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superrsstaargirrl13 · 2 months

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Pretty Girl-One shot

Genre - Established relationship, yoongi x female reader, smut, little bit of fluff

Word count-2,345

Summary- The one where taking an innocent nap with Yoongi quickly becomes not so innocent.

Warnings- Producer yoongi! Stay at home cute gf! Yoongi is a little mean if you squint, Yoongi calls reader (slut, pretty girl, whore, baby), bit of a size kink, spit kink, Yoongi slaps reader in the face twice I believe, hair pulling kink, multiple orgasms, cum eating, reader has a daddy kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, bit of fluff, established relationship.

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It was around 2pm, when Yoongi decided he was tired and needed a nap. Of course I climbed in with him even if I had no sign of exhaust just for the mere fact of wanting to be close to him.

It was now 3:43pm and Yoongi is still dead asleep, pretty lips pouted one hand to his side, the other on my thigh as I keep my leg wrapped around his waist. I feel so bad for having the strongest urge to wake him up. God it’s his fault for wanting to sleep in just boxers. Grey boxers to be exact.

I can clearly see his pretty cock’s outline and I have to admit it’s driving me insane. I can feel my paper thin panties begin to stick to my core.

He won’t be mad If I wake him will he?

He’s always so good to me. Always complying to my needs,he’ll help right ?

Fuck.

I know how tired he is. He’s so hardworking yet I want him so bad i can’t take it.

And so I call out to him.

I run my fingers across his chest painfully slow drawing circles right above his belly button.

I place a kiss on his neck, then drag my bottom lip from his neck to his ear, before placing a kiss on his ear and whispering to him

“baby..” fuck that came out whinier than I wanted it to

he hums

I move my hand from his stomach up to his hair as I rake my fingers across his soft black locs

“daddy..want you” I whisper out as I continue to kiss his neck.

The hand placed on waist moves to my ass giving it squeeze that makes me gasp against his ear

he chuckles at this, as he opens his eyes finding mine immediately

the same hand moves across my ass across my pussy as his middle and ring finger press against my core rubbing up and down painfully slow

“fuck, pussy’s drenched. How long you been horny baby why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

I pout at him and he kisses the pout away taking his other hand to rub my cheek with his thumb, the rest of his fingers grips my hair

“I’m all yours pretty girl, you can use me whenever you want me” his voice laced with sleep making it drop an octave.

I kiss him at that, his grip on my hair tightens and I moan against his lips rubbing myself against his fingers.

My hands traveled down to his crotch, palming him through his boxers. I feel him twitch against my hands as he moans against my lips

“tell me what you want, daddy’ll give you anything you need”

“want you to touch me, wanna feel your fingers deep inside me” I groan out, lips grazing against his jawline now

He pulls my panties to the side, his fingers immediately pressing on my clit as he rubs me painfully slow

“like this baby? this what you were feigning for?”

“mhmm”

I can’t even focus now, my hands have slowed down to a halt on his member as my nails graze his stomach trying to find a grip on his waist.

his fingers slow their assault on my clit, and he plunges two fingers in me without warning making me choke on a breath

I can feel his wrist press against my asshole with each push of his fingers making me choke out moans from the intense pleasure.

my legs spread even wider across his waist giving him even more access, he uses his other hand to tighten his grip on my hair pulling my head back as his lips latch onto my neck. Kissing, licking, biting, sucking.

my moans are loud now mixed with the wet noises from my core and his heavy breath against me

“fuuuckk, daddy fuck, so goood” my words come out elongated. no thoughts in my head just his fingers plunging in me at the perfect pace, hitting my gspot with every thrust

He suddenly pulls out of me, making me groan out. He just as fast takes those same fingers that were in me seconds ago and shoves them in his mouth, moaning as he tastes my arousal on his fingers.

he uses his other his other to pull my head closer to his, relasing his grip on my scalp to cup my cheeks harshly.

“open your mouth” he demands

I do just that, ready for whatever he’s going to give me

He spits right in my mouth, immediately caging my mouth closed forcing me to take it

“swallow it, slut”

Before I have time to form a thought, he sits his self up, hooks his arm under my thighs bringing me on his lap.

I now sit right on top of his cock, boxers probably drenched with my sex

I immediately take off the oversized shirt I had on, leaving me with just my panties on.

His mouth latches onto my right nipple taking his left hand and pinching my left nipple with this thumb and pointer.

I’m rubbing my dripping pussy against his crotch now, desperate for him to just fuck me in this same instant

“daddy please stop teasing just want your cock in me so bad” i’m moaning out to him

he laughs at this, that dry, evil laugh that makes me drip every time I hear it.

His mouth lets go of my reddened nipple, now just pressed against my chest as he looks up at me with blown out pupils

He takes his hands placing them behind his head as he licks his lips before saying

“Want daddy’s cock so bad pretty girl? Take it baby, use me like a toy, told ya i’m yours”

I don’t waste a second, hands latching onto his boxers as fast I can as his pretty cock springs out. I quickly push them off his legs and onto the floor.

Fuck it’s so pretty, In any other instance i’d play with it first

put him in my mouth, lick and suck on his head, while my hands massage his balls, But i’m so horny just need him in me.

And so i do just that. I don’t even take off my panties too desperate just keep it pushed to the side as I rub my clit on his mushroom head for just a second.

And then i’m grabbing onto it, pushing his thick cock inside of me

He’s so big it always burns just a little when he first goes in, especially when he doesn’t prepare me for it

But fuck the burn is so good, I don’t care. I let him sit in me for a bit let myself adjust to his size before I start rubbing myself against him.

my hands travel up his stomach, and up to his neck using both hands to grip on it.

He raises his eyebrow and smirks at this, not uttering a word letting me use him, like he said I should.

