Help My Family Battle the Cost of Living and Wind Damage
Boozhoo, Aaniin (Hello, Hi, in Anishinaabemowin),
My name is Kachina and my family and I currently live in Southern Ontario, where the cost of living has skyrocketed. My family and I are Indigenous, and we are seriously struggling to eat, as Covid dramatically impacted our finances and now the cost of food is making it difficult to keep up on bills. I know so many people are in the same situation, and my family is not special, but we still could use some help.
Any financial help will go directly toward food, our mortgage, and repairing serious wind damage that removed the siding from our house this past December. We currently do not have enough money to meet the deductible from our insurance company, and would greatly appreciate any help making up that income. Our current goal is raising 1000 dollars, and doing so would greatly help us.
If you are unable to donate, I would greatly appreciate spreading this post around so others may see it.
Hey everyone! My name is Kachina, and due to some serious mental health issues, I quit school three years into my degree, and flunked most of my classes that year. As I was ready to commit suicide, I didn’t care about the marks or the classes. Luckily, I had a very strong support system and was able to get the help I needed.
Now, seven years later (in the original post I thought it was only five, but after looking through documentation, I realize I took SEVEN years to return. Oops lol), I am finally medicated and a lot healthier. I am more mature and even excited to go back to school and finish what I started. I am majoring in Indigenous Studies and the books for my program can be quite expensive. I’d really appreciate it if anyone who would like to help me pay for some of the supplies and books would donate to my Kofi account.
I know the world is insane right now, and I am one fish in the sea of many looking for help. I am extremely grateful to anyone who does donate, and helps me out. For anyone interested, I want to become an English language teacher, but I also want to become fluent in my traditional language, and the University I go to has a fluent speaker I am taking classes with. It would be amazing one day if I became fluent and could give back to not just my community, but many others, and help produce Anishinaabemowin speakers.
I will always be grateful to anyone who decides to donate, as well as those who cannot and pass my post on in support. Thank you!
https://ko-fi.com/karnia
Edit: This is a repost. I have started winter term, needed new specialized books, and my bank account is hurting, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try and recirculate this. :)
Hey everyone! My name is Kachina, and due to some serious mental health issues, I quit school three years into my degree, and flunked most of my classes that year. As I was ready to commit suicide, I didn’t care about the marks or the classes. Luckily, I had a very strong support system and was able to get the help I needed.
Now, five years later, I am finally medicated and a lot healthier. I am more mature and even excited to go back to school and finish what I started. I am majoring in Indigenous Studies and the books for my program can be quite expensive. I’d really appreciate it if anyone who would like to help me pay for some of the supplies and books would donate to my Kofi account.
I know the world is insane right now, and I am one fish in the sea of many looking for help. I am extremely grateful to anyone who does donate, and helps me out. For anyone interested, I want to become an English language teacher, but I also want to become fluent in my traditional language, and the University I go to has a fluent speaker I am taking classes with. It would be amazing one day if I became fluent and could give back to not just my community, but many others, and help produce Anishinaabemowin speakers.
I will always be grateful to anyone who decides to donate, as well as those who cannot and pass my post on in support. Thank you!
Hey everyone! My name is Kachina, and due to some serious mental health issues, I quit school three years into my degree, and flunked most of my classes that year. As I was ready to commit suicide, I didn’t care about the marks or the classes. Luckily, I had a very strong support system and was able to get the help I needed.
Now, five years later, I am finally medicated and a lot healthier. I am more mature and even excited to go back to school and finish what I started. I am majoring in Indigenous Studies and the books for my program can be quite expensive. I’d really appreciate it if anyone who would like to help me pay for some of the supplies and books would donate to my Kofi account.
I know the world is insane right now, and I am one fish in the sea of many looking for help. I am extremely grateful to anyone who does donate, and helps me out. For anyone interested, I want to become an English language teacher, but I also want to become fluent in my traditional language, and the University I go to has a fluent speaker I am taking classes with. It would be amazing one day if I became fluent and could give back to not just my community, but many others, and help produce Anishinaabemowin speakers.
I will always be grateful to anyone who decides to donate, as well as those who cannot and pass my post on in support. Thank you!
Hey guys! Long time, no see. I have been working on this since April. I hope you enjoy~~ (No seriously, please send me feedback. This is the first time I have written smut in like two or three years.)
Mobile Master Post
Link on ao3.
Length: 10k.
Warnings: F/M. Graphic Smut. Power play. Dirty talk. Spanking. Oral sex, F and M receiving. 18+
Summary: There was only a single rule while spending time with Yoongi in his studio. Do not tempt him…
Your recent smut was my fist ever, I have never read any of this because I was feeling bad with myself and stuff (Still i find it kinda weird) BUT it was so great I mean it was SO well written and easy to read that i didn't mind what it was about xd i think i might even read some more of yours stories :)))
Lollll. I actually don’t have too much on this blog. I am a fairly slow updater. But I do have a Yoongi fic that is completed called Finding You! I am currently actually working on a sequel. Thank you for reading (even if it was your first time and you’re unsure about smut.)
karnia i read your story and i really like it. could i askf or your advice? i just turned seventeen and my boyfriend is really pressuring me to have sex with him fo rthe first time. he says were old enough but i just dont feel ready. but he just keeps asking. its really beginning to upset me. how can i talk to him?
It is never okay in any way, shape, or form for someone to pressure another person into having sex with them. Your boyfriend needs to get that through his head because he is making your relationship an unsafe space for you. If he keeps asking despite you saying no, I’m not exactly sure that you can talk to him and make him understand. But even so, communicate with him.
If you feel talking to him is a must, express that he is deeply upsetting you by not respecting your boundaries. Make it clear there will be consequences on your relationship if he does not stop. However, personally, what I would do? I’d dump his ass very quickly.
If he hasn’t accepted no and he just keeps asking, he does not respect you, your comfort, or your emotional safety. He should understand and respect that you are not ready to take that step yet and he should be patient. If it is meant to happen, it will happen on its own time. If this boyfriend is above eighteen I really urge you to get away from him because you are still a minor and he is not. Believe it or not, this can create a very real power imbalance.
Truthfully, I want you to be very careful. If you have anyone you can talk to about this and trust, tell them what is happening. If you have a good relationship with your parents, talk to them. Ask for their help. Your safety is what matters most. If not your parents, just try to think of an adult that you trust to keep you safe. Perhaps an older sibling, friend, cousin, or someone else that you know will have your back.
