this?" He said signaling to the necklace dangling around his neck. The one you gave him on your second date. It been 5 years since that day but he still wears it. "it's you" he panted leaning his head against yours. You could think nothing besides how much you love him. How important he is to you.

And so, you whispered it in response looking at him with teary eyes as his own stared into yours "i love you yoongi. I love you so much. I-i was scared" you choked up and his jaw clenched. Leaning down he pressed his lips on yours in a much gentle, and deep kiss. Pouring all his love for you in that kiss. Panting your name he wiped the tears softly as his actions got more gentle. His thrusts getting slower and deeper as you felt your high approaching "i love you more than anything in this damn world. Don't ever question my love for you again " he groaned out feeling his balls tightening "I'm sorry sir" you whimpered and he pressed another deep kiss on your lips, whispering "come for me my love" and you did. Harder than you've ever before. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream with tears running down your face, you let the pleasure wrap around you as his arms held you securely and he moaned your name raspily watching you milking his cock.

You managed to whisper "c-come inside me please" as your legs shook because of the powerful orgasm. He growled at your words "fuck.makes me want to fuck my kid inside you. You want that?" You nodded immediately, whimpering softly "yes please yoongi want your kids. Want to be a mother" he groaned burying his face in your neck mumbling "you'll be the most beautiful mother round with my kids. Fuck! I'm coming- " he let out a long groan as his balls emptied with his cock shooting ropes and ropes of cum inside your quivering pussy "i love you so fucking much" he grunted breathing heavily and you whispered "i love you too" closing your eyes tiredly, wincing as he gently pulled his cock out after a moment. He grunted as some of his cum started dripping out of your womanhood and he collected it on his thumb and pushed it back inside causing you to clench around nothing. "Keep it in" he mumbled patting your butt gently and collapsed besides you with a grunt.

After a second he pulled you close to him, holding you securely as you rested your head against his chest, with your arms wrapping around his torso. He gently held your wrist and rubbed it,frowning as he saw the red bruise "fuck does it hurt?" He mumbled kissing your wrist softly and you shaked your head snuggling into his chest "just a little sore" you whispered sighing against his warmth and he mumbled "I'm sorry angel" you looked at him kissing his jaw softly "it's okay yoon. I was just overthinking " he sighed shaking his head and held you tighter "and i should have been there to stop all those thoughts." You smiled softly rubbing his chest as he kissed your head lovingly "i love you babygirl. I'll always love you. And you're the strongest and most beautiful woman in my life. So don't ever think that there is someone else" you nodded whispering "i love you too yoongi. And I'm sorry for asking that" he chuckled although it sounded sad "it's my fault that i made you doubt us. I'm sorry sweetheart " "it's okay mr min" you giggled teasingly tracing the tattoo lightly "when did you got this done?" "Few days ago. But i forgot to show you" he smiled sheepishly causing you to giggle more.

Noticing your eyes dropping with every second he kissed your forehead and mumbled "sleep babygirl. I'll be here when you wake up" you hummed closing your eyes whispering "i love you " "i love you too angel" he murmured watching you slipping into a deep slumber.

When you asked that question, it made him realize just how long he has been neglecting you, his beautiful wife who has been with him with every step in his life. And he was furious at himself for making you feel that way when all you deserve was all the love from him. Sighing tiredly he held you tighter, a small smile making its way to his lips when a sudden thought of a baby's laugh bouncing in this house came to his mind.

~▪︎~

If 6 years ago someone had told him that he would be holding his sleeping wife and his beautiful daughter his arms,he would laughed at the person. Because never did he thought that he would become a successful husband and a dad in the near future. But when you stirred in his arms, whispering a small "yoongi " in your sleep, hugging him and your daughter tighter, he is so glad that you, a freshman in college got locked with him, a senior in his last year, in a classroom whose door was damaged.

Because that was the day he felt like he was alive again,when you looked at him with your wide doe eyes, in that pretty white sweater with those big glasses,and the moment you called him in a panicked state "sunbae i think we are locked " he knew he was in love.

[bluewhale52]

Summary: Yoongi posts his Hip Hop 101 video on BangtanTV and shakes his booty for all Army to see. Unfortunately he forgets that ONE person gets dibs on first viewing.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x wife!reader

Genre: idol!au, established relationship

WC: <1k

Rating: NSFW, no minors allowed

Warning: jealousy, jealous sex, penetrative sex, chair sex, studio sex, unprotected sex, reader takes charge, orgasm denial

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi series~

A/N: hello! My first fic of 2023! 🎉 hope you all like it! Crossposted to my AO3.

Yoongi jolts in shock when the headphones on his head are pulled back. He turns in his chair to find you, an annoyed expression painted across your face. His mind immediately runs through the list you have given him earlier that day- did he miss anything? Did he forget to pick something up? Did he spend too much time in his home studio again?

“Hey babe, what's u-”

“Min Yoongi,” you cut him tersely. Okay, this is not good. He’s in real trouble now. You hold your phone to his face, a youtube video open and playing.

“Hey, that’s the hip hop dance 101 I did.”

You near slam your phone down on the desk behind him. “Yes, it is.”

“Um…” Yoongi rakes his brain, not understanding where your anger is coming from. “You don’t like it?”

He swallows hard when you straddle him. “Oh I like it, Yoongi. I like it a lot. I like that you’re doing all these classes and inspiring your fans to never stop learning. However,” you raise yourself to pull your skirts up- holy shit, you’re not wearing any underwear- and your hand goes into his pants, stroking his cock.

“... do you think you can show ARMY how you shake your ass without showing me first?” You continue, your hand stroking him into full hardness in no time at all. He moans helplessly under you.

“I see it first, Yoongi. Before them. Me. First.” You line yourself above him, lining his cock on your entrance. His hands reach for your waist, but you smack them away. “Don’t touch me.”

He grips the arms of his chair as you sink down on him, swallowing his cock like a champ. You start bouncing on him, your angry eyes boring into his. “Oh fuck,” he whimpers.

“Do you understand, Yoongi?” You yank his hair, pulling his head back. You slam down on him, rolling your hips.

“Yes, yes, fuck baby, I’m sorry,” he sputters, “you first, always you first.”

You ride him faster now, beads of sweats breaking on your temple. “Rub my clit, Yoongi, make me cum.”

His fingers find your sensitive bud immediately, rolling and rubbing them until your legs start shaking, signaling of your impending orgasm. He presses harder, your moans and whines urging him on, your pussy clenching intensely around his cock. You close your eyes and throw your head back, surrendering yourself to your desires, his cock and his fingers.

“Fuck baby, cum, cum on my cock,” he encourages you, desperate to see you climax.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi!” You scream as you finally climax, your body shuddering and collapsing onto him. He wraps you in his arms, gently caressing your back as you recover from your orgasm. His cock is twitching wildly between your wet, warm walls, and he wants to seek his own release. But he knows, right now, you’re in charge and he will not move until you give him the go ahead.

Once he feels your breathing returning to normal, he kisses your head, whispering his declaration of love to you. You raise your upper body off his chest, and he braces yourself for what will come next.

He frowns in confusion when you remove yourself completely; his cock, still hard and wet from your orgasm, slips out and plops onto his abdomen. You stand up, adjust your skirt, then kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t let it happen again, Yoongi.” You saunter out of his studio just as quickly as you stormed in.

Yoongi stares at his erection, flabbergasted. Fuck, he loves it when you’re jealous like that. He tucks himself in and follows you out, promising to himself he will have his payback later tonight after the kids are asleep.

Hehehe. Another domestic adventure of my favorite couple! Please reblog this fic if you enjoyed reading it! Reblogging will help it reach a wider audience. And as always, thank you for reading! 💜

Published on 03012023.