I now press my upper body against his, tits pressing against his chest as I start to bounce up and down slowly moving only my hips.

I can’t help the moans escaping my lips onto his neck as I kiss him there, desperate to feel as close to him as i can

He’s groaning out by now, telling me how good of a girl I am, how tight and warm and I feel. His words spur me on so much I feel myself tightening against his cock.

every time i pull back I feel my pussy tighten around his head pulling him back.

I’m sure he can feel it too because he takes his hands away from his head as he grabs onto my hips and pushing my body back so i’m now tilted backwards.

his large hand is pressing against my stomach, and I swear I can feel his cock all up my stomach his other hand has a tight grip on my hip.

“cmon baby, you’re doing so good using my cock to fuck yourself”

Hips still moving against his skin at a different angle as my hands now grip onto his thighs trying to make myself cum

I can sense his frustration as his hands grab onto my panties, he ripping them off with his bare hands, now grabbing onto my ass as he pulls me up and off his cock

quickly ripping the rest of the panties off and throwing it across the room

His hands hooks onto my back quickly turning me on my stomach, he grips my legs pulling them up so my ass is out in the air, then pressing my back down harshly as he slaps my inner thigh to open for him

He pushes back into me without warning, one hand pressed firmly against my back the other goes and grips my hair pushing my face against the mattress.

The new angle has me whining out.

my hands grip onto the sheets, as my eyes roll behind my head.

pussy so exhausted from all the robbed orgasms, that I feel it coming sooner than expected.

“cu-cuming” I announce with a high pitched moan as my ears start to ring and my legs start to feel like jello

I can hear his groans and him muttering something but I can’t even recall what, so cockdrunk all I can focus is him stretching me to my limit

He’s still thrusting into me with a hard and fast pace even after I cum, making me feel overstimulated I push a hand on his stomach begging him to slow down and that’s it’s too much.

“My girl can take it, Gonna leave this little pussy bruised baby, ain’t that what you wanted?”

“Woke me up all desperate to fuck this cock like a whore. You can take it pretty girl”

His grip on my hair stays just as strong as his other hand reaches under my stomach, toying with my swollen clit. He presses his body against my back.

Groaning against my ear, as my legs shake uncontrollably from the combination of his cock and his fingers

“fuck baby, feel you tightening on my cock, you cumming again already?”

I’m a moaning mess at this point, i don’t even reply

His grip on my hair stops, and he then slaps my face, my cheeks immediately burn at this

His thrusts slow down painfully slow

“You answer, when I talk to you” He says in a mean tone before pushing against me so hard my whole body pushes forward.

“M’sorry, i’m cumming fuck fuuck”

“Good girl..Me too” he smiles against my cheek before placing a kiss

His thrusts quicken as I push my hips back against his chasing my second orgasm.

I feel his cock twitch in me before his warm load starts to spur out into me making my orgasm come harder than the last

My breath hitches and i just suck in a breath as my legs shake and my ears ring once again.

He slows his thrusts completely before coming to a halt.And then slowly pulling out of me.

With my head still groggy from the last two orgasms, I turn myself as I now lay on my back knees pulled up legs spread as I look at Yoongi groggily

Fuck he’s so sexy.

He looks just like sex. Hair messy with pieces sticking to his forehead, milky white skin body glistening with sweat as he sits sprawled out.

He stares at me lovingly running his hands across my stomach drawing circles all around it, like he’s proud i’m his.

He sits up and kisses my lips and then my nose and then my forehead.

“Baby..sit on my face please. Wanna clean you up”

oh fuck

“huh?” is the only thing I can say.

“M’ so tired baby boy”

His hands are now to each side of my face caging me in.

“I know baby, but I promise it’s just to clean you up. Just wanna taste some more baby please”

How can I ever say no to him? I’d give him the moon and the sun if I could.

“okay”

He immediately grabs onto my ass pushing my body against his chest while he situates himself and then pulling me onto his face.

He immediately latches his lips around my clit sucking harshly and I grip onto his hair tightly whimpering out.

His fingers grip harshly on my ass pressing my pussy even tighter against his face essentially choking himself with my sex.

My hips involuntarily starting rubbing again his mouth as he now pushes his tongue inside of me sucking our cum like a starved man.

It’s too much now as I pull onto his hair

“yoon, yoongi baby it’s too muuch”

“no, it’s okay you got it, c’mon baby just cum one more time you got it” he says against my pussy, I have no choice but to do what he says. So i grind myself even harder against his tongue trying my hardest for my third orgasm.

I feel it start to build up, knowing in no time ill get there

“im cumming baby, just like that baby keep going” I praise him as he groans against me.

In no time I feel the pressure once again and my legs start to convulse. This orgasm softer than the previous two

Feeling more like a sense of relief rather than a strong push that knocks the wind out of me.

This time he thanking stops his assault right after I cum. Knowing I really can’t take anymore… For now.

I fall back against the bed onto my back just like before.

He sits up, licks his lips before kissing me softly. Fuck I can smell myself all over him and it’s so hot.

He gets up from the bed, grabbing me bridal style to our shared bathroom

“Okay this time, i’m really gonna clean you up let’s go pretty girl”

Fuck, I am such a lucky girl.

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chimivx · 1 year

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public occurrences. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader

summary: It's been almost a year since Vegas. As one would expect, life hasn't gotten any easier. If anything it's gotten even more chaotic. The world knows who you are now... There aren't anymore secrets to hide.

words: 6k

warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS IN THE WARNINGS. use of cuss words, they talk of anxiety, some mental health situations, talks about a miscarriage, talks about Jin and other members leaving. other than that- not much else. If I missed anything PLEASE let me know.

a/n: CAN'T BELIEVE ANOTHER VEGAS IS HERE. Enjoy my loves. Thank you for all the love and support always. <3 It's just a short little drabble of one specific moment of time, but I thought it was pretty important.