Good luck. Remember, there is no reason you need to rush into anything. Do what is best for you.
The latest yoongi smut was HOOOT I’m wet too bad I’m on my period tho :(
I GOT ANOTHER ASK I AM LIVING. Sorry, I haven’t got much feedback so I am a thirsty bitch for praise right now.
I’m really happy you liked it. I’m sorry it came at an inconvenient time for you though. I know some ladies are fine to get the stress out when they’re on their period but it actually physically hurts me if I try so lol nope.
ahhh, im not sure if your answering asks about the fic (ik ppl can get a little crazy about plz more) but i loved it thanks for writing it. you did a rlly good job for not having written smut in so long
Thanks for sending this in. I actually haven’t gotten any asks about the fic. I’m actually not really getting any feedback at all, so I’m glad you did send me an ask. Thank you for your reassurance. I’m thinking I might write Hobi next. Just don’t know what yet. ^_^
ahhh, im not sure if your answering asks about the fic (ik ppl can get a little crazy about plz more) but i loved it thanks for writing it. you did a rlly good job for not having written smut in so long
Thanks for sending this in. I actually haven’t gotten any asks about the fic. I’m actually not really getting any feedback at all, so I’m glad you did send me an ask. Thank you for your reassurance. I’m thinking I might write Hobi next. Just don’t know what yet. ^_^
Hey guys! Long time, no see. I have been working on this since April. I hope you enjoy~~ (No seriously, please send me feedback. This is the first time I have written smut in like two or three years.)
Mobile Master Post
Link on ao3.
Length: 10k.
Warnings: F/M. Graphic Smut. Power play. Dirty talk. Spanking. Oral sex, F and M receiving. 18+
Summary: There was only a single rule while spending time with Yoongi in his studio. Do not tempt him...
It was often that the two of you would share the space to work so that you could spend time together even when you were both busy. While your life as a full-time university student was not nearly as busy as his life as an idol, you definitely had your days where all you wanted to do was stay in bed. And so did he. The constant schedule on both of your sides had begun to take its toll. You didn’t see him as often as you wanted and it had begun to strain your relationship.
A part of you wondered if this relationship was really even right for either of you anymore. There was no question of love. You both had an indefinite amount for each other. But the guilt that he felt about how little time he could afford to spend with you was palpable and that was what made you feel so unsure. Some days, all he did was hold you and apologise quietly. You had to wonder if that was truly any way to spend your limited time, but he couldn’t seem to stop.
On some level, neither of you had imagined his group would skyrocket like this, but you were so proud of him. You just didn’t want to hold him back. You wanted him to run at his goals, full speed, without the urge of looking over his shoulder to see how far behind he had left you. You definitely never wanted him to stop and wait for you to catch up. You wanted Yoongi to move forwards, with or without you. You just didn’t know how to get him to abandon this sense of guilt so that you could move forward together.
You had long ago accepted that he was busy, but you supported him and his dreams. You were content to wait your turn until you got to spend a day with him. You loved him so much that you didn’t care if your primary communication was through text or kakao calls. You took comfort in knowing that one day, it would get better.
However, it wasn’t that day yet and he needed to stop doubting himself when it came to your relationship. If he didn’t let this guilt subside, it was going to eat you alive too. When he was like this, there was no way you could keep chanting “one day” to yourself like it was a personal motto.
How could you convey that you wanted to spend the little time you did have with him happy? You wanted to laugh, smile, kiss, and fuck him without him pausing to check if he deserved to have you. You knew his ability to accept that this was the reality of your relationship would make or break it.
So you were going to help him by breaking one of his most sacred rules.
While the studio deserved to be a place of work, breaking the temptation rule seemed to be the most logical solution. If he could just say “fuck it” when he wanted you and then pull you onto his lap, you felt like he could let go of everything else holding him back from you as well. It had to work.
Despite the fact that your plan was a little devious in nature, you were not heartless. You waited until you were sure that he was stumped before you even thought of bothering him. Interrupting him while he was clearly on a roll would be cruel and completely untempting.
Because you had known him for years, far before he had come to Seoul to make music, you could always tell when Yoongi was stuck on a composition. When it happened while he was in the studio, he would begin to tap the desk with the pen he kept there for jotting down notes. It was a physical sign that his mind was working through the issue, like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Which meant it was the perfect time to give him a little break. Relax him. Clear his mind.
You set aside your classical lit book and then sat up fully on the couch. You had an essay due in a week, but putting it off for a couple of hours was bound to happen anyway; you were definitely not the typical shooting-star student who held a life devoted to nothing else but studying. You figured that you might as well actually use the time for something productive.
You walked towards Yoongi slowly and then placed your hands on his shoulders, putting just a slight amount of pressure into your grasp. You felt bad when you saw the way he glanced up at you and tried to smile. You wanted him to feel better, not just about your relationship, but about whatever puzzle he was stuck on just then.
“How’s the paper coming?”
You began to rub his shoulders lightly and hummed. “Alright...I wanted a break and noticed that you’re stuck.”
Yoongi hung his head forward, letting out a soft groan at the pressure you were applying to his shoulders. Taking it as a good sign, you moved your hands a little more skillfully before you began to hit the spots that you knew he held tension in, aiming for the back of his neck and behind his ears.
“Y/N…”
“Hmm?” You smiled while you slid your thumbs up the back of his neck and massaged his scalp at the base.
“I gotta work,” Yoongi replied, his tone quiet, almost mumbled. He had a habit of not leaving enough of a pause between his words as it was, but this was pushing it.
“I know. Keep working, just let me help you.” You leaned down and kissed his temple gently while you moved your hands back down to his shoulders. “You look stressed out and I want to help relax you.”
Yoongi let out a heavy sigh and then began to work again. He put his headphones back on and then began to click around the screen, making adjustments and changes. You watched for a moment, your eyes following the movement, before you began to massage again.
As you danced your fingers across his body, you decided to keep the touches light and smooth, so that they contrasted with the pressure that you applied using your thumbs and palms. You heard another soft groan escape his parted lips and felt his shoulders slump in your hands as he relaxed into your touch. You wondered if Yoongi was even aware of the sounds that he made.
Slowly, you moved your hands around his shoulders before you let your fingers dip past the hem of his shirt, reaching for his chest before retreating back to his shoulders. While you could tell the action got under his skin in the most miniscule of ways, you wanted to touch him where you knew he was truly sensitive. You returned to his neck, pushing your fingers into the roots of his hairline.
