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Soulmates

»pairing: Yoongi x reader

»genre: BTS | 13+ | Fluff

»wc/date: 4.5k | June 2023

» warnings: Just some fluff 

»Summary: Everyone had a soulmate and many find theirs much faster than others. Throughout her years being alive, Y/n is slowly beginning to lose hope in finding her soulmate. After becoming a successful artist and meeting a new client and a stranger at a cafe, things change very quickly. 

» notes: THIS ONE-SHOT WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED ON MY OLD ACCOUNT @loomdiamonds​ 

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Soulmates. The notion of being destined to be with someone, a connection meant to last a lifetime. It's a captivating concept that defies comprehension.

In this extraordinary world, every person bears a unique tattoo on their wrist. It consists of their soulmate's first and middle initials, followed by their last name. For instance, if Y/n's soulmate's name is Tong Sochun, her tattoo would read Tong S.

Discovering one's true soulmate occurs through physical contact, such as a high five. When this happens, the wrist tattoo vanishes, replaced by a new one encircling the ring finger, bearing the partner's full name. From that moment forward, they both embark on a blissful journey together.

Simple, right? Well, not quite.

Y/n's tattoo reads Min Y., a constant reminder since her earliest memories of yearning to meet him or her. However, as the years pass, hope gradually slips away.

Recently, she relocated to Seoul, seeking better prospects in this vibrant metropolis. Unfortunately, after spending considerable time here, it feels like an exercise in futility.

Today, she finds solace in a cozy cafe, engrossed in a new book, relishing her well-deserved day off. These are the moments she eagerly anticipates—a chance to escape reality, stepping out of her apartment and immersing herself in simple pleasures that help momentarily forget about soulmates and the complexities of daily life.

A deep sigh escapes Y/n as she briefly diverts her attention from the book, gazing outside at the enchanting view of Seoul. She offers a faint smile, hugging her coffee mug a little closer. For an instant, she glances down at her wrist, tracing the delicate script that has adorned it since infancy.

Despite her waning hope of finding her soulmate, Y/n yearns to experience the same happiness her parents share—a love so profound, nurtured from childhood, and fortified by a single hug in first grade.

It's every girl's dream—to witness her mom and dad, who never had to embark on wild adventures to find their destined partner.

Setting her cup down, Y/n sweeps her hair away from her face, observing as the first snowflakes begin their gentle descent from the sky. Her gaze drifts downward, lost in contemplation.

Out there, somewhere, Y/n's soulmate patiently awaits. Perhaps they ponder the same questions that haunt her. Uncertainty and countless inquiries swirl within them, chief among them being the fear of rejection.

Rejection is a cruel blow, one that cuts deeply. It ranks among the worst acts one can inflict on another, second only to criminal behavior. When you experience outright rejection, your tattoos vanish, and you become destined to never find love again. Even if you were to try, happiness would forever elude you. It's challenging to articulate fully but rest assured, it's a devastating fate to endure.

What if Y/n's soulmate has passed away, unbeknownst to her? The same fate awaits.

Love becomes an elusive concept, eternal happiness forever out of reach. If she never gets the chance to be with her soulmate, life becomes an unrelenting misery. It's an unfortunate reality, one that plagues the minds of all who ponder the enigma of soulmates.

This notion has even crossed Y/n's mind. At twenty-eight, while all her friends have found their soulmates, she has begun to wonder if her day will ever come. Perhaps her destined partner is no longer among the living. Yet, her wrist bears the undeniable mark—a reminder that they still exist, waiting to be discovered.

"What is a lovely lady like yourself doing all alone up here?" a male voice suddenly interrupts, causing Y/n to jump slightly.

She turns her head and finds a tall man with shaggy brown hair, his warm smile directed at her. Returning the smile, she shrugs her shoulders and raises her book. "Just reading, cherishing the simple things."

Nodding, he gestures toward the empty seat in front of her, silently seeking permission to join her. Y/n agrees, and as he settles across from her, her eyes are drawn to his hand. She notices a name etched around his ring finger, and a quiet sigh escapes her. 'Of course, someone as good-looking as him has already found his soulmate,' she muses inwardly.

"You'll find them one day," he remarks suddenly, causing Y/n's eyes to widen in surprise. 'Did I say it out loud?'

Chuckling, he holds up his hand, his gaze fixed on her bewildered expression. "You were staring, so I assumed you were questioning yourself." Y/n offers a faint smile as she turns her gaze back to the window, where the falling snow gradually blankets the ground.

"It's astonishing to think that somewhere out there, my soulmate awaits me," she muses, looking down at her tattoo with a tender smile. "I admit, meeting them is a truly magical experience." She takes a deep breath and glances at the man, finding him already gazing at her with a smile.

"Hopefully, that day comes soon," she confesses, her fingers gently tracing the tattoo. "This waiting game has become unbearable."

The man chuckles in response to her words, understanding etched on his face as he takes a sip of his coffee. Once again, they sit in silence, finding comfort in each other's presence until Y/n breaks the quietude.

"I apologize for my rudeness. I'm Chun Y/n," she introduces herself.

"Chun?" he says, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise. Y/n nods, offering a sweet smile. "Yes, I'm not originally from Seoul. I moved here from Namyang-dong."

He nods, his grin widening. "Well, my name is Hoseok, and I might just know your soulmate," he declares, standing up and leaving Y/n perplexed.

"Wait, what?"

"Chun is a rare last name, right? I don't think I've ever come across anyone with that surname," he explains, prompting Y/n to slowly nod. "Yes, it's more common in Japan, if I'm not mistaken."

Gently taking hold of her hand, Hoseok gazes down at her tattoo, humming in contemplation. "Well, a good friend of mine, who recently returned to back to Seoul, bears your last name and initial on his wrist. He hasn't met his soulmate yet. It's possible that the two of you are destined for each other."

"But I'm confused," Y/n interjects, withdrawing her hand. "Is that why you approached me? Do you do this with many women?"

Hoseok bursts into hearty laughter, a sound that oddly resembles a windshield wiper, shaking his head. "No, I mistook you for my fiancée by accident. You two have a striking resemblance, and when I noticed your mark, I thought I'd explore the possibility."

"Oh, I see..." Y/n says, leaning back in her seat. "So, what now? If I choose to entertain this possibility, how will I meet your friend?"

Hoseok smirks, reclining in his chair and taking another sip of his coffee. "Leave that to me Chun Y/n."

Sometimes, Y/n finds herself plagued by a persistent thought that whispers she may never cross paths with her soulmate. It's as if the universe has singled her out, marking her as one of the unlucky ones destined to live without that profound connection. This notion lingers, casting a shadow of doubt and loneliness over her heart.

Yet, despite occasional glimmers of hope ignited by her encounter at the café, Y/n has learned to temper her expectations. She has grown accustomed to guarding her heart, shielding herself from the potential pain of disappointment.

In this particular moment, Y/n is immersed in her art studio at work, fully absorbed in a new piece taking shape on her canvas.

Suddenly, a gentle knock at the door interrupts her concentration, drawing her attention towards the entrance. Her face lights up with a smile as she sees her boss, Kim Namjoon, stepping into the room, accompanied by an incredibly striking man.

Rising gracefully from her seat, Y/n warmly greets them both, and Namjoon turns towards his companion, ready to make the introductions.

"Y/n, this is Yoongi, my best friend and a producer," Namjoon announces, his voice tinged with pride. "Yoongi, meet Y/n, one of my incredibly talented artists. She's the one who painted that remarkable piece you showed interest in a few months ago."

A delicate blush colors Y/n's cheeks as she gazes at the man introduced as Yoongi. His presence commands attention, and the timbre of his deep voice momentarily catches her off guard. "Thank you," she responds graciously, her voice gentle and composed. "I truly appreciate your kind words, sir."

Yoongi, his eyes seemingly locked on Y/n, offers her a warm smile. "Please, call me Yoongi. I'm intrigued by the story behind that captivating painting," he says, his curiosity evident as he takes a leisurely stroll around her studio, Namjoon following closely behind. Together, they admire the artwork adorning the walls, until their attention is drawn to a copy of the painting that had caught their eye.

With a steadying breath, Y/n prepares to share the tale behind her creation. As she points to the two figures portrayed in the painting, she feels Yoongi's unwavering gaze upon her. She strives to maintain her professional composure, even as her heart flutters with anticipation. Her words flow with passion and depth, painting a vivid picture with her storytelling.

"Beautiful," Yoongi remarks, causing Y/n to momentarily lose herself in his gaze. A deeper shade of pink graces her cheeks, and Namjoon interjects, unwittingly shattering the enchantment.

"Speaking of soulmates, Yoongi here wanted to commission a piece for his own," Namjoon shares, unknowingly pricking at Y/n's delicate hopes. Swiftly, she masks any trace of disappointment and offers a genuine smile. "It would be my pleasure to create a piece for you, Yoongi."

"Hey, Y/n," Namjoon says with a warm smile. "I need to take a quick call. I'll be right back." Without waiting for a response, he exits the room, leaving Y/n alone in the studio.

Just as their connection seems to deepen, a stack of papers held precariously in Yoongi's hands begins to waver, threatening to tumble to the floor. In an instant, a gust of wind rushes through the studio from Namjoon leaving briefly, scattering the papers in all directions.

Reacting with swift reflexes, both Y/n and Yoongi instinctively reach out to catch the fleeing sheets, their hand's mere inches away from touching. Their eyes meet briefly, a fleeting spark of electric anticipation passing between them, hinting at the profound connection that almost transpired.

Yet, their near-touch is abruptly interrupted as Namjoon bursts into the studio, his voice filled with urgency. "Yoongi, we have to go. It's already 3, and we'll be late for our meeting with Jin." Namjoon swiftly exits the studio, with Yoongi following in his wake. However, before he leaves, Yoongi turns back to offer Y/n one final smile. "I look forward to working with you, Y/n."

Returning the smile, Y/n bows respectfully. "Likewise," she replies softly as Yoongi walks away, leaving her once again in the solitude of her studio. A sigh escapes her lips as she settles back into her seat, her gaze fixed upon the canvas before her. "Every time, Y/n," she whispers to herself, a tinge of frustration evident in her voice.

Shaking off her thoughts, Y/n firmly grasps her paintbrush, determined to pour her emotions onto the canvas once more. Stroke by stroke, she channels her hopes and dreams, infusing her art with passion, knowing that one day, amidst the uncertainty that lingers, her soulmate might just find her.

"I'm curious, what prompted your call today?" Y/n asked, taking a sip of her coffee. She heard Hoseok chuckle on the other end of the line as she finished tidying up her workstation and made her way toward the bedroom in her studio.

"Your soulmate, of course," Hoseok replied, causing Y/n to roll her eyes. It had been about three days since they had met at the café, and ever since, Hoseok had been eager to introduce his friend to Y/n to determine if they were potential soulmates.

Unfortunately, due to their busy schedules and Y/n's dedication to her artwork, they hadn't been able to meet yet. Despite Hoseok having a soulmate, Y/n couldn't shake Mr. Yoongi from her thoughts. She knew it was wrong since they could never be together, but she couldn't help but think about him.

"I don't know, Hoseok," Y/n said as she sat on the bed in the bedroom. Mr. Kim, the building owner, had kindly agreed to remodel her studio into an apartment-like space, complete with a sleeping area. Y/n was grateful for this arrangement since she practically lived in her studio more than her actual home.

"Why not, Y/n? He's available tonight, and so are you. It's perfect," Hoseok persisted, causing Y/n to roll her eyes and glance out the window at the weather. "I'm still at work, and even if I go, I probably won't have time to go home and freshen up. Besides, have you seen the weather outside?"

"You're impossible, Chun Y/n, you know that?" Hoseok teased, eliciting a laugh from Y/n. After some time on the phone and a bit of convincing, she eventually agreed to finally meet Hoseok's friend that night. Once she hung up, she lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating the upcoming meeting.

'Try not to get your hopes up, Y/n. There's a strong possibility it's just a coincidence,' she thought to herself. As she lay there, a knock on her studio door interrupted her thoughts. She got up and opened the door, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the man in front of her.

"Mr. Yoongi?"

"Hello, I just came to talk to you briefly about the painting. May I come in?" he asked politely. Y/n nodded, opening the door wider for him to enter. She took note of his well-fitted suit and noticed that his hair was now styled in waves instead of being pushed back.

Closing the door behind him, Mr. Yoongi stood in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets. "So, have you thought of any ideas for your painting for them?"

He paused for a moment, turning to look at Y/n. "Well, I'd love to hear your ideas. I've made a list of possibilities, but I'm not entirely sure."

"I'd love to help you in any way I can. Let's start by discussing how you would describe your soulmate," Y/n said, walking over to her desk to grab her notepad. She heard him sigh as he took a seat on a random chair, capturing Y/n's attention.

"I haven't met them just yet," he said quietly, his words drawing Y/n's full attention. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's alright, really," Mr. Yoongi replied, looking up at Y/n with a slight smile before leaning back in the chair. "After I saw your artwork—forgive me if this sounds creepy—but I couldn't help but look more and more at all of your pieces. Since starting my career as a producer, I feel like I've lost touch with people, and I stopped actively searching."

Y/n nodded, immediately understanding his sentiment as it resonated with her own feelings. As much as she wanted to meet her soulmate, with each passing day, her hope dwindled, fearing that perhaps they didn't want to be found.

"When I saw your artwork, it instantly made me feel alive again. It made me see the brighter side of things and gave me the courage to give the search another try after all these years," he continued, locking eyes with Y/n.

Unbeknownst to her, her heart began to beat faster. "Thanks to you, I found hope again. With this painting, I want to convey that even during my period of giving up, not a day went by that I didn't think about them. And who better to paint it than the person who restored my hope?"

Y/n smiled warmly, feeling honored by his words. She jotted down some notes in her notebook. "Well, just know that I am truly honored to undertake this for you. Your soulmate is already so fortunate to have you."

They engaged in a conversation, discussing various ideas for the painting until Mr. Yoongi's phone suddenly rang. He apologized and checked the caller ID. "I'm sorry, but I have to meet up with a friend right now."

"That's alright. Let's call it a night," Y/n said, setting her notebook aside as they both stood up. She walked him to the door, and as he was about to leave, his eyes caught sight of a flyer hanging nearby. "You're having a showcase?"

"Yes, it's the day after tomorrow. You're welcome to come if you'd like," Y/n replied, offering a polite smile. Nodding, Mr. Yoongi returned the smile before opening the door. "I'll definitely stop by. See you later. And thank you again for your assistance."

"Anytime, Mr. Yoongi," Y/n said, bidding him farewell.

"Wow, I had no idea you were such a talented artist!" Hoseok exclaimed, his eyes scanning the art gallery where Y/n's showcase was taking place. Y/n chuckled softly and nodded in response.

"Well, to be fair, we haven't known each other for that long," she replied graciously, expressing her gratitude to the attendees. Hoseok seized the opportunity to inquire about her recent date. Turning towards Y/n, he asked, "So, how did the date go? Are you guys soulmates?"

Y/n let out a deep sigh, shaking her head in disappointment. "They never showed up," she stated, her gaze focused on a piece of artwork in front of them.

Strangely, she wasn't as disheartened as one might expect. In fact, she had almost decided not to attend the date herself after her encounter with Mr. Yoongi. "I should probably strangle him," Hoseok muttered under his breath, expressing his frustration with his unreliable friend.

As Hoseok continued venting about his friend's unreliability, Y/n turned her head to the side and caught sight of someone entering the gallery.  A light smile formed on her lips for a brief moment before she quickly shook her head and redirected her attention back to Hoseok.

It's not him, Y/n. Remember, don't get your hopes up. His soulmate is out there, and it's unlikely to be you, she reminded herself silently, glancing down at her wrist.

Although Y/n had met Mr. Yoongi twice, she had never caught a glimpse of his wrist to determine their compatibility. In truth, she preferred not to know. She had been making an effort to stop thinking about him, but for some inexplicable reason, she couldn't shake him from her thoughts.

"He's right there. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," Hoseok grumbled, his frown directed at someone behind Y/n. Shaking her head at his impulsive behavior, Y/n decided to stroll around her exhibit, relishing in the pride she felt for how far she had come in her career.

Painting had always been her refuge, her way of escaping reality, and each canvas held its own unique journey and story. While she never shared those stories with the public, she delighted in hearing people's theories and interpretations of her artwork.

Lost in her own thoughts, Y/n found herself standing in front of her piece titled "Loveless Love." Several people had gathered around it, captivated by its beauty and engaged in discussions. This sight brought a wider smile to her face.

"It's a truly beautiful piece, as I've told you before," a familiar voice spoke, causing Y/n to jump slightly in surprise. She turned her head and saw Yoongi standing there, his gummy smile radiating warmth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's alright," Y/n replied, her gaze returning to the painting. She could feel Yoongi's eyes on her, causing a gentle blush to color her cheeks as she focused on the artwork before them. Despite the crowd surrounding them, it felt as though they were the only two people in the room.

"So beautiful," Yoongi whispered, capturing Y/n's attention once again. She met his gaze, and in his eyes, she saw a certain look.

Slowly, he reached up his hand, his fingers tenderly grazing her cheek before delicately tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/n's heart fluttered as she gazed up at Yoongi, the man she had come to love deeply. They sat together under the shade of a grand tree, sharing an intimate picnic. Her eyes met his, captivated by the gentle glimmer in his deep brown orbs, and a radiant smile graced her lips.

"Yoongi," she said, her voice filled with affection. "I can't help but wonder... how much do you love me?" As she spoke, Y/n noticed the beautiful ring adorning her left ring finger, engraved with Yoongi's full name.

Yoongi's eyes locked onto hers, and he tenderly clasped her hands. "Trying to extract my wedding vows, huh?" he playfully remarked. "Well, I'm afraid that's top-secret information. But I can promise you, my love for you is immeasurable." His words were accompanied by a light chuckle as he lightly tapped her shoulder.

Unable to contain her joy, Y/n giggled and lightly tapped his good shoulder in return. Leaning down, Yoongi planted a soft kiss on her head, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "Seriously, I want to know," Y/n insisted, a glimmer of curiosity shining in her gaze.

Her expression turned tender as she spoke, her voice filled with heartfelt sincerity. "My love for you knows no bounds. It will endure through rain and sunshine, treating you like a precious diamond and never letting you wander far from my side. Even when distance separates us, you'll always remain in my heart, every second of every day. My love for you will bloom until my very last breath, for with you, I have found purpose and a love I want to show you." Y/n's eyes sparkled as she held Yoongi's gaze, her love pouring forth.

Yoongi's gaze softened, brimming with warmth and adoration. "I remember the first time I saw you," he reminisced.

"From that moment, I knew you were my soulmate. Your presence in your studio captured my attention completely. Your eyes, your smile... they stole my heart the instant you spoke. I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. And to this day, I can't believe how perfectly we were meant to be. You are everything I've ever dreamed of in a soulmate, and now, you are mine. Please never doubt how much I appreciate everything you do for us. You mean the world to me, and I love you with all my heart."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with warmth and delight. "Stop," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of affection and amusement. "That was so cute, it might make me start crying." She covered her face with her hands, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of Yoongi's love.

Yoongi chuckled softly and gently removed her hands, his lips pressing against the back of them. "And if you do cry," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "I'll always be here to wipe away your tears."

Feeling her heart swell with love, Y/n sat up fully, being careful not to bump her head on a tree branch. Their eyes met once again, and the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little universe.

"I can't wait to marry you," Yoongi confessed, his hand tenderly caressing Y/n's cheek. Her smile grew wider, and she felt an overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Y/n leaned forward and kissed Yoongi with all the passion and love she held within her. The kiss started softly but soon deepened, as every inch of their bodies and souls melted into one another. Yoongi's hands cradled Y/n's face, ensuring the perfect connection, while she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Finally, they pulled apart, their lips still tingling, but their smiles radiant and content. Y/n rested her head on Yoongi's chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat.

Time seemed to stand still as Y/n gasped, returning to reality. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at Yoongi, astonishment etched on both their faces. Slowly, a slight pain emanated from her wrist and left ring finger, drawing their attention downward.

Unbeknownst to them, the entire room had turned their gaze towards the couple, their curiosity piqued. Y/n's wrist tattoo faded away, replaced by a name on her ring finger—Min Yoongi.

"Oh my god," Y/n whispered in awe, her eyes flickering up to meet Yoongi's matching expression.

He is my soulmate. He's who I've been waiting for, she thought, her heart overflowing with joy.

Countless questions swirled in her mind, but before she could voice them, Yoongi took action. In a moment of pure instinct, he pressed his lips against hers, leaving Y/n breathless and captivated once again. She gasped in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, their connection growing stronger with every passing second.

The room erupted into applause and cheers, but Y/n blushed profusely, hiding her face in Yoongi's chest. His laughter reverberated through his chest as he relished in her adorable reaction. "See, Y/n? I told you I knew your soulmate," Hoseok declared triumphantly, catching the attention of both Y/n and Yoongi.

"He's the one I was supposed to meet?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with astonishment. Hoseok nodded, and Y/n turned to Yoongi, finding the same disbelief mirrored in his eyes.

"Yes, Yoongi, she's the one you stood up last night," Hoseok explained, prompting Y/n to laugh wholeheartedly.

"In my defense, I didn't go because I got caught up in work after visiting you," Yoongi confessed, causing Y/n to smile and playfully shake her head. "It's alright. At least now we know who this painting is for."

Yoongi's eyes softened as he whispered, "Yes, my beautiful soulmate, Chun Y/n." Y/n's heart raced, and her smile widened further. Embracing the moment, Yoongi leaned in for a quick peck on her lips. "Guys, please get a room," Hoseok groaned, earning giggles from everyone witnessing the affectionate exchange.

"Can't I cherish my beautiful soulmate?" Yoongi playfully retorted, his eyes shining with adoration.

"Stop it," Y/n protested, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She looked down shyly, only to be gently guided by Yoongi to meet his gaze once more. "Don't be shy now, Y/n. This is how it will be forever. I promise you," he declared, his voice brimming with sincerity.

"Forever," Y/n whispered, her eyes sparkling with love and excitement. "I absolutely love the sound of that." Their love had found its place, and from that moment on, they embarked on an enchanting journey, hand in hand, destined for a future filled with eternal love and happiness.

[borahaerhy]

Since request are OPPENNN!! 🥺A Yoongi studio soft smut. Him being obsessed with your boobs. And makes you come by just finger fucking you??😩

Yes I love it

Devour You - myg

Genre: Fluffy asf, Smut, the slightest amount of angst

Warnings: Soft Yoongi, Praise kink, Multiple orgasms, Yoongi is definitely a boob guy, vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving) unprotected sex (bad), fluffy ass sex that's a lil rough,

Word count: 2.3K

Note: it's really fluffy bc Yoongi makes me SOFT, so I hope that's okay :)

“Oh,” Your voice was soft as you spoke, trying not to sound disappointed as Yoongi cancelled plans on you yet again. Your phone was held to your ear as your boyfriend sighed on the line.

“Baby, I know it sucks, but they really need me in the studio tonight. The deadline for the album is coming up and Namjoon is flooded-“

“It’s okay, Yoongs. I know how stressful this comeback has been on all of you. I’ll just see you when you get home,” The guys had been working non-stop for weeks, with the comeback not far away and everything really being rushed along, they needed all hands on deck. You didn’t blame Yoongi, of course, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck you barely get to see your boyfriend.

“You know I love you, right?” You could tell from his voice that he was smiling. Tired, and in dire need of some rest and an actual meal that didn’t come from a vending machine; but smiling.

Your face cracked into a small smile as you looked down, still not quite used to Yoongi being so outwardly affectionate. Sure, you’d been with him for almost 3 years, but he’d never been one to talk about his feelings, or act loving or affectionate, especially around other people.

Even around the guys, Yoongi wouldn’t tell you he loved you or kiss you goodbye. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, or that he wasn’t absolutely obsessed with the way your lips felt against his; he was just incredibly anxious. All the time.

He loved you, and everyone knew that. The guys knew all about you, and you’d spent a lot of time with all of them. But Yoongi still gets anxious to be too close to you around them. He shared every aspect of his life with the guys. He’s lived with them and worked with them for almost his entire adult life. They know everything about him, and he knows everything about them.

But you were his, and his alone.

The thing’s you did, how you showed affection to one another, the words you shared were private, and were thing’s he wanted to keep private.

They all knew he loved you; they just didn’t need to know how he loved you.

“Yeah, I know. I love you too,” You sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before he let out another sigh.

“I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you when I get home, love,”  You furrowed your brow, looking over into the kitchen at the food that you’d already began to prepare.

“Yoongs, really quick, do you think it would be okay if I dropped you off some food? I won’t stay for long, just to drop it off and leave, I just know you haven’t had any real food in a while and could probably do with some actual food,” You almost held your breath as you waited for his answer, desperately wanting him to accept so you could see him for longer than the two minutes you usually had a day from when he’d slip into your bed late at night, hours after you’d gone to bed, just to pull you so tightly into his body you had no hopes of staying awake long enough to have an actual conversation with him.

You know, even if this was only an additional two minutes, at least you’d both be conscious.

“Oh you really are heaven sent. You sure? You really don’t have to do all that for me, baby,” You shook your head, as if he could see you protesting before he could finish speaking.

“It’s nothing, I’ve already started cooking, and It’d make me feel better knowing you had a full meal. Should I make extra for the guys? When’s the last time they had real food?” He chuckled at your concerned tone, finding your worry adorable.

“If you have the time and ingredients already, don’t go out of your way, they’ll be fine without, but I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few hours with enough to feed a small village. So, Jungkook and 3 other lucky members.”

“Or the entire building minus Jungkook,” You both let out a small laugh, before he tells you he’ll let the guys know, and you both get to work on your own respective projects.

Three minutes after you hung up the phone you had a text from Taehyung praising you highly and asking for you to bring extra kimchi for late night snacks.

It took a lot less time then you had anticipated to get all of it made, and soon enough you were on the way to the studio.

Luckily, most of the guys were recording in one room, so you could drop most of it off with them before making your way back to Genius Studio, where Yoongi had left the door ajar specifically for you, knowing you would be showing up any minute now.

Yoongi was so entranced in his work that he hadn’t noticed you walk into the room. You closed the door behind you before you turned back around, walking to the opposite side of the room to put the bag of food down on the small coffee table. When you turned back to look at Yoongi, he was already looking at you, large smile on his face as he pulled his headphones off and placed them on his desk.

“Sorry, you looked like you were in the zone, I didn’t want to pull you away from anything,” He shook his head as he stood and walked toward you, making his way across the small studio where his arms absentmindedly slid around your waist, pulling you into him softly as his lips found your forehead.

“Don’t apologize, it’s always easier to work after I’ve spent some time with you,” His voice was soft and muffled as you felt his lips move against your forehead as he spoke, not really wanting to be any further away from you than he was right then. “How much did you manage to save me from the hoards?” You smiled lightly as you pulled away from him, gesturing to the very full tote bag you had packed especially for him, making sure he would get all his favorites.

“I managed to save you a bit, but I had to wrestle for it,” You joked, earning a low chuckle from Yoongi as he moved to look in the bag. “But I don’t want to keep you any longer, so I’m going to go ahead-“

“Nope,” You had only managed to take two steps back when Yoongi’s arms were back around you, pulling you back over to him even though he definitely needed to get back to work. “You just got here, you should stay and eat with me,” As Yoongi spoke, his eyes seemed to get lost as his hands also began to roam.

He just meant to look at your lips, painted deliciously with his favorite gloss. But with his body pressed so tightly against yours, your cleavage had been pushed up even further than it was before. One hand stayed wrapped around your waist, his grip continuing to tighten around you as his other hand moved down your side and over the curve of your hip.

Your breath hitched as you noticed where his gaze had landed, your low-cut top obviously working to your advantage as his hand slowly and softly moved over the curve of your ass, his eyes rolling back into his head as he leaned his forehead against yours before he moved closer to your ear.

“I mean, you should at least stay until I eat you,” As soon as the words left his lips, his mouth was on your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could find visible skin as he moved one of his hands up to your chest, kneading at your soft breast as he moved you back toward the sofa.

