just wanted to say u write sexual tension so realistically and i love it???? i esp noticed it in buzz part 1 but like i love how ur not afraid to let ur characters be awkward and even though it’s fiction it’s rooted in realism like no one is always saying witty one-liners or being too ooc u write them like college age boys and i love it!!! keep it up :)
aw thank you! i can’t really remember buzz that well because it’s been a long long time since i wrote it but i remember that first part was built heavily on sexual tension! so i’m glad i pulled it off!! and yeah, i love adding realistic/awkward bits into my fics/smut because in real life sex is anything but perfect! so yay :’)) i’m glad you enjoy it!
Buzz Yoongi, you always enter y/n's room without even knocking, and the last time you did it, you saw her having fun. Is that really your intention for not knocking?
“I admit, hand on my heart, that I didn’t imagine what I’d find when I barged into her room that night. I always used to do it—instinct if you will… but I’m pleased it ended up the way it did! I’d secretly liked her for a while. I’m glad she trusted me.”
Hi Honeyyy- Do you still accept the muse question? If you do may I ask BUZZ Yoongi, how is life with Y/N now and DTMS Yoongi how is life and relationship with Y/N Thank you LOve
Buzz Yoongi: “Life is perfect. She’s my best friend and my girlfriend. I’ve never been happier. I’m so glad I barged into her room that fateful night!”
Dtms Yoongi: “Things are great. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember that Y/N actually gave me a second chance. I still don’t think I deserve it but I’m glad she did anyway. I’d spend every day with her if I could. I love her very much.”
pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— smut
words— 4,307
original story— here
request— yoongi’s point of view in buzz 1.0
» 1.0 :: 2.0 :: 3.0 ✓
“Did you hear about Namjoon the other day? He totally—
Yoongi’s words ceased in his throat as he entered your bedroom, flinging the door open loudly, having already started conversation. It was often he let himself inside, having learnt the code to your apartment months ago now. It didn't cross his mind that he could ever be interrupting you with something… or in this case catching you with something…
Catching you with what though, he didn't see because one minute you were moving quickly, opening your drawer to put something inside, the next you were sitting up straight, the most forced relaxed expression on your face, but he heard a light thud hit the floor and then a rolling noise. Whatever you had dropped had missed its destination and was now under the bed…
“What are you doing?” He asked, narrowing his eyes, accusation already in his voice. Whatever you were hiding from him, he wanted to know.
“What are you doing?” You shot, obviously trying to change the subject. “Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude not to knock—or enter someone's key code to make yourself at home?”
“People only say that when they're up to something… What was it that you dropped on the floor just now?” He asked, going straight for the point, a frown of thought on his face as he looked over your body before he adverted his gaze and shuffled. Your vest top was riding up and he could see the smooth skin of your stomach from where he stood, as well as one of your straps had fallen down your shoulder and just like magic, you pulled it up quickly.
Shit. You'd noticed him. He wasn't a pervert—honest. It was just hard keeping his cool sometime when he was pretty sure he had a major crush on you—his friend.
“I didn't drop anything.” You answered defiantly, looking him in the eyes, and he cleared his throat, ignoring his little moment of weakness to turn into Sherlock Holmes.
“I heard it though.” He challenged.
“You must be hearing things then.” You quipped.
“I saw it though.” He said slowly, eyes narrowed.
“Then you must be seeing things.” You answered lightning fast, pretty obviously wanting him to shut the fuck up, but he was Min Yoongi—he was annoying, so he kept on going.
“Swear on your cat’s life you didn't drop anything.” He ordered, feeling smug as he folded his arms in front of chest. You loved your cat more than anything—you wouldn't lie if it involved him.
“He has a name.” You scolded.
“Fine! Swear on George’s life then.” He rushed, sighing loudly, desperate for you to give in and tell him what had rolled under the bed.
“HA! See, I knew you were hiding something!” He yelled with glee, as he watched you balk, smiling wildly as he pointed his finger at you. “I’ll just have to look for myself then, won't I?”
