yoongi with an impregnation kink. that’s it, that’s the ask.
so ummm a bit of husband yoongi anyone ???
“Why didn’t you wake me?” you mumbled as you walked into the kitchen, sleepily rubbing at your eyes and blindly walking over to him. the smell was delicious and it was enough to awake your senses enough to lean up and kiss the back of his neck before leaning against the counter right next to him. he smiled down at you and leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead.
“What’s wrong with me making dinner for a change? Do you not like my cooking now?” he teases.
“I love your cooking but you just got home from work and—“
“And it’s fine. Now go rest your pretty ass over there because i’m almost done.”
you giggle and obey, your bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. you sit yourself by the table and take this moment to watch him in all his glory. your man. your husband. with his sleeves rolled up and his shirt halfway unbuttoned, his tie strewn over the back of your chair. but most importantly, god those dresspants he was wearing made his ass look delicious.
you had dinner and small talk, and as soon as you were both done with your plates, you sprang up from your seat to take them to the sink before making your way over to him before he could get up as well. with a swing of your leg, you were straddling him, the long shirt you were wearing riding up and showing him that, indeed, you weren’t wearing panties.
he hummed and placed his hands on your bare thighs while you draped your arms across his shoulders, admiring his face.
“Miss me today, baby?” he murmurs. his hands slid up without hesitation and you were surprised to feel his fingers gently running across your folds. that was fast.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Was thinking about last night…”
“Didn’t get enough? You still want my cock?” his fingers were still barely grazing you and yet you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your teeth biting at the inside of your cheek. “I fucked my cum into you so many times— how many times was it again?”
“I—I don’t know,” you breathed out when he grazed his nose against your cheek, your fingers now digging into the white material of his dress shirt.
“Hmm, I lost count too, baby,” he hummed. his hand suddenly cupped you harshly and he ground his palm into your clit. your jerked in his hold as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you still, continuing the movement of his hand against you and you knew his hand was most definitely soaked right now.
you mentally patted yourself on the back for clearing the table because in the blink of an eye you were being pinned against the wooden table while the sound of yoongi’s buckle hitting the floor resonates in your ears. he’s pushing his pants down and they’re dropping to his ankles, and he loves the fact that his wife is spreading her legs so willingly with absolutely no barrier to hold him back from fucking into her immediately.
you’re gasping out his name repeatedly as his hips begin knocking into yours, your body heat rapidly rising and your skin building up a sweat. your mouth is open and your eyes are fighting to stay open but you keep watching him, face blissed out as his hips build up the pace.
both your shirts are still on but somehow it makes this even hotter, so when he rips the buttons of his shirt off and tries to slip it off, you stop him with a hand on his wrist, smirking up at him as you tell him that it looks hot, but you’re thankful that he unbuttoned it because now you can ran your fingers down his sweaty torso and enjoy the view of it moving on top of you.
he’s quick to rough you up, his hands beginning to tug on your hair and his cock drilling into you deep and fast as he begins to pant out the filth that always has you mewling in pleasure and gushing around his cock.
“You want my cum, huh baby? Last night wasn’t enough for you greedy cunt huh?” he pants. you nod your head, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Want me to fuck another load into you and knock you up? Fuck yeah, I’m gonna do that.”
“Nngh—“ you choke out. your legs wrap around his waist and he leans down slightly, his torso hovering right on top of yours. “Fuck yes. I want your cum. Oh Yoongiii.” his name is drawn out on the last one.
“Gonna put a baby in you,” he grunts shakily because of his harsh movements. “Right here.” he stresses his word with a thrust that has you sliding up the table an inch or two but that only causes you to wrap your legs around him tighter and you wrap your arm around his torso, one of your hands going down to squeeze his ass that you were checking out not long ago.
he cums inside you and it’s so much, coming in thick long spurts that fill you to the brim with warmth, your back arching against the table and your body writhing beneath him as he holds you still so you can take his load like a good girl. he’s panting praises as he slowly fucks his cum into you, telling you that he can’t wait to get you pregnant, have you swollen with his baby. your body’s completely limp beneath him, cum dripping out of your pussy as he pulls up his pants and buttons them back up before he picks you up and takes you to a warm shower.
Warnings: nsfw content! BigDick!Yoongi (yes he has a knot), Vaginal sex, Unprotected sex, Breeding kink (talk of getting pregnant/pregnancy), talk of fingering and pussy eating,
Notes: ahahahahahahahahahahahahah thanks for requesting 🧶 anon lmao
“Feel good baby?” You nod, already feeling a bit delirious with how long you’ve been at it. Yoongi took his time with you, eating you out leisurely before fingering you opening and eventually guiding his dick into you. The two of you had went out on a diner date and he could barely keep his eyes off of you. You weren’t too surprised when he dragged you home early, tossing you onto the bed for some fun. It was different though tonight. You had decided last minute that you wanted to try things without a condom, you wanted to be fucked without a barrier between the two of you and he readily agreed.
“Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you raw…” It’s true, you’ve always insisted on wearing protection but… You’re on birth control so it can’t hurt… Even if he gets a little crazy at the idea of cumming inside of you. Plus, the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you completely bare, well, it feels so amazing, especially with how he expertly guides hid dick into you, hitting your g-spot with almost every thrust. He’s got his eyes on yours, watching every reaction as his long black bangs fall into his eyes, sweat dripping down his face. He looks so fucking hot…
“Ah, Yoongi! Feels so good, such a big dick fuuuuuck.” You’ve always loved how huge (likely due to the fact he’s a wolf) he is and how he always stretches you to your limits. You love it though; the slow stretch of your pussy and he gradually slides into your waiting body, the light burn of it turning you on even more. It’s the same almost, but it feels more intimate, every ridge of his cock catching against your opening, and he slides in and out.
“Fuuuuuck, I’m gonna fuck all my cum into your pretty cunt if you’ll let me beautiful.” You clench around him, insanely turned on at the thought of him blowing his load inside of your sensitive pussy. It’s something you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing before, but it sounds so fucking good now that you think about it. On top of that, the thought of his cum dripping out of your body and all over your thighs… Yoon smirks down at you, lips nearly touching yours as he speaks. He looks ravenous, like a wolf ready to eat it’s pretty.
“Yeah? Want me to cum inside of you hm? Want me to cum in your wet little cunt? Get you pregnant with all my cum?” Letting out a groan, you clench yourself around him again and bring your hands up to your tits and start to play with your nipples, desperate for release. You want it so bad, want to feel him cum inside of you, thriving on the idea that he could possibly get you pregnant with his baby. You’ve never through about it before, never thought about how into it you might be, but you want it now so god damn bad now.
“Oh, my pretty baby likes the sound of that huh? Want me to make you round with my baby? Spread yourself out for me, going to fuck you so deep you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant.” You spread your legs as far as they’ll go and Yoongi quickens up his pace, hips hitting yours quickly as he drives his dick into your opening, slapping sounds echoing off the walls. You bring your legs up over his body and warp them around his back, trying desperately to pull him deeper into you. It’s a lot, having him so close, feeling his breath puff against your face as he continues to piston into you. You lean in, desperate for a kiss, and he meets you, tongues rolling messily against each other as he tries to keep up his speed.
“Ah, fuck, come on baby. Cum with me, want you to suck up all my cum so you can get nice and bred. Take my knot like a good girl…” Yoongi brings a hand down to your clit, rubbing quick circles into it to make you cum faster. You squeal at the feeling, allowing your body to let go, orgasm crashing over you suddenly at all the stimulation you’re getting. Yoon falters on top of you, body laying flush against yours as he thrusts forward one more time, cock nearly kissing your cervix as he cums. You moan quietly at the feeling of his dick getting bigger, both the twitching of his cock and the spurts of his cum hitting your sensitive walls making you twitch.
“You good doll? Feelin’ good?” He asks after a while, both of you quietly panting. You nod tiredly, unable to open your eyes as he pulls himself from your body, finally being able to after waiting for his knot to go down. You clench a little, pleased to feel his cum start to pour out from your reddening pussy. Yoongi sits back and stares, hand going to either side of your legs to hold them open. Letting out a quiet groan, he stands from the bed to likely go get a towel or two.
“I think this is something we’ll have to try again pretty girl. My wolf has got a taste of you and isn’t willing to let that go.”
jimin's eyes had two moods; one moment they are big, round, and full of spirit, but he can change that into the most daunting and sinful look with just the right amount of attitude. and right now, he was showing the latter.
you did absolutely nothing wrong, and he understands that. he just didn't like the fact that your coworker dared to talk about you and your boyfriend's sex life.
"i don't want you speaking to him ever again." jimin spits, running his hand through his thick hair as he sits down on your seat. your office was a mess, with unnecessary clutters and unarranged papers all over the place that perfectly defines the atmosphere of the room.
"that's out of my control," you respond as calmly as you can, your hands on your hips as you gawk at him across the wooden desk. "just let him be."
jimin's jaw drop in astonishment from the words you used. "let him be?" he repeats, quirking his eyebrow which was then followed by a scowl, "you want me to solely let him believe that i'm a pussy in bed who can't make you cum?"
"i—no! he doesn't have to know."
jimin abruptly stands and strides around the table to where you are. he traps you with his arms, resting his hands on the table. jimin presses his weight against you, "no, no, baby. i think he needs to hear how wrong he is."
your eyes expand in anticipation, tiny bumps show up on the surface of your skin as he firmly holds your waist. his fingers slowly dance to the hem of your pencil skirt, itching to pull it up. "he needs to hear your hot, pretty moans and let him know how good i'm making you feel as i fuck you on the table."
"baby, the walls are thin," you stutter as his full lips attach to your neck, giving you wet and scattered kisses fervently. you whine as his hand sneaks in front of you, shoving it down your skirt. you were quickly turned on from how determined he was to take you then and there, being aroused from his roughness.
"much better," he groans, pressing his fingers onto your clothed clit while your ass starts to grind, "his office is right beside yours. i'd bet his dick would get hard just from hearing you scream my name." he takes his hand out just to put his fingers in your mouth, ordering you to lubricate them with your spit. at that moment, your legs shake once he was in direct contact with your throbbing clit. jimin starts to rub quick yet solid circles on your bud, making you bite down on your lip to shut yourself up. he didn't like that, of course, so he proceeded to lift your skirt up, bend you over the desk, and finger your pussy from behind with your panties pushed to the side.
you were tight, being so preoccupied with work that you didn't have much time to spend with jimin. and he, on the other hand, was throwing out all the pent-up frustration he had over the past few days on you. "moan all the fuck you want, baby girl," jimin chuckles, "i know you want to. you've been craving to feel something inside that pussy for so long, and you wanna stay quiet?" he delivers a hard, firm spank on your right ass cheek, "let that bitch know who's making you feel good."
"j-jimin," you finally release, hands trying to find a place to grab onto. "fuck my pussy. please fuck me."
jimin's cock twitches at your sudden needy, whimpery voice as you begged. he swiftly unbuttons his pants, pulling his cock out from the restraints of his boxers; he didn't even make an effort to push his pants down.
"i hope you locked your door, y/n," he says before inserting the tip of his cock inside your wet, throbbing hole. you couldn't hold back your squeals for how his girth was stretching your pussy. it has been too long, too fucking long and now it feels like the first time that he'd fuck you.
his cock was immediately coated with your juices in one stroke.
you hoped to fucking god that you locked your door from the way he was making you feel good. his thrusts were deep and hard, making his balls slap against your pussy with each forward buck. jimiin holds your waist and uses forces your hips to move backward to meet his thrusts. he, too, is not afraid to be vocal and allow his moans to be heard.
"do you want me to fill you up?" jimin asks with an airy tone, "hm, baby? let me breed your wet cunt with my cum?"
"yes! yes!" you cry, "please breed my pussy."
you feel his cock throb inside of you. jimin grunts from the mere thought of spilling his cum deep inside you for the first time in a long time, "yeah, you do? then scream my name, baby. tell them who fucks you this good."
and you do so without hesitancy. with each hard and rough pound of his cock, his name automatically falls off of your lips. "fuuuuck, your pussy is made to take my cum, baby. you're gonna walk out of t-this office and look him in the eyes while you have my cum all up inside of you—mmh shit, y-you got that?" jimin declares though having trouble to properly formulate his words due to him already being close to orgasm.
jimin fucks you until he was sure that you'd have trouble walking for the next day until he brings you to the edge. you experience a leg-shaking orgasm, practically seeing stars. your cunt tightens around his cock so hard that it pushes him to his limit as well.
"baby," jimin groans, "i'm gonna cum inside you, baby girl. gonna breed – oh fuck yeah – i'm gonna breed your pussy so good." jimin calls out your name before he eventually fills you up with long, hot streams of cum. he holds your body close to him as you both try to catch your breath. "take it all, sweetheart. i'm going to clean you up with my cum once you get home, alright? so you better keep my cum inside you as long as you fucking can."
⤷ summary. staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.
pairing. fuckboy!min yoongi x nerdy!reader
genre. smut (18+), angst, fluff(?), fuckboy au, college au, unrequited love au.
warnings. smut [redacted 👁️], ANGST !! fückboi!yoongi, friends (more like aquaintences?) with benefits, major angst, there’s some fluff, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, dom/sub themes, unrequited love, yoongi is hot in this but he’s a bit of an asshole, reader is sassy as fùck, but she loves him :(, basketball capitain!yoongi, yoongi is a hot, cocky bastard, so many feelings, a lot of explicit language (cursing, sêxual talk, etc) + many more when the fic drops.
est word count. 20k—35k 💌 (it may be much more if i’m being honest......it’s yoongi we’re talking about here) ; word count for the teaser is 2.9k (sorry it’s so long omg)
est release date. mid august / beggining of september. it depends on how long the fic gets 🥴
note. okay so this was based on a request for my milestone game, and it got turned into a whole fic because my imagination is a very wild place, and i don’t regret a single thing about this. fuckboy au is honestly one of my weak spots, and ik it’s cliche or whatever but we love cliches in this house!!! i’m honestly packed with series i need to update but fuck, i honestly had to do this. i need to do let it out for the sake of my sanity. and y’all know i’m a sucker for that good angst, so prepare to cry a bit 🔪 and thank you for my lovely dia @playboyjjks for beta’ing this fic and screaming w me for this yoongi, i love u so much🥺💗
» please don’t flag this post. if u don’t like it, just scroll. don’t be petty and flag creator’s posts, if u do that, ur not fücking cool 👎
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You probably should have gone to the party that your best friend told you about.
But you were too emotionally drained from all the studying, and the last thing you needed was a social gathering you knew would only suck you out of your energy even more.
You’ve been so exhausted lately—your lectures have turned difficult, and your time has lately been consumed by either studying or your classes.
And so, you’re alone on a Friday night inside your shared apartment, watching some trashy romance TV while eating microwave popcorn and wearing your Spongebob Squarepants knee-socks.
And imagine your surprise once you hear the doorbell ring when you’re not expecting anyone tonight—your best friend and Taehyung are both at that damn frat party, you didn’t order takeout just yet.
