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How Many Things
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: Yoongi invites you out to a party with him, and in trust, you say yes. But what happens when you lose him in the crowd, just to find him again with someone else by his side? In the midst of panic and longing, you wonder how many things he thinks about before he gets to you.
Tags: Non-Idol AU, Anti-Social Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff
Warnings: Anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, Yoongi is an asshole for a minute, some of his friends are big time assholes, insecurities, social anxiety, lots of feelings, Teahyung and Namjoon are sweethearts, crying, jealousy, author's first fic lol.
A/N: HEY HELLO HI!!! This is my first fic that I'm publishing here so pls be gentle 🙏 And if you enjoy, leave feedback, good or bad, I love interactions. This is self-indulgent comfort that I've been thinking about for a long while and I was like ,,,,,, Yoongi got me 🥰🙏 Also this was slightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's "how many things" from her album EICS go listen if you want the extra angst. So yeah, enjoy!
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You began to panic, the music was so, so loud, the clattering of dishes and glasses from the bar, the yelling, all the bodies and their humidity, it was all becoming too much, and to your dismay, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.
You tried to recollect yourself as you began pushing through the crowd, determined on finding him. With every slip past a person, every step and stumble, you grew even more exhausted, but then finally, Yoongi came into view.
He was to the other end of the bar, a smile plastered in all his glory. Whoever he was talking to was clearly making him laugh, and just the sight of him made the tension in your shoulders ease a little bit. You were just about to call out to him, maybe even when fling yourself in his arms, but then-
Then you saw her. The one responsible for the way his face was currently scrunched with a happy grin. They stood close to each other, even as they turned the other way and moved to take a seat together at the bar. They were hand in hand, they looked like the human embodiment of perfection.
You felt your heart deflate as Yoongi pulled out a chair for her, proceeding to signal something to the bartender, the peace sign on his fingers and the pointing between him and her gave you the idea he asked for a drink for both of them. They continued to laugh and talk, and you had to force yourself to look away.
The sight of them made you remember why you hated going out, but even worse, you remembered why you vowed to not get romantically attached to anyone, especially not Yoongi.
The turning of your stomach was becoming hard to ignore, your quick breaths making matters worse. You knew you had to get out of there; with or without Yoongi. So with one last glance at him -who was still engrossed deeply in conversation with the woman next to him, leaning to whisper something in her ear and her reacting in a flustered manner- you fought your way to the door, tears beginning to spill the moment the night breeze greeted you.
As much as you wanted to just run and run and run until your body gave out on you, you knew better than to try and make it back to the dorms by foot.
You sighed defeatedly and pulled out your phone, texting the one person who you knew would be here without fail. As much as you didn't like bothering him (even though he's told you countless times you're not) you knew he'd scold you if you walked home on your own, and a scolding from him was never an enjoyable experience.
Y/N: are you busy rn?
Namjoon: Not currently. Why?
Y/N: can u pls come pick me up
Namjoon: Where are you? Are you safe?
Y/N: yeah, here's my location *📍*
Namjoon: I'll be there in less than 10. Stay put, okay?
Y/N: ok. ty joon.
Putting your phone away, you sat at the nearest bench you found, and attempted to stop the tears from falling further before Namjoon arrived.
But no matter how hard you tried, it was pretty much impossible to not think about why you were out here in the first place. Were you overreacting? Yoongi's allowed to have friends. So why are you so hurt? It's not even like you're together or anything.
In all honesty, you wanted to be mad at them.
You wanted to be mad at him for giving you even the slightest hope that there might be something more between you two.
You wanted to be mad at that girl he was with for being so damn perfect for him, for being everything that you could never begin to come close to.
But deep down you didn't have it in you to be angry at anyone but yourself.
How could you have been so stupid?
You knew that no one would want you romantically, you knew that all he felt for you was pity, that you'd never come first, and yet you still got your hopes up.
You let yourself dream that he wanted you like you wanted him. You believed all those things he said out of pity, all the reassurances and compliments, you knew that they were nothing but him simply being who he is; a naturally kind person.
You knew all of this, so why the hell were you crying? Why were you walking out and aimlessly trying to find anywhere else to go?
'Pathetic' you scoffed at yourself. You were being immature, everything everyone else had said about you was true. You were stupid to think otherwise.
Before you could continue to wallow in your self-pity, you felt a small tap to your shoulder, and you looked up to find Namjoon looking down at you.
"Y/N? Are you alright?" You quickly wiped away your remaining tears and nodded your head, standing up to greet him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Thank you for coming Namjoon." You bowed slightly, trying your best to look well put together. "It's no problem dear. My car's this way, come on."
"You want me to drive you back to your apartment?" You both got in his car and he asked as you put on your seatbelts. "Yes, please. Thank you." He only hummed in response as he began to drive, a soft tune playing on the radio, just loud enough to make it less awkward.
Namjoon knew you probably weren't in the mood to talk, and you were grateful for the silent understanding you guys shared. You weren't awfully close, but you'd shared your own personal memories with each other, and you mutually knew the other would be willing to lend a hand when needed. That's what you liked about him. He was just understanding like that.
The drive to your apartment was short, and even though you lived on the 3rd floor, Namjoon insisted on walking you to your door.
"Hey, take care okay? If you need anything else don't hesitate to call me, yeah?" He said as you reached your door, the genuine look on his face made you tear up once more.
"Yeah. Thank you, Joon." You waved him off as you stepped into your apartment, closing the door as he began to turn around.
You immediately kicked off your heels and went to grab a glass of water. You chugged it down as if you hadn't had a drop of water in days, proceeding to open your fridge and let the waterworks begin as you realized your appetite was gone just seeing the carton of orange juice sitting there with a sticky note that reads, "YOONGI'S!!! DO NOT DRINK >:("
He'd helped you with your groceries about 2 weeks ago, and the orange juice he bought was claimed by him, protesting that he needed "emergency juice" because he was at your apartment so often.
Not wanting to look at his skrunkly handwriting anymore, you shut the fridge door and rested your head in your hands on the kitchen counter.
The more you thought about it, the more prominent the ache in your chest became. He was the one who invited you to that party in the first place. He was the one who wanted you to have fun. He was the one that promised he wouldn't leave your side. Yet here you were, back at the dorms, hugging yourself in attempts to conceal your heartbreak.
If you had gone on your own and just happened to see him there with another girl, then that would have been a different story.
But no.
Yoongi himself told you two nights ago that he was invited to a party, and he wanted you to accompany him as his plus one. And as nervous and hesitant as you were, he spurred you on, encouraging; "No matter what you wear you'll look stunning." And "Everyone will love you" and "I won't leave your side, okay?"
That one stung the most when you thought about it, because not even 15 minutes into the party, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You could tell that most of his friends weren't too fond of you, and you felt ridiculous in the pink dress you wore.
You thought of how you'd taken hours to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and not cry at your appearance made you cringe. You tried so hard to look nice, to feel pretty, to feel wanted, and it still didn't work.
You grew angrier, why weren't you good enough? What made it so hard to love you? You practically ripped off your dress, the fabric suddenly piercing your skin, your arms wiping off your already smearing makeup furiously, and you stomped to your bed, plopping down violently before letting out a strangled groan that sounded more like a whimper.
You felt like shit. Your whole night was shit.
Were you overreacting? You had been rude too. I mean, you left without even telling him. You're just as bad, right?
He's the one who left you standing there, Y/N. Your brain going back and forth until you decided that falling asleep would be easier.
"Sooo how'd it go with lover boy last night? Assuming things went well from what I saw." An overly excited Taehyung appeared at your side, a smug grin on his face as he poked your arms. You just shrugged your shoulders as a response, the mere mention of the previous night was enough to deflate your already souring mood.
"Don't give me that look, Y/N! I know you and Yoongi got it on last night!" Taehyung flailed his arms accusingly, as if waddling around would make his statements true. "We didn't get it on, Taehyung. Literally nothing happened. Nothing." You tried to remain calm as you spoke, but your patience was running thin.
"Oh come on Y/N. Yoongi was absolutely plastered this morning and you're gonna try to tell me nothing happened?" He kept on going as he shook your shoulders, and it took everything in you to not slap his hands away.
"Did he get home safe last night?" Your brows furrowed in slight worry at the mention of Yoongi being wasted, and no matter how hurt you were, you had to know if he was okay.
"Uh, yeah. Were you drunk too? I thought you guys left together. Do you not remember?" The lump in your throat was becoming harder to swallow down as Taehyung spoke. You had to be strong. You were not gonna cry over this to your poor friend who's excited.
"You know I don't drink. And, no we didn't leave together. I asked Namjoon to take me home." You hoped he'd stop asking questions, but much to your dismay- "You left with Namjoon?!?! Does Yoongi know?!?!? Did anything happen with him!?" At this point you were on the brink of tears, you hated talking about this.
"Taehyung, please let it go. I just wanted to know if Yoongi got home safely. Can we please just drop it?" Taehyung caught onto your pleading tone and the hurt look in your eyes, and he nodded with his softened expression.
"Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to pry." He spoke cautiously. "It's okay Tae."
He shot you another worried look before returning to walking in silence beside you once again.
The rest of the day went painfully slow, your mind too exhausted to deal with walking from one side of campus to the other, and much less to pay attention to what your professors were saying.
Expectedly, you collapsed onto your bed the moment you went back to your dorm. You were gladly going to continue feeling sorry for yourself, but the ringing of your doorbell rudely interrupted you.
You groaned, hoping they'd just go away, but after a few seconds another ring came. You [grumpily] got up, running your hands through your hair in attempt to look somewhat presentable.
As you made your way to the door, you wondered who could be at your apartment, especially now that it was beginning to get late, the sun going down quickly outside.
You hesitantly opened the door, immediately wishing you would've just continued to ignore whoever was at the door once you saw who was standing in front of you.
"Hi, I brought dinner." There Yoongi stood with a soft smile on his face, lifting a brown bag in reference to dinner.
You stood stunned, wanting to say something, but your mind went blank.
"Y/N? You there?" He playfully waved his hands around trying to get your attention.
"Oh, uhm, yeah. Sorry. Just didn't expect you to come by."
"Oh, sorry if I startled you. I texted you but you didn't respond, and you didn't answer last night when I called, so I wanted to come check if you were okay." He shuffled from foot to foot, worry evident in his eyes.
"Oh, just haven't been on my phone lately." You looked down, feeling unsure on how to talk to him without showing him your hurt.
