Summary: Finally, after marrying the love of your life, everything is coming together. Now it's up to the two of you to tackle the biggest step in your life. Parenthood. Will it open old wounds or, will it bring everyone closer together?
Pairing: Husband Yoongi x Pregnant Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Low Angst, Smut
Warnings: Swearing, Arguments, Unprotected Sex, Pregnant Sex
A/N/ I hope you all had an amazing holiday! I was actually quite inspired and was able to write a lot on two one-shots!!
Three weeks later, the smell of fresh primer mixed with the rich, the earthy warmth of Burnt Sienna filled the nursery. Yoongi was halfway up the far wall with a roller, sleeves pushed up. His old t-shirt was already stained with rust-colored paint splatter. Mingyu stood near the window, wrestling with a drop cloth that refused to lie flat.
âWhy does this thing hate me?â he muttered.
âBecause you didnât listen when I told you to shake it out first.â Your sister laughs at her new husband.
âI did shake it out,â he argues. âItâs still not lying flat.â
You smile from your spot on the stool, hands resting over your stomach that is sticking out more and more as the days go by. The presence of Mingyu helps as everyone gathers in the nursery. His easy energy fills the space, keeping it from feeling too quiet. It helps keep the awkwardness at bay.
âItâs going to look good in here,â your sister comments. âIt's a lot warmer of a color than what I first imagined.â
âShe chose it,â Yoongi says, flicking a glance your way.
âGood choice. It feels cozy. Like⊠amazing naps are going to happen in here.â Mingyu beams at you.
âLots of naps,â you agree, rubbing your stomach.
âWhere do you want me?â Your sister asks.
âEdges,â Yoongi replied. âJust cut in.â
âIâll help,â Mingyu said quickly, reaching for another brush. âIâm good at lines. I did all the trim in our condo.â
âAfter I fixed it.â Your sister laughs
âTeam effort,â he grinned.
As they worked side by side, the room filled with quiet conversation and the soft sounds of bristles against the wall.
It was easy.
Almost normal.
âI honestly didnât expect you to go this warm,â your sister said casually, brushing along the baseboard.
âYou would have to really know her first to make that assumption,â Yoongi says quietly.
Mingyu glanced between them, then at you, clearly sensing something but choosing not to poke it. Instead, he gestured to the half-painted wall.
âThis colorâs going to look insane once the sunlight hits it in the morning,â he tells you.
âThatâs what she said,â Yoongi replies. "She's brilliant at picturing these type of things."
You caught the way his eyes found you immediately after. Reassuring you that you made the right decision in picking the color.
âYeah,â you nod. âI wanted it to look like a sunset. I think all the accents will be sunset colors to match my watercolors perfectly. Yellow and gold hues. Maybe some browns here and there.â
âI think that sounds perfect,â your sister smiles at you seemingly moving on from Yoongi's little dig at her.
You smile back at her. This wasn't going to be so bad. Sure, there were going to be some kinks to work out, and maybe Yoongi needed to learn how to have a filter. However, you felt like it could work. You'll just have to talk with Yoongi about watching what he says. You know he'll work on it if you say something.
You knew this was a good idea.
Until later, when Yoongi reached for the paint tray, his sleeve brushed your sisterâs arm. She startled slightly, making you think of Lisa's words.
They tiptoe around each other.
Unfinished business
You were quick to want to deny it, but maybe you shouldn't.
âOh, sorry,â she said.
âDidnât mean to crowd you,â Yoongi replied, stepping back without hesitation.
Mingyu immediately slid between them, completely unintentionally, blocking the space as he leans down to re-dip his brush.
âSo,â he said, cheerful and oblivious, âDo you have a whole theme picked out? Farm animals or flowers? Farm animals in flowers?â
You laugh, trying to force the tension from your chest .
âHot air balloons,â you tell him. âInspiration from our honeymoon.â
âShe's painting all the art for the walls,â Yoongi informs him as he rolls more paint onto the walls. âShe's really talented. She's even thinking about quitting her job to sell her art.â
âReally?â Your sister looks at you with a look of surprise on her face.
âJust thinking about it,â you say. âNothing is set in stone yet.â
âWell, my office could use something,â MIngyu smiles. âI would happily purchase something from you.â
âOh âŠâ you say, starting to refuse, but he wouldn't let you.
âI would love a cityscape,â he says. âIn whatever medium you choose.â
You look at Yoongi, who winks at you.
âOkay,â you agree. âI think I can do that.â
No, you know you can.
After a while, your sister wipes her hands on a rag and turns to address everyone in the room.
âIâm going to grab coffee in town,â she says. âDoes anyone else want anything?â
Both you and Yoongi thank her but refuse her offer.
âI'll come with you,â Mingyu says. âWe'll be back.â
Once they are gone, Yoongi sets the roller down and comes over to you, crouching in front of the stool.