Honestly, by now he was acting on autopilot. He wasn't even thinking about what could be under there, if he was he probably would have realised long along what it was, but he was Yoongi—he didn't think, and besides, he liked winding you up—you looked cute when you were mad.
He rounded the corner of your bed, dipping to his knees quickly before craning his neck to look under the bed, that's when he heard the bed creek and then your hands were gripping his shoulders, trying to push him away.
“Yoongi, get lost! Stop being a weirdo!” You screamed, as he dodged away from your grip and duck his head under the bed further, giggling all the while as he scurried under like some soldier.
He felt you at his legs then, having jumped off the bed, tugging with all your strength but to no avail, so instead you climbed on top of him and he felt you tug at his t-shirt.
“I don't see what you're freaking out about… what on earth could you be hiding under here?” He asked, voice muffled in his ears as he used his arms and hands to flail about on the carpet, hoping to catch on to something.
Finally, he felt something, an ‘ah-ha’ leaving him as he reached for whatever had caught the edge of his fingers and once it was in his hand he began to backwards shuffle out, curiosity gnawing at him as he muttered out “what the hell is this?” It was cold and small in his closed palm but as he came out from under the darkness, he sat up on his knees, feeling you slid of his body slowly as he opened his palm to reveal the mystery item.
His eyes widened a little as he took the object in, mouth parted in perplexity as he blinked, letting everything settle in, before a grin appeared on his face instead. It was a vibrator. A purple fucking vibrator, no bigger than a lipstick.
“You were about to flick the bean?” He questioned gleefully, ignoring the burst of excitement that shot through him. He could have walked in on you masturbating. That thought was both arousing and embarrassing at the same time, but ever the professional—and king at pushing down his feelings, he ignored all this and carried on teasing you. This was too fun.
“Ménage à moi? Some DIY time? Buttering your muffin—
“I wasn't—and stop being so crude!” You insisted, cutting him short.
He ignored you, plopping down on the side of the bed and still holding the evidence in his hand. “What would you have done if I'd walked in and you'd been there…naked…” he mused, trying to find the right words, and for a moment he thought he gave the game away—no friend should be imagining any situation like that, but you retaliated quickly, oblivious to his mishap.
“Well first, you wouldn't be walking right on in as if you owned the place, if you just knocked the stupid door like everyone else!” You snapped, getting up finally and folding your arms in a huff. “And second, it wouldn't have happened because I wasn't doing anything.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he said, wanting to roll his eyes, but stuck for raising his eyebrow instead. “You just happened to be laying on your bed with a vibrator in hand just about to do some night time knitting.”
“Honestly—I wasn’t—
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Y/N.” He interrupted, and then to lighten the mood and make you feel better, he shrugged, “I mean—I beat the stick like twice a week. It’s natural—everyone does it!”
He watched you grimace, before murmuring, “don't,” your eyes fluttering closed.
“Oh, come on! Don’t be embarrassed that I caught you!” He whined. It was no time to be shy—what's done was done. “There’s nothing wrong with it! Everyone needs an orgasm weekly to keep them going.”
Yoongi noticed you begin to blush and he smiled, wanting to tease you some more, “Is someone blushing over the word orgasm?”
“Can you just stop now?! Get out if you’re just gonna tease me.” You shot, but he noticed you weren't exactly angry, more like mortified.
“What? So I can leave you alone with your little friend?” He smirked, holding the cylinder up and watching it shine under the overhead light. “Let you get that orgasm you’ve been wanting all day?”
“Stop saying the word orgasm!” You hissed.
“Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm,” he began to repeat childishly, watching you physically cringe before he cocked his head to ask another question. “Is someone just pissy cos I interrupted her orgasm? Gosh, I didn’t know you needed one so ba—
“I’ve never had one, okay?” You blurted out, interrupting him and he stilled, his eyes widening, the last syllable on his tongue falling short as he straightened up, his eyebrows furrowing as he struggled for words.
“What do you mean?” He finally asked. It had to be impossible for you NEVER to have received an orgasm. Everyone could have one, right?
