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Summary:  fear fɪə/ noun 1. an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.

Genre: Romance.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature  (fluff + angst? + s m u t)

Length: 3.1k

Warnings: daddy!kink +(super lame attempt at) mafia!yoongi + mentions of blood + slight knife play

fear fɪə/ noun 1. an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.

Fear is waking up in the middle of the night to the front door closing. Fear is staying still surrounded by cold sheets waiting to get warm. Fear is laying your head on a pillow meant to be shared. Fear means loneliness. Fear takes form of a closed off throat. Fear is not being able to sleep at all.

Fear is in the form of dragging feet tiredly along the floor. Fear is bloodstains on the carpet. Fear is the sound of undoing ties and unbuttoning wrinkled white shirts painted in red. Fear is the sound of knuckles cracking. Fear sounds like dropping onto a swivel chair and leaning your head back. Fear sounds like exhausted but relieved sighs.

Fear is waiting. Fear is kisses that linger for too long. Fear is phone calls that last too short. Fear is needing and missing. Fear is saying goodbye. Fear is brushing away tears and hoping he'll be home soon. Fear is not knowing where he goes or where he is. Fear is not knowing when he's coming back.

Fear is not knowing whether he's coming back or not.

Taking a deep breath, you push the silk sheets out of your body. You sit up and, chills immediately running down your spine and you're contemplate whether they're caused by the February freezing wheather or the thought that Yoongi was only a couple meters away from you. You're still amazed by the effect his mere presence has on you, even if you can't see, touch or smell him. You can feel him.

Not bothering to put on your slippers on, your bare feet make their way towards your bedroom door while you rub your eyes, trying to erase any sign of slumber on your face. Not like you were getting much sleep anyway. You never did if Yoongi wasn't on his side of the bed right next to you.

You walk through the darkness of your house. It's too big of a place. Too big for it to be occupied by two people, one of whom is barely ever there. It's too big of a place, yet you don't even have to swith on the light. You've already memorized every inch, every single step, every single room and every single wall to wander around with your eyes blinded. And soon enough you find yourself in Yoongi's office.

He's told you many times to stay away from it, to not bother him while his working on his God knows how many illegal and extremely dangerous activities before locking himself away from you and the world. Your world.  

This time, though, the door is open but you stay still, leaning against the doorframe

Sure, it's not the first time you've seen it. You've just never had the opportunity to put a foot inside. The lights are off as well, but the grand crystal wall in the back is enourmous enough to allow the moonshine to iluminate it with grey and blue tones. There's a couch with a small tea table in front, a couple shelves full of books Yoongi's even ever read, and a desk surprisingly neat.

And he's right there. Basically laying down on the chair behind the desk, head up high resting against it the back of it with his eyes closed.Your heart clutches in your chest at the sight and you almost, almost forget you're mad at him for not calling or texting you or sending you one of his many men to let you know he was ok while he was away.

As if he could listen to the thoughts in your mind wondering whether you should step inside or not, he startles you by speaking up. “Come here.”

His voice is low and gruff as it always is, but it holds a tone full of weariness. However, it still has the power to make the old butterflies in your stomach appear once again, just like the first time you heard it.

Hesitating, you pull the fallen strap of your satin night gown up in place. It's the gown he gifted you on your second anniversary. 'You're going to wear this only for me and you're going to wear it until I'm the one who takes it off.', he had said after you opened the box. You had blushed and kept your promise, and he had kept his.

You walk with uneasy steps until you're standing in front of him. You ignore the metal gun placed He doesn't move. He hasn't moved at all the whole time you were there. You've always admired him for being able to always maintain such an stoic demeanor, no matter what the situation was.

You reach out with no vacillation and gently let your fingers comb through his silver bangs, pushing them back and you can finally take in his features after a long time of only remembering them through pictures. Your hand slowly travels to his cheek, tracing fresh scars and dried flecks of burgundy until it cups his jaw, the ring placed on your middle finger shining the only thing shining in the room. He finally opens his eyes and looks at you. The same black orbs with dark circles uderneath that said goodbye months ago were staring right into you, filled with fatigue. Yoongi was never a man of words, but his eyes shouted everything his lips couldn't. And they were voicing how hard it had been without you and how much he had missed you.

You swallow the lump in your throat as his eyelids flutter closed again. Lifting a hand, he engulfs yours in it. His other hand, instead, ends up wrapping around the back of your naked thigh, puling you closer and his frozen skin almost makes you gasp if you hadn't been accostumed to it already. But you are. The pads of his calloused fingers feel rough against yours and there's always been something so satisfying about such a contrast. He leans against the warmth of the palm of your hand and you can feel tears prickling in the back of your eyes, but you push them away and decide to run your thumb along the bruise of his lower lip. He places a small kiss on it and it's you who speaks this time before licking your lips.

