Tender Love
Summary: As Yoongi returns home from an exhaustingly long day at the studio, he carries with him all the stress and fatigue of tomorrow. But he remembers that at least he’s in the comfort of the one he loves to the ends of the Earth.
Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Trigger warnings: pwp essentially, possessiveness, markings, unprotected sex.
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It’s late at night when Yoongi stumbles into the shared apartment for the two of you, the familiar jingle of keys and turn of the doorknob signaling his arrival. His footsteps pad against the entrance where he slips off his sneakers in a haste, practically throwing them aside as he walks down the long hallway and into the bathroom to wash his face.
As he splashes more and more cold water, his fringe sticks to his forehead, and his eyes move up to stare at his reflection in the mirror despite being in the dark. He pats a towel against his face with his eyes travelling to the dimly lit light coming from the shared bedroom. You glance up from your phone as he enters the room, your eyes instantly meeting one another. After all, you had been waiting for him for a while now.
Yoongi was your moon, not as bright as the sun, but his eyes always had a particular glow in them. He kept you balanced, like the pull of the high and low tide. But recently, the dark bags under his eyes had grown, his shoulders slumped even more, and his back hunched over. Normally, you would’ve asked how his day was, but it was almost like you could sense that he didn’t want to talk about it.
Instead, you opened your arms, instantly finding Yoongi collapsing in them. You rub circles on his back as his embrace tightens, his head resting on your shoulder. When you look over, his eyes are like dusk, dark, but twinkling with the twilight. They stare intently back at you as your thumb finds the bottom of his chin, pecking a soft kiss on his lips.
You don’t ask anything and Yoongi doesn’t ask you to say anything. After a minute of comfortable silence, Yoongi cups your cheeks, bringing you in for a kiss, one that signals his arrival, that he’s back home with you. It makes you laugh because it’s so him. It’s not romantic in the slightest as he almost fumbles and tries to hide the fact that he just realized.
But regardless, it’s one that’s warm and fluffy, that makes you remember that all other words are unnecessary. He doesn’t need to be a prince or some sort of a perfectionist in front of you. There’s nothing that could describe how he makes you feel, how “boyfriend” and “lover” seem like inadequate labels, how the sentence “I love you” fails to truly encapsulate this feeling you share for one another.
“Yoongi.” You whisper, brushing his bangs to the side to take a glimpse at his eyes.
He hums, leaning in for another kiss and bringing you down on the soft sheets. His fingers find yours, gently intertwining together. With his eyes closed, he can still remember how anxious you made him, how being in a relationship with another person made him nervous. That was when he first mustered all the courage he had to put his trust and faith in you. And for some reason, whenever he looked at you, his heart fluttered because he felt so very lucky to see you still beside him every day.
The baggy jacket he had worn this morning had slipped off his shoulders, falling to the floor. One of his hands was still cupping your cheek, the other on your waist. His eyes never left yours as he somewhat hovered above you.
“I’m not going to disappear. You don’t need to stare at me so intently.” You tease, enjoying the way the tips of his ears reddened and how his cheeks flushed. He becomes flustered whenever someone calls him out on his staring, though he rarely does it intentionally. He can’t help himself. Yoongi tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, leaning in for another kiss and you chuckle and kiss him back.
If it was anything, you were the one who was more scared. What if one day he disappeared from your life? Left you stranded with your heart in broken pieces? You weren’t anyone important and yet, Yoongi would always gaze at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And when his mind would wander and drift on the thought of if he lost you, he would grow afraid. Afraid to lose someone that he trusted with more than his life. And you understand what that must feel all too well.
“Can I?” He asks bashfully.
“Of course.” You reply, your arms wrapping around his neck as he presses a deep kiss against your lips. As you part your lips, you feel Yoongi’s tongue swipe against your bottom lip, kissing you like it was his last time. You feel a tug on your shorts and lift your hips, feeling the fabric slide off and then thrown off to the side.
All Yoongi feels like he can do is kiss you, know that you’re there. So that if you were to someday walk out of his life, he would never be able to forget the taste of your lips. Clothes are thrown off to the side haphazardly as Yoongi captures your lips once again, his fingers tracing down your skin and descending downward.
A finger enters. And then another. You begin to grow hot as the slippery sounds echo in the bedroom, feeling Yoongi stretch every corner inside you. The pleasurable feeling soon grows to not be enough.
Whether it be you or Yoongi, you aren’t sure. But even when his fingers were always enough in the beginning, your patience is running thin. You want more. Yoongi halts for a second, sensing something is off since the last time the two of you’ve done this.
“Y/n? Are you alright?” He asks in a quiet whisper, almost scared like he had done something wrong.
“I’m perfectly okay. I just… Can we speed things up?” You ask, jumping when Yoongi immediately complies with your demands with another finger.
“I meant…” You breathe out shakily, staring doe-eyed up at him. “M-more…than...” You can’t even finish your sentence as your body succumbs to bits of pleasure. You expected Yoongi to agree to your request as he was one who was always weak whenever you gave him puppy eyes, but instead, he leans forward, with a small grin on his face.
“We both know you have to say please.” He says in that know-it-all voice of his.
Your face flushes and you almost want to tell him off because it’s all his fault for cutting you short, but you can’t. Not when he’s looking at you like that.
“P-please…Yoongi.” You murmur, adding his name for good measure.