He laid you down gently, kissing you hungrily as he crawled on top of you, his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist as yours tangled in his soft hair. His hands were quickly pulling your shirt above your head, his hands cupping your breasts through your lacy black bra as his mouth came back down to your chest, nuzzling his face in between your tits.

Your bra was soon discarded and your nipple in his mouth as his hand ventured between your thighs, rubbing you through your jeans. “Fuck, I’ve missed these,” his voice was low as you helped him out of his shirt, revealing his toned arms and abs he always insisted on hiding behind baggy dark clothing.

“Mph – Yoongi!” A muffled moan escaped you as his hand slid into your panties without warning, his fingers splitting your lips apart, coating himself in your sticky fluids.

“Mm, good, baby, let me hear you,” One great thing about Yoongi’s studio you’ve taken advantage of on many occasions before – It’s damn near completely soundproof – and if there’s something Yoongi loves more than your tits, it’s the noises you make when he’s ramming in between them. His fingers rub soft circles into your clit as his other hand carefully pulls your jeans off, his lips leaving wet kisses and red marks from where he couldn’t stop himself from biting into your soft skin. “So wet for me already, hm? So good for me,”

Your knees are on either side of his chest as his forehead rests on your sternum, his free hand gently caressing your outer thigh as your hands scratched at his shoulders, soft moans falling from your lips. His middle finger moved down, collecting your slick before he pushed a nimble finger into you, pumping you slowly as his thumb rubbed against your sensitive nub.

“Fuck,” It came out as more a whimper than a moan as you brought one of your hands up to your mouth as the other grips onto him, feeling your climax already swiftly approaching, and he’d barely touched you.

“I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” He moved back up, his face above yours as his fingers kept up the same pace, his middle finger curling up into your g-spot at a toe curling angle as he brought his eyes to yours. He tried not to let his amused expression show as you let out another moan at how much one of his fingers was seemingly stretching you out. “So tight and needy, fuck baby, I don’t know if you’re even going to be able to take me,”

You moaned into his mouth, Yoongi unable to stop himself from kissing your messy lips any longer. He pushed another finger into your core, moving in and out of you roughly as his palm rubbed against your clit, lewd squelching sounds filling the room as he pinned one of your arms beside your head. A throaty groan left his lips as he rutted up against you, desperately needing friction in his jeans that were suddenly far too tight for him.

“M'gonna cu-fuck, Yoongi!” Your orgasm swept over you hard, leaving you lightheaded and spinning in the clouds for far longer than your normal orgasms would’ve. By the time your back down to earth, Yoongi’s head it between your legs, tongue giving your sensitive bundle of nerves swift skilled licks that almost immediately had you back in the clouds. “Shit, baby-“

“Taste so good, Y/n,” he moaned into your core, humming against you as he moved back against you. His jeans are around his ankles as one of his hands strokes himself, his other grips onto your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His tongue travels down, darting into your core as he nuzzles his nose into your clit.

The buildup to your second orgasm doesn’t take near as long, Yoongi not having let up the entire time he’s had you pinned to his couch. Your fingers pull roughly at his hair as your orgasm washes over you yet again, your thighs twitch around him, clenching around his head as he wrapped his arms around them, gripping them tightly before he moves back up your spent body.

His tip rubs against your folds, your cum dripping everywhere making it easy to slide up and down, taking turns teasing your entrance and your clit. “Fuck, baby,” Yoongi’s face is in your neck, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin. One of his hands massaged your breast as the other hooked itself under you knee. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he moved back up to your lips, hungrily devouring you as he stopped himself from slamming roughly into you.

“You’re fucking perfect, love,” Yoongi whispers softly as he slowly pushes into you, stretching you out perfectly. His other arm hooked under your other knee, giving him the perfect angle to fuck into you once you’d adjusted to his size. “Can’t fucking believe you’re mine,” he pulled out and thrust back in, starting slowly as his eyes refused to leave yours.

“I love you,” you moaned, one of your hands holding his cheek as his forehead rested on yours as he picked up his speed, making sure his tip hits your g-spot with every thrust.

“I love you, Y/n” he let his eyes roll into his head, moving faster and pulling your legs up higher. Your combined moans slowly began to fill the room, the couch was moving with the power of his thrusts.

He manages to pull one more sheet-gripping orgasm out of you before he finished inside you, his head completely void of anything that wasn’t you as he collapsed on top of you, rubbing up and down your body soothingly as you wrapped around him.

You were both practically asleep when Yoongi let out a loud deliberate groan, pushing his upper half off of you, looking down at you lovingly as he sweetly smooths your hair down. You smile softly at him and he returns the sentiment, leaning down and kissing you softly.

“You hungry?” He smiles. “It’s probably a little cold but I’d love for you to join me for dinner,” You chuckled lightly before nodding.

“I’d love to.”  

[hyungieyoongi]

Shooky

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Established relationship + FLUFFY FLUFF

Word Count: 700+

A/N: I am already missing Yoongi Boongi and he is not even gone yet, so I wrote this little drabble to make my heart warm 💜 

Yoongi shut the door quietly behind him, slipping off his shoes in the entryway of your shared home. He shushed Holly as the dog came bounding up to him in excitement, awoken by the noise of his owner coming home at such a late hour. Yoongi bent down, petting the dog affectionately, cooing at him to get him to be quiet.

With Holly now happily following after him, Yoongi made his way through the dimly lit house toward your bedroom, the door still nudged open from Holly coming to greet him. The small poodle snuggled back onto his dog bed in the corner of the room, quickly falling back asleep now that his two favorite people were back home.

Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed near your sleeping form, trying to decide whether to wake you now or save the surprise for tomorrow morning when you inevitably found him sleeping next to you. He watched you sleep for a moment, peacefully unaware of his presence. He mulled it over, considering letting you rest undisturbed, but he couldn't wait.

He rubbed your arm gently, whispering your name, trying to wake you.

“Y/N, sweetheart, wake up,” Yoongi whispered, waiting for your eyes to open.

You groaned quietly, upset at being disturbed from your deep sleep. You squinted up at Yoongi, momentarily confused before you could make out your boyfriend’s form in the dark room.

“Yoongi!” you nearly shouted, voice rough from sleep. You shoved the covers away from your body, immediately sitting up so you could wrap your arms around him; his arms tightened around you instantly.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Yoongi murmured, words slightly muffled as he spoke them against your hair.

You pulled back to look at him, eyes taking in every detail about his features that you had missed for the past month while he was away at training. His hair was short, of course, but you still hadn’t gotten used to it after seeing him with long, dark locks for so long. You cupped his cheeks between your hands, squeezing his bread cheeks together slightly, making him laugh—you missed that sound.

“I missed you so much, Yoongs,” you said. You blinked a few times to rid yourself of the tears that started to accumulate.

Yoongi grabbed your hands in his own, taking them away from his face so he could kiss the back of both of them.

“I missed you too, love,” he said, leaning forward to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to deepen it when he pulled away. You whined, making Yoongi chuckle at your impatience.

“Wait a second,” Yoongi said, reaching over to your side to grab the stuffed plush taking over his side of the bed. You felt your face heat up as he brought it in front of your face to show you. He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Should I be jealous that you’re sleeping with Shooky instead of me?” You grabbed the plush out of his hands in response, wrapping it in your arms protectively.

“That’s so not fair, Min! You leave me for a whole month and expect me to just not have anything to cuddle with while you’re gone? I don’t think so!” You responded, scoffing lightly at the thought of sleeping alone while your boyfriend was away.

“Oh, is Shooky better at cuddling than me?” Yoongi asked. You rolled your eyes at his antics, placing Shooky gently on the floor next to the bed for safe keeping.

“Of course not,” you conceded. “I would much prefer to be cuddling with you.”

“Just making sure you didn’t replace me,” Yoongi said, left side of his mouth quirked up in a teasing smirk.

“Shut up and come cuddle with me before I kick you out and bring Shooky back to bed,” you threatened, laying back down and pulling the covers up to your chin.

Yoongi stood up, kissing you on the forehead before making his way to his side of the bed.

“Shooky can stay on the ground tonight, alright?” Yoongi said as he got comfortable under the covers, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring your body closer to his. You smiled, the warm feeling of comfort washing over you; the kind that can only come from having the love of your life home with you.

“I’m sure Shooky won’t mind.”

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you’re just in time | myg

summary: While leaving your studio during a thunderstorm, you find a small dog that you just can't turn away. One problem: Yoongi seems to hate the idea.

pairing: matilda!yoongi x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | brother’s best friend au, established relationship, fluff, and smut word count: 8.2K warnings/notes: this can be read as a standalone, but it goes along after the events of matilda, they’re sickeningly in love, don’t listen to yoongi he has a soft spot for dogs, reader is such a cutie, yoongi being yoongi, handjob, sloppy toppy for yoongi, what can i say, yoongi always wants to fuck you, dirty talk, fingering, squirting, riding, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, yoongi and...his glasses (is this a kink? i think so), degradation kink (slut mentions), so much fluff and filth, ring the wedding bells, when are they walking down the aisle?, i think that’s it but if i missed anything pls let me know, hope you enjoy <3

drabble #1: you’re just in time ( ← previous )  

WHEN YOU LEFT YOUR studio that afternoon, frantically running through the rain, you were not expecting to hear a desperate whine coming from behind the building. You really weren’t expecting that whine to be coming from a stray dog, huddled by the garbage cans, shaking from the cold rain pelting its brown fur. And you really, really weren’t expecting to rescue said dog from the clutches of the thunderstorm, taking it home with you all the while wondering what Yoongi would think.

But how could you say no to those puppy eyes?

The little brown dog—possibly a type of poodle—had looked up at you with such desperation, such awe that you couldn’t turn it away. It’d even touched a paw to your knee when you’d kneeled down to run a hand through its matted fur. You weren’t sure how long it’d been on the streets, but you weren’t going to let that go on for another day.

And sure, you could take the little thing to a shelter . . . but you’d always had a soft spot for small creatures. Besides, finding it right outside your studio felt like a little more than a coincidence, and Yoongi had always said that everything happened for a reason . . . so . . .

Except when you returned to your still newly renovated house, carrying the dog in your arms, you were immediately met with your fiancé staring at you in shock, headset around his neck and hair wildly disheveled. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as his eyes flicked from your beaming face to the little dog shaking in your arms.

“What’s that?” he asked, squinting at you.

You shot him a hesitant, toothy grin. “A dog.”

“I see that.” He stood to his feet, abandoning the headset near his equipment. “What’s it doing in our house?”

You glanced down at the dog, kissing its head. “The little guy was cold . . .”

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. “So you brought it in here?” he asked, slight annoyance in his voice but nevertheless he grabbed a blanket from the couch and handed it to you.

Sheepishly, you took the blanket from him and wrapped the dog inside. You rubbed your hand up and down its shaking body, trying to warm the poor thing the best you could. Glancing back up, you caught Yoongi staring at you through tired eyes. You took a step forward, showing the dog’s sleepy face to him.

Yoongi sighed. “I know what you’re thinking,” he began, gently scratching the dog’s head. “But . . . we can’t keep ‘em. We’re both too busy.”

You pouted. “But look at this face.”

With his hands now on his hips, bottom lip tucked under his teeth in thought, he glanced from your face to the dog’s. You knew Yoongi had never been a fan of having a pet around. He’d always been too preoccupied, too busy to even take care of himself so a pet seemed a little out there for him. But as he looked at the tiny dog, you swore you saw his eyes soften.

“He’s cute,” he mused.

“Him?”

“That’s a boy dog.”

“How do you know?”

He sighed through his nose. “We can’t keep him,” he reiterated. “We wouldn’t have the time to take care of him. As it is, we only really see each other at night. Who would walk him?”

You shrugged, feeling adamant. “I’d make time.”

He raised a brow. “He can stay here until we find a place to take him. Hell, maybe Hari and Taehyung would be down for another dog. God knows Yeontan wouldn’t mind the company.”

“But he chose me,” you huffed, glancing down at the dog once again. His wide brown eyes stared back up at you, practically pouting. “I found him outside the studio. I’m, like, his mom now. And you'll love him. Mark my words. You will."

“His mo—what?” Yoongi remarked, sighing once again as he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He dropped his hand a second later and rested it on your shoulder, squeezing. “Baby, I love you and that pout is awfully cute on you, but it’s not enough to change my mind. We can’t keep him. You know that.”

With that, he kissed your cheek before he began to walk toward the kitchen. You glanced down at the dog, finding him already staring up at you. Knowingly, you nodded, then stalked off toward the kitchen, standing in the threshold.

“Well . . . what do we call him in the meantime?” you questioned, still pouting.

“Dog,” Yoongi hummed as he put the kettle on.

You rolled your eyes. “Dog?”

He nodded. “Dog.”

“You’re no fun,” you huffed before you took a step into the kitchen, approaching the fridge in order to find anything you could use to feed the little creature.

As you looked, you glanced down once again, finding the dog had ceased shaking and was now snuggled up against you, its eyes closed. A smile lifted onto your face as you kissed his head once again. “Don’t worry. I’ll convince him, little one,” you cooed into its fur.

“What was that?” Yoongi called from behind you.

You clicked your tongue. “Nothing, Scrooge.”

Yoongi laughed under his breath as a response. And you could just see him shaking his head at you, that damned gummy grin on his face.

In retaliation, you flipped him off.

He only laughed harder.

In the following weeks, amidst preparing for your wedding—meeting with planners and picking out certain venues and such . . . blah, blah, blah, the usual—Dog (you had got to pick a better name for the little guy) had become ever-present. You did, in fact, find out he was a he once you’d taken him to the animal hospital for a check-up and a few shots. Then, you’d taken to buying him as many toys and necessities as you could possibly find, knowing full well you were spoiling him.

And Yoongi watched it all, arms crossed over his chest with a bored expression on his face. That only ever amused you further.

The first week Dog became a part of your usual schedule, you oftentimes took him for as many walks as his little heart could take. You’d even dragged Yoongi along for a couple of them, and he didn’t complain (not more than once, at least).

It went beyond that, too. Dog had even taken to sitting on the couch with you during movie nights. He’d even ended up sleeping at the edge of your bed, sticking to your side over Yoongi’s at night.

You’d loved the little guy since the first time you saw him. You knew that. The weeks you’d spent taking care of him only confirmed this. And Yoongi only complained when you’d brag about just how much the dog adored you. You’d even taught him a few tricks, begging Yoongi to come to take a look at what you’d taught the little guy every so often.

You’re just in time, you’d say, tugging him in the door when he’d return home from hours at his studio. Dog can fetch!

Yatta, yatta, yatta, you’d end up showing your fiancé just how smart Dog was, and every time Yoongi would hum, but remind you that he couldn’t stay forever.

But you always caught the lingering look of adoration cross his face when Dog would whine at him, tilting his head to the side as he put on a show for him.

That was why you kept going. Because, well, one: Dog was yours, end of discussion. There had been a reason you found him outside your studio and you were determined to make it work. And two: Yoongi secretly liked the little guy; he was just too proud to admit it.

So you’d keep trying.

And Yoongi would let you, because he wanted you to.

Deep down, you both knew that.

Nights with Yoongi were always pleasant. The two of you would be knackered from your days, finding relaxation in each other, staying up, and talking about your upcoming wedding. Oftentimes, Yoongi would come home to you showering, knock, then ask if he could join, and you'd end up showering together, losing yourselves in each other’s touch.

Most of the time, the innocent touches would turn into Yoongi pressing his lips against your neck, which would lead to you brushing your ass against him only to find he was already half-hard. The rest would be carnal and sloppy, either with him pushing you up against the wall and fucking you from the back or hooking your legs around his hips and pleasuring you while whispering how much he loved you against your puffy lips.

However, that night, you’d finished before he’d gotten home, dressing yourself in one of your favorite band tees of his paired with an old pair of underwear before you slid into your bed and began scrolling through your phone. No matter what, though, you’d always wait for him to return home and vice versa. The two of you wouldn’t fall asleep unless the other was laying beside.

Dog had kept you company, though. He’d stayed loyal and laid at the edge of your bed, tail wagging as he softly snored.

(You knew Yoongi liked the little guy. He was just too proud to say anything.)

And just when you felt your eyes begin to droop from exhaustion, you felt someone kiss your forehead, making you stir as your eyes opened to find Yoongi looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You smiled back, stretching slightly.

“Hi, baby,” you hummed, reaching for his hand as you brought it to your lips and kissed his palm.

He cupped your face, thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek. “You should’ve gone to sleep,” he said in a hushed tone.

You shook your head, smile still on your face. “Not without you.”

He gave a soft laugh. “Stubborn woman.”

“And?”

“And I love you.”

“Even if I’m stubborn?”

“Especially because you’re stubborn,” he corrected before he shifted onto the bed, sliding under the covers.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows. “No shower?”

“Already did.”

Scrunching your brows, you blinked and looked over his attire only to find he was, in fact, washed, his dark hair still slightly damp from the water. He wore an old oversized tee most likely paired with boxers but you couldn’t tell due to the bed sheets covering his lower half. Prescription glasses rested on his face as he clutched a book in his hand, and you found your once sleep-ridden mind slowly awakening the more you took in his appearance.

Yoongi always had been unfairly handsome. Especially right now as he mumbled something about staying up for a little longer just to read a few chapters. Only, you hadn’t really heard what he was saying, too busy focusing on how he tucked an arm behind his head while he opened the book and began to read from where he left off last.

You found yourself not being able to look away, peeking at him every so often when you’d glance away from your phone. There wasn’t anything interesting on there anyway. The only thing that seemed interesting to you right now was Yoongi, himself.

Maybe it was something about his glasses. Or maybe it was the way his arm looked tucked behind his head. Sure, he had never been the muscular type, but he’d recently been going along with Jungkook to the gym and you could definitely tell.

Either way, it didn’t matter, heat had already begun to pool in your lower stomach as you took him in. He stayed completely oblivious, smiling slightly at something he’d read every so often. And you found it almost ridiculous how just his smile had a way of turning you on.

“Listen to this—“ he began, snapping you out of your daze and slightly startling you as you jumped in your spot— “'The premise of the Taker story is 'the world belongs to man’. The premise of the Leaver story is 'man belongs to the world'.'” He shook his head. “Fascinating.”

You blinked, utterly confused.

He turned to you, adjusting his glasses on his face as he took in your expression. Then, he seemed to catch onto the fact that you honestly had no idea what he was talking about, and his eyes widened slightly as a sheepish smile lifted onto his face.

“You’ll have to read this,” he mused, still sheepish. “I think you’ll like it. Honestly .”

The corners of your lips lifted. “Will I?”

“I wouldn’t—“

Before Yoongi could finish his sentence, Dog whined, raising to his feet as he yapped only once at the two of you as if to tell you to keep quiet. He continued his small tantrum, jumping off the bed and trotting toward the new bed you’d bought him over the weekend.

You couldn’t help but smile. The love you had for that little dog was indescribable.

And . . .

. . . He really had been taking after Yoongi more—being grumpy when woken up but energetic at the most random times. You’d teased your fiancé about it numerous amounts of times, claiming that just meant the dog had to stay with the two of you indefinitely.

However, before you could shoot that same remark Yoongi’s way, he beat you to it. “See, even the dog agrees with me.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I’ll take your word for it.”

He tsked and flicked your nose. “Always with the remarks.”

“Read your book, Yoon.”

“So rude,” he scoffed, but the smile on his face remained as he went back to reading the book in his hand.

Growing annoyed and wanting his attention, you poked his cheek. “Yoon—“

But Yoongi cut you off by pressing a finger to his lips, not even taking his eyes off the page he was on. “Not another word,” he hummed, practically taunting you. “You heard Dog. Don’t bother Yoongi when he’s reading, he said.”

You raised a brow. “Oh, is that what he said?”

Yoongi only hummed, still reading.

An idea hit you then.

Stifling your grin, you discarded your phone somewhere on the bed before you scooted closer to him. In an instant, you’d peeled back the covers and situated yourself between his legs, hands on either of his thighs.

Yoongi stilled beneath you. “What are you doing?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he trained his eyes on the book, but you caught onto the slight breathiness of his tone.

“You said to keep quiet,” you simply hummed as you lowered yourself, simultaneously raising his shirt, until your lips were grazing his clenched abdomen. “I promise not to interrupt your reading.” You pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the skin just above his belly button. “So don’t mind me.” Another kiss, but lower, just below his belly button.

Yoongi stayed silent but squeezed his thighs against you, caging you in—a clear sign he wanted you to keep going.

Still, as you pressed another kiss against his skin, now reaching his pelvic region, you asked, “This OK, baby?”

“Yes,” Yoongi grunted out, and you caught sight of his fingers flexing against the spine of the book.

Grinning, you licked a wet strip along his pelvic region, just barely above the waistband of his boxers. As you pressed another open-mouthed kiss to his hip bone, you brought your hand down to cup his cock, finding him already half-hard. Instantly, you heard him inhale sharply, which only encouraged you more as you began to palm him through his boxers.

As you worked your hand against him, you felt his length quickly harden the more you palmed him. When you brushed against the tip of his cock, he twitched under your touch, causing the warmth in your lower stomach to spread. A pleasant ache pulsed in your core as the warmth spread until you were squeezing your legs together in an attempt to relieve yourself.

But it only grew.

And you found it hard to keep teasing him. But only when you felt him twitch once more, catching sight of his fingers digging into the spine of his book, did you finally grow tired of the simple touches.

Hooking your fingers around the hem of his boxers, you tugged them down, and hastily grabbed his hardened cock. He released a low groan, jerking against you.

“What was that?” you managed to tease, but your eyes were entirely trained on the slightly reddened tip of his length.

“Nothing,” Yoongi rasped, and you swiped your thumb over the slit of his cock, spreading the bead of precum there, only making him groan once again. When he spoke again, his voice was deeper, lower. “This book is just really insightful.”

“Really?” you hummed. “How so?” You glanced up, finding the image before you to be more than amusing.

Yoongi had both his hands on the book now, clutching onto it for dear life as you slowly guided your hand up and down his cock. You didn’t apply as much pressure as you normally did, until you stopped, gathering enough spit in your mouth before you let it drip onto the head. Using your hand, you spread it down his length, and he nearly whimpered.

“Fuck, yeah, make it messy,” he breathed out, hoarsely.

“Oh? Is that part of the book?” you mused, teasing him further as you let another string of spit wet his cock, spreading it with your hand until the glide was slick enough to pick up your pace.

Yoongi only swallowed hard, the action so loud you were able to hear it. It only amused you more as you watched him tear his glasses off his face and sling an arm over his eyes while you stroked him. Your glides were long and firm, going from base to tip, watching as he slowly came undone before your very eyes. When his breathing became uneasy, you focused on the head of his length, jerking your hand quickly, thumb firmly stroking against just the right spot.

And just when you were sure he was about to come undone under your touch, you slid your hand off, immediately replacing the pressure with your mouth. You swallowed him down, humming as you hollowed your cheeks, flattened your tongue, and bobbed your head, mouth sliding up and down his length.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi gritted out, practically whining as he lifted his hips up to meet your mouth. “You’re so fucking good to me. So fucking—“ His words died on his tongue as he threw his head back, rolling his hips while his cock throbbed in your mouth. He was so close and you were determined to make him unravel.

You gave a hum of approval, the vibrations causing him to emit a soft groan. But the groan barely left his lips before you sunk down as far as you could, the tip of him hitting the back of your throat briefly. And you didn’t stop there. You continued to take him deep, breathing through your nose as you tried not to gag while the head of his cock hit the back of your throat again and again, until he was nearly gasping for breath below you.

Chasing the feeling of your touch unraveling him, you reached your hand out to massage his balls, coaxing a low moan from the back of his throat. That was when he lost it.

“Oh, fuck the book,” Yoongi nearly shouted as he tossed the book, not caring where it landed before he reached for you, pulling you off his cock with a loud popping noise. “C’mere.”

With his hand still in your hair, he pushed himself up and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him before his lips were on yours. The kiss was carnal—biting and sucking at your lips as you moaned into his mouth, quickly melting into him.

You climbed over his lap, sitting down with his cock resting against your stomach. “I thought you wanted to read your book,” you breathed against his mouth.

“I don’t give a fuck about the book,” he huffed, one of his hands now at the back of your head, keeping you secure. “I need to fuck you. Got that? I need to be inside you. Need to feel you. Need you. Fucking need you. Just you.”

The ache between your legs was unbearable now. “Wanna ride you, Yoon,” you practically mewled, pushing his chest.

Following your command, he laid back down, grip still tight on you. “Fucking hell,” he cursed under his breath. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”

“I could say the same.”

A soft smile lifted onto his face and then his hands were reaching for the hem of your tee, tearing it off your body in an instant, revealing your bare breasts to him. He gripped your arm, tugging you down as he lifted his head, quickly leaving open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

He softly hummed against your skin as he kissed your nipple just moments before taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and sucking. His other hand worked down your body, wasting no time as he harshly tugged at the material of your underwear, pulling it down your legs with your help. His shirt followed shortly after, leaving you both bare.

Your clothes were discarded in a pile on the floor, but you didn’t care; your focus was on his mouth as you lost yourself in his touch, inhaling sharply when he lightly bit down on your nipple before lapping at it to soothe the ache.

All the while, you hadn’t even noticed his other hand slipping between your legs until you felt two of his fingers plunge into your core, pumping at a steady pace. Soft moans sounded from the back of your throat and you faltered, arching into him and meeting his fingers as you rubbed your clit against the palm of his hand.

“How are you this wet?” he marveled, sucking bruises into your skin.

“Your glasses,” you rushed out without thinking, too busy losing yourself in him as you rutted against his hand.

He grazed your nipple with his teeth, laughing under his breath. “My glasses?”

“Shut up.”

“No, no, this is just news,” he mused. “I’ll wear them more often.”

“I—“

But your words died on your tongue as he curled his fingers in a come hither motion, working against your g-spot at a relentless pace. And just when you thought you couldn’t feel any more pleasure, he placed his other hand on your lower stomach, pressing down to create just enough pressure that you were sure you could feel his every move against your tight, plush walls.

That only spurred you on more as your hands clamped down on his shoulders, fingernails digging into the skin in an attempt to stabilize yourself. But it was no use. Your limbs felt like liquid, your eyes squeezed shut as your mouth hung open, soft moans sounding from the back of your throat. You were sure drool had even begun to trail down your chin, but the warm pleasure twisting in your lower stomach was too intense for you to care.

One more roll of your hips, his palm rubbing against your clit in just the right way, and you knew you were close. You inhaled sharply at the tightening in your lower stomach. “Yoongi,” you practically cried out. “I’m close.”

He hummed as his mouth hollowed around your nipple before he released the abused bud with a pop. “Cum, baby,” he whispered before firmly flicking his tongue over your nipple again and again while his pumps became more intense.

Losing yourself in the feeling, you chased the coil, shamelessly rutting against his hand to bring yourself closer. And then you felt the coil tighten more and more, causing you to cry out as your fingernails dug into his flesh. You felt him press down harder on your lower stomach, and then you lost it—the coil snapped, your release sprinkling out of you and down his hand.

He continued to help you ride out your high, allowing you to slump against him while the ringing in your ears fizzled out and you came back to reality. His fingers slid out of you, causing you to hiss at the feeling while he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your skin, trailing down your stomach, across your tits, all the way up your neck.

“You’re always so good for me,” he hummed against your skin. “Still can’t believe you’re turned on by my glasses, though. Weird ass.”

You groaned, lightly biting his shoulder.

“And a biter.”

“You’re the one with an oral fixation,” you huffed before you kissed where you’d bitten him. “What would Freud say?”

“I think he’d encourage me to fuck my fiancée properly,” he mused, grinning up at you through lidded eyes.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, brushing the dark waves out of his sweat-glistening face. “Mmm, not sure about that one, bud,” you hummed as you dipped down to connect your lips.

“Bud?”

“Mhm.”

“Friends don’t fuck.”

“Well . . . “

His hands lazily brushed up and down your bare skin, squeezing your hips. “Fuck Freud. You know what I think?”

“Hmm?”

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I think you should ride me like the dirty slut I know you can be.”

You couldn’t stop yourself, a soft whine tumbled from your tongue at the name. (Not to mention the warmth already beginning to pool in your lower stomach once again.)