You reluctantly open the door, silently hoping no serial killer would be on the other side, but no, it’s even worse.
“Yoongi?” You ask, almost gasping, but you’re too tired for your body to show any signs of strong emotions when meeting the man you secretly longed to see.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, and you’re almost sure you pick up something of concern in his smooth voice, but you know it’s only your hallucination. You know for a fact that Yoongi doesn’t care for his hookups, or in other words, you.
You first met him during a party, and you were enamoured by his captivating brown eyes the minute they met yours.
You had heard about him before. The notorious fuckboy slash basketball capitan that caught many hearts in his hands and squeezed them to death.
You promised yourself you would never acquaint yourself with him. The stories you heard, make him out to be the worst monster of them all inside your head, with ugly green eyes that were ready to eat anyone who had a pussy.
And who ate women’s hearts until there was nothing red left.
But who knew such a monster could be so incredibly beautiful in ways you had never dreamed of?
But maybe that’s why he was such a nightmare; why he had such ease in luring prey into his deadly trap.
You got tipsy from the beers that were passed around to your hands by your best friend, and you went from making many eye contact with a certain basketball player to him fucking you hard on the back of his car, while your friend, Yuri, explored the whole house in search for the black-haired boy you were under.
At the time, you didn’t understand how his eyes fell on you instead of on your best friend, who was much prettier than you and looked at him through the rose-coloured glasses you would only months later understand.
However, now get why his eyes fell on you.
You had a ‘good girl’ image and anyone that laid their eyes on you could sense a sort of naiveness that Yoongi craved.
He lived for it.
And you were just another one of his prey. A piece of meat he would then soon discard after he sucked every last bit of the blood inside your system.
You swore to yourself you would be like them. That you wouldn’t fall for his deadly charm like other girls did. You thought yourself to be different from them, until a few months later, when you were grabbing some take-out after a heavy secret make-out session in his car.
When he flashed you his beautiful gummy smile. Your world stopped and everything came crashing down when you realised you were in love with the devil, that is Min Yoongi, and he caught your heart with his deadly hands just like other girls.
Knowing you are in love with another human is supposed to be euphoric, the poets say.
The sonnets describe how swelled up in sheer giddiness you must be from experiencing such a powerful, deep emotion for your significant other.
And you knew you were doomed because when you realised your heart only beats for Yoongi, it only made you hurt in ways that left you crying for days. So much so, that time became nonexistent and days bled into another as you grieved for the loss of your own heart that you stupidly let him take away from you.
You weren’t different from the other ones—you weren’t the one special enough to change Min Yoongi’s heart. To make him love you.
And you only push the dagger an inch more into your bleeding heart every time you continue to sleep with him, knowing you will never get his heart to heal you in ways you so desire.
No one knows of your affair, and you were the one who wanted to keep it that way. If anybody knew, you would be cast away in other people’s as nothing more than another one of Yoongi’s many hookups, and even worse, if your best friend found out she would have your head.
Yuri was always a jealous woman—the men she hooked up with, which was a very good amount, she got angry with the woman they would kiss a week later, and would always make their lives a living hell in the most subtle of ways.
And the ones whom Min Yoongi hooked up with were the ones that had it the worst.
“What are you doing here, Yoongi?” You put your mouth before your lips, yawning while talking, eyes blood-red from the exhaustion you feel.
Your sleepy eyes follow his frame up and down, and you can see he isn’t in his usual ‘asshole’ attire, as you would joke with Yuri—instead, he wears grey sweats and a simple, plain white tee shirt. You could even mistake him for a good guy if you didn’t already know the malicious intentions behind the fiery brown eyes you’ve regretfully grown to find beautiful.
But what catches your attention is the jewellery that stayed intact—two thin silver chains around his neck (he usually wears more extravagant ones), bracelets on his pulse, and his signature rings on his fingers.
If you hadn’t looked down to rapidly inspect his veiny, ring-filled fingers, you wouldn't be able to find one specific piece of jewellery that makes your lungs almost break and your breath to be taken away.
It’s the ring you gave him for his birthday a few months ago.
Yoongi opens his mouth to answer you, but you cut his off, rubbing your sleepy eyes while trying to keep your mouth from yawning once again, “If you came here for sex, I really can’t do it tonight; I’m busy—”
“Studying?” Yoongi raises his eyebrows, and you sigh, nodding your head while groaning, “Well, you always say that, and next thing you’re begging me to make you cum.”
You cringe at his lewd words, “What the fuck, can you not say things like these? Pervert.” You roll your eyes, and Yoongi laughs, throwing the smile that never fails to make your stomach turn and your heart flutter in ways you only experience with him.
“And no, I’m not studying this time. I’m just watching some tv before going to sleep.” You grumble, and Yoongi fake gasps, dramatically opening his mouth to drag out the gasp more than it needs to, and you playfully roll your eyes.
“Oh, is Miss goody-two-shoes actually having time for herself, hm?” Yoongi teases, a small smile tugging on his lips, and you try to fight the butterflies that flap in your stomach with a small scoff.
You shouldn’t be feeling this. You know Yoongi only sees you as another one of his hook-ups, one he doesn’t care for, only if you have what he needs when he needs it.
Your brain knows that, but your heart chooses to ignore it when it hopelessly flutters for him every time he kisses you as if you were his, and sinks to your stomach every time he leaves you that same night.
You’ve made many mistakes in your life, but falling for Min Yoongi must be the worst of them all.
Your everything sings for him, for the three words out of his lips, but his heart would never hear your melodies as you wish so much. And every day that passes a piece of you is taken away, a reminder of your fatal mistake that is loving a man that only sees you as meat and is blind for your soul that calls for his.
You should have never let your heart become such an open book, filled with unspoken words of affection for him, a man who never had the desire to open you, to read you in ways you so ached for.
And you still lie here, sinking in a sea of hurt, choking on your blood every time you accept Yoongi into your heart for the sake of having him beside you, for having the pleasure of touching him. Even if the fog of lust blinds his eyes and you can only wish for him to see you as clearly as you see him.
“I’m just too tired to study.” You yawn, and Yoongi leans in, barging inside your territory and into the uncharted waters of your hopeless heart—even if he doesn’t know it.
“Y’know what would make you relax?” One of his brows goes up, and he bites his pink lips, lust fogging his eyes in the way you already know. He’s the diesel that ignites an unwanted fire in your heart, and he’s the only hazard that can make you hot with desire in mere seconds.
You put your index finger on his chest and push him away from you, and he only chuckles, amused by your response. “Nope. Not today, Min.”
“Alright.” Yoongi pouts slightly, putting his hands in his pockets—how can this man be so hot yet cute? He’s messing with your head, and you don’t like it one bit. “Can I at least come in to watch some Netflix? Or whatever you were watching.”
“Why the hell should I let you in?” You raise one eyebrow, challenging him, and Yoongi hums.
“Good question. Well, I’m fucking bored. I have nothing to do tonight.”
“That’s bullshit.” You scoff, and Yoongi furrows his eyebrows, “There’s a party at one of your friend’s frat parties. You could easily just go there.”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“The fuck? What happened to you?” You snort, and Yoongi sighs.
Yoongi was always at a party on or off campus. It was where he sought his next prey, one that looked innocent enough to fall for his charms. And, unfortunately, you were one of them.
“I told you, I’m not in the mood, doll.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I just wanna watch something to cure my boredom, and I saw you were online. But if you want me to go, I will.”
“And the first thought was to come here and annoy me?” You click your tongue, and when Yoongi playfully pouts again, your heart gives out like the weak woman you are. “Fine, okay. But no funny business, k?”
“Pinky promise.” Yoongi raises his pinky, and you scrunch your eyebrows, looking at his hand with uncertainty before you wrap your pinky around his.
“Alright, get in.”
It’s a mistake, you know it, the universe knows it—but your body can’t help but jump at any opportunity that opens where you have him for yourself. Where you’re alone with him, without the rest of the world yelling at you just how hurt you will be, just how wrong it is to have feelings Yoongi.
“Holy fuck. Are those Spongebob knee-socks?” Yoongi laughs, and heat covers your chest in embarrassment. Oh fuck—you forgot about those.
“They are very comfortable, okay? Shut up. You can go away if you’re just gonna annoy me like that.”
“Sorry, doll. They’re cute. Very you style.”
You pause at that, “Me style? What the hell does that mean?”
Yoongi shrugs, “They’re just very you. Dunno how to explain it.”
You give him a suspicious look before whispering a small ‘okay’, ignoring the butterflies that fly around the flowers that bloom inside your heart, and you can only hope they won’t be poison to your soul.
He follows you to the sofa after you lock your door, and once he sees what is on your TV, he can’t help but let out a little laugh.
“You’re watching the notebook?”
“Don’t you dare shame me. This movie is a fucking masterpiece.” You huff as you sit on the corner of the couch, and Yoongi chuckles, sitting on the other side, and you’re grateful for the distance between your bodies.
You wouldn’t even want to know how your night would end if he had sitten next to you.
“You got lucky. I literally just started watching it.”
The movie plays, and two hours go by like nothing as you engross yourself with the movie. You couldn’t help yourself to catch glimpses of Yoongi as you both watched the film, your eyes scanning every inch of his beautiful face, your heart screaming for his body to get closer to yours, for you to feel his warmth as if he were yours.
You were completely, utterly mesmerized by the beautiful features that adorn his face. His eyes, twin embers that completely take hold of your being, stop the breath of your lungs, and you can’t function.
You begin to wonder, entering the deadly waters that are to imagine—what would it be like if he were yours?
You yearn to speak, to unveil your heart and get rid of this burden that is carrying this love in silence. Yet your words falter, and you can’t seem to find your voice in his presence. How could you tell your heart beats for him when all he will do is slip through your hands when the words come out of your mouth?
You need more time with him until you have the courage to let him go.
The film finishes and you can sense your eyes and throat stinging from the last scene. Fuck, why did you choose such an emotional film?
“Doll, are you crying?” Yoongi teases with a chuckle, and you grab a pillow, throwing it on his face with all the force you have in your arms.
“Shut the f-fuck up.” You sniffle, and Yoongi continues laughing.
“Asshole.” You scoff, and Yoongi continues to giggle for a little while before you feel a sudden presence beside you. Arms wrap around your crying frame, and your head falls to a chest. His chest.
“I had no idea you were so emotional,” Yoongi chuckles, and you cry even more when you feel slow taps on your head.
The film is long forgotten inside your head, and silent tears fall to your cheeks as your heart pleads for this to be real, for this to last forever, for time to stop and for you to stay here, with him, just like this.
As if he were yours.
As if you were together.
“God,” You sniffle while rubbing your red nose, “This is embarrassing. Ugh.”
“Nah, it’s not. It would be worse if you were an ugly crier.” Yoongi laughs lightly, and you smack his chest while letting out a small chuckle.
“I can’t believe you’re not crying.” Yoongi continues to pat your head, and you can’t help but feel this is oddly domestic. It feels natural, so right that your heart can’t help but ease into the fog of hope that everything will be okay.
It’s dangerous, to forget about the pain in your heart, and maybe you will pay the price later.
“I don’t cry, doll.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, you’re the cold fuckboy without feelings and all that.”
Yoongi snorts, “Yeah.”
“Y’know, crying doesn’t make you weak. Just saying. It can actually make you much more relieved. It’s therapeutic.”
Yoongi hums, “I just haven’t felt like crying in a long time.”
You should let go already.
Staying like this, under his arms when you’re so vulnerable is dangerous. But no sense of danger would ever compare to the feeling of letting yourself go, of falling without the fear of reaching the ground.
“What’s your favourite fruit?”
You furrow your eyebrows and almost laugh at the question, “What?”
“I asked what your favourite fruit is.”
“Uh, I heard it. Why? That’s so random, dude.”
Yoongi clicks his tongue, “I’m not good at dealing with people crying. I’m trying my best here, damn.”
You chuckle, “Aw, that’s cute of you.”
“Shut up and answer the damn question.”
“Jeez okay,” you snort at his defensiveness—maybe you should call him cute more often. “Hm, I’d say apples.”
“Ew.” Yoongi scrunches his face, “Tangerines are so much better.”
“I’m guessing that’s your favourite fruit?” Your lips tug into a small smile while you feel your small tears dry up.
“Fuck yeah, they’re the best thing in this world.”
“They taste disgusting.” You make a small gag sound, and Yoongi scoffs at your words. “Makes sense why you like them.”
“Are you calling me disgusting?” Yoongi stops patting your head, and you can’t help the smirk on your lips.
Teasing and getting on Yoongi’s nerves is your favourite pastime—he falls right into your trap, and you absolutely love it. Who would have thought a man with a reputation such as his could be so easy to lure onto your trap?
“Mmm, maybe.”
You finally have the courage to take your head off his chest, and when your eyes catch him, you feel the world stop. Time is nothing and the universe is only inside his eyes.
“Mm, I’m not so disgusting when you let me fuck you, now am I, doll?” Yoongi chuckles, and you bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his.
“You have a good dick, what can I say?” You shrug, trying hard to contain your smile when his tongue presses on his cheek.
“Fuck, doll. Can I kiss you?” Yoongi whispers, placing his hand on your cheeks.
Your heartbeat picks up its pace.
“You pinky promised no funny business, Yoongi.” You whisper back, eyes falling to his luscious mouth.
“But this isn’t anything funny,” Yoongi smirks lazily and you scoff.
“Fuck you.” Your hand grabs his black t-shirt, and his addicting lips are on yours in mere seconds.
Fuck you for making me feel this way. Fuck you for distracting me. Fuck you for letting me fall in love with you.
Summary: You were 7 when you were arranged to marry the younger son of the Mins. However, when the said son returns home from overseas with a pregnant girlfriend, his older brother steps in and takes his place at the altar. There was only one problem, everyone was scared of him. Including you.
That is, until he walks in unannounced when you're playing with your toy.
Warning: Min Yoongi and his tongue technology, f.masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), voyeurism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotective sex (wrap it up, kids!), dirty talking.
Note: I HAD to write it down and get it out of my system. There was no other way to deal with this.
Masterlist
The Mins and the L/Ns have been family friends for a long time. The friendship solidified further when Y/N's father and Mr. Min started going to school together. After that, it was just the two of them against the world. So, when Mr. Min's younger son, Eunwoo, and you were born only three days apart, it was decided that both of you were to get married.
You didn't have a problem with this decision. Eunwoo was a handsome and well-mannered kid, who grew up to be a heartthrob. He was always the center of attention, constantly being praised for those traits by people. It got especially bad after his 21st birthday, it was like he was all people could talk about.
But Eunwoo has always been a shy kid. Having grown up as friends, he often confided in you about how uncomfortable he felt in the limelight. So you weren't all that surprised when he decided to go out of the country for further studies.
You had been in touch with him for the entirety of the two years when he was away. So, to say you were positively shocked when he returned with a pregnant girlfriend would be an understatement.