As you gently parted his locks of silvery hair between your digits, you grazed the tips of your nails against his scalp, giving just enough pressure to get a reaction out of him. The motion incited a full-body shiver, one which broke out from his temples and worked its way down to between his shoulder blades. Seeing how he bit down on his bottom lip in response to your touch was enough of a rush to make you feel a little jolt in your stomach.
“Baby….”
You smirked, knowing that he only ever called you that particular endearment while his mind was drifting in a certain direction. You felt pretty good knowing that you understood him so well. You knew every little place on his body that drew a shiver out of him; every reaction that you could ever want was yours if you just addressed the right spots.
You bit your lip as you leaned forwards, gently removing his headphones and setting them on the desk. “Yes?”
“I’ve gotta work…” Yoongi leaned back and looked up at you, a slight pout on his lips. “I know we haven’t got to hang out much. I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologising. I know you don’t always have time, but I love you anyways,” you told him with warm eyes as you leaned down and kissed him softly.
Yoongi smiled very softly and then kissed you back, giving you little pecks of affection but trying to keep the pressure light. You sensed that he was holding back, like he was afraid of putting more into it. It was almost as if the hesitation that he felt in your relationship had come to life— personified as a kiss.
You ran your hand through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp and making bumps rise across his skin. It was like a domino effect; the adrenaline rush caused a shiver to go through his body and, as it travelled, the little hairs stood on end.
“You may need to work, but right now we both know you’re too stressed to do it,” you purred into his ear as you nipped at the lobe.
Yoongi groaned softly and closed his eyes. Your name left his lips like a sigh, barely audible.
“Baby...let me take care of you…” You ran your hands down his torso and back up, slipping under the hem of his shirt and feeling his chest.
“Y/N...the rule…” he pointed out as he leaned back into your touch, pressing the back of his head against your shoulder as you kissed his neck.
“Mmmm, I know. No distractions in the studio,” you recited as you nipped at the delicate skin along the column of his throat, hearing him draw in a shuddery breath. “I don’t think it’s a distraction if you couldn’t concentrate in the first place…”
You watched as he pressed his lips into a tight line. Yoongi was trying to think of a way to reply, but he seemed to forget about that when you slipped your hands downwards again, towards his jeans, and gently dipped the tips of your fingers under the waistband. He drew in another sharp breath.
“You’re so tense...I just wanna be a good girl for you,” you whispered into his ear, using one of the variations of the nickname that he liked to call you when you were tangled together in your bed. You remembered it so clearly, his husky voice in your ear as he hiked your leg up around his waist so he could push deeper into you. Be good for me, Baby Girl. Let me make this little cunt clench.
You missed him and you were determined to get that kind of intimacy back. You took in a breath while you closed your eyes, before you nipped at his ear again, tugging very gently as you popped open the button of his jeans. Every touch you gave him was like a punctuation, intentional and fully meant to force him to focus on it.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned as he shivered again. His coffee-coloured eyes flicked down to your nimble fingers and you followed them with your own gaze. His jeans were tenting, and the sight brought a confident smirk to your lips.
“Can I make you feel good, Yoongi? Please?” You paused, letting the anticipation linger in the air, letting him hang off of your every word. “I really want to taste you right now.”
Yoongi groaned again and gripped the edge of the armrests attached to his computer chair. You could see he was trying to fight off his own desire for you. You could see it in the way the corners of his mouth pulled downwards and how a little wrinkle appeared on his forehead. It was like he wanted to wrestle it underneath the surface, lock it in a box, and then throw away the key.
You kissed his neck again, nipping softly at the skin as you unzipped his jeans carefully. You made no move to go further, instead, you simply dragged your fingernail in gentle circles around the part of his abdomen exposed just above the waistband. You needed him to give you his consent as this was his space. You would never push him to do something he didn’t want. Not to mention, he needed to make this breakthrough himself. Yoongi had to abandon his hesitation here or you feared it would mean grim things for the larger picture.
“Fuck, Y/N…” Yoongi spoke out under his breath. Admittedly, he sounded slightly frustrated with you and your teasing, or maybe he was just on edge from imagining the way your lips would feel. His hand did shake slightly as he raised it and brought it to yours, if that could be used as evidence.
Without much grace, he took your hand and laid it over his clothed cock, bucking his hips into your palm. “Little minx.”
“Don’t worry,” you told him softly as you kissed under his ear again. “I promise to swallow every last drop.”
You heard him draw in a ragged breath at your words. You stepped back with a smirk gracing your lips as you spun his computer chair towards you. When you came face to face, he eyed your body shamelessly.
“Do you want a peek?” you asked him as you quirked a brow. Before he could think of an answer to return for your teasing tone, you began to unbutton your soft white blouse.
“What are you trying to do to me?” Yoongi asked you, his voice sounding slightly weak as his eyes transfixed on the movement of your hands.
You bit your lip to hide a devious smirk. “I just want to let you come wherever you want...in my mouth...on my breasts...my back.”
Yoongi swallowed hard as he watched you toss the shirt aside.
“Honestly, I want you to fuck me...and I want you to fuck me hard. But first I want to taste your cock,” you told him, voice like a purr as stepped closer.
You could tell he was wondering if you were trying to kill him with your words. Every single filthy thing that came from your mouth was another throb directly to his cock. It was almost a little hard to breathe at this point, but watching you throw your bra aside and fall onto your knees in front of him was what really made him begin to lose it.
You watched as Yoongi gripped the armrests of his chair again, panting slightly as he tried to regain some kind of control. You felt a rush of excitement knowing that you hadn’t even touched his cock yet and he was already fighting for breath. A little throb shot to your clit and you rubbed your thighs together as you reached for his jeans again.
Yoongi gladly lifted his hips as you tugged at his jeans and boxers in one go. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for your attention. He waited, holding his breath while watching you with dark and curious eyes. He wanted to see the exact moment you took it in your hands. He wanted to see the first swipe of your tongue taking precum away.
You watched him as he let out the breath slowly and for some reason, that was the little trigger that told you it was time to start. You took his hard cock into your fist and squeezed, drawing a soft moan from his pouty lips. You loved how he sounded, his voice low and raspy. Yoongi had always tried to quiet his moans while you pleased him and you always worked to unhinge him. You liked hearing him, especially in the moments that he would simply groan out the word fuck and dig his fingers into your scalp while he pushed your mouth further down on him.
You looked directly into his eyes and then winked when you took the first swipe with your deft tongue. He shivered, biting down on his bottom lip while he watched. Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, you applied light pressure as you created gentle suction. Just enough to make him groan again.