“I mean, I’ve never had an orgasm—at least, I’m pretty sure I haven’t.” You admitted, unable to meet his eyes, using sarcasm to hide your uncomfortableness, and he watched you fiddle with your thumbs.
“How?” He deadpanned, genuinely shocked and confused, dropping the vibrator to the bed. “You’ve had sex before, so how come those men haven’t ever given you one?”
He watched you stutter, your cheeks darkening further at his direct questions but he couldn't stop. He didn't understand why he felt angry for you, as if you'd been conned out of something really good—something you deserved, something every woman deserved.
“They obviously don’t know how to pleasure a woman then, do they? Or, probably just only care about getting themselves off…” He scoffed, and you finally looked up to watch him, confusion flashing in your eyes.
“You’ve never given yourself one either?” He questioned again, ignoring your whine as he turned into some sort of sex doctor.
“Yoongiii…” you howled, a pout appearing on your face.
“Come on! Answer me,” he urged, and surprisingly you listened straight away, jumping a little at your tone.
“…No…I always get bored trying… Maybe I just can’t do it…” you admitted, your voice non-existent by now, but he heard you anyway.
“Bullshit—everyone can get themselves off, you just need to know how… and be willing…”
As the words fell from him, his eyes glided to the vibrator, flickering back and forth as he contemplated something. Something that could change your friendship forever, and no matter how much he liked you and have may or may-not imagined him and you getting intimate on more than one occasion, he told himself he was absolutely not using this opportunity to get inside your pants! He just wanted to help you—he couldn't believe you had gone through twenty-four years of your life without an orgasm. It was atrocious, and those men who had been lucky enough to share your bed should feel ashamed of themselves… greedy, selfish bastards…
“Let me help you, then.”
The words were out before he could think it through properly, and then you began to laugh hysterically, but then you took one look at his face and you realised he was being deadly serious—of course he was, he would never joke around about something like this and your laugh died off weakly.
“What?” You all but whispered.
“It will be fine! I mean, I’ve never used one of these things before,” he motioned, picking the vibrator up again, “but it can’t be that difficult – it vibrates for crying out loud. Anything that vibrates has to be good!”
He pressed the button on the top, buzzing it to life as he examined it, before turning to look at you again, a small smile on his face. This was a good idea. A friend helping out another friend—purely platonic. A favour for a favour—you could owe him back next time in the shape of takeout or something.
“How about it? What are friends for, right? I can’t let you go through life not ever having an orgasm…”
“Yea, but what if I have—I just didn’t know…”
You were trying to sneak out of it, but he could tell by the way you were acting you were contemplating it, your eyes were flickering all over the room before landing on the vibrator.
“You’d know if you’d ever received one—trust me! Now—yes?” He asked again, sitting back further on the bed as he pulled his legs up to cross them, the vibrating tube still in his hands. He studied it once more—it couldn't be that hard, right? Instead of his thumb it would be this silicone thing—it would be easy—he believed in himself!
“I can’t—it’s light in here. Also—just no!” You blurted out suddenly.
“I’ll turn off the light. I won’t be able to see anything – it’ll be blurry.”
He didn't want to seem pushy or anything, but now he'd gotten the idea, he couldn't shake it. He would not enjoy it whatsoever…it was just a service he was providing. He knew you'd thank him in the end…if you just gave in. He watched you hesitate for a second, before walking towards the bed, one knee climbing atop of it and he jumped up on his knees, switching the vibrator off, his head cocked to the side as he tried to contain his excitement…excitement because he was happy for his friend…that was all. You were finally going to experience an orgasm! This was reason to celebrate!
“Yes?” He pressed, wanting you to give him permission before he took it as a yes, and you nodded weakly.
He jumped off the bed and raced to the light, snapping the switch and with that you were left in darkness, the moonlight the only thing leading him back to the bed. He was way too eager for this, he needed to calm himself down, and as he knelt back on the bed he took a deep breath, relaxing himself—this was all for you, he would take no pleasure in this what's so ever. He waited patiently for you to sit back, watching your silhouette finally jump into action as you sat down, legs open. Fuck—you even looked good in silhouette form, he was fucked. He should probably just run away right now, but he couldn’t…he'd made an offer and he had to follow through. He would just have to bleach out his brain when he got home because he would never be able to get the image of you orgasming out of his head otherwise.