Yoongi must’ve caught onto your impatience because even he fails to completely mask his surprise. He knows how much you love to play hard to get, flirting back as a way to deny his requests. His grin breaks into a full on playful smirk as your foreheads touch, with nowhere for you to turn.
“Please what…? Hmm?” Yoongi’s smirk has all the smugness in the world as he traps you underneath him, slipping his fingers out. He expectantly waits for your answer, knowing that he has you at checkmate.
Your pride is telling you to not give in, but you’re already so desperate and turned on that you can’t help your lips moving on their mouth.
“Please fuck me, Yoongi. Please… Hurry.”
You might’ve died if he asked you to repeat yourself, but louder that time, though granted that you spoke in a whisper. But thank some worldly god for Yoongi seemed to be affected by your impatience as well, throwing the rest of the clothes that remained, lining himself up and thrusting in.
The stretch burns and your eyes squeeze shut, but at the same time, it feels good. You feel full, like every single part of you belongs to him. You seem to call Yoongi’s name from reflex as he captures your lips in another kiss.
When you part, Yoongi gives you one of his glances, only for you to nod, to say that you’re fine.
“I’m glad then…” He murmurs close to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin and sending sparks down your spine.
Yoongi wastes no time, his bangs falling over his eyes again as he maneuvers your legs over his shoulders, getting a deeper angle. Every thrust is rough, his grip against your waist is tight, and the moans that fill up the room are plentiful. His lips find your neck and then shoulder, leaving a trail of marks that you’ll be sure to fuss over in the morning, but right now you don’t care.
Even though Yoongi is trying to keep an even rhythm, he falters, his hips buckling, revelling in just how good you feel. He resumes his pace while you lose yourself in numb pleasure. It’s like you’re forgetting to look up and ingrain exactly how Yoongi is looking at you.
“Y-yoongi…” You stutter. “S-stop for a sec.”
He halts, looking worriedly until everything somehow flips and he finds himself underneath you, a sly smile on your lips as you gaze down on him. You straddle him, situating in his lap, and his hands hold onto your hips. You grasp at his wrists, shaking your head as he grunts in annoyance. You start slow, a stark contrast to his fast-paced style. It’s very slow. So unbearably slow for Yoongi that he feels like he’s going to lose control of himself and his line of reason will snap.
When you lessen your grip and no longer restrict him back, Yoongi picks up from the languid pace, thrusting up as you come down. Your hands move onto Yoongi’s chest for support as he takes full control, your body growing numb as you almost topple over. Yoongi begins to pant harshly, his thrusts getting sloppy, and his arms shaking. You can’t take your eyes off him as you see the sweat gleam from his fringe, sticking to his skin.
His gaze is loving and tender as he stares up at you like you’re a shining star in the night. His grip on your hips now fit snuggly, finding a perfect rhythm between the two of you. When he feels you tighten, he growls, your aroused expression turning him on even more. He smiles as he feels your leg tremble, your eyes tearing up. Whether it’s from surprise or relief, you don’t care anymore.
You want Yoongi to take every part of you, to make sure he knows you’ll always be his.
“Yoongi…” You pant, letting your head fall. He nods as you come, your body growing sensitive. You endure the sensitivity as Yoongi continues, giving a couple more thrusts until hotness spills inside you. It was always just as great as the first time.
Marks adorn your skin, proof of Yoongi’s possessiveness and pride. In every single possible way, Yoongi reminded you that nobody could love you like him. And of course, you couldn’t disagree.
The two of you stay still for a bit, catching your breaths as you cling onto him. You feel full, enjoying the sweet glow of aftersex. When you look up, Yoongi’s staring straight at you, then breaking into a chaste smile. Cum paints your inner thighs as you roll over with sweat dripping down your forehead and spine.
“I should wash up…” You begin, getting up until Yoongi pulls you back down, trapping you in his arms.
“Yoongi…” You complain as he refuses to let go. “I’m all dirty, y’know.”
“I’m the one that got you dirty, it’s fine.” He insists, ending the conversation as you sigh and give in, melting into his embrace.
The room again fills with silence until you feel your leg begin to cramp and arms ache.
“Fuck… I’m seriously thinking albums are going to be your cause of death. Or maybe mine.” You try to joke, only to groan. You push and rub against a spot you know will form a bruise tomorrow, groaning again.
Yoongi chuckles and ruffles your disheveled hair, pressing a hot kiss on your lips.
“I don’t mind.” He says playfully as you roll your eyes. “Our fitness trainer said I should get a bit more exercise since I’ve been cooped up in the studio.”
“Oh, stop it.” You laugh. “You’d make me take a week off from work.”
“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow. “Is that an offer or…” He leaves his sentence open-ended as you chuckle again, the room falling quiet.
“Y/n…” Yoongi starts, meeting your eyes as you look over. His eyes remain stoic as he licks his lips, his mouth opening, but with no words coming out. He just stares and you smile, because it’s so him.
I love you. I love you so much. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt-
“I know, Yoongi.”
He pauses for a moment, blinking several times as he breaks into a gummy smile, his eyes closed as his hand is on the back of his head. You curl up to his side, feeling a blanket thrown overtop the both of you.
Those two words give him comfort. Because it’s in those two words that carry all the honesty you could ever offer. And to him, that’s more than enough.