"Oh alright. So, we heading in for dinner?" The smile returned to Yoongi's face, and no matter how hurt you were, you still found it hard to say no to him.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course."
You opened the door a little further and stepped aside to let him in.
On a normal occasion, dinner with Yoongi would've been the highlight of your day. But now, it was filled with awkward silence and poor attempts at small talk — Yoongi hates small talk as much as you, so you don't know why he's still trying — the tension in the air was hardly going unnoticed.
It wasn't until you finished eating that he decided to just rip the bandage off.
"Are you angry with me?" Yoongi asked, and you almost questioned if he was being serious or not, but the expression he held made you realize that he was in fact clueless about the hurt he put you through.
You weren't sure what to say, so you stayed silent. I mean, it's not like you were angry at him. But you also weren't too happy with him either. Yoongi felt his heart drop as your gaze dropped his own, denying him from an answer.
"Y/N? Did I do something?" He asks from across the table where he's sitting.
For some reason hearing those words from him made the tears you've been holding back so well spill over.
Did he really have no idea? Were you genuinely overreacting? Did you just make everything up in your head?
"Do you really not know?" You tried to push your voice out firmly, but it came out in a broken whisper. You wanted to look at Yoongi, you wanted to see if his face washed over with realization, but your eyes stayed glued to the floor.
"Is this about me getting drunk at that party? I thought you said you didn't mind if I had alcohol." His wording sounded harsher than he intended, but with your already weakened state, you had to hold back from full on sobbing right there in front of him.
"This is about you leaving me by myself in the middle of the party when you promised you wouldn't leave my side!" Your frustration began to take over, did he really not see it? He's supposed to know you better than anyone else.
"Leaving you by yourself? Last thing I heard, you had found yourself a new companion for the night." Yoongi scoffed, his mood souring when he recalls finding out that apparently you'd left with some other guy.
The drinks he'd had were enough to make the night slightly blurry and to make him work a little harder to recall the night's events, but unfortunately, they weren't enough to make him forget how someone had stole you away from him.
"Where did you hear that?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt you were currently feeling.
"My friends" He responded, as if that was supposed to change what you had said.
"Your friends ... the ones you introduced me to?"
"Yeah"
"Your friends really don't seem to like me." You muttered, but Yoongi somehow caught the soft mumbling.
"What do you mean? To me it looked like they were all happy to meet you." His tone remained cold, and you felt more tears forming quickly.
"Well, you weren't there with me when they all laughed at me because I'd lost you in the crowd." You tried to defend yourself.
"They're not like that, I know they aren't."
"You wouldn't know how they acted towards me because you left me alone." You continued on, his face morphing into one resembling more of guilt.
"He left you already? Didn't even last half an hour."
"They haven't even had 1 drink tonight, no wonder Yoongi ran away so fast. Prude."
You winced while recalling how they'd laughed at you when you tried asking for Yoongi, passing it off as a joke when you'd gotten visibly upset.
You softened your tone, sadness catching up with you and replacing your frustration.
"It hurt, Yoongi. You know me better than anyone. You're supposed to know me better than anyone. You know how much I hate parties and bars, how I hate talking to people I don't know, how I don't do things alone. Ever. And you know that if I made you promise to not leave my side it's because I'm not ever planning to leave yours either. Do you know how bad it hurt to be panicking only to turn around and see you having the time of your life? Especially with someone else, when you promised me that night was for you and I only? It hurt, so damn bad."
Yoongi's heart dropped at your words, had it really been that bad for you? How did he not notice?
"I didn't leave with anyone yesterday, Namjoon brought me back to my apartment and left the moment I walked inside that door. You're the one that left with someone else last night, and it wasn't me."
A thick moment of silence engulfs you, and you begin to wait for a snap, or some sort of outburst from Yoongi, but all that comes is—
"Y/N... I- Shit. That's not-" You looked up hesitantly at the sound of Yoongi fumbling his words. He ran a hand through his hair in disbelief before slowly moving closer and crouching down in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I swear didn't mean to leave you. I went to go get the drinks, I did. And then when I couldn't find you I went and asked my friends if they had seen you, and they said that you'd gone off dancing with some guy, and so I went to go look for you and I ran into a classmate, which is the girl you saw me with. And I thought, since Y/N's off with someone else, it wouldn't hurt to have a drink with a girl from my class. I wouldn't have left you if I knew that you were by yourself. I'm so sorry."
Yoongi's gaze dropped to the floor as he finished, ashamed for being the root of your tears.
"I should've known better, I- I was just so opposed to seeing you happy with someone else that I immediately rejected the idea of looking for you to avoid the possibility of someone else making your night special. And I know that's not really a valid excuse, not looking for you because I was jealous- of something that wasn't even fucking happening- it isn't fair to you whatsoever. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I truly am." He takes your hands in his and takes a moment to recollect his next words.
"What can I do to make it up to you? Even if it's just the smallest fraction, I want to show you how sorry I am. Anything you want. Please." You paused for a moment, even though your conscience immediately knew what you wanted.
Hold me. Please. Hold me. Nudge your head with mine, lock our pinkies, put your leg against mine, anything. Please, hold me.
With your brain screaming mantras of 'I need to be held', you reached out for him for a second, before your body jerked to a stop.
No. I need him to hold me. I need him to reach out. He needs to initiate- please-
Yoongi's quick to notice your body language, and equally quick to react. "Do you want to be held, sweetheart?" You swear you felt yourself physically start to glow at the sound of him uttering the words you've been dying to hear for god knows how long.
You nod your head and you're so delighted by the aspect of someone- well, not just someone, but Yoongi- comforting you, that you don't even notice the soft whimper that leaves you as he scoots closer to you.
"Words, darling." He says softly, and your body automatically responds with soft chants of "Yes, please, yes Yoongi."
You don't even notice how tears begin to fall against your cheeks again when you feel Yoongi's hands wiping them away.
"C'mere, I've got you baby. Let's go to bed, yeah?" He grabs your legs and wraps them around his torso, before he holds you against him tightly and begins to stand up with you in his arms.
You feel yourself melting at the pet names he's giving you, glad that he's carrying you because you're sure your legs would've given out on you at this point.
You continue turning to mush when you feel how gently Yoongi sets you down once you reach your bed, how he squeezes your hand and asks for permission to lay with you with his eyes, how he reaches for you under the covers and cradles you close, fingers running through your hair softly.
The bliss is only momentarily, broken when your mouth moves faster than your brain;
"Yoongi?"
"Hm?"
"Why did it upset you when you thought I was at the club with someone else?" Your question comes out as a whisper, scared for his response.
"Y/N." He pulls back a little to see your face.
"Yoongi." You reply mocking his tone.
"Are you really gonna make me spell it out for you?" He's secretly glad that it's dark in your room, otherwise you'd be able to see the blush coating his cheeks.
"What are you talking about?" You ask, and his only response is a huff while pulling your head back into his chest.
"Yoooongiiii" Your whine comes out muffled by his shirt.
"Y/nnnnnn" It's now Yoongi's turn to mock your tone.
"Answer the questionnnn"
You feel the vibrations of his chest as he mumbles something into your hair, and you would've lost it on the spot if you weren't so focused on getting an answer out of him.
"Yoongi I can't understand you when you're mumbling like a child." You chuckle slightly, not wanting to dwell on how you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you before he mumbles once again, only this time louder.
"I don't understand you for shit." At this, Yoongi lets go of you and sits up with a sigh, looking at you for a second before securing his gaze on his hands. You follow suit and sit up as well, only slightly behind him.
"I like you. I've liked you. For a really long while." His voice is so soft and it sounds so timid, you almost think you're imagining it.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Wait- that's not a good way to respond to that. Uhhh- wait." You quickly shift so you're facing him fully.
"Do you mean like as in 'you're a homie' or like as in 'you're not just the homie you're THE homie'? Because before I say anything you would have to clari-"
"Do you think I do this with all my friends?" He cuts off your nervous ramble, grabbing both of your shaky hands with his equally shaken ones.
"What specifically?"
"All of it."
"Wha-"
"The sharing food? The holding hands and carrying you and bringing dinner over and inviting them everywhere with me? The cuddling and the 'baby' and 'doll'? You know how I am about my personal space, and you know how I am about my sleep, and you know how I am about affection. Do you think I do that with just anyone?"
"Well- I don't know, I mean- I don't know what your other friendsh-"
"I don't. You're the only one that gets to see me like this. You're the only one I treat like this. You're the only one I want to treat like this. I like you. And I want to be with you. And that's why I was upset. Because when I thought you were with someone else, it made me feel as if you didn't want the same thing as me."
Before you got the chance to even begin to process, Yoongi catches himself and feels the need to justify: "Obviously if you don't feel the same then I won't like, lash out at you or anything, it'll hurt but I don't want you to feel forced into something more with me than what we have now, it's just you asked me why I was upset and that was the only way I could explain it but I-"
"Yoongi." He's stopped by a soft tug to his shirt and the even softer sound of your voice.
You catch each other's eyes, the flickers of hope and longing between them, and the search of honesty.
"I feel the same."
A sigh leaves his lips and he breaks into a smile before picking you up in one motion and setting you on his lap so you're straddling him.
"Does this mean we're like, um- like,,,,"
"Like...?" His tone is teasing, and you know he knows what you mean.
"Like, y'know- like..."
"I actually don't know...."
"Yoongi." You huff out, your shyness getting the best of you.
"Yes?" His tone is smug, making you groan into his chest.
Working off of pure adrenaline, you mumble quietly: "Like, together."
"What was that doll?" You could practically hear the smirk on his face, making you try and shuffle away from him, but Yoongi's quicker, pulling you back into him with a giggle.
"If you're asking if we're officially dating, then don't even question it baby." He's still laughing, but his tone is firmer this time.
"So I'm taking that as a yes?"
"Fuck yes."
You burst out laughing at his response, and soon enough you've both fallen into a fit of giggles, as well as back into the bed, with you on top of Yoongi, before he flips you over so he's hovering over you.
"Y/N."
"Yoongi?"
"Can I kiss you?"
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Paint me yours.
Yoongi x reader
Genre: establish rlsp, smut, pure filthy smut.
Summary: you had an idea and yoongi never said no to it.
Warning: pure straight out smut, it's mature content so kids stay away, spanking, p into v penetrations, unprotected sex (i am not gonna say don't be foolish cause more than half of you don't even have a social life let alone because you are delulu), paint play, temperature play, soft dom yoongi, sub reader, yoongi loves taunting and teasing. That will be all please tell me if you find anything worth mentioning.