Everyone was hysterical. You remember his father threatening to throw him and his girlfriend out. You remember at some point, he had plotted to get rid of his girlfriend entirely. You had never been more scared in your entire life. Because before everything, he was your friend. And although he did betray you by getting together with someone else, you found out you didn't particularly care.
That was when his elder brother, Min Yoongi, stepped in and took charge of things. He got Eunwoo and his girlfriend out of the public eye and settled in whatever part of the country they wanted to give birth in. And even though you revolted profusely against your father's demand that you be married to the heir of the Min Enterprises, it all went to waste when Yoongi agreed to it without any hesitation.
"You were promised a Min, you must get a Min," your father had said.
And that was how you were married to the elder son and Heir of the Min Enterprises, Min Yoongi.
~•~
If anyone had asked you which of the brothers would you rather get married to, you would have said Eunwoo without missing a beat.
That was because he was the kindest, softest, and most sensitive human being out there. He cared about things very deeply and rarely ever did anything to intentionally hurt people. His father always criticized him for it. "You're too soft! You need to learn to be a man!" He would often yell.
But you never saw it as a flaw. In your eyes, it was a virtue only the rarest of angels possessed.
Yoongi, on the other hand, had always intimidated you. Everyone at school was scared of him. He would often get into physical fights. He did not get along with his father at all and had, against his wishes, started working part-time as a delivery boy. He was the complete opposite of the calm Eunwoo. Nobody would ever be able to tell that they were related.
As you all grew up, you started seeing less and less of him around. You later learned that he had moved out of the family house and was living somewhere away from the family mansion. He did end up joining his father in the office. "It's only to make sure Appa retires faster and gets out of our hair," Eunwoo had said jokingly.
If you had thought he was intimidating before, he had turned a hundred times worse after growing up. He was quieter, didn't speak unless it was absolutely necessary and even then his sharp tongue was enough to make anyone cry. His feline eyes always seemed to be staring into your soul.
Not that you would know. Despite being a very prominent part of his brother's life, Min Yoongi had never once looked at you.
Until that day when he announced he would marry you.
You swore you stopped breathing for a second when his intense dark eyes landed on you, staring at you as he announced, "I will marry her."
You had felt things inside that you had never felt before. Your mind filled itself up with images that would make the devil blush. You were thankful when he looked away because you found yourself incapable of doing so yourself.
But that was the only time he had looked at you. You were sure he didn't even look at you when you walked down the aisle for him, not even when you took your place in front of him at the altar, not even when you two said your vows, and not even when the Priest announced that he could kiss the bride.
He didn't. He didn't kiss the bride.
At least not in the way you had wanted to. He just leaned in and kissed your cheek. Everyone thought it was cute, Min Yoongi, the man everyone feared kissing his young and seemingly innocent wife on the cheek.
Except you weren't as innocent as everyone thought. You wanted him to grab your face and kiss the daylights out of you. You wanted him to claim you as his.
You weren't even sure when you started having these feelings for him, but you do know that it made you burn with longingness for him.
But you should have known that you were the only one longing for him, that a cheek on the cheek was all you were going to get. The minute you two reached back to his penthouse, he had all but left you alone after letting you know that the maid would help you settle in. And she did help to settle you—in a different bedroom, the one next to your husband's. She very kindly let you know that you were free to do whatever you wanted, just to never enter your husband's study. Nobody was allowed in there.
You remember thanking her before locking yourself in the room, cursing yourself for wanting a man who wanted nothing to do with you.
~•~
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months but nothing changed between the two of you. The mornings started with you having your breakfast in silence. If you're lucky, he would join you, or else, more often than not, he would be gone by the time you wake up. This morning, however, the two of you happened to wake up at the same time. You tried not to show your surprise when he walked out, already dressed in his suit and pants. "Good morning, sir," the maid said, to which she received a grunt.
Over the time you have stayed with him, you have learned that Min Yoongi was a man of few words. He communicates more through gestures. "Your graduation is next week, isn't it?" He asked you as he read something on his tablet.
"Yes," you said, not at all surprised that he remembered. He knew everything. From your dog's birthday to your admission dates, he remembered everything. He was just perfect like that.
"Is there anything specific you would like for that day?" He asked, still not looking at you.
You, you wanted to say. It wasn't fair. You wished he was an inconsiderate asshole, then at least you could hate him. But no, he had to be kind and sensitive. He just didn't look at you the way you looked at him. You sometimes wished you could still see him as the cold CEO brother of Eunwoo. You sighed, shaking your head.
"How about that trip across Europe you and your friends wanted? The one your friend wouldn't stop talking about when she came over?" You looked at him in surprise. Your friends loved him! They all clearly had the hots for him too and wouldn’t stop throwing themselves over him whenever they could.
God damn it. That was a good one. You could ask him for that. Or you could make the trip with your own, hard-earned money, which wasn't a lot considering you got it off an internship. Yeah, you decided, you would keep your pride. If he couldn't give you himself, then you didn't want anything else from him. "No, I have got it covered."
He nodded. "If you need anything, let me know."
"Yes, sir." You muttered, throwing your plate in the sink. "But even you couldn't give me what I want."
That caught his attention. "Try me," He said.
"Trust me, I want to." You said under your breath, walking away. You thought he didn't hear you. How could he? You said it so quietly.
But he did. You were too busy sulking to notice the way his eyebrows shot up high on his forehead in surprise. He probably heard you wrong. There was no way you would say something like that. Yeah, that was it.
Why would you say something like that? You didn't even like Yoongi. At least that's what he thought. You were such an angel, a sweetheart, who was more fitted to marry someone like his brother. And you would have, had he not fucked up.
He couldn't imagine how heartbroken you must have been when Eunwoo returned with another girl. You two were always joined by the hip growing up. He knew how obsessed Eunwoo was with you. It didn't matter what time of the day it was, if something happened, he had to tell you. He had no idea where this other girl came from.
Yoongi also wasn't oblivious to the fact that you were scared of him. He still remembered how as kids, whenever you would catch sight of him, you would press yourself closer to Eunwoo.
You were fragile. He was not. You guys were clearly not a good pair. If he were to touch you, he knew he would break you. Not that you wanted him to touch you, obviously. You needed someone who would treat you like a princess. Which was probably why you weren't happy in this marriage. Yoongi wanted to give you time to heal from a broken heart. He wanted to be your friend. He knew he might not be what you wanted but he really wanted to try. But he didn't know how to talk to you.
He sighed, rubbing his forehead when his work phone rang. Well, that was a problem for the future him. Right now, duty calls.
~•~
You saw him. And your heart skipped a beat. There he was in his black suit, away from the crowd with flowers in his hands, waiting for you to step down the stage with your degree.
When you woke up in the morning, you were disappointed to know that he was nowhere to be seen. When the maid told you that he had left early for the office, you couldn't help the tears pooling in your eyes. It was the single most important day of your life. Everyone's loved ones were going to be there. Well, everyone but you. Your parents were out of town. Of course, they couldn't be bothered to attend their only daughter's graduation ceremony. You thought maybe Yoongi would attend, for formality's sake. But of course, even he couldn't be bothered.
When Eunwoo called to congratulate you, all he heard were controllable sobs from your end. He felt terrible knowing that you were going to the ceremony on your own.
Was that why he was here? Oh, no. You would be so embarrassed if Yoongi was attending because Eunwoo asked him to.
You carefully stepped down the steps and walked towards your husband. You could see how much attention he drew to himself even when he was standing in the shadows. You hated how every girl was ogling at him and there was nothing you could do about it. It made something burn inside you.
The fire was so intense, that even his small, but the heart-melting smile couldn't put it off. You were blinded by jealousy, which was probably why you didn’t notice your husband staring at you in awe.
Yoongi couldn't believe how breathtaking you looked. He knew you were beautiful but today, you looked just like a princess out of a Disney movie. He couldn't see what type of dress you were wearing because of the ceremony gown you wore, but he could see it was baby blue, your favorite color. Your long hair fell down your shoulders in perfect curls and your face was glowing.
You looked so happy on stage. His heart ached inside his chest when the smile he had come to admire so much fell off your face the minute you saw him. Did you not want him there?
He woke up early and finished all his work so he could spend the rest of the day with you, but not once did he think of asking if you already had plans. He smiled when you walked to him, giving you the flowers he got for you. "Congratulations, Y/N." It took him a minute to realize that you looked different, fierce. Did he do something to make you angry? He tried to think of everything that has happened in the past few days but couldn't think of anything.
“Enjoying the attention, Mr. Min?” You asked. He frowned. Where was that coming from? He noticed you glaring at someone to his right. He followed your eyes to find a young lady staring at him. He turned back to you, not understanding what was upsetting you so much. It wasn’t until you barked at the stranger did it click. “What are you looking at?” You asked the poor girl, looking beyond enraged.
Were you, perhaps, jealous?
A spark of hope lit up in his heart. Maybe you two weren’t entirely lost, maybe you could still make it work? Not if it’s not yours, he wanted to say but found himself unable to do so. And then it was too late.
“Hyung?” He looked to his left and found himself face-to-face with his younger brother. Dressed in a black suit with a baby blue tie, the same shade that matched his wife’s dress, he smiled up at his older brother. “We thought you wouldn’t make it.” He said, putting an arm around his best friend’s waist.
“Why wouldn’t I be at my wife’s graduation ceremony?” Yoongi asked sharply, clenching his jaw when you didn’t push Eunwoo’s arm away. Why were you okay with this? Couldn’t you see how inappropriate this was? You should be wrapped around his arms, not his brother’s. You were his wife. What the fuck was he doing here anyway? Did you call him? Did you think that he wasn’t coming and thought it was the perfect opportunity to invite an ex-flame?
What the fuck was he thinking? This was his brother he was talking about, the one who had a pregnant girlfriend waiting for him. Did she know he was meeting up with the woman he was going to marry? Were you two still talking? Were you still in love with him?
He felt like he was going to burst.
“That’s great, Hyung! Come, join us for dinner.” Eunwoo, who was oblivious to his elder brother’s boiling jealousy, said.
“No,” Yoongi refused, “I just came to congratulate Y/N. I have to go back. There’s a lot of work pending.”
Of course, he did! You thought bitterly. When Eunwoo opened his mouth to protest, you stopped him. “Let him go. He is a busy man and doesn’t have time for such mundane events.” You then turned to him with a fake smile that cut right through his heart, “Thank you, Yoongissi. I appreciate the gesture.”
You might as well have slapped him across the face.
But Yoongi didn’t let it show just how much your coldness affected him. He simply nodded before leaving you to celebrate with the man you probably wanted all along.
~•~
A week went by since the incident. You were still extremely hurt by the fact that Yoongi didn’t even bother to stay after the ceremony. That was how little you meant to him. You placed the bag you got on your bed, blushing when you thought of what was inside. You had gone out with your girlfriends to celebrate the break-up of one of them with their toxic partner. She wanted to end the night by getting everyone little souvenirs in the form of matching vibrators. Why that specifically? “Well, your girl needs something to fill her coochie if she really plans to lay off dick for a while.” She said mischievously. And that was how you ended up with a purple, sparkling vibrator.
But you didn’t want a sparkling bunny vibrator, you wanted your husband’s dick.
You groaned, throwing yourself on the bed. “Why? God, why?” you yelled into your pillow.
“Y/N?” You looked up when you heard his deep husky voice from the door. He was in his pajamas and looked like he had just woken up. “Did you just come home?” He asked, trying to adjust to the bright lights of your room. “Do you know what time it is?”
You rolled your eyes. No, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew it was late. Very late. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know there was a curfew.”
He frowned at your attitude. He couldn’t understand why you were so salty all of a sudden. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be the one who was upset? You were the one who called your ex to your graduation ceremony! But he forgot all about his anger when you stumbled towards him. He caught you before you could meet the floor, realizing that you were probably drunk.
You gasped when you felt his cold hands around you as he held you against his chest. You looked up at his face, wondering what it would be to kiss his soft lips.
Yoongi’s cheeks turned red. There weren’t a lot of things that left him feeling flustered, but your little drunken confession left him fumbling for words. “W-what?”
You blinked. Did you say that out loud?
The corners of his lips turned up as he let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, you did.”
“Well, I do.” You confess, the alcohol in your system turning you braver than you actually were. “I had wanted to kiss you since the day you agreed to marry me.”
He looked at you like you had grown a third head. “What?” He asked.
“I…” you trailed, touching his lips with your fingertips. He leaned closer to your touch, feeling his lips burning under your feather-like touch. “Why don’t you want me?” You asked, feeling an overpowering urge to cry. You pulled away, feeling heavy with dejection.
“I don’t want you? Y/N…” he stopped, reminding himself that you were drunk. You probably didn’t even mean half the things you said. What if you were mistaking him for someone else? His heart probably won’t be able to take it. So, he let it go. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?
You ran to the bathroom to throw out all the money you spent that night. Yoongi followed as well, making sure to hold your hair up and rub your back as you threw out your insides. He stayed to help you clean up after, letting you change into comfortable attire for sleeping in. Well, more like giving the clothes to you and turning away so you could change. He refused to take advantage of your state.
After tucking you in, he had made up his mind that it was time you both needed to have an honest conversation because you two were clearly on different pages. He knew he would probably have to put his heart on the line but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you continue thinking that he didn’t want you.
Just as he was able to leave, he tripped over the bag that had fallen off the bed. All of its content spilled out on the floor. He cursed under his breath, collecting everything and putting it back into the bag. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he picked up the brand-new vibrator.
A couple of indecent images flashed in his mind of you using it. The most prominent one and the one that was making all his blood rush downtown was the one in which you were laying on the bed naked and spread like an eagle. Your hair was spread in beautiful curls under you as you moaned while fucking yourself with the purple toy.
Better yet, he could imagine bending you over as he fucks you. He just knows you'd make the sweetest sounds. Jesus, the things he would do to you.
He let out a string of curses when he felt his member turning hard. How were you able to do absolutely nothing and still turn him on?
He never thought he would be jealous of an inanimate object. What has his life come to?
He sighed, putting the toy back into the bag, before placing it where he had found it. You didn’t need to know he saw that. You would probably be embarrassed.
The damage, however, was done. The image of you fucking yourself with the pretty-looking vibrator was burned into his mind. He bit his lip as he palm himself through the pants. He couldn't stop himself from wondering what you would look like on your knees, what your hands would feel like, how your tongue would feel like. That was it, he was done waiting. He wanted you. The question was, did you want him, too? He didn't know. But he was going to find out.
However, the next day when he woke up, you were nowhere to be seen.
~•~
You peeked inside to check if Yoongi was home. You sighed when you saw his work shoes were gone, along with his trench coat. Great!
It's been a little over a week since you have been avoiding him. You still cannot believe you made a fool of yourself in front of him. Why did you confess? What was wrong with you?
It wouldn't have been so bad had he confessed too. But he didn't. He didn't say anything. He didn't even deny it when you said he didn't want you. You had never felt this hurt before. But you couldn't really blame him. You couldn't help who you get attached to.