~ the end of february 2023 ~

A dull pain begins to erupt where you’ve had your jaw clenched for the last twenty minutes. A soreness in your jaw you’re not quite sure will ever be able to go away. For the past few months it’s found itself in this compromised position.

Your entire body is made of steel, your joints creaking as you attempt to pull yourself together amidst the panic ensuing within your nervous system. Limbs heavy to the point you aren’t sure whether or not you’ll be able to exit the vehicle.

Breathe in, breathe out. The words repeat.

Breath in, breathe out. It made you want to sing Hobi’s song. Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhaaale. But there was no time for fun. Not when you were about to walk outside in front of cameras for the first time in eight years.

The morning was spent in a blur, the attempts to perfect your hair and makeup happening at an hour too early, much like how you rolled out of bed. An hour too early. You were awake before your daughter even had the chance to stir.

Anxiety had been simmering beneath your skin for weeks. You could barely eat, the nausea would rip through you violently. Again, for the past few months that’s how life has been, nausea, anxiety, melancholy thoughts and dreams, however this event seemed to be adding twice as much. These past few days you’ve probably accumulated a total of nine hours of sleep. You had more shuteye the week after your daughter's birth.

There seemed to be a butterfly effect from the events in Vegas. The incident that caused countless meetings and endless discussions because the company just couldn’t handle anymore media control or protection. You should never have trusted that girl.

BigHit took their time, the company drug out the announcement as long as they could so it would surpass Jin’s deployment and your goddamn wedding. Now, with it being the end of February, Yoongi’s been traveling absolutely everywhere for basketball games, photoshoots, and he’s announced a tour… It was about to happen. For the very first time in eight years you were officially about to be on camera, branded by flashes, posted online permanently, forever going to be seen and known as Min Yoongi’s wife.

Next to you, Yoongi grips your knee tight, in hopes to settle your worries. Glancing down to his knobby hand you sigh and suck in a deep breath.

“We’ll be fine,” he said softly. Meeting his comforting gaze, you attempt to smile, one that makes him laugh. “I promise. Remember everything we talked about?”

You do. Of course you do. It’s been playing on repeat for one hundred and sixty eight hours.

That’s how many hours are in a week. You had to google that.

When this entire plan was set in place you requested a play by play, a step by step tutorial- a rehearsal even! You were walking out into the public eye with your child for the first time. People knew who you were now.

There were going to be cameras, and fans, and paparazzi, and loud noises, and people rushing you, and standards to follow. It was all too much, it all seemed to be entirely too much. You were going to have a toddler on your hip, one who could barely stand to be in a room full of people her father worked with let alone god knows how many strangers at an airport.

“What happens first?” Yoongi asked, reaching for one of your hands to tangle his fingers with yours. He could feel your panic. “Tell me the first thing we’re going to do.”

Gulping, you respond, “Park.” Looking up at his short hair that you’re livid with- his long hair was dreamy, and sexy, and you could pull it- you receive another laugh. He hadn’t expected you to be so literal.

“Good, we’ll park,” he praised. “And then what?” Tipping his chin down his eyes widened a bit, becoming all the more endearing.

“Then, Branson and his team get out,” you said, feeling a bit better looking into his eyes. Yoongi gives you a soft smile, dragging his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Has Branson ever let you down?”

“Never,” you whispered. Almost nine incident free years with the man, after Yoongi, you depended on.

Your husband leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Exactly,” he said. “What happens next?”

Going through the last three simple steps, everything seemed ready to go to plan. Once Branson was ready, you were going to take your daughter out of her carseat, exit the car, and follow the men inside. You would be the one to carry your daughter, just in case. People were unpredictable in these situations, and Yoongi agreed that if something were to happen to him here, you should be the one to carry her inside. As much as that little comment terrified you to hear him say, he was right.

Simple as pie. You hoped.

In a perfect world that’s how it would happen, and you want nothing more than for this to go smoothly.

People knew your name. Everyone has found out that it’s been years. The company was prepared for mass destruction, and so were you and Yoongi. A first public appearance, this is where it would all go to shit. There isn’t much chaos people can fully ensue over the internet.

As for your friends, the two of you personally asked them to stay out of it and at the drop of a hat they agreed. The five boys and Sunny shook on it. No one would say a word publicly, no one would do any interviews, no tweets, no Instagram posts, no stories pushed, no Weverse comments. Silence. Radio silence.

Jin has most definitely heard what has happened, and the next time you and Yoongi get to see him, there will be tea to spill. Your heart aches whenever you think about him, especially for Yoongi. He’s had to go through this madness and so much more without his best friend.

The week after he left was complete and utter hell for your family. And not just because of Jin.

Pushing aside all thoughts of having to redo the motions with Hobi very soon, you come to realize that steps one and two of the plan have already commenced.

The black SUV was parked in front of the airport, and Branson and his team were setting themselves up. Through the dark tinted windows there are crowds upon crowds of people, masses of them so large one would think the entire band was here. It reminded you of a concert, they were all waiting in groups with their phones out, pointing them at the vehicles that you and your team were in.

Slapping your hand on top of Yoongi's, you grip it tight, digging your nails into his palm. He places his other right on top of yours.

“I can’t do it,” you mumbled, whipping your head to shoot him a terrified look.

Yoongi smiles, though your fear threatens to crack him. If this wasn’t ordered by the company he’d whisk you away to safety, getting inside the airport without a soul knowing. He’s broken these rules before, going against what his company wants for your sake, it’s been eight years of you coming first, you topping all things that have to do with his job.

Now that the gig was up, now that people knew who you were and knew that it’s been forever, he feels as though he owes it to his fans to do a three minute appearance. As much as he was deeply in love with you, he loved his fans almost as much. He wanted to show you off, he wanted the world to see who’s been keeping him sane all this time, who’s been the source of his happiness for years.