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Side note: this had been in my mind for days I had to get it out so that's why I stayed up the night writing this. Enjoy
Word count: 4k
To the point you could conclude yoongi was the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask of, he was the perfect softie, and the best power he held was that he never said no to anything you ever suggested, 6 years of relationship and there was not even a single time he had said no to you. Not even when you would ask him to come over at 3 in the morning.
So it wasn't a surprise that he had said yes to your almost shy request, it had struck you out of no where, you were just watching some show it had some scenes related to painting and just somehow you mind dragged you to the deepest pools of lust, a not so innocent idea striking you so hard that you had no other option but you discuss it with your boyfriend, you didn't tell him the details though, you just told him you had something in mind that you wanted to try with him and like yoongi was he never said no.
So that's how you both ended up in the living room of your apartment, the sofas and cushioned all pushed back to create abundance space for both you and yoongi to try the idea you had been thinking about, a large canvas laying in front of you both, the cans of pain kept on the side of it and a few brushes stocked in a pen stand beside your leg.
"So.." yoongi finally breaks the silence his hand placed on his hips while his body is half turned your way, one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows raised in a silent question, you couldn't exactly hide how nervous you were feeling about this, the death grip you had on your shirt was enough to give it out, your were biting the inside of your cheeks not entirely sure about how you should let yoongi know what you had planned, it felt embarassing to say it out loud.
It wasn't that you guys hadn't done shit, you guys were actually really far from that if anything the amount of corrupt acts you had done together was let's just say a secret hidden to maintain world peace. But this was the first time you had something you thought of, something totally out of the box, something that came from your imagination.
It wasn't that you were scared that yoongi would judge you, he never did that infact if anything he always helped you relax and not overthinking things, he always was there when the shouts inside your head got too loud, he always knew when you were about to lose it and that was why he turned towards you totally, his warm rough hands coming up to cup your cheeks and his warm lips coming to collide with the bridge of your nose, stealing a sigh from you.
"It's okay love, there's nothing wrong in wanting to try something if anything it makes us knowledgeable." Yoongi always knew what you thought even without you speaking it and it was something that has always come as a warm blanket over you anytime things got hard, just like now and his words actually relieve you making your stiffness dissolve and your expression softens as you look into his eyes.
"That's like my brave girl." The gummy smile that he flashes your way has the remaining tension leaving your body, a smile cracking on your face at his comment as he places his forehead against yours, "now stop torturing my poor soul and tell me what you have planned for us?" Yoongi's direct questions makes your throat dry but you can't hide away, you lick your dry lips locking eyes with him.
"Umm.. I thought.. maybe we could..try you know.. some paint and..that canvas..I mean you get it right, i can't put it into exact words but the rough up conclusion is that I want you to fuck me on that canvas." Your innocent stupor breaks away by the end of your monologue, it was hard to be shy about something when you always are the outspoken one, it's hard to not have words when you always have them.
Your words make your boyfriend laugh, a almost surprised look visible in his eyes while he squeezes your cheeks between his hands, "aww my baby finally turning naughty." Yoongi tease his voice dropping down a few octaves and turning husky making your knees quiver, you can feel the way your starts feel turned on by that single comment of his.
You look away from him not able to keep your eyes on him but that yoongi doesn't allows as he grips your chin gently between his finger and turns your eyes back towards him, "didn't we went over the rules love?, You need to keep yours Eyes on me my good girl." You knew how much of a switch yoongi was, he was the perfect boyfriend in public and in private when it was steamy hot moments he was a dominating alpha male who knew how to keep you withering and under his control but even in that he never did anything that would hurt you.
However that didn't mean you didn't get punished by him specifically on certain occasion and one thing to remember about yoongi was that, yoongi held his rules very important and the thought of making him angry made you wetter by seconds, as fun as it sounded you had other plans for today so you would rather let that one sit back for another time, so you kept your gaze pinned at him, "let's make this as detailed as we can play?" Yoongi's instruction was clear and simple and you knew that it was important for him to know what exactly you wanted so that the whole thing would turn out well.
Your nodding earned you a quick peck on the lips from yoongi one of his hand leaving your face and wandering down behind your back to squeeze your ass and pull you closer to him, your own hands entangled in the mess of his long black hairs to keep you anchored, "you want to be fucked laying down on that canvas ?" Yoongi questions humming against your lips, his hand that was still on your cheek patting it in a comforting manner, your heart felt warm at the action knowing exactly well that it was yoongi's way of keeping your anxiety from taking a toll on you.
"Yes." You whisper comes out breathy, your eyes almost closing when yoongi starts kissing his way from your jaw to your neck, lazy open mouth lustful kisses that have you moaning out his name already while you are sure you have drenched your panties already. "What else do you want me to do?" Yoongi questions all the while his hand that had been on your ass moved towards the front and in between your thighs pushing them apart slightly, you shudder at the feeling of his wet tongue licking away on your skin like fire.
"Paint.. I want you and I to leave colour imprinting of our love making on that canvas." You breathly confess your mind already going to hijack with the feeling of his lips against you and his hands that are playing with your body, a chuckle vibrates yoongi's body along side yours sending another wave of arousal gushing out of your pussy. "My my when did I turned my sweet little princess into a dirty girl?" You were sure as hell that yoongi loved teasing you, no matter how many times you guys had done how many dirty things, he would never give up on the idea that you were a classical good girl who he corrupted, in your opinion yoongi loved the fact that he had the power over you to turn you into lust filled slut and it didn't bother you even in the slightest not when it was yoongi or his skillful fingers which were currently tracing the outline of your panties.
"Anything else you would like me to do to you princess ?" You couldn't deny just how sexy yoongi's grunting voice sounded near your ear as he worked his way up the side of your neck to your ear, your hands tugging at his hair strands at the way his finger circled around your clothed clit, you almost cried at the teasing you were subjected to under yoongi's hand but you were never behind on returning the favour as your own hand moved down to cup his clothes already hard bulge through his sweatpants.
When yoongi groaned on you palming him a satisfied smirk ignited on your lips while you watched the way his hooded lust blown eyes gave you a warning look, "that will be all darling." You kept your voice seductive, dragging the nickname further to tease the man who just smiled lazily at your cheeky behaviour before his hands were shredding you off your clothes and you were returning the favour, not even ten seconds later both you were reduced to your underwear and yoongi to his sweatpants.
Yoongi smiled at you deviously before attacking your lips, his hands roaming all over your body coming up to squeeze your breast before they started to massage them and a loud moan elicited from you in response. Your own hands couldn't from pulling him in even more, not letting him go until you both were running short on air, you both pulled away totally breathless eyes scanning each other's body with a hunger visible in both your eyes.
Yoongi took a step back from you and opened up one of the cans that laid on the floor, "get down here princess." The commanding voice that yoongi used were enough to turn your legs into jelly and he didn't really had to tell you twice before you found yourself sitting halfway on top of the canvas, yoongi took his place in between your parted legs, you watched him with anticipating breathe as his eyes made contact with yours, a grin spreading on his lips.
"Open up for me princess." Yoongi requested tapping the inside of your thighs and you stretched them far apart allowing yoongi the perfect view of your drenched panty, a groan left the man at the sight of your already gone state, your smiled clearly feeling proud that you were the reason yoongi looked so animalistic, like he could devour you right then and there, "already so wet for me love." Yoongi commented taking a step closer to you and tracing a finger from your knees to your inner thighs before they dived inside your panty to press against your clit which made you throw your head back while you supported yourself on the palm of your hands leaning back and pushing forward on his finger, "always wet for you baby." Your breathless confession made the man swell up with pride, his eyes shining as he eye fucked you, taking in the sinister state you were in, mentally clicking up an image of yours in his mind to keep.
He pulled away his finger from your core making a whimper escape your mouth but that only made the male chuckle as he started to pull down your panty, a cold wet sensation igniting where yoongi touched which made you look back at him out of curiousity, your breathe getting stolen when you see the sight that greets you.
A trail of yellow paint follows the finger that are pulling your panties down, the sight just makes you more wet and your throw back your head again when yoongi discards your panty and places a kiss to the top of your thigh, "absolutely beautiful." Yoongi whispers warm against your skin as he places open mouth kisses to your thigh all the way down to your knees before his one hand comes to your hips moving back to your ass, you can feel the coolness of the paint wherever yoongi touches you and you almost lose all your senses when his hand kneads on your ass cheeks spreading the paint further on it.
"Eyes on me love." Yoongi punctuates his words with a light smack to yours other ass cheek, his figure coming atop you, his face hovering inches above yours while his lower half press against yours, you moan when yoongi's clothed length press against your naked heat, "who said you were allowed to keep that on?" You questioned looking into yoongi's eyes, knowing that he understood what you were talking about, yoongi smirks down on you as your hands lock behind his neck, he supports himself on one of his forearm while the other dips into the can of paint beside you before it disappears down.
You open your mouth to say something against stopping immediately when you feel yoongi run down his painted hand down your torso to your abdomen and then down to your core, he smears the paint on either of your inner thighs before his fingers progress in on your pussy, his two fingers rubbing on the lips of your pussy before he parts them and enters his middle finger knuckle deep into your core, you scream out curses throwing your head back at the invasion.
"Ah ah love didn't i say eyes on me." Yoongi's fingers retreat along his words making you whimper in refusal, your eyes glaring at the man on top of you before you decide that he deserves a pay back so you flip him over, now you are the one on top of him. You straddle his lap purposely grinding yourself against his length to get those beautiful groans of his. This time it's yoongi whose head falls back and his eyes shut, giving you the perfect opportunity to Tut back at him.
"Now baby, that isn't really exemplary for someone who was taunting me about closing my eyes." You sass back continuing to ride him, yoongi totally ignores your sass, his hands grip onto your waist so tight tha you are sure there are gonna be bruises but you don't mind some bruises.
Not when yoongi looks so lost and divine with his lips parted his eyes shut while he is fumbling out incoherent words, you turn yours body half sideways grabbing onto a can of colour and opening it before you dip your hand in it and pull out to spread the red paint over yoongi's chest, making sure to give him a slow shoulder massage when you are at it anyway. You lean down enough so that your chest is brushing his with each breath that he takes, knowing very well that the wet paint is getting on your body too.