You really, really wish he hadn't taken care of you when you got sick. Couldn't he have mercy on you and just let you be? You get it! He wasn't into you. Why would he? He needed a strong, independent woman by his arm, not an amateur like you.
Someone who wore bold colors and looked good in his arms. You observed, frowning at the stupid pastel-colored dress you were wearing. You huffed, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room. You looked so weak and pathetic. No wonder everyone babies you. You sulked as you stared at the baby blue matching set of panties and bra that you were wearing.
You bet the women he was into wore more daring lingerie, the kind that made them look like a predator instead of prey. You had one of those, but it had never seen the light of the day until now. You pulled it out of your wardrobe, running your hand across the see-through satin fabric, wondering what it would feel like against your skin.
Before you knew it, you found yourself putting it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror in awe. The material felt… erotic, on you.
You quickly put on your classic black Christian Louboutin and stared at the woman looking back at you in the mirror. Yep, this was the kind of woman he was into; bold, confident, and wild.
You ran your hand down your breasts, feeling yourself. Closing your eyes, you imagined what his hands would feel like. You flickered your nipples over your bra, imagining his fingers being the ones teasing you instead. You thought about that night and how hard his body felt against you. You wondered how his naked torso would feel against yours.
You felt your wetness starting to drip out of you, staining the satiny material of the thong. You cupped your heat, rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief. Well, it looked like you were going to spend the rest of the day with your hand down your pants. But you knew it wasn't going to be enough. It was never enough. But then you remembered.
The bag!
You pulled it out from under the bed and looked at the sparkly bunny vibrator. You felt another wave of arousal hit you when you turned it on. You knew you were going to have fun with it.
~•~
If there was one thing that was driving Yoongi crazy, it was this invisible wall between the two of you. He couldn't stand it any longer. But you kept making it difficult to talk to you. He wasn't a fool. He knew you were avoiding him. And he was sick of it. If he were to catch hold of you now, then God save you because he wasn't sure what he would do to you.
He was so fucking fed up with chasing after you that he seriously contemplated tying you down in one place. Preferably your bed. With your legs apart. Torturing your sweet pussy to coax confessions out of you.
He stopped when he heard a sound coming from your room. There was a light buzzing, followed by what was unmistakably your moans.
He didn't want to, no, it would be inappropriate but his legs started moving on his own accord till he was in front of your door. It was only half open but he could see you perfectly.
And oh my god, what a sight!
You were wearing nothing but your lingerie, spread out on the bed with your eyes shut. Your mouth was gaping open as you moaned out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. One of your hands was gripping the sheets while the other was busy thrusting the pretty vibrator in and out of your pussy. You hadn’t even gotten rid of your thong, just pushed it to the side. You cried out whenever the small head of the vibrator made contact with your clit.
Yoongi felt like himself growing inside his pants. He felt like a pervert. This was so wrong. This was a private moment. He shouldn't be intruding on it.
Summoning whatever self-control he had, he took a step back. He was about to turn around and walk away when he heard it. "Yoongi…" you gasped out. Did he hear it right? Your eyes were still closed so there was no way you saw him. You were so lost in it, he knew you weren't aware of his presence.
Were you… thinking of him?
"Yoongi, yes…" you said again.
That did it.
All the blood rushed straight to his cock. With all his reasoning lost, he knocked on the door.
You gasped when you heard the knock, struggling to cover yourself with the sheets. Was the maid back? You thought, horrified. What you didn't expect was for the man you were fantasizing about to be leaning against your door frame with his hands crossed in front of him. Your heart stopped beating inside your chest when you caught the very dark look in his eyes. "What are you doing, precious?" He asked.
His deep voice had your pussy clenching around nothing. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to reach for your vibrator again. You gripped the sheet tighter against your chest as your heart pounded violenting inside it. You opened your mouth to say something but the minute he started taking small steps toward you, you found yourself incapable of doing so. Was he mad? He was mad. He looked mad.
He picked up the vibrator that was still buzzing from where you threw it, turning it off. "I asked a question, doll." He said, looking at you again.
You felt all the blood rushing to your cheeks as when you saw your vibrator, still sleek with your juices, in his hand. "I…" you what?
"Were you playing with yourself?" He asked, his fingers sliding up the purple toy, gathering the wetness there, all the while still looking at you.
"Y-yes." You stuttered.
He curved the two wet fingers, asking you to come forward. You did as he said, opening your mouth and taking his digits in, making sure to clean him up with your tongue. His pupils dilated further as you sucked him clean. In a blink of an eye, his fingers were gone. You didn't get time to mourn the loss, however, when he grabbed your jaw and smashed his lips against yours.
You couldn't believe it was finally happening. His soft lips molded perfectly against yours, just like you knew they would. You moaned when he bit your bottom lip, sucking it between his lips before letting go.
He stepped away entirely, leaving you confused. He pulled the chair from the dressing away and turned it around before sitting on it so that he was facing you. "Continue, then." He said.
You looked at him In confusion. "What…?" You asked timidly.
"Show me how you play with yourself."
Your face burned again with shame. You weren't sure if he was being serious or if this was a joke. But one look at his face confirmed that he was, indeed, serious.
You had no idea what possessed you but if this devilishly delicious specimen of a man wanted you to play with yourself, then who were you to resist? You let go of the sheet covering yourself. You were still wearing your bra; and your thong, though ruined, was still very much on you. You saw his eyes following your every move as you undid the bra, letting it fall down your torso. You wanted to blame the cold air for how hard your nipples were but you knew you were fooling no one. Not when your panties were practically soaking with your juices. You wasted no time in taking it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room.
You had to admit, you were a little turned off by how shamelessly your husband was checking you out. You spread your legs wide for him to see just how wet and needy you were. You played with your breasts as your pussy clenched around nothing, tugging and pulling at your nipples. You loved torturing the poor things. One of your hands found itself in between your legs, playing with your clit. You could see the tent in his pants. You loved knowing how affected he was. You did it to him. You turned him on.
A moan slipped past your lips when your fingers found your needy hole. You fucked your fingers in and out of you, imagining them to be his long fingers. You had a fetish for his hands. "Oh, God…" you groaned. "It's not enough…" you whined, looking at the man who looked like he wanted to devour you. But that stubborn man didn't move. "Please…" you begged but he still didn't move. You kept fucking yourself with the fingers. You closed your eyes and cried out in frustration because you wanted more. "Yoongi… please. I want you."
The minute the words left your mouth, you felt your wrist being pushed away from your gaping hole. He grabbed your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed, sitting down so that he was at eye-level with your dripping pussy. "Is that right?" He asked, caressing your inner thighs, and placing a small kiss on them. "you want me?" He further asked, his fingers inching closer to the place you wanted him the most.
"Yes!" You nodded enthusiastically. He smirked at your reaction. Tracing his finger from your clit all the way down to your pussy, he rubbed the wetness all around. You sighed, blissfully, shivering whenever he rubbed your clit. You were feeling so sensitive.
"Is that why you're so wet, baby?" He asked, circling around your opening, driving you insane.
"Yes!" You froze for a couple of seconds, shivering in pleasure when you felt his sinful tongue running from your pussy all the way up to the clit. "Yess, oh god…"
"Hmm, sweet, just like I thought." He said, pushing a single digit inside you, followed by another. "What was my brother doing at your graduation?" He asked casually as he continued pushing his digits in and out of your hole at an agonizingly slow pace.
"What?" You asked, taken completely by surprise. You wiggled your hips, trying to get his fingers in you deeper. You knew he could go deeper. You gasped when he smacked your inner thigh, stilling immediately.
"Behave," he said in that deep voice of his. The vibrations from his voice went straight to your core. "I asked a question." He said, kissing the spot he smacked. The feather-like kisses against the tingling flesh made you groan. He was teasing you. You hated it.
"I thought you weren't coming." You answered.
"So, you decided to call my brother?" He asked, scissoring his fingers inside you.
"No," you whimpered. "He called me to congratulate me. He felt bad that no one was coming so he came along."
"He felt bad, did he?" He asked, sounding surprisingly bitter. "Did he feel bad enough to take you to bed?"
"What?" You asked. "No! I don't even see him like that! He is just a friend."
He scoffed, pushing his fingers deep inside you, curving it upwards to massage a sweet spot there. "Right. A friend you were going to marry."
"Yoongi…" you grabbed the sheets beside you as your whole body tingled with pleasure. "but nothing happened between us. We were always just friends."
"Is that why you looked so cozy in his arms?"
You grabbed his arm which was torturing you. He had pressed his fingers to the roof of your walls and was playing with your clit with his thumb. "Oh, my God, Yoongi stop, I will—" you cried out when he took his fingers out completely and pushed his tongue inside you, caressing and massaging your greedy walls.
He moaned when your pussy clenched around his tongue as he thrust it in and out of your cunt while his thumb played mercilessly with your clit.
Your back arched as the coil inside your stomach broke. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your body, making you shiver uncontrollably. He fucked you with his tongue through your orgasm. Only when he was satisfied did he back away.
He kissed you deeply like he was trying to mark your soul. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you didn't mind at all. You moaned when he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him in closer, making him moan.
He pulled away, kissing down your jaw, biting it teasingly. His dark pants had a wet spot on the crotch area because of how much pre-cum he was leaking. That was the hottest thing he had seen in his entire life. He groaned, burying his face in your neck when you rubbed yourself against his dick.
"You're jealous," you said, smiling at him teasingly.
His heart flipped around inside his chest happily. He made you smile. You were smiling at him. Then he narrowed his eyes when he remembered what you said. "Of course, I'm jealous." He said, "You're mine."
You felt yourself getting wet again when he bit a sweet spot on your neck, moaning out his name. "Then why don't you claim me?" You asked, feeling sad all of a sudden. "You wouldn't even look at me!"
"I was giving you space, baby." He said, kissing down your neck. "But now I know that was a mistake." He said, his arms finding your breasts, cupping them.
You sighed in contentment when he did that. God knows how much they were craving attention. "God, you're beautiful." He whispered before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the hard bud. "I'm always looking at you, princess. You just don't see me look away." He confessed, biting it before suckling on it.
Your head spun with his confession and the various sensations he was subjecting you to. He chuckled when you tried to say something but it made absolutely no sense. He released the nipple to go torture the other one. "What was that, baby?" He asked.
"Want you." You repeated.
"Yeah?" He asked, cooing at the way your lips jutted out to form a pout. "Want me? Is that why you were fucking yourself, precious?" He asked, tugging at your nipples with his fingers. You whimpered, nodding your head. He bit his lips. He was starting to lose control. You looked so fucking corruptible. "Were you thinking of my brother as you pushed the toy inside you? Huh?"
"No!" You whined, tugging at his hair to meet his eyes, annoyed that he was bringing him up again. He smiled at how adorable you were. Maybe he should make you mad more often. "I was thinking of you." You admitted.
He wanted to hear you say that all day every day. "Yeah? What were you thinking about?" He asked, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall.
You traced his abdomen, enjoying the feeling of his hard skin under your fingers. "I fantasized about licking your chest." You said. He smirked, pushing your hand away gently before undoing his belt. "I also thought of sucking your cock." He closed his eyes and swore when he felt his dick twitch. Who would've thought an angel like you had just a dirty mouth? He kicked his pants off as you continue, "I also thought about you bending me over on the dining table in the morning and just fucking me." He bit his lip, rubbing his painfully hard dick over the boxers. He has thought about that too. He quickly got rid of the underwear.
He watched your eyes darkening when you looked at his member. You licked your lips as he stroked himself slowly, watching you as he did so. "I thought about you fucking me in the living room, balcony, shower, car, bedroom, every fucking surface, and against every wall in the house." You continued as he climbed back onto the bed again, taking place between your legs.
"Is that so?" He asked, rubbing his tip against your pussy. You moaned, reaching for him. He leaned down to kiss your mouth. "You sound like you're a slut for me, baby. Is that what you want to be? Huh?"
"Yes, I want to be your cumdump. I want you to fuck me and cum in me whenever you want. I want to be yours. Just yours."
He groaned, flipping you on your stomach. His hand found its way to your throat, not gripping just resting there as he pushed his entire length inside you. You both moaned together at the feeling. "Fuck, you're tight."
You clenched even more around him, loving how he filled you up. He spanked your ass. "Don't tease me, baby. I've reached my limit with you." He warned, biting your ear.
"Then teach me a lesson." You said, clenching yourself around him again, making him groan again.
"If that's what you want, my love." He said in your ear. That was all the warning you got before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside you, causing you to jolt forward from the impact. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked, slamming himself again and again into you.
You cried out into your pillow, unable to find the words to tell him just how much you were loving it. The hand on your throat pulled you towards him till your back was arched against his chest, spanking your ass again. You moaned, wiggling against him. "I asked a question, love." He asked again, still fucking you deeply.
"Yes!" You screamed. "This is what I wanted, oh fuck!"
He let go of you, letting you fall on the bed again as he gripped your hips and thrust his cock inside you at a pace that had you screaming into your pillow. "Shit, you're so fucking tight."
He put one of his legs around you. Your legs shook from how deep he was thrusting inside you. His hand found your throat again as he growled, "You're mine. Only mine."
"Yes!" You agreed, enjoying the slight pressure he was applying on it. "I'm yours. Only yours!"
"I'm not sharing you with anyone." He said, pulling your face back to plant a kiss on your lips, "not even my brother. Understood?"
"Yeah," You sobbed breathlessly, whimpering under him as he squeezed a little harder.
"No more running away, you get it?" He said, biting your shoulders as he continued pistoling his manhood inside you.
"Yes!" You managed to say.
"And no more toys without me," he said, his other hand reaching down to pinch your clit, "Only I get to play with you."
You nodded your head, not really hearing him at this point. The way he was fucking into you, along with his fingers on your clit and the way he squeezed your throat were all too much for you. The coil inside your stomach was tightening again. Your mind went blank due to all the sensations. He groaned when he felt your walls tightening around him. "Cum for me, baby." He said.
You screamed his name the moment he let go of your neck and your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, leaving you a shaking mess underneath him. It was the kind that had you seeing stars in broad daylight/
"Fuck," he cursed, his thrusts stuttering as he chased his own release. You craned your neck and kissed him when you felt him shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside you, painting your insides white. He moaned into your mouth, thrusting into your pussy till the end.
You turned around in his arms, luring him to lay beside you. You put your head on his chest. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "Stay like this for a little while." You pleaded.
He kissed the top of your head. "I'll stay like this for as long as you want."
You smiled, feeling your eyes burning. He looked at you when he felt something wet and warm against his chest. He took your face in his palms, looking at you in concern. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? I swear, Y/N! You should have said something, let me see! Where does it hurt?"
You chuckled at his concern. "I'm fine."
He frowned. "Then why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"
"I thought you didn't want me."
He looked at you like you had grown a third head. He then chuckled softly, kissing your nose before confessing, "I thought you didn't want me, too."