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

♡ pairing: yoongi x reader (established relationship) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: domestic fluff ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~0.8k ♡ track: Miss Right ~ BTS: “I told you many qualifications about my Miss Right, but why you’re my Miss Right is… you are… just you.”

♡ summary: Yoongi specifically took this day off of work because he knew you needed to take a day off. So let him take care of you, goddammit.

♡ an: thanks to @daydreamer-writing for creating this prompt for me. i love you!! this is also going to be a kind of sequel to sugarplum sweetheart, but you don't need to have read that one first. 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

Yoongi woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he blindly reached for his phone to check the time. He wasn't even fully awake and the sun hadn't even fully risen yet, and there were already at least two things wrong with the day: coffee was brewing, and the bed was empty.

Yoongi loved you. Yoongi loved you so much that sometimes he didn't know what to do with himself. He forever owed Jimin and his girlfriend for introducing the two of you. You fit together like puzzle pieces or movies and popcorn or a thousand other things he could compare you to.

Right now, however, he was comparing you to an alarm that he thought he turned off but it somehow was still ringing.

You worked as a daycare teacher throughout the year, but you picked up a second job during the summer to make some extra money in the flourishing tourist scene. The problem is that Yoongi would describe you as a workaholic who didn't stop until someone forced you to.

Sighing, tossed his phone to the side and sat up. Today was supposed to be your day off. Yoongi had taken this day off specifically to make sure that you didn't do anything too strenuous. You were right on the verge of working yourself to sickness, and he told you last night that you couldn't get out of bed until after he did.

He knew you felt guilty when you spent time resting, but that was why he was here.

Yoongi walked quietly to the kitchen and took a moment just to watch you. The coffee was done and you were sipping at it slowly while you were dancing around preparing breakfast. You looked like a mess, but you were a hot mess and you were all his.

You needed to go back to bed and get some more sleep.

He padded across the floor and draped himself across your back as you mixed the pancake batter. You let out a quiet giggle. "You're not usually up this early."

"And I told you not to be up this early and that I would take care of things today." He didn't have to be looking at you to know you were rolling your eyes.

"I'm fine, Yoonie," you insisted, trying to hide a sniff. "It's just breakfast."

It was Yoongi's turn to roll his eyes at you. He reached around you to gently pull the whisk from your hand. "And I will finish this while you go back to sleep."

You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his shoulders. Yoongi could so clearly see the dark circles beneath your eyes. You needed rest, why were you being so stubborn?

(If the tables were turned, you'd be thinking the same things about him. You had pulled Yoongi from his studio after not seeing him for four days straight, usually with Hobi or Namjoon for backup).

"Yoonie~~" you drew out, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm capable of making breakfast."

"That's not what I said." He kissed the tip of your nose. "Jagiya, this is your first day off in months. Please let me take care of you this time."

He wasn't playing fair. Yoongi knew how hard it was for you to accept help from others, but he also knew you had a hard time telling him no when he so gently begged.

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulders. "I'll go back to bed after breakfast." Yoongi let out a small chuckle. That was fair. The batter was already made, and he didn't want the coffee to go cold. Although, between the two of you, even if it did it wouldn't go to waste.

"Alright, but no more coffee for you."

"Fine." You made no effort to move, content to be leaning against your boyfriend, and said boyfriend normally wouldn't mind, but—

"Jagiya, I need to move so I can make you breakfast." You groaned, but let him go, going to sit down at the table. "I'll be fast, okay? And then I'll wrap myself around you like a koala and we'll take an amazing morning nap together." You let out a sound of agreement and rested your head on your arms.

Yoongi worked quickly, whipping up and cooking the pancakes, even adding some scrambled eggs and bacon. He wasn't going to just let you have some basic-ass breakfast, he was going to go all out for you. You more than deserved it.

Right as he started plating the food to deliver to you, he heard a small snore behind him. Yoongi turned, and you were fast asleep, hunched over on the table. He let out a breathy laugh and set the plate down on the counter.

He gently shook you just awake enough to help you walk back to the bedroom and climb into bed. Hurrying back to the kitchen, he wrapped everything up and stored it in the fridge. Breakfast for lunch sounded just as good.

Then Yoongi went back to join you in bed, wrapping himself around you like a koala, and decided he could use a nap today too.

thanks for reading!!

[poutyniall]

Something wakes you up and you feel like you slept just for 5 minutes. You were exhausted when you went to bed last night and you still feel the same. Yawning and blinking you finally realise that wasn't the alarm's ring or the sunlight filtering through the curtains or the warmth of Yoongi's body and his cute sounds when he snuggles up against you in the morning 'cause he doesn't want to tear himself away from the bed or from you that woke you up. It was the harsh, sudden gasp coming from Yoongi, the sound of air getting sucked in through his teeth like the sound of a sword cutting through the air. You awake utterly when you turn your face towards him: he's drenched in sweat, locks of hair stuck to his forehead and the light, baggy t-shirt he wears to sleep is now see-through. You can tell he's being tossing around for awhile, hands clasped tightly around the crumpled sheets, eyeballs darting frantically underneath the eyelids. ''Yoongi, love.'' you call him gently, laying a hand on the damp skin of his forearm to delicately rock him to try to tear him away from the nightmare that was holding him in terror. ''Oppa, please, listen to my voice. I'm right here, love. Everything it's fine, you're safe. Just come back to me, ok? Yoongi, Yoongi, please?'' your voice cracks, fear and concern leak out 'cause it's been so long since the last time he had a nightmare and you don't know how to reach him and you can't stand watching him in pain. It hurts. He wakes up abruptly, sitting up, shortness of breath, shaking, frightened eyes flinging around the room. You straddle him to hold him in your arms, his head resting on your breast as he weeps quietly, chest racked with silent sobs. His hands climb your back, firmly clinging to your shirt like he's anchoring himself to reality through you, fingers digging into your flesh. You brush your fingers through his damp hair with long and slow strokes and leave soft, tiny kisses all over his scalp until his breathing settles down. You don't dare move a muscle till you feel his body relaxing under your touch, willing to stay perfectly still till he needs you to. Once you think he's ready, you gently break the embrace and back away slightly so you can look at him in the eyes and cup his face, wiping away the tears trapped in his eyelashes. After a soft kiss on the tip of his nose you take his hand, intertwining your fingers, to lead him to the bathroom. Without a word or a question, giving him the time and space he needs, you take his sweaty clothes off and guide him under the shower. He lets you do it. He lets you wash and rinse his body and hair, letting the distress, the fear and the pain go down the drain along the soapy water. He lets you scrub the towel all over his body, he lets you dry his hair and help him put fresh clothes on. He lets you take care of him and he appreciates that you're not asking - not when he's not ready to answer - despite being so worried about him that your hands shake. After quickly changing your own clothes, got wet in the shower, you take him back to bed and wrap the both of you in the sheets. He curls up, letting you spoon him and you hold him tight in your arms, his back pressed against your chest, your face buried in the crook of his neck as you breath in his scent. ''I'm right here, oppa.'' you whisper to him. The squeeze he gives your hand as response: he knows.

[sailoryooons]

hi!!! for your writng event, i'd like to request a lil something for yoongi inspired by for Taylor Swift's Paper RIngs, especially the line "I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings".

thank you!! <33

→ Pairing:  Yoongi x female reader

→ Summary:  Yoongi cheers you up in the kitchen after a bad day, reminding you of just how much you love him.   

→ Word Count: 1,027

→ Type: Drabble / Request

→ Genre: established relationship, fluff

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Rating:  SWF

→ Warnings: Fluff. Some innocent kissing. Drinking wine.