“Fuck...Y/N,” Yoongi whispered as he tilted his head back, letting himself sink into your touches and the pleasure that you had so generously offered him. “Please...more.”
That was a surprise. Yoongi didn’t dish the word ‘please’ out regularly. Especially not in sexual situations. You pulled your mouth off of him with a pop of your lips and hummed. “You’re asking me so politely.”
“Do you want me to be impolite about it, then?” he said as he scrunched his nose, looking back into your eyes. You could tell that he was somewhere between amused and impatient.
“Say it again,” you retorted with a wry smile coming to your lips. Just to tease him, you gave a kitten-lick to the tip of his cock, tonguing the slit and picking up his precome.
“Ah f-fuck,” Yoongi shuddered as he closed his eyes. You expected him to resist and refuse to say it again but, without any hesitation, he let the word fall from his mouth while he exhaled. “Please, Y/N. Give me more…”
“I think I like this side of you,” you told him with a little wink before you took his cock back into your mouth.
You hummed to let little vibrations travel through him as you lowered your mouth further down his cock. You tongued at the underside after you first settled, getting him used to how your mouth felt. After a moment, you began to suck hard while slowly pulling upward. You wanted the pace to feel slow and torturous for him and you wanted to earn more of his sounds.
“Of c-course you fucking do,” he groaned out as he let his head fall back again. His hand found its way to your hair and a shiver crawled up your spine as he tangled his fingers into it. Something about how it felt to have his hand in your hair while you sucked him off was always such a turn on. Maybe it was the slight pressure that encouraged you to move your mouth further down, or his habit of tugging at your hair whenever he was getting overwhelmed.
You picked up the pace of your movements, bobbing your head as you held onto the base of his cock with one hand, and his thigh with the other. You glanced up when he let out a louder moan and if you could smirk with a dick in your mouth, you would. The power rush you felt, knowing that you were the one getting him to make those sounds, was something that you couldn’t get elsewhere. Only when you were together and he let go of the rigid control he held over himself and his life. You liked seeing him relaxed and just letting you do what you wanted.
You let out a groan around his cock when as he tugged on your hair, goosebumps erupting out onto your arms. You glanced up at him through your lashes, eyes dark as you hallowed in your cheeks and began to suck hard.
“F-Fuck,” Yoongi said as he watched you pull up and swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. “You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.”
You gave him an amused sound and then took him back into your mouth, pushing yourself further down this time until your nose touched his abdomen. Yoongi let out another moan and the deepness of the sound sent a tingle through your body. Trying to relieve some of the tension, you rubbed your thighs together but it was like tap water compared to the touches you knew he could give you.
He closed his eyes, biting down on his bottom lip again, a shiver going down through his body. He opened them again and then directed his dark gaze right into your own, his silver bangs falling down to shadow his eyes.
“Swallow for me, Baby Girl,” he purred, his voice low and warm.
How could you resist when he asked so fucking nicely? You set your other hand on his opposite thigh and then dug your nails into them as you swallowed around his cock. Your throat contracted and spasmed, drawing the most enticing sound from his lips yet.
“God fucking d-damn it,” he rasped as he tilted his head back again. “F-Fuck, let me come on you, Baby.”
You pulled off of him again, keeping your tongue on the tip of his head, swirling it. You didn’t want to stop for even a moment but you forced yourself to, even though he clearly liked seeing you so addicted to pleasing him. “Where do you want to see yourself on me?”
He smirked as he leaned forward and cupped your jaw, pressing his thumb against your lips until you opened your mouth. He looked into your eyes, keeping that self-assured smirk on his lips as he pressed his thumb against the tip of your tongue. “Right here, baby. Keep your mouth open.”
If your panties were not soaked before, they definitely were now. You rubbed your thighs together again and sat back on your feet as you stuck your tongue out and looked up into his eyes. Yoongi groaned, just seeing you sitting there like that, ready to take him in whatever way he wanted you to.
“What a good girl for me,” he moaned as he stood up and brought his hand to his cock. He made a fist around it and began to pump it rapidly as he rested the tip of it against your tongue.
It didn’t take much longer. In just a few moments, his cock was spurting webs of cum onto your tongue and into your mouth. Excess dripped down from your tongue and chin, landing onto your breasts as you patiently waited for him to get himself through his release.
“H-Holy fu-fuck,” Yoongi groaned as he looked down at you, seeing just how the sticky liquid pooled on the surface of your tongue. Excess spilled down your chin and onto your breasts, before falling onto your skirt. If something could make him come again, right on the spot, it would be that sight. “F-Fuck, Y/N...”
Your eyes grew a little hungrier as you swallowed his cum and took his cock into your hand again. You sucked gently on the tip, swirling your tongue and collecting every drop that you possibly could. Yoongi let out a shuddery moan in response, not expecting you to so shamelessly enjoy him.
“F-Fuck, so greedy for my cock, Y/N,” he moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut. He put one hand on his desk to steady himself while his legs shook from his nerves going wild.
While you were plenty happy to keep licking and sucking at his cock, you could tell that he was getting over sensitive from how he scrunched up his nose. Deciding to take mercy, you gave him one last lick to the tip of his cock before pulling back. Yoongi let out a breath as if fifteen pounds had just been lifted from his shoulders.
After an exaggerated moment of hearing nothing but the soft pants of him trying to catch his breath, Yoongi wobbled a little bit before he fell back down into his chair. He looked down at you, still breathing heavily as his cock began to go soft again, but for another moment he didn’t exactly look all there. Steadily, his eyes became more alert as he came back down.
Yoongi took one more moment to expel another hefty breath of air as he let out a shiver. “Fuck…”
You couldn’t help but smile at that display as you stood up. You looked around for a tissue, but stopped to look at him when he grabbed onto your hand. He tugged you down into his lap and then reached for the tissues in his desk drawer, gently wiping his cum off of your chest and then kissing the top of your breast lightly.
“You’re a troublemaker,” he breathed against your skin.
“But I’m your troublemaker,” you replied with a little smile as you gently ran your hand through his hair.
He hummed against your skin and a little rush of excitement hit you as you felt him smirk. Before you had another moment to think, he put you on his desk, having you sit directly in front of him as he looked up at you with his coffee-coloured gaze. The display was enough to make your cheeks flood with warmth as his hands found their way to your bare calves and slowly slid upwards.
“You dressed so nicely for me today,” he groaned as he glanced down at your colourful flower-printed pencil skirt. “It gives me such easy access to your pretty little cunt.”