He shuffled closer, his right hand reaching for the vibrator again and then he went for your thigh with his other, before drawing back when he felt sparks fly off it—okay, no touching it was then…
“Maybe you should take off your sweats,” he said awkwardly, coughing to try and clear the gruffness that had appeared in his voice.
“Look away then,” you ordered him, and he scoffed. How did you except him to do this if he couldn't use his bloody eyes? However, he did as he was told, turning his head to the side as he waited patiently.
“Fine—but I can’t look away for the whole of it. I need my eyes for this.” He muttered, his eyes focusing hard on your wall as he heard you shuffle around with your clothes and once he heard them drop to the floor he turned back, his eyes making sure to stay at your face for the time being as he shuffled closer on his knees.
“Okay—now lay back so your head’s on the pillow and spread your legs a little, I need to fit in—plant your feet on the bed or something,” he whispered.
In his peripheral he could see your legs spreading as you laid back and his eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples visible under the thin fabric of your vest and he was gone, something stirring in the pit of his stomach and something in his pants twitched. Oh god—this was so wrong. If you knew he was getting hard over this you'd freak out, and he took another deep breath knowing he had to look between your legs to make this work, otherwise he was going to look like a fool when he couldn't make you come.
He watched you scrunch your eyes closed and with that he looked down, feeling his heart plummet into his stomach the same time his dick stiffened in his pants. Great. He was done for. You were naked from the waist down right in front of his eyes and he wanted to die. You were already wet, glistening in the moonlight and he held back a choke. He wasn't going to last the next half an hour and he willed himself to move closer, intoxicated by your scent. You let out a shuddery breath as his shoulders brushed against your thighs and he urged himself to speak.
“Don’t be nervous,” he reassured you, but it was for him a little too. “I’ll make you feel good.”
This was a service. He was doing you a favour. He shuffled closer, bringing the vibrator closer to you as he stared intently, mesmerised almost.
“If it makes you feel better, just think of me as an extension of the vibrator – it now has a right arm and a body,” he said light-heartedly, warning himself more than anything, too.
He watched you take a deep breath as he pressed the rubber against your centre and he began to move up and down, warming you up and trying to make you ease into. You squirmed a little and he dragged it down, swirling it against your opening and his breath stuttered as he felt it dip in slightly, your arousal wetting the toy as he let it fall between your legs, letting you feel for yourself.
“You're wet already, it must be working…” he breathed, the air dense as he brought it back up to your clit and he switched it on, making you gasp out in shock.
You instantly went to close your legs, hitting Yoongi in the process and he whispered, “open them again,” his eyes fixated on your lower half, his tongue pushing against his lower lip as he massaged circles against you and you listened instantly.
“Does it feel nice?” He questioned, his eyes lingering on his actions before he looked up at you, and you nodded, biting down on your lip. “Maybe you should stop biting your lip then. It will feel even better if you make some noise—trust me. Just take a deep breath and enjoy
—just feel it.” He advised, and you nodded again, laying your head back and parting your mouth slightly.
He pressed down harder, letting the vibrations fall against you and you gasped, a choked moan leaving your throat and Yoongi’s chest glowed—so did his dick.
“Yea—just like that. Move your hips a bit too…” he urged, getting into it now, his voice croaky, and he went to touch your hip but second guessed himself—he may lose full control then. He wanted to touch you so badly, but he had already pushed his luck, he was getting more than he deserved.
To gain his thoughts back he began twisting the vibrator over you again, watching you circle your hips against it and you pressed your head into the pillow, pressing your feet down into the bed too, but one slipped and landed on the top of his thigh. He panicked, feeling your foot on his dick and moved back quickly, letting it fall back to the bed as he tried to keep calm. Were you going to stop this whole thing now? Kick him out for being such a pervert? But to his surprise you ignored it, not looking at him, but not pulling away either, and he quickly pressed down harder, chasing the moans that had begun to fall out your mouth.