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→  A/N: NIXIE OF COURSE. I have to admit I was super unfamiliar with the song, but I really tried to incorporate some of it in here, specifically with the number of kisses meaning different things, the little imagery of reading the same books / jumping into the pool, and obviously the quote. I hope this brings you a lil fluff and warmth!

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

By an unwritten rule, you are required to grumble when Yoongi hauls you up from the couch. You pout at him, trying to convey that the long work day has turned your bones to jelly and that there is no frame to hold your body up.

Seemingly, he gets it. Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tight as he presses his chest against your back. His chin slots perfectly over your shoulder and he steals a shy kiss on the cheek. That makes you grin a little – perhaps the first one all day.

“You don’t have to do anything except stir,” your boyfriend promises. He begins to nudge you forward, dragging your movements in sync with his. “If you still want to wallow after, you are absolutely in your right to do so. But you asked for one hour of no sadness a day, and we’re doing it.”

You hum, frowning as he manages to drag your ass to the kitchen. You did ask him to hold you accountable for monitoring bad moods and not letting them consume your days and your life. So far, Yoongi had been really fucking good at it, too.

Perhaps it’s the years between you that have given him such amazing insight into who you are as a person. He knows to set you up in the kitchen by placing a glass of wine in your one hand while he slides a cooking spoon in the other: work and reward.

Yoongi knows that when you pout at him as he tosses the meat into a pan, you need just a little extra love. So he lets dinner sizzle as he leans over to you, hand abandoning his task to gently slip a curved finger under your jaw, tilting your mouth to his in a soft kiss that tastes a little bit like sweet red wine and just… Yoongi.

“I know it was a long day,” he murmurs. He presses another chaste kiss to your lips, making your head spin. He pulls away and thinks better of it, stealing a final kiss, nose brushing softly against yours. Your mind is heady with his plush mouth. “It’ll be all right.”

You remember the first time you kissed Yoongi. It had come as a surprise, an act of bravery when you had been crying over failing an exam. He had been sitting next to you on the bench overlooking the lake on campus, and before you knew what was happening, he had pressed his lips against yours.

Even two years later, it makes your head spin. You had been friends with him for years, chewing on a massive crush like a dog on a bone. Being afraid to ruin your friendship has long since been a fear of the past. The softness of his lips at the minty breath of the gum he always chewed had chased away that fear then, and it does now.

Yoongi goes back to cooking gesturing at the noodles that you have now abandoned in favor of staring at his side profile: soft nose, feline eyes, pouted lips and if you squint, freckles.

 “What are you thinking about?” he prompts as you stir the pasta. “You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

He shrugs. “A cute one.”

“I was thinking about the first time you kissed me.” He goes red from his button nose to his ears. You feel the smile growing on your face, hiding the grin in your glass of wine as you take a sweet sip. It’s a little too sweet, but it’s Yoongi’s favorite. “It was just… so unexpected. I never knew you liked me.”

He snorts. “Everyone else did. I mean don’t get me wrong, I like reading, but I curated my bookshelf after the pile I saw next to your bed freshman year.”

“Really?” He’s never told you that. He shrugs shyly, focused on the sizzle of the pan and popping oil. “That’s cute. Remember that time you jumped into Seokjin’s pool in the middle of the night after that cold snap? Jin didn’t really dare me to follow you – I just did cause I wanted to relate to you.”

“Huh. Kind of dumb, huh?”

“Well I get to sleep next to you now so… perhaps not.”

He grins. You’ve forgotten about your bad day. Forgotten about the way Monday makes your step drag, makes you sag at the edges. Yoongi always has that effect on you, taking your attitude and turning it around with gentle hands.

“I was always worried you wouldn’t return the sentiment.” Yoongi turns the burner off. You do the same, steam wafting around your hand. In tandem, you move around the kitchen, trained in the art of living around one another. “I didn’t have much to offer.”

“Yoongi,” you chide, pouring pasta into the strainer. “I didn’t care about that shit then, and I wouldn’t now.”

“I know, but it’s nice to know that now I have the stability to buy you a ring when we get married.”

“Is that a promise of marriage?”

He steals the fourth kiss from you as he turns on the cold water, cooling the pasta a bit. “It always has been. From that first kiss, I wanted to marry you.”

“Well as it turns out, ring or not, I would marry you.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, I would. I love you. I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings.”

And you’re absolutely serious. Since the moment you started dating, you’ve pictured a life with Yoongi. Pictured being the one he leans into when he just needs a moment to cry. To be the person for him when he needs a steady hand to give him courage. To be the one that he saved that secret smile of his for, the one where he tucks his face into his shoulder, smile full of gums and eyes squinted.

When you turn to the fridge to get sauce out, Yoongi smiles. Runs his hand over the box in his back pocket. Watches as you stand on your tiptoes to get what you want. “Good to know,” he murmurs. “And I love you too.”

[taee]

mom i love him

[theharrowing]

Dominance & Domesticity

In between moments of domestic bliss, Yoongi always finds time to dominate you. 

❣️ Yoongi x Female Reader

❣️ word count: 1.1k 

❣️ established relationship, smut, fluff, nsfw, 18+

❣️ warnings: rough sex, verbal degradation (dirty, cockslut, useless, desperate, needy), mirror sex, cum on face, domestic fluff ❣️ drabble requested by anon, “yoongi x reader. the nastiest degradation, pure domination. but afterwards, they're like "did you remember to put the clothes in the dryer?" normal convo. showing even "normal" people like to get nasty.” ❣️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ ❣️ posted july 2022 | read on ao3 

❣️ smut starts immediately after the cut! enjoy!

"Who's my dirty little cockslut?" Yoongi growls. His voice is so deep and angry it sends a chill down your spine. 

"I am, sir!" you sob, partially muffled from the fingers that pull on the side of your mouth. 

Yoongi's thrusts are powerful. He slams his hips into your ass and, in turn, crushes your hips into the dresser, which rocks and creaks with every movement. You hold onto the edge, gripping onto dark polished wood, but there's nothing you can do to stave off the impact. 

A sun dress is pulled down to expose your breasts and hiked up to give Yoongi access to your pussy. Yoongi has one hand in your mouth and is forcing you to look into his eyes through the large mirror that's above the dresser as he fucks you. His other hand is tightly holding onto your hair. 

The pain of the impact of being fucked against the wooden dresser mixed with the pleasure of Yoongi's thick cock dragging along your walls and spearing straight into your guts has you reeling—dizzy and overwhelmed and on the verge of full physical and mental collapse.

"And aren't you a lucky little cockslut? Can't believe I stick my dick into something so useless. Your tight fucking pussy is the only thing you have to offer, isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir!" you slur against his fingers. 

Yoongi's hand leaves your mouth and moves down to your breast. He pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which is slick with your drool, twisting the pebbled flesh as sparks of pleasure burst through you. You moan and sob, and when your eyes flutter shut, Yoongi slaps his hand across the side of your breast and growls, "Eyes on me!" 

You squeal and open your eyes wide, meeting Yoongi's gaze in the mirror. "S-sorry, sir!" 

"Useless," Yoongi spits as his hand travels further, hooks under your thigh and jerks it upward, placing your bent knee onto the dresser. 

"Oh, fuck," you whimper under your breath as the new angle opens you more and allows Yoongi to fuck you even deeper. Your eyelashes flutter, but you do your best to watch him through the mirror. 

Yoongi's long hair fans out at the edges, curled just above his shoulders. One side is tucked behind his ear while the other frames the side of his face, waving from the impact of his thrusts while strands stick to his glistening forehead and cheeks. Beads of sweat trickle down his neck, trailing behind his black button-up shirt; he didn't take the time to undress before hiking up your skirt.

"Don't you fucking dare cum until I say you can," Yoongi snarls, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you. His hand snakes under your leg and the pads of his fingers give your clit a teasing tap. You let out a shattered whimper as your legs tremble, fearing you won't be able to stave off your orgasm.