“How have you been?” your voice is calm as his lips try to find the palm of your hand, kissing it. He keeps adorning your sking with kisses along your wirst and forearm, the hand on your thigh firmly bringing your body to his and you love instant jolt that runs from your head to your toe and settles on your core.

“I've been better.” you don't question further. You know he doesn't like you asking about business. You decide to wrap your arms wrap around him now, both hands on his neck as his wrap around you as well, both hands on the back of your thighs. He feels warmer. You feel warmer. It feels like home. “How have you two been?” he murmurs against your clothed stomach.

“How did you know?” you bite your lip. The whole room would be silent if it wasn't for the loud beating of your heart. You're sure even he can hear it from down there.

“Taehyung found two positive pregnancy tests on the trash can.” his nose nuzzles over your belly button and you roll your eyes and bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“You sent Taehyung to look through our garbage?” your hands played with the hair on the back of his neck and you felt him smirking.

“I sent Taehyung to make sure you were safe. Him finding the pregnancy tests was just a lucky casuality.” he says simply. His fingers toy with the hem of your gown, slowly hiking it up until your lacy underwear comes into view. He hums in appreciation before looking up at you again. “How long?”

“Three months. Right before you left.”

He gets on his feet suddenly. His hands cradle your face and he stares into your eyes. This time they 're speaking again. But it has nothing to do with relief after making sure you're okay, it has nothing to do with anger for being away for so long, it has nothing to do with fear of losing you. It has all to do with hope, excitement, happiness, desire, joy and love.

“I love you.” again, Yoongi is not the type to say that often, yet, the way his voice holds every single emotion he hasn't experienced for the past months make the tears in your eyes reappear. The moment he sees them watering, he swallows them with a desperate kiss. One that leaves you breathless,  but Yoongi's kisses always leave you breathless, regardless of how brief they were. This one,  though. This one is like no other one. You've missed the way kis lips felt against yours and you open your mouth without doubt, allowing him inside.

Your tongues, old lovers seeing each other for the first time after many years, meet again and you both moan at the same time. His hands  find your waist, slamming you against his suit claded chest and your arms encircle his neck. Leaving no space between your bodies, he presses you against his desk as his fingers begin to bunch your gown over your hips. With one arm wrapped around your waist and the other one lifting one of your legs so it rests against his hip, he doesn't stop kissing you until you're sitting on the wooden table.

His lips leave your mouth to attack your neck, leaving new purple and red marks, as well aswet spots on your flesh. You say his name as you tilt your head back, eyes closed and letting him completely take over your collarbone.

“So soft.” he says, voice muffled by your skin as his hand pulls down the straps of your gown. You shiver at the sudden exposed area of your breasts and gasp when he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue cirlces around it while his teeth bruise it, letting it out with a loud pop and eliciting a loud moan from your lips while his hand makes sure not to leave your other breast free of attention. “Fuck, babygirl. You have no idea how hard I've been these past months just thinking about this.”

His lips find yours again in another heated kiss while his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling your core to his prominent erection strained under his suit pants. “Did you miss me?”

Too distracted by the feeling of his cock against your dripping center, you forget to answer him. He responds by burying one of his hands between your locks of hair, yanking it back  you open your eyes to find his. He thrusts his hips against you and another jolt of electricity runs through your body. “Answer me.” his voice is low and threatning and it made the fabric of your underwear stick to the lips of your pussy. Years ago, the idea of any men being possesive disgusted you. It went against your idea of feminism and your beliefs as a woman and you swore to yourself you would never let any man dominate you. But after meeting Yoongi and discovering how much he enjoyed being in control in the bedroom, you ended up enjoying it way more than you would've liked to admit.

“Did you miss me?” he repeats again, tugging at your hair once more.

“Yes, daddy.” you say breathless. You see the corner of his mouth curling upwards, the beginning of a smile that he tried to conceal, the previous exhaustation in his eyes is long forgotten and is now replaced with pure lust and eagerness.

“Good girl.” he pushes himself away from you, and you protest by whining and trying to reach out to him. “Turn around for daddy and place your hands on the desk.” Slowly, you do as he says, your back now to him and the palm of your hands pressing on the wood under you. “Now lean forward.”

Bending over the desk, your ass perking up and your naked breast meeting the cold surface, you anticipate his next command.