âYou okay?â he asks quietly.
You nod, then hesitate. You don't want to tell him what Lisa thinks of this whole situation. You knew that would only cause more problems.
âI think⊠Iâm just overthinking,â you admit.
âYou donât have to pretend with me.â He tells you as his hand slides over yours, warm and steady.
Before you can respond, Mingyu pops his head back in.
âI forgot my wallet,â he says before freezing for half a second, taking in the scene. Yoongi kneeling in front of you, hands over yours, your expression soft and unguarded. â...Yeah,â he said slowly, backing out. âIâll just⊠give you a minute.â
âWhat's going on?â He asks.
âNothing,â you deny his question. âI'm just getting tired of sitting here.â
âWe promised to talk to each other,â he reminds you.
âShe stiffened when your sleeve brushed her arm,â you say. âIt's stupid, and I know it means nothing, but it was there. It made me wonder if I had made the wrong choice by having her help. Which is stupid because it was just your sleeve. I have very clear memories of the two of you lying in her bed together. I âŠ.â
âHey.â He stops you and places his hand on your round belly. âI'm sorry I can't take those memories away from you. I wish I could, but I can't. Trust me, I wouldn't willingly touch her.â
âI know.â You nod your head.
âI'll put a stop to it if you want me to,â he says. âI'll thank them for helping, but tell them we have it from here.â
âBut that's not what I want,â you say. âI want to have a normal relationship with her. I want to be able to enjoy my pregnancy with my sister without any lingering doubts in my head.â
âYou don't have to have any doubts,â he promises. âShe's happily married. We're happily married, right?â You nod. âThen stop worrying. She doesn't want me. I definitely, in no way, in hell want her. Okay?â
âOkay,â you agree softly.
Yoongi leans forward, kissing your stomach before standing and kissing you on the lips. You felt like a moron for letting Lisa get to you. You should have known better than to listen to her. She might be one of your best friends, but it doesnât mean she knows everything.
âFinally,â Yoongi says, rolling his neck. âIt's done.â
The four of you look around your beautifully painted nursery. Everything was coming together in your mind. The crib, the mobile, and your paintings. You could envision it all.
Yoongi rubs your belly as you smile at him. Proud of the work heâs putting in when you feel it. Not a flutter. A very clear, very deliberate thump from the inside.
âDid you feel that?â You ask, looking up at your husband.
âYeah,â he said softly, his eyes zeroing in on your stomach. âYeah, I felt that.â
Another kick followed, right beneath his hand.
His eyes widened, lips parting in a breathless laugh. You laugh along with him as you continue to feel the repeated kicks to your stomach.
Grinning down at you, he drops to his knees and presses a kiss to your stomach again. You run your hand through his hair as you watch him love on your child that was still nestled inside of you. You almost forgot that you had company.
âThatâs⊠kind of amazing,â Mingyu says from the corner of the room and cautiously walks up to the two of you. âCan I?â
âYeah,â you laugh.
Yoongi backs up just a bit as you take Mingyuâs hand, pressing it against your stomach. You wait a moment, but nothing happens. He looks up at you, disappointed.
âI don't feel anything,â he says.
âCome on, little one,â Yoongi says to your stomach as he gently rubs the area around Mingyu's hand. âKick for Uncle Mingyu.â
As if your baby is already listening to their daddy, your baby gives another thump to your belly just under your brother-in-lawâs hand. Mingyu's face lights up as he smiles at you and Yoongi.
âYou're a stubborn little one, aren't you?â Mingyu laughs.
âRuns in the family,â Yoongi mutters, earning him a soft slap from you.
Your sister stands a few steps behind him. She smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Her gaze lingers on Yoongiâs attention on your stomach, before she looks away and busies herself with straightening the paint supplies.
You notice.
The moment stretched just long enough to get under your skin, and just like that, Lisaâs voice crept back in.
They tiptoe around each other.
Unfinished business.
You swallow, forcing your smile to stay in place as excitement and doubt tangled together in your chest. The kicks were real. The joy was real. However, so was that flicker of unease you couldnât quite shake. You press Yoongiâs hand more firmly to your stomach, grounding yourself. This is ours, you reminded yourself.
Yours and Yoongi's.
Not hers.
Yours.
âHow did painting go?â Jisoo asks as she and Lisa lounge in the living room with you. âThe room looks so nice.â
âIt ⊠went,â you say, sighing into your drink.
âHmm,â Lisa hums as if she was expecting that.
âWhat?â You ask, looking up from your drink to look at her. âWhat does that mean?â
âNothing,â she said a little too innocently.
âWhat happened?â Jisoo asks.
âI thought I was letting SOMEONE get into my head,â you admit, giving Lisa a look. âYoongi accidentally brushed up against my sister's arm, and she looked uncomfortable for a moment. However, Mingyu was right there, and it kind of snapped me out of it, and I moved on, butâŠâ
âBut?â Lisa asks, sitting forward, looking at you intensely.