“You like that?” he mused, grinning against your ear.

You nodded.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, you dick.”

“Oh-ho, so you have your own names, do you?”

Rolling your eyes, you grew impatient. “Yoongi,” you muttered with a click of your tongue.

“Hmm?”

You dipped your face to his neck, kissing his sweet spot that you’d grown accustomed to. “Wanna feel you,” you hummed against his skin. “Want you inside me.”

With a strained groan, he shifted below you, grabbing the base of his cock. You had all of two seconds to process the motion as he slapped the head of his length against your clit, making you shiver at the contact.

“C’mere,” he muttered, tapping your thigh.

You followed his lead, shifting above him so the head of his cock was lined up with your entrance. With anticipation and lust consuming you, you sunk down, his length parting your walls as you took him inch by inch. You inhaled sharply at the feeling, glancing down at him to see his eyes were trained on your face, watching you with adoration.

You felt the corners of your lips twitch into a smile at the look he’d given you, maintaining eye contact with him as you sunk down, taking him to the hilt. You were sure you’d never get used to this—the feeling of him thick inside of you, filling you to the brim. The pleasurable ache would always be something you’d found yourself marveling at, being surprised every time you realized his cock fit perfectly inside of you. From the look on his face, you knew he felt the same.

That exact discovery gave you the confidence you’d been searching for. You shifted on top of him, growing accustomed to the feel of him again as you straightened your back, hands on his chest just above where his heart lay inside. Then, you began to move, lifting up on your feet to give you enough leverage to lower yourself up and down the length of his cock.

“Yeah, like that,” he groaned, slack-jawed as he tilted his head back into the pillows. “So fucking good.”

His hands were on your thighs now, squeezing and pinching as you rolled into him, riding him. While your movements were slow, you’d made sure to make them long and hard, clenching your walls around his length every so often. Perhaps you got off on getting him off, and you knew this to be true, especially while you gazed down at him, taking in his pinched brows and lidded eyes. He just looked so handsome, and you found yourself becoming hypnotized by him.

Tucking your bottom lip under the grasp of your teeth, you decided to give him—and yourself—a little more. You trailed one of your hands down his abdomen, making sure he followed your movements with his eyes as you touched a finger to your clit. A soft moan came from his lips, not yours as you pressed down, beginning to rub small, firm circles against the abused nub while you slid up and down his length.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

You nodded, picking up your pace as you brushed against just the right spot. Tilting your head back, you relished in the feeling, losing yourself in it. And as you lost yourself, your movements quickened, and you rutted against him, riding him faster. The feeling of his cock plunging into you at a faster rate mixed with his quickening breaths only carried out your pleasure, and you began to chase it.

Beneath you, you felt Yoongi try to meet your thrusts, but you put a hand on his chest, halting him. You wanted to make him feel good.

“Sit still, Yoon,” you ordered, sinking down on him at a faster rate while your fingers worked hard against your clit. “Let me ride you. All you gotta do is sit there and look pretty.”

A strangled laugh was choked out of Yoongi. “Look pretty, you—”

You clenched around his cock, taking him deeper, and in doing so, cutting him off as he threw his head back against the pillows, eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat. Hell, you were sure he even whimpered below you, and you thrived off it.

“Gonna show me what a slut you are?” he suddenly gasped out, and you couldn’t help but clench around him again. “You my little slut, angel? Huh?”

You nodded, your movements becoming relentless as you desperately tried to bring you and him to the edge. Yours was close, still feeling the effects from earlier, and you could tell his was too just by the sound of his voice.

“Words,” he grunted out.

“Yes,” you rasped. “I’m your slut, Yoongi. Just yours.”

“Mmm, fuck. ”

And just the sound of his voice, edged you closer. You lost yourself completely in the feeling, picking up your pace against your clit as you rutted against him, feeling the coil tighten and tighten. In the heat of it, you pressed your other hand against your lower stomach, mimicking his actions from earlier, only this time you could’ve sworn you could feel his cock hitting your sweet spot again and again, the sensation being just enough to tip you over the edge.

The coil snapped, your release consuming you as you lazily attempted to sink down on his cock to bring him over the edge despite the aches in your legs. But Yoongi helped you out, taking control as his hands gripped your ass, holding you in place while he thrust up into you at a ruthless pace.

The sound of skin slapping on skin never sounded so sweet as evidence of your wet arousal echoed in the air, mixing with his groans. You were shuttering and pulsing around him, squeezing his cock tighter and tighter, until you felt him twitch inside of you followed by low whimpers of his own as he painted your walls white.

He continued to pump into you at a lazy pace now, his breathing slowly returning while you slumped against him, pressing open-mouth kisses on his chest. Once your highs were carried out, he pulled out of you, his cum slipping down your thighs as you whined at the emptiness which filled you. To counter this, his grip on you loosened, his arms wrapping around your waist, and pulling you into him, holding you against his chest as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

A pleasant hum left your lips as you nestled closer to him, the warmth of his body being too delicious not to bask in. And as the two of you laid there, recovering, he whispered into your hair, “Are you OK? That wasn’t too much? The names and shit?”

You smiled at his concern. “I liked it, Yoon,” you hummed, lazily drawing shapes against his chest. “I’m OK, baby, I promise. Are you?”

He kissed your hair. “More than.”

A soft laugh tumbled from your lips, finding yourself amused by his antics. But your amusement didn’t last long as you realized you’d have to tear yourself from his arms; from your bed in order to clean yourself up in the bathroom. You groaned at this, but nevertheless, attempted to tear yourself from his arms, but you never got far enough.

“Where you goin’?” Yoongi huffed, tightening his arms around you as he squeezed your sides.

“Bathroom,” you mumbled, laughing under your breath. “Don’t wanna end up with an infection. Plus, your cum’s literally dripping down my legs.”

Yoongi snorted. “But I like it that way. Messy and shit.” A hint of a grin tilted onto his lips. “Your pussy looks pretty all messy like that.”

“You disgust me.”

“Yeah, right, I know you like it, too.”

And shamelessly? You did.

But still . . . you couldn’t fall asleep like that. So reluctantly, you tore yourself from his arms, muttering how he should do the same, which he begrudgingly agreed to, following you to the bathroom. And with a few protests and groans, you and Yoongi returned back to bed in a few minutes, freshened up with your clothes back on, and now knackered with exhaustion. You, personally, practically ran to the bed, slipping under the covers in no time with a shiver. But Yoongi . . . well . . .

“Did he watch the whole thing?” Yoongi asked, entirely stunned as he stood frozen in the threshold of the bedroom door.

Pinching your brows together, you followed his gaze, finding that Dog was still sleeping in his bed in the corner of the room. It appeared the two of you had gotten so wrapped up in each other you’d forgotten you weren’t the only ones in the room. That . . . well . . . that made you burst out into a fit of laughter, especially when you caught sight of the appalled look on Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi shook his head, eyes still on your dog as he approached the bed. “You brought in a Peeping Tom,” he mused as he climbed under the covers, his cold feet now touching yours.

“Takes after his dad.”

A glare was sent your way. “Ha,” was all he said. "Not my spawn."

You only snorted, smacking his chest. “Goodnight, Yoon,” you hummed as you nestled into the bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. But . . . you could still feel Yoongi staring at you, and you definitely felt his cold feet twitch against yours. “I can feel you staring. What is it, buddy?” Your eyes fluttered open, confirming these thoughts.

Yoongi shook his head, but a small smile remained on his face. “Nothing, you’re just beautiful,” he mused as he sent you a wink before he rolled over on his side, nestling into his pillow.

This, you found to be utterly amusing. You see, Yoongi did this thing where he would stare at you until you figured out what he wanted from you. More often than not this was his way of asking for you to touch him—hold his hand, kiss his forehead, or wrap yourself up against him while the two of you slept. He never outright asked for these things, too hesitant to voice his wants for mundane things like these. But you’d always known how to read him, and you knew what he was asking for in that moment.

With a soft smile touching your lips, you pleasantly sighed and scooted closer to him, wrapping your arm around his waist as you swung a leg over his hip and locked him in, securing his back against your chest. He sighed at your touch, his muscles relaxing as soon as he felt you nestle against him. This, you found to be endearing.

Closing your eyes, you buried your face into his back, breathing in his sweet scent of jasmine and a hint of wood. It’d always managed to calm you, as it did now, finding yourself relaxing against him. You smiled, kissing his back as you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, “Is this what you wanted?”

Yoongi laughed under his breath, the vibrations circling through you. “Mmm, maybe,” he hummed as he rested his arm over the one you’d wrapped around his waist. His fingers were locking with yours a second later, trying to hold as much of you as he could while his thumb grazed over the engagement ring around your ring finger.

Pleased, you rested your cheek against his back, finally allowing yourself to relax completely. But your peace didn’t last long as you felt a certain weight dip the bed, indicating that Dog had jumped up onto the bed and was now making his way toward the two of you. You peered over at the little guy, smiling as you saw the brown tuft of fur try to wedge himself between the two of you.

And when Yoongi refused to budge, you swore the furry animal nearly huffed at the man, instead trotting further up the bed until he reached the pillows. There, he found his resting place, curling up against your heads, making sure to nestle up against both of you.

“Baby, your dog is cramping my style,” Yoongi muttered, but you didn’t miss how he’d reached up to pat the dog briefly before his hand found yours again.

Now . . . Yoongi didn’t want to admit it, but he’d grown fond of the little guy. There was no way you’d be giving him away now. Dog (you’d have to come up with a better name for him, you noted, once again) was a part of your little family, and smack dab in the middle he would stay.

“Jealousy makes you age,” you hummed in response.

Yoongi tsked. “I’m not jealous of a dog.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m not.”

“Goodnight, Yoongi.”

Yoongi hummed a response back, squeezing your hand.

You smiled, softly. “Goodnight, Dog.”

And you could’ve sworn the dog whined a response back, similar to Yoongi’s. Perhaps the two of them were even more alike than you thought. You nearly laughed at the thought.

The next time you saw Yoongi visibly roll his eyes at Dog, it was a Tuesday. You and Yoongi were sitting on the couch, wrapped up in each other while the two of you watched Matilda for what felt like the billionth time. And yet, neither of you grew tired of the silly little movie. You supposed that was just its charm.

Then, halfway through, you watched Dog trot down the stairs, ears perked up as he rounded his way toward the two of you. And now, this was where it got interesting. You see, normally he’d opt to hop up on your lap, curling into you. That was what the two of you expected the little guy to do, and that was exactly why Yoongi rolled his eyes.

He also didn’t let it pass without mumbling a small, “He’s tryna’ steal my girl, I swear.”

But Dog didn’t do as he normally would.

No, instead, Dog tilted his head to the side, seemingly glancing between you and Yoongi, and then he’d made his choice. One second he was whining at the two of you, then the next he’d hopped up on the couch, stepping over your thighs until he reached Yoongi. And there, he laid down, nestling into Yoongi’s side, a paw drawn over his thigh.

The two of you just stared. Yoongi stared a little longer, and a little more in shock. All the while, Dog seemed to glance up at the two of you, wonderment on his face.

Yoongi blinked at him.

Dog seemed to blink back.

And you lost it.

Slapping a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, you couldn’t help but find this all too amusing. All the while, Yoongi just stared in astonishment, blinking a few times before he glanced over to meet your bemused gaze. At the sight of your face, he quickly stiffened, straightening his back while he cleared his throat, and muttered something about how he’d only let Dog sit there for ten more minutes, and then you just had to take him. You’d agreed, mirth still fueling you.

Except when ten minutes had passed . . . Yoongi didn’t move. Neither did Dog.

Ten more minutes and Yoongi had begun to relax into his seat, resting an arm on his thigh, not quite touching Dog but also not shooing him away. You had to stifle a grin, knowing Yoongi all too well.

Another ten minutes, and out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Yoongi had begun to absentmindedly pat Dog, gently scratching his head and combing through his light brown curls. That time you did smile.

About another ten minutes had passed before you caught sight of Yoongi glancing down at Dog, a soft smile on his face while he poked the dog’s wet nose. Your smile only grew.

Dog had won over Min Yoongi.

To say Dog had won over Min Yoongi would’ve been an understatement. You knew this now. Because, you see, the thing was: your fiancé had begun to act a little differently toward the small animal ever since that day on the couch.

The week after, you caught him coming home with a bag from the pet store. Only then did you discover that he’d gone and bought Dog not one, but three outfits, something that looked like a bib, a new collar, and another leash, as well as a few toys.

You’d only raised a brow at him, to which Yoongi tried to come up with an excuse. It was to make Dog's stay with the two of you more enjoyable, he claimed. (And not because he actually liked having a little dog around.)

The following week after that, you came home from work, tired out of your mind only to stumble upon Yoongi passed out on the couch, headset dangling around his neck, mouth open while he quietly snored. And . . . none other than Dog was sleeping on top of him, snoring slightly as well.

(You didn’t tell Yoongi, but you took a picture of the sight and set it as your lock screen soon after. You couldn't help it. They were perhaps the two most important things in your life.)

The occurrences only doubled . . . no, tripled, from there on out. Just the other day you’d caught Yoongi in the backyard with Dog, teaching him a few tricks that you just knew he’d pulled from a book he’d bought from the pet store. But still, Yoongi wouldn’t admit it to you, adamant that he apparently did not like the dog.

He doesn’t like me, and I don’t like him. There’s mutual respect there, he’d tell you, which you found utterly ridiculous.

(You found it especially ridiculous when night would come and Dog would curl up against Yoongi’s side. He’d simply say it was because it was more comfortable on his side. Bullshit, you always thought.)

And on the next occurrence where you caught Yoongi apparently showing Dog the workings of his equipment, you’d decided you were going to get it out of him. Enough of his stubbornness.

“Yoongi, can you come here, please?” you called from the kitchen as you put down the bags of groceries you’d bought on the kitchen island.

A few seconds later, Yoongi jogged into the kitchen, dressed in sweatpants and an old tee. You allowed yourself to bask in how unfairly handsome he was for only a second before you snapped out of it and shot him a look. Yoongi, however, was too busy looking over the grocery bags.

“Kid, why didn’t you call me?” he asked as he grabbed the last bag from your hands and rested it on the island. “Is there more in the car? I’ll—”

But before he could go on, you put a hand up.

His eyes flicked to your face then, confusion morphing onto his features before what seemed like realization hit him. He made a face then.

“Is this about the hole in the wall?” he asked, hesitantly. “Because I was trying to hang someth—”

“What? There’s a hole in the wall?”

“No.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m putting a pin in that,” you huffed, not wanting to waste any more time. “Yoongi . . . do you like the dog?”

His eyes seemed to widen then, but only slightly as he rested a hand on the counter. He tilted his head to the side in thought, eyes flicking to the ceiling, or rather anywhere that wasn’t your face. And then, he closed his eyes, sighing in defeat.

“Holly’s alright,” he murmured under his breath, his words barely audible.

You raised a brow. “Holly?”

Yoongi clicked his tongue, shifting in his spot. “I may . . . have named him.”

“Mhm.”

A soft groan came from your fiancé as he finally met your gaze, shooting you an awkward smile that you found utterly amusing. And then, you heard the words you’d been searching for for what seemed like months now.

“Fine, I like the dog,” he admitted, begrudgingly.

You smiled, complacently. “You know what I’m looking for, right?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes.”

“Gonna need to hear the words.”

He didn’t answer.

And you went on, teasing him further as giddiness filled you. “I was . . . “

“You were right,” he groaned in annoyance, biting out the words.

“What?” you questioned, cupping a hand over your ear and leaning toward him. “Sorry, couldn't hear you.”

Yoongi lifted his head, unamused eyes finding yours. “You were . . . right.”

“And?”

“We can keep the dog.”

A large, toothy grin lifted onto your face as you stepped toward him and pressed your lips against his. “Thank you, Yoonie,” you hummed against his lips before you backed up and made your way toward the living room, humming under your breath to a simple tune.

You couldn’t help it, you were gloating.

As soon as you reached the living room, a wide smile still on your face, you leaned down to rub Holly’s head, messing with his fluffy ears. He nestled into your touch, and you pleasantly sighed before you sat down beside him, allowing him to cuddle up against your side.

However, as soon as Yoongi trudged into the living room, plopping down right beside you after giving Holly a quick pat, your sweet little dog (who you recused, just by the way) perked up. He was stepping over your lap and nestling into Yoongi’s in an instant. And all you could do was look at Yoongi and scoff.

“Traitor,” you tsked.

Yoongi only seemed to grow more pleased by this. “Man’s best friend, angel,” he hummed as he patted the little dog in his lap. “He knows who his dad is.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Jealousy makes you age,” he told you, repeating to you the very words you’d told him once before.

You pursed your lips, remaining unamused. “You know what else does?” you questioned, waiting for Yoongi’s eyes to find yours before you continued. “Divorce.”

Yoongi gave you this look before covering Holly’s ears. “You’re making him upset,” he all but hissed.

And you couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing, finding the look on his face all too amusing. “You’re such a dork, Min Yoongi,” you remarked, shaking your head as you trailed your eyes across his features. He stared right back at you, features softening, and that was when you felt your mouth speak for you. “I love you . . . dork.”

A soft smile spread across Yoongi’s face, his eyes widening. “Say it again.”

You leaned into him, hooking your arm around his as you buried your face into his shoulder. “I love you,” you mumbled against his shoulder, kissing him there while still keeping eye contact. And you did. You really, really did.

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. “Mmm, never stop saying that,” he mused before he pressed his lips against your forehead.

Silence followed. It was pleasant; familiar.

“Hey, Yoon?” you questioned after a second of basking in each other’s touch.

“Mmm?”

“What if we got another one?”

Yoongi pulled back . . . and the vexed look he gave you was priceless.

That was all it took before you burst out into another fit of laughter.

“What?” you asked through your laughter. “We could get a girl, right . . . and then name her Matilda. How’s that?”

Yoongi remained the same.

You leaned down to pat Holly’s head. “Holly, tell your dad I’m right.”

“Holly, don’t listen to your mom. She’s crazy.”

“Holly—”

“Yah!”

You couldn’t help it, you only laughed harder.

And through your giddy laughter, eyes crinkled, and cheeks hurting, you could have sworn you caught sight of a wide gummy smile on Yoongi’s face.

[beenbaanbuun]

Pretty Little Baby - Min Yoongi

Words: 3.9k

Genre: smut/fluff

Warnings: virgin!reader, slight dom!yoongi, fingering, penetrative sex, cum eating, Yoongi is whipped fr his gf, cursing, female genitalia is used (if there are any more, please let me know)

“What?” Yoongi looked at you with eyes as wide as saucers, his mouth positioned into an ‘O’. “But you’re so hot.”

“Oh wow, thank you Yoongi.” Your voice was thick with sarcasm. You were certain that it was the right time to tell Yoongi, but apparently not. You leaned back against the headboard, crossing your arms in annoyance.

“No, I just meant-” 

“Just because I’m ‘hot’,” You put air quotes around that word, finding your usually poetic boyfriend’s choice of words amusing, “That doesn't mean I have to have sex with anyone who offers.” Yoongi blushed, feeling bad about his sudden outburst.

The fact that you were a virgin just came as a surprise to him, that's all. He really didn't mean to make you feel bad about anything, but it appears it was too late for that, the frown on your face letting him know that he’d said something wrong.

“That’s not what I meant, baby,” His hand shot forwards to grab yours, trying his hardest to comfort you. He hated making you sad. “It just came as a surprise, that's all. I didn't think you’d still be a…” The frown on your face became bigger as he approached the word ‘virgin’. It seemed as though he was just digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself.

“We’ve been dating for over a year, now, and I’ve never once had sex with you,” The laugh that came out of your mouth was a way of trying to mask your sadness at the whole situation. In a strange way, you felt a little guilty, like you should’ve been more willing to give yourself to your boyfriend, but you just weren't ready. Until now, that is. “How did you not realise?”

“I just assumed you weren't ready to have it with me.” You weren’t ready to have it with anyone, not just your boyfriend. For a while, you just assumed you were asexual, something else that you felt guilty for not telling Yoongi about. 

Then things changed. Your relationship with Yoongi was moving quicker than any other relationship, your trust and love for him growing at an exponential rate. It wasn’t until you’d fallen head over heels for him that you realised just how much you wanted him. You didn't understand what the feeling was at first, never having felt it before. It came and went, getting especially strong when you were in close proximity to your boyfriend. It was a dull ache in the pit of your stomach, going down into your core. It felt warm, a little wet too, and your clitoris would throb, desperately begging you for something. 

Usually, you’d just spend the evening at your own home with your hand between your legs, crying out your boyfriend’s name into your otherwise silent room. Your mind would be full of images of him working out, or stepping out of the shower, but sometimes it just wasn't enough. The real thing would’ve been so much better, his slender fingers working away at your cunt in a way that you simply couldn't yourself. His smooth voice would tease you, spitting nasty words into your ear as he drew you closer and closer to the edge.

Everything got harder to manage when he asked you to move in with him. You’d be lying if you said you weren't absolutely thrilled at his proposition, excited for your growing relationship, but there was just something in the back of your mind that you couldn't escape. How were you going to deal with your little problem if you’d no longer be alone at night? You could no longer spend hours at a time pleasuring yourself to the thought of him; not when he was sleeping right next to you. 

Soon it became too much. You hadn’t touched yourself in weeks and the dull throbbing between your legs just wouldn't go away. And now you were living with Yoongi, there was no escape from him. Everything he did turned you on, somehow, no matter how small. The way his fingers held his coffee mug in the morning, fiddling with the handle so gently, the tendons in the back of his hand shifting with each finger movement. The way his tongue darted out of his mouth to soothe his dry lips leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. You couldn’t take it anymore; you needed a solution.

“Well I wasn’t, but…” You fumbled over your words, feeling a little embarrassed about what you were about to tell him. His hand squeezed yours, urging you to carry on. You absolutely loved how understanding he was. “I want you to fuck me.” 

He didn't say a word, too in shock to say anything. Usually, you were so innocent with your words, blushing whenever Yoongi even dared to curse in front of you. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever heard your pretty little mouth say ‘damn’ before, let alone ‘fuck’. He couldn't lie, though, it turned him on, the feeling of his dick now pressing against the fabric of his pants making him hold back a groan.

“You want me to fuck you?” You nodded slowly, feeling nervous under his gaze. He let out a snort, laughing at your shyness despite your previous choice of words, “You want me to take your virginity? Make you feel good?” The way you looked down, avoiding his eyes made him want to let out a laugh. God, you were so cute, so innocent, and you wanted him to take it all away. You wanted him to ruin you… 

“Talk, baby,” He let go of your hand, using it to grab your chin instead. He positioned your head, making sure that you were looking him right in the eyes. He wanted to watch the innocence drain from your eyes as he teased you. He wanted to see you grow nervous under his glare. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and Yoongi wanted to peek at yours. “Tell me what you want from me.”

The whimper that left your mouth was nothing short of pathetic. It was music to Yoongi’s ears, drawing him in. He wanted to hear more, wanted to know what you sounded like when you were in an unbearable amount of pleasure. To make those sounds come out of you would be a dream come true.

“I-I want,” He hummed in response, the shyness in your tone going straight to his member. The look on his face urged you to continue, his eyes burrowing into yours, begging you to let him have you. “I want you to make me feel good, Yoongi.” That was his cue.

He burst forward, closing the gap between the two of you. The kiss was rushed, animalistic almost, not that you minded. This was exactly what you had in mind when you imagined him all those times. Teeth against teeth, tongues pushing against one another as Yoongi forces you to submit to him. You wanted to be used by him.

You felt messy as he groaned into your mouth, a mixture of your two salivas collecting at the corner of your mouth, ready to drip down your chin at any second. His hand had your hair in a tight hold, keeping you pressed up against him. There was no escape, not that you wanted there to be. 

“God, I love you,” He whispered as he pulled away. He didn't go far, leaning his forehead against yours, staring down at your abused lips. The sight made him want to know how they’d look around his dick. That was for another day, though. Tonight was all about you. “Do you know just how long I’ve wanted this for, baby?” You shook your head against his, not trusting yourself to open your mouth. “Come here, baby. Feel how hard I am.”

You ran your hand down his clothed torso, taking all the time in the world to feel the muscles that sat behind the thin material of his t-shirt. You’d felt it before, but never in this context, and never had it made you this aroused. You could feel just how wet you were, your juices lubricating your thighs as you rubbed them together, desperate for the tiniest bit of stimulation. 

Finally, you reached your destination, your hand resting lightly over Yoongi’s bulge. The feeling of it resting against your hand made you let out a whine. It was big, thick. Honestly, you weren’t sure how it was meant to fit inside of you, your hole only having experience with your two fingers. 

“You don't have to be so gentle.” He spoke with a chuckle, watching as you tried to conceal yet another moan. You looked so small sitting there, despite the fact that you almost matched him in height. It made him feel like you were under his control, listening to his every command and following them with ease. The thought alone made his dick twitch, causing a small gasp to come from your mouth as you felt it under your hand.

You still refused to put any more pressure on his bulge, scared that you may hurt him if you held him too tightly. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the atmosphere. Yoongi had other ideas though. He let his hand rest on your shoulder, trailing his fingers down your arm slowly. The sensation sent tingles through your body. You shuddered at the feeling. 

Once Yoongi’s hand was where he wanted it to be, right on top of yours, he squeezed. Your smaller hand tightened around him, making him let out a groan. Involuntarily, he bucked his hips up, forcing his member up into your hand even more. He could’ve cum right there, the feeling of something other than his own hand being almost too much for him to handle. It took him a moment to remember it was your night, pulling your hand off of himself and stopping his impending orgasm from happening.

“You’re so good, baby,” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was deep. Much more than it usually was. The lust that ran through his body seemed to make his voice drop an octave. It didn't help the wetness between your legs, the need to have him touch you only growing as he spoke. “Such a good little baby, all for me.”

His words were making everything so much harder to cope with. You needed him inside of you, now. If you had to wait for much longer, you were sure you’d go insane.

“Yoongi!” You cried out, pushing your chest forward into his. Your pyjamas didn’t offer much of a barrier for you, your hardened nipples rubbing against his chest.

“Yes?” Humour was laced through his voice. No matter how much you wanted him, you couldn't deny that sometimes, he was extremely annoying. He knew what you wanted, and yet he still had the audacity to make you say it.

“Touch me, already.” You grabbed at his hand, desperately trying to manoeuvre it towards your core. He had none of it, though, pulling his hand away harshly.

“I thought you were going to be good for me?” He did his best to sound hurt as if your desperation had offended him in some way. “If you were good, you’d say please.” His tone was harsh, his words almost coming out in a growl. As infuriating as he was being, you could help but let your eyes flicker closed, the arousal becoming too much for you.

“Please.” You sounded as if you were on the verge of tears, and honesty, you were. Your pussy was aching to the point where it was almost painful. At this point, you were one step away from locking yourself in the bathroom and using the showerhead. At least then you wouldn't have to wait.

He didn't say another word, instead, letting his hand fall to where you wanted him most. His touch was gentle at first, barely brushing against your clit above your pyjama bottoms. It didn’t matter though, your body jumping no matter how light or brief the touch was. It was the first stimulation you'd had other than your own hands and it was a blessing. 

There was something that felt so different about someone else touching you and yet it was all so familiar. The shock of electricity that coursed through your body, stopping your brain from thinking for a brief moment, yet you weren't the one in control. You were giving everything up, letting Yoongi hold the reigns for you, tugging on them in ways different to how you would yourself, leading you in a completely different direction.

Finally, he let his hand slip underneath the fabric, guiding it down lower and lower until it came into contact with your bare pussy. His eyes shot up to meet yours, surprise laced through his expression. 

“No underwear?” He smirked, pushing his fingertips against your sensitive bus, rubbing slow circles against it. “Looks like my good little baby isn't so good after all.” You could hear how wet you were, squelching sounds ringing throughout the room. “Fucking nasty.” He grunted, speeding up the movement of his fingers against you.

You cried out, your first orgasm of the night quickly approaching. Your body was twitching, thighs shaking as you let your bodyweight topple into Yoongi. His spare arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place as he worked. A mixture of gentle praises and degrading comments were whispered into your ear, working perfectly against each other to bring you closer and closer to your release.