It was his turn to give you a devious smile as he began to push the material up your thighs. His touch wasn’t as ghost-light as yours had been; it was firmer but the softness of his hands made up for it. Somehow, Yoongi always knew the exact pressure he needed to apply to draw a shiver from your body.
“To be honest, I always hoped you would try something in here,” he spoke quietly, tone husky, as he kissed your exposed thigh. “I love it when my girl gets rebellious.”
You drew in a sharp breath as you felt him push the fabric of your skirt up to pool around your waist. His touch alone was bringing tingles to your skin, but it was the kind that left you buzzing with impatience; you felt like you had been waiting for an eternity to feel him to press his thumb over your clothed core.
When he finally did touch you, he watched you with an amused gaze as you let out a shuddery breath. His eyes caught every twitch of your expression and his ears couldn’t miss how soft you sounded. There was absolutely no room left to doubt that he was plenty aware of just how much he was affecting you despite having hardly touched you.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Do you like sucking my cock this much, Baby?” Yoongi asked as he peered up at you. You felt his teeth as he nipped at your inner thigh and your body jolted on its own without any permission from you. You swallowed hard when you felt him tuck his fingers under the hem of your panties so he could pull them down.
“O-Of course I do. You always sound so good,” you moaned in response as you shimmied lightly to help him take your undergarments away. “It's a rush knowing I get you that needy.”
You could tell by the look in his eyes that Yoongi liked it when you were this eager to feel him on you. There was a certain spark of amusement in his irises as he locked with your gaze again and it made your mouth go dry. You bit your bottom lip and pulled it into your mouth as he tapped his index finger against your folds.
“So eager,” he purred as he spread your legs apart. He sighed as he brought his tongue to your clit and tested its sensitivity with a confident flick. You let out a shaky sigh as you brought your hands to the surface of his desk in order to grip the edge. You knew by the end of this you would be holding on so tightly that your fingers would turn white.
You leaned back slightly, running one of your hands into his hair shakily as you settled into the motions of his tongue. Yoongi wasn’t just good at oral, he was fucking amazing at it. Every flick of his tongue felt calculated and precise. There wasn’t ever a moment when his actions felt sloppy or accidental.
You moaned out and tensed up from the movements of his tongue, feeling your stomach knot up in the most pleasant way. Your body didn’t seem to care that he was building you up too quickly. You did nothing to slow it down; in fact, you spread your legs wider for him and let out a whine as your thighs began to shake around his head. Every pass of his tongue ignited your nerves and left you twitching for him, but Yoongi wasn’t even close to letting you get off this easily.
As you tilted your head back, you let out a louder moan while you closed your eyes. You could practically see the edge and you only needed a slight push to get over it. However, before he allowed you to get any closer, the intensity suddenly stopped. You couldn’t feel the intense wave of the impending orgasm anymore and, after a moment, you realised that you couldn’t feel anything.
You looked down with blurred vision, fuming before you even saw the amused and self-assured look on his face. You tried to take a breath to calm yourself before you spoke.
“Min Yoongi, I don’t remember being an ass to you ten minutes ago.”
“I’m not being an ass,” he spoke, his words coming out lowly as he nipped at your thigh again. “I’m making it even better for you, Baby.”
While you loved his confidence, and found it so fucking attractive, in these moments you just wanted to smack him over the head with a pillow. You were about to open your mouth again, but he suddenly had two of his fingers circling your entrance, teasing you. “Y-Yoongi, you better fucking make me come or I’m not going to blow you for a week.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” he spoke softly as he smirked, nipping at your thigh once more for good measure. “You were going to come too fast. I want to make it feel good for you, let me do it, Baby. Please.”
His tone made it seem like this was something he needed to do for you, like he was desperate to get you as loud as he could. Considering this was exactly what you wanted in the first place, for him to abandon his hesitation, you felt like a part of you couldn’t get angry with him. So, you let out a soft sigh and committed yourself to allowing him tease the ever-loving sanity out of you.
“Don’t worry, Baby,” Yoongi purred as he looked up into your eyes again. He let a smirk take over his features as he gently began to massage your thigh, all the while making a play on what you had told him earlier. “I promise not to waste a drop.”
Before you had much more time to think on his words, he parted your legs again as far as they would go and brought his pouty lips to your clit. He let out a hum, giving you the stimulation of subtle vibrations before he began to suck hard, drawing a loud moan out of you. You arched your back as your hand went for his hair again. Taking in a deep breath as the knot in your abdomen tightened, you drew the locks between your fingers and made a fist, needing something to hang onto.
You thought he might just keep teasing, only dipping the tips of his skilled fingers inside you, but you were pleasantly surprised when he pushed them deep into your pussy. While he continued to flick your clit with his stiff tongue, he made scissoring motions with two of his fingers to stretch you out and prepare you for more. All the while, he never lost focus with what his tongue was doing. He worked the muscle in figure-eight motions around your clit, drawing soft moans from you before he began to offer suction again.
Yoongi didn’t allow you to get used to any one movement that he was using against you. He kept switching them up, alternating different levels of pressure with his mouth and fingers. The tension was enough to make you dig your nails into the surface of the wooden desk underneath you.
For a moment, you felt nothing but panic when your mind considered that he might deny you again. You almost wanted to pull back so you could do it on your own terms, but it was like he knew what you were thinking. Yoongi gripped onto your thigh with his free hand, causing his thumb to dig into your skin in such a pleasantly rigid way. He kept you there while he teased your clit, using skillful movements that easily pushed you right over the edge and left you squirming under him, calling out his name and tugging on his hair.
You groaned and twitched as you quickly turned into a shaking mess, but Yoongi was ruthless. He continued his movements, working you through your high and enjoying each scream that he earned from your lips. He kept switching between lapping at your clit and sucking on it, all the while massaging his fingers against your walls. You breathed hard, tensing as he worked you through it and clenching on his fingers repeatedly. You were so sensitive but, at this point, you didn’t care. You just wanted to give him what he needed, even if it left your nerves fucked.
After a few more moments, when your voice began to break as you called out for him, he let up on his movements. You panted as you began to let yourself relax, breathing like he had after you had finished sucking his cock.
“Fuck, you have no idea how hot it is when you come,” Yoongi moaned against your thigh, kissing it softly while he slowly pulled his fingers away from you. With absolutely no shame, he lifted the digits to his mouth and licked them clean.