âThe baby kicked,â you smile, placing your hand on your belly. âWe felt it for the first time, and Yoongi was so excited. He was kissing my stomach and âŠ. he was so happy. Even Mingyu got all excited and was touching my belly. I looked at my sister, and she was ⊠staring at him.â
âStaring at who, how?â Jisoo questions carefully.
âYoongi. She was looking at him almost like she was ⊠sad,â you admit.
âHmmm,â Lisa hums once again, and Jisoo smacks her leg.
Jisoo shoots Lisa a sharp look before turning back to you, her expression calm but attentive.
âOkay,â she says evenly. âLetâs slow down before Lisa turns this into a conspiracy board.â
âIâm just saying..â Lisa tries, but Jisoo shakes her head.
âI know what youâre saying,â Jisoo cuts in, tone gentle but firm. âBut sadness doesnât automatically mean wanting Yoongi.â
âWhat do you think the whole situation could mean?â You ask.
âIt could mean a lot of things,â Jisoo replies. âYour sister just watched her younger sibling have a very real, very intimate milestone. First kicks. An obsessed husband. A baby on the way. That can hit harder than people expect.â
Lisa opens her mouth, then closes it, clearly unconvinced.
âSheâs married,â Jisoo continues. âHappily, from what youâve told us. Mingyu adores her. That look you saw? It mightâve been grief for a version of life she doesnât get anymore. Or guilt. Or even relief mixed with nostalgia. Humans are complicated.â
âOr sheâs realizing she lost something she shouldnât have given up.â Lisa rolls her eyes
âThatâs an assumption,â Jisoo says calmly. âAnd assumptions are dangerous when youâre pregnant and emotional.â
âThanks for calling me out.â You huff out a weak laugh.
âIâm calling both of you out,â Jisoo smiles. âLisa sees patterns everywhere. You absorb them like a sponge.â
âI just donât want her blindsided. Iâve seen this movie before.â Lisa shrugs unapologetically
âI donât want her sabotaging her own happiness over a look,â Jisoo counters. âYoongi didnât hesitate. He stepped back. He reassured her. He put his hand on her belly, not on her sister. Those are actions. Actions matter more than expressions.â
You swallow, the knot in your chest tightening and loosening all at once.
âShe didnât say anything,â you murmur. âShe didnât do anything.â
âExactly,â Jisoo says. âSo until she does, you donât punish yourself for a thought she may not have even been having.â
âFine. Iâll⊠dial it down. For now.â Lisa sighs, leaning back into the couch.
âFor now,â Jisoo echoes dryly.
You rest your hand over your stomach again, feeling the faint echo of earlier movement, like a memory still humming beneath your skin.
âI just want this to be simple,â you admit quietly. âI want to enjoy this without always waiting for something to go wrong.â
âThen trust whatâs in front of you. Not whatâs behind you.â Jisoo reaches over, squeezing your knee.
âIf something does go wrong,â Lisa adds, quieter now, âyou wonât be alone.â Lisa studies you for a long moment before softening.
You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips.
The front door opens, letting in a rush of cooler air and the low murmur of voices.
âI swear I put the keys right âŠ.â Jimin stops short as he steps into the living room. âHey, are we interrupting girl talk?â
Yoongi follows him in, hair still damp, a faint smear of paint along his wrist he mustâve missed. His eyes go straight to you, to where youâre curled into your oversized chair. He crosses the room without thinking, settling beside you and resting his hand over yours.
âWell,â Lisa says lightly, lifting her glass, âLook who's right on time.â
âI feel like we shouldn't be here,â Jimin says, nervously at the tone in his girlfriend's voice.
âNo,â Jisoo answers quickly. âWe were just talking.â
âFunny how full-circle life gets, huh?â Lisa tilts her head, eyes sliding from your hand on your stomach to Yoongiâs.
The room stills.
âWhat does that mean?â Yoongi asks, giving her a hard stare.
âNothing. Just⊠you in a nursery with this sister instead of the other one. Kinda poetic,â Lisa says with a shrug.
âLisa,â Jimin hisses.
âWhat?â she insists. âItâs history. Iâm not wrong.â
You feel Yoongiâs hand tighten over yours, not in anger but more like he was stopping himself from doing something.
âThat history is done,â he says evenly. âItâs not something Iâm proud of.â
âDidnât say you were,â Lisa replies. âJust saying it must feel weird.â
âItâs only weird if someone keeps dragging it into the present,â Jisoo says as she sets her drink down a little harder than necessary.
âOr if it was never fully dealt with.â Lisa meets her gaze. âHas it been dealt with, Yoongi?â
âOkay, thatâs enough.â Jimin clears his throat, shifting closer to Lisa.