“Yanno, the last time you told me that you seemed to handle everything just fine,” he said, glancing at your sleeping daughter beside you. Blowing a gust of air through your lips, you roll your eyes.

“I didn’t have to do any work, D, they cut her out of me,” you grilled back, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t-” your words are cut off by a sudden short breath. “I feel like I can’t breathe,” escapes you in a whisper.

Branson taps his fist on the window a couple of times gently, signaling that he was ready for the three of you to come out. The murmurs from the crowds can be heard, leaking through the cracks in the doors, swarming around you constricting your chest.

Yoongi slips an arm around your back, holding you against him tight. Burying your face into his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and takes a deep breath. You can feel his beating heart steady between his lungs. This was just another day for him. He’s had ten years to grow used to this.

“I was afraid this was going to happen,” he said softly. Peeking up at him, you frown.

“What?” you question, lowering your brows. He nods a couple of times, giving you a small smile.

“I was afraid this was going to happen, because I knew this was going to happen,” he said.

“Me freaking out, right?” you sighed, your tone completely breathless. A soft hum leaves his chest as he ponders what you’ve said, then he shakes his head. “What?” you question again with more vigor.

“Well,” he huffs a gentle laugh, “I figured something along the lines of that would happen, but only ‘cause of her,” he nods to your daughter, “Not because you’re scared of going out there. You’re only worried for her. If it were seven years ago you think you’d feel this way?”

Shaking your head to answer him, the electricity coursing through your veins seems to subside.

“Exactly,” he smirked. “Before her you were dancing in the streets before my shows, you were talking to people, my fans! You were prancing around stadiums and concerts like it was nothing.”

“I loved doing that,” you smiled.

“Fuck yeah, you loved doing that,” he said, giving you the smallest shake. “And, you know what? It’s not just you going out there as my wife, right? They know what you’ve done for us, they know what you’ve made for us.”

Your smile starts to grow. He was right. The fans, the people, they loved your work. The music videos, the art, the TinyTan, the creative concepts, the photoshoots, all of it. They finally knew that it was you. The ghost creator had been unveiled.

“You probably have fans of your own,” Yoongi said matter of factly. “I guarantee you all these people are here for you, not me.” Frowning humorously, you make him laugh.

“Doubt that,” you said flatly.

“Alright, half and half,” he winked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We can do this, you can do this. We’re doing it together, like we do everything. We’ll get through this together. We always do. Just think, next time we see Jin we have to tell him all about this, he’ll never believe it.”

Averting your eyes from his, your mind is suffocated by the many, many things you’re going to have to tell Jin when you’re with him again, which you’re hoping is soon. So much has happened, so much has changed, and it’d only been about three months.

“Yeah,” you whispered, flickering your eyes up to Yoongi who’s flashing you a curious look. “He probably still thinks I’m pregnant.”

A flash of discomfort wrecks his expression for all of two seconds as he glances away from you with a breath. Swallowing hard, he relaxes his face and looks back at you, his lips pressed together tight.

“He, uh,” he began in a whisper, “He... knows.” Before you have a chance to say anything, the subtle shock on your face telling him plenty, he cuts you off. “I’m sorry, baby. I had to tell him, it’s Jin, that’s my best friend, he’s the only one I could even say the words to.”

Sitting up a bit, you reach a hand up to cup his cheek, dragging your thumb over his smooth skin. “D, it’s okay,” you reassured him, bobbing your head. His lips form a pout, one that gets you to giggle. “I promise, it’s okay.”

There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you, feelings swirling around the empty air as you both choose what to do or say next. Yoongi leans into you, kissing your forehead once more before placing his own there.

“You’re so incredible,” he said, watching you flutter your eyes shut. “The strongest woman I know, the most talented woman I know. On top of having such a beautiful, creative mind, you’re a fucking fantastic mother.” Yoongi pauses, taking a deep breath, as do you. “He was lucky to have you for as long as he did.”

A lump lodges in your throat. Scrunching your face, you shake your head, rubbing your forehead to his.

“Don’t make me cry,” you said, voice wavering with uncertainty.

“Cry?” a tiny voice speaks up from your right, a yawn of the same intensity coming out of her straight after. Popping your eyes open you share a small smile with your husband, and just as you’re about to turn to your little one, Yoongi slips a hand beneath your chin, holding you in place.

“Hey,” his voice is soothing. “I love you.” Your heart flutters.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, accepting the quick kiss he gives you.

Turning to the carseat that has secured a permanent spot in this car, you smile at your daughter who has her head turned toward you and her father. Her sleepy eyes entice a happy hum from you.

“You were supposed to sleep through this,” you said sarcastically sweet. Yoongi chuckles, unbuckling from his seat. The clang of the metal on the door makes your heart skip a beat.

“No,” your daughter said. “No sleep. All done.” Her voice is tiny, and slightly broken, and not hitting all of the right sounds, but her speech has only been improving. The two of you speak to her like she’s a human being, saving the baby voices for when she’s feeling silly, which can attest to her strong vocabulary and understanding of conversation.

You’re beginning to think she is a genius like her father.

“Mama, up,” she cooed, reaching out her arms that were finally starting to get a little chubby. Her cheeks had caught up to her as well, they were finally perfectly pinchable.

Freeing her from the car seats restraints, your daughter aids you in her escape, launching herself forward and up into your arms with a shout.

“Oh!” she giggles once her arms are around your neck and her face is buried in your hair.

“Oh!” you and Yoongi copy her, to which she responds with another shout.

Her attentive eyes point out the window when she sits herself up, tapping on your shoulder a couple of times with her palm. Lifting a hand, she tries to point at the crowds of people.