Your bump yours nose with his as you grind against him, "how does it feels baby?" You straight out provoke him using a slutry tone and continue to grind against him as you continued your tortur-- massage on his chest trailing the extra paint down to his v line, you can hear yoongi grunt and groan at your action but he doesn't complains, so you continue until you reach the offending piece of clothing and when you do, you placed a kiss directly over that visible tent in his pants, making sure to suck on that very spot to make yoongi even more frustrated, finally you get the piece of clothing off him by dragging his sweatpants of his hips, making extra sure that you did it slowly as slowly as you could with the man grumbling for you to be a little quick at your work but you took your sweet time and once he was free from his confinements.
You dipped both your hands in two different colours winking up at him wickedly as you say in between his stretched thighs, "what are yo.." yoongi didn't complete his question before which yours hands were placed on either side of his hips before you trailed your fingers towards his cock, taking slow deliberate taps closer to his shaft before finally taking his length in your hand and smearing his mighty cock with the paint, making sure to Dip down and place a quick kiss to the oozing tip of his cock, maybe a quick suck too just so to hear that throat deep grunt of his while he cursed.
"Easy there babyboy." Your tease seem to only make the male more restless, it was actually an impressive thing that you and yoongi had rules that when the other takes charge you must restrain from stopping them not until you can't help it, so knowing that yoongi could help it still you took your time sliding your palm up and down the inside of his shaft, even going for some extra paint before going down to massage his balls, so instead of an oil massage you were giving him a paint massage how funny.
"Y/N you need to stop if you don't want to end up in a rather hard situation." You knew why yoongi was warning you and it only made you giggle the fact that he was so close to lose it when you were pumping his length with yours hands wrapped around it, making sure to give him a squeeze every now and then. Yep you were totally asking for it but never saw it coming not when yoongi's hands traveled to grab onto yours shoulder, not when he let them trail down your arm, you thought he was trying to anchor himself by doing that but boy were you wrong?
A yelp left your mouth when yoongi pulled you atop him by a harsh tug on your arm, your blood ran cold when you saw the look of pure wickedness and contempt clear in his eyes, it left you breathless, your breathe hitched in your throat when yoongi turned you both around, trapping you in between his arms.
"Lay on your stomach love." That was enough to make you feel goosebumps the chills in his voice making you gulp down harshly while your walls clenched around nothing, you didn't protest and complied with him, turning around and laying flat on your stomach while you heard him mutter a good girl just beside your ear, you knew yoongi purposely pressed his body against yours letting you feel his hard length against your ass. You knew he purposely rubbed his cock against you to make you frustrated.
"Hands above your head princess." You complied without any complain knowing exactly well there was nothing to argue with him about, you yelped when yoongi delivered a smack against your ass, "playing with fire isn't something good girls do my love." Yoongi's scolding was something he was enjoying and you knew that from his tone, you tried to hold back a retort meanwhile yoongi nudged you open for him even more.
You were about to make a comment when yoongi decided to plunge three finger inside you, making you scream out in surprise which made him laugh, you turned your head back to glare at the man who just gave you a cocky smirk, finding your surprise funny.
"Any problem there love?" He mocked you as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, you would have retorted with something witty had it not been that yoongi was making you moan and groan so good, you felt fool with his fingers knuckle deep inside you hitting that perfect spot only he could find.
Yoongi kept his thrust even until he felt you clench around his digit that was when he picked up his pace making you cry out his name in a bliss as white covered your vision and you saw stars when you came on his finger, yoongi helping you through you high and once he was sure you were okay, he pulled his fingers out licking them clean before he placed a kiss on your shoulder.
You laid there silently for a moment or two as you felt yoongi giving you a back massage while he spread paint on your back, once he was done you finally looked back at him, "not exhausted right?" You couldn't help but smile at the way yoongi cared even though you knew he needed you right now too, it was heart warming to know that for him you and your comfort always came first no matter what.
"Our quickies also have more than one round baby." You commented back trying to assure him that you were not thoroughly spent, who were you kidding there had been far more times when you and yoongi kinda did the very thing the song 69 talked about.
"I don't see a lie there." Yoongi comments back helping you to turn around and lay on your back as he came to press his lips against yours, you giggled against his lips when his fingers brushed against your tummy, you felt yoongi smile in the kiss as he positioned himself against you, you pulled his bottom lip between your teeths tugging at it as he pushed into.
You let his bottom lip go moaning along side him at the way you felt filled in that moment, a connection that felt like you were made for him, yoongi didn't felt different either he felt like you were the missing pieces of his life, the pieces that would complete the puzzle we call life and just like a puzzle fits perfectly you fit perfectly against him.
"I love you." You both whispered at the same time chuckling right after at the moment, it was so serene and peaceful you could do this for a life time, yoongi stayed buried inside you for a moment longer before he pulled out halfway and then thrusted in again, "once I am done taking you like this, i will make you bounce on my cock." Yoongi's words made you clench around him a deep moan eliciting from somewhere within your chest as yoongi pulled out and thrusted harshly inside you again.
"You like that?.. ofcourse you like it, you are a dirty girl..a slut who likes to be used by me..want me to tell you what else I will do to you?" Yoongi laughs when you clench around him even harder at the way he talks, it turns you so much, yoongi turns you on so much that you don't mind any position or any number of times he is willing to take you in.
"How about I fuck you from behind?, spank that pretty little ass of yours so good that you can't sit without thinking about me, you like that ..ngh ...fuck look at the way you are clenching around me.." you weren't able to thinking about the way yoongi was trying to tease you, you were far too gone in the pleasure to even think about anything, every thing yoongi said you wanted him to do that to you.
You knew your clenching around yoongi was making him get closer to his release too, it was make him lose his mind too and the absolute proof was the way he was twitching inside of you while he kept thrusting inside you in a harsh pace. You were sure had it not been for yoongi's before hand arrangements the canvas would have gave in by now, you were glad that yoongi was so good at planning things and paying attention to little things, it made you love him even more.
You couldn't help but stare in awe at the man who you claimed to love with all you heart, his forehead glistening with sweat as the light from the ceiling lights brightened his features, the way his deep throat grunts were edging you off and when his fingers rubbed circles against your clit you finally gave in, feeling the white blanket covering your vision again as stars danced in front of you, your release seeming to trigger even yoongi's as he came into you with one last thrust.
His body slumping on top of yours while you trying to catch your breathe, yoongi slipped from on top of you before pulling you to him, a quick peck pressed to your hairline with a i love you. It didn't end just then though, yoongi had promised you a lot more rounds after that too so that's exactly what you guys did.
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"Hey yoongi hyung!" Jungkook's calling drew yoongi out from the kitchen where he was helping you, he headed to where the maknae was, yoongi's steps flattering slightly when he saw where the youngest was standing, his eyes fixed on the same spot where jungkook was looking at, "yea?" Yoongi tried to play it cool but the way the maknae looked so focused had him feeling an itch of nervousness inside him, "you never told me that you were getting so good at painting." Jungkook's comment made the elder laugh, as his eyes jumped from jungkook to the canvas hung covering one of yoongi's living room wall, a whole series of flashback shooting through his mind at the images.
"It just slipped my mind." Yoongi mumbled out looking back to jungkook for a quick moment before his eyes wandered away to where you were inside the kitchen, an evil mischievous grin plastered on your face while you mouthed a 'Suits you.' in yoongi's direction before jin walks in to talk to you about something.
"It's kind of impressive how nice you have used the brush strokes."
Oh jungkook only if you knew.
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midnight musician | myg
pairing. yoongi x reader established relationship au
genre. smut, fluff, idol!yoongi
w.c. 2.2k
summary. Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of your boyfriend playing piano, you follow the noise and end up getting more from him than just a sideshow.
contains. cute n fluffy moment that somehow turns into rough fucking on a grand piano, fingering (f rec.), creampie, slight hand kink, unprotected sex etc
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Heavy asleep, mind turned off and tucked away in a dream, music begins to creep into your resting conscious.
Instinctively, you try to ignore it but still inevitably become more and more aware, soon opening your eyes to the dim room. Despite the lack of light, you immediately note that your boyfriend is not laying next to you. Traveling your vision to the digital clock on top of the nightstand, you softly hum in confusion.
Sitting up in bed, you’re once again greeted with a delicate noise sourced from the living room.
He’s at it again.
You fondly smile to yourself at this cute habit of Yoongi’s that you discovered, which is that he plays the piano when he can’t fall asleep. Perhaps to tire himself. A lullaby played by him and for him.
Eager to catch him in the act (and not miss out on a single note) you kick the sheets off and tiptoe your way through the tranquil apartment, over to the end of the hallway to which you lean your side onto the threshold.
Admiring your boyfriend, you cross your arms and can’t help but giggle when he gets a note wrong, his nose scrunching in frustration.
Upon your entertainment, his shy eyes dart to yours.
“What are you doing up?” He calmly asks while detaching his fingers from the keyboard, his hands lazily collapsing into his lap as he looks across the room at you, eyes helplessly noticing the way his shirt looks on you.
Walking up to join him on the small leather bench, his eyes don’t leave yours.
“Nothing… Just watching you miss those notes.”
Fitting yourself beside him, he nudges your upper arm.
“Aish, you can’t say that, had I known you were there I would’ve played way better!”
You smile once more at his whine, shaking your head before grabbing onto his wrist closest to you.
“Don’t let me stop you, you were doing good.”
He playfully rolls his eyes at your hypocritical statement but nonetheless places his fingertips back onto the glossy keys.
From the way his body is tensed up, you can tell he’s shy, and you want to tell him so badly how he shouldn’t be nervous about playing in front of you right now because, as bad as it sounds, your attention isn’t even on the noise… it’s on his hands.
Your eyes glance over every single vein that travels up his hand, sexily engraved into his slender fingers. His bitten-up thumb that he chews up when anxious. The jagged knuckles that rest atop. God, you love his hands.
“Aish…” He stops playing after missing another note, dramatically throwing his hands up in surrender. “I really need to work on tha—”
His words come to a halt as your lips capture his, and his body jolts only the slightest bit in startle before happily melting into your sudden touch.
Reluctant to end it, he forces himself to pull back, a fond lazy smile lighting up his face.
“What’s that for?”
You softly give him a few more pecks, unable to resist.
“I can’t just spontaneously kiss my boyfriend?”
He’s cherry red, and half of you has such a strong urge to pinch his dough-like cheeks because of how breathtakingly cute he looks right now, and the other half of you wants to fuck that blush right off his face.
“Pianos are like… sturdy, right?”
He furrows his brows in confusion, head tilting.
“I mean… I suppose? Mind me asking why?”