“You look so pretty like that,” He spat into your ear as he pushed one of the fingers into you, shifting his hand so that he could penetrate you, his thumb continuing to work on your clit. “So pretty letting me ruin you like this. I can't believe you’re letting me corrupt you, finally.” He grinned against your neck, gently nipping at your skin with his canines.

His finger moved inside of you, feeling just how tight you were. He wasn’t sure how he’d be able to fit himself inside of you, but he was sure he’d find a way. Especially since you seemed to be so needy for him. 

Suddenly, you tightened around him, a loud moan coming from you as you came. Chants of ‘my good baby,’ left your boyfriend's mouth, praising you. Nothing could've boosted his ego more than this, being the only person, other than yourself, to ever make you cum. He was never going to let you forget that he was your first, and so far, your only.

“What do you want now baby?” He let you catch your breath before asking you. His hand gently brushed your hair out of your face, making sure it couldn't stick to the layer of sweat that sat on your face. You always looked gorgeous to him, but nothing could compare to how you looked now. Besides, it was him that made you look like that. “You want my dick, yeah? Want me to fuck you?” You nodded at him, your body setting alight once more at his words. “Words, baby.” 

“Fuck yes.”

He sprung into action, retrieving his hand from your pyjama pants and lifting his wet fingers to his mouth. He smirked as his tongue darted out and began to kitten lick his fingers. A groan sounded through the air and he began to suckle on it, pushing it further and further into his mouth. Next time, he’d have to drink it straight from the source. Not today though, he needed to be inside of you.

As he sucked your essence off of his finger, he used his other hand to push you back onto the bed. You watched him with hooded eyes as he pulled your pants down, sighing deeply as he saw your pussy, all wet and ready for him. It was perfect. The way it glistened pulled him in. He couldn't take his eye off of your hole that twitched around nothing. It was practically begging for him to fill you up, and he was more than happy to listen. 

His finger was pulled out of his mouth with a ‘pop’, Yoongi having finished devouring every drop of your cum that sat on his finger. Looking at you, it was obvious that you’d need more preparation before he even attempted to fuck you. You were certainly wet enough for him, but you were still a virgin and you were still the love of his life. If he hurt you in any way, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it.

“Just need to make sure you can take me, baby.” His voice was softer than it had been all night. It served as assurance that once he was done, you’d get what you wanted from him. All he had to do first was open you up.

Much like before, he started with one finger, slowly pushing it in and out for a few seconds before adding another. You weren't used to the stretch, his fingers being thicker than your own. The whimper you let out was quickly shushed by him, his other hand rubbing gentle circles into the flesh of your thigh.

Your face was screwed up in pleasure, the initial burning soon melting away into pleasure. You’d never experienced such a feeling before, and it was overwhelming. You let out short sharp breaths, trying to hold back the embarrassingly loud sounds that were on the verge of slipping out. Your resolve soon fell apart when Yoongi began to scissor his fingers, pushing against your walls to open them up. You were sensitive and the feeling of his calloused fingertips pressing into the sensitive muscle made you let out a high pitched squeal.

Never before had you been able to cum from your own fingers alone, but Yoongi seemed to be getting the job done fairly well. He watched as you writhed around, your eyes screwed shut as regular cries of pure satisfaction left your body. He felt the signs of your release once more, but before you could topple over the ledge, he removed his hand. A loud laugh left him as you cried out in frustration, kicking your legs like a child having a tantrum. Adorable.

You soon stopped when his hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, swiftly removing it before moving to the waistband of his bottoms. You’d noticed earlier in the night that he’d had no boxers on underneath. It wasn’t hard when all that separated his dick from the world was a thin piece of grey material. You were still surprised when his member was finally released, slapping lightly against his stomach and leaving a droplet of pearlescent pre-cum to run down the soft flesh of his stomach. 

“Like what you see, baby?” Yoongi crawled on top of you. He smiled when he noticed that you couldn't seem to take your eyes off of his dick. He didn't think it was that big, knowing that some of his members were bigger, but the look on your face boosted his ego a little.

“It's bigger than I expected.” You watched as he positioned himself at your entrance, stopping before pushing it in.

“I know, baby,” A kiss was pressed to your temple. “It might hurt a little but that feeling will go, okay?” You nodded your head, needing him inside you. "Still on the pill right?” You hummed in agreement. It was mainly used to regulate your periods but now it had another use, you guessed. 

“Good, baby.” And with that, he slid himself into you. It went slowly, going in inch by inch until finally, he was seated deep inside of you. He was right, it did sting a little, but he waited patiently, holding back his own deep grunts. He watched you carefully waiting for you to unscrew your eyes and the grimace to leave your face. When it finally did, he left a quick kiss to your cheek bone. It made him happy to see your pain slip away. “Can I move?” 

In response, you bucked your hips up into his, shifting his cock inside of you. As it rubbed against your walls you groaned, relishing the delectable feeling of pleasure that shot through your core. He felt like nothing you’d ever experienced before, and you felt nothing but joy in the fact that Yoongi was the person to make you feel this way.

As per your non-verbal instructions, he began to thrust into you, beautiful sounds leaving him each and every time he bottomed out. You were the same, whimpers and cries coming from you as you gripped onto his shoulders. 

Grounding yourself was hard, your head beginning to float up into the clouds as he relentlessly thrust into you over and over again with no break. Occasionally, he changed the pace, first speeding up a little before letting himself stop, moving instead at an excruciatingly slow pace. He was close himself. How could he not be? It was heaven for him to be inside of someone again, and even better was the fact that it was you, his baby. 

He wouldn’t come before you though. 

He slipped his hand between the two of you, once again moving his fingers against your pussy. Compared to his smooth circles from before, he was much rougher. His hand moved from side to side, fingers flicking against your clitoris at a speed you could never dream of replicating yourself. Wherever he was doing worked, though. You were being pushed towards the edge much faster than before and you werent sure how much longer you could hold on for.

“I can feel it, baby,” He took his earlobe into your mouth, sucking and biting on it. “Let go for me, yeah?” 

His words were all it took to push you to orgasm. Your back arched, stomach pressing up to meet his as your thighs shook on either side of him. White was all you saw, your vision slipping away from you as well as your touch on reality. Whatever Yoongi had done to you was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and with that final thought, you came.

It didnt take long for Yoongi to follow suit, his hips stuttering as he let go. Ribbons of cum flowed out of him and into you. It felt warm inside of you; sticky too. He stopped thrusting, letting himself push all the way into you once more whilst he released. Long, low groans left his mouth and finally, he collapsed on top of you.

He could’ve fallen asleep right there and then, but first, he needed to make sure you were okay. He pulled himself out of you, flipping himself over so he was instead lay by your side. A hand lifted up, stroking the side of your face to try and bring you back down to reality. It took a few moments, your head fuzzy, but Yoongi was patient with you, grinning as incoherent mumbles fell from your tongue.

“Hey there, pretty,” A soft voice filled your head as Yoongi began to speak. “I’m sorry if I tired you out a little too much. We just need to do a few things and then you can sleep.” You nodded along with his voice, not really taking in what was being said.

“Come on, baby. I’ll run you a nice warm bath.”

[dirtybtssnaps]

Maybe a Drabble of having high sex with yoongi

Whacky tobacky

Genre: Lovely Smut

Pairing: Sober Dom Min Yoongi and 💕High!Sub💕 Female Reader

Posions: High Female Reader, Oral (Female Reader Receiving), Slight Hairpulling, Nipple/Breast worship, DirtyTalk, BareBack, Rough sex Slight over stimulation and creampie (Please use condoms irl)

Author note: I don’t know who or what to base this on, so I kinda use myself as reference just how y/n is acting rest is 100% imaginary.

A few loud coughs echoed through the apartment, as yoongi walked out of the kitchen holding a bag of chips. You took another pull from your blunt, he handed you the bag as he sat down on the couch next to you. “Thank you.” you said cheerfully as you exhaled the smoke, yoongi jokingly pushed the smoke out of his face. “Sorry.” you quickly said before giggling a bit, you took another pull before ashing your blunt and lightly placing it in the ashtray. You exhaled the smoke out of your mouth, as you opened the bag of chips then ate a few then grabbed your blunt again. Yoongi looked over at you and smiled at you, “How do you feel after you smoke that stuff?” He asked.

“When I get high?” You asked giggling, you then looked at the tv again “Meh it’s kind of a natural feeling now, I feel just different than bored like a much better feeling.” You said before giggling again. You ashed into the ashtray again then placed your blunt in it again, before looking over at yoongi and then smiled at him. “If you wanna ask me if I get horny from smoking weed, then not actively moubut if you wanna do it then I wouldn’t mind. Just let me hit my blunt a few more times, and eat a few more chips.” You replied before eating a few more chips. You got up and started taking your shirt off, “We don’t have to do it right now.” He said chuckling.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay enough to do plus it’s been a few days since we had sex anyway.” You said as you finished taking your shirt off, he got up and took his shirt off after you. You slid your shorts off next, then kicked them over to the side of the room. Yoongi grabbed the elastic of his boxers, and pulled them down showing you his semi-hardon. “You know I said we were in our underwear right?” You asked, he shrugged then sat back down on the couch you smirked then unclipped your bra and took it off followed by your panties. You sat down next to yoongi, he grabbed your lighter and the rest of your blunt off the table and then handed it to you.

You took it then placed your blunt in between your lips then lit it, and pulled until the cherry was bright red you quickly exhaled before still ending up coughing out a bit as you quickly put your blunt out. “Would you believe me if I said I used to get high with another rapper in our underwear, it was so fun, we should do it it’ll be so much more fun with you.” You said smiling at him. “You’ve been getting high with another rapper?” Yoongi asked jokingly, “We didn’t even do anything most of the tim- “No it’s just that you know other rappers.” Said yoongi interrupting you.

“It was just him I promise.” You said smiling softly reassuring him, You inhaled feeling Yoongi grab you gently and moved you closer to himself. You smiled then exhaled after a second before putting the blunt in between your lips again. You inhaled again purposefully delaying yoongi, he lightly took your blunt out of your hand and then put it out in the ashtray. You smiled as you exhaled your smoke, then leaned over and kissed yoongi deeply, he kissed you back sliding his tongue into your mouth. You lightly broke the kiss and smiled at him, “You know I could have done that myself.” You said teasingly.

After another light kiss, he helped you onto your back then you jokingly kicked your legs up, he grabbed your legs and gently pinned them up against you. Yoongi leaned down and lightly slid his tongue up against your pussylips, after a few more licks his tongue slid his tongue in between them. You started heavily breathing, but they quickly turned into moans and your pussy slowly got wetter. His whole tongue started sliding up your pussy, your clit constantly feeling his tongue up against it or flicking it.

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to quiet your moans so the neighbors wouldn’t hear you. Yoongi’s tongue started focusing on your clit, he reached up and grabbed your arm pulling your hand off your mouth. His tongue slipped inside your pussy, and started swirling it around it as he tried to make it go as deep as it could. Yoongi suddenly slid his tongue back out before starting his attack on your clit again, you grabbed his hair as you start squirming and moaning again. Yoongi started humming vibrating your clit, your moans getting louder as you got closer to cumming.

You bit your bottom lip and gently pulled at his hair as you came, yoongi kept your legs as still as possible. Yoongi sat up before leaning down his nose nearly touching yours, “I keep telling you not to cover your mouth, I always wanna hear your moans and I don’t care who hears.” He said before kissing your forehead. Yoongi slowly started thrusting inside your pussy, he slowly sped up his thrusts turning your airy moans into embarrassing loud ones. His thrust suddenly stopped he readjusted his grip on your legs grabbing them tighter, then angled himself before thrusting his cock deep inside your pussy making you moan.

He started roughly thrusting into your pussy, you started moaning as you reach up and lightly wrapped your arms around him. Yoongi’s thrusting got rougher and harder, he released one of your legs and started rubbing your clit. “Do you still wanna bring up that under rapper around me, tell me who’s better me or him hmmm?” He asked making you blush, “D-don’t ask me questions like that in the middle- you moaned out as yoongi thrust faster. “Tell me!” He nearly moaned rubbing your clit faster, “You’re so much better.” You said before moaning out and cumming again.

“Shit!” You moaned and then with a few more thrusts he came deep inside you. Taking a few moments he slowly pulled out your pussy then he kissed your lips deeply.

[agustdakasuga]

What Are You Doing Now? (Yoongi Oneshot)

Genre: Romance, angst, past relationships, oneshot

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Characters: Idol!Yoongi, Ex!reader, Idol!Namjoon (Cameo)

Summary: Now that Yoongi has time to revisit his past, he can’t help but remember and think about the past he had with you. When he sees a glimpse of you one night, he thinks about what could have been and where it all went wrong. Mostly, he wonders what are you doing now.

The alarm ringing made Yoongi jolt. It was time for him to wake up. But was it considering waking up when he hadn’t slept. The entire night, he just laid on his side, in bed, body curled with his hands pressed between his knees. At first, he was just coming down from the adrenaline of the show but that blew over quickly, leaving him to wallow at the end.

With BTS announcing their temporary pause on group activities, Yoongi set off on creating his own schedule.

There was only one goal in mind: Finding his muse again.

He felt embarrassed for himself and to the fans. Having to admit that writing music didn’t come as easy to him anymore, that he didn’t see purpose and reason in spending nights at the Genius Lab anymore.

So he went back to his roots.

He went back underground and started participating in rap battles again. Surprisingly, not many people cared or minded that he was Suga from BTS. Ironically, they were more worried that their underground spots would be swarming with his fans that they voluntarily kept his identity a secret.

His new pseud nickname was ‘The Shooter’, known for his all black outfits, spit fire rap and jabbing lyrics.

Everyone in the rap scene, both rappers and supporters were very chill and it was easy for him to ease his way back into the underground scene.

Last night, just like any other show, Yoongi had an amazing time. Drinks were going around, rappers were having fun taking part in the fun performances on stage and all the supporters in the pit were cheering.

As he waited for his name to be called, Yoongi took a swig of whiskey, standing up and cracking his neck. Once his name was called, he could hear the crowd cheering for him. It wasn’t a night of competition, just one of having fun, people sharing the same passion for rap and music like him. Yoongi hadn’t genuinely smiled like this in a while.

“Shooter! Shooter! Shooter!” The crowd chanted as he began rapping. There weren’t any planned lyrics, it was all freestyle, something Yoongi missed the most. No need for censoring, age restriction or ‘safe’ lyrics.

As he vibed in support of the other rapper on stage, he scanned the crowd. But suddenly, Yoongi felt the wind get knocked out of him.

The person that stood right at the back, face barely visible, only the soft glow of a nearby exit sign helped Yoongi make out the person’s features only slightly.

He didn’t know if it was real, he wasn’t used to seeing the person so far back, not even looking at the stage. This wasn’t a usual mannerism. He was more used to seeing the person vibe in the front row, rather than chat with someone making the music more a background tune.

“Sorry, I need a break!” Yoongi bowed in apology and ran off the stage. No one minded, the other rappers happy to just have more of their verses in the performance. He pulled his headset off, tossing the mic aside.

“Yoongi? You good?” His manager asked.

“Y-Yeah. I need a drink.” Yoongi removed his managers hands from his shoulders and walked out. Instead of heading to the bar like he said, he went to the exit sign.

But you were gone. Yoongi scratched his head with a perplexed face. He let out a long sigh and headed to a bar.

“Whiskey. Neat.” He ordered, sliding onto the bar stool. Holding the patterned crystal glass by the rim, he took a sip and leaned his head against the back of his wrists, one hand steadily holding the glass.

Maybe this was a sign that he should just call it a night, the exhaustion hitting him and he was just seeing things. Yoongi finished the rest of his drink with one gulp and went to find his manager so he could go home. He ignored all the other people that tried to talk to him on the way to the van. Even the drive home was so quiet. Without even a goodbye, Yoongi jumped out of the van the moment it stopped at the driveway and headed to his apartment.

*BARK*

“Good evening, Holly.” Yoongi bent down to pat his head, running his fingers through the soft brown fur. Holly trotted after Yoongi, excited to just hop into bed with his owner.

There was only the sound of Holly’s footsteps and Yoongi’s house slippers shuffling around. Yoongi jumped into the shower first to get himself clean.

Leaning against the cool tiles of his shower stall, he thought back to what happened post breakup.

With ultimate secrecy, he even tried online dating. He was desperate to get rid of any thoughts in relation to him. There was something about his pride, having to show that he moved on first before you did. And some girls were really nice, coming from families that Yoongi’s mother would be excited to meet.

However, something about each of them was off.

It was too different and instead of focusing on how wonderful his date was, Yoongi found himself nitpicking at what she lacked. Not what she lacked as a person but what she lacked compared to you.

You were Yoongi’s person. The person that just clicked with him immediately and complemented his personality and mannerisms.

You had set the bar so high above the moon that Yoongi was never able to find anyone that could even come close.

After his shower, Yoongi poured himself another drink and headed to his bedroom for the night. Holly used the staircase to climb onto the big bed, curling right in the middle, meaning that Yoongi had to sleep at the side.

“Good boy.” Yoongi smiled softly, caressing Holly’s ear between his fingers. He took a seat at the small study desk in his room, it was only there in case he was lazy to head to his actual home studio. While he waited for his laptop to turn on, he scrolled on his phone, checking social media and messages from his group members.

‘New gaming set up! - Seokjin hyung’

‘Attachment: 1 image’

It was weird at first, not having all members living together. But Yoongi was glad for his own space. He could decorate it how he liked it, going for a minimalist look and do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

‘Yoongi hyung! I hope your performance tonight went well! If you don’t mind, I sent you the new beats I was working with for track 4? There’s no rush but I would love to hear your opinion on it! - Jiminie’

Right, with the announcement of solo albums coming out, Yoongi was not only working on his own music but helping the others too.

Yoongi let out yet another sigh, this one full of despair. He rubbed his face with his hands in frustration, he hated that he had let you into his mind to invade his thoughts again.

*whimper*

“I’m alright, Holly ah.” Yoongi turned to the dog, who rested his head on his paws and looked up at his dad.

You loved Holly a lot and Holly loved you too. While he wasn’t known to be the best with strangers, just like his dad, Holly immediately took a liking to you. Your dream was to work with animals and Yoongi would never forget the way your eyes just lit up when you were with an animal.

You and Yoongi… You dated for so long that everyone thought you were going to get married.

You met when you were both 17, in high school. Yoongi went to an all boys school and you went to an all girls school but you met since you both take the same route home together.

As a kid, Yoongi was always teased about wanting to do music, even his family strongly disapproved of it. They always ended up arguing over how music is never a stable living, especially since Yoongi’s family struggled financially.

But you were the only one that supported him and his dreams. You listened to every lyric and tune that Yoongi put together.

When the first offer came, you encouraged Yoongi to take it. Every criticism, you worked through it with him. He knew he could trust you to tell him the truth and never hide anything from him.

Despite the financial struggle, Yoongi still pushed on, thanks to you. He promised to marry you, even going as far to plan out the house that you would live in together, the design mirroring the current apartment that he stayed in quite a bit. The first sign of success was when he was offered a contract by Big Hit Entertainment after placing second in a competition.

“Should I do song writing or rap?” Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at the sign up sheet.

“Wanna flip a coin?” You offered.

“Aegi… This is serious.” Yoongi gave you a flat look. You threw your head back with laughter, reaching out to cup your boyfriend’s cheeks, positioning his head up so that it faced you. 

“Listen, Min Yoongi. You got this, alright? Whether you wanna rap, write music or split an atom, heck even if you wanna fly! Go for it!” You grinned.

“Come here, you.” Yoongi softened, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you onto his lap.

“Whatever happens, I’ll make sure to work hard and let you live the best life you could ever have, okay? Even if I have to fight my way to make it to the top, I will.” He pressed his forehead against your cheek to hold you close.

“And I’ll be there too. Fighting with you. Watch my technique.” You did mini punches with your fists.

“Yeah, you’ll definitely scare them off.” Yoongi chuckled, watching you with adoration. You weren’t usually this childish and playful, he knew you were just acting like that so he wouldn’t be so stressed and it really worked. Being with you made him feel calmer.

“Yeah so don’t mess with me! That includes you too, Min Yoongi. I’ll beat you up if I have to.” You huffed with a frown. Yoongi laughed so hard that the laughs escaping him were silent. 

“I wouldn’t dare.” 

“I’ll buy you a big house, you can decorate it how you’d like and we’ll have as many animals as you’d like.” Yoongi smiled softly. 

“Do you really mean that? Because be prepared for me to bring home different animals to take care of and nurse through the night.” You warned with a chuckle. Yoongi tucked a stray hair behind your ears.

“I’ll even stay up with you to keep watch.” He promised. 

Yoongi fell back against the back rest of his chair, staring into space while he head pressed against the head rest. He wondered if you really got the job you wanted and are living the life that you dreamt of. The both of you were so sure that by now, you would be in a home of your own together, just enjoying your lives together.

This proved to make it hard to be productive. So Yoongi headed to bed. He didn’t sleep, his mind too busy running wild. Even talking to ARMY on Weverse wasn’t enough. That emptiness in his chest was back after so many years. 

When Yoongi’s alarm rang the following morning, he got up to feed Holly first. He wasn’t hungry so he didn’t need breakfast. 

Sitting at his kitchen island with a big cup of iced americano, he called Namjoon over to his house. 

“Hey, hyung.” Namjoon removed his shoes as he entered.

“Hey. Thanks for coming, Namjoon ah.” Yoongi forced a smile. Honestly, Yoongi didn't know why he called Namjoon over. Maybe he felt that someone being around would take his mind off of you. 

He made Namjoon a coffee as well, the both of them chilling in Yoongi’s living room with soft rap music playing in the background. 

“I saw her last night... She was at the show I was performing at. It’s been a few years and she still looks the same.” Yoongi said, looking down at the cup in his hands. Namjoon would know what Yoongi is talking about. After all, you became best friends with Namjoon after getting together with Yoongi.

“I see...” Namjoon didn’t really know what to say. Yoongi knew why. It was because Namjoon was still in contact with you. Despite breaking up with Yoongi, you were on good terms with Namjoon. 

“I know you’re still talking to her and that you follow her on your other social media account.” Yoongi cleared his throat. 

“You’re right. But do you really want to know, hyung?” Namjoon was uncertain.

“After seeing her last night, I just need to know how she is. And what she’s up to now.” Yoongi confessed. Maybe knowing how you were doing would calm him down and he could move on again.

“Fine. Here.” Namjoon handed you his phone with your social media page on it. Yoongi was careful with the scrolling, not wanting to accidentally like a picture. 

“She’s working as a vet nurse now. And volunteers at an animal rehabilitation centre...” Namjoon explained as Yoongi came upon a photo of you cuddled with a baby penguin.

“She achieved her dream... She actually did it, huh?” Yoongi didn’t even realise the proud smile he had on his face as he heard Namjoon’s words about you. Just like him, you had achieved your dream. The both of you made it to the future that you wanted for yourselves. While you were working with animals, he was successfully writing music. 

“We don’t chat all the time with our busy schedules but she asks about you from time to time. She’s happy that we made it, that you achieved your dream as well. She’s really happy for you, hyung.” Namjoon said softly. 

“She asks about me?” Yoongi blinked in confusion. Namjoon nodded his head. 

Honestly, Yoongi didn’t know why he didn’t contact you. You didn’t exactly part on bad terms. The both of you grew apart and things just weren’t healthy anymore, there wasn’t any communication.

But as you parted, you told Yoongi that he could always call you and that you would still always be supporting him no matter what. 

Yoongi did contemplate calling you. Maybe remaining friends was a possibility but Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to call you. What if you were just saying it to be nice? 

Did you want him to call in the first place? 

If you really wanted to talk to him again, you would have called him right? Instead of waiting for him to call you. 

However, now you were both living in that ideal future that you both dreamt about. The only thing that was missing was your plans of still being together, sharing many new firsts as a couple, maybe even getting married and starting a family of your own at this age. 

Your dreams and aspirations of success didn’t seem so far anymore, it didn’t feel like something out of reach or a fantasy anymore. The both of you had been through a lot, as a couple and as individuals. 

Maybe now was the time to put that in the past and start anew again. 

“Did she... move on?” Yoongi asked. He knew that you were pretty and in the years that he dated you, you had many suitors. It wouldn’t be surprising if you have a new partner.

“She-” 

“You know what? I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me. I shouldn’t even be caring about that.” Yoongi cut the younger off with a wave. 

After a couple of drinks and some takeout lunch, Namjoon left. He was needed at the studio to go through the new tracks for Taehyung’s solo album. Yoongi laid on his bed. He regretted not letting Namjoon reply whether you were attached now. It was going to eat at him until he knew. 

He needed to find a way to speak to you. Turning in his chair, he scratched his head as he faced his computer screen. Would it be weird if he appeared at your work? It definitely would. 

“You do it, Holly. You call your mum.” Yoongi put the phone in front of the poodle, who took his toy and turned around, ignoring his dad. 

Over the next few days, Yoongi tried to distract himself, going back to the underground performances, producing music for his upcoming solo album and helping the other members with their own music production. 

“Good work today.” Yoongi said to Jimin.

“Thanks, hyung.” Jimin grinned with a wave and left the studio. Just as the door closed, Yoongi’s phone beeped on his desk. 

‘Coincidentally, hyung. Jungkook took Bam to the vet and guess who’s in the neighbourhood for her rotation. He bumped into her as she was clocking out. - Namjoon’

‘Attachment: 1 image’

Yoongi’s eyes widened at the image from that Jungkook sent to Namjoon and was subsequently sent to him. Jungkook was seen posing with you, hugging Bam. You were smiling happily, dressed casual but stylish, the same style you and Yoongi always had. You were wearing an old shirt, tied to make it more fitting and skinny jeans. 

That ‘old shirt’ you wore, Yoongi couldn’t believe that you still kept it, much less wore it out. It was Yoongi’s shirt that you stole from him. There was a lot of significance in it. 

Prior to debut, Yoongi couldn’t afford branded clothes. This was the first branded shirt he wore. You had found it and taken ownership of it.

“Jagi, where’s the-” Yoongi stopped at the bedroom door just as you pulled the shirt over your head.

“Where did you find this?” Yoongi came forward, bending down. His fingers grabbed the edge of the sleeve, a soft smile on his face.

“I was looking for my skirt and found it. I’ve never seen you wearing this before and judging by your reaction, you haven’t seen it in a bit? It seems old and faded.” You asked. 

“Oh, I didn’t tell you when I got it. But this was the first branded shirt I bought when I saved enough money from producing. I thought I lost it somewhere but I’m glad you found it. I don’t wear it anymore but it’s nice to have as a memory.” Yoongi patted your head. 

“I should remove it then.” You moved to pull the shirt over your head but Yoongi stopped you by grabbing your wrists.

“No, aegi. It looks good on you. You should keep it.” He chuckled. 

“Really?” 

“Of course. You look cute.” Yoongi chuckled. The shirt was so big that you were practically swimming in it. But in Yoongi’s eyes, only you could look so cute in such an old shirt. 

“Let me see.” Yoongi pulled you to stand up. The shirt was a dress on you but you made it work, of course. He sat on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed your hands on his head as he leaned against your abdomen.

“I didn’t think you would be the sentimental type, Yoon.” You teased with a giggle. This was the man that said he never wants to re-produce the same song, that he has no regrets for any content that he has ever put out and that you should only be looking at the future, never the past. It was surprising that he kept this shirt.

“You’re right, I’m not sure why I kept it too. I guess that’s why I’m not so fussed about you having it.” He looked up at you. 

Yoongi smiled fondly at the memory. Thanks to you, he was able to find such joy in even the most mundane moments. You always found a way to brighten up any room that you walked into and make people smile. 

Ever since you started dating, he was the silent affectionate kind of guy. You were fine with that, you loved Yoongi for Yoongi. You didn’t want or need him to change. 

But with being having silent affection, that also meant Yoongi was used to hiding his emotions instead of sharing and discussing them. 

After so many years of your relationship, you felt your relationship growing distant. Even the smallest communication you had was gone and the both of you were growing incessantly frustrated with each other. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were taking Holly with you?” Yoongi asked on the phone, frowning when he came home to find the house dark and empty. There was no sign of you or the brown poodle anywhere. He heard you let out a soft sigh and apology to whoever you were with.