"Needy little slut, can't handle it when I tap your clit?" 

The teasing and the degradation and the way Yoongi looks at you makes you feel small. You want nothing more than to let go and cum on his cock—you want to show him just how good he makes you feel. Pressing your luck a little, you clench around him as if to beg for him to unravel, hoping to push him over the edge and take you down with him. It doesn't go unnoticed. 

"Trying to milk my fucking cock so I let you cum, is that it?" Yoongi growls.

You bite your lip and nod weakly, pleading through the mirror with your eyes. Yoongi moves his hand from your hair down to your throat and leans in to mutter against your ear, "Squeeze me then. Show me how fucking desperate you are."

You clench tightly around Yoongi, squeezing as best as you can through his brutal thrusts, which only serves to work you up faster, propelling you to the edge of orgasm. Yoongi's finger and thumb lazily pinch your clit while his hand holds your throat, and every sensation creates a cascade of pleasure that threatens to take you down, down, down. 

"Fuck, that's it, keep doing that," Yoongi moans, and you watch as his once stern demeanor turns soft. Perfect. You have him right where you want him. 

Yoongi glares once more, eyebrows knit as his thrusts become sloppy, and he chases his high. His fingers rub over your clit as he whispers those three magic words. 

"Cum for me."

You relax your muscles and allow pleasure to wash over you in harsh waves as Yoongi continues to fuck you so hard, only choked sobs leave your mouth. Orgasm crashes over you, and you fall forward, crushing your airway on Yoongi's hand as your body trembles. Weak, raspy whimpers fall from your lips, and all at once, the entire room dissolves, leaving nobody in the world but you and Yoongi. 

"Fuck, that's it, cum on this cock," Yoongi groans until his hips lose their rhythm completely, and Yoongi pulls out. 

You drop to your knees before Yoongi can command you to, turning your face up to him with your eyes closed and your tongue held out flat. Yoongi's cum streaks your face, from your eyelid down to the tip of your tongue. 

The tip of Yoongi's cock is pressed against your tongue, and Yoongi says, "Suck." You obey, sucking him clean of your cum. 

From the other room, the dryer buzzes. 

"My, what timing," Yoongi sing-songs as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you chuckle and open the eye that's not splattered with his sticky, viscous release, grinning widely at your husband. 

"Let's get you cleaned off and I'll get to folding and ironing, alright?" Yoongi mutters sweetly, pulling you in for a chaste kiss. 

You smile against Yoongi's lips and nod your head, still so dizzy and overcome from your session to find your voice. Yoongi understands—he always understands.

"Alright, up," Yoongi groans, hooking his arms under your armpits and helping you stand on wobbly legs. The dress falls past your hips and into a clump by your feet, and you step over it as Yoongi wraps an arm around you and takes you into the bathroom to start a bath. 

"The look on your face when I tapped your clit was so fucking sexy, I almost busted way too soon," Yoongi grumbles. "Mirror fucking is dangerous."

You hum and chuckle, muttering, "Is that so?"

Yoongi squeezes your side, pulling you close, and you lean your temple against him. His cum drips down your chin. 

"Of course it is, baby," Yoongi says, stopping in the bathroom and spinning you to look at him. Yoongi smiles sweetly and kisses your forehead. "You're a dream."

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[drawballa]

Family movie night <3

This was my piece for the lovely PillowDrop Zine.

[jvngkook97]

Suga and Spice

pairing; chef!yoongi x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship, domestic au, chef au

warnings; mainly just wholesome fluffy content with a sprinkle of spice in the form of shower sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 3,588

a/n; missing my other bias and wanted to give him some lurv so here ya go. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth gaping like a fish out of water. A moan that was on the borderline of being a whimper could be heard within the silence of the room as your partner gave out a sigh of content and on the verge of begging for more—

—he shoves another spoonful of the delicious and perfectly cooked food into your mouth to silence your whining that he knew was coming.

“You’re ridiculous, y/n.”

You opened your eyes to gaze into those of your lover’s and gave him a loopy Cheshire grin.

“How are you even real? Are you secretly AI? Is that how you’re so indescribably good at cooking?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with mock annoyance, though the slight quirk of the corner of his upper lip said he was thoroughly amused by your shenanigans.

“You know what you should do, Yoongs?”

Dropping his hand to land flat on the table, he gives you his full undivided attention.

“What’s that, y/n?”

“You should marry me.”

He gave you a deadpan expression, and wordlessly grabbed your left hand with one of his own, holding it in front of you with your fingers splayed and used his other hand’s pointer finger to emphasize on the dainty but custom made engagement ring he slipped on your finger only two weeks ago on your birthday.

“Well I’ll be! Would you look at that?”

You leaned over the short distance to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, one he returned in kind without a thought, the action now second nature to the male. Never one to express his inner feelings, he only hopes that through his gestures and actions alone you’re able to feel what he might never say out loud.

Which you do, of course. Especially when you taste his delectable foods that he puts his entire heart and soul into.

“Did you still want to bake tonight? If not, we can just watch a movie or whatever.” He placed his hand over yours on top of the table, thumb mindlessly running over the groves of your knuckles as he asked, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Another thing you loved about Yoongi, that with you, he always maintained eye contact whenever possible. More of his love language coming out for you only.

“Sure! What did you have in mind for tonight, Chef Yoongi?”

He snorted at the formal words that inwardly made him swell with pride when you were the one saying them.

“Let’s make eclair’s. It’s considered a romantic dessert with the added bonus of it uses a lot of eggs so I can go through the extra carton you bought.”

“It was an accident! This is why I tell you it’s better if we shop together for groceries!” You whined childishly, making him crack a grin.

“I was only joking, y/n. But the recipe does call for quite a bit of eggs so it works out.”

Good enough for you. You’ve never made eclairs before, so Yoongi teaches you the ropes. This kind of pastry dough requires near constant mixing, so you trade off when your arms get tired. You eye his strong, toned arms dubiously as he mixes with a serious look of concentration when it’s his turn yet again.

“Do you even need to switch?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you work.”

You don’t miss the little smirk he gives as he says this and you narrow your eyes at his when he gives the whisk back to you. He leans on the counter next to you in what is clearly meant to be a seductive pose. He blatantly rakes his eyes over your figure as you painstakingly begin whisking again.

Deciding to give him a show, your own form of revenge to his snide remark from earlier, you lift the whisk out of the bowl and lick it as seductively as you can. This actually gets Yoongi to break, of all things.

“Gross! You’re still using that!”

“What? Afraid of a little bodily fluid?”

You’re talking about saliva and you both know it, but he’s never one to back down from an innuendo. So, he resumes his prior sexy stance and waggles his eyebrows.

“You know I’m not. The more, the merrier.”

It’s so absurd, yet true when it comes to him and his kinks that you can’t decide whether you want to laugh or jump his bones right then and there. Your thighs unconsciously rub together as your mind shifts from the innocence of baking, to one’s not so innocent.

Eventually, all the eggs are incorporated into the dough, so it’s ready for the oven. Just moments after the oven door is shut and a timer is set, you hear a loud crunch followed by something wet and cold on the top of your head.

“Oopsie.”

You gasp with wide eyed disbelief.

“You did not just crack an egg on my head, Min Yoongi!”

“I didn’t.” He shrugged off casually, before continuing smartly. “I specifically smashed an egg on your head – there’s a difference. My way includes egg shells.”

You feel some egg white drip on the shell of your ear and your body shivers involuntarily. You can’t help yourself any longer. You leap after him but he shrieks with laughter and dodges out of your grasp. The sound is like music to your ears with how rare it occurs.