He couldn't take his eyes off you as you lifted your hand to your face, trying to shield the pleasure that was falling out of you, but Yoongi had never seen anything so beautiful and a groan left his mouth as he watched you, transfixed, until you lifted your head to look at him, your mouth open in confusion. He looked between you and your crotch and realised he had slipped down, too overcome with watching you to remember to move and he stuttered, hastily moving back to your centre.
“Oh shit – sorry,” he apologised, unsure if he could ever explain this after the moment was over. He was sure you had realised he was acting strange, and with that thought, he froze, feeling your foot inch closer to his thigh once again—but this time on purpose. You knew he was hard and you were putting your foot there. You knew.
His heart began to thud against his ribcage, and he kept his gaze on your mound as he felt you begin to message the flat of your foot over him and he held back a groan, watching the glistening of your arousal coat the inside of your thighs. You were so wet right now. He was sure he could slip two of his fingers in and make you feel even better, but he didn't, not having the balls to, even though he knew you had both crossed the line a long time ago.
He began to hasten his movements with every flex of your foot as you whined out, your legs falling further open as he pressed harder, the buzzing ringing in his ears.
“Yeah,” he agreed, completely lost, “It feels better the wider you let your legs fall. Take as much as you can,” he got out, his voice gruff and you moaned out, the sound travelling straight to his crotch. He was so hard it was beginning to get painful and he let himself think of how it would feel to be inside you…your wet, warm walls hugging him as you screamed his name; half of it already becoming a reality as he did indeed hear his name fall off your lips, a quiet mantra that clouded his brain.
He choked, moving closer to you as he grit out more words, finding it hard to piece a sentence together, “You can feel it building up, right?”
You seemed lost for words too but he felt you squeeze your toes around him, watching your stomach clench and your thighs begin to shake, your muscles tense. “You're gonna come soon—I told you I can make you feel good.”
He could make you feel even better too—if you let him. He was losing himself now, words falling from him without thinking, in-between grunts as he watched you writher about under his touch.
“Stop moving your hips now, just take it—I promise it will feel good” and at his words, his palm fell against your lower stomach, finally giving in and touching you, pressing down and stalling your movements. The feel of your skin tingled through his nerves and now he had touched you there was no turning back, feeling your stomach heave and clench under him.
“Yoongi, I think I'm gonna—
“Shhh, I can make it feel better—just keep still,” he bit out, his face contorted in his own pleasure—pleasure at making you feel this good. The atmosphere was so intense, he never wanted it to end, and you stared down at him as he slid his palm downwards his index and middle finger parting to spread your lower lips apart, making the vibrator reach everywhere as he held you down.
You moaned out, your breath shuddering in shock as you watched him touch you and your foot slid off him in shock, flailing around to try and grip onto the bed as he knew the feeling had taken over. He was going to make you come, and he moved closer again, hunched over your heat as he sped the toy against you, his breathing mangled as he bit down on his lip, desperation filling him as he grunted out, taking you to the end and beyond if it was possible.
“Come for me, Y/N—I know you want to. Let yourself go,” he panted and his dirty words seemed to do the trick as you cried out, your body convulsing, the syllables of his name leaving your tongue as he almost felt the burst of pleasure come out of you, your eyes clenched, your whole body vibrating and he watched you all the while, obscenities leaving his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck, his movements slowing down to let you ride out your high.
Your breathing was still ragged when you opened your eyes to look at him, blown out and watching him as if you wanted more and he realised he must have looked the same, because in this moment in time he had never wanted a person as much as he did you. A little crush was nothing to what he was feeling now—his heart banging out of his chest as desire ran through his veins, rushing through his ears and flashing in his eyes. He wanted you. You were more than just a friend—you'd always been, he was just too cowardly to tell you. Not now though, not now you'd done this. Didn't you see he was made for you? No other guy had been able to pleasure like this—just him. He wanted you…and it seemed like you wanted him too.