“Hang on. Let me get out of the study hall.” You said to Yoongi. Yoongi waited quietly, the frown still on his face as he tapped his foot against the ground.

“I needed to go for study hall so I brought Holly with me. Don’t worry, he’s fine and well taken care of.” You spoke calmly.

“You still shouldn’t have just taken him without telling me.” 

“Yoongi, I honestly didn’t even know if you were coming home tonight. Holly and I haven’t seen you in a week. I took him with me for the night so he wouldn’t be alone.” You finally approached the sensitive topic.

“Why do you have to say it like that? You know I’m busy with this comeback and the extra producing jobs.” Yoongi sighed.

“I know... Yoongi. I understand, you know I do... But try to understand it from my point of view too. How many nights I wait up, not sure if you’re having dinner or even coming home to sleep. You don’t answer your phone, no updates, nothing. When was the last time we even saw each other in the flesh? Much less, talked on the phone like this.” You sighed. 

“You know I can take care of myself. It’s not like something is going to happen to me at the studio.” 

“Look, I have to go. We’ll talk soon. There’s leftovers in the fridge you can heat up if you’re hungry.” You didn’t want to argue with him, you wanted to leave this call as soon as possible. 

“Where are you now? Why are you even staying out the entire night?” Yoongi asked before you had the chance to hang up on him.

“I told you, I have a major presentation to do and an exam to study for. Plus, I’m more productive in school, where my professors and classmates are. I’ll be home tomorrow and I promise we’ll talk then.” You replied.

“I’m coming to get you now.” 

“No, Yoongi. Just stay home and sleep, I’ll be home tomorrow morning.” You were just exhausted with this conversation. 

After you hung up, Yoongi went to check the calendar on your desk. His eyes widened, the exam you were studying for wasn’t an ordinary exam. It was your vetenarian medicine placement exam, the most important one. Now he felt bad, he didn’t have the guts to face you now. 

You had returned home the next morning, even making sure to come home earlier because you felt bad for leaving the conversation with Yoongi. But even at 6am, the house was empty. Holly trotted in and around the apartment.

“Guess he’s busy, huh?” You sighed, scratching Holly’s head. 

And this was just the beginning of your fights with Yoongi. All the fights that were left in the air with no chance for you to talk it out with him, plus you saw each other less and less. 

In the end, you decided that it wasn’t healthy for you to continue this. You both parted unwillingly and in tears but it was ‘for the best’.

-

You waved to the last patient that walked out before returning back to the nurses’ station. Yawning, you stretched your arms over your head. 

“Heading home for the night?” 

“I’ll just do one more round before handing over to the night shift. Have a nice night, doctor.” You smiled. The doctor nodded and waved before leaving. Grabbing the clipboard from the box, you went to the cages where the animals that were hospitalised were resting. You did the routine checks on them. Just as you were finished, the team for the night shift came in. 

“Good work today!” They smiled as they took over from you. 

“Thank you. Have a nice night.” You wished. Going to the locker room, you grabbed your bag. You smiled softly at the small picture of Holly you hung up in your locker. 

“Hope you’re doing well.” You chuckled at the photo. Before heading off, you went to the main back area.

“Suga, time to go home.” You reached in to gently lift the sleeping kitten. The white feline opened his eyes, leaning into the warmth of your touch.

“Let’s go home.” You carried him in your arms. This kitten was new, it was a rescue that a good samaritan brought to the clinic. For some reason, his mannerisms just reminded you of your ex boyfriend. 

You couldn’t help but be drawn to him that you adopted him, even naming him Suga. He followed you into work because his health still wasn’t 100% and you needed to check on him every now and then. Also, the doctors assisted you in making sure he was checked up on and vaccinated. 

“Sleepy boy.” You smiled endearingly. After bidding everyone goodbye, you checked your messages that you received during the day while you couldn’t be on your phone.

‘Hey. I know it’s been a while... How are you?- Yoongi’

You weren’t expecting the sudden message from your ex boyfriend. You hadn’t spoken to him since the break up. 

‘Hey, sorry for replying so late. I’m good, Yoongi. What about you? - (y/n)’

‘Glad to hear, Jungkook told me he saw you when he took Bam to the vet. But Bangtan’s taking some time off. We’re doing some solo albums and performances now. - Yoongi’

‘I heard. I’m glad, you all deserve a break. - (y/n)’

‘I actually wanted to ask you... - Yoongi’

‘Ask me? - (y/n)’

‘I’ve been thinking a lot about everything... you, me, whatever happened... You didn’t deserve that, (y/n). We should have communicated and talked things out instead of hiding it. Maybe we will never get back to what we used to be. Even if we have to start all over again, right from the start of everything. I think we can work it out. - Yoongi’

‘You’re right, Yoongi. We were getting frustrated but unable to tell each other. As promising as it sounds, do you think we can really make things work again? - (y/n)’

‘I do. I still love you. - Yoongi’

‘Honestly, I don’t know how I feel. Maybe there’s still love there but there’s still hurt too. - (y/n)’

‘It’s okay. Let’s not get too far and just talk things out, you don’t have to make a decision on anything now. Maybe talking will bring you some clarity on what you feel.  Even if at the end, things still aren’t meant to be. At least this will be the closure we need. - Yoongi’

‘Alright. - (y/n)’

‘What are you doing now? - Yoongi’

~~

Ko-fi

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[embodyingchaos]

also, NO i haven't forgotten my yoongi oneshot and YES im procrastinating heavily on it *rolls eyes*

[msunnsstuff]

i have this idea

After seeing all this content of how Yoongi gets ready for a show i had this need to read this but im not sure it there is something already like this

so either platonic or not but

either yoongi being besties with a make up artist/stylist like them just being each others safe space laughing about the good and bad

anything with that vibe

[sluttywoozi]

A New Rhythm | suga x f!reader x woozi

Yoongi has a soft spot for his protege, Jihoon, but you never thought it would extend to sharing you. Not until he tells you Jihoon is a virgin and asks if you'd like the be the one to change that.

You can't say you're opposed to the idea.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~7.8k | Pairing: myg x f!reader x ljh | Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!yoongi, virgin!jihoon, mentor!yoongi, yoongi tells jihoon what to do and jihoon listens like the good boy he is (most of the time), mentions of f. masturbation, oral f. rec., spitting, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, piv sex with a condom, restraining, throat holding, piv sex without a condom, oral m. rec., deepthroating, cum swallowing, creampie, plsplspls inbox if i missed anything!

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, same age as yoongi, referred to with fem pronouns/descriptors (she/her, girlfriend), has an iud, wap

You think you’re losing your mind. 

That’s the only possible explanation as to why you’re hovering outside of Yoongi’s home studio at four in the morning, arguing with yourself about whether or not you should knock on the door. 

He’s been in there for hours, didn’t even come to bed last night, which might explain the plethora of dreams you had. They’re what woke you up, and the absence of Yoongi is what brought you out from under the warm covers and into the chilly night air. 

Yoongi’s studio is a small building in your backyard, with no windows and perfect acoustics. He had it built last year, when he finally got tired of going in and out of the city at all hours to work, and he even gave you free reign of the exterior. Now that the garden is blooming and the stones leading to the door have settled into the ground, it really feels like part of your home. 

Or it does in the daylight, anyway. 

You’ve never come out here at night before, because you’ve never had a need to. You know Yoongi will come inside when he’s finished working so you usually leave him to it, usually try not to interrupt him, but tonight, something is different. 

Tonight, you need him. 

Desperately. 

It’s not like he’s neglecting you, it’s just that he’s been working on a personal project so a lot of his time is spent in the studio, and when he finally calls it a day, all he wants to do is eat and collapse into your arms. You can take care of yourself, quite well, in fact, but nothing beats Yoongi’s touch, nothing. 

Every dream you had in your fitful five hours of rest was filled with him; his hands on your body, his mouth between your legs, his cock deep inside of you. It all felt hazy and rose-colored but somehow so real, and when you woke to an empty bed, it was almost heartbreaking. 

And it doesn’t help that it’s been ten days since he last fucked you, not that you’ve been counting…

You’d go back to bed if you could, but you already tried to satisfy your craving for him and all that did was leave you wet and wanting him even more, which is why you only feel a little bit guilty when your hand raises and raps twice on the wood in front of you. 

It takes a few seconds for the door to open, and when it does, your eyes grow wide and your fingers fly to the hem of your nightie, your suddenly freezing legs reminding you just how short it is. 

If it were Yoongi, you wouldn’t care, you’d probably even hike it up a little bit more, but it’s not Yoongi. 

It’s Jihoon, your boyfriend’s protege. 

“Um,” Jihoon starts, his eyes trailing over your exposed body before snapping back up to your face, a flush reddening the skin of his neck and ears. “Yoongi’s in the middle of a recording session so he didn’t hear the door. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah, um, everything’s fine,” you stammer, because what the hell else can you do?

It’s not like you can admit to someone who’s not your boyfriend that you’re dizzy with desire, especially not when that someone is your boyfriend’s adorable mentee. 

Jihoon is barely 27, but he’s been producing since he was in his teens. Yoongi kept an eye on his career for a while and eventually decided to take him under his wing when he noticed he wasn’t advancing in the field like he deserved to be. They’ve been working together for a little under a year now, and Jihoon has become a regular fixture at your house. 

You include him in your meals, in your game nights, and even in your karaoke, though he effortlessly outsings you both every single time. 

But that doesn’t mean you can tell him you’re here because you need to get fucked. 

If Yoongi were the one to answer the door, you wouldn’t have needed to speak, he would have seen that shine to your eyes and known immediately what you needed. You didn’t even know Jihoon was here or you wouldn’t have knocked at all. 

Now here you are staring at each other, Jihoon’s blush traveling down under his collar as you shiver in your nightdress, unable to think of even one viable explanation as to why you’re up at four in the morning. 

“Babe? What are you doing out there? It’s cold as fuck,” Yoongi appears behind Jihoon, his brows furrowed and his gaze bewildered. 

He takes one good look at you and that’s it. He knows. 

You can tell by the smirk that’s quirking one side of his mouth up and the heat that flashes in his tired eyes, the sight of both making you bite your lip and twist your fingers in the hem of your nightie. 

“We’re gonna take a break, Jihoon. Let’s all go up to the house for a bit, yeah?” Yoongi proposes, though you know it was more of an order than an offer. 

You turn mechanically and force one foot in front of the other, trying to ignore the fact that you can feel two sets of eyes on you instead of one.

That’s the theme of the night, apparently, as you find yourself making tea for three, still clad in your pajamas. You would have gone to get a robe but Yoongi caught your hand before you left and asked for some oolong, saying that it’s never as good when he makes it. 

While the tea is steeping, you sit on Yoongi’s right side, Jihoon on his left, and try to keep from squirming at the feeling of the cold wooden chair against your hot center. You didn’t bother to put on underwear, sure that Yoongi would just fuck you right there in his studio, and you’re positive he would have, if Jihoon wasn’t there. 

But he was, he is, and you have no idea what Yoongi’s game is but you know it’s starting to make you feel a bit crazy, like your skin is too tight for your bones and your heart is too big for your chest. 

Then he speaks, and all the blood in your body reaches its boiling point. 

“Jihoon was just telling me that he feels like he can’t write sex into his songs because he’s never had it before. Why don’t we help him out with that?” 

Jihoon collapses into himself, groaning and cursing, his face buried in his arms where they rest on the table, his muscles strained with tension and his skin bright red. 

Yoongi just smiles serenely and looks over to you, raising an eyebrow and lifting his chin like he’s challenging you. 

You can’t respond yet, not with the ringing in your ears and the images in your mind, flashbulb memories of how long Jihoon’s fingers are and how voraciously he eats and, worst of all, how he looks when he comes over straight from the gym, his hair still damp from the shower and his veins still popping from the workout. 

All things you’ve thought about innocuously, no real intention behind them, now given life, meaning, by Yoongi’s words. 

You tilt your head at him, trying to figure out if this is a test, but you don’t see any hint of deception in his eyes. All you see is your boyfriend of four years, wanting to bring someone into the bed you share, wanting to teach someone what it means to give and take pleasure. 

No, not just someone, but Jihoon, specifically.

He has a soft spot for the kid and that’s obvious, but you never expected it to extend to sharing you. 

However, you’re not… opposed… to the idea. 

If anything, you feel yourself get just a bit hotter, just a bit wetter, imagining the both of them in your bedroom. 

You know Yoongi can tell how you’re feeling, you’ve never been able to hide a thing from him, and when that satisfied smile stretches his lips, you give up and give in. 

“What are your rules?” You ask softly, your eyes darting to Jihoon when he snaps his head up and stares at you, wide eyed and open mouthed. 

“He has to wear a condom,” Yoongi says matter-of-factly, before continuing, “Other than that, I have none. What about you?” 

You didn’t expect him to turn the question around on you, but you’re grateful he did. 

“Same as you,” you respond, before looking to Jihoon. “What are your thoughts?” 

He stares at you for a moment, his eyes flicking between you and Yoongi, before he answers, “I - I don’t know. I’m embarrassed, and a little bit annoyed,” he levels a glare at Yoongi. “But I’m… I mean if you’re okay with it, then… then yes, I want this. I’ll wear a condom, I’ll do whatever.” 

Yoongi doesn’t even pretend to care about the tea. 

He just rises from his chair and extends a hand toward you, waiting for you to take it before nodding at Jihoon, expecting you to reach out to him. You hold your hand out and he grasps it, your fingers intertwining as Yoongi pulls you to the stairs. In between them, you carefully move up the steps, feeling somewhat like you’re on your way to the place of no return. 

You know you can stop this at any time, but you fear you won’t want to. 

You fear that once you get a taste of Jihoon, of both of them together, that’s all you’ll want. 

Yoongi must know, he knows everything about you, and if he wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t have offered. So when you cross over the threshold and he lets go of your hand to sit in the chair occupying the corner of your room, you know that he must be anticipating that outcome, and you know that he must be alright with it. 

Which makes it easier to turn to Jihoon and cup his cheeks to draw him into a kiss, one that makes him gasp against your lips before he drops a hand to your hip and starts to kiss you back. 

He seems experienced enough at this, you think, his plush mouth soft against yours and his tongue tentative where it brushes along the seam of your lips. You open up for him with ease, swallowing his sounds and responding with your own soft hums to show him you’re comfortable. 

Your tongue glides against his and he moans, sucking at it with gentle pulses that make your core throb, before you pull away and press a hand to his chest to stop him from following you. 

“Let’s move to the bed?” You suggest, perhaps because your knees feel the slightest bit weak but mainly because you’ve been desperate to get Yoongi’s body on top of yours all night. Jihoon isn’t Yoongi, but you think he’ll feel almost as good. 

Jihoon nods, his chest rising and falling as he tries to regulate his breathing, waiting for you to climb up and get comfortable before setting a knee on the covers. 

“Take your clothes off,” Yoongi calls out from the corner. “She probably wants to see you.” 

Jihoon glances over and then looks at you, raising a brow. You shrug shyly and nod, your eyes lowering to his chest as he starts to pull his sweater up. More and more pale skin is revealed, and by the time the fabric clears his head, your gaze is locked on the defining lines of his abdominals. He unties his sweats and pushes them down, stepping out of the cotton and standing before you in just his boxer briefs. 

His dick is hard, pressing against the fabric, but you don’t have long to look before he settles on top of you, his elbows bracketing your head and his knees straddling your thighs. His lips find yours again and soon enough, you’re lost in him. He kisses you so attentively, adjusting to your every move, your every breath. It’s not long before you’re squirming beneath him, wanting for more. 

“You’re gonna eat her out next,” Yoongi instructs, his voice distant but consuming, echoing in your mind like a looped track. 

Jihoon breaks away from you, his eyes heavy lidded and his lips kiss-swollen. He sits back on his knees when you shift up onto your elbows, giving you room to pull your nightie up and off, leaving you bare from head to toe. 

His eyes traverse the whole of your body, lingering on your breasts before they land between your thighs, his stare weighty, nearly tangible on you. The thought that you might be the first woman he’s seen naked in person is a heady one, enough to give you the confidence to slide your legs out from between his and spread them on the bed, showing him exactly what he’ll be working with. 

His breaths come faster as he gazes at you, slowly moving down to lay on his stomach between your legs, his mouth just inches from your pussy when Yoongi says, “Spit on it.”

“What?” Jihoon questions, turning back to stare at Yoongi in confusion, missing the way you squirm at Yoongi’s instruction. 

“You heard me, spit on it. She’s into it.”

“I- No, I’m not gonna fuckin- I’m not spitting on her, that’s ru-”

“Fine, if you won’t, I will,” Yoongi rolls his eyes and rises from his seat, taking a few steps to the bed and pushing at Jihoon’s shoulder when he doesn’t move out of the way.

Yoongi braces his hands on your knees and shoves them further apart, his eyes coasting up your body before they land on yours, a wry smile stretching his lips before he purses them and spits on your pussy. His saliva trails over your clit and down to your entrance, making you gasp and making your cunt clench, your hand shooting down to weave into his hair when he starts to pull back. 

“See? Told you,” he murmurs to Jihoon, grasping your wrist and waiting for you to release his hair before stepping away and returning to his chair in the corner. 

Your eyes find Jihoon, who looks like he’s been struck. He shakes it off and fills the space between your legs again, flat on his belly with a determined glint to his eye. You can feel his breaths as his mouth gets closer and closer to you, before finally, his tongue drags over you from cunt to clit. 

He takes his time learning you, sucking at your folds and dipping into your entrance, never staying in one place for long. He’s making little sounds like he loves the taste of you, the vibrations traveling through your pussy straight to your buzzing brain, straight to the part of you that yearns to be set free. 

You long to sink your fingers into his hair and drag him where you want him, take your pleasure from him like he’s a toy, but you know this is a precarious situation, and you’re not going to be the one that tips it out of balance. 

So you let him explore, let him figure it out on his own, setting aside the fact that you’ve been aching for hours already. This is Jihoon’s first time, you can stand to not be greedy for once in your life. 

Yoongi seems to disagree, telling Jihoon, “Find her clit and suck it, or she’ll never cum.”

You would glare at him for rushing Jihoon, you really would, but then Jihoon listens, his mouth searching until he discovers that bundle of nerves and wraps his lips around it, giving experimental sucks that quickly have your back arching and your toes curling. 

“Y-you can, um, put a fing-,” You try to speak but can’t seem to get the words out, not when Jihoon’s mouth is so soft and wet and his tongue is so agile from years of playing the clarinet, the tip lapping at your clit in between pulses of his lips. 

“Baby, I’ll tell him what to do, you just lay back and enjoy, okay?” Yoongi says in a soothing tone, making your eyes flicker open so you can see him. You know he wants you to answer him so you force your head to move up and down in a nod, melting into the bed when he sends you that indulgent, proud little smile. 

“Jihoon, start with two fingers, she likes to feel full. Palm up,” Yoongi instructs Jihoon, his voice more distant, less affectionate now that he’s not talking to you.

Jihoon’s fingertips glide through your arousal, dipping into your entrance and starting to push inside. You’re still a bit stretched out from taking care of yourself earlier so there’s barely any resistance, his fingers sinking in slowly but surely. 

His tongue stutters against you, a weak groan escaping him as your cunt molds to his digits. You squeeze around them just to hear that sound again, biting back a grin when the next groan is louder. 

“Feels good, doesn’t she? Now imagine that around your cock,” Yoongi smirks smugly, his eyes caught on the blush rising up the back of Jihoon’s neck. “Gotta make her cum first.”

With renewed fervor, Jihoon sucks at your throbbing clit, his fingers twitching inside of you but not moving yet. 

“Now you’re gonna find her g-spot. Curl your fingers and tap until you feel a different texture, you’ll know you’ve got it when she gets wetter.” 

Ever the quick study, Jihoon puts Yoongi’s words to action, his fingers crooking and rubbing along your front wall in search of the patch that can make you gush. He encounters it soon enough, grazing the erogenous zone with his fingertips and tapping into it when you gasp and clench down. 

You do get wetter, just like Yoongi said, and you can’t help but move with Jihoon’s fingers as he starts to slide them in and out, the tips hooking into your sweet spot on every thrust. You should have expected him to have perfect rhythm and lithe, talented fingers just like Yoongi does, because maybe then it wouldn’t be a surprise when you feel the stirrings of heat deep in your belly. 

Would it be embarrassing to cum so soon? Yoongi can get you there in five minutes flat but this is Jihoon, should you try to hold out for longer so he has more time to practice? What if he’s disappointed that you-

“Baby, stop worrying. Just cum when you want to,” Yoongi says softly, and not for the first time, you feel blessed to have a partner who knows you inside and out. 

You don’t need his permission to cum but now that you have it, you can feel your climax building even faster, feel it growing, glowing inside of you as Jihoon moans into your pussy, as if he’s echoing Yoongi’s words. 

That and the flawless grind of his fingertips into your g-spot are what throw you over the edge, darkness eclipsing your vision as you tumble into a pleasure so deep, you can feel it in your bones. 

It races through your bloodstream, electric and razor sharp, setting all of your nerves on edge and stealing every molecule of air in your lungs. You gasp through it, clenching your fingers in the pillow beneath your head so you don’t reach down, tangle them in his hair, and hold him to you until he’s as breathless as you are. 

You think you could cum again if he just keeps his tongue curled around your clit and his fingers digging into your g-spot like this. Hell, you’d probably cum even harder, get even wetter for him, even hotter. 

It’s so close you can almost taste it, but he starts to pull away and you swallow down the cry of protest that rises in your throat, fighting off disappointment that you fear you don’t have a right to. Yoongi likes to go for more than one but Jihoon isn’t Yoongi, and you can’t expect him to behave the same way. 

Yoongi does, evidently, because he says as if it should be obvious, “Keep going.” 

“What? She already-”

“She can cum again, keep going.” 

When Jihoon looks up at you for confirmation, Yoongi heaves a beleaguered sigh and ambles to the bed, placing a knee on the mattress for stability before leaning over Jihoon’s shoulder and gripping the back of his neck, pushing and holding him down. 

Jihoon is more than strong enough to break free if he wants to, which makes it even sweeter when he closes his eyes and dives back into you, one of his hands scooping under your thigh to pull it up onto his shoulder. Now you’re the one holding him down, and Yoongi’s lips stretch in a satisfied smile, like Jihoon has finally done something to be proud of, before he loosens his grasp and returns to his chair. 

You’ve lost some momentum in the seconds without stimulation, but you can’t escape the image of your boyfriend shoving his protege’s face into your cunt and that’s almost enough to get you right back where you were. 

It helps that Jihoon seems to be insatiable now, though whether he’s desperate for you or desperate to prove himself to Yoongi, you don’t know. It doesn’t really matter either way, not with his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue digging up under the hood to lap directly at the nerves. His fingers join in too, fucking into you harder and faster, beckoning out enough arousal that you can feel it dripping down your perineum. 

The sounds are obscene, the wet suction of his mouth and the squelching of his fingers bringing heat to your cheeks. You wonder if Jihoon can hear or if your thighs are muffling the noises, part of you hoping they are and most of you hoping they aren’t. 

You want him to hear what he’s doing to you, want him to know that he’s pleasing you, that his efforts are appreciated, which is why you finally decide to stop holding back. 

Your hands skate down your body and delve into his hair, pulling his face even deeper into your pussy as you whimper long and loud. “There she is,” Yoongi murmurs, barely audible with your voice ringing in the air. 

Jihoon groans earnestly in response, his hips twitching against the bed and his fingers spasming inside of you before they stop fucking in and out and instead start prodding your g-spot, rubbing and tapping and grinding until you lock down around them, cumming with a gush and a shout. 

He doesn’t stop this time, relentless in the pursuit of pulling every last bit of bliss out of you as if he’s learned his lesson. Yoongi always says that Jihoon takes direction well, and you’re honored to experience the evidence of it yourself. 

Honored and dizzy, if you’re being truthful. 

Your head spins, your pussy growing sensitive and your pleasure growing sharp, almost stinging as he continues to batter your front wall with his fingertips and stab his tongue into your overworked clit. 

“Jihoon,” you whine brokenly, drawing out his name and gripping his hair tighter, unsure of whether you want to push him away or pull him closer. 

“Don’t stop,” Yoongi calls out, but it sounds like he’s underwater, or maybe you are, every noise in the room muted and dull compared to the roaring in your ears, the rushing of your blood in your veins as your heart races in your chest. 

“Maybe you’ll make her-”

Time slows down when Jihoon grunts his assent into you, the vibration just enough to send you spiraling into a euphoria so acute, it brings tears to your eyes. Your vision whites out and you think you scream, and then you’re levitating, no longer on the bed, perhaps not even on the planet anymore. 

When your soul returns to your body and you blink your watery eyes open, the first thing you see is Jihoon. He’s still between your legs but now he’s bright red, his chest heaving as he fights to breathe, your arousal covering him from his cheeks down to his sternum. 

You would feel nervous about his reaction but as soon as your eyes meet his, he’s climbing up over you and pressing his swollen lips to yours, his kiss ravenous and his tongue soaked with you. 

When he pulls away, you’ve got your own essence smeared all over your mouth, and you’re not even startled to feel a familiar hand in your hair. The hand tugs your head to the side and you let your eyes flutter closed, anticipating the swipe of Yoongi’s tongue over your bottom lip. He loves how you taste, even if it’s not directly from the source. 

You can feel Jihoon’s eyes on you as Yoongi licks your face clean, and you wonder if he thinks he’s going to get the same treatment. 

He might, honestly. 

But not tonight, it seems, as Yoongi smacks a kiss onto your lips and lets go of your hair, reaching in the bedside table for the condoms you haven’t used since you got your IUD placed a few months ago. 

“You didn’t blow your load, right?” Yoongi glances at Jihoon, raising an eyebrow teasingly and laughing at the way Jihoon glares and says, “No, I’m still fucking hard, thanks for asking.”

Out of loyalty to your boyfriend, you won’t point out that Yoongi actually did blow his load the first time he ever made you squirt. 

“You still up for it, baby? Not too sore or sleepy?” Yoongi crouches next to you and cups your face, brushing his thumb over the curve of your cheekbone and gazing at you with gentle, patient eyes. 

“I’m still up for it,” you smile peacefully, watching as he hands Jihoon the condom and taking the opportunity to stretch, reaching your arms up above your head and pointing your toes, a soft keening sound leaving you as you relax into the bed again. 

When your eyes find Jihoon and Yoongi, both of them are staring at your tits, a dazed look on their faces that makes them appear even more alike. 

Yoongi snaps out of it first, blinking rapidly and readjusting in the chair, making you notice for the first time just how hard he is. 

You knew he’d have to be into the idea of watching you fuck someone else to propose this in the first place, but you didn’t expect him to be so wrought with desire. You can see it on his face now that you’re really looking at him, the passion in his shadowed eyes and the lustful clench of his jaw giving him away. 

You bite back a smile and turn your gaze to Jihoon just in time to watch as he slides off the bed and pushes his underwear down. His cock pops up then hangs heavily, the head blushed red and the length wrapped in veins. He’s similar in size to Yoongi, maybe a bit thicker and slightly shorter, and you’re relieved to know both that the condom will fit and that he won’t stretch you beyond your limits. 

Finally, you look at his face again, only to find him staring at you, his eyes staying locked with yours as he brings the condom packet up to his mouth and tears it open with his teeth. At first, you think he’s trying (and succeeding) to be sexy, but then you realize his hands are trembling, just a little, just enough to relay the nerves he’s kept hidden. 

“I’ll put it on,” you tell him as you extend a hand and wait for him to drop the condom in your palm, beckoning him forward with your other hand until he climbs back up on the bed and settles on his knees in front of you. 

Slowly, you reach out and take hold of his cock, not reacting to the stilted gasp and muted swear that escapes Jihoon though you want to coo and kiss his cheek, he’s so adorable. You pinch the tip and roll the condom on with ease, ensuring it’s snug at the base before giving his hip a squeeze and laying back. 

He follows you and braces his hands on either side of your head, his eyes heavy lidded and his cheeks flushed as he leans down to kiss you. His cock drags over your thigh before you spread your legs and hitch them up on his hips, one of your hands snaking between your bodies to position him at your entrance. 