The air in the room instantly turned heavy. Jimin looked like he wanted to physically force the words back into Lisaâs mouth, while Jisooâs expression had hardened into a mask of pure frustration. This is not how you wanted the rest of your day to go.
âYoongi didn't look away from Lisa. He didnât flinch, but the muscles in his jaw were working overtime. The silence was tense, and you couldn't bear to look at him until he finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it was tight. You knew he was mad.
ââI dealt with it,â Yoongi said, his eyes narrowing. âI dealt with it when I broke up with her. I dealt with it when I chose to be with the love of my life. I dealt with it when I apologized to her for the love of my life.â
âLisa opened her mouth to retort, but Jimin finally stepped in, placing a firm hand on her shoulder.
âLisa, drop it. Seriously, weâre here to celebrate a nursery,â her boyfriend tells her.
ââIâm just being honest,â Lisa mutters, though she finally leans back sulking.
ââI think it's time to go,â Jisoo says as she stands and smooths out her clothes. âSeungkwan is going to be home soon.â
Jimin and a reluctant Lisa follow.
âAs they shuffled toward the door, the tension began to leak out of the room, leaving behind a dull ache in your chest. Jimin gives you a sympathetic, apologetic wave, and Jisoo blows you a kiss before the front door finally clicks shut.
âSilence reclaimed the house.
âYoongi doesn't move. He stays right there beside your chair, his hand still anchored over yours. He lets out a long, slow breath, his shoulders finally dropping from their defensive hunch. Lisa had such a big mouth.
ââIs that what earlier was about?â He asks. âI get a feeling this wasn't the first time you guys have talked about this.â
âYou look down at your joined hands and nod.
âShe just says the things Iâm too afraid to say out loud, Yoongi. Sheâs like the voice in the back of my head that wonât shut up,â you admit.
âHe reaches out, gently cupping your chin and tilting your face up so you have to look at him.
ââThen let me be the voice in the front of your head,â he said softly. âI know I made mistakes when it came to your sister. Weâve talked about that, but I won't call my past with her a mistake.â You can feel tears well in your eyes at his words. âBecause that would mean I would have never met you. Lisa doesn't know what she is talking about. She's finding problems where there aren't any. Don't let her get to you.â
âYou lean into his palm, the warmth of his skin grounding you. A small, solid thump vibrated against the palm of his hand, still resting on your stomach. Your baby. Yoongi broke into a genuine smile, the tension finally leaving his face.
âSee? Even the little one thinks she needs to mind her own business,â he jokes.
âYeah. I think youâre right.â You laughed, a genuine sound that finally broke the last of the lingering gloom.
â"This is the one," your sister says, holding up a curtain panel in Marigold Yellow. "Itâll catch the light perfectly in the morning, just like Mingyu said."
âYou nodded, but your mind was miles away. Ever since the painting day and Lisaâs pointed comments. A weight had been sitting in your chest. You watched your sisterâs profile as she began looking for the right length of curtain rods. She looked happy, yet there was still something there that you just couldn't put your finger on, and it made you uneasy. No matter how many times Yoongi tells you everything is good.
You need to hear it from her.
â"Hey," you said, stopping by a display of nursery linens. "Can we talk for a second? For real?"
âShe paused, sensing the shift in your tone. She sets the fabric down and turns to you, her expression open but a little guarded. You wonder for a moment if she knew what this was going to be about.
"Of course. Is everything okay? Are you feeling alright?" She smiles.
â"I am. Itâs just..." You took a breath, deciding to be direct. "The other day, when the baby kicked, and Yoongi was.... You were staring right at him. You looked really sad for a second. Iâve been replaying it in my head, and I can't figure out why you looked sad."
âYour sister blinked, her shoulders dropping. She didn't look angry; she looked caught. She sighed and leaned against a shelf, looking down at her shoes.
â"I didn't think you saw that," she whispered.
â"I did, and I need to know if itâs because of him. Is it because you want what I have with him?" You ask her.
"No. Oh, god, no. Itâs not about wanting him back. I love Mingyu. Heâs my person, and I wouldn't trade our life for anything." âShe looks up quickly, her eyes wide and sincere. â "The sadness you saw? It was guilt. Pure, heavy guilt. Seeing how happy he is with you, how much he adores you... it makes me realize how much time I wasted with him. Especially when I knew he wasn't happy with me.â
âSo, you're not trying to worm your way in between us and take over my life like some bad Lifetime movie?â You ask, and she looks at you, a little hurt.
âWhy would you ask that?â She asks, crossing her arms.
âBecause that's what Lisa is trying to make me believe,â you say, running your hand across the fabric of the crib sheet on display.
âHonestly, I don't know if I should laugh or feel offended,â she says, picking up the fabric again. She studies you for a long moment, then lets out a quiet breath that sounds more tired than amused. âLisa really doesnât know when to stop,â she says softly.