Mischievously biting your lip, you slowly stand up, fingertips toying with the fabric of his shirt.
“Do you think it’d be strong enough for me to sit on?”
You can see his already visible confusion become more prominent.
“But why would you want to sit— Oh.”
He darts his eyes away from yours, probably to hide the heat he feared was visible on his cheeks.
You and Yoongi were both naturally shy, so it took a while before you got completely comfortable with each other, and so with that being said, bold statements like that catch him completely off guard.
Not that he doesn’t like it, in fact, he loves it, he’s just shy.
“Yoongi~” you softly coo, fingertips walking up his shoulder. “I want you to fuck me on this piano.”
His eyes meet yours, hooded and dark.
His tongue hastily darts out to lick over his dry parted lips, his gaze flicking to the piano then back to you, then down your figure. Ironically, that’s the same time he felt something else rise up.
He doesn’t speak a word when he scoots the bench back and stands up, allowing you space to crawl up the piano, using the bench as a boost up.
You cautiously steer clear of the keys, not wanting to break anything or ruin the comfortable, desire-filled, silence with a sudden off-note.
Having maneuvered over to the opposite end of the piano, your back faces him and you casually strip his baggy shirt off of your body as you await his proximity.
The second the hook of your bra sprung open, your breasts slipping out and erecting in the open air, you hear footsteps gradually get closer until finally, the tops of his thighs are poking against your closed knees and his large hands are prying them apart, getting comfortable in between.
His gaze stays fixated on your breasts and how erect they are, and without much contemplation he allows those same hands- the ones that lead you to want to do this in the first place- to your breasts, squeezing ever so softly, almost like a massage. Each time he applied pressure his soft skin would graze your nipple, causing a series of very small, light moans to escape from you.
“Can’t believe we haven’t thought about this before…” You think aloud, breaking the comfortable silence with your soft mumble.
“Thought about fucking on a piano?”
His airy chuckle that followed his dumbfounded reiteration was still laced with slight nerves, the tinge of pink slowly slipping past his features the more the lust and desire take over.
“I suppose there’s a first for everything, right?”
Yoongi’s instantly brought back to the night he took your virginity, that beautiful, beautiful night. It was so pure. So incredibly intimate and just memorable. He remembers how gentle he was for you despite your commands to ‘go harder’, ‘go faster’. He remembers the way your brows creased upon feeling him for the first time. He remembers the satisfaction that came with satisfying you. You satisfying him.
The memories make the desire take over completely, both hands falling from your breasts, one landing on your outer thigh and the other going straight to where you need it.
“You never fail to amaze me.” his voice is a couple of octaves deeper than usual, the lust usually having that effect on him.
You recline back a bit on your palms, inviting him to press closer against you. He doesn’t fail to comply, chest flat against yours as he keeps an inch's worth of space between your core and his bulge to allow room for his hand.
“Yeah? Prove it.” Your hand finds home in his messy jet-black hair, blindly guiding the long strands out of his eyes as your head is too lolled back to see him clearly. “Prove how I amaze you by watching how fast I can cum for you.”
Your words were random and rushed, spoken from a desire-fueled place, but incredibly enticing to his ears. This only added to his point.
His fingertips brush against your panties, creeping them into its waistband before wiggling the pesky fabric off of you completely and letting them fall to the floor in front of his feet. You shiver as a gust of wind hits you right where you need it, his fingers accompanying the minor relief and transitioning it into something much more pleasurable.
“How are you always so fucking wet?”
His tone was one of appreciation and frustration, the idea of you being in said state for him all of the time makes him almost irritated at how great you are.
“It’s the effect you have on me.”
Sipping two digits past your entrance, it’s not long until you feel the slender length of them brush right against the deepest, most pleasurable part of you only to retract and repeat until you feel like your moans could potentially cause you to lose your voice.
What’s embarrassing is that even though he’s going moderately slow, allowing for you to pick up on the rhythm and adjust as needed, you still find yourself squirming to the touch, your vocal ability seeming restless.
He pulls his fingers out before he can feel your convulsions any further, wanting to reserve your climax for a better ending.
“So fucking hard right now, jagi.” he speaks in what may be reassurance or an explanation as to why he stopped fingering you and started untying his sweatpants instead.
“If that’s the case you just gotta fuck me a little harder than usual. Put it to the test, y’know?”
He knows all too well as his length stands hard and almost swollen beneath his touch, his legs squirming the slightest bit as he strokes himself slowly, the lingering remains of your juices that were left on his fingers being something of a lubricant for him.
You whine in anticipation and gesture for him to continue as planned, reclining a little further back and spreading your legs wide for him.
His eyes are on yours as his tip almost magnetically lines with your core, automatically slipping in due to the natural lubricant. Your moans are almost alike, pitch being the only differentiating factor. As he pushes halfway in, a light squelching sound is heard before it’s abruptly cut off by the skin of his hipbone slapping against yours as well as the yelp you let out.
“Yoongi…”
You don’t regret asking him to go hard moments ago as the newness is something you’re sure you can get used to very quickly and even die happily in. He’s usually soft and slow; sex between you both is almost always intimate and slow. So when he continues to fuck himself into you like it’s the end of the world, you can’t help but gradually melt away into that climatic pool of bliss a little quicker than usual.
Just as you began to mentally question how you were going to ever redeem yourself from potentially cumming too fast, his hips slow down and he pauses for a moment to catch his own breath and come back to earth for a moment.
“Fuck.” he mutters in a pant, forehead having just started to prick with sweat.
His hands engulf the tops of each of your thighs, bracing himself gently against you as you both allow your heavy breathing to sound up the whole room.
It’s not long until you miss that feeling of pleasure that was starting to creep its way into your lower stomach, so you begin to softly grind with his length still bottomed out in you.
He jolts at the unexpectedness but then molds into the pleasurable feeling that he benefits from it, an airy moan escaping from the depths of his throat.
Your arms lock around his sweaty neck, holding him close as your hips continue to grind onto him, his length rubbing your insides just right. His hands travel to your waist, gripping with slight pressure as if he doesn’t plan to ever let go.
Your moans as well as his are more of mumbled hums and whines rather than vigorous exclamations like how it was a moment ago. Those mumbled whines of yours pick up as his teeth latch onto the delicate skin of your neck, nibbling in a teasing yet comforting manner. You grind harder.
“Don’t stop, baby. Feels so good when you do that.”
You hum in response, easily complying with his request. The familiar sensation made its appearance in your abdomen after your pace picked up, the sensation slowly cascading throughout what feels like every bone and nerve in your body until it crashes down heavily into your lower stomach, releasing at your core that’s still filled with Yoongi.
“Yoongi, I’m c-cumming.”
He felt you as you pulsated around him, a familiar signal that lets him know whenever you're close, if not there. He doesn’t fail to get closer himself each time your pussy pulsates around him, suctioning him up so pleasurably until that same bone-felt feeling swallows him whole and spits him back out in the form of milky liquid pumping out of him and cascading deep inside of you.
And it’s not until you’re both frozen, busy soaking in that feeling, that you relish in the realization of how good you make each other feel. The warm mess of both your climaxes balancing between your bodies, waiting for the retraction so it can drip out, showcasing itself to your vision.
Yoongi hisses through his teeth upon pulling out, the sensitivity at its highest. You retract your sticky arms from his heated neck, falling back onto your palms as you watch him use the back of his hand to wipe his forehead.
His eyes catch you staring, a lazy smile creeping onto his dazed features.
“I should play more often.” he humorously notes, nodding over to the tile side of the piano. You laugh to the best of your abilities, exhaustion having already taken over your body and mind.
“You should.”
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After he took the initiative to clean you both up with a warm rag and wipe any evidence off of the piano, he guided you to bed to which you both ended up having a pretty great sleep, to say the least.
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A/N: ew not the “and they lived happily ever after, the end” lol don’t mind the ending it’s 3 am and this took me so long to finish 😭 anywho, hope u enjoyedddd <3
released on 6/xx/22 ; revised and edited on 8/26/22
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i love your yandere fics! may i request soft yandere yoongi where he’s the other man? the reader tried to keep the affair hidden but he was having none of it so he makes things very obvious and stuff, maybe even going as far to babytrap the reader? 👉👈
- 🪷 anon
standing outside, baby, who is that guy?
here you are!! i hope you enjoyed 🪷 anon 💕 !!!!!! also cw afab terminology is used!
soft yandere yoongi/reader | possessive behavior | infidelity | dub con | stalking | soft min yoongi | possessive min yoongi | top min yoongi | babytrapping | come marking | creampie | fluff and smut | soft dom min yoongi | vaginal fingering | vaginal sex
"I love you." You rolled off of Yoongi reaching down to slip the condom off of him and tie it shut. You cuddled up to him kissing him softly his big hands wrapped around your waist.
"I love you too baby and I really mean it when I say I want you to move in, wanna see you every second of every day." Yoongi kissed your cheek running his hands up and down your back.
"Haha I wanna move in too but I like my space and not living together doesn't mean I don't love you." You laughed emptily pushing your face into his chest.
"I know I just wanna hold you all the time." He reached down making you look up at him as he smiled.
"One-day babe one day, but I should probably get home Mitski is most likely starving." You smiled back before getting up and out of bed.
"He's a needy little cat huh?"
"Mhm just like you hehe." You pinched his stomach giggling.
"I'm not a cat babe" He walked you to the front door you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
"Yeah, sure I'll believe it when you don't sleep 12 hours a day." He pushed you against the coat rack licking into your mouth and laughing between kisses.
"I do other stuff."
"Sure you do big guy. Love you!"
"Love you too." As you left Yoongi wandered back into his apartment immediately going to his computer and pulling up a GPS locator, he watched the dot move across the city before stopping, he stood pulling his coat on going out.
You reached your apartment flicking the lights on, and Mitski ran right up to you meowing incessantly the lights from the cars passing by illuminated the dark space, even more, you picked him up and made your way to the kitchen setting him on the counter as you got to preparing him some soft food.
"You're home late." Hands wrapped around your waist causing you to jolt but you turned around to face your husband kissing him softly.
"Mm sorry, the girls wanted to dance a lot longer than expected."
"That's fine just shoot me a text next time." He spun you in his arms before pressing a kiss to your neck.
"I will I'm sorry. I love you." You pouted kissing him as his hands slid up the back of your thighs hoisting you up onto the counter.
"I love you too." His hand slid up your dress as he sucked at your neck light enough to not leave a mark. Unbeknownst to you as he slid a condom onto himself and sunk into you and your back arched in pleasure a dark figure stood outside your window watching you two.