Filled with a wild frenzy, you chase Yoongi all over the kitchen and into the living room when he flees there. He’s quick, and no matter how fast you run he always seems to be just out of your reach.

Instead, you go for a different approach. Scooping some of the egg from your hair, you hurl it at him. It lands square in his neck with a satisfying wet plop and you let out a whoop of victory.

“What? Is that all you got?” He taunts you, not phased in the least bit when he wipes the egg white onto his shirt without a care. Now he’s in competition mode, but so are you.

“Not even close.”

You take another scoop and rub the eggy mess between your hands until they’re nice and gooey. Then, you reach your arms out towards him in a signature zombie pose.

He laughs, eyes crinkling and gummy smile on full display as he maneuvers back into the kitchen. Using the farther side of the kitchen island as a barrier between you two, he stares you down, both hands splayed on the marble countertop trying to predict your next move.

Your eyes zero in on the egg carton placed dangerously close to him that was left wide open when he used one against you; that was your mistake. He follows your line of sight and instantly snatches the carton into his hands, holding it in a vice grip.

“I don’t think so, hon—.”

In an impulsive move, you juke him to the left but run around to the right, barely managing to corner him between the fridge and one of the counters. Yes! You plant your still grimy hands on either side of his shoulders boxing him and the egg carton in.

You’re completely out of breath, and as you realize this, you see Yoongi’s eyes dart to your lips and back. You mimick his line of sight and notice he’s panting just as heavily. Belatedly, you realize – you are incredibly turned on. Judging from the look on Yoongi’s face and the way he’s currently licking his lips, so is he.

In an instant your arms are wrapped around him and you’re kissing, the nearly empty egg carton dropping between you both and only making a slight mess on the white flooring, not that either of you really cared at the moment. His hands roamed the curve of your spine before landing underneath the curve of your ass instead. The kiss becomes more heated and intense, the bulge pressed against your lower stomach let’s you know exactly how into this your lover is, the fact only turning you on more.

It’s amazing. It’s blissful. And it’s hot as hell.

And then it’s ruined by you feeling yet another glob of egg drop from your hair and this time into your neck, the mucus like consistency makes your whole body cringe into the kiss and makes Yoongi reluctantly pull away from your impromptu make out session early.

“You okay?” His words are low, and you can hear the amount of desire he still feels for you in his voice. The tapping of his fingers on your ass let’s you know that he’s also clearly impatient and wants to continue.

“Yeah. Just, you know. Covered in egg is all.”

“And? So is the floor? Doesn’t seem to mind that we’ll just be cle–,” Yoongi pauses, considers something with a faraway look on his face, and then a devilish glint passes through his eyes. “You know, I may just have a solution for that.”

“Oh? Pray tell.”

“It’s obvious we could each use a shower, a good cleaning. And guess whose shower is big enough for two people?”

The idea sends a thrill through your entire body, and you wordlessly take Yoongi’s hand and lead you both to his master bathroom’s shower.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yoongi let’s go of your hand to make himself busy with turning on the water. While it’s warming up, both of your clothes come off in haphazard piles on the floor only a few feet away from the entrance to the shower. You barely even think about it, mind too consumed with the idea of what’s about to happen, but when you catch sight of Yoongi you have to pause.

You’re absolutely breathless.

His naked body is strong and taut, and even under the fluorescent bathroom lights he’s absolutely breathtaking. For a moment, you think back to the first day you two met, and it brings a warmth into your chest when you see just how far you two have come from that fateful day. You don’t know how you got so lucky to find a man like him, but you know you’ll never take him or what you two have for granted.

When he notices you staring, he gives you a sultry smirk.

“See anything you like?”

“Not sure. I need to look a little more.”

He takes a step closer to your now nude form and grabs your hand in his, gesturing for you to take a little twirl of your own so he can soak in the beauty that is your own body in all it’s perfectly imperfect glory, and you do, with a small giggle passing through your lips.

A woman is a mystery a man just can’t understand. But he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out the mystery on how you somehow chose him of all people to spend the rest of your life with. His heart yearns to always be by your side and his soul wants nothing but to please you and give you a life you deserve.

To him? You’re his soulmate. His forever.

“You’re quite the treat yourself, you know? Dare I say, even more mouth watering than the eclairs.”

He gives you a loving forehead kiss, knowing those are one of your favorites, and steps closer to you to reach around you and feel if the temperature of the water was good. As he leans against you, you can’t help but run your fingers down his chest, nails only lightly scraping the unblemished skin you’re so envious of, the action making his chest rumble underneath your hands as he lets out a low growl. The sound shoots straight to your core.

Deeming the water good enough, he leads you into the shower and underneath the ridiculously large rainfall shower head that at this moment, your body is grateful for as it sags in euphoric relief. Yoongi chuckles at your reaction and realizes it’s better to actually get cleaned up before your little shower sex session.

So, first things first, you both make quick work of cleaning the egg off of each of your bodies. You take turns dunking your heads under the water, scrubbing at your hair with shampoo and conditioner, and neck with soap as you do. Yoongi does the same.

After you’ve rinsed your hair out for the last time, do Yoongi’s arms snake around you. Though, more importantly, you feel his body flush against your front, the contact of your now hardened nipples against his chest only spurs both of you on even more.

Feeling handsy, you grasp his butt, his hips, and then ever so slowly you trail your fingertips down his ‘V’ line. You hear his breath spike as your hand finds it’s place between his legs.

His own hands roam across your body and down until his hand slips between your legs and you can’t help but groan at the contact. Your eyes have maintained contact this whole time so you’ve been fortunate to witness the steady progression of the hunger that’s deep within as it makes its way to the surface.

Then, his mouth is on yours and you’re all in. The water runs over your bodies as you hold each other under the stream. You brace yourself against the shower wall and the tile is cool under your palm, your leg is wrapped around his waist and you’re basically standing on your tip toes with your other foot to accommodate him. You let out a low whine when you feel the tip of his cock tease your opening, your eyes falling closed reflexively from the simple amount of pleasure it brought you.

Yoongi is focused on your face the entire time when he fully sheathes himself inside of you and lets out his own little grunt of content. He gives you a moment to adjust before you’re tapping his ass with the heel of your foot to signal the go ahead. Then, his body is moving and you’re meeting him with each thrust of your own hips, the sound of wet skin slapping against one another reverberates within the enclosed space along with the rhythmic pattern of the water still falling on the shower floor around you.

Opening your eyes, knowing that Yoongi yearns for it, especially during sex, you have to bite your lip and will them not to close again when he does a particularly sharp thrust that has you parting your lips to reward him with a loud moan. The water has plastered his hair to his forehead, so you push it away, eyes locking in a deep gaze. They’re wild with desire and you know that yours aren’t any different.

His breathing is starting to get heavier, and you can feel him tensing under your hands. He forces himself to slow down his pace in order to prolong his release long enough to give you yours first, an unspoken rule that he’s created for himself, you being none the wiser.

With one hand holding himself up from crushing you against the wall, he holds his other hand underneath the stream of water around him for a second, and before you have time to register what he’s going to do, his expert fingers are already slithering their way down your stomach and finding a new purpose on your swollen bud. Your entire body arches into his from the unexpected contact that has your mind reeling with a few colorful words, some falling from your lips in a low chant that soon get quieted by Yoongi’s own words of praise.

“Does that feel good, baby?” A rapid nod of your head is all you can give in the current moment, eyes still locked with his. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

Your back arches, boobs pushing into his chest even more, with your hips picking up their own brutal pace against his as you chase your release with a fervor. He knows when your thrusts start stuttering and slowing down that you’re getting very close.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck to whisper the words into your ear, feeling your walls clench around him in a vice. He gives a moan of his own and it’s all you need as you let out a cry of relief once you reach your starry orgasm.