âI'm sorry,â you apologize.
âI never thought youâd actually believe that Iâd want to⊠interfere,â she admits. âI thought we were better than that.â
âI didnât want to,â you say. âBut she keeps saying it out loud, and it makes it harder to ignore.â
âI get that.â She nods, and then she hesitates, fingers curling against the shelf behind her. âWe both already know Yoongi loved you back then,â she says. âI'm not out to get revenge.â
Your chest tightens at her words.
âI was horrible to the both of you. I manipulated him into staying with me by crying and making him feel guilty, and watching him with you the other day didnât make me miss him,â she says. âIt made me feel guilty because I wasted time. His and mine. When I shouldâve stepped aside sooner. Seeing how natural it is now. How sure is he with you?â She exhales. âIt just confirmed what I already accepted.â
Your throat burns.
âSo you werenât⊠wishing things were different?â you ask quietly.
âNo,â she answers immediately. âI was relieved that he and I. That all three of us finally have what we always wanted. Happiness ⊠and that made me a little emotional. He never ⊠ever smiled like that with me.â
You let out a shaky breath you didnât realize you were holding.
âI never took anything from you,â you say, more to yourself than to her.
âNo. You didnât. You just ended up where you were always meant to be.â She shakes her head.
Silence settles between you. Softer now, no longer tense and anxious-filled.
âIâm happy,â she adds. âTruly. With Mingyu. With my life. That look you saw wasnât longing. It was closure.â
Your eyes sting, but this time the feeling in your chest loosens instead of tightening.
âThank you for telling me,â you say.
âThank you for asking,â she replies. âInstead of letting someone try to ruin what we are trying to build.â
âWhat do you think about shades for the window?â You ask with a smile.
âCordless roman,â she replies. âIn my professional opinion, I would go with bamboo. You can pick how tight you want the weave for how much light filtering you would like.â
âI will probably need help with that,â you admit.
âI'll be happy to help,â she smiles. âAs long as both you and Yoongi are okay with it.â
âWe are,â you nod. âWe are now.â
She had her closure, and you believe that she had her closure. That was all you needed to hear. You'll deal with Lisa later because right now. You were shopping with your sister, and then you were going to treat her to lunch.
After all, you think that's what sisters are supposed to do.
fav yoongi fics!!! most of these are oneshots>< Big love and praise to the authors who made these amazing storiesss!!! Most of these are 18+ so... be mindful when reading!!
Your Universe by @muniimyg (series)
MASTERPIECE<33 also my first ever read here on tumblr
Second Love by @cutaepatootie (3parts)
100%<3
Pour Some Sugar On Me by @yoonia
HOOOTTTTT and also messy lol
Act On It by @joonie-beanie
Vampire Yoongi on topppp
Hug-O-Gram by @cinnaminsvga
FLUFFFFF Yoongi is soooo cute helppp
Rings That Binds Us Together by @joyfulhopelox
it's been long since I've read this
Back-burner by @yoonpobs (series)
YESSSS
Private Lesson by @dntaewithluv
erm...
Vows by @hamsterclaw (2parts w/drabble!!)
PURE COMEDY BYEE-
Friend & Fools by @ktownshizzle
idiots
Till The End of The Line by @kimvvantae
got me BAWLING MY EYES OUT
Yoongi's lullaby by @jiminrings
he's an idiot
Love Grows Where You Go by @hueseok
cute heheh
Friendship Over by @borathae
hot hot HOOOTTT
Cherries by @redrose10 (2parts)
:<<<<<<
A Tiger's Judgement by @borathae
praise praise!! The author slayed once again
Ex-things by @namfinessed
idiots....
His entire world by @serendipitous-seven
softtt:<<<<<<<<
Dating Advice by @taleasnewastime (series)
the BESSSTT got me giggling and shii
Love & Lullabies by @ktownshizzle (series)
UGHHHH CUTE DILF YOONGGIIII
Eternal Sunshine by @ilys00ga
<3333
Lunch Break by @borathae
ahem...
Muse by meeeeee (available on wattpad too, click here)
synopsis | Tell everyone you know, Love Is... On Tour! Popstar!YN is set to start her sophomore world tour with her new hit songs, sparkly outfits, and talented live band. There are 352 days of this tour, which means 352 days of YN and her new bassist, Yoongi getting on each other's skin in every way possible.
pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader
genre | enemies to lovers, slowburn
note | not posted in order
main masterlist | spotify playlist | requests are closed
FIRST LEG: ACROSS THE US
mister cute guy with the white jacket
that one time popstar yn surprised everyone by inviting her live bandâs bass guitarist with her on stage for a performance.
have you ever tried this one?
that time popstar!yn and bassist!yoongi had a very intense staring contest throughout the whole concert.
from your point of view
that time bassist!yoongi thinks popstar!yn is not that versatile when performing her songs. (alternative: that time bassist!yoongi made popstar!yn cryâ unintentionally!)
an awful good girl
 that time in december of their tour where popstar!yn sang while sitting on santaâs lap. (but whoâs santa anyway?)
cont.: santa, tell me
that time in december when popstar!yn and bassist!yoongi agreed to do something.
what do the lonely do at christmas
that time when popstar!yn found herself on bassist!yoongi's bed on a cold December morning.