“Y-Yoongi,” you groaned as you looked away from him, shivering.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Baby Girl,” Yoongi spoke, his voice lower as he eyes darted around your body. His gaze locked with yours once more. “What was it that you said? ‘Fuck me hard’...?” A quiet groan slipped past his lips as he closed his eyes, just allowing himself to picture it. “How do you want to take my cock, Y/N?”
You hadn’t quite gained your head back yet. It was still off on cloud nine, taking it’s dear time to come back. His words were not tempting it to come down any sooner either. Yoongi kissed his way up your body, nipping at your breast before he came face to face with you.
You let out another breath and bit your lip as you looked into his eyes. You knew what he wanted, you knew it without having to think twice. He wanted to see you ride him. He wanted to watch how your body moved over him and how your pussy would take his cock. You knew just how much it got to him to see you like that.
“On the couch, Yoongi,” you told him, voice low and alluring. He had snatched some control from you for a while but, quick as a whip, you were willing to take it back.
He quirked a brow in response to the switch in your tone, but you couldn’t miss the way his pupils blew out a little or how his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Knowing you could stir the smallest physical reactions in him by dropping a few words from your mouth was a high of its own kind.
You felt elated as you watched him bite down on his bottom lip and tug it into his mouth. However, you didn’t have much more time to stare before he leaned forward to kiss you. You didn’t care that you could taste yourself on his lips, the intensity of the connection left a tingle behind in your gut and caused a chill to rush down your spine. Everything that he did ignited a spark of electricity in you, sending a current through your body that left you buzzing and eager for his touch. Eager for his words and how lost he could get when you were together.
You hopped off the desk and then began to lead him to the couch while you kissed. You cupped his neck in one hand and then reached down with the other to touch his cock, just so that you could experience how his moan felt against your lips.
“F-Fuck,” Yoongi moaned as he kissed you eagerly, gripping your waist tightly as his fingers dug into your skin.
His sounds only encouraged you to wrap your hand around his cock, squeezing as you slowly and gently rubbed your thumb over his slit, trying to make him shiver. Yoongi groaned into your mouth again as he felt the back of his legs hit the couch. Your hands made their way to his chest, earning you a sound of protest when your touch left his shaft.
You hummed in amusement as you broke away from the kiss, trailing your mouth to his ear and gently nipping at the lobe.
“Sit down, Baby,” you whispered, encouraging him with a tempting tone.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate. In just the few milliseconds that it took for a moment to pass, he had pushed his pants down his thighs and then sat down. You used your teeth to toy with your bottom lip while he looked over your body with an unfocused gaze. Your boyfriend looked more than enticed when his dark eyes locked with yours. In fact, he almost looked hypnotised.
Your eyes wandered over his body and settling on the swollen head of his cock, watching as precum leaked out. You took a breath and held it in your lungs until your chest started to feel tight before you began to unzip your skirt from behind. The desire to show off for him snuck up on you and bubbled to the surface, so you turned while a little smile broke out on your lips. You slowly pushed the fabric sensually down your body and revealed your lace cheeky panties to him, a style that you knew drove him wild.
Yoongi let out another hoarse groan as he watched the way your body moved. When he could find the will to speak, his voice left him equally strained. “Did you come here planning to fuck me?”
“Maybe,” you responded as you turned to him, winking.
You bit your lip as you got closer, humming in approval when you felt both of his hands meet your waist. It was like the two of you always knew just how to nudge the situation forwards, every action instinctual. It was exactly the kind of intimacy and chemistry that you had been missing.
“This should happen more often,” he announced suddenly as he glanced up into your eyes. With a flick of his wrists, he pushed your panties down your legs and then let his hands wander to your ass, squeezing appreciatively.
“I might be able to arrange for it…” you told him with a teasing smirk as you crawled on forward, settling your naked form on top of him.
Your eyes flicked over his body and you realised you were not satisfied with the fact that his shirt was intact. You reached for the hem with confident hands, lifting the fabric above his head and then kissing him passionately. You drew his bottom lip between yours and tugged as you lowered your hips just enough to run your dripping pussy over his cock, teasing him while you wrestled control over the situation back from him.
“Touch me, Yoongi,” you moaned into his mouth. Before you could even finish the sentence, his hands were already slowly sliding up your back, fingers dancing over your bare skin. But then he began to hesitate and you felt your stomach drop.
Yoongi pulled back a little bit, panting, his eyes wide. Almost as if he was scared. “Baby, I don’t have condoms here.”
Oh, thank fuck. You could have sighed with relief. And you did, but then you let out a soft chuckle after nipping at his lips. You leaned to the side and reached for your purse on the little couch-side table. Digging into the first pocket, you pulled a row of condoms from within and hold them up for him to see.
“You even bought my favourite brand,” he said quietly before he gave you a playful stink-eye. “You did come here planning to fuck me.”
“And if I did?” you asked him in a sweet tone, tilting your head before ripping a single packet away from the bunch.
Yoongi hummed as he leaned in and nipped at your lips in return, groaning when he felt your folds brush over the head of his cock from the shift. “Good. I couldn’t figure that song arrangement out for the life of me.”
You let out a giggle and cupped his cheek, kissing him passionately. You missed this. You missed the light teasing banter you often shot back and forth. You missed when you could make each other laugh during such intimacy. You felt hope sparkle in your chest and bloom. Things were going to be okay, you were sure of it.
“I knew. Which is why I thought a distraction was in order. A creative outlet of sorts,” you told him as you winked. As you pulled your hips back, you began to open the packet, earning a hiss from between his teeth at the sensation of your folds caressing his cock. “Shall I give you the honour?”
Yoongi slowly brought and locked his heavy gaze with yours, too distracted by how good your cunt had felt against him to reply in the same light and humorous tone that you had used. Instead, his voice came out as a caress, raising every hair on your body to stand on end. “I think it would be more interesting if you rolled it on for me…let me feel that little tongue again.”
The expression on his face was enough to make you consider trailing your fingers down your body and in between your legs. For just a moment, a carnal need to touch yourself while he spoke like that flooded your body. Sometimes, you forgot how fucking good he was at using his words to send shivers throughout your body. To make you ache with need for him.
“Fuck…” you whispered to yourself as you looked him over but his shirt was in the way of your gaze. It needed to go.
When it came to Yoongi, he was by no means a muscular person. You could never have a moment where you delicately traced the outlines of his muscles with the pads of your fingertips. But, he did happen to be someone that had a type of lithe beauty to his body which made him especially attractive. You spent your time tracing the outlines of his figure with your mouth and leaving behind love marks wherever you could get away with them.