He pulled the vibrator away from you and chucked it across the room, diving between your legs and over you in one fluid motion, until he felt your lips against his, not bothering to think for one moment that you might reject him, but thankfully—even though he'd known the moment you'd looked at him with eyes that needed him, you wouldn't—his tongue met yours instantly and he kissed you hungrily and sloppily, pressing his hardness into your wet, bare core, his breath ragged as his hands travelled over your body, desperate to touch what had been out of bounds for so long.
“FUCK—that was so hot. You're so hot—fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasped out, not being able to explain himself very well as he was overcome with lust and he kissed down you jaw, his tongue finding your earlobe as he dipped it inside, eliciting another moan out of you, the same time his hands came out and cupped your breasts.
pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— smut, non-penetrative sex toy (the vibrator’s back, bitches), and some fluff chucked in for good measure
words— 6,529
summary— you've been dating your best friend-turned-boyfriend for a few months now. What happens when he can’t nap because of a — as he so lovingly put it, raging boner…?
» 1.0 :: 2.0 :: 3.0 ✓
You’d just come home from work late in the evening and you could already hear your shower calling your name as you made your way into your bedroom, eyes covered as you peeled off your blouse, and when your room came back into view you screamed on instinct at the figure lying on your bed in the dark, clutching the fabric to your chest. It took you exactly three seconds to realise it was Yoongi and then you cursed, chucking your clothing at him.
“FUCK, YOONGI! You nearly gave me a heart attack,” you shouted. “Why have you still not learnt to knock the damn door?!”
He chuckled, gripping on to your blouse as he flicked on the lamp beside your bed. “You weren't here — how can I knock the door if no one will answer?”
“No need to be sarcastic,” you judged. “Why don't you wait until I'm home first? You honestly nearly sent me into an early grave just then.”
“If I was a burglar, you'd probs send me into an early grave right about now, too,” he replied, raising an eyebrow from his place on the bed as he watched you unbutton your pants and begin to strip off. “Joining me in bed already?”
“As if — it's only just gone 6pm,” you scoffed, finally ridding yourself of the thick material as you kicked them off your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. “I'm going in the shower. I need to feel clean again,” you sighed over dramatically as you made your way into the bathroom that adjoined your room, shaking your butt at him a little as he whined in annoyance.
As you were in the shower you began to reminisce— your favourite pastime as the warm water ran over your body. Things were going great with Yoongi and had been for just over six months, ever since that fated night where he'd caught you with your vibrator. It was easy to say, looking back that Yoongi must have had a crush on you for a while before that night. He was so quick to ask you for a date that it couldn't have meant anything else.
For you, you'd be lying if you didn't have reservations. That night when you were trying to get to sleep as Yoongi quietly snored in your ear, you wondered if tomorrow you’d feel this content? Maybe you'd feel awkward and regret it? Maybe right now, you were just basking in the afterglow of multiple orgasms and sex, and you felt a pang in your chest — you didn't want that to be the case.
Luckily though— or obviously looking back, it wasn't the case, feeling a warmth spread through you when you woke up and turned around to see Yoongi lying flat on his back, chest on show where the blankets had ridden down, his breathing shallowly as he slept. Everything was alright. You wanted to go on a date with Yoongi, and you wanted more with him.
The moment had been broken of course, when he finally woke up and realised he was late for work, having to make a mad dash for his apartment before he was even wise, but at least he backtracked, smiling sweetly at you before he placed a peck on your lips and mumbled his goodbyes.
That was the moment you thought of over and over again in your mind for the rest of the day. He must feel the same then. He wanted more with you… and it was further displayed by his text that you received later on in the day.
12:54pm: I can't stop thinking about last night…
The fluttering in your stomach as you read his words got you thinking; how long had you liked Yoongi without realising? It was strange. You rarely thought of him as your best friend, just for the simple reason he was a guy— stupid you knew, but in your head, you had multiple girl friends who just seemed easier to tell things too… like your sex life, or non-sex life at that point, too jealous to divulge anything that made you feel stupid.