Jihoon takes in a deep, shuddering breath before beginning to push forward, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth dropping open as he feels the heat of you around his cock for the first time. The condom is a foreign sensation after all these weeks of taking Yoongi bare, and the fact that it’s Jihoon inside you instead of him is even more odd, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. 

Because it does, he does, especially when you remember that it’s been ten days since you had anything but a vibrator. Jihoon is warm, and thick, and real, and best of all, he’s holding back whimpers, his eyes closed and his face screwed up in pleasure, his hips jerking into yours in little thrusts like he can’t bear to keep still. 

When he bottoms out, he collapses to his elbows, leaving his chest pressed against yours and his face just inches away, every microscopic change in his expression obvious to you with him so close. 

You can tell he’s steeling himself to pull out, his jaw clenching and his brow furrowing as he draws his hips back slowly, his cock leaving the warm clutch of your pussy until only the head remains. You don’t even think he’s breathing, his cheeks turning red and his face growing pained, like it feels so good, it hurts. 

He slides back in and you make the mistake of squeezing down, and that’s when he stutters, “F-fuck, I can’t- ‘m sorry, I’m gonna fucking-”

His cock jerks and twitches and there’s a muted burst of warmth inside of you, one that’s contained in rubber as he tips into the abyss, his forehead dropping down to rest on your collarbone and his body shaking on top of yours. 

His gasps sound more like sobs, his beautiful, diminutive cries of pleasure making you flutter around him, prolonging his orgasm until he’s hissing through clenched teeth and digging his hips into yours as if in retribution. 

He starts to soften inside of you and you’re content to let him rest and recuperate, but Yoongi has other ideas. 

“Get up,” he commands, making your eyes flick over to him, a glower overtaking your face when he repeats himself. “Jihoon, get up.”

Jihoon reaches down and grips the base of his cock as he withdraws from you, holding the condom in place and cringing when he fully leaves your pussy. He slips the condom off and ties a clumsy knot, tossing it in the waste basket that sits under Yoongi’s bedside table before shuffling off the bed. 

He doesn’t look at you, and you wonder if he’s too embarrassed or if he thinks he’ll be met with disappointment. Maybe both, and Yoongi certainly isn’t helping the situation. You don’t know what he’s playing at, rushing Jihoon like this, being so harsh when Jihoon’s at his most vulnerable, but you don’t care for it. 

“Yoongi,” you murmur lowly, a warning in your voice. 

“Baby, I’m not doing this to be mean. I just want him to learn,” Yoongi placates you, rising from the chair and pointing at it. He waits for Jihoon to take a seat before making his way toward you, gripping the back of his shirt to haul it off as he walks. He sheds his sweats next, his boxers dropping with them, and when you set your eyes on his cock, they almost bulge out of your head. 

You think this is the hardest you’ve ever seen him, his dick a purplish rose and his balls heavy, full. You’re speechless, wide eyed, as he climbs onto the bed and reaches for your legs. He arranges you how he wants, planting his hands on the underside of your thighs and pushing them up against your body until he can get his shoulders under your knees. 

One hand settles next to your head for balance and the other grips his cock, lightly smacking your pussy with it, the weeping head landing right on your swollen clit. You squirm and gasp at the feeling, your entrance clenching around nothing, pushing out more of your arousal to drip down your ass onto the bed. 

He does it again, and again, and again, until you’re whimpering and clawing at him, ready to beg him to just fucking put it in already, and that’s when he guides his cock into place and slides home. 

You and Yoongi moan in unison, yours more high pitched than his though both ring with relief. 

Him and Jihoon don’t feel all that different but Yoongi is familiar, Yoongi is loved, Yoongi is yours,  and that heightens every sensation. He stays buried in you, his gaze locked with yours, possession burning in his eyes like a wildfire. 

You’re sure it’s because he gets to feel you bare and Jihoon doesn’t, and you wonder if he’s staying still for so long because he wants you to remember who you belong with. Then you feel him twitch inside of you and notice the tension on his face, and you know that’s not the case at all. 

It’s that he’s inches away from doing exactly what Jihoon did, except he doesn’t have the excuse of being a virgin. 

Yoongi hasn’t cum early in years, has practically become a paragon of self-control and patience, lasting long enough to get you there twice even when you first did away with the condoms. You’re almost gleeful to discover he’s so close to the edge right now, and you’re about to clamp down around him and push him even closer when his eyes harden and he mutters, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

And you try to listen, you really, really do, but you just can’t help the way your pussy responds to him, especially when he uses that voice on you. 

So truly, it’s not even your fault when your walls swallow around his cock and suck him in deeper, the ragged groan he lets out only making you clench down more. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” you whisper faintly, taking a deep breath and attempting to relax your inner muscles as he starts to pull out. “Don’t go,” you whimper, clinging to whatever skin you can reach, one hand wrapping around the wrist next to your head and the other flying down to grasp his hip.

You’re not strong enough to hold him in place, so you know it’s of his own volition when he stops moving, your cunt squeezing around what’s still inside, your whole body begging him not to leave. 

He leans in close and narrows his eyes at you, probably trying to see if you’re playing some kind of trick on him, but you know there’s nothing in your gaze but a frantic wish to keep him inside, to finally feel him fuck you like you’ve needed for the last ten days. 

His face softens into something fond and he murmurs, “Gonna give you what you need, baby.”

Then, with his eyes still on yours, he calls out, “Jihoon, c’mere.”

You hear him padding over to the bed, and you’re sure he’s just as confused as you are at his sudden involvement. Yoongi straightens up, breaking free of your hold and sitting back on his knees before gripping your hips tightly and pulling your ass into his lap, filling you with his cock and making space at the head of the bed in one rough move. 

“Get on the bed, grab her hands,” Yoongi tells Jihoon, his stern voice leaving no room for questioning. 

It seems Jihoon has learned his lesson by now, obeying Yoongi quickly and carefully, sliding into place behind you with his legs spread under your shoulders. His hands reach for yours and you offer them with only a little apprehension, gasping when he lifts your upper body enough for your head to rest on his thigh, your hands held against his toned stomach. 

“Comfy, babe?” Yoongi asks you, waiting for you to nod before drawing his hips back until only the tip rests inside of you. He shoves forward, his pelvis smacking into your ass, a slick squelch sounding when he bottoms out. 

He doesn’t give you any time to get used to it, every thrust that follows just as deep, just as vicious. 

The rhythm of his cock slamming into you overtakes your heartbeat, your cunt throbbing and drooling around him as he rams into you, forcing your wetness out of your pussy and your thoughts out of your head. 

Soon enough, you’re mindless with pleasure and writhing in their laps, arching into and away from the wicked bucking of Yoongi’s hips, his cock plunging into you so fast and so hard, you aren’t sure you’ll survive. 

You can’t stop crying either, whining and blubbering nonsense words intercut with your boyfriend’s name, pleading for him to keep going because you’ll die if he stops but also he might kill you if he doesn’t. 

“You can take it, baby,” Yoongi breathlessly assures you, his eyes lighting up with a devilish idea. “Maybe you just need something to focus on. Turn your head.” 

Maybe he’s right, maybe you do just need to devote what little brain power you have left to something, so you turn your head and there it is, Jihoon’s bright red, rock hard cock. 

With a desirous moan, you lean forward and drag your tongue up the side of his shaft, following one of the veins that winds around his dick like a vine. He chokes out a groan, his hands holding yours tighter when you tilt your head back and whimper, “Jihoon, please, put it in my mouth.”

There are tears streaming down your cheeks as you part your lips, laying your tongue out to entice him more. Yoongi is still fucking you, hasn’t let up for even a second, and you can feel his eyes on you as Jihoon transfers your hands to one of his and grips the base of his dick, pointing it in your direction and slowly feeding it into your mouth. 

The angle is awkward but you can work with it, letting out a garbled ‘thank you’ and consciously relaxing your throat so he can slide deeper inside. 

“That’s my girl, such nice manners,” Yoongi coos with a slight tone of condescension, watching as you swallow around Jihoon’s cock and fight not to choke. 

“Wanna feel something amazing?” Yoongi asks Jihoon, who mutters doubtfully, “Something better than this?” and then he must nod because Yoongi says, “Put your hand on her throat. You can squeeze a little.”

Both of your hands are still gathered up in one of Jihoon’s, and you feel his free hand tentatively wrap around your neck, making you whine around him and clench around Yoongi. 

“Fuck, is that my-” An avid groan cuts him off, his fingers spasming on your throat, though they don’t tighten to the point of pain. 

A trickle of precum slides down your esophagus and you swallow again, your throat working around his thick cock, taking in another inch. You’re almost at the root now, close enough for your chin to brush his balls, and you’re about to get the last little bit inside when Yoongi scoops his hips on a stroke out and grinds right over your g-spot. 

You squeak and jerk between them, your back arching as he starts to aim every single thrust there, battering the patch of nerves until you think you’ll cum just from this, just from his dick inside of you. 

Then you feel his hand work itself between your thighs, his fingers cruel and exacting on your clit, and you have to pull off of Jihoon to gasp for air as an orgasm tears through you like a tornado, your pleasure wild, furious, devastating. 

He doesn’t let up for even a minute, fucking you through it and leaning down over you to sink a hand into your hair, guiding your mouth back to Jihoon’s cock. 

“Make him cum, baby.”

You bury him in your mouth again, nuzzling down until your nose brushes his skin and his cock fills your throat. He twitches and leaks, and you just know he’s close, but you don’t have the right angle to bob your head up and down, to give him any friction. All you can do is swallow and moan plaintively and hope it’ll be enough to carry him over the edge. 

Your teary eyes flicker up and lock with his, and that’s what does it. His face crumples and a strangled moan forces its way out of his mouth as his cum shoots down your throat, his cock twitching, pulsing, throbbing between your lips. His grasp on your hands is so tight, it almost hurts, but the fingers on your neck never grip harder, never constrict to the point of suffocation. 

Your throat convulses around him and he pulls out with a wounded sound, probably too sensitive to stay in the wet heat of your mouth any longer. His hand pets your neck and glides up to your face, wiping your tears away and cupping your cheek as Yoongi’s fingers start to swirl between your legs again. 

You don’t know if you have another release left in you, but if you do, Yoongi will draw it out, and he’ll do it with a smile on his face. He’s mean that way, but so nice too, and now that all you have to focus on is the feeling of him surging in and out of you, the spark of painful bliss is familiar. 

It reminds you that you’ve survived him before, and that this time won’t be any different even if you don’t feel like the same person after. 

Yoongi fucks you like he’s remaking you in the shape of him, like he wants to take you down to your nuts and bolts then build you back up in a new form, one that bears his signature. It’s raw and rough and filthy, but beautiful too, which is always how he leaves you feeling when he’s had his way with you. 

That’s the last thought you have before he sweeps all of them up and away with one final circle of his fingers on your sensitive, swollen clit. 

Euphoria and agony battle within you, your climax excruciating but rapturous, sending you into a spiral of warring sensations that have you near delirious until finally, finally, finally, Yoongi lets himself break. 

You whimper at the feeling of his cock hardening and twitching in your spent pussy but his cum flowing into you is a balm, soaking your delicate, tender walls with a warm wash of white. You breathe through the sting of overstimulation, your eyes watering again and your body shuddering between Jihoon and Yoongi. 

Sometimes Yoongi stays inside after but you think he can tell you’re too wrung out, so he carefully slides out of you and lowers your legs from his shoulders, his palms gliding up and down your thighs in a soothing manner. 

“Jihoon,” he says softly, his eyes still on you. “Go through that door and grab a washcloth from the closet, the softest one you can find. Get it wet with some warm water and bring it here.”

Jihoon is quick to follow Yoongi’s instruction, supporting your neck as he slips out from under you and brushing a thumb over your cheekbone before he leaves. 

You hear the opening and closing of a door, then running water, then the quiet padding of feet on hardwoods. Your eyes have fluttered closed but you’re not surprised when you feel gentle hands cleaning you up, dabbing the washcloth between your legs, mindful of your sensitivity. 

They fly open when you hear Yoongi say, “You can stay in the guestroom, if you want. It’s clean and ready for you.”

“You can stay in the guestroom, Jihoon is staying right here,” you assert, reaching blindly for him and clinging to his hand when you find it. 

The time after losing your virginity can be fraught with emotion, and you’re not going to make Jihoon go through that alone. You also happen to feel unbearably fond of him now, and you’re itching to give him the affection he deserves after listening to Yoongi so well. 

Yoongi just holds his hands up in surrender, muttering, “You’re middle spoon, then.”

As if that’s some kind of hardship. 

Yoongi pulls two pairs of pajamas and a big t-shirt out of his drawer, passing one set over to Jihoon before walking over to you and carefully pulling the t-shirt over your head. He reaches into the arm holes and pulls your arms through like you can’t do it yourself, and you’d tease him if you didn’t feel so exhausted, you could pass out. 

You have to get up so Yoongi can strip the comforter off the bed, and instead of putting it in the wash like he should, he just tosses it to the floor and grabs the backup from the closet. He waits for you to get under the sheets before throwing it over you, letting it float down to cover the bed and climbing in behind you. 

Clothed in his borrowed pajamas, Jihoon awkwardly hovers by the side of the bed, looking unsure. You turn down his side of the comforter and reach a tired hand out, sighing contentedly when he blushes, smiles, and slides in, snuggling up against you. 

Yoongi’s arm wraps around your waist and yours wraps around Jihoon’s, and the three of you sink into sleep easily, comfortably, warmly, even as the sun rises and seeps through the edges of your blackout curtains. 

They’re making breakfast together and chatting about music when you limp downstairs, fresh out of the shower and starving out of your mind. You wonder if it will be awkward, but then Yoongi presses a kiss to your cheek and raises a brow at Jihoon, clapping him on the shoulder when he does the same, and that's how you know things will be just fine.

AN: would not exist without @bbychocolat jokingly saying "woozi yoongi threesome" and the help of @highvern @whipped-for-kpop-fics @wooahaeproductions and @daechwitatamic! thank you all for sharing your yoongi expertise and holding my hand throughout this journey (and it was a journey)

i've never written yoongi before!! pls tell me your thoughts i am desperate to know 💖

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In The End - MYG (Teaser)

»Summary: Han Y/n, hailing from a prominent family in Seoul, returns to South Korea after years abroad. Amid her family's internal power struggle for their hotel empire, Y/ns disinterest in the chairman position disrupts the status quo. A mysterious phone call prompts her return, marking a turning point. As she confronts her arranged marriage to Min Yoongi, a once-fancied childhood crush, the stark reality sets in. The contrast between her youthful fantasies and the complex man he has become introduces unforeseen chaos.

»pairing: Husband! Yoongi x Wife! reader

»genre: Arranged Marriage AU, Angst,

»wc/date: 1k | August 2023

» warnings: Angst, Yoongi is cold, reader is cold but eventually opens up and is very independent, eventual smut. All other warnings that may come will be noted on each part.

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»  Part 1

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the opulent room where Han Y/n and Min Yoongi found themselves entangled in a fierce argument. The atmosphere was charged with tension, as their words collided like storm fronts.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Y/n's voice trembled with frustration, her eyes sparking with emotion. "You act as if my feelings don't matter at all. Like I'm just a pawn in this marriage game, waiting to fulfill my duty."

Yoongi's brows furrowed, his gaze locking onto Y/n's. "And what about me, Y/n? Do you think I had any choice in this? You're not the only one whose life has been disrupted."

Her lips trembled as she fought to hold back tears. "You think I don't know that? Do you think I'm naïve? I've been living this reality my entire life. But that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to feel hurt or angry when you treat me like a stranger."

Yoongi's patience wore thin, frustration mounting in his voice. "So, what, you expect me to sweep you off your feet and play the part of the dashing prince? Is that what you want? This isn't some romantic drama, Y/n. This is real life, with real responsibilities."

"No, but you're not making it any easier!" Y/n's voice quivered with raw emotion. "I've been trying so hard to make this work, to understand you, to be a good wife even when you're distant and cold. And what do I get in return? Indifference and disregard."

A bitter laugh escaped Yoongi's lips, his patience waning. "You act like you're the only one who's suffering here. Do you think I wanted this? To be tied to someone I barely know? You're not the only one who's sacrificed, Y/n."

Her eyes flashed with anger, the pain beneath her frustration bleeding through. "You talk about sacrifice, Yoongi, but have you ever considered what it's like for me? To be shoved into a life I never asked for, with a man who barely acknowledges my existence?"

Yoongi's restraint snapped, his voice rising as anger flared within him. "You knew the terms when you agreed to this marriage, Y/n. You knew that our families were binding us together for their own gain. Don't act like you're the victim here."

The words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and regret. Y/n's tears finally spilled over, her voice cracking as she retorted, "And what about you? Have you ever once tried to see things from my perspective? To understand the weight of expectations that I'm carrying?"

Yoongi's jaw clenched, his tone harsher than before. "You talk about expectations? My entire life has been built around expectations – from my family, and from the industry. And now, I have the added weight of being a husband forced upon me. Don't think for a second that you're the only one dealing with pressure."

Y/n's voice wavered, the pain in her eyes cutting through her anger. "Is it so wrong to want something more? To want a connection, a partnership based on more than just duty? We're both trapped in this, Yoongi, but it doesn't mean we can't find a way to make it bearable."

"Life isn't always about finding happiness, Y/n," Yoongi's voice softened slightly, tinged with bitterness. "Sometimes it's about fulfilling responsibilities, no matter how painful."

Tears glistened in Y/n's eyes, her voice trembling as she whispered, "But what's the point of it all if we're just two strangers sharing a house? Is this the life we're doomed to live?"

Before Yoongi could respond, before he could unleash another wave of his own frustration, Y/n's eyes blazed with an intensity he hadn't seen before. And then, as if the floodgates had burst open, she shouted, "But do you even know what love is, Yoongi? Have you ever loved someone?"

"Love, Y/n? Is this what this is about? Something as pointless as love? If I had known you'd act like the spoiled rich brat I always remembered you to be, I wish I never signed those papers, never agreed to marry you in the first place. Grow up, you aren't in America anymore, and you aren't in some fucking fantasy world, we are in reality."  A bitter edge crept into his voice.

Y/n's eyes widened, her heart twisting with hurt and anger. His words struck a deep chord, cutting through her defenses. The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of their unspoken emotions.

A tense pause hung in the air, a silence broken only by the sound of their strained breaths. And then, as if a dam had broken within her, Y/n's voice trembled with an unexpected vulnerability. "I've fallen in love with you, Despite the walls you've put up, despite all the pain you've caused me, I've fallen in love with you all over again."

Time seemed to freeze in that instant. Yoongi's eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. The intensity of her confession hung heavily in the air, a declaration that shattered the fragile equilibrium of their argument.

As the rain began to pour outside, the room was steeped in a heavy silence. The weight of her words settled around them, each drop of rain echoing their unspoken emotions. And then, without another word, Y/n turned abruptly, her footsteps echoing through the grand corridor as she rushed towards the door.

"Wait!" Yoongi's voice finally broke through, laced with a rawness he rarely displayed. Raindrops splattered against the windows as he took a step forward, his eyes searching for hers, desperate to find a connection that had been missing for far too long. "Y/n!"

But Y/n's steps didn't falter. The weight of her confession still hung heavy in the air, and the intensity of her own feelings overwhelmed her. She needed to escape, to find solace in solitude, to come to grips with the reality that she had bared her heart to a man who might never reciprocate.

As the door slammed shut, the room fell silent once more, the aftermath of their argument settling like dust. Yoongi's hands clenched into fists, his mind racing. He was left alone with his thoughts, with Y/n's confession echoing in his ears, the sound of her retreating footsteps fading into the distance along with the sound of raindrops tapping against the windowpane.

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Flawed - myg

Genre: Fluffy asf, slight angst

Warnings: self-harm scars, and that's really it lovelies.

Word count: 2K

Request: can you write one where yoongi is y/n’s neighbor (either he recently moved there or she did, doesn’t matter) and y/n is pretty introverted and has had a tough life. she deals w self-harm (if ur not comfortable writing this part its totally fine, you can skip it or u can just make it so that it was in the past and she doesn’t currently do it anymore) and depression. she’s a painter but is always self conscious of her paintings/drawings but he sees them and appreciates them, they become good friends, and both open up to eachother, their windows are next to eachother in a way so they always meet up on the roof that’s connected to their window(idk if i’m making sense lol) and they lay there talk and stare at the stars. you can end it however u want but this is the gist of what i was thinking (also, if you do decide to write the SH part, u don’t have to write the act of it, just him maybe seeing them and her talking about it and him comforting her about it) and ofc if u can make it fluffy lol

Ofc!! I hope you don't mind the direction I took it :)))

These small moments of peace are what keep you sane. 

A good book, a new favorite song, rainy days spent on your sofa watching movies. 

The small moments in between are what really matter – between the chaos and excitement, where nothing really matters more than how warm you are bundled up under your favorite blanket or how the breeze moves through you perfectly on an evening walk. 

This moment was one of those moments. 

Sat on the small chair you had on the fire-escape you’d turned into a nice enough little balcony. A warm cup of coffee clutched by your cold fingers as the autumn morning breeze chilled them. 

The apartment across from yours had been empty for some time, not that you minded at all. Their fire escape was no more than 10 feet away from yours, the buildings almost hugging in this gridlocked city you moved to. 

But today it seemed your peace was over, as you could see through the window that someone was moving in. You sighed briefly as you stood, empty mug in hand as you stepped back into your apartment through the small window before closing it behind you, catching a glimpse of who you presume would be your new neighbor. 

He peered at you through his own window, a small curious smile playing on his lips as he gave you a small wave. 

You returned it, giving a small smile of your own before you turned away. 

One of the thing’s you found yourself grateful for was the size of your apartment. It wasn’t large or glamorous by any stretch of the imagination, but you had enough room for a small art studio in one of the bedrooms. 

You smiled to yourself almost unconsciously as you eyed down a blank canvas, the gentle features of your new neighbor flooding your mind, and you wondered for a moment how often you’d have to run into him. 

-

You leaned against the front door to your apartment as it shut, a deep wave of relief washing over you to finally be home. The late-night shifts at your job always had been the most draining, and today was no different. 

You slid off your jacket after you finally managed to push yourself from the door and hung it on the rack. As you reached up to hang it, the sleeve of your sweater raised up slightly, revealing the scars you’d long-since stopped collecting. They served as reminder as to why you stopped, but from time-to-time, they seemed more to be egging you on rather than reminding you why you stopped. 

Another small sigh left your lips as you gently rubbed over your wrist, before pulling your sleeve back down. 

After making yourself a cup of tea and grabbing your sketchbook, you headed over to the window and climbed out onto the fire escape. You sat down and brought your knees up, resting your sketchbook on them as you opened up to a fresh page. Your new neighbor had decorated his own fire escape with plants and fairy lights, a very nice sight in comparison to the empty one it’d been days before. 

You began to sketch the scene in front of you, looking up every so often to refresh your memory, but this time when you looked up, the man that’d waved at you a few days prior was standing in front of you, a cup of coffee in his hands as he stood out on his fire escape; looking at you with another one of his small smiles. 

“Hope you don’t mind, I used yours as inspiration,” You sat confused for a second before realizing he was referring to your own “balcony”. 

“Not at all, gives me something new to look at,” You smiled, going back down to your drawing, copying down the way the vines of one of his plants wrapped around the railing. 

“What are you doing up so late, anyways?” He asked, now leaning over an un-occupied portion of the railing. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” you responded, not looking up from your paper. 

“I just got off work,” you smiled, looking up briefly with the intention of getting another look at how the lights were hanging, but instead just looked at him and back down again. 

“Me too.” 

-

As weeks passed, you’d gotten to know the man with the pretty fire escape, Yoongi, pretty well. You both got off work around the same time and made your way out so you could talk to one another, and tonight was no different. 

“You can’t just tell me that you paint and then refuse to show me anything you’ve painted, that’s just cruel!” You giggled, pulling your jacket closer to your body as the cool air nipped at your skin. 

“I wouldn’t say cruel, I was just making conversation! How was I supposed to know that you’d want to see it?” You smiled lightly, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you looked up at the night sky, Something Yoongi and you had started doing so you could point out different constellations to one another, and now continue doing so you can talk for more  time without having to sit up. 

“Who hears about someone doing any form of art and doesn’t immediately want to experience it? That’s like going up to someone and telling them you have fresh-baked brownies but and not letting them have any,” 

“What if I made the brownies for myself? I didn’t go through all the trouble of baking a whole pan of brownies just to hand them out to people, I made the brownies so I could eat them.” 

“Ah, an artist who creates for themselves, keeping the beauty of their creations to themselves while the rest of the world remains blissfully unaware of what it could be experiencing. Truly the most cruel act I can imagine,” His voice was more serious than his previous digs at you, but even without looking at him, you knew he was smiling as he spoke. 

“That’s a lot easier to say when you don’t have art to hide. When it’s just yours you can appreciate it, the work you put into it and the flaws that make it yours. But when showing it to others, they might not have the same appreciation for it,” 

While it was true that there was a point in time where you desperately wanted the world to see what you’d spent so much time creating, that time has long since passed; the words of the ones you’d shown your art to etched into your brain and no matter how much you tried to shake them away, they still cling in your memory. 

There was a silence, not an uncomfortable or long one, but one where you both sat and thought about what was said, still staring up at the stars that twinkled softly. 

“I make music, you know,” You looked over at him, suddenly less engulfed in the way the stars shone and more interested in whatever Yoongi had to say; yet his gaze remained fixed up at the sky. “I never wanted to show anyone until one day I did, and now…” he was silent, but you could see his lips begin to curve upward before you decided to turn your attention back to the sky.

“Well now I let the world listen, and in return, it thanks me.”

-

You were honestly half-asleep on your sofa when a gentle knock on your door startled you back to the land of the living. You stood up and paused the show and threw your blanket over your couch, having no idea who could possibly be here and how judgmental they would be about blanket-placement. 

You opened your door to see Yoongi, smiling somewhat nervously. You turned and peered at the time on your stove, surprised that it was already nearly 3 in the morning. 

“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind, I just thought we could like actually hang out, instead of just sitting on the fire escape,” he noticed your hesitation and quickly spoke again. “I meant like out for a coffee or something, you don’t have to invite me in-” 

“Yeah sure, sorry, I’m still half asleep. You can come in while I change,” You stepped aside and opened your door a little further to allow him in. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back,” 

You smiled as you closed the door and swiftly moved back to your room to but on something more inappropriate than sweatpants and the oversized t-shirts of one of your ex’s. 

You walked back out to the living room, but he wasn’t there. You furrowed your brow briefly before you realized that there was only one other room he could possibly be in. You ran to your studio, the lights now on with Yoongi staring at all the paintings you had propped up against the wall. 

“These are…” He trailed off, never taking his eyes away from your work to acknowledge you were even in the room. 

“Not really that great, I know, but they weren’t really meant to be seen-” 

“Y/n, these are amazing,” He looked at you now, his smile shining brightly before he looked back at them, almost in disbelief at how good they were, at how good you were. “How have you never shown these to anyone?” 

You silently leaned up against the wall, thinking back to the last time you had shown someone. “The last person that saw anything I made had a very different reaction than you,” He tore his eyes away from them and moved them to you, confusion strewn about his features, as if he couldn’t fathom anyone seeing your art any differently than he had. 

“It was a long time ago, anyway,” You looked down at your feet, shifting awkwardly as you tried to move on from the tense moment. “He just didn’t really like anything that wasn’t perfect, and everything I make is full of flaws.” 

“But that’s what makes it beautiful, isn’t it?” He asks, taking a few steps closer to you. “Like with most things, the more flawed; the more human that they are, the more beautiful they are,” He was right in front of you now, taking in your features as you did his, much different now in decent lighting and not from completely different buildings. 

He was much softer than he seemed from the fire escape. His eyes warmer and cheeks fuller, he almost seemed ethereal standing in front of you, praising the art you poured your heart and soul into. 

He reached out for your hands, pulling your sleeve up slightly where he feels the healed-over ridges of what once was the worst pain you’ve ever felt, and your heart jumped; someone seeing both your art and your scars within the same 3-minute window of time being much too vulnerable for you. 