Yoongi, however, is too busy appreciating every inch of your body exposed to him in that position. He pulls your underwear down right before your thighs start but leaving the on until your ass is completely uncovered. His hands rest on your buttcheeks, lightly massaging them as his fingertips begin to dig into your flesh. “I wish you could see how marvelous your ass iss, baby girl.”  Without warning, his palm collides with your skin and you choke on a gasp. “It looks better like this, though.”

You feel your core pulsating and your juices slipping past your lower lips and down your inner thighs. You need to feel him inside you. You feel one of his hands traveling lower until his fingers run along your slit. You tense immediately and bite your lip to hold back a moan as he collects some of your fluids.“Yoongi.” you call and you realize your mistake the moment his name slips past your mouth. He smacks you again with his other hand and your nails scratch the wooden surface.

“Shit, baby girl, you're so wet.” his fingers keep slow dancing across your opening, teasingly, until he slips his middle and index finger inside you with ease. Your hips buckle back, in a pathetic attempt at trying to push it further inside. You groan in frustration when he lets out a chuckle. “Look at you, trying to fuck yourself with my fingers like a good slut.” He slaps you again and you moan louder as his fingers begin to move painfully slow.  

“Daddy, please.” you beg and you can recognize the neediness in your voice. It's the same needy tone you always used with your husband.

He pulls his fingers out of you and with his other hand grips your hair and yanks you backwards. Your ass is resting against his crotch and his chest is pressed against yours. Hi places his glistening fingers in front of your mouth and he grunts a “Open up”, which you more than gladly oblige. You take them between your lips and your tongue swirls around them, humming as you taste yourself.

Once you're finished, his still wet fingers take your chin and turn your head to the side so you're facing him. He inspects your eyes in silence and you wonder what he's thinking, you wonder what's exactly going through his mind. But you don't have much time to keep thinking about it, because he's kissing you again and you're moaning again. “Yoongi, I need you. Please.” you manage to say through kisses and you almost scream in joy when you hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down.

He stops kissing you to start kissing your neck while he frees his member out of his clothes. With one hand on your hip keeping you still, and his other hand placing his rock hard dick in your entrance, his teeth graze your earlobe as his tip pushes inside you.

You both moan in delight after he eases himself inside of you all the way. He doesn't move at first, taking his and your time to enjoy and appreciate the feeling of him filling you up again after months. “Is it ever going to stop feeling this good?” he ask between your neck and your shoulder and you smile, shaking your head no.

Then, he's bending you over his desk again and that's when he starts pounding into you. You say his name over and over again and he grunts in response behind you. You love it when he makes love to you tenderly, and you love it when he's like this, rough, fast, and desperate. It's the way he fits so perfectly inside you and the way he hits that certain spot that makes your toes curl and your hands try to grab onto something for life. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room as well as the obscene wet sound of his dick entering you, leaving you and entering you again, and again.

Maybe it's your hormones, maybe it's because you haven't been this intimate with Yoongi for the past three months, or maybe it's because he's the only one capable of making you feel this way, but you can already feel your climax aproaching.

Yoongi seems as gone as you, sweat is starting to fall down his temples and is making his still intact  blood stained white shirt cling against his back, but still, his hand reaches out and opens up a drawer next to him. You can't see what's in his hand because your cheek against his desk doesn't allow you to, so you close your eyes and decide to keep enjoying him fucking you from behind.

Then, out of sudden, you feel it.

On your right ass cheek. A sharp edge dragging across your flesh and it stings. You can feel him scribbling lines on your skin, earning a slight yelp from your lips and a small drop of blood sliding down your glute. The pain is nothing like you've ever felt before and it makes the pleasurable sensation even more instense.

You open your eyes at the sound of an object dropping on the desk only to find a knife -Yoongi's favourite knife- resting right next to your head.

And then his hands are grabbing your hips, harder than before and he's pounding ginto you, harder than before. The desk shakes, some papers and pencils fall to the floor and you're screaming when he makes you reach your peak. Your walls tighten around him, your hands look for the edge of the table until your knuckles turn white and you feel him giving a final thrust harmonizing with a loud grunt coming from his chest. Emptying himself inside you, he collapses on top of you, chest to back and both hands on either side of your head, trying to catch his breath as you try to catch yours.

He kisses your head, the back of your neck, your shoulders and every bit of newly found skin he can find. One of his arms wraps around your middle, the palm of his hand rubbing soothing circles on your growing belly, bringing you up closer to him while he places murmured 'I Love you's' against your ear. His other hand travels back to your ass. You don't need a mirror to let you know know that the smudged red lines that his now stained fingers are currently tracing over your skin spell the initials of his name.

MY.

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Perxitaa: La madre de Elemao

La mamá de Elemao es muy negra, ¿eh?