"Well, we are idiots." You said.
You fell into a comfortable silence, until he suddenly said, "We are doing it in the bathroom next."
"Stop—" you protested as your own words came back to you, making him chuckle in delight.
warnings: this is again!! straight up pwp!! dom!yoongi, sub!f reader, dressing room sex, yoongi is a tease bc he would be tbh, grinding, name calling (whore and slut), pet names (baby, doll), (kind of) manhandling, sex in front of a mirror, doggy-style, spanking (alluded to and done!), dirty talk, reader’s a screamer LMFAO, unprotected sex, edging, begging, clit play/spanking, choking, some quality deep fucking, missionary position but she’s sat on her vanity?, cervix contact, g-spot contact, f receiving!multiple orgasms, overstimulation, PLAYER NUMBER TWO APPEARS, exhibitionism, voyeurism, m receiving!orgasm, cumming together, creampie (wrap it before you tap it besties!), a PART TWO?!?!?!?!?!!?!? ;)
rating: 18+ for sexual content, please heed this warning!
songs to listen to: ddaeng by bts
a/n: i’m writing this while the most wholesome bts song (magic shop) is playing in the background, we love range :D i hope you enjoy!! AND!! paris in the rain is being worked on besties <3 AND…keep an eye out for ,,,,,, other parts by other people ;) (also pls appreciate the wordplay that is ddaeng bang sdghjbshbdj)
dedicated to: DEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! @sugasbabiie HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAHAL I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LITTLE GIFT!!! may you always win in the ring against yoongi <33 and then be lovingly railed by him in the ring afterwards <333
disclaimer: this banner and work is mine. please do not copy or plagiarize or steal, thank you! also, this is unedited bc finals week :-) pls be kind to me!
part one by yours truly | part two by @taesinferno | part three by @kithtaehyung
synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?
genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers
warning(s): fluff, domestic lovin', unprotected sex(pls be safe), face-sitting, love making, biting, slight nipple play, oral sex (f.&m.receiving), praise kink.
word count: 9.1k
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3 years later…
“What about this?” Taehyung asks while lifting up a paint set, threading his fingers through his now chocolate coloured hair; just last month Taehyung had decided to go for a chocolate colour, rather than keeping his golden blonde hair—which you were a little sad about, but this hair colour suited him too.
Was there really a hair colour or style that your boyfriend couldn’t pull off?
“Oouu!” You squealed coming closer to him and examining his paint selection, giving him a thumbs up you placed it into your basket. Your eyes scanned the aisles of the store, trying to find the right paintbrush set that you found online at your normal arts and crafts store, but unfortunately they were out of stock at that particular place; so, Taehyung and you had decided to stop by this store in hopes to find the perfect gift for the little girl.
Aera’s 6th birthday party was approaching quickly, and just like the past three years, both you and Taehyung are on a time crunch. Lately the two of you have been super busy with work; you with art galleries and exhibitions, and Taehyung with meetings with other designer brands to prepare for their 2024 Spring collection release dates. So, here you two were, just a week away from Aera’s 6th birthday and struggling to find her the perfect gift. Every year it gets harder to buy her something—Taehyung being the parent that needs to top the gifts from the previous year, it becomes quite challenging to continuously search for the best gift. So, this year, you decided that since Aera has been spending tons of time with you in your studio, you’ve noticed how much she truly enjoys painting on canvases with your supplies—and she was damn good at it too. Of course, with her still being so young, she was no Leonardo Da Vinci, but she sure knew how to use a paintbrush, she was arguably better than any other five-year-old you had ever seen. She really has an eye for the arts, you recalled the time that you went on vacation with her and Taehyung to Japan on one of his work trips, and you two spent the day at the art museum; she was telling you how she learned some new colours by watching old Bob Ross videos, where she shocked you by pointing out the difference between titanium white and zinc white—to which, you being a professional artist, couldn’t even tell the difference. But that trip definitely opened your eyes, Taehyung’s too, on how talented Aera really is in terms of painting and art.
“I found it!” You shrieked, bolting towards the last paintbrush set that you had been looking for. Stumbling over your own feet, and Taehyung snickering behind you, you snatch the very last paintbrush set, fist pumping in the air at your victory, and tossing it into the basket.
“Wow,” Taehyung breathed out while he trailed behind you, “I can’t believe that it took us this long to find all those supplies.”
You snorted, setting the basket down and scanning each item at the self check out, “Maybe we wouldn’t have been so stressed out if we had started this sooner.” The two of you laughed at the thought as you continued to pay for the items.
“Guess it’s what happens with being so busy.” Taehyung huffed out running his fingers through his hair, “But we’ve been making it work for the past three years, so we’re doing something right, right?”
Smiling up at him, you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers and heading for the exit, “Yeah, we are.”
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“Have you and Tae talked about moving in together?” Mi-ha asked with a mouthful of noodles.
“Yeah, it’s been like what? Three years now?” Haru chimes in.
It was now Wednesday; you and the girls were finally able to take time out of your busy schedules to set aside a full day together to catch up and hang out without any kids, boyfriends, and husbands. It was nice to finally have some girl time after being swamped with work, watching Aera when Tae was away for business, and other housekeeping things that just got in the way.
“Yeah—about two and half years, coming up onto three.” You hummed, taking a sip of water, “I guess I never really thought about it…”
That wasn’t a complete lie. Both you and Taehyung have talked about moving in with each other before; you’d sell your apartment and stay with him and Aera, of course residing in his bedroom. But that was it, really. You both hadn’t gone further in depth in actually moving in, especially with how busy you both have been for the past few years of being together. However, you practically lived with Taehyung anyways; around your second year together, he had cleared out a portion of his closet for you to keep some clothes there for when you stay over. It wasn’t too often, most times you’d stay over Friday night and then take Aera with you to your art classes for 9, while Tae stayed in bed, then you two would come back with breakfast for him.
“Hey, can I ask you something? I don’t really know if it’d offend you… But I’m curious.” Seung asks while putting a dumpling on her plate. You looked around the table to find that each of the girls had their eyes trained on their plates of food, eating quietly.
“Uhm… Sure?” You respond, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the quietness around the table.
“Does Aera still see Isla?” Seung asks, now staring at you with a questioning look. You did, in fact, tell them about your encounter with Isla and how you had offered her to continue to somewhat be in Aera’s life—they thought you were brave for that. They were worried that you’d feel like you were intruding on their family by being in the picture while Isla was too; but you really couldn’t feel it in that way. The way you had seen Isla interact with Taehyung that day—she wasn’t malicious at all, she definitely was not your typical baby mama ex-girlfriend story, Isla wasn’t an awful person.
“No, not really.” You say, “I think she appreciated that offer, to try and be in Aera’s life, but a year after that conversation, Isla sent us the same documents, all signed, and told us that her and her fiancé are moving to America… And that she wants Taehyung and Aera to have a fresh start with me… So…” You trailed off, shifting uncomfortably in your seat while you waited for the girls to respond.
“Whoa.”
“What?”
“Damn—she really just… left?”
You nodded, “Yeah… It came as a shock to us too, she seemed like she really wanted to co-parent or whatever, but I guess not?”
“And what about Aera? Does she ever ask about her?” Hyuna questions.
You shook your head, “No, and she doesn’t ask Taehyung where her mom is… In fact,” You paused, “Aera doesn’t ask for her mom at all? I remember that day at Yoon-ji’s birthday, a few years ago, and Aera told me that they went to see her mom… But like, that was the first and last time I ever heard her say the word.”
“Hm… I mean, is that really an issue?” Sarang asks gently, “Isla wasn’t ever around anyways.” The rest of the girls nodded. You pursed your lips.
“I guess not, but I still feel bad I guess.” You shrugged reaching over and stuffing your mouth with a dumpling.
“You shouldn’t,” Rae says, reaching over to clasp your shoulder with her hand, “You’re doing a fine job with helping Taehyung raise her, Y/n. Truly, they’re both so lucky to have you.” You blushed at her words, shaking your head, and waving a hand.
“Me? N-no. I’m just loving them both like they deserve; you can’t love just one of them, they come together.” You proceeded to reach for another dumpling, popping it into your mouth.
However, you didn’t notice the rest of the girls admiring you, thinking the same things. You were younger than them, at 25 years old now, and still as smitten over Taehyung and Aera as you were when you had first met them at 22. They were glad that someone loved their friend and his daughter as much as you did—truly, they were grateful for you and all that you’ve done for Taehyung. They stared at each other as they watched their younger sister—something they had always thought of you—happily chewing on another dumpling that you had popped into your mouth, smiling contently that they have gained another amazing female into their friend group, an amazing girl that had mend the heart of their long-time friend.
“What?” You asked them with your mouth full and curious eyes, the rest of the girls giggled and waved in dismissal.
“We’re just grateful that you’re in our lives.” Haru states with a grin. You suddenly feel a wave of contentment, your heart leaps in your chest that these girls were grateful for you; because you were just as grateful for them, you’ve always had Mi-ha, and you will always love her, but now that you were surrounded by so much love from the others, you were feeling choked up and overwhelmed with the tenderness that filled the air of the room.
“Yeah…” You grinned, “I am too.”
“Anyone know what the boys are up to today?”
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“Have you figured out when you’re gonna propose?” Namjoon asks while pulling Yoon-ji’s hair up into a ponytail.
The boys were all currently at Haru and Jungkook’s house, watching the kids while their women were out together. The boys never minded spending time together with their kids, if anything they enjoyed their daddy time with them. It still baffles their minds that they’ve all been friends for so long and now they were parents together; it was almost like yesterday they were in college and rioting around like the rowdy boys they were.
“Yeah, it’s been, like what? Three years?” Jungkook asks while snuggling a sleeping Youngji into his chest.
“Two and half, almost three,” Taehyung corrects, tilting his head back to finish the rest of his water before placing the cup back on the table, “but, yeah—three.”
“Are you gonna?”
Taehyung nods, “Yeah—I think I am.” For the past six months, Taehyung had been dropping subtle hints, that you thankfully haven’t picked up on even though they were the most obvious hints any one has ever heard. Every time the three of you went out, he would always point out a bunch of engagement rings, asking which ones you liked and what you didn’t; he’d ask you what kind of diamond cut you’d want and would ask you to try on the rings he selected to ensure your ring size. Very obvious things that definitely indicated that he was going to propose sometime soon—but you just… Didn’t pick up on it. It was almost comedic to Taehyung, you were such a bright and intelligent woman, but you couldn’t even tell that your own boyfriend was going to propose to you.
“I was planning to do it around New Year’s.” Taehyung concludes clasping his hands in his lap, earning loud cheering from the boys, before Jungkook loudly shushes them, glaring hard at the boys while gesturing to the sleeping five-year-old in his arms.
“That’s damn cute,” Yoongi smirks, “you nervous?”
Taehyung was extremely nervous.
He couldn’t understand why because he knows you. You would say yes in a heartbeat, coming up onto your third year together, he knows for certain that you’d say yes. He was more so nervous about Aera’s reaction. He wasn’t sure if she’d be weirded out by it, or if she even understood what the term marriage even means, but he still felt the anxiety that resides inside him; it’s a big step in your relationship, and he just wanted it all to be perfect. He knows that he loves you, you love him; Aera loves you, and you love her. So, really, what’s there to be worried about?
“Kinda?” Taehyung admits with a sigh, “I-I just don’t wanna fuck things up, yenno?” Licking his lips and staring at the ground, “I know that I shouldn’t be because it’s Y/n. She’s literally amazing and I know she loves me, loves Aera too if not more than me, but I think I’m more worried about Aera? She knows that Y/n and I are together, romantically speaking, but I don’t know if she really understands that? Or if she even realizes that Y/n’s not her biological mom?”
Jin sighs, turning his body towards the younger man, “But does that matter if Y/n isn’t the woman that gave birth to her? She’s literally been with you both since Aera was three—while Aera’s actual mom walked out on you, tried to come back in, but then walked right back out.” Jin points out, now leaning forward, “and I don’t know about you, but Y/n sure as hell is more of a mother figure to Aera than Isla ever was.”
“Yeah, Tae,” Hobi agrees, “I’m sure when the time is right, you’ll be able to explain it to her how Y/n is her step-mom. And even then, she really deserves that, that mom title… She really did do a lot for you guys in terms of giving you both the love and care you guys deserve.”
Taehyung deflates rubbing his face, “Yeah, I know… I-“ He pauses, “I really love her guys… She’s seriously it for me.”
Jimin whistles, immediately throwing his arms around his best friend, “Guys! She’s done it! Y/nie made our Taehyungie believe in love again!”
Tae shoves Jimin off chuckling, “Quit it, I’ve always been in love with her, we’ve been together for like three years, obviously I’ve been in love.”
“Ha,” Namjoon chuckles, watching Yoon-ji running around the living area with Mujin chasing her, while Ji-hoon and Yuna trailing behind them, “It’s seriously so nice to see you truly happy!”
“Yah! You were so miserable some days that it was so hard to enjoy our time together.” Yoongi butts in clicking his tongue.
“Says you,” Hobi hissed at their older friend, “You’re literally mean and miserable to everyone all the time!”
“Hobi-hyung, relax, will you? I don’t think hyung meant it maliciously.” Jimin interrupts, bouncing Soomi on his leg as he watched with a hidden smirk at their older friends arguing with each other. Not that, that was out of the ordinary for Yoongi and Hobi.
“Well, I will relax when Hobi stops attacking me.” Yoongi interrupts before Hobi could counter, his arms crossed across his broad chest while he smirks teasingly at Hobi, knowing full well that he was getting on the younger friend’s nerves. Through the years of their friendship, it became apparent that Yoongi enjoyed teasing Hoseok because he simply enjoys seeing him flustered and not his usual bubbly self.
“Was I—” Hobi turns to Namjoon and Taehyung who were already in fits of giggles, while Jin was snickering into his hand to avoid the wrath of Jung Hoseok, as they watch his face contort in anger and confusion, “How am I even attacking you if what I’m saying is true!”
“Okay, rela—”
“Doesn’t mean you need to throw it in my face, I’ll have you know, I’m a joy to have around, thank you very much!”
“I never even—Did I say that? Did I say that Yoongi-hyung wasn’t fun to be around? I literally just—"
“Can you guys shut up!” Jungkook yells, covering his son’s ears, “For the love of fuck, I just put him to sleep, can you please keep your damn voices down?”
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“Jagi! Have you seen my tie?”
It was now Aera’s birthday. The last two weeks haven’t been as hectic as you thought that it would be. You were still running around figuring out what kind of cake she wanted, the catering (which just ended up being Jin and Yoongi offering to cook for the weekend), and of course, the desserts that Aera wanted to snack on after the initial party. You and Taehyung have decided to get her cake made at Taehyung’s favorite cookie shop (He insisted that Aera wants a cookie cake, but you were slightly convinced that the cake was really for him—but he tried to convince you otherwise…)
“Uhmm, check the bathroom?” You called out as you finished putting Aera’s hair in little space buns with a smile, “There all done! C’mon, let’s go see if your dad found his tie.” The two of you giggled, making your way to Taehyung’s room from Aera’s, only to be greeted with a calmer looking Tae, who was quickly tying his tie and adjusting it to his liking.