With a few more quick and deep thrusts it doesn’t take him long himself to find his own as his hips still against yours, his whole body weight leaning into yours has you squished between him and the wall with a breathy whine coming from you – both from the sudden weight and you still coming down from your high.

With what little strength he has left, he slowly lowers your leg so you’re standing on both, but makes sure he has an arm secure around your waist just incase you needed a moment to collect yourself and regain your own strength to stand on your own as he pulls his weight off of you.

“Sorry, needed a minute. Are you okay?”

His worried eyes flicker between your half lidded ones as you let out a breathy laugh at his question, though internally your heart swelled at his immediate need to make sure you were okay.

“I’m more than okay, actually. That was fucking amazing. Ten out of ten, would definitely recommend doing again.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t disagree with you. Pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips, he caresses your cheek before pulling away to turn the water off. Thus, ending your shower session. You detangle from one another to carefully step out into the now very cold air of the bathroom, the steam from within the enclosed shower no longer keeping your bodies warm.

He hands you your favorite robe that he makes sure is always clean incase you need to use it, and you take it with a wide grin, immediately shrugging the fluffy material on your nude body as you snuggle into the collar with a sigh.

He just smiles lovingly at you, and there’s a beautiful moment of post coital silence between you while you dry off, but then—

“Oh, shit. Oh no. No, no, no–,”

He runs from the bathroom, and for a second you’re confused on his rushed behavior, before your eyes widen in realization. The eclairs! Did the timer go off? You didn’t hear it.

Securing the robe around your body tightly, you briskly walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. You’re just in time to see Yoongi, stark naked except for a pair of oven mitts, pulling a slightly smoking sheet pan out of the oven. The smoke causes a brief cloud to linger above the kitchen and you hurry over to the kitchen window to open it and let the smoke naturally clear out.

You turn back around as he carefully sets the hot sheet pan onto the grill of the stove, then leans back against the counter next to it with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and a deep sigh emitting from his parted lips.

The corner of your lip quirks up at the sight, and you can’t help but let out a cheeky remark.

“I like this look on you.”

He spares you an affectionate, closed mouth smile as he opens his eyes to give you a mock glare. You walk closer to the male to see the extent of damage your shower sex caused. It wasn’t too bad, you don’t think. But you’re not the expert here. Focusing your attention on Yoongi, you see he’s already looking at you and your body fills with warmth knowing he’s never ashamed of being caught staring at you.

“Are they okay?”

He clicks his tongue, but his expression is neutral.

“A little burnt, but honestly could be worse.”

You nod in response. Okay. Crisis…averted? Mostly. Great!

He leads you back to his master bedroom where he fishes out some of your favorite clothes of his to wear for the night and you take them with a kiss to his lips. In the process, he finds some for him as well and you two get dressed in no time. Checking the clock on his wall, you both come to the conclusion that there’s still time to finish the eclairs.

Once again, you’re back in the kitchen and working on picking out the least burned buns, but other than that it’s pretty painless. Pastry crème in a piping bag, fill the buns, drizzle with chocolate – easy!

You triple check that the oven is off and there’s nothing else you’ve forgotten about, and then you and Yoongi sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy the fruit of your labor. It’s definitely a little over cooked, but who cares? Yoongi is glowing and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The dessert is amazing, but how could it ever compare with the man sharing it with you? The rest of the night passes by in a blur of kisses, cream and chocolate. Then you let yourselves fall asleep in each other’s arms in your shared bed and it’s bliss.

You could definitely get used to this. And you will, considering you had the privilege of the rest of your life to do so.

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a/n; send me an ask if you’re interested in being in a taglist for anything pertaining to this series (if there is one) or all of my future works in general (or if you wish to be removed). be sure to specify when you apply.

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[borathae]

“A collection of stories about the amazing days you share with your sweet husband.” 

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, Smut

a/n: This couple gives me so much comfort, gosh 🥺 those stories can be read as individual pieces, I merely decided to give them their own masterlist so we have a place to find them quickly 💗

Peaches in Bed 

“You have a talent for making Yoongi want the craziest of things. Such as eat sour candy or take a strap up his butt.Or alternatively: A story about how you pegged your husband.”

Miss You

“Yoongi feels neglected by you, so he decides to quite literally take matters into his own hands. Even if this goes against your no touching rule.”

Honey Touch and Sugar Kisses

"You had a bad day, but luckily for you, your husband knows exactly what to do to make you feel better again."

Surprise 

“Yoongi dresses up as your favourite character as a sexy, little surprise. He is not ready however for just how good he will get you with it. Not that he is complaining.”

Yummy

"Your husband and you are on summer holiday somewhere far away from civilisation. One morning he decides to surprise you with a very special breakfast."

Midnight Calls

“Separated because of a business trip and yearning terribly for him, you call your husband in the middle of the night for a glimpse of his voice. The call was supposed to be innocent, but soon you find yourself yearning for more than just conversation. Unbeknowst to you, Yoongi is a natural in phone sex and more than willing to show it off.”

[bluewhale52]

Promise

Summary: Post-Busan concert, with major announcement heavy in his mind, Yoongi reflects on what's to come.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

WC: <1k

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, domestic Yoongi, fluff

Rated: PG-13

Warning: indirect mention of enlistment

A/N : this is just a love letter to BTS and Army's special bond.

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

You enter the hotel room quietly, fully aware of the late hour. The dim light greets you, and you remove your shoes carefully. Your legs are sore from the standing and walking, but you are on a high from the concert. You tip toe to peek at the adjoining room to find your kids sleeping soundly. Glad that you don't have to deal with their night routine, you walk further into your room to find your husband in a chair, with a glass of whiskey, facing the floor to ceiling window with the beautiful Busan skyline beyond.

"Hey babe," you hug him from behind. He smells so nice and fresh, but he also feels tense. You kiss his cheek.

He turns slightly to kiss you back, and that's when you see it- the pensive, almost melancholic expression on his face. Deciding that your own shower can wait, you settle to hug him from the back.

"Had fun?"

"Mm hmm," you murmur. You met up with your friends for the Live Play at Haeundea Beach, and it was nice to enjoy the festivities simply as a fan. However, when you saw the close ups during Spring Day, you knew the significance of the emotions in your husband's and his brothers' faces.

"Sorry it took me a while to get back, traffic was a nightmare."

Your husband hums and pulls you so you sit in his lap. You want to protest that you're all sweaty and gross, but you bite your tongue, knowing he needs to have this moment with you.

"It was a really good concert, Yoon. Army and non-Army really enjoyed it." You tuck his hair behind his ear. You have always declared his undercut era is the sexiest, but this long hair is definitely moving up to take over that title.

He chuckles in response, so you continue. "That Run BTS performance really did us in. Everyone went wild. I'm sure our daughter will be bothering Hobi in no time to teach her the choreo."

You feel his shoulder shake from the little laughter he lets out.

"And, UGH! and Cypher Pt 3 was out of this world. When Joon just went off with his line, you have no idea how electrifying it was."

You feel his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. "Everything will be okay, Yoon." You kiss the top of his head.

"I know," he finally speaks, his voice hoarse no doubt from the concert. "But still, I wonder."

You gently cup his face. "They won't go anywhere. They'll stay, you know that."

"I know, I know," he sighs into your neck. "but, you know how the thought is there, and I just... post-concert depression, I guess."

You run your fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him to continue.

"It felt so good to be on stage again, and fuck, Cypher Pt 3? Felt so fucking good to do it tonight. Then it hit me that it's going to be a while till we can go back doing all that. It's just a weird feeling..." he swirls his whiskey. "Do you think they know?"

"Well," you answer carefully, "your ending moments were a bit of a giveaway, but I think Army right now are just basking in the pride that you all performed so well and so beautifully."