You connected your eyes with his once more and your words came out softly, almost breathily. “Good suggestion...but first, shirt off. I want to see you.”
Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and then glanced towards the door. It was locked by a pin-code password that no one else except for Jungkook knew it. And Jungkook wasn’t even in the building today. No one was going to come in here and he felt secure in that thought. Safe.
He took in a deep breath and then leaned forward, taking his shirt off from the back of his neck. He tossed it to the side and then leaned back again, sitting fully naked on his studio couch, something he truly thought would never happen. You were in front of him, on your knees and looking at him with a gaze that made it more than clear that you were hungry for him.
“Fuck, Yoongi. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do this for you in here,” you told him, voice low as you opened the condom packet.
You glanced from his cock and then back into his eyes before you put the tip of the latex on him. You rolled it down only slightly with your hand, giving his cock an experimental squeeze and smiling to yourself when he let out a shuddery groan. You didn’t give him time to think. In the next moment, you descended on him, putting his cock in your mouth and pushing down the condom with your lips.
You heard the sound of his nails on fabric before you registered that he had gripped the leather upholstery of his couch and dragged his fingers along the surface of it. You hummed in satisfaction, very fucking smug and satisfied with the fact that you can give him this. It always turned you on when you manage to get to him.
When you get the condom fully onto the length of his cock, you gripped the base and then hollowed out your cheeks, sucking hard as you pulled your mouth upwards.
“H-Holy shit,” Yoongi groaned as he tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling. “Why the fu-fuck did I make that stupid rule?”
You laughed a little once you took your mouth away from him, winking and then standing up again. You moved towards him, eyes glued to his as you let your fingers trail over his thigh and up his torso. You pushed yourself onto him and settled there, your legs on either side of his.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t make up for it,” you whispered against his lips, in between kisses, before deciding to take his bottom lip into your mouth and tug on it gently.
A soft moan passed through your lips, almost like an exhale of oxygen, as you began to grind your hips against his once more. You reached for his shoulders, setting your hands there while you nipped at his lips, a chill going down your spine.
The moment that your cunt brushed over the sensitive head of his cock, a drawn-out moan left him from somewhere deep within his chest. His hands found your hips and he dug his fingers into the skin there, eager to feel how soft and pliable your body could be. Very slowly, you began to drag your hips back and forth, dragging your pussy along the length of his cock, teasing him with the soft warmth of your core.
The way his hands felt on your body, fingers digging into your skin, had your thighs quaking around him. Or maybe it was the fact that you knew you were more than wet enough to sink down on his cock without any resistance. Thinking of how the stretch would feel had the pit in your stomach heating up, spreading a pleasant and tingling warmth through your body. You couldn’t help but drop your hips down low, chasing the friction of you knew his cock could provide.
“F-Fuck, keep doing that and I’ll put you on your knees,” Yoongi hissed as he looked up into your eyes.
You gave him a defiant smile, loving this game the two of you were playing. He was so used to being in control that he kept trying to wrestle it away from you, but his threats didn’t scare you. Frankly, you’d thoroughly enjoy every possible moment of him fucking you roughly from behind. He could hit deeper like that and with such force that your toes would curl from the delight.
No matter the outcome of this game of cat and mouse, there was no way you could lose. Unless he chose to deny you again. But even then, it would be a kind of torture that you’d enjoy every second of. Yoongi could edge you all night and you’d thank him for every spark and tingle that he had sent through your body.
“Baby, when you talk like t-that, it only makes me want to keep doing it,” you rasped as you pushed your clit against the head of his cock, looking for friction and stimulation. Slowly, you brought your hand to his cheek, index finger gliding over the length of his jaw as you looked into his eyes. There was a hunger buried deep in your gaze as you looked him over. “Fuck, you’re just so tempting like this…”
Yoongi groaned and bit down on his lip before he reached around and spanked you, gripping your ass afterward and squeezing appreciatively. “Last warning, Sweetheart. Ride my cock, o-or I flip us and tease your little cunt until cum is running down your thighs.”
A blush flooded your cheeks, but it didn’t actually do anything to make you shyer. His words had little sparks of excitement flying throughout your body. You wanted him, and even though you craved the experience of him committing to his threats, you just couldn’t dedicate the willpower that would allow you to keep teasing him. You couldn’t bear another moment of clenching on nothing or the ache you felt for him inside.
“I’ll t-take your cock baby, d-don’t worry,” you told him with a moan as you reached down and grabbed him in your hand. His sound alone was enough to almost make you hesitate and begin jerking him off instead, just so you could watch his expression change as you did it. But despite the rush of excitement that went through your body at the thought of it, you couldn’t handle another moment without him inside of you. And you weren’t going to try to.
You tried to keep your eyes open and watch his expression as you lined him up and pushed yourself down on him, but it wasn’t possible. The stretch was more than you imagined; pleasure mingled with a slight tinge of pain, giving you an experience that had your eyes fluttering shut and a breathy moan slipping past your parted lips.
Yoongi’s hands on your hips shook slightly when you finally had taken the entire length of his cock. Feeling the way his fingertips pressed into your skin had you opening your eyes and looking at him with curiosity. His eyes were half-lidded and his gaze traveled over your body as if he was in a trance, ensnared by a spell the sheer sight of your body had cast over him.
“Fuck, why haven’t we done this in here before?” Yoongi groaned suddenly, eyes snapping back up to yours. He adjusted himself, sitting up more, before he pressed firmly down on your hips, getting you to grind circles on his cock. “F-Fuck! Seeing you in here...fucking you in here...it’s all I’m going to think about now. I’m going to be in the middle of t-trying to fucking write a song and need to get off.”
You hummed in amusement, not able to stop the smug smile from touching your lips. You pressed into his shoulders, lifting yourself and then pushing yourself back down again, wanting to create a rhythm. “I could always come over when you think of it, just to remind you of how good it f-felt.”
The crisp sound of skin striking skin rang throughout the room, but you felt the sting of his palm on your ass before the noise registered. When you locked eyes with him again, he seemed more than pleased with himself, but you really couldn’t blame him considering how loud you had called his name. The way he put his hands on you only encouraged your need to please him, to make him just as fucking weak for you as you were for him.
“I’m not sure I’m going to let you out of bed for the next week,” he growled as he leaned back, letting his eyes roam your body as you moved over him. You had worked up enough of a pace that your breast bounced as you rode him, and he was more than content to watch. Seeing the way his eyes settled on your body, knowing that in that very moment nothing could be more attractive to him, it was a rush. A rush that shot right for your core and left you throbbing.