“Daddy, you look so handsome!”
It never failed to amaze you at how great Aera’s speech is. At 6 (as of today), her speech has improved tremendously that it made you nostalgic whenever you remember her having a hard time pronouncing her ‘Ls’, along with her having trouble remembering how to pronounce certain words.
“Ah,” Taehyung spins around quickly scooping up his not-so-little girl into his strong arms and spinning her around, “Thank you, flower—don’t you look super pretty for your special day?” Taehyung grumbles out, smothering Aera in kisses, while she squeals.
This was the sight that you could never get tired of seeing. Day in and day out, the amount of love Tae shows Aera warms your heart every time; he is such an amazing dad, so understanding, so loving, so patient. Anyone who walks past you three on the streets gushes at how in love Taehyung is with his daughter—
“Daddy, stop!” Aera screeches pushing Taehyung’s face with both her hands, “I’m not a baby anymore! I am six!”
“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s laughter stops abruptly as he stared dumbfounded at the little girl in his arms, “Listen here, missy,” You could hear the light teasing in his voice; however, you knew that he was just trying to mask his utter shock at Aera’s choice of words.
“You, Kim Aera, still, and will always be my little girl. No ifs, ands, or buts, my flower.” He boops her nose with his index finger, chuckling.
“Alrighty, miss not-so-little Aera, I think your Aunties and Uncles, and your cousins are all waiting on you Miss birthday girl.” You interrupted, while Aera wiggles out of her dad’s grasp and bolts out of the room, her feet thumping as she makes her way down the stairs.
“Where did the time go?” Taehyung breathes out, now watching the opened door, “Did you hear her, Y/n? “I’m not a baby anymore, I am six!” Pfft, the nerve of that child.” Taehyung mocks crossing his arms and pouting, “You raise a child for six years and she thinks that she doesn’t need you anymore the minute she turns six… Six, Y/n! She can’t even drive! Where is she gonna go!”
You stifled your laughs, wrapping your arms around your very upset boyfriend, “Oh, Tae, relax will you? You’re so sensitive—”
“Me? Sensitive? I’m not—”
“Okay, Mr. I’m-not-sensitive-but-I-actually-am,” You mocked leading him towards the door, “We’ve got guests to entertain, mouths to feed, and candles to blow.” You usher him out of your shared room.
“I know what you can blow—”
“Taehyung, if you’re about to say what I think you’re about to say, so help me God—”
“—my big dick.”
“—I fucking can’t with you.”
You smack the back of Taehyung’s head as the two of you stumble down the stairs, only for your ears to greet the sound of little feet running around Taehyung’s house, the laughter of your friends, and the quiet playing of music in the background. Aera had insisted that on her birthday, she wanted you to play some of your old music that you listened to, which all consisted of old r&b, rap, hip hop, and other genres. You had to make sure that you played the clean versions of each song, for obvious reasons. Right now, an old song by Ja Rule and JLO was softly plaything through the surround-sound system that Taehyung had gotten installed two years ago for his 26th birthday, since he wanted to be able to have, and you quote, bumpin’ tunes all night long.
Needless to say, the tunes weren’t the only things, bumpin’, that night.
“Finally.” A presence finds its way beside you, only for you to see Mi-ha smiling, “Were you two busy or something?”
Smacking Mi-ha’s arm gently, “Ew,” You scrunch your face, “Mi-ha, that’s gross. You guys are all here!”
“Excuse me?” Taehyung gasps beside you, “I know that my girlfriend did not just say ‘ew’ to the thought of me fuc—”
“I swear to fuck, Taehyung if you even finish that sentence.” You hissed pointing a finger at him.
Mi-ha cackles beside you, “She says ‘ew’, knowing damn well that on our annual camping trip you and Tae were busy fu—”
“Okay, why is everyone attacking me today?” You wailed, your shoulders slumping, “It’s Aera’s birthday, guys. Can we please keep it PG? And can we please keep our sex life quiet?” You glared at Taehyung who was sheepishly looking away, finding the pink and purple balloons that were decorating his living room rather interesting.
“Hyung!” Taehyung bolts from your eyes and rushes towards Yoongi who had just walked in with a plate full of food, that he probably made on the grill outside. Trailing behind him, Jin walks in with two more plates of roasted vegetables, his twins running around his legs, giggling.
“Where do you want these?” Yoongi asks, while he idly stands in the middle of the living room, Taehyung points towards his kitchen and the three of them head over. Jin and Yoongi greeted you with smiles while they walked passed you, and Taehyung quickly kisses your cheek, in attempts to soothe out your glare that quickly dispersed at his cute gesture.
“Auntie Y/n?” Aera pats your thighs as she glances up at you with a grin, “May I go to Auntie Rae’s and Uncle Hobi’s tonight? Muji wants to show me the new switch game he got! I think Nari, the twins, and Eonnie are going over too!”
“Hm…” You hummed, pretending to be deep in thought, “Did Aunty Rae ask you?”
Aera nods with a smile.
“Do you really wanna go?”
Aera nods again.
“How about you go ask your dad, he can’t say no to you, sweets.” You suggest. There were times that Aera would ask you for things, ever since she was three. She’d come to you more often than her dad sometimes, whether she wanted sweets, salty snacks, or a new marker from the arts store. However, you and Taehyung had set some ground rules ever since the two of you had become official. For starters, you knew your place. You were not Aera’s actual parent, and you were okay with that. Therefore, you weren’t allowed to scold her or get angry at her in the same way Taehyung could—simply because that was his daughter. You also felt as if it wasn’t your place to scold her either; you also weren’t sure if Taehyung knew that you knew that Aera wanted to start calling you mom. Ever since that night, Aera hasn’t brought up the idea and neither did you nor Taehyung. You didn’t want to sway Aera, feeling that if she decides to call you mom you wanted it to be on her accord—not because you wanted her to, or Taehyung wanted her to, but because you wanted Aera to truly see you as a mother figure. You weren’t in a rush for her to label you either; you and Aera’s relationship was doing great, you really didn’t mind her calling you Auntie.
So deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear Taehyung exit his kitchen to find you.
“Ask daddy what?” Taehyung hums behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, kissing your temple.
“May I spend the night at Aunty Rae’s and Uncle Hobi’s? Everyone’s going!” Aera pouts—the pout that she knows works fairly well with Taehyung, the pout he literally cannot say no to.
“Hm…” Taehyung teasingly hums, “Do you really want to go?”
Aera nods excitedly, “Yes, please!”
“And will you do everything your Uncle Hobi and Aunty Rae says?”
“Yup!”
“Even when daddy tells Uncle Hobi bedtime is at 8?”
“Yes…” Aera quietly says, nodding her head.
“Did you ask Aunty Y/n?”
Your eyes widen, “Hey, no,” You put your arms up at you stare that the two identical Kim’s, “Don’t bring me into this, you’re her dad.”
What came out of Aera’s mouth next made your heart almost thump out of your chest.
“But you’re my mom!” She whines, “and mom said to ask you!”
Both you and Taehyung were stunned to hear the m-word leave Aera’s mouth—sure you’ve heard it before when Taehyung wasn’t around, but you were sure it was like, a slip of the tongue—but here Aera was, dropping the m-bomb in front her dad, so casually too.
“I—wha—” You sputter out as you froze, your brain short circuiting.
“Aera—” Taehyung begins, but he gets interrupted by Jin calling everyone to eat. Aera smiles at the two of you before barreling into your legs and hugging your legs.
“Yay! Thanks guys!”
Leaving both you and Taehyung stunned at the little girl, who didn’t realize what she had just done to your heart.
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You plopped yourself in bed beside Taehyung, who was already on his side scrolling on his phone lazily.
The party was well over 3 hours ago, but it took both you and Taehyung at least 2 hours to clean up everything, tuck away the balloons, put away the dishes, dusting, sweeping; and now, you were finally done. Taehyung had opted to do the upstairs and going over to Hobi and Rae’s house, an hour after Aera had initially left, to bring her the toothbrush she had left behind. Thankfully Hobi and Rae lived just ten minutes away from your home. It was nice that all the boys were within the same area—you weren’t sure if that was planned, but you were thankful for it, nonetheless. Often times, Aera spent the day with Haru and Jungkook if you and Taehyung had to run errands that would bore her, or she simply didn’t feel like going. Luckily for the two of you, your friends live just a few blocks down for yours, so after the errands, or whatever event was happening, it wasn’t uncommon to shortly find yourselves there after, just gathering together with your families for the evening.
“Are we just going to ignore the fact that Aera just called you mom?” Taehyung questions, nonchalantly. You paused before turning to face him.
“I didn’t—” You uttered out, “Are you mad?”
“Huh?” Taehyung peers up from his phone, locking it and placing it by his bedside table, “Jagi,” His voice is soft, arms encircling around your waist, tugging you closer to him, “why would I be mad?” He chuckles, nuzzling into your hair, peppering featherlike kisses against you.
You melted against his touch, pressing yourself to him and relishing in the warmth of him, “I don’t know…” You sighed, “I-I didn’t want to overstep any of the boundaries, I’m not really her mom.” You frowned. You never told anyone, maybe other than Mi-ha, but sometimes you had wished that you had met Taehyung earlier, you had wished that you attended more of Yoon-ji’s birthday parties that way maybe you would’ve met Taehyung sooner, maybe you should’ve went to the cookie place more, would you have met Taehyung there by chance? If all of these scenarios were to happen, would Aera have really been yours then?
“Hey,” Taehyung whispers, his eyes filled with worry, he brushes his fingers across your eyes wiping away the tears that you didn’t even realize were falling, “hey, hey…” He soothes gently, stroking your cheeks and angling your face up, “Why are you crying, pretty girl? What’s gotten you so upset?” He waits as you breath in and out, timing your breathing with his, while he just lays with you, the pads of his thumbs soothing your cheeks.
“I’m-“ You hiccupped, “sorry, I don’t know. I just-“ Taehyung waits patiently, humming quietly to relax you, “Sometimes, I wonder if I had attended more of Yoon-ji’s parties where you all were invited, would I have met you sooner? Would we be where we are now, together? Would Aera have really been mine?”
Taehyung’s heart swelled at the sight of you so upset over something as insignificant as you not being the birth mother of his child. To him, Aera is yours as much as she is his, he’s always thought that, even when the two of you had just begun dating—maybe even earlier, but regardless; in his eyes, you are Aera’s mother—always has, always will be. He can feel his heart breaking as he watches another tear slip from your eyes, brushing it away again before giving you a smile.
“Is this what you think of?” He asks gently, to which you shyly nod, suddenly feeling small under his gaze. Taehyung chuckles before pressing his forehead to yours and capturing your lips in his with a sweet kiss.
“Y/n,” He pulls away staring at you, “jagi, you’re so damn cute.” He chortles out, peppering your unamused face with plenty of kisses.
“I’m glad my biggest insecurity is entertaining to you,” You scoffed, angrily wiping your eyes to rid yourself of your stupid tears.
“Hey, no,” Taehyung sighs, “I’m not laughing because of that…” You stare at him with narrowed eyes as you waited for him to continue, “I’m laughing because Aera is yours, baby.”
Taehyung carefully watches your eyebrows furrow in confusion before sighing, “We’ve been together for about three years, Y/n. And for a long time, I’ve already considered you as Aera’s mother. You’ve been what the two of us needed—someone who loves the both of us, not just me, but Aera too. You give us the world and we are both so, so grateful for everything you do for us.” You feel your eyes welling up with more tears, watching Taehyung’s eyes water too, “You may not have given her half of your chromosomes, or share the same DNA as her,” You both giggle at his attempts to lighten up the mood with some scientific humor, “or the one to have pushed her out of your vagina—”
“Okay, it was cute until you said that.” You mumbled, shoving him gently away from you, only for him to coil back briefly and tugging you towards him again.
“As I was saying,” He teased, “You may not biologically be her mother, but what’s important is that in my eyes—and hers—is that she sees you as a mother, and you know she does… You heard her today, and that is enough. You’re enough, for me, for her, for us.”
With that Taehyung kisses you tenderly, so full of love, want, need. And you projected it back. You love Taehyung, that you were certain of, you love him, you love Aera, you love the family you have been apart of for three years. Your heart is full, so full of happiness, love, and everything that words can’t describe; you were simply content with life. Life with him, life with them, life in general. And absolutely nothing can ruin this.
“Baby,” Taehyung pulls away, his eyes filled with love, “Let me love you. Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispers against your lips. His head bowing into the crook of your neck, his nose dragging down your neck to press his lips against the spot he knows so well. Letting out a whimper, you nodded, pulling him in closer.
And that was all he needed to hear.
His mouth travels down, teasing your breasts that were hidden under your satin tank top that Taehyung had gifted you for your birthday last year. It was a pretty pink set with matching satin shorts that you had been eyeing for quite some time, but never had the heart to splurge for it—but little did you know Taehyung had already bought the little piece before you had hinted at it.
Your mind was disrupted when Taehyung began tugging at your straps, slipping it off your body swiftly, before latching his mouth around your bud, causing you to arch your back into him. The swirl of his tongue against your hardened nipple makes you moan out for him—and he loves it.
“So pretty for me, baby.” He groans, the sound of your moans effecting him greatly, his cock stirring in his pajama pants. He continued his assault on your sensitive bud, switching to give the other side the same amount of attention, before trailing his tongue down your sternum. Trailing wet kisses towards your navel, gently pressing a harder kiss on your most sensitive area. Hurriedly, Taehyung slips your shorts off and flings it across the room and leans back to admire you.
There you laid, completely and utterly bare in front of him. He’s seen you countless of times, but this time it was different. Sure, the two of you were very active, majority of the time it would be hurried, quiet in hopes to not disturb Aera who was residing just down the hall; he’d take you hard and fast, just the way you both liked it. But tonight, Taehyung wanted to take his time with you, pour all his love unto you, shower you in the love you deserved.
“Tae…” You whined, grabbing his hands, and gesturing him to come closer, to hug you, to feel you. And how could he say no with your sultry eyes and your hair sprawled perfectly across his pillows like a goddess.
He dips down to kiss your lips again, gently tugging on your lower lip, earning a whimper from you as he goes down to face your heat. He can see your folds glistening with the little light seeping in from the windows. Peering up he can see your eyes closed, your chest rising and falling incredibly quick, and your lips tucked between your teeth—and what a sight that was for him. He couldn’t help but lick a hot stripe up your folds, finding your pretty pearl that awaited attention—attention that he was happily about to give. Sucking your clit gently, rolling it between his lips, you let out a breathy moan, wrapping your hands in his hair. Tugging gently at the golden strands and rolling your hips up to grind against the sinful acts of his lips. His tongue finding its way back to your seeping hole, prodding your entrance with his wet muscle before he pulls away to kiss your clit.