Yoongi tuts. "So diplomatic."

You both chuckle softly and let silence take over while the Busan night skyline flickers and glimmers before you.

"They've always trusted you, and you asked them tonight to trust you again."

Your husband nods.

"So you should trust them too."

A gummy smile slowly makes its way on his face. "Yeah," he says softly, taking a deep breath and snuggling further against you.

"Yoon, I need to shower."

His hold around you tightens. "Later."

"I'm gross."

"I don't care," he insists. "Just sit here a bit longer."

You smile fondly at his request.

"Everything is going to be okay," you assure him.

"Yeah, everything is going to be okay."

They're my best friends for the rest of my life.

Thank you so much for reading! Did you enjoy it? If so, please reblog! Reblogging will help my fic reach a wider audience.

Published on 25102022. Crossposted to my ao3.

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Suga | Parents!au RECs

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble ,

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite

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Title: Us, Plus Two 🐑🗒💜

Author: @deathbyyoongi​

Summary: Also pregnancy!au (reader is pregnant). This is so adorable and it was such a cute read!

↳ “You and Yoongi sharing a moment, relishing in the glow of your growing family when your daughter has a nightmare, and Yoongi has to take care of those pesky monsters.”

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Title: Vegas, Series 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @plumxwrites (Ao3)

Summary: Ongoing. Technically a series of one-shots, but it’s very cute and there kinda all connected. 

↳ “Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows… However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor’s appointment though, things seem to shape up…”

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Title: A Quiet Morning 🐑📝

Author: @foxymoxy (Ao3) 

Summary: Ongoing. Domestic!au one-shot series. 

↳ “Snapshots of domestic life as you and your husband Yoongi settle into your life together and then disrupt it to grow your family. No overarching plot or purpose here, just a collection of connected one shots that will update as things come to me.”

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Title: Recollections 👊🗒

Author: @Beingsuneone (Ao3)

Summary: Also rocky marriage!au. 

↳ “Perfect doesn’t last forever, that much you’ve learned. Your ‘perfect’ marriage has turned into the hardest and most frustrating thing in your life. You’ve both lost who you are. There’s a lot that needs to be worked out.”

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Title: The One With Bows 🐑🗒

Author: @yoon2k​ 

Summary: This focuses more on the daughter and Yoongi, instead of Yoongi and reader, but it’s still very cute and all about that parent/domestic!au. 

↳ “Yoongi’s hair is getting too long, and he’s constantly having to push it out of his face. Luckily, his daughter just bought a new set of hair ties from Claire’s and is dying to use them”

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Ice cream makes everything better- MYG

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dad! Min Yoongi x Mom! Fem reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.3k words

Summary: OC suffers from migraines. Here's how Yoongi and another special someone deal with it.

A/n: I wrote this at 3 am, exactly 6 hours before a very important exam. But this came easy to me, like it was waiting to be written since ages. 🥺💜💜

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"Will omma be okay soon?" Little Sumi turned to Yoongi before jumping out of the car in front of her school. 

"Of course, love. Omma's just a little sick. But I'm sure she'll be okay once she rests a little" Yoongi reassured your wide eyed, concerned daughter.

"Will she come pick me up?" She asked.

"Not today. But appa will pick you up and then we'll go get ice cream" he promised. 

That promise lit up the little child's face as she nodded enthusiastically and got out, running to her friend who seemed to be waiting for her near the entrance, both of them linking hands and going inside. 

Yoongi smiled to himself. He'd never get over how much your daughter resembled you. But of course you always insisted that she had Yoongi's eyes and nose. Whatever the case, Yoongi loved her to bits and anything she did made his mind reel in wonder that this little girl was living evidence of how much he loved you. Pulling away from the school, Yoongi directed his mind back to business, getting some mangoes for his wife who was currently suffering a migraine and wanted something sweet and fresh to eat after the whole night of debilitating nausea. 

He tried to be as quick as possible, parking closest to the supermarket, rushing inside and grabbing the ripest, yellowest mangoes, checking out and speeding home. 

On days like these, when one thing or the other triggered your migraines, it was a given that Yoongi worked from home, if he felt like he could work at all. 

He looked at the mess he and Sumi had made as they had had breakfast, the dirty dishes still sitting on the table. He collected them and placed them in the sink, moving to your daughter's room where her pajamas were thrown on her unmade bed. He swiftly folded her pajamas and made her bed, placing her pillows in a neat pile and opening a window to let some fresh air in. Then he was peeling and slicing the mangoes, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When the juicy fruit was cut into cubes and ready, he added some toothpicks so he could feed you easily and eased open your bedroom door. 

The dark curtains that Yoongi had installed especially because of his wife's light sensitivity, were pulled all the way shut and there was no light in the room, despite it being bright and sunny outside. 

"Jagiya?" Yoongi whispered.

"Hmmm?" You hummed back, indicating you were awake. 

"Do you feel like eating something?" He asked, still hushed. 

He saw your silhouette sit up in bed, the raging bed head, still visible in the dim light. He came and sat down in front of you, placing the plate of fruit between you both. "I'm hungry, but my teeth feel tender, I don't understand." Yoongi could hear the pout in your voice. 

"It's okay love, these mangoes are really soft and juicy. They'll be easy to eat" he assured you. He saw you nod, scooting forward just an inch. 

Yoongi gladly lifted a piece of fruit skewered on a toothpick to your mouth.

"Did you take Sumi to school?" You asked before opening your mouth slightly to take the bite, relishing the sweetness spreading on your palate after the bitter aftertaste of all that dry heaving last night. 

"Yeah, she was concerned about you. Wanted to say good morning" Yoongi giggled. 

"Aww" you took another bite from his hand, "you should've let her come in."

Yoongi's heart hurt at how weak you sounded. He hated these episodes, he hated seeing you in so much pain, and he couldn't do much except wait for it to be over. 

"You had finally fallen asleep jagi, I told her and she immediately understood."

"She's my big girl" you smiled proudly, wincing slightly at how much your eyes hurt, despite the room being almost pitch dark. 

You and Yoongi sat in silence for a while, him carefully feeding you, and you focusing on chewing softly.

"All done" he announced as the last piece he'd cut up made it's way past your lips.

"Thank you Yoongi" you smiled sadly. "I don't know what I'd do without you"

" We're a team baby. You don't have to do anything without me." His hand found yours, your aching body always finding solace in his gentle touches. You grabbed back, tugging it closer to your face and kissing it fondly, aware of the slight flush that must have made it's way up his cheeks at that. He did have a way of getting flustered that was absolutely adorable. 

" Does your head still hurt? " He asked kindly.

" Yeah" you whispered.

" Do you want me to give you a massage? "

A massage from your husband sounded heavenly and you were nodding immediately. More than willingly, Yoongi climbed onto the bed, making his way behind you on his knees. When you felt him behind you, you leaned back against his soft belly, head resting on his strong chest as his skilled fingers came to rest on your temples moving in coordinated circles to ease the tension in your skull. 

A sigh of relief left you as he worked his magic, working quietly and surely, because he had done this many times before. 

Soon enough, you felt your head getting lighter, the deep throbbing behind your eyes going away. Tears of gratitude filled your eyes involuntarily. Yoongi had no idea how in love you were with him. Because of these simple things he did. How he always made you feel better in a matter of moments, in all that he did. He had your heart. One that always ached with love for him and your little daughter. You couldn't believe you were this lucky, yet here you were. 

"Oh Yoongs, you're magical" you hummed as he pulled away, fluffing up your pillow so you could lie down again. 

He tucked you in and gingerly kissed your forehead. "You're my magic" he whispered into your hairline. "Now rest, and don't worry about a single thing" 

You nodded, thanking all heavenly entities for him in your life as he left the room.