As you clocked out of your work for the day you felt excitement rush through you knowing that you'd be able to see Yoongi, your 6 month anniversary was today and it was hard to contain your happiness. Tonight you'd be able to be with him alone for a whole night for the first time in months. You made your way to his apartment immediately pulling up in minutes only to rush up the stairs and let yourself in.
"Yoongi!" You shouted as you wrapped your arms around him kissing him all over his face before noticing that he was unnaturally silent.
"Baby what's wrong?' You pulled back pushing his hair out of his face and seeing the tears on his cheeks.
"Oh my go what happened? Did you have a bad day at work?"
"Yeah yeah I did but it's okay babe. I have a question though."
"Ask away."
"You'd never cheat on me, right?" His hand was like a brand on your hip as he looked deep into your eyes, you felt pinned and scared underneath his gaze.
"No of course not Yoongi!"
"Okay good because you're mine and no one else's right?"
"Yes, I'm yours and only yours." He kissed you tenderly running his tongue over your teeth, as the kiss heated up, he nipped your bottom lip pulling it into his mouth sucking hard. You groaned jumping up into his arms his hands instantly grabbed your ass bringing you to the bed, he laid you out beneath him as he bit and licked at your neck.
"Mm baby no marks."
"I know I know don't worry." His hand slid behind your back down to your ass unzipping your skirt and tugging it down your legs, you quickly unbuttoned your shirt pulling it off, grabbing at the back of his neck kissing him. You both stripped down bare you grinding your pussy across his length moaning each time the head bumped your clit.
"Fuck hurry condom." Yoongi reached over into his nightstand ripping one off the strip and sliding it onto himself as he kissed you your tongues rubbing together. He ran his fingers across your opening slipping two in a once more slick gushing out of you as you moaned while he hooked his fingers upwards.
"Yoongi baby please fuck me." Yoongi sucked one of your nipples into his mouth as he fingered you roughly the loud squelching resounded throughout the room, and your head was thrown back in pleasure. Before you could come he pulled his fingers out pulling you fully onto his lap and holding his cock beneath you, you laid a hand behind yourself flat on the bed as he guided his member into you. You whimpered from the stretch rolling your hips and quelling the burning sensation away.
You ground your hips down onto him a puddle of slick quickly building up in his pubic hair bubbling as you lifted yourself up slamming back down onto him, his hands held onto your waist tightly enough to bruise and you wanted to protest but it felt so good. His fingers slid to your clit rubbing over the hood in short jerky circles making you realize just how close you were.
"Oh fuck babe more more more." Yoongi moaned meeting your every thrust with his own, thumb working over your clit even faster. Your cunt pulsed around him as the heat in your belly grew you spasmed hard your muscles tightening up as you came slick flowing out of you. Yoongi growled working you through your orgasm before he grabbed your waist and fucked himself into you roughy chasing his orgasm. you whimpered when he came feeling the warmth of the condom being filled.
Panting you slid off him before realizing that the condom was inside of you, frantically you pulled it out being careful not to get any inside of you. You hopped off the bed rushing to the bathroom only to see white trickling out of you, gasping you grabbed tissues desperately trying to clean yourself up, only for more to leak out. You couldn't help but cry mortified at what was happening.
"Hey, baby everything alright?" You sobbed opening the door Yoongi instantly looked down his eyes widening in shock at the mess of your legs.
"Fuck babe it's okay I'll run to the store real quick okay?" You nodded hugging him as he rushed out of the bathroom got dressed and left. He returned only moments later with a plastic bag in his hand
"Shit," yoongi said running out of the bathroom again you could hear cupboard doors opening before he came back moments later with a glass of water and a white pill, you gulped both down trembling.
"It'll be okay I promise." Yoongi wrapped his arms around you kissing the top of your head.
"I love you."
"I love you too." You said as you sniffled burrowing yourself into his chest.
A few months passed before you realized that your stomach had gotten very taut and much bigger, it only took one pregnancy test to find out you were pregnant, you cried for hours unsure of what to do but you decided in the end it was best to tell Yoongi.
"I'm pregnant." You said as the two of you were cuddled up on Yoongi's couch watching television.
"Oh. Well, that's okay I mean we can take care of the baby together so it'll be fine." Yoongi grinned at you rubbing your back.
"No, I don't want it."
"What do you mean you don't want it?" Yoongi sat up looking at you his eyes dark.
"I mean exactly what I said I don't want it."
"Why not?" Yoongi stood and then tilted his head his eyes only slits as he stared at you, you scoffed not believing his attitude.
"Why do you want me to have it so bad?" You stood up hands on your hips.
"Because I love you! I've always loved you even when you didn't know who I was! So I don't understand why you have to cheat on me and I don't give a damn if he's your husband or not! I was here first!" Yoongi waved the knife around before pointing it right at you.
"You what?" Yoongi stepped up to you pressing the knife into your bicep blood quickly pooling to the surface as you winced, his other hand holding you by your hair.
"You're stuck with me and I'm not gonna let anyone else have you do you understand? That baby was my last ditch effort and you are not getting rid of it." He let go of you watching you fall to the floor trembling blood running down your arm.
"You're scaring me Yoongi please." You fell to the floor as soon as he let go of you huddling up against the wall your knees pressed to your chest.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I don't mean to scare you but I love you so so much baby I can't live without you okay? So please I'm begging you just leave him for me? You know how much I love you and I could take far better care of you than he ever could." You nodded letting him pull you into a hug as you sobbed.
Later that night as you slept Yoongi slipped out of bed heading into his office unlocking his computer, he plugged in his camera taking thousands of pictures of you at work, at home, with your friends, off the SD card putting them into a folder with your name. He smiled setting one of you laying on your bathroom floor cradling the positive pregnancy test in your hands as his wallpaper.
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pop champagne and release the doves because this bitch right here is WRITING
#bts fanfic#bts#bts fic#mafia au#yoongi x reader#fic:lacrimosa#yandere yoongi#yandere bts#yandere#soft yandere#soft yoongi
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Oh baby
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Idol husband yoongi x pregnant wife reader!
Summary: attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview
Genre: fluff, fluff and fluff!
Warnings: a little cursing because you need to pee and people are clicking photos, you're 7 and a half month pregnant and yoongi's buff and so in love with you. Husband yoongi is a big warning itself.
A/n: hello hello I'm not dead
Author's pov:
"And the song of the year award goes to..." you looked at the host with big eyes all the while holding your husband yoongi's hand tightly and his other hand which was holding you, squeezed your shoulder gently out of nervousness "Min yoongi! Or we can say producer suga!" You squealed and got up immediately, well atleast tried to do so but it was a little hard with your belly in the way but yoongi held you up and pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss causing you to blush and giggle against his lips as the camera zoomed in on both of you.
Pulling back he leaned his head against yours, smiling widely that matched your bright smile and you whispered "I'm so proud of you" he nodded closing his eyes and kissed your forehead before pulling back and you smiled as the other members also pulled him in a group hug before he walked up to the stag while buttoning his suit jacket. You sat back on your seat with a little help from jimin and smiled staring at your husband who was emitting a powerful and confident aura while standing on the stage.
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Yoongi smiled pulling you close to him with his strong arm wrapped around your waist and caressing your belly softly and his other hand holding the award. You smiled leaning against his shoulder feeling a little dizzy with so many cameras flashing but with his arm wrapped around you tightly, it was a little better. Placing a soft hand on your belly you smiled when a female photographer complemented you and bowed a little while yoongi smirked kissing the side of your head.
As yoongi was answering the questions by the interviewers, your smiled flattered a little feeling the sudden strong urge to pee. You've been holding it quite well the whole night because you don't like going to public bathrooms but now it seemed like the baby was having none of it and started squeezing the life out of your bladder. You didn't even drink that much just so you wouldn't have to pee but the baby loves teasing you and decided that it was the right time to sit on your bladder.
As much as you tried to control it, a squeak almost left your lips when a sudden cramp hit you and the urge grew stronger so tugging his suit jacket you forced a smile with all the cameras clicking when he turned his head to face you with a soft smile which immediately disappeared when he noticed the look on your face "what's wrong? Is everything okay?" He mumbled looking at you worriedly and you shaked your head squeezing his hand which was on your belly "i need to pee" you whispered and his eyes widened slightly before he cursed under his breath "fuck is it urgent?" He mumbled rubbing your side gently and you nodded hastily "very. Please" you whispered with pleading eyes and yoongi kissed your forehead nodding.
He looked at the bodyguard besides him and whispered something to which the bodyguard nodded and said something in his ear piece and a second later you saw all the bodyguards around you form a circle to guide you both out of the ocean of reporters who immediately started rushing and following you both . Yoongi covered you with his body and held you tightly all the while until you both reached your car and he helped you sit inside before sitting too. "Yoongi fast" you whined squeezing your legs tightly and he nodded looking at you apologetically "let's go. Drive fast but carefully" he told the driver who nodded and started the car.
During the whole ride you were squeezing the life out of yoongi's hand who groaned slightly but still let you do anything you want and you almost kicked the door open when the driver pulled up at your house and got off before waddling towards the front door as fast as you can with yoongi running behind you. Punching in the pin when the finger print was taking too long, you almost stumbled while trying to run on the smooth tiles with your heels on. Crouching down, he took your platform heels off quickly when you tried to run to the bathroom with them and you placed your hand on his head to support yourself whining "yoongi hurry up! i can't hold it anymore" "okay okay there you go. Don't run!" He said when you took off holding your belly and slammed the bathroom door shut.
He chuckled shaking his head and ruffled his already ruffled hair and stood up hearing you babbling incoherent words of relief and took out one of his t shirt for you to wear. A few moments later You came out of the bathroom with a satisfied smile while rubbing your belly to see him shirtless and waddled towards him to burry your face in his hard chest causing him to chuckle fondly and hold you tightly. "Are you feeling good?" He mumbled pressing kisses on your head and you nodded sighing in relief as he unzipped your tight dress "so good" you whispered kissing his neck. Humming he took your dress off completely and unclipped your bra causing you to shiver slightly while he helped you wear his shirt.
You hugged him again causing him to laugh and you kissed him saying "you did so great. We are so proud of you" he hummed holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss "really?" "Yes" "thank you baby" you giggled and bite his bottom lip gently while he made you sit on the bed. He groaned saying "don't get me started babygirl. I won't be able to control myself later" you pouted but still nodded while he smirked went to get your makeup wipes. Coming back he crouched down and cleaned your face gently while you smiled when the baby kicked. Throwing the dirty wipes he came back and helped you lay down gently before laying down besides you and pulled you close to him.