“Fuck, your threats a-are hot,” you groaned as you pulled him into a hungry kiss, returning to grinding on him once more. “If acting this way gets me a week with you, I will be coming to the studio a-a lot more often.”
You let out a shuddery gasp into his mouth when he pressed his thumb into your clit, grinding into it as you clenched down on his cock. Yoongi nipped at your lips, drawing the bottom one into his mouth and sucking gently. The care he used greatly contrasted the sting that his hand left on your ass when he spanked you once more, and it left your mind reeling.
“F-Fucking ride me, Baby Girl,” Yoongi rasped against your lips as he bucked his hips into yours. The pressure had you digging your nails into his shoulders and biting down hard on your lip.
Your eyes looked drunk as you began to pick up the pace again, sounds getting louder. His name left your lips as pants of air, while the lewd noises of how wet you were filled the room, accented by the sound of skin on skin. This was going to be like a song you couldn’t seem to get out of your head for days, you’d close your eyes and remember just how it fucking sounded. And you knew your entire body would ache in need for him when it happened.
“F-Fuck...Y/N,” Yoongi purred as he watched the way your core swallowed him over and over again. He pressed his thumb into your clit with more pressure, working it in tighter circles. “Y-Your body is shaking so prettily for me. Are you going to come, Baby? I want to feel your little pussy get tighter.”
“Y-Yes, Y-Yoon-gi,” you moaned as you panted against his lips, leaning in for another kiss, shaking and desperate to connect with him in every possible way. Your voice came out as a high-pitched cry, unsteady and cracked. Your release was so close that every nerve in your body felt like it was attached to an ignited cable of dynamite. “I-I’m so fucking close.”
Yoongi always knew what would force you to tumble right over the edge. He understood your body like the way he understood music, intricately and intimately. No detail of you ever escaped his attention and he used every secret he learned to further unhinge you next time that you were together.
“On your hands and knees, Baby,” he demanded as he stopped moving, waiting for you to follow his instructions. However, his expression was anything but patient.
You didn’t even think twice, in mere moments you had moved into the position he had requested, so fucking eager to mewl for him and experience the intensity of feeling his cock slam into you from behind. While he hadn’t looked patient, you were in even worse shape as you gripped onto the edge of the couch, looking over your shoulder as you arched your back.
“P-Please Yoongi. M-Make me come. Please.”
Just like Yoongi understood and memorised every little trick that could make your thighs shake, you understood him on a similar level. You knew that if there was something that always managed to get under his skin, it was begging for him when he hadn’t even asked you to. Something about the desperate nature of it always sent him into a frenzy and had him rushing to push his cock into you.
“Fuck. B-Begging so fucking nicely for my cock,” Yoongi groaned as he smacked your ass again, thrusting in hard and sending you forwards into the arm of the couch. You let out a high pitched moan as your toes curled up.
“Pl-Please, m-make me c-c-come, Y-Yoongi,” you kept begging him, clenching on him tightly with every thrust, making your cunt impossibly tight for him as he pulled back.
Yoongi moaned out, leaning forwards and resting his head against your shoulder blade. He panted against your skin, hot breaths fanning across your back as he brought his hand to your core again. Taking a deep breath, and trying to amass all the self-control that he could muster, he began to massage and roll your clit between two fingers. He knew that you were only going to get even tighter around him and it was a risk he was willing to take.
Your moans became like a chant of his name as he pushed you higher and higher. Every thrust of his hips was sharp and precise; you could feel your orgasm building like someone was pulling a thread until it was taunt. Any moment now, you were going to break.
Yoongi leaned forward, nipping at your ear and letting out a low groan. The sound sent a shockwave through your body, but it was his words that hit you hardest. “Let go for m-me Baby Girl, let me feel this little pussy weep.”
As you cried out his name, the thread finally snapped.
Yoongi let out a guttural moan as he sat back up onto his knees, grinding his cock deep into you and burying himself in your core. With the way you clenched on him, there was no conceivable way he could resist coming. You were just too tight, your cunt squeezing down onto him until he could hardly move.
You heard the sounds of his deep groans as he came and felt the way he gripped your waist. The pressure only added to the pleasure of the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your thighs twitched in response to every little sensation he gave you while you arched back into him, trying to get him deeper.
“F-Fuck...Y/N…” he breathed, leaning forwards again and kissing your spine. “Fuck….you’re a temptress.”
You wanted to chuckle, but you didn’t have the energy. You were more prepared to slump forward, limbs feeling like jelly. “O-Only yours.”
A sharp gasp escaped your mouth as he spanked you again, but this time the slap was much softer than before. “Damn right.”
You smiled, but then let out a soft groan as he pulled out of you. You didn’t bother turning over as he reached for the condom and stood up to toss it in the trash. Instead, you let your legs stretch out behind you as you slumped forward into the leather upholstery. “Fuck…”
In another moment, you felt the soft touch of his hand on your back, fingers trailing down your spine. You let out a hum of satisfaction, turning slightly so you could turn to face him. You watched with tired eyes as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss into your forehead.
“I love you,” he told you quietly, kissing again. You got the sense that he understood why you did all of that...and that he was reassuring you everything was going to be okay. His voice had such a soft and warm quality to it.
“I love you too, Yoongi,” you told him just as quietly, voice a little croaky. You smiled when he kissed your nose, and then your cheeks.
“I love you,” he told you again, sweetly pecking your lips three times before kissing your cheeks once more. You loved the affection he always showered you in and this kind of intimacy was like a balm to all of the worries you had felt inside. You had more than just missed this side of him.
“I know,” you told him tiredly, but your voice did nothing to disguise your amusement. “You just told me.”
“I’ll tell you over and over again if I have to,” he told you, voice warm, as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’ll say it until I’m blue in the face.”
You smiled, heart feeling like it was ready to fly out of your chest. Min Yoongi had always had the power to make your body feel like it was floating in the clouds. You watched him as he pulled on his jeans and then reached for the extra blanket he kept in the studio. He placed it over your body and then kissed your forehead once more. Closing your eyes, you leaned into it, your body drawn to any touch he’d give you as if his affection would someone feed you after days of starving.
“We’re going to be okay,” he assured you quietly, kissing your temple and closing his eyes, taking in the scent of your hair.
“Promise?” you asked him quietly, voice barely louder than a whisper.