THE LATE LATE SHOW TAKEOVER
that time in december where popstar!yn takes over the late, late show along with her band to celebrate her epâs release. (alternative plot: that time yn interviewed her bassist, yoongi live)
AFTERPARTY: quite an impression
 that time when the afterparty left quite an impression on the not-so-friendly relationship between the popstar and her bassist.
cont.: bad idea
that time where popstar finds herself in a strange situation with her bassist right after the afterparty.
SECOND LEG: ACROSS ASIA & AUSTRALIA
PICKUP THE PACE
that time when the tour resumes after a month-long holiday break and you and yoongi are not really talking.
anyone but you
that time on tour where the popstar would talk with everyone in the tour except her bassist, Yoongi. the one she cannot stop thinking about.
all i really want
that time where popstar is getting haunted at february.
a simple complication
that time on tour where the tables have turned and yoongi wonât even try to speak with popstar.
say goodnight and go
that time when everyone seemed to be doing something on valentineâs day and the popstar and her bassist have all the time with their single asses.
when did you get hot?
that time where popstar is showing her producer/bassist her new song and yoongi feels hot.
clock is tickin'
that time on tour where both popstar and yoongi keep on slipping.
THIRD LEG: EUROPEAN TOUR
run down my thighs
that time popstar performed tears for the first time.
the boy is mine
that time when rumors about bassist!yoongi went around that popstar!yn cannot really stop herself from addressing it.
wanna try out some freaky positions?
that time popstar!yn is on her tourâs day two in paris, and fans are wondering if sheâs finally doing the most requested position of all time. the one that may require her bassist (and rumored boyfriend), yoongi.
prompt: reader has been paired together with the office asshole daniel on a weekend business trip and they have been booked into a shared hotel room!
dedicated to my fav hugh girls, you know who you are <333
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âSurely this can be worked out,â I spoke into the phone in the hotel lobby, trying to not let the desperation shine through in my voice, and failing miserably. I had turned away from Daniel who was standing right on the outskirts of my personal space, but I still felt his incessant smirk everywhere.
It was bad enough having been paired together with Daniel for the out-of-town weekend business trip, somehow we had also been booked to stay in the same hotel room. And I knew he wasnât going to let me live down what weâd done at the office Christmas party a few weeks earlier.
Our boss shot me down and hung up within a few seconds and I was left alone again with Daniel.
âHmm,â he pondered as I turned around to find him leaning against the wall. âI do wonder what a girl like you wears to bed.â
He took a few steps back and, with a wink, turned around to head down the hallway. Despite my irritation I came up with a witty response.
âYou wouldnât know. Youâve never spent the night with a girl like me,â I called after him and felt proud for half a second.
âTonight shall be the first time then.â
I pondered if his stupid face was capable of any expression other than smirking and winking as he disappeared down the hallway towards our room. I stood boiling in my own frustration. I swore to myself I would resign the minute I got back to London, and then I reluctantly followed him down the hall.
*
âI have to change for the meeting.â
In ten minutesâ time we had an incredibly important meeting with incredibly important people, all middle aged men of course.
I stared at Daniel and took a deep breath as he opened his arms, gesturing for me to go ahead and change. I shot him a piercing contemptuous smile and ripped a dress from my bag quickly and headed for the bathroom.
âOh, come on!â he whined and sat down on his bed, torso curving and large hands pressing into the mattress beneath him.
âI wouldâve been nice and given you a show,â he added and began unbuttoning his shirt. I couldnât tell you why I lingered for half a second before closing the bathroom door, but the image of his firm chest and the top of his defined stomach burned in my mind as I rid my legs of my trousers. A flashback of my hands flush with his torso as I kneeled in front of him bulldozed through my mind. I had just about shook the image out of my tired head as I shoved the bathroom door open and was met with a new image. Daniel had changed trousers but conveniently enough not shirts and was parading around in his topless state. I tore my eyes away from that defined stomach once again, and those veins pouring from his forearms down onto the backs of his hands.
âOh, I love that approach!â he exclaimed when he looked up at me. I didnât look at him. âWearing a short, slutty dress to get what you want.â
The anger built again but I decided to not let myself get riled up and I took a few deep breaths, ignoring his comment.
âRight, which shirt do I go for?â
Daniel stepped up to me for no good reason, in my personal space again with that smirk. He held out a selection of button ups but I stared at his arms instead and the torso that they grew out of. His skin looked soft and warm and the broadness of his shoulders made my insides ache. And then the cloud of cologne hit me.