He looked down at your arm, wanting to fully see what he was feeling, not fully believing his first thought when he felt them. 

Your arm pulled out flat in front of him as he gently pushed your sleeve up further to reveal more of the scars that littered your body. 

“More of that flawed, human stuff,” You spoke softly, trying to make a joke that came out sounding a lot more depressing than you had intended it to be. 

He brushed his thumb over it softly, realizing he’d stumbled into much more than an art studio when he came over for an innocent cup of coffee. 

Moving almost as if he had no control over his actions, his hands moved to your cheeks and his lips to yours, engulfing you in a kiss that portrayed so much more than words ever could. 

The voices in your head telling you all the negative things about yourself fell away as he filled you with positivity; filled you with reassurance and understanding that no one else had been able to offer you with all the words that they knew. 

He softly pulled away, your foreheads connected and his hands still cupping your face as you opened your eyes to see him already looking back at you with his warm dark eyes. 

“And all the more beautiful it makes you.”

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Give Me A Taste - MYG (18+)

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, established relationship au

Wordcount: 1.3k+

Summary: Yoongi is down bad for you, he has been missing your taste crazily. Thanks to unexpected turns of events and a cancelled show, he can finally satiate his hunger for you.

Warnings: Titty fucking, yes, he fucks her tits, tit play (a bit), fingering, he cums on her chest, a heated make out, Unprotected sex (don't try this at home), NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: It's been a minute since I have written anything for Mr. Min. so... here it is. also, this is an apology because I won't be able to update WDBHG this week. I'm so sorry.:(

You are trying your best to scrub off the burnt patch of your frying pan when you hear the door lock chiming its jovial sound. 

“What the –” muttering to yourself, you start peeling off the washing gloves from your hands. It’s only you and Yoongi who know the passcode of your shared home. You are inside the condo and Yoongi is out on a world tour still having three more weeks to come back home. So it’s definitely a trespasser, or worse, a burglar or a robber trying to break into your house. 

Your blood runs cold at the thought as you walk towards the door for taking a look at the doorbell screen. Your steps halt when you see your boyfriend putting off his shoes and slipping into home slippers. 

“Yoongi?” you whisper, your eyes fill with moisture at an instant. It’s been nearly three months since you last saw him, smelled his calming scent, traced his skin with your fingertips. You have been missing him crazily and a brief phone or video call a day does absolutely nothing to quench your thirst. 

“One of the shows got canceled due to extreme weather conditions, we have a week till the next one. So, we decided to rest for a bit.” Yoongi reasons in his usual calm voice, before you get to ask him. He comes to stand right in front of you as you keep on staring at him. 

“Oh. Have you-” 

“Are you just going to stare at me?” Yoongi cuts you off. His face is unreadable but his eyes are dark, which makes it hard for you to assume anything. 

“No, I-” 

You get cut off again but this time because Yoongi slams his lips onto yours, pinning you to the nearest wall. 

Your boyfriend is usually calm and collected but he becomes a beast when lust takes over his senses. 

He grabs your wrists with both of his hands, pinning those above your head as he presses his body on yours. 

He kisses you hungrily, as if trying to lavish your lips for all the times he was away from you. You kiss him back with just as much urgency. The make out session is so heated that it spreads heat all over your body, including your pussy that just started wetting your cotton panties. 

You realize Yoongi is on the same page when his semi hard bulge presses on your stomach. 

He bites down on your lower lip, pulling it with his teeth before leaving you fucked up with only kisses. 

Yoongi loves you. Oh hell! It will be underestimated to say that he just loves you. He is obsessed with you! He craves for you like a lunatic. He starves for you. 

This prolonged period of staying away from you has been taking a toll on him, that’s why he came rushing back to you as soon as he got the chance. 

He looks at you with hooded eyes, stares down at your swollen lips then at your perked nipples. Fuck! You look heavenly like this. He can’t wait to feel your warmth wrapped around his length.

“I’ve missed you,Y/N. I can barely control myself anymore.” Yoongi whispers as he latches his lips to your throat, placing soft and lingering kisses wherever he could reach. 

“You don’t need to control yourself, Yoongi. I am all yours. Do whatever you want. I am all yours.” You breathe out. Yoongi’s tight grip on your wrists arouses you by an impossible amount. 

“Yes baby. I am going to fuck you so good now. But before that.. Give me a taste? Will you?” Yoongi’s low voice sends a trail of goosebumps all over your body. You suddenly find an urge to shy away from him and his eyes which are currently boring in your chest, more precisely, your nipples.  

Yoongi finds it adorable the way you get a little shy whenever he asks for a taste of your tits. He loves your tits, he can never get enough of those and fucking your tits is one of his most favourite ways of ruining you. 

He leaves your hands and clutches at the rim of your oversized tshirt to pull it off of your body. His eyes turn even darker as soon as you are topless in front of him. 

He palms your tits for a few moments. You push your tits out to enjoy more of his touch by arching your back. Yoongi chuckles at your eagerness. 

“Guess you missed me too, darling?” he squeezes both of your tits at the same time to erect a soft contained sigh from your lips. 

“You have no idea how much.” you murmur while enjoying Yoongi’s rough hands on your soft supple flesh. 

His fingers find your nipples and he twists those to satisfy himself, “then you will let me fuck your titties today, won’t you?” 

“I will…” you voice somehow. 

Yoongi bends down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. 

As soon as the bud is inside his mouth, he starts lapping it up with his saliva before sucking it hard. All of your breath is knocked out when he worries your nipple between his teeth, not quite biting it rather playing with it with practiced skills.  

One of your hands finds its way to his long dark hair, nails raking through his scalp, earning a moan from your boyfriend. Your other hand travels down to south, brushing through the rough material of his jeans, grabbing his bulge and rubbing it to satiate your burning need that has developed for him.  

Yoongi repeats his actions with your other nipple, arousing you more and more.  

You are far too gone with the pleasure to notice that Yoongi has smeared your chest with his saliva, seemingly preparing you tits to take his cock. 

“Should we head to the couch now?” he asks with his gentle yet low voice. You nod eagerly. 

He lifts you up effortlessly, carries you to the couch and lays you down. Swiftly removing the rest of your clothes and leaving you lying naked on the couch, he reaches for his own clothes. 

His cock springs out of his boxers, tall and proud and ready to fuck you. He smirks, feeling you eyeing him like the horny, hungry girl that you are. 

Yoongi climbs on top of you, places his knees on either side of you, and lines his cock in the middle of your tits. You squeeze your tits tightly to make a tight passage for your boyfriend’s greedy cock. 

His first thrust is a little messy, the head of his cock nudges you on your chin, painting your chin with his precum. 

The next thrusts are more stable and steady and soon you hear Yoongi groaning in pleasure. He is such a goner when it comes to your tits. You tighten your tits even more to rile him up. 

“B-Baby, ugh, Y/N! I will c-cum at this rate.” Yoongi whines. Your eyes roll back at the sensation of his cock being squeezed by your big tits. 

But you start seeing stars when you feel Yoongi’s fingers parting your folds and drawing tight circles on your clit. 

“Oh my– Yoongi” you fumble to make any coherent sentence. 

Arousal pools out of your hole and creates a mess down there.

Apparently, it’s too much for Yoongi to take in your fucked up state, your wetness on his fingers and your tits squeezing the hell out of his cock, all together. His dick starts twitching and before he could warn you, he is cumming all over your face, throat and chest. 

Your grip on your tits loosen as you bring your hand to wipe your face off. When your vision returns to you, you find Yoongi licking your juices off of his fingers while maintaining a steady eye contact with you. He definitely doesn’t look like someone who just cummed all over you. 

Repositioning himself, Yoongi lowers his head to the level of your cunt and chuckles in his breathy voice, “Next up is your pussy. Give me a taste, yeah?” 

And you know you are going to have a long day ahead.

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pair : Yoongi x reader (f.) word count : 6.7k+ genre : arrange marriage (a healthy type), they're just exploring married life...., smut, fluff

warnings : depression, anxiety, fingering, orgasms, protected intercourse, dirty thoughts, (tell me if there's anything else)

As the plane finally takes off after a delay of more than an hour, Yoongi sighs in relief. He looks at you, who sits beside him, his beautiful wife. Everytime he looks at you he can't stop appreciating how beautiful you are.

You smile at him a bit then take your book out from your bag. Yoongi watches you trying hard to ignore his presence and focus on the ink on paper.

He wants to talk to you and thinks of different ways for how to initiate a conversation with you without disturbing. At last he decides on one and executes it. Coughs loudly and grabs your attention. You keep your book down and pass him the water bottle. He thanks you and you rub his back gently.

"You alright?" You ask and he nods.

"I downloaded that movie you were talking about" he says looking at you.

"Oh.. past lives?" You ask and he nods.

"Should I put it on?" He asks.

"Can I read for like just five minutes more? I'm at a very crucial part of the story..." you ask picking your book up again, unable to resist the urge to know what happens next.

"Sure" Yoongi says trying to read what you were reading. He really did want to read the same books as you and the ones you love and get to know you better.

You and Yoongi got married three days ago.

You both had known each other for three years now. You both were introduced to each other by your parents, talked often through texts. And soon realised you both weren't seeing anyone so you gave it a shot and went out on a date.

Your sister accidentally revealed the secret to your parents and they kept bugging you for two years to get married. After much deliberation and discussion, you both realised that you did like each other, your visions and goals aligned and hence, the possibility of a successful marriage seemed quite appealing.

You both weren't very dating oriented people, didn't like to fuck around or have relationships which would have no future. Instead you both had an unconventional idea of it all, that you'd meet someone like-minded, take things from there. Even marriage wasn't something you had dreamt a lot about. Although it did feel nice to walk down the aisle, and when you look in his eyes you have a feeling you are with the right person.

And when he looks at you, you know that he's falling for you and you... you have already fallen for him for a long time now.

There's a trust that you have on him, a bond of security which you know he won't violate. You both gave the honeymoon a chance to bring you two closer.

You finally opened up your mind after many pep talks by your sister who is married with two kids and trying for another, and firmly decided that you will not try to close yourself around him and try to be secretive.

Your sister got married with a man she'd known for only a year yet she was living a peaceful, mostly happy life with him.

You'd decided if things happen you won't try to unnecessarily resist and let them just flow.

You notice how he's trying to keep his hand in a position where it can lead to you touching his. To make things a little bit easier, you keep it on the center handrest between your two seats. After a minute, his hand rests beside yours. His elbow rubs on yours. He touches your hand with his pinky finger. Slowly his hand inches farther and covers yours completely.

You struggle to fight from blushing too hard, it only gets harder with the butterflies that flutter inside your tummy.

You intertwine your fingers with his. He audibly giggles for a second in excitement but then he tries to suppress it and looks here and there.

"Yoongi" you call him. "Look at me" you ask and he slowly turns his face towards you.

"Are you happy? If anything bothers you... we can talk" he says then brings his other hand towards your face and tucks your hair behind your ear. Finds that the earrings he had gifted you adorn your earlobes.

It was awkward on your wedding night. Your sister brought you two to your room before most people left and he was quite drunk, you were too so you two just slept. Him on the floor with a blanket laid beneath him and you on the bed. You would've argued about the arrangement but were too tired and drunk to do.

"No Yoon this is nice... really nice" you let him know your thoughts, no false pretensions in front of him.

He smiles before he picks your tangled fingers up and kisses your knuckles.

"I agree" he tells you with a smile.

"Wanna put on the film now?" You question and he brings the iPad out from his backpack. You both put on your headphones and play the movie.

The film breaks you, yet heals you in a way. You feel like if you were meant to find Yoongi too, you just feel that way about him that you two were meant to be. You were bound to somehow end up with him. In your eyes he was your perfect guy, your Mr. Right. Maybe he did have his flaws but you knew he was more than just his flaws.

You both mustn't have been in crazy kind of love yet you two knew that you were if not perfect but right for each other. It was in each other that you two finally found someone who understood.

At the end of the movie you received your food package. He ate your pickle for you, you eat his salad for him and that's how you know you two are perfect for each other.

When you wake from your nap, head cozily rested on Yoongi's shoulder you find that you were about to reach your destination in an hour.

You let Yoongi sleep for a little more as he was still in deep slumber. Get the chance to catch up with your reading again.

He likes how when he opens his eyes, the face he looks at is yours. The scent he sniffs beside him is yours.

"We're going to reach soon. You wanna freshen up?" You tell him. He looks around, there was still some time left to go to the restroom and he quickly left.

He comes back in a few minutes and you both watch the landscape outside as the plane starts to go downwards and the islands come in your sight.

"I'm so excited to spend the next five days here" he says, "with you" he quickly adds.

"Me too" you tell him touching his cheek.

The driver takes you both to your hotel after you pick up your luggage. The hotel was a bit far from the sea but it had a beautiful view from the room you both were given. It was quiet and surrounded by nature and small houses as opposed to the city view with skyscrapers that you two were used to.

The apartment that you two had shifted in gave a full view of the city from it's glass pane walls. Your living room especially and the way you had arranged your sofa set gave you the chance to relax while watching the world go on.

You wanted to not think about work, or home right now and allow yourself to completely immerse in the calmness of the island you were currently on.

You watch Yoongi help the housekeeper bring in your luggage and keeps it near the bed. He closes the door behind you then sits on the bed.

"You need anything?" He asks as he wipes off the sweat from his face.

"Nah I'm good. You?" You ask him instead. If he can take care of your needs, you can take care of his too.

"I'm so fucking tired... it wasn't that long a flight... my thirties are hitting me hard I guess..." he chuckles and you do too.

"We need to get a proper meal and then you'll be good. I'm sure" you say, he giggles.

"You wanna take a nap or go out?" He asks. He pulls his jeans down without any second thought. You know that he feels comfortable around you, you're his wife and he has no shame in front of you. Still you look away even though he's not fully naked.

He wears more comfy trousers and a matching t-shirt with it.

"Let's go out. We can always sleep later" you say. You open your shared suitcase and take a dress out from it. You had it all planned out which dress to wear on which day and the whole itinerary was already decided too.

Yoongi waits for you when you change in the bathroom. You put on some lotion on your hands and some lipbalm too... just in case things happen...

You somehow get how Yoongi feels towards you when you look in his eyes. His intentions are pretty straightforward. He does have expectations out of your marriage. He wants companionship and intimacy that should be present in a marriage.

You feel grateful for the full body treatment that your sister gifted you which included a full body wax, polishing and what not. Although you know Yoongi would love you no matter what.

It's not that you don't have the same expectations out of him. You aren't as blunt as him in your approach towards him, you get shy and hesitate a bit.

You love him.

He's your brightest star on a new moon night. He's your sunshine that appears after dark, gloomy, cloudy days which don't seem to go away.

You never knew if you were ever going to find love. If there was someone who would like you, understand you and somebody in whom you would find the qualities you looked for in a man. Yoongi was that guy for you.

He doesn't even knows how he's helping you heal your heart. Seven years ago you were in a situationship which lasted too long and left you so broken you didn't have it in yourself to look for love again.

And then your path crossed with Yoongi's. And now you both walked hand in hand on the same path together.

You walk closely with Yoongi when a guy working with the hotel tells you both to check the pool out. They had just completed cleaning it and with the current weather it would be a fun experience to hang out there.

He takes you towards the pool, hand in hand you like being like this him. With every passing second you just feel yourself getting closer to him.

But when you two reach there you look at yourself and then look around. Most people present were in swimsuits and you two were covered with t-shirts and jeans.

"It's too tempting... everyone seems to be having so much fun" he says with a hand on his waist as he looks around at couples and friends playing around in the water. Another excuse to just get closer to you.

"There are changing rooms over there. Should I just grab a pair of clothes from the room?" You ask him. Have always liked water too much to be able to resist.

"You wait here I'll go..." he quickly turns around.

"Hey no... you said you were tired. Just tell me what you need" you insist and he gives in.

"Blue shorts. Towel." He tells you and you smile at him before leaving with the key card.

Rummaging through the luggage you find his towel but not the shorts. You look under the shirts but the only thing you find is two boxes of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. It makes you gasp and smirk at the same time. He came prepared.

The topic of contraception had once come up between the two of you not about what you would personally use but more so as how it's usually considered a woman's duty than a mutual concern. And how most forms of hormonal birth control have side effects and how you once developed a nasty rash after taking the pill to delay your period for your sister's wedding.

The topic of kids had been discussed well in advance. You both wanted kids but maybe after some time, right now you had to focus on more important things.

You just keep the things where they were placed before and try to find the shorts that you found in between the shirts. You take a bralette and a pair of shorts for yourself. Wonder if Yoongi will like it, you're kinda sure that most of the men and their minds work the same.

You find Yoongi sitting on a bench waiting for you to come. He walks upto you when he sees you.

You both change when you step out his gaze does change but you see how he's trying to be respectful.

He goes inside the pool first then holds your hand and helps you come in although you insist you're fine.

"You know I learnt how to swim when I was like 4 so you needn't worry about me" you assure him and he smiles.

You show him that you do remember what you learnt by swimming around. He joins you and you both go to another corner and come back.

You talk about the weather and the food and some silly memories from your swimming lessons and have a good laugh.

You look around trying to capture everything with your eyes, remember it all. Your eyes see something disgusting and you immediately turn towards him and hold his arm.

"Hey... what happened" he gets flustered at your sudden change of expression.

"That man in the red boxers... he just touched himself looking at me, like he was smiling at me in such a creepy way... god" you sigh trying to get the sight out of your head.

"I'm gonna fucking break all of his teeth" Yoongi tries to walk upto the man and confront him but you stop him.

"We're in a foreign country I don't want you to get in trouble because of me... our honeymoon's just started..." you hold him while he fumes with anger. 

"I don't care.." he says.

"Yoongi... kiss me" you say.

"What?" He's taken aback by your request.

"Nobody will dare look at me then" before you complete speaking his lips are on yours.

Although it happened all of a sudden yet you feel the urge to deepen it. His hold on you grows tighter. You keep a hand on his cheek.

He smiles in between the kiss, you do too. It wasn't exactly your first kiss, you had kissed him once a couple years ago after a really romantic date when he dropped you off near your house.

This felt different. Now you actually have feelings for him, stronger than before. And the way he's kissing you, it tells you he has too.

"We can't get out of the pool without doing this..." you get away from him and splash water at him.

He pretends to be angry which makes you back off but he splashes water at you too, giggling. You try to get away but he's quick to catch you.

Your back hits his chest when he holds you from behind. His bare chest.

"You can't run away anymore" he whispers in your ear. Your stomach growls audibly.

"Let's get out and grab something to eat" you know you can't deny now that he knows you're hungry.

When you two eat, he holds your hand when you keep it on the table. Your legs touch under the table. You crave to touch him more but you are very aware of where you are sitting.

"Yoongi..." you take his name in a gentle tone.

"Hmm?" He hums in response while chewing.

"Do you think it's possible to love someone without knowing everything about them?" You ask, presenting your dilemma to him.

"Maybe. And we can't really know anyone like 100%. There's always some parts unknown to us. We can only know what they tell us and trust them that they're telling us the truth. I don't think it's necessary..." he tells you. You see the glint of hope in his eyes wondering if it's him that you love.

He takes your doubts away with his words. You were skeptical if what you thought was right. Maybe you didn't know everything about him but maybe you knew just enough to be able to love him. You wonder if he loves you too.

When he's not looking at his food mostly his eyes stay focused on you. He's absolutely mesmerised with you.

It was about to be time for the sun to set. You decide to go to the beach and witness it together, the meeting of the sun and the sea over the horizon.

It makes you giddy how he refuses to walk without your hand in his. A simple act yet it makes you feel so close to him.

You walk barefeet with him along the shore. The sea washes your feet again and again. Yoongi keeps his arm draped over your shoulders while you keep yours on his back. People look at you and smile. Old people reminisce the days of their lost youth. Young people envy how you two are so undeniably, deeply in love. People want to be in the place you're in.

As the sun comes down to meet the sea, so do Yoongi's lips to meet yours. You smile as he kisses you. You were at a fairly empty and quiet spot, just the two of you.

He makes you sit down and wraps his arm around your shoulder, you rest your head on his chest as you two watch the most beautiful sunset, more beautiful with your life partner by your side.

You pick his hand, the one resting on his knee. You caress his knuckles. Even his hands are a work of art. And you get to hold them.

You look up at him as he watches the sunset then looks at you and grins. You press your lips near his and whisper "I love you Yoongi"

His eyes sparkle when you tell him those words. The words you'd been contemplating about for so long and finally had the confidence and courage to tell him.

He touches his lips on your forehead and says the same thing. "I love you too baby" he tells you. You feel goosebumps run in your body, your heart rate speeds up, you have the widest smile on your lips. It feels surreal to you yet feels like you've known it for so long.

His hand rests really close to your ass as you two walk back to your room and you oddly find it familiar. It helps that you have trust in him, that's just the way you are, you don't get to a physical level with anyone you can't trust with your life. He is the one. The one you love, you trust, you respect. Your husband.

When you reach the room, you can sense the impatience in him as much as it exists in you. He quickly puts in the card and you are quicker to get inside and lock the door behind you.

You remove your sandals and he follows you removing his shoes. He walks towards the mini fridge under the television. He takes a bottle of whiskey out.

"Want this?" He shoots the question towards you.

"Yep" you purse your lips.

You know he's just hesitant to make the first move. He's just worried if you would think he's desperate or impatient. He wants you to be ready as you both weren't physically intimate in anyway before.

Although you know it doesn't has to necessarily be that way, people have sex with people they might've met not even two hours ago. It just doesn't seems to work that way for you. But now that you know him, you have feelings for him a part of you wants it. To be intimate with him, close with him, have a connection with him which you've never had with anyone else nor do you want to have with anybody other than him.

In this moment, its just him that occupies your mind. You don't worry about your problems, your endless work, your upcoming exam for a promotion at work.

Most of the times you're overwhelmed with unnecessary worries and what ifs. What if your marriage doesn't works out, what if your husband isn't happy with you, what if you lose your job suddenly, what if you become prey of some financial scam, what if your husband loses his job, what if you can't have a kid, what if even if you have one you can't be a good mother or be unable to provide them the best education and opportunities. And what not. The list is endless.

But with Yoongi by your side, you feel a little bit of that pressure being lifted off from your shoulders. You know together you'll both figure it all out somehow.

You sit on the edge of the bed where Yoongi brings you the glass of alcohol and sits beside you. You sit closer to him and run your hands through his hair.

He kisses you and slowly slides his tongue in, you both taste like whiskey. You like the way he tastes, the way he feels, the way he smells, his musty cologne, his shiny hair.

You both can't resist things from heating up. His hand slides down your back and rests on your hips before he pushes you closer towards himself. Your thumb runs on his neck. You feel how his breaths get heavy, so do yours. You're panting as you're getting aroused.

Eventually you straddle him. He keeps pulling you closer no matter how much you are. But then he pulls away...

"Hey..." you look at him with a grave look. "If you don't want me to do any thing you can tell me. Don't feel like you're obligated to me because I'm your husband. I know how your mind works sometimes..." he caresses your hair while he speaks.

"Yoongi I told you what I feel... my love is not like platonic. This is kinda natural don't you think..."

"I just want to be your safe place. I want to be where you find peace. You give me that and I wanna give you that too. Look there were many things that led me to my decision of marrying you. When I'm with you... I've never felt this way before... I will love you till the end of this life but I want you to love yourself equally... growing up i saw my mother and aunts losing themselves in devotion to their husband and families. I don't want that for you... it's natural to have some expectations. But I'll never expect you to put me before yourself." You focus on him, your whole attention placed on him. You respect the way he gives importance to communication.

"Give yourself an hour each day. I'll give myself time too. Even if we have just an hour, let's just divide it and give half to ourselves and half to each other." You nod smiling at him.

"Thank you for choosing me Yoongi. I know that you had even better prospects. I wasn't your parent's first choice for you. But I'm glad that I found you and that I chose you..." you put kisses on his face. "I love you" You tell him before kissing him.

You pull apart for a few seconds just to say, "And I want it... like all of it"

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You know what I mean" you say.

"Okay" he gives your ass a little squeeze pulling you towards himself to let you know how fucking hard he is. You're surprised too by how aroused you'd made him without even doing anything.

"Just a little thing I should let you know.. umm" you hesitate a bit. He looks at you concerned.

"This is my first time" you bite your lower lip. You have no idea what he must think, virginity at your age wasn't exactly usual.

"Okay" he says. "I'll keep that in mind. We can take it slow and easy. Don't worry" you smile at him before you cover his face with kisses. He giggles.

He pulls the strap down from your shoulders as he plants kisses on your neck. You know with the way he's sucking, he's gonna leave marks. You don't mind it. The matching rings on your fingers are enough to indicate who has done that to you.

You feel his hard on pressing against your thigh and grind on it a little as he goes down kissing your cleavage.

You'd been skeptical about how you would feel in this moment but now you know it isn't something you'd trade with anything else. You love the feeling, the way pleasure builds up inside you, the way wetness pools between your thighs.

You can't control and moan when he cups your breast. You try to find something to hold onto. You want to have direct contact with his skin too.

Hence, you unbutton his shirt. He removes it and gives you access to his bare chest. He tugs on your dress wishing for it to not be there. You part from him to remove it, get rid of your bra too.

He can't control himself when he looks at your bare breasts. He gets you to lie on the bed and cups your breast before wrapping his mouth around it. You moan loudly as his tongue flicks your nipple. His thumb circles on the other.

Your clit throbs igniting an urgent desire in you to touch yourself or be touched there.

Yoongi takes his time with your tits. He palms himself for a second before he grabs both your breasts and rubs your nipples with the thumbs. His mouth alternates in between them both. Has you arching your back and moaning so loud and you still have your underwear on.

It's not long before he pulls his jeans down and comes to the bed just in his boxers which leave you in surprise over how big he is. You just want to pull them down and suck him off. It looks fucking painful for him yet he manages.

"You wanna remove what's left together?" He asks, trying to find every possible way he can keep things easy for you. You nod.

He stands up from his place but his eyes stay on your body. You rub yourself a little from above your panties.

"I used to think we would wait for a couple months before doing this... I was so wrong I can't control how much I want you Yoon... I just can't" you say as you pull your panties down exposing your wet, messy pussy to him. You throw them on the floor, he does the same with his boxers.

You see his cock, hard and absolutely ready to fuck you, be buried inside you. You wonder how it would feel to touch it, have it in your mouth, in your pussy maybe even your ass someday... how it would look spilling, shooting sperm all over you. How gorgeous Yoongi might look as he comes, writhes with pleasure lying underneath you.

He gets the same dirty thoughts about your pussy. Wonders about the scent of it, the taste of it, how it would feel around his cock, how pretty it would look filled with his cock, his sperm, as it orgasms, if it can squirt. How tight, and wet and warm it must be. How quickly he might nut once he's inside it. He feels like he's going to come just by looking at it.

You touch your clit to tease him. He feels a rush of blood in his body as he watches you, your finger slowly stroking your clitoris.

Your moans echo in his ears. What he wouldn't give up to keep hearing them.

He joins you on the bed above you. His mouth meet yours again and this time he's much more passionate. His hand reaches between your thighs.

"Is this okay?" He asks and you hum in response.

He keeps rubbing your clit the way you were doing it.

"Yoongi... faster" you request and he obeys instantly.

"You know.. it might be better if I finger you first..." he hates to interrupt how much pleasure you were in. Still he asks first.

"Do it" you say, already close to an orgasm.

He covers his fingers in your juices before the tips of his fingers reach your entrance. He taps around before he slowly begins to insert his finger inside your cunt.

"And don't you dare to try faking it in front of me... okay?" He says faking an intimating voice.

He tries to find your g-spot after he has given you a few pumps. His fingers stroke against walls but he fails to find the exact spot again and again.

"Help me" he says.

"How?" You ask just to tease him.

"Where does it feels good?" He presses on a spot which makes you feel like you wanna pee and that's how you know he found it. You mostly just do clitoral when you're masturbating so it's mysterious to you too.

"Do you masturbate?" He asks out of nowhere.

"Why do you ask?" You enquire before answering.

"It helps one know their bodies better and what they like" he says.