“Why-why did you stop?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes find his—and you were sure that he looked exactly like you, absolutely drunk off the feeling of being with each other, stunningly fucked out. He hadn’t done much to you at all, barely ate you out and you were at his mercy.
“Wanna try something,” He pulls you up and falls on his back to stare up at you. He had seated you directly on his hardened member, exciting you more. He stares up at you with a lazy smirk, “c’mere, sit on my face, pretty girl.”
You felt heat rush to your face and towards your lower region as you shuffle closer to his waiting lips. Three years together, and you rarely sat on his face. You couldn’t remember the last time you had—if you even did. Like the impatient man he was, Taehyung tugged you directly onto his mouth, his battered breathing against you almost made you sit entirely on his face right then and there, however Taehyung began speaking before you could.
“This’kay?” He whispers, eyes trained on yours. You nodded slightly before you lowered your hips to his waiting lips. You felt the warmth of his tongue back inside you, his hands gripping your ass, encouraging you to rock your hips against him, to use him for your pleasure. He sloppily licks up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, before turning his head to pepper kisses between your thighs, taking your folds in between his lips and sucking, biting—your head was spinning. You felt his fingers snake its way to your front, feeling him slick his finger up with your essence, before latching his mouth onto your clit again, sucking on it while he pushes a finger inside you.
“Fuck.” He groans as your hole tightens around his digit, sucking him in as he pumps in and out of you, “So pretty for me.”
His mouth, along with his fingers were absolutely sinful, he himself was a sin. Your mind was completely empty, nothing but the pleasure Taehyung was giving you occupied it as you chased your high, grinding down against the handsome man underneath you.
“Fu-fuck,” You gasped, rocking faster against his working tongue, clenching around his finger, you bit your lip when you felt another digit pressing against your opening. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head the minute Taehyung sunk his second finger deep inside you, a whine bubbling in your throat, feeling him fill you up so prettily with his long fingers.
“That’s it, jagi.” Taehyung grunts, unlatching himself from your sensitive pearl, “Close?” Nodding your head furiously, rocking your hips harder against him, his mouth finding your clit again and sucking harsher than before. The knot in your stomach tightens, moaning out for him to go harder, only for him to comply, growling into your sopping cunt as he pushes his fingers faster—wanting you to come undone on his face.
It didn’t take long for you to finish, with Taehyung’s free hand, he groped your ass tightly, shoving you closer into his mouth, moving his tongue side to side to stimulate your clit further, and that was enough to push you over the edge. Falling forward, you grip his hair in between your hands, pushing yourself down onto him harder, practically suffocating the poor man, yelping out in pure ecstasy as you came on his tongue. Chanting his name like a prayer, your hips stuttering as you feel yourself coming down. Taehyung rubs soothing circles on your thighs, gently pulling his soaking fingers out of you, whimpering as he does so, but only for you to sigh gratefully that his tongue was back inside you, cleaning you up. It wasn’t hurried, or quick; Taehyung’s tongue was gentle and soft, licking and pressing kisses wherever his tongue touched. Your hands loosely combs out the knots in his hair, brushing it away from his face as you admired him.
With a final kiss to your clit, which sends your body jolting forward, Taehyung scoots up from under you, gently pushing you to lay down next to him.
“I love you.” He whispers, bring your lips onto his. You could taste yourself faintly on his lips, but that never bothered either of you. Your tongues intertwined with one another like a tango, as he pulls you closer.
“I love you.” You agree, pressing another kiss to his lips, a ghost of a smile graces your fucked out faces. You slide down the bed untying the strings of his pants, kissing down his body, similarly to the way he did with you.
“Y/n—”
“Please,” You glanced up at him with your lower lip jutted out, “wanna make you feel good too, Tae.” You can see the lust resurfacing in his hazy eyes, he grunts as you pull him out of his confinements, holding his cock delicately in your hands.
“May I?”
How can he say no when you’re looking at him like that? The innocent face of his girlfriend staring at him with his cock in her hands—you almost looked innocent—almost, but Taehyung knew better. You were a minx, a dangerous woman, the definition of lust. And he was so unbelievably lucky to be able to call you his.
You didn’t wait for his response, lowering your head to press a little kiss on his swollen tip. Everything about Taehyung was beautiful, absolutely everything. It’s no surprise that the man sculpted by angels, was also gifted under the belt. He’s long, and not extremely thick, but enough to give you a pleasurable stretch to accommodate his size, and the best part was that he knew exactly how to use it. Stroking his member gently, poking your tongue out to lick a bit of his sweetness, you hear Taehyung sharply suck in air through clenched teeth. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, his very own was trained on you, lips caught between his teeth, watching your every move. Smirking to yourself, you drag your tongue down his lengthy shaft and back up to capture the thick head between your full lips, sucking him into your mouth.
“Oh fuck-“ Taehyung hissed, winding his fingers in your hair, “Your mouth is—god—so heavenly.” Teasing the tip more, you circled your tongue around it taking it back into your mouth, and slowly going down on him, pressing your nose against his pubic bone.
“Holy shit!” You pulled back to breath, peering up at Taehyung with his mouth hanging open in awe, “H-how did—”
“Secret.” You winked at him and you took him into your mouth once again, allowing him to push deeply into your throat (you can thank tiktok for the tips on how to get rid of your gag reflex). The blissful face Taehyung makes, pushes you to start bobbing your head up and down his cock, his grunts, and moans, along with the lewd noises of his cock hitting the back of your throat fills the bedroom.
“Oh-baby—fuck—just like that. Yes.”
You continued pleasuring him, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him a little harder, earning a grumbled moan from him, tugging your hair harder down onto his cock, thrusting his hips up to meet your lips.
“B-baby—” Taehyung mewled, “o-off please, don’t wanna—don’t wanna cum yet.” He unwillingly released his hands from your hair, allowing you to pull off with a pop, pressing a gentle kiss on the angry tip. He dragged your body up his, immediately locking your lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue in gently to deepen it.
Three years.
Three years of being together and you still got butterflies. The kisses always held a spark, the cuddles always made your heart flutter, the little moments with Aera still made you feel complete. They made you feel complete. You knew from the start you wanted life with them, with both Aera and Taehyung—and even now, with you naked on top of him, while he too, was lacking any sort of clothing (you weren’t even sure when he had time to strip himself), you still want a future with him.
You could feel Taehyung pressing himself against your center, teasing your hole, the anticipation killing you.
“You gonna push in or..?” Taehyung snorted, pecking your lips quickly and pulling away.
“You’re so not romantic, my love.” His hand reaches down to grip the base of his hardened length, guiding it towards your sopping entrance. You bit your lip the minute he pushed in, and the both of you let out a moan of relief. Finally getting what you both wanted.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
You rolled your hips on top of him, his palms on your ass, moving along with him, grinding pleasantly against each other. His hands harshly squeeze your flesh, earning a low growl from him the faster you rocked your hips.
“S-so tight still, what the fuck?”
Your eyes rolled back, biting your lip, “Would you rather me be loose?”
“Babeeee.” Taehyung whines, “I-fucking hell- I mean this in the nicest way possible,” His thrusts pick up, pushing your back against the bed, eyes glowering with lust, “Please shut the fuck up, and enjoy this dick.”
You clenched around him, sucking his cock in deeper, mewling at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you.
“Fuck,” He growls, dipping his head down to graze his teeth along your neck, “Fuck—I love you. I love you; I love you; I love you.”
“Need-need to cum, please Tae.” You groan against his ear, his hips thrusting harder into you, his breathing ragged.
“Me too, oh fuck.”
With a final thrust, Taehyung’s hips stills as you yelp from how deep he pushed in, feeling your walls being painted white, your body arches up to have him deeper than he already was. Taehyung curses at the sight; your bodies connected, pussy clenched tightly around his thick girth, your body arched up towards him, and your fists clenching beside your head. He peers down to admire the way your pussy clenched around him, your arousals mixing together, as some seeps out of your hole.
Pausing for a moment, Taehyung pulls himself out gently, rolling beside you; you shiver at the loss of being full, but you snuggle under his arm, gathering the warmth you could from your own personal furnace.
“I love you.” You whispered against his bare chest, his fingers drawing up and down your arms, like he always does after your bedroom festivities.
“I love you more than you know, princess.”
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New Years
“Nari, no!”
You looked behind you to see Yoongi’s hands in his hair, frantically running towards his daughter, who was climbing all over the gasless fireplace and from the looks of it, she looked like she was going to jump for the fun of it.
“Your kid is crazy.” You giggle at Seung, who just shrugged.
“She got it from her mama.” Seung winked at you, before running towards Yoongi, his face contorted into a scowl as he lectures his daughter.
It was now New Year’s Eve, about 20 minutes until the new year, and your entire friend group had decided that it would be fun to rent out a huge cabin to enjoy the day. And when you say huge… You mean huge.
The place had 7 quadrants, along with this living space in the middle of it all. Each family had their own quadrant, which was basically like a house within itself—minus the fact they it doesn’t have a kitchen, since there was a large kitchen attached to the living space that you were all currently in.
Not much had happen between Aera’s birthday, Christmas, and Tae’s birthday; however, you all celebrated together, but then again, that was nothing new at all.
“Mum?”
You immediately turned away from the Min’s to stare at Aera who was bouncing towards you with a smile and a juice pouch in one hand.
“What’s up, flower?” You crouched down to her height with a grin.
“Where’s dad?”
This caught you off guard. Last you saw Taehyung, he was with Jimin and Soomi, tossing the little girl like a football in the living room. Now that you really thought about it… That was at least half an hour ago.
Peering around the room, you noticed that the Min’s were cuddled on the couch watching the New Year’s celebrations on the television; Mi-ha was at the kitchen table with Namjoon and Yoon-ji playing chess, while Hobi hovered over the three, making small talk and giggling; the Park’s were playing a matching game on the floor with Soomi; Rae and Haru were seated on the floor with Mujin and Youngji who were conversating by themselves, while their mother’s had a conversation of their own; Jin’s family was on the opposite couch of the Min’s, Yuna and Ji-hoon’s head bobbing as their two parent’s continued to watch the celebration.
But no, Taehyung.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion… Where did he go?
“Anyone seen Tae?” You asked, earning a chorus of “no’s” and “dunno”.
“Bummer.” Aera grunts, crossing her arms, “You should really find him! It’s almost count down, plus—” Aera flails her arms, “You and dad haven’t missed a New Year’s kiss in three years!”
“Yeah, that’s like, so weird, that he’s not here…” Jimin hides his knowing smirk, confusing you even more.
“Hm… Maybe you should check outside? Maybe the balcony, you know how Tae adores that balcony.” Mi-ha suggests giving you a warm grin.
Your eyes narrowed, “Why do I have this uneasy feeling that you all are up to something?”
“Us?” Yoongi scoffs, putting a hand to his heart, “How dare you accuse us of such nonsense. As a fi—ow!”
“As a fine woman such as yourself,” Seung scolds Yoongi, who was rubbing his arm from his wife’s assault, “aren’t you a little worried that, oh, I don’t know, lost your long-term boyfriend?”
“In a house?” You deadpan.
“Y/n, it’s a big house… You know how hyung can get—aish—overwhelmed” Jungkook states breathlessly running into the living space from God knows where.
“Wait a minute… Where have you been?” You pressed, watching Jungkook’s doe eyes grow wider.
“Uh—I was—running, you know, outside!”
“Okay,” You shake your head, “What is going on here? Why are you all acting as if you know what’s happening and I’m the only one that’s out of the loop? Where’s Taehyung?”
“Ouuuu,” Aera mocks, “Mom’s in mom modeeee.”
Before you could utter out another word, Mi-ha rushes to you and pushes you towards your quadrant of the house, opening the connecting door to your hallway, and shoving you in, and blocking the door.
“Hey what the heck!!” You screeched, fists banging on the door. To your annoyance, you could hear the rest of your friends laughing and giggling as they worked together to keep you blocked in.
“Just go to your room! You won’t regret it!” You hear Jimin shout through fits of laughter. Grunting out in annoyance you step away from the room and followed the hallway down towards your shared room with Taehyung.
“I swear to fuck if I die.” You mumbled under your breath. Suddenly feeling at ease when you see rose petals leading towards your bedroom, along with tealight candles decorating the hardwood floor. Your heart was pounding, all of a sudden nervous.
What’s going on?
You reached your bedroom to see the door slightly ajar, so you pushed on it.
There, standing in the middle of your bedroom, was your handsome boyfriend; dressed in all white with his boxy smile on his face the minute you entered.
“Tae?”
“You found me!” He chuckles coming forward, “I thought you really didn’t care that you hadn’t seen me all night.”
You scoffed, “Don’t be dramatic… It was like half an hour.”
“Half an hour too long, jagi.” He smiled taking your hands in his and wrapping it around his neck, “What time is it?”
“Uhm,” You peered around him to stare at the clock on the wall, “11:58.”
“Aiiish—gotta do this quick then huh?” Before you could ask him what he was talking about, Taehyung sighs.
“Tae—what’s going on?”
“You know I love you, right?” That was never a good sign—you know that line from every romance movie ever… He was about to break things off…
“Wh-what? I-yeah of course I know…” You whisper, tears suddenly forming in your eyes, “Tae are—are you breaking up with me..?”
Taehyung’s eyes widened, his eyes filled with panic, “Wh—what? No, baby, no, no!” You sucked in a huge breath of air.
“OH, thank fuck!”
“Quite the opposite, actually.” Taehyung scratches the back of his neck, pulling out a velvet box that made your eyes widened.
“Are-are you?”
“I love you, Y/n. I have never loved anyone so much—never met anyone who fit perfectly in Aera’s life But, there’s something about you, from the moment we first met, I knew there was something special about you. We’ve been through a lot, most of it my fault for being so confusing—but we’re here now. And—” Taehyung looks at you, watery eyes staring at your own, “you remember when we first got together? I said I wanted to do life with you?”
You nodded, suddenly feeling your throat close up at what you know is coming. Your heart is so full, that you weren’t sure you were going to be able to respond at all.
“Well…” Taehyung gets down on one knee, staring up at you, “Now, I wanna do forever with you…” He opens the box to the prettiest ring you had ever seen; simple, yet elegant. So, you.
“Y/n, will you do forever with me as my life partner, as my soulmate, as Mrs. Kim? Will you marry me?”
Choking back a sob you bend down to connect your lips to his. Enclosing his soft lips around yours, molding together as one. Taehyung places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss and wiping away the tears that you didn’t realize had fallen. The love that was put into that kiss along… You could get used to this for the rest of your life. Pulling away from Taehyung, you both giggled, planting soft pecks against each others lips again, before Taehyung smirks at you.
“Is that a yes?” Hitting his arm, you nodded.
“Of course, Tae…” Pecking your lips one more time, Taehyung takes the ring and slips in onto your ring finger, pulling you in for another kiss.
“What time is it now, baby?” He mumbles against your mouth.