âThat one,â I decided without looking at which shirt I was pointing to. Then I fake coughed excessively and pressed my hand into his chest, shoving him away from me. His skin was indeed soft and warm, but I took a deep breath again to collect myself.
âDid you shower in cologne?!â
Daniel gave another one of his smirks and I gave another roll of the eyes.
*
Half of the meeting had passed and every few minutes I had had to swat Danielâs fingers away from the outside of my thigh. I couldnât remember a single thing of value heâd said, whilst Iâd had to do all the heavy work.
I could see his smirk in the corner of my eye as he grabbed the top of my thigh suddenly, and I just as suddenly squeezed his hand back, praying he hadnât heard the faint whimper in my sharp exhale.
âExcuse me! So sorry,â I interrupted the meeting and everyoneâs eyes fell on me, including Danielâs dark gaze. âWould it be possible to take five minutes? I really would like to regroup a bit with my associate,â I explained and I patted his shoulder hard as I still had a firm grip around the back of his hand.
In near silence I shoved him out of the conference room and kept shoving until we were in the next room, doors closed.
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â I half yelled.
âYou. You in that dress.â
âWell, my problem is you squeezing my thigh and not saying a fucking word in there! I sure as hell am not going to lose my job because we canât close this deal, all because youâd rather sit and stare down my dress and drool. And I know youâre very intelligent and very good at your job, so what the fuck?!â
My stakes were higher than his. I knew he wasnât going to be let go all because of some unsuccessful business trip. He had everyone in the office in the palm of his hand and was probably on his steady way to becoming CEO. I, however, was fairly average and definitely a replaceable pawn.
âOkay,â Daniel said after a couple beats. He marched past me and scooped me up on the way, pulling me with him back into the conference room. He had his sharp eyes and tongue back now.
âNow, gentlemen, where were we?â he flirted platonically and slid back down in his seat.
*
âThat was pretty incredible,â I laughed quietly as we came back to our room. I kicked my heels to the side and watched him loosen his tie as he spun around with a victorious smile. He had been incredible, cracking charming jokes and negotiating his way to a won deal within minutes.
âYouâre welcome,â he shrugged with a smirk and I rolled my eyes. We were finally on the same wavelength and happy with the meeting, but he was still his same old self.
âI did all the hard work! You just swooped in with your stupid smile and pretty blue eyes,â I muttered and sat down on the edge of my bed. Daniel had squatted down by the mini bar but he froze for a moment and looked at me, smug as ever.
âThank you,â he replied to the compliment I had accidentally let slip. I didnât know what to say, and he let me sit in my discomfort for a few seconds.
âWeâre celebrating,â he then declared and threw an ice cold beer at me.
âActually I think your little dress did all the hard work.â
His hand danced along the hem of it as he sat down next to me. I was watching his hand again and the veins that adorned it, almost remembering why I had been so attracted to him at the Christmas party.
âYour shirt certainly wasnât helping. God, itâs ugly,â I laughed and a jokingly offended expression came upon his face. I looked down at his mismatched outfit.
âYou chose it!â
âI wasnât really looking.â
There wasnât much of a tone in my voice, but Daniel understood instantly. He was very sharp and bright.
âYou were far too busy looking at my body, I see,â he nodded smugly and leant back, supporting himself on his arm. He took a swig of the beer and licked his top lip quickly. I questioned why my lower stomach was fizzling with what I could only read as arousal.
âI really donât know why youâre fighting this. We work. We know we do.â
âI was very drunk!â I snapped but it didnât harm Danielâs sly smirk or massive ego one bit.
âSo, drink up,â he purred and pointed at my beer.
*
I did indeed drink up and I was now close to finishing my third beer.
âI would never let them fire you, Y/L/N,â Daniel said, referring to my earlier outburst in the middle of the meeting.
âYouâre a gem.â
âLet me guess, because I suck cock really well?â
My inhibitions were out the window. He was also looking better and better by the minute, with his half unbuttoned shirt and waves of hair spilling out beside and across his forehead.
âWell, a lot of the girls in the office do,â he shrugged and I rolled my eyes and looked away.
âBut,â he added. âYouâre definitely the best.â
âIn the office?â
âAnywhere.â
I stared back at him.
âIâm the best youâve ever had, am I?â I scoffed.
âIâd say so,â he said and appeared about as sincere as Daniel Cleaver could be. âGranted, you did only suck me off, so I canât really say.â
âHow sad we will never know then.â
âWonât we?â he asked. His eyes appeared to darken a shade and I found it hard to look away, and equally hard to ignore the growing arousal inside me. I was reminded of the groans and breaths my drunken ears had picked up from the christmas party and stored safely in my mind. It was getting more and more difficult to remember why I was repulsed by him.