You sighed happily and buried your face in his neck mumbling "tell your kids not to squeeze my bladder when they are so many people around us" his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle and he nodded rubbing your stomach gently "I'll tell them tomorrow when they wake up. Now go to sleep babygirl" your eyes were closed and soft snores were coming out when he looked at you causing him to smile to himself. He kissed your belly before kissing your head and closed his eyes holding his world close to him.
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The next day's headline was a photo of you and yoongi whispering to each other with a Caption of "the sweetest couple of all the time" with everyone thinking that you both were smiling and whispering your love but only you and yoongi knows what you were actually talking out.
"I love you baby" "we love you too yoon"
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Yoongi x Amity layouts!
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YOONGLESS !!!! MY BBY GIRL
he so soft, adorable, smol, shy, trynna keep my page emo but bros a cutie patootie
(the man in question bein a 31 yr old rapper who’s currently in the military)
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‘I didnt know that I was capable,
Of being happy right now,
But you showed me how.’
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Gummy Smiles and Messy Bed Head
Yoongi x Reader
I’ve been inspired by all the talented writers on here so I decided to do a very short one shot 🫣
Inspired by his Instagram photos of his messy hair 😭
Warnings: none just soft Yoongi and sunlight
Ps: if you have any constructive criticism pls drop in the comments as this is my first one shot.
Waking up to the sun shining through the sheer curtain, the room is painted in a warm glow. Turning over I grab my phone from the bedside table as 9am greets me.
Yawning as I pat the other side of the bed for Yoongi, I instead find his disappearing warmth. Stumbling my way out of bed, the smell of coffee fills the air. Stretching as I slowly move to the kitchen I’m greeted by Yoongi’s back and messy bed head. A smile graces my face as I walk closer towards him.
Hearing my footsteps he turns to face me, sleep prevalent on his face.
“Morning.” He grumbles.
Yoongi looks especially cute this morning, his long hair moving in all directions with him leaning against the countertop. The coffee smell coming from the mug in his hands.
“Good morning,” I whisper, moving to hug him from behind.
“Did you sleep well?” I continued, as he turned to face me.
Yoongi pulls me closer, as we linger in each other’s warmth. Moving back a bit he gives me a fond look, his gummy smile making an appearance.
“Mhmm, I came to bed earlier than yesterday” brushing pieces of his hair back, “didn’t finish the song but wanted to be near you.” He states softly.
Heat floods my face as I move to bury it into his chest. He chuckles, gently pulling my face out of hiding. Cupping his hand against my cheek, he stares into my eyes for a moment before leaning in for a short kiss.
“I love you jagiya.” His forehead pressed against your own as he whispers his affection.
Flushing red again, I mumble my love back. Shy smiles and soft glances are exchanged, as we bask in the rays of golden light and each other’s presence.
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"Let's be happy" ♡
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sweeter than suga | three
pairing: min yoongi x female!y/n | au: strangers2lovers, cafe
genre: sweet! (fluff) | rating: pg13 | wc: 1.8k+
synopsis: “…you get an order for a couple of drinks at the cafe and a grumpy name named suga will pick them up. i wonder what drink is his?”
warnings: none
author’s note: please give me any feedback.
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The soft pitter-patter of the rain filled your ears as you made your way to work. It was early in the morning, but the weather wasn’t the greatest. They predicted on the news that it was going to rain quickly, but as you walked, the rain was getting worse.
The simple patter was starting to hit your black umbrella harder. You just needed to round the corner to get to the café. “Why is it so gloomy?” You question. You quicken your pace hoping you can get to the café without the rain getting any worse than it already was.
You turn the corner and see a figure standing in front of the café. It was the weekend, and usually, you opened by yourself. It wasn’t as busy as it was on weekdays. As you got closer, the figure didn’t have an umbrella. “Yoongi?” You speak his name and he can’t help but give a tiny smile.
Truthfully, his heart is guiding his actions more than his brain. If he used his brain, he’d have an umbrella and not show up so early to see you again. His heart, on the other hand, convinced him to get dressed and go see you again. Once you call his name, a pink blush appears on his cheeks.
“Morning,” he said, a bit flustered. “Morning. Here, hold this.” You give him your umbrella, take out your keys and unlock the big lock on the side.
“Why are you here so early?” Your voice is laced with a bit of worry.“Oh, I um… I was going to order an Iced Americano.” That was true but he also just wanted to see you again. You finally unlock the doors and let Yoongi in.
You wouldn’t leave him in the rain. “Thank you.” “Don’t worry about it.” A giggle leaves your lips watching him get flustered. You go to the break room and place your things down. Grabbing a clean towel, you put on your apron and walk back to the front. “Use this Mr.Iced Americano so you don’t get sick,” handing him the towel.
“Sorry for the trouble,” he mutters. “Huh? You didn’t do anything wrong. Just bring an umbrella next time,” you give a small smile. “Oh, and your usual will be done in a few minutes.”
You get started with turning on the coffee machines and checking the inventory. Yoongi peers over at you as you start to work and get the café ready for other customers. He watches in awe the entire time and even forgets to dry his hair.
“Oh shoot, I need to bake the cookies,” you mumble. It’s been a constant thing. Any time he orders his Iced Americano, you give him a treat. Yoongi seems to like the cookies the most.
“Y/n?” Looking up from your current task, he sheepishly holds the folded towel in front of him. “Where should I put this?” “Umm,” you put the tray of cookies in the oven and turn back around, “I can take it.”
As he gives you the towel, he asks another question. “Do you need help?” “Do you want to help?” Countering his question with another. Silently, you take him by the hand and lead him to the back. You take an apron off the hook and hold it up, waiting for him to put his head through the top part. “Will I get paid?” He jokes. “No sorry, that only applies to actual employees,” you chuckle.
He puts his head through the loop and watches you tie the straps around his waist. “Alright, welcome to your first and last day. We need to bake cookies.” Following you, he watches you measure out all of the ingredients and get them mixed. Right after you instruct him to place the cookie dough on the tray with parchment paper.
“You do this every morning?” Yoongi puts on some gloves and starts to roll the dough in his hands. “Depends, most times its cookies. Other times it's cupcakes and cake.” Stopping him for a moment, you rolled up his sleeves. Making sure he doesn’t get his clothes dirty. “Don’t you work with someone else?” Another leaves his lips as he continues rolling out the dough.
“On weekdays I open with Lina. They tend to be slower than weekdays so I open by myself.” Once he finishes rolling out the dough, you instruct him to ball up the dough and put it in a bowl. Covering the bowl with plastic wrap, you place the bowl on the corner that’s closest to the oven.
“You like opening by yourself?” Another question from his direction. “Sometimes I do. I like the peace of the morning.” Your answer, revealing more about your personality. He hums a response as you grab a mitten and take the baked cookies out of the oven. Then he notices that they are the cookies you usually serve him. The chocolate chip cookies.
How’d I not notice? Seems like she thinks of everything. Y/n is such a mystery.
“I think you should go wash your hands instead of watching me, Yoongi,” You giggle watching the rosy color appear on his cheeks again. Flustered, he goes to wash his hands and dry them off while Y/n sets the cookies to cool. Eventually, you go check on Yoongi who was drying his hands.
“Anything else I should do?” “No, I got it. Remember, this is your first last day,” you smirk. Once again, you untie the apron from around his waist before looking up at him. The sudden urge to kiss the man in front of you was strong. Because maybe he felt it too. Maybe he can feel the air getting electrified. Maybe he feels the same attraction you felt for him. And with all that, you pull the apron close only to feel his lips on yours.
It’s just a kiss. It can easily confirm your suspicions. After a few seconds, his lips move alongside yours. As if to overcome the shock, he easily kissed you back. Nothing but a simple kiss, it confirms your questions. Nothing but soft lips moving in sync. His hands gently touch yours, as if to test his limits. Slowly his hands move downwards and stop at your waist.
Pulling your body against him, his warmth engulfs you. This answers a lot of questions. Only then you pull away from the kiss. A low hum comes from him and you can’t help but giggle. “It’s my last day because employees can’t be in relationships, huh?” He guessed it right. You nod your head not breaking his gaze.
His eyes quickly glance down at your lips. Truly you can see that the man in front of you is in a daze. One of the coffee machines go off and it spooks you for a moment. Remembering that you have a cafe to run. Quite literally, it’s your job.
Yoongi’s arms only tighten around your waist. “C’mon, I have to work,” you giggle. A sigh leaves his lips as he lets go. Eventually, he follows you back out to the front. You hand him his drink and the baggie of cookies. “Iced Americano and some chocolate chip cookies,” you say with a smile behind the corner. Before he said anything, he walks back to the glass doors and turned the sign to “closed.”
“What are you doing?” Confused by his actions, you walk from behind the corner. “I just need to make sure…” “Make sure of what?” And before you know it, he has you in an embrace again, his lips on yours. Happily accepting the kiss, you even laugh during the kiss. “Till next time,” he says while pulling away from the kiss. You answer back with a simple hum. “Till next time.”
Yoongi picks up his things and leaves.
“He’s in such a good mood.” If anyone glanced at Yoongi, they’d only figure out part of the reason why he was in such a good mood. Throughout the morning, the man noticed that the more he drank the coffee, more numbers would be revealed. “Should I not be in a good mood?” Hearing his roommates’ comments. “No, it’s just been a while since we’ve seen you this happy,” Namjoon says with a smile.
All the roommates were having a meeting and Yoongi wasn’t listening to a single word. Even though everyone noticed his change of mood, only Jimin and Namjoon were laughing about it. “It’s the waitress from the restaurant, right?” “Yeah, and like an idiot, he left without an umbrella to go see her. Whipped…” Jimin grins.
As the day continues, Yoongi sits and ponders what he should do next. He already saved your number into his phone. He was going to text you but now he doesn’t know what. After this morning’s event, the daze started to clear out and the panic started to settle in. Then there’s a knock on his bedroom door.
Yoongi doesn’t even answer, the door opens with a smirk plastered on Jimin’s face. Usually Jimin would ask to come in but since it means that Yoongi was in a good mood, he won’t miss the chance to tease him. “Did you call her yet?” “No, she’s still at work. What do you want?”