The next thing you heard was when you woke up again. The sweet singsong voice of your daughter on the other side of the door, "I'll call her softly to check if she's sleeping" she promised her father.

Then the door opened and a head peeked in. 

"Omma?" A tiny voice asked. 

"Yes sweetheart?" You answered.

"Oh you're awake!" 

"Shh Sumi too loud!" Yoongi's hushed scolding made you frown. 

"It's okay baby, come to me" you opened your arms as you sat up, feeling a bit better after your nap.

She ran to you, scrambling onto the bed as her father carried a tray with three bowls on it, leaving the door open a smidge to let some light in. 

"How was your day?" You asked Sumi as she settled into your arms.

"It was good. I got an A on my homework. Appa helped me yesterday." She announced proudly.

"Good job baby" you hugged your daughter to your chest eyes meeting your husband's with a fond shine. 

"How was your day omma?" The little voice asked from next to your heart. "Do you feel better? Are you okay now?"

You nodded. "I feel better now that you're here." 

"Oh. See appa? If you had let me come to her in the morning, omma would already be okay" Sumi scolded her father. 

You laughed softly. 

"What's this you brought me?" You asked, tilting your head to the bowls.

"We brought you ice cream!" She announced happily.

" Ice cream makes everything better" Yoongi nodded knowingly, repeating a dialogue you loved to say ever since he had begun dating you. It was now an impromptu rule in your house. Ice cream makes everything better. 

Sumi also nodded very seriously, before turning her attention back to you.

" Can I help you eat it? " She asked

"Huh?" The question threw you off.

"You always feed me when I'm sick, should I feed you now?" She explained, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"That's because you're my baby" you cooed. 

"You're my baby too," Sumi proudly announced, taking a bowl from her father's hands and lifting a half empty spoon to your smiling lips. 

[sailoryooons]

Re: Yoongi requests, get ready for the most annoying request in the world:

Literally anything, as long as he's wearing glasses. I'll take anything anything 🤓🥵🤓🥵

→ Pairing:  Yoongi x female reader

→ Summary:  These types of evenings are your favorite: night in, rain against the window, and your boyfriend curled over a book, glasses sliding down his nose and hair mused.  

→ Word Count: 

→ Type: Drabble

→ Genre: domestic, established relationship

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Rating: SWF / no sexual content

→ Warnings: Yoongi is drinking a glass of wine?

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→ A/N: This was not the most annoying request at all. I am down bad for Yoongi in glasses. It always gives me either a daddy vibe or a soft vibe. I went with a soft, domestic vibe for this one! I hope you enjoy 🥰

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

Steam permeates the air as you step out of the shower, careful not to drip water all over the tile as you shut the glass door behind you. Yoongi hates when he comes into the bathroom to find you’ve dripped water everywhere, even if he won’t tell you he hates it.

Yoongi likes to suffer in silence like that.

Towel-drying your hair, you strain your ears to hear your boyfriend anywhere in the apartment. There’s no sound of the TV, no sound of music coming from the second bedroom where he works, and no record player on.

Sliding into soft pajamas and stretching your limbs, you steal a book from your dresser as you pad into the living room, determined to finish House of Hollow and learn all of the tucked-away secrets of the Hollow sisters.

A teakwood candle flickers on the coffee table. You realize that the TV is on – Yoongi has a fireplace on YouTube crackling for ambiance, the orange flames casting a warm aura into the room. Soft rain patters against the window, a soft percussion to the crackling melody coming from the tv.

You stop in the doorway to drink Yoongi in: feet in fuzzy socks, tucked under him. Folded limbs with a glass of wine balanced preciously on the arm of the couch. A blanket in his lap, with Holly pressed against his hip. Hair damp from his shower, and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he flips the page of his book.

Best of all, his glasses are sliding down his nose. He doesn’t seem to notice, charcoal eyes focused on the words printed to paper, on the world pressed between pages for him to imagine.

It’s nice to see him like this. When his shoulders aren’t bunched near his ears with tension. He’s not biting his nails. He’s not hunched over his desk, empty water cup next to his mouth while a new cup of coffee steams, calling to him.

Lightning flashes and paints the world silver and purple for a moment, breaking Yoongi’s concentration.

Yoongi looks up. His glasses cling to the end of his button nose, and he looks at you over the square, wired rim.

“Hmm?” It’s a question as you break from your spell and move to join him. Holly senses your approach and lifts his head, blinking owlishly at you. “Move for momma, Holly.”

The dog listens, shifting down the couch to let you sink into the now warm spot. Yoongi tucks you into his side, an arm wrapped around you. He smells like his eucalyptus soap and a hint of mint toothpaste. Holly curls against your hip, going back to sleep.

Yoongi radiates warmth. Leans into you. Presses a firm kiss to your brow that leaves a tingle, all while his glasses almost dangle off of his cute nose.

“Your glasses are going to fall,” you laugh softly, reaching a hand to gently push them back up the bridge of his nose. “How can you read with them that far down your nose, hmm?”

“No wonder the words were a little blurry.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

He squeezes you closer to his side. Resting your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes for a moment. It’s worthy of a picture, you and Yoongi pressed together with Holly at your side, a candle flickering in the warmth of your apartment, Yoongi relaxed, flushed and soft. The thunder is a soft roll of sound in the background of your evening.

You love Yoongi. More than words you can come up with. Words have always been his thing, even if he doesn’t say them directly. You pluck out the meanings in his songs, see the feelings between each constructed syllable and rhyme.

Yoongi also is good at being wordless. Picking up your dry cleaning when you’re running late at work, leaving a hot cup of coffee for you in the morning when he’s already gone, restocking the pantry because he noticed your favorite snack was gone.

Having him like this, dark eyes watching you and crinkling at the edges, is one of your favorite things.

“I guess I’ll keep you,” he muses, soft smiling appearing. “I like when you dote on me. Fixing my glasses, making sure my shoes are the same color, tying my ties.”

You hum in agreement. “I like when you wear your glasses.” You press a quick kiss to his lips and he sighs softly, delighted. “It just feels more like you.”

“I wear them so you can compliment me.”

“I compliment you all the time.”

“Maybe I’m greedy.”

“Glutton.”

“Only for you.” He grins, all gums and teeth before flicking the cover of your book. “What’s Iris Hollow up to these days?”

“Oh, you know. Confusion. Getting the creeps. Running from cryptids.”

“Let me know if it’s worth reading.” He settles back into his book, glasses sliding just a little down his nose again. You smile, cracking open your own book and wiggling further into his side. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You fall into silence, with nothing but the sound of the fireplace and the evening rain.

[queermyg]

let them be them, let us be us | yoonmin

“Oh- Jiminie,” Yoongi whispers softly, eyes wide open as he looks at what’s inside the box, “Is it-”

“It’s a promise!” he cuts, nervous, “um, it’s not- I’m not-” he takes a deep breath, “I know we can’t, yet, but I wanted to have something to symbolize that we are together, that you’re the love of my life and something to remind you of me,” he finishes with a shaky smile.

or in which Jimin starts working at a new school as a kindergarten teacher, receiving some inappropriate comments about his relationship; he's sad and Yoongi tries to cheer him up the best way he knows how to.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55398703

moodboard cr to: my bestie

[coupsie-daisies]

The Domestic Chronicles of Min Yoongi | Series Masterlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none (will be updated with each chapter, each chapter has individual warnings)

Summary: A series of one shots chronicling the domestic moments shared between Reader and Yoongi throughout their relationship with one another

this series will cover the entire span of reader and Yoongi’s relationship from before they were dating to well after they’re married. chapters may not come out in chronological order and don’t need to be read in chronological order of their relationship

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