“Where?” she asked curiously, looking to either of her parents for an answer. Her voice turned you into a complete puddle, the sound coming out as ‘Wheh?’, the middle syllable is even more pronounced when she questions the two of you again.

Yoongi brings a hand to her forehead, brushing away a few dark hairs that fell into her eyes. The girl hated bows, you stopped trying.

“We’re at the airport,” he told her, and she listened with all of her might. “We’re going on a plane, isn’t that fun? You like flying.” Her eyes blink a few times, taking her time to process the words.

Sighing aloud, dramatically of course, she glances out the window and mumbles a jumble of sounds. Following her gaze, you gulp.

Eager eyes of bystanders attempted to shatter the glass of the tinted windows.

“Mama,” your daughter said, looking at you. “Go, Mama,” she bounced once. “Go,” she bounced twice. You knew the moment you stepped out into the noise and the flashing lights that she would have a meltdown, but you admired her desire to get out of the car. Yoongi was right, she loved flying, it was her second favorite thing right now. Securely at number one was Jungkook, for a year and seven months. That spot was unattainable for anyone else.

“Shall we?” Yoongi offered, watching you fiercely, letting you take the lead. He waited patiently for your answer, heaving a sigh of relief when you finally gave him a tentative nod of your head.

“Dada, go,” your daughter babbled. “Mama, go. Dada, go. Mama, go.”

Sharing a laugh with Yoongi, you take a long deep breath and tighten your grip around her back, holding her in front of your chest. Smiling at you, your baby touched a hand to your cheek.

“I love you,” you whispered to her. She leans her head toward you and puts her nose on yours.

“Ah-luh-oo,” she tried her best to repeat. Stealing a kiss from her, you let Yoongi press a thousand to her cheek to make her giggle, and then it’s time.

Everything seems to move in slow motion, your vision tunneling as your husband opens the car door. Pulling a mask over his face, he sends you a reassuring wink before he rounds the vehicle.

Screams erupt from every corner of the space, and shouting from the team can already be heard. Strict shouting, like things were getting crazy already. Your daughter’s eyes are wide as she looks out the windows and up at you. Her curiosity has been swapped for a little bit of fear.

You couldn’t let her see you panic.

Sliding off of the leather seat and onto the concrete of the airport lot, you pull a mask over your own face and instantly slip a hand to the back of your baby's head. Her legs were wrapped around your torso, and the moment you stepped outside her arms clung around your neck for safety. You already had a suspicion that you weren’t going to have to actively try to hide her face, she would want to do that herself.

Your bags were already taken care of, there wasn’t anything else you needed to grab from the car other than your child and yourself. Everything else would be taken care of for you.

With another deep, dramatic breath, you hold your daughter close, allowing her to bury her face into your neck, and you circle the car like Yoongi had. Upon rounding the back, cameras that were already flashing began to flash faster, quicker. Wide eyed and stunned by the greeting of screams, you barely have time to process anything before Branson grabs your arm.

It’s a gentle tug, one to help keep you on track. He pulls you close to him, staying one step ahead of you as you wait for a couple of seconds in front of the car. Glancing amongst the crowd, it’s mainly full of paparazzi and probably some journalists. Behind the tall men and their cameras you can see the fans, the ones holding up their phones and jumping up and down trying to catch a glimpse at the commotion.

Airport security guards held some people back, though no one seemed to be trying to push through excessively, which was your main fear.

“Another minute here,” Branson said to you, leaning into your ear. “They need photos, then we go.” Nodding, you peek down at your girl who was content clinging to her mother and hiding from the chaos. A sound of admiration rips through the crowd as you stroke her back, one that surprises you.

Up ahead, close to the doors, Yoongi was walking backward slowly, watching you. His fans twisted their heads side to side, from him, to you, and back again. To spice things up a bit, he gives you a wave, and everyone goes nuts.

You can’t help but laugh at him, eyes crinkling at the sides. For some reason you had thought he’d treat you differently when you were outside, but aside from following the rules, he was still your husband. He points to the baby on your chest and questions you with a thumbs up. Another giant ‘Awh!’ rolls through the chattering crowd.

Sending a thumbs up back, the fans laugh, and cheer. Then, your heart plummets to your stomach.

From somewhere within the crowd your name is shouted. And then again. Before you knew it, the entire crowd wanted your attention. Overwhelmed, feeling utterly insane, your eyes well up with tears. You're unable to make out anything else they’re saying though, there were too many people talking at once, and to you, that was a good thing.

God forbid anybody had anything bad to say. You’ve heard it before, but you don’t need to live it in real time.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. Branson leans into you again, questioning what you’ve said. Turning to him, you smile and repeat, “Holy shit!”

“You’re okay?” he asked, gently putting a hand over your shoulder blade.

“I- I think so?” you said to him, raising your voice over the crowd that was only getting louder. Glancing down to your daughter who’s little fists were attempting to rip holes in your sweater, you send a look to Yoongi, and he stops walking all together. Bundled up in the safety of her mothers arms wasn’t enough for the baby, she needed to be out of this situation immediately. “Branson we have to go.”

“I don’t have the signal yet, we need Yoongi inside before we move forward,” he said. Frowning, you knew the man was just doing his job, but a cry from your daughter flipped a switch within you.

“We need to go,” you insisted, shooting him a glare. Cradling the back of her head, you press your masked lips to her hair and take a deep breath, hoping she’d feel as much of your love as possible.

“Go! Get him inside,” Branson spoke into the tiny walkie he carried on his chest, gesturing toward the door with persistence.

The crowd, now roaring, and growing larger, began to push. The barriers that were blocked by guards were spilling over the edge.

Branson placed a hand to the top of your shoulder and held onto you tight. Grabbing the little speaker, he spoke clearer. “We need to move forward, and we cannot do that if you cannot get him indoors.”