“Well, I came to tease you for the most part but if you need help, I can definitely help with that too,” Jimin says while taking a sip of his drink. What Jimin had failed to tell Yoongi, is that Jimin and Taehyung went to the cafe to go see this woman again. If she had such an effect on Yoongi, something definitely happened.
“So she is currently on her break I think… you could text her.” Immediately Yoongi glares at Jimin and gives him a look. “Stop messing with me, I’ll text her later.” “She clearly said she didn’t mind getting a message around this time.” Yoongi glances at his phone for a moment only for the screen to light up.
Clear as day, a text message from the number he just saved into his phone. Only for it to read, I’ll probably text you later because my break is almost over. Maybe wanna go somewhere tomorrow… maybe?
“What did she say?” Jimin starts to look over Yoongi’s shoulder and quickly Yoongi grabs his phone. Before Yoongi could text back, another text appeared. Two of your friends came into the cafe. They gave me your number.
You’re about to get off break in a few minutes, but you’re waiting for your screen to light up. The two guys that came in earlier, were all giggly while speaking to you. “Is that the iced americano guy? You finally got his number?” Lina asks while looking over your shoulder. “Yes, yes and shouldn’t you be wiping tables?” “Yes and I handed them to Genee because I wanted to see why you didn’t clock back in from break.”
Typically, you would clock back in a bit earlier to help out or finish some baking. Yet, here you were staring at your phone waiting for one simple reply. It hasn’t come yet and you’re getting anxious.
Then the little typing bubble appears, then disappears. I could maybe pick you up tomorrow @10am. Maybe to eat? Your face heats up a bit realizing he is teasing you but he accepted the date.
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Like or rb if saved :)
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sunday’s sunset | myg
pairing. reader x yoongi established relationship au
genre. fluff! smut! soft/intimate smut that turns into rough! smut, implications of dom!reader but Yoongi isn’t really sub-ish in this
contains. teasing, fingering, oral sex (both f & m), and last but not least, a lil bit of dirty talk also a little bit of edging if you squint rly hard
summary. You and your boyfriend Yoongi spend a lazy late Sunday afternoon in bed, attempting to make soft and intimate love that inevitably turns rougher.
a/n: this was originally written as more of an imagine/scenario but it’s technically still a one shot hehe
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It’s 7 o’clock in the evening and you’re laying down with Yoongi on the white sheets of your shared king sized bed, your back to him as you’re facing the direction of the large curtain wall that displays the pastel sky of faint baby blue drowned in a blush orange.
The melting sun is seen in the distance, creating a comfortable ambience for the two of you.
He is sitting slightly leaned onto the headboard while your lazily spread out on the mattress.
Music echos from the living room of your studio apartment, a mix of ballads and R&B sending you and Yoongi both into a state of tranquility.
His fingertips delicately meet your side in an effort not to startle you, your sigh of comfort allowing himself to trail them to your tummy.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks.
You hum in response, placing your own soft hand on top of his and resting it there. You feel the radiating heat from your skin that’s beginning to burn his trapped hand, but he seeks comfort in that warmth.
“There’s so much to feel right now,” you whisper.
He chuckles in admiration, his trapped hand managing to let his thumb stroke your tummy.
“I’m glad you feel it too,” he speaks in a hushed tone, his words sounding like spoken thoughts that he’d usually keep to himself.
You smile at the purity of the moment, blissfully shutting your eyes as you turn yourself around, keeping his hand on you, now laying on your back and looking up at him.
“What about you? What are you thinking about?”
He gazes around every spot of your eyes for another long moment before speaking. When he does speak, he adverts his eyes to his hand that’s still trapped beneath yours.
“You.”
He instantly flicks his eyes back to yours to catch your reaction, a fond spark lighting them up as he discovers your bright smile.
You peel your hand from his, lazily bringing it to hold onto the back of his neck. You hummed in struggled gesture for him to lean down to reach your lips since you couldn’t.
He understood your gesture as you put slight pressure on his neck in signal to lower his head.
He obliges, bringing his lips to reach yours. You lazily suction his bottom lip, pulling back to only rejoin it once again but with more passion.
You feel his tongue brush against yours, so you lap them together while concluding with a suction. You repeated that for what seemed like forever. You felt extremely comfortable and safe in this moment, and you didn’t want it to end.
With that being said, you released his neck and placed your hand on his again. This time, you didn’t rest it there and instead guided it. He let you take control of his hand as you guided it up your body, stopping between your breasts. You brought your hand off of him, wanting him to take the insinuative to touch you himself.
Sadly, he ended the kiss to make sure his full attention was on how he was going to touch you.
You were already undressed due to your previous shower, the only material on you being your panties. He was in just sweatpants.
He focuses his eyes on your right breast as the tip of his middle finger slowly rubbed circles onto the bud of your nipple.
You hummed in pleasure, catching his eyes lock onto yours for a moment before you peacefully shut them.
He trailed his fingertip to the opposite breast, and you inhaled as you felt his warm mouth kiss the breast he was just working on.
His tongue lapped your nipple slowly, the heat of his breath intensifying the sensation.
“Touch me, please.” You instruct in a whispered whine.
He begins to kiss up from your breast to your collarbone then eventually to the sweet spot on your neck to which he suctioned delicately.
He pulled away out of breath, swiping his thumb over what you assumed is now a dark purple mark on your neck.
You opened your pleading eyes, to which he placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered, “I love you.”
You and Yoongi rarely have intimate, passionate sex. It’s usually rough, quick, random, or stress relieving sex. You barely “make love,” so this moment is important to both of you.
You strained your neck to reach up and peck his lips, collapsing your back back onto the mattress while giggling an “I love you” back.
His gummy smile showed as he lowed himself over your body, his mouth kissing the lace of your panties waistband. He made sure to lock eyes on yours as he hooked three fingertips from each hand into them, pulling down. He slowly brought the fabric down the length of your legs, taking them completely off and tossing it onto the floor.
Your body covered in goosebumps at the fact you were laying completely bare in front of him, every aspect of you now being free to his gaze.
He made his way halfway back up your body, his mouth being aligned with your lower stomach.
He kissed a trail from that area to your vulva, his eyes having never left yours. He stops at your vulva, so you nod in permission for him to continue down.
He flicks his eyes down to focus his attention, softly pecking down your slit. He lets out a slight hum as he feels your wetness cover his lips.
He opens his mouth against you, his tongue licking up from your core, all the way up to your clit. You uncontrollably flinch against him, a whimper escaping.
If this weren’t and intimate moment, he would have had no mercy on you, flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit— paying no mind to your whines or flinches. Although it is, so he’s being extra careful and slow for you.
He placed a gentle kiss on your clit, using his thumb to rub deep, slow circles onto it. Your clit was very sensitive, but he was able to control his movements, making it pleasurable.
You comfortably moaned, gently rolling your hips against him.
He kissed your inner thigh that he had his arm hooked around as he continued with his thumb. He felt bad to cut it short, but he knew you needed to feel him deeper.
He used his fingertips to rub your wetness all over your entire cunt, lining his index and middle finger at your entrance. He looked up at you again for permission, and you frantically nodded yes.
He slowly let his fingers sink all the way inside of you, reaching your g spot but not slamming into it like usual. He instead brushes his fingertips against it, pulling his fingers out halfway, then repeating the movement.
“Do you want to come now or did you want to wait?”
He didn’t pause his movement when he spoke, nor did he stop to let you answer so you had to let out a few more uncontrollable moans before you could answer.
“I want to do it at the same time as you,” you spoke with an uneven breath.
“Okay, just tell me when to stop then.”
You nodded, arching your back as he continued working on you with his fingers.
You suddenly really wanted to feel his length inside of you, and the more you visualized it the quicker your high built up.
“Now, stop—”
He stopped, but you told him too late. You felt your high drip out of you, the intense wave of euphoria washing over every cell in your body. Your moan was loud and whiney, your eyes glued shut.
Your chest rose and collapsed as the high went away completely, and you opened your eyes to see Yoongi on the verge of laughing at you.
“Shut up,” you jokingly told him, embarrassingly covering your face with your hands.
“It’s okay, we can still do it together.”
He crawled back up to lay besides you as you both waited for you to be ready again.
You were always very sensitive after orgasming so you knew it was going to take a while before you could handle being touched there again. You thought it was only fair to pay attention to his needs while you waited.
You turned to your side, facing him completely. He was laying with his eyes peacefully shut, so you latched your lips onto his neck.
It was honestly very difficult for you to not ruin the intimacy of it all, you wanted to talk dirty to him and touch him roughly— but you had enough self control.
So you thought.
“You made me come so hard,” you whispered seductively.
His gummy smile instantly appeared, almost as if he missed this sexual side of you.
“There she is.” He teased.
You giggled against the skin of his neck then licked up to his ear.
“I want to make you come hard too. Can you do that?”
He let out a deep “mhm,” and so you sat up, crawling down the bed and sitting between his legs.
You hooked your fingertips into his sweatpants and boxers, eagerly pulling down to reveal his very hard erection. You stripped him completely, lazily letting the clothing fall to the ground as you focused your attention back to his standing cock.
He had precum all over his tip, his cock almost bursting in need of being touched.
“You’re so hard for me baby.”
You don’t take it slow like he did because that would have been torture for him. You instead stroked his length a couple times before licking off his precum and suctioning your lips around him.
His deep moans and whimpers filled the room and you felt yourself dripping wet in response.
You bobbed your head, going slightly slow then really fast. You occasionally came up to gasp for air, but then eagerly continued. You loved the taste of him and his reaction to your mouth, so you didn’t stop.
“Fuck, yes baby.”
“Are you gonna come hard for me?” You ask.
“Yes—”
He interrupted himself with a moan, so you went faster.
“Please come down my throat, I want to swallow it so bad.”
He twitched at all of your words, and you knew that meant he was extremely close. You spit on his dick, and used your hand to stroke him rapidly. You went as fast as you could, even moaning for him to bring him closer to the edge.
He whimpered, and so you lined your tongue up with his tip as you continued to stroke him and as you expected his come shot all over your mouth and tongue.
He was a moaning mess and breathing hard, his cock finally losing the swollen tinge of purple due to his needed release.
He continued to pant out of breath as he watched you swallow every trace of him.
…
As the sun finished setting, you both took a power nap to ease your tiredness and prepare for the night ahead.
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released 6/xx/22 ; revised and edited 8/26/22
#yoongi smut#suga#suga smut#bts smut#bts oneshot#min yoongi#yoongi fluff#suga fluff#bangtan smut#soft yoongi#yoongi x reader
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