Together| myg (m)
pairing: husband!yoongi x wife!reade word count: 2149 words genre/rating: Married AU- angst, smut and a tiny bit of fluff- Rated M theme: Muture warnings: angst (reader can’t have children), crying, mentions of being unhappy, lots of kissing, very intimate, oral sex with fingering (f recieving), slight dirty talk?, unprotected sex, creampie. (I think that’s all?)
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this is the first fic that I’ve ever written and/or posted so please go easy on me. I hope you enjoy it.
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The night sky is dark, the moonlight shining trough the window, dawn quickly approaching. I sigh, realizing that it’s going to be yet another sleepless night, turning around to find Yoongi sleeping peacefully. Quietly I get out of bed and go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Sitting down a the kitchen table I look out at the rest of our apartment and feel a emptiness take over my body. This place had once been so full of love and hope. Happiness. And now its just a empty space.
A year after Yoongi and I got married we decided to start trying for a baby. We both always wanted a big family and we were excited to take the first step in doing that. It hadn’t been as easy as we thought it would be and after 6 months of trying and not getting pregnant be went to go see a doctor. It turns out that I can’t have children. We were absolutely shattered knowing that we we never going to have a child of our own.
Yoongi was very understanding and he promised that we would get trough this, together. But after a couple of weeks I could feel him pulling away, could see the longing look in his eyes when he saw a couple with children. He started staying out later and going to the studio more, and I understood that he need time and space to process everything, so I gave him the space I knew he needed. I though that after a couple of months things would get back to normal but it just started getting worse.
An angry- almost annoyed- aura started forming around Yoongi whenever he was with me, it was subtle at first and I barely noticed it a times, but then the accusatory looks started; that look that just yells out that this is all my fault. He pulled away more and stopped touching me in any way, only come to bed when he thought I was already asleep. He isn’t the same sweet, loving man I married. And I know that I can’t carry on like this, having this numb feeling and I can’t keep living in this apartment void of any love, it’s getting unbearable.
I hadn’t felt the tears running down my cheek in-till the first sob escaped my lips. I tried composing myself so I wouldn’t wake Yoongi but it was to late, he was already rushing down the stairs, a confused look on his face. “What’s going on? What happened?” He asks when he’s a few feet away from me.
Wiping my face I try to cover up my tear stained cheeks. “Nothing, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to wake you, you can go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute” I sniffle and wipe my face again.
“You’re clearly not fine. Tell me what’s wrong.” He demands, voice firm. I start sobbing again and the frown on his face deepens even more and he takes a cautious step closer to me.
“ I can’t keep doing this.” Somehow I start sobbing harder after finally admitting what I had been feeling for weeks. His expression immediately changes to one of shock and he move toward me and sinks to his knees in-front of me.
“What do you mean?” He carefully asks, looking up at me. I turn my head, not being able to look him in the eye when saying this.
“I can’t keep pretending I don’t see the way you look at me now and pretending not to notice that you come home late and you don’t come to bed with me and that you don’t touch me anymore. I can’t keep feeling like this is my fault. This isn’t what I wanted. I can’t be around you without feeling like you blame me for everything that’s happened.” I rant, my body practically shaking with every sob.
“I don’t mean to make you feel that way.” He whispers, a lone tear escapes his eye and he looks down. “It’s just hard. I know it’s not your fault but sometimes I just get so angry that this had to happen to us and I misdirect that anger, I know I do. But I do still love you.” He reaches up and wipes the tears from his cheek.
“It doesn’t feel like you do though. We haven’t been the same- you haven’t been the same. And I can’t keep living like this. All I want is for you to look at me like I’m the love of your life again- not like you do now. At this point we’re strangers sleeping next to each other, not a married couple.” My lip trembles and my hands are shaking.
He reaches out and gently takes hold of my hands, moving them to his lips and leaves a soft kiss on my knuckles, and presses my palm against his wet cheeks. “Please don’t leave. I need you. I’ll try harder, I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t give up on us- on me. I meant what I said on our wedding day- for better or worse.” His tears start running over my hard and I bring my other hand to his face too. I pull him closer and move my head down at the same time and after a few seconds our lips connect in a soft kiss.
When we pull away from the kiss, our face still just a few inches apart, I look up and our eyes connect. “Okay.”, I whisper softly, nodding my head gently. The corners of his mouth turn up into a happy smile, the edge of his eyes crinkling slightly. “I love you so much”, is all he says before our lips connect yet again.
We pour all our emotion into the kiss, feeling everything together. He slowly starts standing up, moving his body closer to mine, and gently pulls me off the chair. The kiss starts getting more heated, my hand moving to run through he moves his hand to the back of my thighs and lifts me, my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. It doesn’t take long before Yoongi is moving towards the bedroom, carefully ascending the stairs in slow steps, never breaking our kiss.