Up ahead your husband was watching you with a heated gaze. His attention didn’t deter from you once. His heart twisted when you cradled your daughter, when he saw Branson begin to get defensive. The hand that was placed protectively on your shoulder could make him scream, and the team behind him, calling after him to get him to step inside the airport made his thoughts fuzzy.

What the hell was he doing? Why would he ever allow the two of you, the most important people in his life, why would he allow you to do it alone? This was the very first time you’ve done this, and he’s realized now that he’s made the biggest mistake.

Forgetting everything he was told, everything he’s learned, Yoongi bounds toward you, using the fast paced walk that his fans clown him for. They absolutely lose their minds, the people around you.

Wide eyed and shocked, you’d never think he’d break the rules on this one, you sigh in relief when he reaches your side. An arm wraps around your shoulder, Yoongi closing you in front of his chest.

“What are you doing?” you asked, giving your head a small shake.

Your husband smiles, reaching up to pull his mask off of his face, removing yours as well.

“Not letting you do it alone,” he said to you, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. As you could’ve guessed, the collective lost their minds.

“You’re gonna get in trouble,” you smiled up at him, laughing as he dramatically rolled his eyes.

“You two are always worth it,” he said. “Now, c’mon,” he stepped aside to hold you behind your back, keeping you tucked beneath his arm. Using his other hand he rubbed the baby’s back and gave her cheek a quick kiss, happy to find that once he joined you two she had calmed down. “Let’s go see Kookie.”

Her head shot right up with enormous dark eyes full of stars. “Koo-hee?!”

“Koo-hee!” Both you and Yoongi copy her tiny voice, making her giggle with the silly smiles you flash at her.

The world around you seemed to melt away the second you were in your husband's arms, like all of a sudden you had the strength to handle anything the world would have thrown at you. His grip around your body as he walked with you into the airport was enough to silence the crowd, and power your legs to get through the doors without an incident.

A mere twenty minutes later, the three of you were seated on the plane, your daughter snoozing soundly on her fathers chest while you scrolled through your phone, curious to see what the internet has had to say of your appearance already. Resting his head on your shoulder, Yoongi followed along, making a sweet comment at every single photo of you.

“Oh, that one is the best,” he said quietly, your Twitter scroll stopping on a picture of the three of you before you walked off. The big, genuine, happy smiles you and Yoongi wore were priceless as you grinned at your baby girl, one whose face didn’t make it into any photos- thank the good Lord that somebody believes in. “You should post that one.”

Giving him a sideways glance, you huff a gentle laugh. “To my Instagram? It’s just gone public, you want me to blow it up even more?”

Yoongi tips his chin up, flashing you pouty puppy dog eyes. “I just want them all to know you’re mine. Both of you. I want everyone to know I’m yours, and I always have been.” You gave his forehead a kiss.

“Okay,” you nodded, “I’ll post it. Her face isn’t in any of these, so I can post as many as I want.”

Settling comfortably on your shoulder once again, Yoongi gave you caption advice for the post- an emoji that seemingly had nothing to do with the photo… But, you used it anyway. The angel emoji, with a halo and little wings.

“That one’s perfect,” he whispered, tapping on it for you.

“If you say so,” you smiled. Yoongi sat up a bit, carefully to not disturb his sleeping daughter. “You always pick the random ones.”

“Every single one I use means something,” Yoongi gazed at you fiercely. “That little guy,” he pointed to the angel, “That makes four of us.”

Your lips parted in surprise, unsure of what to say. That week in December devastated you both. Your stomach flips while you watch him study your face. The whirlwind life you live hasn’t given either of you proper time to process, or grieve.

“Baby,” he whispered, closing the space between you to touch his forehead to yours. “You don’t have to post it if you don’t want to.”

Sucking in a deep breath, your eyes welling with tears, you furrow your brows. “What did I do wrong,” escaped you in an exasperated gust of air. Yoongi shifted, wrapping an arm around your back.

“No,” he said, putting on his strong facade. “We don’t do that, we’ve talked about this. You know there wasn’t anything you did wrong. There wasn’t anything I did wrong. You heard the doctor say it, baby, multiple times. You gave him the perfect home, you’re healthy.” Yoongi paused to gauge where you were, praying that you were listening to him.

You respond after a few seconds, bobbing your head. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi swallows down the lump in his throat.

“It just wasn’t his time,” he whispered. “He wasn’t ready.”

“Yeah,” you whispered fast. Yoongi’s thumb found your cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen.

“And, you remember the last time we were there, they said we could try again whenever we were ready,” he said. The end of last month you had a check-up with your doctor, just to make sure things were back to normal, and that your body was holding up alright. Your second pregnancy was a surprise, much like the first, you and Yoongi haven’t seemed to learn your lesson. However, losing your son before you had even gotten the chance to hold him in your arms put a lot of things into perspective for the two of you.

There were routine check-ups, you were eating better- both of you! This second child was something that you and your husband both wanted, and though each of your emotions have been through the wringer… You would be willing to try again when you felt like you could handle it.

“I want to,” you whispered. Yoongi smiled, but you could see his own worries within it. “I know, I feel the same way.”

“Together,” he cuts off the nervousness quickly. “We’ll do it together.”

“Uh, we kinda have to,” you giggled, making him laugh.

“I can’t wait,” he sing-songed through clenched teeth with a grin, stealing a kiss from you. Yoongi backs away from you to check on your sleeping daughter who hasn’t made a peep. He was surprised she had let her eyes shut while she was beside the window, normally she’d be gazing out at the clouds passing by.

Picking your phone up off of your lap, you smile at the angel emoji and click post, letting the notifications flood in like wildfire. This was all brand new. You were allowed to make your Instagram public about a week ago, and since then you’ve reached four million followers, while you used to have forty-six. Silencing the notifications from the app, every photo you’ve ever posted amassed an incredible amount of likes. Your feed was a feast, and the public was hungry.