"I did but mostly just external..." you tell him.

"There?" He asks when you moan and you nod as he presses the rough patch.

You grow wetter and wetter and it gets easier for him to finger you. You see his cock all engorged and leaking precum. So you move your hand down and wrap your hand around his shaft. Circle your thumb on the tip. He pants harder as you continue. His finger moves faster. But you wanna be coming around his cock.

"Yoongi... condom please" you say leaving hold of him and he pulls his fingers out too.

He stands up and walks to the suitcase. You watch his bare, sculpted back as he walks naked around the room, not ignoring his hard cock slapping against his stomach. He takes one box out and brings it to you. Also the bottle of lube.

"I've heard it helps women if they're on top the first time" he says waiting for your response before taking his position.

"Let's try then" you say before you sit up. He lies down beside you and you straddle him with a smirk.

You open the box of condoms and take one out while he keeps massaging your breasts.  You rip the wrapper and hand it to him. You want to try putting it on him but you don't know if you would do it the correct way. And you need it to be used properly as that's your only option of protection right now.

You gently caress his balls while he rolls the condom on his dick. You pick up the lubricant and pour some on your palm.

"Uhh... Yoongi" you ask if you can do it. And he gives you an expression of assurance.

You're both grown ups, married, who cares how many times you fuck and in what ways and at what time. You have no reason to delay if you are both ready.

You spread the liquid all over his length, massaging him. Inside you are a bit worried how long and thick he is and if it'll hurt you too much. But you know that it's Yoongi and he would never mind if you fail to do it the first few times... you could always suck him off and finish in other ways.

"Okay then..." you take a deep breath as you shift to sit above him. You rub your pussy on his dick for a bit but then notice him twitching and the look on his face tells you he's having a hard time controlling himself.

He keeps his hands on your waist and stares at your cunt glisten with juices. He cups you and rubs you before you hold him to slide on him. He holds himself while you watch his cock slowly get inside you.

Both your gazes are stuck at one place. Your bodies connecting. You shift a little and take more of him inside you. He keeps his hands on your breasts, a thumb pressed on your clit to have you distracted from any pain.

You wince as you feel your pussy stretching like you've never been stretched before. His cock throbs inside you, trapped within your tight walls. He's using everything in him to not just fuck you hard. No matter how much he wants to, he would never do that while you're certainly in pain.

"Aah fuck..." you cry out as you take him in completely. It feels good yet it hurts. He's big. He's thick.

"Oh god Yoongi..." you try to move but it hurts to do.

"We can stop." he says.

"Yoongi it'll hurt again... I wanna be done with the pain right now... Once I come I dint think it'd really matter" you tell him. You're not backing off just because of the pain. You know it's just the matter of a first couple times and then you'll both have fun.

You lean down to kiss him.

"Make yourself cum right here" he whispers in a sexy tone.

You sit up and circle your finger on your clit. Yoongi spreads your pussy lips for you. The direct touch on your clit makes you flinch but it also brings an intense sensation to you. You increase the pace how your finger moves.

Yoongi circles your nipples before his thumbs come back to where they were. Your orgasm builds inside you, threatening to take control of your body. And you lose it... you come hard.. your whole body trembles, you start to bounce on his cock riding your high. The way your walls clench around him almost make him come. It was already hard for him regardless.

He moans as your movements don't cease. But the overstimulation doesn't helps.

"Let's switch positions" you tell Yoongi and he's quick in the way he rolls you over and takes his position above you. His cock slides you as you two move, there's a funny sound but you two don't even care.

He pumps himself a couple times before his tip meets your hole again. He pushes himself inside your tight cunt. He slips in easily with how you had loosened after the orgasm and all the lube and wetness help him too.

Luckily, the pain had been replaced with unbearable pleasure. Pleasure of such intensity that makes you want to scream. You feel thankful that it went away so quickly.

His fingers tangle with yours. You hold him tightly before he pulls them away. He kisses your neck, your breasts, your chest.

Yoongi builds a rhythm of how his cock again and again disappears into your pussy. He wanted to kiss it, lick it so badly. Make it come all over his tongue. The thoughts go away as all his attention moves towards his cock which twitches, his balls tighten. His tip keeps rubbing on your g-spot but it's irregular. You know he can't feel it with the condom on.

Another curiosity builds up inside you about how he would feel without a condom. You start to think about when your period is due and figure out the date when you could go raw.

You stroke your clit trying to chase the second orgasm that's building up inside you. You know he doesn't minds, even enjoyed watching you touch yourself.

His pace increases and so does yours. You squeeze his ass as he moans and gasps with how close he is. "Cumming... cumming!" He declares as his thrusts stop and his body shakes. You know he is ejaculating as you feel his cock pulsing, throbbing. You wonder how it would feel to have him come inside you, fill you up.

His orgasm is intense indicated with the way he struggles to move afterwards and remove the condom which he kinda hates at this moment. All he wants to do is hug you, hold you.

As soon as he's done, he quickly lies beside you. You run a hand through his hair, he kisses your neck, your shoulder. His hand reaches between your thighs, even in the daze of his own high he hasn't forgotten that you didn't finish. You spread your legs for him. Spread your labia like he'd done for you.

He lazily rubs you, then puts two of his fingers inside, with how aroused you were your g-spot was easier to find and after a few minutes you orgasm again. Throwing your head back, arching your back, squeezing your breast, holding his hand, moaning his name. You come because of him.

Tell him how much you love him and he tells you he loves you more.

Feeling absolutely fucked out, you two don't even look at the clock and close your eyes, just lying in each other's embrace. You keep a hand over his abdomen.

The only person you ever held like this in bed was your mother until you were five and slept in your own bed.

You feel an unmatched safety in his embrace. You know from now onwards you won't be alone when life hits you hard. On days you feel more depressed, which used to be so hard to get through all alone. He's gonna hold you and you're gonna hold him. And you can tell him anything and he can too.

Adjusting into your new life was made easy with Yoongi's love. He never tried to get away from doing half of the chores.

Soon you both figured out a routine that suited you. One for the weekdays when you both worked. One for the weekends when you both stayed home.

You got to know each other's friends. Got to know each other better than ever.

He knew exactly how to cheer you up when you felt depressed. And you knew all the ways to help him cope with stress.

You two were imperfect in your own ways but together you were better.

You grew to love the life you had each day.

Mornings spent listening to the news and drinking coffee with him, running late than showering together.

You had days of the week divided with tasks, who would cook breakfast, pack lunch, do laundry, cook dinner, do dishes, clean.

You spent weekends messing around with him in the kitchen and cooking and cleaning. And when you two ended up in bed you always somehow lost track of time.

If the days were spent quiet and peacefully, then you and your husband would go wild in the night, confined in your room alone but not alone.

And where three months went away you just don't understand. Scrolling on your phone at pictures of you two from the last quarter, your smile doesn't seems to fade.

You stand in front of your sleeping husband. He doesn't knows how his peace is about to be disrupted. You should've known something would come your way with how smooth sailing your life had been for a while. You had deluded yourself into thinking maybe your fate had changed for better.

How foolish of you to think your life could ever go smoothly.

You sit down beside him and run your fingers through his hair. He complains wishing to not wake early on a weekend.

"Yoongi" you call him and he immediately knows from your tone that it's urgent.

"Come here" he tries to pull you above him thinking it must be something silly you're worried about again. And you know how he loves morning sex and waits for the weekends to be able to do that peacefully.

You hold his hand and keep sitting up. He tucks your hair behind your ear.

"I don't know how you're gonna feel about this..." you take a deep breath and hold his hand, he holds it tighter.

You open your closed fist and he averts his gaze away from your face.

"I'm pregnant Yoongi"

[beenbaanbuun]

Filthy - Min Yoongi

Words: 3.5k

Genre: smut

Warnings: degradation, spitting (a lot of it), oral (female receiving), alcohol consumption, dom!yoongi, sub! reader, overstimulation, use of the word 'slut', lmk if I've missed anything <3

You couldn’t help but curse out your roommate, Hoseok, in your head as you made your way through his drunken group of friends. Each of them grunted something along the lines of ‘hi’ as you pushed past them, to which you replied with a tight smile. They were sweet, really, but dealing with them whilst they were drunk was not something you were particularly keen on. Besides, you doubted they’d remember your moodiness in the morning anyway.

Unlike the men who had overtaken your home, you’d grown out of binge drinking at a normal age. Of course, going out to the club once every once in a while never hurt anyone; they were the best places to find a good fuck, after all. Throwing back shots in someone’s kitchen whilst your music disturbed your neighbours until the early hours of the morning, on the other hand? No thanks.

As you stepped over Namjoon, who seemed to have passed out before anyone else, you couldn’t help but recognise the familiar sound of retching coming from the bathroom. A quick scan of the room told you that both Jungkook and Yoongi were missing, and since the older of the two was, as usual, the designated driver, that meant that it was Jungkook. You shook your head with a sigh before continuing on your journey into the kitchen.

Usually, when Hoseok was throwing one of his semi-regular get-togethers, you’d try and be asleep by the time he began to turn the music up to louder than it needed to be. You were a deep sleeper, so once you were out, there’d be no waking you up until morning. This time, however, you didn’t take into account the fact that the group had started drinking much earlier than usual. Therefore, a drunken Hoseok had bumped the volume up to max a few hours before you’d planned to sleep, and thus you were stuck with the blaring sounds of Post Malone keeping you awake deep into the night.

Since sleep was a no-go, a steady supply of caffeine seemed like the only other option. Your coffee of choice was instant (you weren’t made of money) but it did the trick, keeping your brain active for just a couple of hours before you needed your next dose of caffeine. Sure, it made you a little jittery, but it kept you docile, preventing you from ripping Hobi a new one for keeping you up.

Finally, you made it through the huddle of grown men and into the room where your ever-so-precious kettle resided. You could practically feel the warm liquid making its way down your throat now, filling you to the brim with a certain buzz that nothing else could. A pleased hum left your mouth as you reached out, your finger just about the flick the switch to turn it on.

“Are you sure you’re not addicted to that stuff?” A familiar voice made its way through the room, cutting through the loud music. You knew exactly who it came from, and your body became warm just at the sounds of him. It was a good job you weren’t facing him. The cocky smirk that seemed to permanently rest on his face was enough to make your knees go weak. “I’ve seen you come in here at least four times now. I’m surprised you’re not having heart palpitations.”

It was rare that you ever spoke to Yoongi, the man usually keeping to himself, but on the off chance that you did, you couldn’t help but feel an immense attraction to him. He was only a couple of inches taller than you, but he carried himself with a confidence that seemed to disguise the fact that he was shorter than most of his friends. It was a confidence that seemed to be reflected in everything about him from the way he spoke to the intelligent glint in his eye. Some would say it was bordering on arrogance, but that never seemed to bother you, a familiar slick forming between your thighs each time you came face to face with him.

“I’d be drinking a lot less of it if Hobi had any concept of how loud his music is,” The man chuckled as he walked further into the room. By the time he came to a stand-still, you could practically feel his body heat radiating from him. “Seriously, it's like the man plans to go deaf by the time he’s fifty.”

“He does have it ridiculously loud,” Yoongi leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back as he grabbed a mug from the shelf above your head. Despite how normal he was treating the situation, you felt your heart begin to speed up. “I’m sure the neighbours love you.” 

“Of course. Sometimes we get little handwritten notes telling us to ‘fuck off’ in cursive.” His breath tickled your ear as he let out another laugh. 

“Cute.” He muttered.

Cute? You thought to yourself. He couldn’t possibly mean you, standing there in nothing but an oversized jumper of Hoseok’s that came down to mid-thigh, and a thin pair of sleep shorts with nothing underneath. You had no makeup on, your face puffy from lack of sleep and your lips in a permanent grumpy pout. No, he couldn’t have been talking about you.

“I assume this mug is yours?” He placed it down on the side, a blush coming to your face as you read the words ‘pillow princess’ that were painted in huge pink letters on the side. It had been a joke gift from your roommate after the two of you had spent an evening sharing your deepest sexual secrets with one another. You spluttered a little, not knowing how to answer. “I hope so. I like a good pillow princess.”

If you had anything in your mouth, you would’ve spat it out in shock. Yoongi was a flirty man by nature, but it never failed to surprise you.

“You do?” You mumbled out, the feeling on the man’s chest against your back becoming more and more prominent as the seconds ticked by. 

“I do, Y/N,” he placed the mug down in front of you, but never took a step back from your body. As he rested his hands on either side of you on the counter, you realised you were trapped. “And I have to say, your friend out there has very loose lips when he’s had a few drinks.” 

All of a sudden, your mind went blank. Something about the whole situation was hard to comprehend. The fact that a man you’d been thirsting over for years had you trapped in between his arms and the counter whilst letting you know that your friend had revealed what you’re like in bed was bizarre to you. 

“What else did he tell you?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, scared that your voice would crack a little if you spoke any louder. Part of you didn’t want to know the answer, just in case it was embarrassing, but the growing erection that was resting against the small of your back told you that it couldn’t be that bad. 

“Plenty,” Yoongi leaned in, a devilish grin on his face as he spoke into your ear in hushed tones. Your body was tense under his, but he could feel the way you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for more. You’d have to wait though; he enjoyed teasing you too much. “He said you liked being tied up.” He punctuated the words by taking your earlobe between his teeth, only putting down the slightest of pressure before releasing in.

“He said you liked it to be messy, too,” This time, his mouth dipped down to your neck. A long stripe was licked up the sensitive skin, bringing a whimper out of you. He let out a breathy laugh at the sound before blowing against your now wet skin. The chill sent a shiver down your spine. “Said you were a dirty girl, hmm?” 

You shook your head, the whole situation becoming overwhelming.

“No?” He nipped at your ear once more, this time harsher. It made you wince a little, not that that was a bad thing. “But Princess,” his voice became even more hushed, barely audible over the thumping bass that came from the speaker in the lounge, “Only dirty girls like to be spat on.”

At his words, your legs buckled. If you weren’t so turned on, you were sure you’d be angrier at Hoseok for revealing all of your secrets, but at that moment, you couldn’t find it in you to care. The thought of Yoongi acting on any of your desires was enough to send you into a hazy state of mind.

“Now,” His large hands moved from the counter to your hips, lifting your body into his so you were stable once more. “What say we take this to your room?” 

Before you knew it, he was pulling away, hands still tight on your hips as he guided you across the apartment. Once more you passed through a sea of grown, drunken men. They seemed to have all passed out in the short time the two of you were gone, leaving only the two of you awake. Good, you thought to yourself with a dopey grin, no interruptions.

Once you were at your door, he pushed it open, a small smile on his face as he took in his surroundings. The plush pastel pink furnishings matched well with the baby blue of your walls. Cushions were dotted around the floor having been tossed from the bed. In Yoongi’s head, he imagined you kicking them off in a huff, a pretty little pout on your lips as you threw a mini tantrum. Despite being a pillow princess, he could tell you were a brat too. A tantrum just seemed fitting.

He pushed you over to the bed, shoving you down onto it with minimal force. You spun over quickly, and for the first time that night, you were able to see him. No matter how serious he tried to look, there was always a glint in his eyes that showed you he was up to something. That and the fact that the corner of his mouth was permanently turned up into that smug expression that he wore so well. 

Otherwise, his expression was stony, eyebrows furrowed as he scanned over your bare thighs. In the dim light provided by your bedside lamp, you couldn’t help but spot the pink of his tongue dart out to wet his plump lips. You whined a little, desperate to feel it on your skin, dancing about feverishly, leaving a trail of cold spit in its wake. He was right about one thing, you certainly did have a bratty side.

“Yoongi, do something!” If you were in any other situation, you probably would’ve cringed at how you sounded. Not now though. All your shame had flown out of the window the moment you felt the outline of his dick pressed hard against your back in the kitchen. It was clear that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“It’s cute that you think you’re in charge here, Princess,” He leaned over you, hands going straight to the jumper that had ridden up, no longer hiding the wet patch that had formed on your shorts. In one motion, he pulled it from you and the cold air hit your chest like a ton of bricks. You sucked in a breath between your teeth, your nipples getting impossibly hard. “But I make the orders tonight. You just sit tight and be a good girl, okay?”

Before you could argue, he bent down, his face now only a few inches from your sopping cunt. His large hands moved over your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and pulling them apart to get a better view. The cruel laugh that left him once he saw the state of you didn’t go unheard. In fact, it sent a shockwave through you, your body shivering a little as more desire pooled at your entrance. 

“You really are a messy little slut, aren’t you.” His words were biting, spat at you through gritted teeth. If he wasn’t a few inches from your throbbing pussy, you’d be sure that he hated you. 

“Not a slut.” You whimpered in reply, denying the name despite the fact it made your body thrum with excitement. 

Another chuckle left him as he finally gripped onto the waistband of the shorts that were doing a bad job of hiding your decency. You felt a light tug, almost as if he was teasing you, before he pulled them over your thighs. The thin material caught on your still-spread knees, but Yoongi ignored it, eyes trained on the glistening skin that he’d just revealed. 

He blew a stream of cool air against your clit, watching as your body jolted in surprise. He liked the way you reacted to his actions, he had to admit. No matter how bratty your mouth decided to be, he knew he’d be able to shut you up easily. 

“Not a slut, huh? The way you’re dripping onto the bed sheets says otherwise,” His thumb made contact with your sensitive nub, pressing down onto it until you let out a high-pitched whimper. He didn’t stop, though. The same amount of pressure was kept as he began rubbing slow circles onto you. With his other hand still locked onto your thigh, there was no escape from his fingers. You were trapped in his web. “You’re so wet, princess. Do you hear it?”

The answer was yes. Even through the vibrations of the music that pulsed through the room, you could hear the thick squelching of your pussy. The sound made you a little embarrassed, but the gentle moans that left Yoongi assured you that he was loving it.

“Sounds so cute. Your wet little cunt is adorable,” He grunted out. Yoongi leaned his face closer to your pussy, before his tongue darted out of his mouth once more and licked a fat stripe from your clenching hole up to your abused clit. The way you wriggled in his grip made him grin widely. “You could be wetter, though.” He didn’t even bother to wipe the juices off of his chin before he spoke. You wanted messy, after all. 

You watched through lidded eyes as he sucked on his tongue, gathering up a thick wad of saliva. Not once did his dark eyes leave your pussy as he worked, and neither did his thumb. The circles he made had become lighter, the pressure having been released gradually over the last few minutes. You appreciated it, not sure how long you would’ve lasted if his touch hadn't lightened up.

With a low grunt, Yoongi opened his mouth, his tongue letting itself topple over his bottom lip and hang there. From the tip, his spit dangled and slowly made its way down to mix with the slick that had already built up. It came into contact with your clit first, quickly getting rubbed into your skin by Yoongi’s thumb. 

You half expected him to put his tongue back into his mouth, but instead, he leaned his head down once more. With his gaping maw, he covered as much of your pussy as he could. His thumb finally stopped, only to be replaced by a wet heat and a probing muscle that seemed to have a mind of its own as it explored you. 

The man sucked harshly, slurping a little as he took your clit between his lips. You let out a loud moan, one that you were sure was louder than the music, and your body went limp. All of a sudden, you were overcome by a desire to let him do whatever he wanted to you. You were completely at his mercy.

His tongue worked against you, drawing patterns on your throbbing clit before darting down to collect more of your wetness from your tight hole. You could feel him pushing you closer and closer to the edge, your entire body buzzing with glee as he pulled away and let another glob of spit fall onto you. 

“Fucking filthy.” He groaned out before diving in once more. His tongue was even more feverish as he spread his own liquid around, and soon enough, you fell. Your thighs shook as you felt your orgasm course through your body. It felt amazing, better than anything you’d had in a long time. 

Yoongi worked through it, not slowing down the motions of his tongue until your body had stopped shaking, your hips beginning to buck with overstimulation. Even then, he continued. You could practically feel the cruelty to his actions, a glint of evil in his eyes as you tried to wriggle away from his tongue that danced around you so effortlessly. Even as your body fought against him, he didn't hold back.

At one point, he let his huge hands move up to grasp your hips and hold them up to his face. The new angle let him get his face in deeper, nose nudging against your sensitive nub as he made out with your hole, flitting between heated kisses and putting his tongue deep inside of you. If he was bothered by you forcing your hips up to harshly meet his face, he didn't show it, continuing to eat you out as if you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

By the time your second orgasm was approaching, part of you expected him to tire out and slow down. Surely after so long, his jaw should’ve been aching and his tongue tiring out, but the man was a machine. He kept going, letting out low grunts as he bucked his own pelvis against your pastel bed sheets. In truth, you weren't sure what was keeping him going, but whatever it was, you were thankful for it.

“Yoongi,” You cried out, hands flying down to pull at his long black hair. He’d been letting it grow out recently, and you had to admit that you thought it was an excellent decision, especially in that moment, your fingers tangled in the thick locks. “I think I’m going to cum again.”

He didn't pull away, choosing to nod at you instead. The wordless instructions were cryptic, but the movement of his nose against your clit made you let out a harsh scream, your release taking over your body once more. It was all you could feel as it rushed through you, your veins filling with pleasure.

Thankfully, before you could start shaking, Yoongi pulled away from your core, chin glistening as he licked your juices from his lips. He looked obscene, his hair sticking up at odd angles as he grinned down at you like a predator who’d just eaten his prey. You guessed that was true, the shine on his chin similar to that of blood. 

“My, my,” The man spoke as he began to undress himself. First came his t-shirt that came off to reveal his smooth chest, sparkling with the thin layer of sweat that rested upon it. Who knew eating someone out was so physical? Then came his jeans. You took particular interest in those, eyes never leaving his frame as he pulled them down his milky thighs. Once he was left with only underwear on, he let himself crawl up the bed, not stopping until his face was right above your own. “Hoseok wasn't lying when he said you liked it fucking filthy. Look at the mess you’ve made.” He motioned to his mouth, showing the ‘mess’ off. 

“Do you want a taste, Baby?” A hand came to rest on your jaw, rubbing the soft skin a little. His hand was warm and still a little wet from when he’d been rubbing at your core, and his touch was so light. Your hazy mind was made even more so by his touch. All you could do was nod in reply. “Open wide then.”

Without warning, he let his fingers dig into your cheeks, prying open your mouth before you even had the chance to do so yourself. It hurt a little, but you were never one to shy away from pain. You’d always believed that there was a fine line between pain and pleasure, and you often liked to toe that line yourself. The aching in your jaw that came from his vice-like grip was just on the right side, a pornographic moan coming from you as he held onto you.

His thumb slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue a little. It became difficult to swallow and even harder to talk, but Yoongi seemed to care very little about that. Instead, he leaned in close and let yet another warm ball of spit fall onto you. It was warm and wet against the muscle making your eyes flutter shut. He was right, you were absolutely filthy, but you loved it.

[shadowkoo]

Baby Maker

→ Summary: You and Yoongi have been relishing the comfort of your newly married life, savoring each moment together. However, there's an additional want tugging at your heartstrings – the thought of becoming a mother. That’s right, you want a baby. Yoongi isn’t sure if he’s ready for the journey of bringing a baby into your lives. But he’ll agree to anything that makes you happy, and if it’s a baby you want, it’s a baby you’ll get.

↠ myg x f.reader | 1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: slice of life, romance, fluff, smut, newlyweds

→ Warnings: unprotected sex (intentional), daddy kink, impregnation kink, deep dicking, belly bulge, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie

→ Author note: This is a remix/update of an older fic of mine, so I hope you enjoy the newest version! If you'd like to read this on ao3 instead it's been crossposted here! And as always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

You wrap your arms around your husband the second he walks through the front door of your home.

"Mmm, I've waited all day for this," you whisper before pulling him into a long kiss. One of your hands cradles his cheek while the other plays with his hair.

"Well, hello there Mrs. Min," Yoongi says with a sideways smile sprawled across his face after pulling away, "What's got you in such a good mood?" He takes off his blazer and sets his work bag down on the bench in your entryway as you pull him into another lengthy kiss, one that makes Yoongi's groin stir with excitement.

You smile up at him and start to unbutton his top as you pull him further into your home, your end goal being the bedroom.

"Baby?" he asks with dark eyes, "Are you planning on spoiling me with dessert before dinner tonight?"

You laugh, "Baby, I don't want dessert... I want a baby."

Yoongi's face changes from one of eager anticipation to confusion, then to pure and utter shock.

‘Did all the air in the room suddenly disappear? Why aren’t you having trouble breathing like he is?’

"I want to make a baby with you," you repeat, looking into his fear-filled eyes. You figured he'd be a little freaked out, but not this much.

He coughs and sputters, pulling at the neck of his button-up shirt. "You, uh, b-baby?" Yoongi mutters once he’s able to form words again.

"Yes, a baby," you took a step back from him. "It's been almost three years since we've gotten married and talked about having kids in the future. Don't you want a mini you or me to love, to watch them grow, to teach them stuff?"

Yoongi is conflicted, not because he doesn’t want kids –he does– but it scares the shit out of him. That's a whole life to take care of and be responsible for. He knows how much you want a family though, and how patient you have been with him about trying for kids.

You give him that one look - the one that you know will get you whatever you want.

"Alright,” he says, easily won over. “Let's make a baby," he answers while pulling you back into his arms.

Yoongi brings your center up against his. You feel his growing hardness pressing into you through his jeans, and moan through the kiss. You want him.

And he wants you.

His kisses are hot and needy, but somehow still so very loving.

Yoongi lifts you up and carries you urgently the rest of the way to the bedroom, where he lays you down, ready to fuck you. To love you.

Your hands work on his shirt's buttons, undoing them as fast as you can. His run along your hips, making their way to the front of your jeans where he works to undo them, and slips them and your panties off simultaneously.

Your husband keeps eye contact with you while one of his hands slides slowly up the inside of your legs, right up to the edge of your dewy folds.

“Is this pretty little cunt ready for me?”

You nod frantically, and moan uncontrollably when his tongue dives deep into your core. He savors you, his tongue playing your clit like it's the most intricate instrument.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you hold his head in place while he finished you off. You come undone all over his face, his cheeks showing evidence of your release once he pulls away from you.

“I’ll never get tired of your taste,” he breathes. And it’s true, you’re intoxicating. He’s addicted to you.

Yoongi stands up, pulling you towards the edge of the bed, where he then rubs his throbbing cock through your folds, wetting himself just enough to dip into you.

He nearly loses himself, but manages to power through and find a rhythm that has you both heading in the right direction.

His low moans sound like heaven to your ears.

You pull him closer to you until your lips crash together, moaning into each other's mouth while you climb higher and higher.

Needing to sink even further into your heat, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, pounding you from a new angle and bringing you closer and closer to the release that you crave.

“Who’s fucking you like there’s no tomorrow? Who’s putting this baby in your belly? I want you to scream my name,” he demands.

“You did,” you pant. “Min Yoongi did.”

“Fuck!” Yoongi grits his teeth as he watches the way your lower belly bulges, matching his hard thrusts.

"I’m so close,” you cry out, your nails digging into your husband’s biceps. “Cum in me," you whine, pleading for him to release into you. Yoongi is more than happy to oblige.

"I love you,” you breathe as the waves of pleasure wash over you, the tingling spreading through your veins.

“I love you more.” Yoongi grunts, his final thrusts becoming more sporadic as he passes the peak, and fills you with his seed. His face twists in pleasure as your pulsating walls milk the last from him.

You’re satisfied feeling his warm release shooting up inside of you. A big grin won’t leave your face, “Thank you.”

He considers making a dick joke, but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment. “You’re welcome, baby,” he says, kissing your cheek.

You roll over onto your back and lift your now tired and heavy legs in the air, and Yoongi gives you a perplexed look. "What?” you ask, "I've heard that this makes the sperm find the egg faster."

He thinks you look ridiculous in the best sort of way, and joins you. "I gain nothing from this but I figured I'd do it to support you."

"You're such a dork." But you love him for it.

"You know what you have to call me later if this worked?" Yoongi asks before answering his own question before you even have the chance. "The baby maker."

Your giggles filled the room and Yoongi can’t help but laugh along with you.

"Alright," you sighed once you calmed down, "I just figured you preferred daddy..."

That same look from earlier flared up in Yoongi's eyes once again, "I'm open to negotiations."

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