âI know youâre aching to sleep with me, Y/L/N, thereâs no need to fight it.â
Daniel was caressing my cheek warningly now. I allowed his hand to fall to wrap softly around my neck and pull me in, and I continued to allow his behaviour as he kissed me and then laid me down, leading me by the neck.
âTell me you want me.â
âYouâre on thin ice,â I mumbled but my hands were in his messy hair as he kissed down my sternum, getting closer and closer to the low cut of my dress. He laughed into my skin and shot a glance up at me.
âYouâll beg soon enough. Iâm not in a hurry.â
His words, accompanied by his two hands cupping my breasts firmly, sent a shudder through my body but I refused to moan. His right hand snaked up inside my dress and his middle finger swiped across my damp underwear, causing him to smirk and me to blush.
âAlready so wet for me, huh,â he whispered into my chest and I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning as his skilled fingers rubbed slow circles around my clit.
âNow tell me you want me inside you,â he tried his luck again and darted his eyes back up to mine and I kept quiet still. Anger came across his eyes and his free hand attached to my neck much harsher now, caging me down against the bed and squeezing his fingertips hard against my pumping veins.
âTell me you want me inside you,â Daniel growled, pressing his nose into my cheek.
âI want you inside me,â I finally gave in with a tortured moan. And I was telling the truth. I could feel his hard on against my thigh and I was dying to feel him thrust as deep as he could go into me.
âThatâs a good girl,â he chuckled and smirked.
He removed his hand from my throbbing clit and I whimpered sadly at the lack of contact, but watching him unbuckle his belt and tear his trousers open was quite exhilarating. Within seconds he had my dress hiked up to just above my hips, his trousers mid-thigh and my underwear pulled to the side. Without much warning he pushed inside me and I gasped and settled in a loud moan.
âPretty girl,â he muttered condescendingly and caressed my cheek, his long strands of hair falling across his hot face and his pink lips parted as he breathed heavily. Some of my rage returned as he looked down at, and on, me. I instantly shoved my hands into his chest and flipped us over to the outer edge of my bed, quickly sinking down on his cock and pinning his biceps to his side. He laughed at me with a crooked smirk and looked up at me, impressed.
âI hate you,â I informed him with a moan as I rocked my hips hard against his.
âI love you,â he teased with a big grin and combed his fingers through my hair and then continued down to my chest, tearing my dress down to expose my breasts to him. He sat up, easily tearing his arms away from my petty grip, and he caught my nipple between his teeth. I half groaned in frustration, half moaned in pleasure. Then he flipped us back over and pounded into me hard again, earning a yelp from me as I clambered onto his broad shoulders.
âYou love my cock,â he growled into my ear, his hair tickling my face.
âI never said I didnât,â I breathed and went to flip us over again, wanting to reclaim some of the power held over me, but instead he flipped me over and planted his hot palms into my back. He nearly laid his heaving chest against my shoulder blades as his mouth was back at my ears again, sighing harsh curses into it.
âYou feel so fucking good.â
Daniel caught my earlobe between his biting teeth and chuckled darkly at my squeal. His hands had come to hold down my arms again, crossed at my back this time.
âYouâre close, huh, my pretty girl?â he asked in that same slightly degrading tone and picked up the pace of his hard thrusts. âI can feel it.â
âYes,â I whispered half reluctantly. I didnât want to admit that sexist asshole Daniel Cleaver was making me feel this good and was about to give me possibly the best orgasm Iâd ever had. But I didnât have much choice but to accept it. Suddenly it ran through me and I held my breath and couldnât stop my legs from shaking between his.
âThatâs it, darling,â he panted and groaned into my hair. I could practically feel the toxins of his smug smirk drip down the side of my head.
As I came down from my high I suspected he was approaching his, his moans getting louder and more desperate. He kept up the deep and hard thrusts and I whimpered at the slowly growing ache of him pounding into me.
âAre you sore, my love?â Daniel cooed in a belittling tone and I squeezed my eyes shut with a little nod, squirming under him. He hummed in a low voice and petted my hair out of my face. Then he pulled out of me and a few deep moans fell from his lips onto my lower back along with his cum.
âFuck, Y/L/N!â
He collapsed next to me, hot breath fanning my pink cheeks.
âYouâre definitely my best,â he decided with his white grin staring at me again. I laughed shortly and went to pull down the zipper on the side of my sticky dress, beginning to wriggle out of it.
âYou might have made it to my top five,â I teased. I sat up with an attitude but the facade quickly fell as I whimpered faintly and grimaced at how sore he had made me.
âSure, top five,â he scoffed and chuckled at my spent body. He hooked his strong arm around my stomach and pulled me back closer to the headboard. He placed a few kisses around my right hip bone and mumbled into my skin.
âWeâll see if you can walk after this weekend.â
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