“Hmm?” You hummed, still feeling like you were on cloud nine, you look behind your fiancé’s head.
“00:05.” As the words left your mouth, Taehyung captures your lips once more; fireworks could be heard outside your bedroom, along with the hollers and screeches coming from your friends, but right at this moment—it seemed like the world had faded away; it felt as if the only people on the world right now was you and Taehyung.
"Aiiish, I'm five minutes late for our New Year's kiss..." Taehyung pouts cutely, sucking his bottom lip in, you giggled brushing his hair out of his face, pecking his lips one more time.
"Nah, it's okay bub," You smiled up at him, "Hm... Although, I'm a little peeved that you got everyone in on your proposal and none of them told me... Buncha fakes."
Taehyung laughs loudly, pulling you closer into a hug, "Princess... I had been hinting at proposing for a while."
"Huh?"
"Did you think I was asking your ring sizes for shits and giggles?"
"Well..."
Taehyung snorted, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "You're so damn lucky you're cute."
Taehyung fiddles with his ring on your finger as the two of you leave your bedroom to share the happy news with your friends, to which they all cheered loudly and hugged the both of you, along with Aera planting a soft kiss on each of your cheeks.
After all the two of you had been through, along with the amazing friendships you had made—not to forget the amazing daughter than you helped raise—you were finally getting your happy ending, and you couldn’t wait what the future has in store for you three.
a/n: and that's a wrap for "colours"!!! I'm so happy you all have enjoyed this mini ride, and I'm so thankful for all the love and support I have gotten on this story.
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special shout out to @xpeachesncream for being my support system throughout my writing journey ((: love ya long time, Nikki<3
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I hope that you enjoyed this epilogue for our "colours" couple, like I said, it's not the end of them, so please look forward to future drabbles and whatnot (:.
summary: you're late, and yunho doesn't like people being late. Both him and Mingi decide to punish you for being so distracted. Wanting you to learn your lesson.
genre: smut
warnings: pwp, daddy kink, dacryphilia, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, creampie, oral (f + m receiving), edging, heavy orgasm, degradation, praising, soft mingi, really angry yunho, a lot of nicknames like baby and princess, reader has a weak spot for mingi, and probably more
(not proofread)
Your heart was beating faster than ever while you made your way towards your house. Running for your life. Yunho told you specifically to come home at seven because he wanted to spend time with you and Mingi before going to an extra shift at work, and here you were, more than late.
When you got there you clumsily opened the door with the keys and entered as fast as possible inside making you collide with Yunho's broad chest. He looked down at you, a serious expression on his face. You could tell he was mad. Really mad. "Where were you y/n? I told you that you should be here at seven. Didn't you listen to me?" You gulped nervously not knowing how to answer, because no matter what you said he would stay mad at you "has the cat got your tongue?" He held your face with one of his large hands, squishing it. "N-no" you shook your head "then fucking answer me." "I got distracted... And when I looked at the clock it was already too late. I'm sorry" he shook his head disappointed, making you feel really bad. "I'm really sorry Yunho, I didn't want to, I'm sorry" you held onto his shirt almost crying. "Well now it's too late to be sorry babe" he squished you face even more. "Mingi is waiting for you in the bedroom. He's going to punish you while I'm not at home. And when I get here, I'm going to punish you myself. Got it?" you nodded at his words "Yes daddy" "good girl. Now go" you started walking to the bedroom.
You saw Mingi on the bed, his phone between his hands. You didn't know it, but he was texting Yunho. As the taller gave him instructions on what to do with you. But he thought some of the things were quite harsh, so he wasn't going to do all of them. Mingi was known to be the softer out of the two. He would still punish you, but in his own way. When he noticed your presence he left his phone on the bedside table and went towards you. "You've been very bad today baby" he leaned against you one of his hands moving to your waist. "You should have seen Yunho's face, he was so angry" he now caressed your cheek "He even payed it with me, yelling in my face" he pouted "I'm sorry Minnie" you copied his facial expression "well, it's too late now to say sorry" he pressed you against the wall kissing your lips.
"You need to start behaving y/n" he said kissing your neck "it's the third time this week we have to punish you" he looked up shaking his head at you "I'm starting to think, that you like being punished baby. Am I right?" He tilted his head, a smirk decorating his lips "N-no" you lied and he tsked at you "You don't? Then I should stop" he pulled away from you completely. "N-no don't go" you held onto his arm "then tell me the truth baby" he leaned in again holding your hips. "I do like the punishments, I do" he smiled widely "that's what I wanted to hear. Then I'll continue" he attacked your neck once more, leaving a few marks, but still a lot of space free. He knew that Yunho wanted to leave a bunch of purple hickeys on your neck and all over your body.
"Do you know what Yunho told me to do? He told me to spank you, and edge you until you're crying and telling me to stop" his hand swiftly took your shirt off while he started delivering kisses lower. He didn't tell you everything Yunho wanted to do obviously, cause he definitely wasn't going to do it. He was way too good with you to do anything that he thought was too mean. "Why were you late baby?" He asked now kneeling in front of you, his hands hooked on the hem of your shorts. "I-i just got distracted" a shaky breath left your lips as he started to take off the piece of clothing that was bothering him. He needed to get to your sensitive spot. That was his mission at the moment. "Next time be more careful" he warned you slapping your thigh. "I will daddy" he slapped your thigh once more "hey, wrong nickname sweetheart. That's for Yunho" you looked down at him remembering that Mingi wasn't really into that kind of stuff "I'm sorry baby" when he heard you call him that he couldn't help but smile. Mingi would never admit it, but he was indeed a baby, and he liked being called that. He was your and Yunho's baby.
He parted your legs and removed the last piece of fabric that was on his way with his teeth. And when he finally saw his objective he didn't think twice before sinking in, starting too lick all over. Making you shiver at the sudden sensation. Your hands moved to grip his hair, but he caught them before you could. "Bad girls don't get to do what they want" you simply complied, as you couldn't do anything else. You had to behave, and maybe, just maybe Mingi would let you reach your high.
He dived right back between your legs. Loosing no time. He knew how to make you feel good, and he was going to use it in his advantage. His tongue was doing wonders, making your head feel dizzy. You could feel that familiar sensation on your lower abdomen, and you knew that soon you were going to come. But to your disadvantage he also knew. He stopped all of his movements. Making you whine loudly. Mingi pulled away from you, admiring your figure before heading to the bed. He sat down tapping his thigh. You already knew what he wanted so carefully you went towards him. Placing your body on his lap, stomach facing down.
His hand made almost immediate contact with your ass. Mingi's eyes fixated on the red mark of his hand on your skin. "How many do you think I should give you?" He asked now rubbing the zone were his hand made an impact "t-ten..?" you answered softly, looking up at him with a little pout. Thinking that maybe that would convince him. He smiled at you, loving the way your glossy eyes looked at him. "Hm, because you asked so prettily I'll only give you fifteen spanks" he caressed your head enjoying how you pouted even more. You dropped your head to the mattress and closed your eyes, expecting the burning sensation. "Count them" he said before starting to do what he just told you.
After fifteen of them your eyes were watery as you tried to contain your tears. His warm hands were now caressing the red skin. Trying to ease a bit of the pain. "You were so good baby, so good my princess" his other hand caressed your cheek. Mingi couldn't help but to be soft with you. You were his little doll, he couldn't hurt you too much. He wasn't able. He needed to be careful. Not wanting to cross the line and do something that would actually damage you.
"Can you make me feel good princess?" He questioned while his eyes were glued on yours. He always got lost in them. Admiring how they sparkled like you had a whole galaxy inside.
You nodded eagerly at what he asked. Struggling a bit to get down of the bed. Once you did you placed yourself on your knees, between your lover's legs. Slowly you pulled down his pants along with his underwear. You could see that he was already hard, probably waiting for this moment. Eager to please him you put the whole thing in your mouth, hearing how he let out a sigh of relief. His hand tangled in your hair, still letting you set the pace. You started bobbing your head up and down, wanting to hear more from the boy above you. Mingi was already a whining mess, he loved the feeling of your lips around him. It just felt so good and warm. Unconsciously he pulled you down, making your nose hit the skin of his lower abdomen. You tried to hold your breath as much as you could, before tapping his leg gently. He immediately let go of you and you pulled away. He caressed your hair gently seeing how you coughed and tried to catch your breath. "I'm sorry princess, I just got too excited. You're so good" you smiled at him and shook your head "it's nothing, don't worry, I'm fine babe" you rested your head on his thigh before starting the blowjob again.
Mingi made you pull away from him when his high approached him. As he wanted to end inside of you before Yunho came back. Because it was only an extra shift it wasn't too long, maybe in an hour he would be there already. And the silver haired boy was more than sure that when the taller one was home, he would get absolutely nothing. So he had to take advantage of the time left.
He helped you get on the bed before going above you, his hands placed on each side of your head. He slowly eased himself inside of you. Making you close your eyes and moan in pleasure. Once he was inside he waited for a bit, and when he felt that you were already used to his size, he started moving.
His thrusts were slow but deep, making it very pleasurable for both of you. With time he started going faster and faster, chasing his high, and also yours. "I'm close" you announced and he smirked "remember you can't cum" he told you before his movements picked up even more speed. You held onto the bedsheets while trying to suppress the feeling of release, as you didn't want to get punished even more by Yunho. He was way worse and meaner than Mingi, so if you behaved well with the soft one, he would probably tell Yunho you were a good girl. And that was an extra point for you.
The boy kept moving on top of you, his movements becoming more sloppy. And then finally he came. Giving you two deep thrusts before pulling out. He watched his cum drip down from your heat. Thinking it was the hottest thing ever.
"Are you okay?" Mingi's hand went towards your cheek, caressing it gently. "Yeah. I'm fine, just a little frustrated" you pouted "I know princess, but you can't come yet. If you do Yunho will be mad, and even rougher with you" he laid down next to you holding you close "And I don't want that" he kissed your forehead. "You're the best Minnie. The cutest baby" you wrapped your arms around his neck, now kissing his lips passionately.
While you were deep into the kiss you heard the door of the bedroom slam open. Making you jump a little, you definitely didn't expect that. Yunho was standing there, clearly still mad at you. And now even more, as he thought that when he got home you would be a sobbing mess, begging Mingi to stop. But of course, the other male was too soft with you, he always was. You turned your attention to the man between your arms and you saw how he pouted, already expecting the worse.
"You." He pointed at Mingi "you're going to stand here, and watch me teach her a lesson. Because apparently you couldn't do it" he started approaching the bed "but you can't touch yourself" he grabbed Mingi's arm and helped him stand up. The boy had the biggest puppy eyes ever, as he didn't want that. Not touching himself would be extremely hard. "Don't go looking at me like that. I told you what to do. And you didn't do it. So now deal with it" he shoved the boy to the side before jumping on the bed.
"B-but he did do it" you finally spoke up, receiving a frown from the taller one "h-he spanked me and edged me. I still haven't cum" One of Yunho's hands wrapped around your neck, pressing gently on both sides, making it hard to breathe properly. "Did I tell you to talk?" You shook your head "then stay quiet. Good girls behave. Not like you" you wanted to answer him so badly, just to tell him that you were a good girl. His good girl. But you didn't. Wanting to comply his orders.
"Now let me teach you a lesson baby, because you need it, so badly." He manhandled you onto his lap, your ass facing up. "Now, don't make any sounds. Stay quiet until I tell you to. And when I ask you a question, answer in the shortest way possible" you nodded gently and placed your head on the mattress, looking at him.
He gave your ass a harsh slap, way more hard than the ones Mingi gave you. "Why did you come late?" "I was distracted" Another slap "wrong answer." He held your cheeks in his hand, deforming your face into an involuntary pout "because I was a bad girl?" You asked thinking that was what he was searching for "exactly. A very bad girl" and once again a slap was delivered to your ass. Which each question he would slap you, marking the skin with his hands. Tears were already streaming down your cheeks with the tenth slap, as he was being too mean with you. You could tell that this time you angered him for real.
"You always act so innocent like you know nothing. But you're just dumb. My dumb baby. Do you want daddy to fuck you brainless huh? Is that what you want? Is that why you behave like this?" His hand impacted once again, making you grip the bedsheets tighter "yes, yes daddy. Please. Please fuck me" you whined weakly. Just wanting to have him inside you. Fucking you senseless like he always did.
You did enjoy the closeness and softness that Mingi gave you, but there was something about Yunho's roughness that made you go inside. You enjoyed it so much. You just wanted to please him. Be his little good slut. It was something that only he could make you feel.
"Aww, baby is so desperate" he caressed your hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling it up, making you arch your back. "Little does she know that she needs to please daddy first. Because if she doesn't she's just gonna stay here, with a vibrator shoved in her until she's begging daddy to turn it off" you looked at him in the eyes, and when he let go of your hair. You moved. Now going between his legs.
You clumsily started to unbuckle his belt, the tears making your vision kind of foggy. "You see" he said looking at Mingi, who was just shyly standing up beside the bed. He was already hard again, fighting his urges to touch himself. "This is what she needs. She likes this Mingi. Right baby?" He looked down at you, smiling. Now seeing you pump his cock, your tiny hand wrapped around his shaft "y-yes daddy" you mumbled while nodding "you need to be less scared to hurt her. She's not a porcelain doll" he gripped your hair once more and shoved you down on his dick. Making you gag almost immediately.
Mingi frowned at Yunho's words. He didn't care about it. He would still treat you like the most precious thing in the world. Because to him. You were.
Yunho kept pushing you down, enjoying the feeling of your warm mouth around him. He let go of you a few times so you could breathe, and then he came inside of your throat. Without him having to say anything you swallowed it all, sticking your tongue out so he could see. He smiled at you before holding you by your neck "good girl" he said and without warning he spit into your mouth. You didn't think much about it and swallowed too, wanting to make your boyfriend proud.
He patted your head before manhandling your body again. He placed you on all fours, your head pressed to the pillow below you. "The safe word is?" "Wave" "very good, you remember well" he placed both of his hands on your hips and slammed into you. You were wet enough so that wasn't a problem. What was a problem was trying to contain yourself. You were so sensitive from all the edging before, that it was beginning to be impossible to contain yourself. "Daddy can I please cum? Please, please" you begged.
Yunho placed his hand on your neck, pulling you up, pressing your back to his chest "will you misbehave again?" "I won't I promise daddy" you held onto his wrist, trying to have more stability. "Then cum baby, do it" he whispered into your ear. And as if it was a magical spell you started convulsing in his arms. Your legs shaking abruptly. He held you down and once you came down from you high. Oh boy, he went feral on you.
He started slamming his hips as fast as possible, holding your head down on your pillow making you yelp. Your moans increased, almost coming out as screams as he moved like that inside of you. "S-slow down" you breathed out feeling how another orgasm was approaching you "shut up" he muttered holding you down even harder.
He kept pistoning into you, until he finally came. Releasing all of his seed into you. He stayed like that for a few seconds. Before pulling away and watching you almost collapse on the mattress.