Yoongi disconnects our lips to put me down so that I’m standing in our bedroom, he moves his hands to rest on my hips, looking down at me. “Is this alright?” he asks gently. I blush, looking down at the floor and the back up at him, the of irony of my husband asking if it’s alright to touch me is not lost on me, but Yoongi had always been like that and given the fact that we haven’t been intimate in months I could see his reasoning for asking. I smile up at him and nod my head, smiling back at me he leans down to plant a quick kiss to my lips before reaching for the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing, gently pulling it of of my body.
Before long we’re both completely undressed, hands roaming each others bodies while heatedly making out. Yoongi started gently pushing me backwards, moving slowly in till the back of my knees hit the edge of our bed, I fell onto the bed with a soft thud. I broke our kiss to move up the bed, Yoongi following after me. He plants himself between my spread legs, pressing himself against my sensitive core, wrapping his arms around my back, mine going around his neck, our lips connecting once again.
We sloppily make out for a few more minutes before him lips start moving down my neck, leaving a hickey here and there. After his sweet assult on my neck he moves down leaving wet kisses between the valley of my breasts. Moving to the side his lips wrap around my left nipple, suck it while gently grazing the bud with his teeth. My back arches of the bed, head thrown back while softly moaning out, my hand moving to tug at his hair. After giving the bud one last suck he pops off and moves to right breast, giving it the same attention. He moves further down the expanse of my body reaching my navel before moving down to my wanting core.
His lips connect with my clit before his tongue licks a strip up from my slit up to the sensitive bud again. I moan out, my hands grabbing the sheets, my legs tightening around his head. He secures his hand around my legs keeping them open and continuing the delicious assault on my core. While keeping on arm secured around your left leg and moved his right hand down to press the tip of a finger against your slit, but not quite pressing it in yet, making your core clench around nothing. Rubbing his finger in circles, he then gently eases it.
The foreign feeling of being filled with something again has you moaning loudly, thrashing around in Yoongi’s hold. With a groan he disconnects his mouth from you core, looking up at you with eyes full of lust.
“Shit baby, you’re so tight.”, he says with bewilderment, attaching his lips to your clit again, flicking his tongue in quick short strokes, determined to get you to your orgasm so he can make love to you. And his determination was paying off, you were right on the verge of cumming; hard. When he thrusts a second finger into your core, quickening the pace, while still flicking his tongue on your clit, you’re done for. Legs shaking, loud moans leaving your lips and your core clenching tightly around his fingers, your cumming.
For a few second your vision goes white and when you start coming down from your amazing orgasm your eyes connect with Yoongi, who has now moved to rest himself between your hips. He leaned down to kiss you again, the taste of you still lingering on his lips. He started grinding himself against your already sensitive core, groaning at the friction. Gasping, you disconnect from the kiss, looking up at Yoongi.
“Please, Yoongi.”, you beg. Not needing anymore convincing, Yoongi nods and kisses you. Reaching down he lines his throbbing cock up with your dripping core, gently easing himself into you. The two of you moan together at the euphoric feeling of him inside of you. He moves your hands to yours, lacing your fingers and moving your intertwined hands above your head, pressing them into the bed. Given the fact that you haven’t had sex for months, you weren’t used to Yoongi’s big size anymore, so he gives you time to adjust to the stretch.
When you press yourself closer to him, causing him to sink deeper into you, moaning you wiggle your hips. Yoongi takes this as his que yo start moving. He pull out in till only his tip is left and thrust forward forcefully, hips connecting with yours and brushing against your sensitive clit. You’re a moaning mess, second orgasm approaching rapidly. You can tell by the twitching of Yoongi’s cock, that he’s no far behind you. He starts thrusting deeper and harder, chasing the orgasm both of you so desperately crave.
Yoongi is kissing you again, swallowing all your moans, squeezing you hands tighter. After a three more deep thrusts you’re cumming around Yoongi’s cock with a scream, clenching him tightly. That’s all it takes, thrusting once more and pressing himself as deep as he can into you, he’s releasing into you. His warm release coating you walls, filling you, triggers another small orgasm to take over your body. Thrashing once again, with a vice grip around Yoongi’s cock, milking him dry. He moans at this, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
After taking a minute to catch your breath, Yoongi lifts his head from your, connecting his eyes with yours for what feels like the thousandth time tonight, and gives you a soft, lingering kiss before whispering a soft, “I love you.”, against your lips.
Smiling, you give him a quick kiss and whisper back, just as softly, “I love you so much.”, resting your forehead against his. After another beat he pull out of you, both of you moaning at the feeling, and you suddenly feel empty, your walls clenching around nothing. Yoongi shifts to lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You sigh contently, breathing in the smell of your husband and closing your eyes. Exhausted from the nights activities, you planned on sleeping for hours in Yoongi’s arms.
“Together. Always.”, is the last thing you hear before drifting off n to a peaceful sleep. And for the first time in months, you felt well rested when you woke up, cuddled in with the love of your life.