Four million followers and counting. The number was only going to get bigger.

Watching the photo gain twenty thousand likes whenever you refreshed the page, you nudged Yoongi’s shoulder to show him what was happening, and when he turned his head to look, an unknown number you’ve never seen before popped onto your screen, calling you.

“What the…” you mumbled, narrowing your eyes.

Yoongi snatched the phone from your hand and quickly snapped a photo of the screen with his own, then he silenced yours and went into it, blocking the number who tried to reach you. He called Branson over and showed him the photo, letting the head of security take his phone with him.

“Trace this, or, do something. Tell me who's number this is,” his voice is stern, on alert.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you said, laying your head down on his shoulder. “People get scam calls all the time.”

“Not us,” he said, tone flat.

Not even ten minutes passed before Branson came back, kneeling on the row of chairs in front of your family. He placed his elbows on the head rests and took a deep breath, darting his eyes back and forth from Yoongi to yours.

“Well?” Yoongi asked. Branson handed him his phone and frowned.

“Uh,” he stumbled over a few words, unsure of how to say what he needed to say. “We, um… The phone number belongs to your mother.” His voice is hushed, quiet, like he was afraid to tell you, when in actuality he was afraid to tell Yoongi. Touchy subject. Especially now.

There had been a restraining order set in place since the day after your daughter's first birthday. Yoongi held the meetings and took care of everything, all you had to do was sign.

Neither one of your parents were allowed to contact you, speak to you or your daughter, or try to see you in person. They were not allowed to mail anything to you, send anyone to see you in place of themselves, nor were they allowed to be in touch with anyone close to you. Sunny included. You had to make a list.

Expecting him to jump out of his seat, you stretch a hand over his lap and grab his other hand, the one on your daughter's back. Sitting up, you turn toward him ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of his expression. It had not faltered. He was stone faced, and you were sick to your stomach.

“Sue her,” he said. Turning to you, he sighed. “We’re changing your number again.”

“D, come on, it’s not like-”

“I don’t care,” he said, peering down to admire his daughter. “She clearly hasn’t gotten the message that you don’t want anything to do with her.” He pointed his focus back to Branson. “Fight it. Do what you can.”

“Got it,” the guard said, and whisked himself away.

It’s quiet for a moment before Yoongi said, “Why are you defending her?”

“I’m not defending her,” you said, and he raised a brow, giving you a funny look. “It’s just… Super annoying to give everyone a new phone number for the third time.” Both your lips turn up into a smile. “Sue the bitch, I don’t care, D.” Yoongi laughs. “Just don’t make me change my number again, I beg of you.”

“Alright,” he said. “No new number. BUT!” His raised volume made your daughter stir. “One more thing happens, you’re changing it.” The little one lifted her head, blinking a few times before she grinned at her father.

“Fine,” you whispered, not that he was paying attention anymore anyway. Your daughter took his full focus, and all of his kisses.

It seemed silly to just now realize that today was something of a confirmation of the last eight years. Living your life, being a secret to millions of others, while you and the people you cared most about knew, was nice, and secure, and peaceful. But, now… Now that everyone knew, the peace grew. It swallowed you whole, engulfing you and your family with stability and ease.

No more accidental reveals. No more false stories. No more rumors the company had to shut down. No more hiding.

You were absolutely free, and for now, that was everything.

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HAIKYUU BOYS & the things they do to you at some high-falutin social event

ft. post-timeskip asahi; atsumu; bokuto (and akaashi, sort of); daichi; oikawa; osamu; suga x reader (fem)

☽⋆˙⟡ ASAHI ⋈

there’s something about a tall, dark, handsome man rocking a bun and a goatee who manages to look sharp as hell in a suit and tie even though he didn’t try very hard. you’ve had your eyes on him all evening and you finally muster the courage to talk to him when he approaches the busy bar where you’ve been waiting to be noticed by the bartender to order a drink. probably bc of his size, the bartender nods to asahi in just a matter of a few seconds.

the 6’2” man points his thumb at you then back at the bartender and says, “uhhmm…i believe she was here first.”

with a charmed smile, you thank him for his chivalry and order your drink. then the tower of a man orders his own and tells the bartender both drinks are on him. an hour later, his slacks are around his ankles and you're straddling him, gliding on his long, thick cock in a dark and otherwise empty conference room. no one can hear your loud moans over the thumping bass of the music as your ass claps against his huge thighs and your pretty manicured nails dig into his hard, broad shoulders. he had protested weakly when you started sucking his monstrous cock after dragging him in there, but when you drip some of his whiskey onto your tits and say “drinks on me now, handsome”, he smirks and wastes no time at all licking and sucking the liquor from your flesh while his big hands guide you along his throbbing length until your clenching pussy creams all around him.

‎‎☽⋆˙⟡ ATSUMU ⋈

fingers you during the keynote speech while the satin, ivory tablecloth serves as cover. occasionally whispers in your ear, reminding you to be quiet lest someone figure out that he's knuckle-deep inside your sweet cunt. his palm, calloused from years of spiking mikasas, is grinding against your swollen clit as his deft fingertips tug deliciously at your g-spot. your thighs have his wrist in a death grip as your professionally manicured nails dig into his flexing forearm. tsumu listens carefully to your quickening breaths, accurately gauges the intensity of your tightening walls, timing his speed and pressure perfectly so that the loud applause of the dining hall drowns out your stifled moan when he makes you cum. a low groan rattles his ribcage when he feels your spend gush into his hand, biting his lip at the way his aching cock strains against the confines of his tailored pinstripe slacks. he watches as your long eyelashes flutter before pulling out and bringing his hand to his mouth to suck his fingers clean.

“yer cream tastes so sweet, babygirl," he says with half-lidded mahogany eyes and a devious grin. "if ya give me yer number, i'll do it with my tongue next time."

☽⋆˙⟡ BOKUTO ⋈

sneaks the two of you onto the rooftop pool and starts taking his clothes off.

you’ve never seen him naked before so you spin around, burying your flustered face in your hands. “bo! what are you doing?!?!” you ask with a gaspy giggle.

“going skinny dipping! c'mon! get in with me!” he says with an unassuming chuckle just before you hear a big splash.

minutes later you're buck naked in the pool with him, his big, long cock brushing against your bare butt as he tickles you. motherfucker is so big it’s like a goddamn buoy, floating and bouncing in the water even when he’s only got a semi. you’ve been attracted to the pro ace since high school, even ended up going to the same university as him. you had bumped into him at countless parties in college but still hadn’t managed to tap it yet. well now was your chance. his erection was unmistakable as he pulled your back to his chest in the pool and brushed his lips across the back of your neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses and kitten licks along your upper spine. you spread your legs to let his huge cock float between them and up to your slick pussy. you were grateful for the fact that your back was turned when the rooftop access door squealed open. bo didn't miss a single beat...just kept right on railing you from behind in the shallow end - pool water splashing every time his thick thighs clapped against yours.

“hey hey hey, akaashi! come on in, the water’s fine!”

☽⋆˙⟡ DAICHI ⋈

when you first arrive at the venue, he teases you in the car before pushing a little bullet vibrator into your pussy and makes you keep it in throughout the night. controls the speed and intensity with an app on his phone until he catches you playing with your clit under the table, trying to get yourself off. he yanks your hand from between your legs and quietly pulls you into the men's restroom just outside the dining hall. bends you over the marble countertop, flips your skirt up, and spanks your bare bottom with his big, strong daddy hand. takes your panties off your ankles, puts them in his pocket, then pulls his fat, angry cock out of his zipper and fucks you while making you watch in the mirror. both of you are so worked up, you cum before anyone catches you. a guy comes walking in as just as you're limping out while daichi zips his pants back up, his softening cock still twitching and dribbling a little cum to mix with your smeared cream inside the black fabric.

☽⋆˙⟡ OIKAWA ⋈

shameless slut wants to pull an usher and fuck you in a dark corner of the dance floor, but when you grab his wrists and protest with a giggle, he squeezes your ass with a shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

nipping at your earlobe, he says, "you know, i've got a very expensive limo waiting just outside. would be a shame to spend all that money and not get to fuck in it." he seductively enunciates 'fuck' and smirks when he feels you shudder.

"say less. take me there now," you demand as you grab his chub through his pants.

moments later, your knees are on the floor of the luxurious limo with the side of your face pressed against the back seat. oikawa spits on his cock before pushing it inside you one thick inch at a time until he's fully sheathed inside the wet heat of your cunt. your hard nipples drag along the cool, ebony leather while the olympic setter uses a fistful of your hair as leverage to fuck his veiny cock into your squelching pussy. you're whining and crying out nonstop as he pounds into you so fucking hard, his hips driving yours into the edge of the seat with every powerful thrust.

"fuck, tooru! *gasp* god, your cock is so fucking big!" you whimper as mascara-stained tears stream down your searing cheeks.

"shhh...don't cry, princess. you're gonna cum so hard on my fat dick. i promise it's gonna feel so fucking good."

☽⋆˙⟡ OSAMU ⋈

eats you out in a dark corner in the corridor leading to the back exit. has you pinned against the wall with his hands around your waist and one of your thighs draped over his shoulder. makes you cum in his mouth before he stands up, keeping you flush to the wall with one hand on your hip while the other fumbles urgently with his belt buckle. you can still taste yourself on his lips and tongue when you moan into each other’s mouths as he plunges his cock deep inside your messy cunt. your dress is bunched up around your waist while he bounces you up and down, his long graceful fingers dimpling the flesh of your bare ass as he guides your slippery pussy along the full length of his hard cock. he shudders when he releases inside you, a quiet whimper escaping the owner of onigiri miya as his hips buck erratically. puts such a huge load of his sperm into you that it leaks out and slides down the inside of your legs in thick, white globs when you hobble back towards the dark dance hall to rejoin your friends.

☽⋆˙⟡ SUGA ⋈

teases you in subtle ways - putting his hand on your lower back every chance he gets, reaching out and twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, (un)apologetically rubbing his lap against your butt when he walks by and shit like that. yeah, it’s all fun and games til you pull him into an unlocked storage closet and back him up against the wall. both of you are kissing and panting and groping at each other when you reach between your bodies to grip his hard cock through his tailored slacks that fit him just so. he moans into your mouth and puts his hand over yours, guiding your speed and pressure as you jerk him through his clothes for a minute. fuck, he’s so hard. finally, your patience runs out and you start unbuckling his belt as it clanks while he snickers with a smug grin on his pretty face.

“are you that thirsty for my dick, y/n? yeah?” he cards his slender fingers into your hair - careful not to mess it up too much - and presses down on your shoulder with more strength than is even required saying “pull my cock out…mmhmm good girl. See how wet you��ve made me? hm? what’s that? you wanna lick my precum? go ahead baby, you have my permission.”

you wrap your pink lips around his cock and moan at his flavor.

with a sharp inhale through his teeth, he says, “yeah, suck my cock just like that…”

minutes later, your middle finger is in his ass while his pretty balls spasm against your chin as he pumps all his cum down your throat.

“oh fuck god yes, y/n! choke on my dick,” he whines, legs trembling from the spasms of your throat around the sensitive head of his cock while he fills your gullet with his warm semen.

suga is a closet freak. literally.

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