However, thinking about it, Yoongi was always there. He was always with you, after you finished work, after he finished work, on the weekends… You even went out together, just you and him. Maybe on the outside you even looked like a real couple to some, you were so close. You couldn't imagine your life without him, and that must mean something…
The way he touched you last night, the way he kissed you and held you— the things he did to you… No other man had ever been able to give you such pleasure, and you wondered if that was because you shared the deepest emotional connection you'd ever had with another male before? He wasn't just some random guy friend — he was part of your life, and the connection you had was too good to pass up.
Over the weeks there was no passing up— not even a bit, not even the slightest. Things went from strength to strength, and over time you became more serious about each other. Your time apart quickly disintegrated into mere hours, and even though nothing had really changed — Yoongi was still your best friend — everything had changed at the same time. It was like you were two halves of the same person, moving together in sync. You still did everything you used to together; tease each other, watch Netflix, go to the movies, out for food, but now there was a difference, one you didn't know you had been craving until it was right in front of you. Just a simple hug after a stressful day at work, or a kiss on your forehead when you were feeling poorly, or even just a mindless romp when you were feeling horny… Yoongi give you it all. The best of both worlds merged together, and the only world you wanted.
You still remembered the time when he'd asked you to be his girlfriend — in typical Yoongi fashion, you might add. The feeling was euphoric and your body felt full at the commitment, as if it was always supposed to be.
“You know… Hoseok asked me if you were my girlfriend the other day…”
You’d been on your sofa watching the tv when he'd brought the subject up ever so nonchalantly (or not so, you knew he was putting it on) and you turned your head slowly, meeting his eyes with a suspicion, trying to avoid the now rapid beating of your heart as you uttered a tiny “oh?” from your parted lips.
He paused, before puckering out his own, as if he was contemplating something, and then the words were slowly falling off his tongue. “Do you think you are already?”
You scoffed, the anxious butterflies in your stomach disappearing with his laughable attempt at asking you to be his girlfriend. “That's it? You're not even going to ask me properly?”
“THIS is properly,” he insisted, pouting a little, although you could tell it was in embarrassment. He whacked playfully at your leg, gripping it and pushing it further onto his lap than it already was before as you shot him an unimpressed look, a whine leaving the back of his throat. “Fine!” He admitted defeat, although his voice softened when he carried on. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
You involuntarily fluttered your eyelashes, looking up at him like a shy school girl as you heard the words, before nodding your head quickly, reaching over to him without a seconds thought and kissing his mouth eagerly. “See, that wasn't so hard,” you smirked teasingly and he pouted, before a genuine smile lit up his face as you spoke next.
“Of course I want to be your girlfriend.”
Little did he know, you had been referring to him as your boyfriend to all your friends and colleagues for well over a month anyway, but what he didn't know wouldn't kill him— or boast his ego…
You'd thought him asking for you to be his girlfriend would be the best news to come, but the night Yoongi told you he loved you was passing out worthy. You'd been watching the third Transformers film and in true you fashion, you'd ended up balling your eyeballs out.
“I can't believe you’re crying at a bunch of robots,” he remarked, disbelief high in his voice, and you turned to look at him, eyes wide as you stuttered something out about it being sad, fresh tears spilling out your ducts as you went, and he sighed at your cuteness, pulling you towards him with a faint “c’mere.”
You found yourself on his lap as he brushed the tears from your face, his face dangerously close, and you felt yourself growing coy under his gaze as it turned serious.
“I still can't believe you're actually mine,” he murmured, his fingers pausing on your cheek and moving to cup it, and all you could do was smile sweetly.
It wasn't everyday Yoongi was this serious and sentimental so you weren't sure how to take his compliment, and then when he carried on, your heart nearly exploded in your chest.
“I love you.”
Love was something you had been thinking of a lot recently. You'd been together for nearly five months by that time and it was obvious that both of your feelings would grow with the weeks you spent together, but hearing it out loud was something else, and if you were being honest, the moment was a whirlwind of happiness, and giggles of disbelief. Of course you said I love you back, but the moment was a blur in your mind; one that brought a gentle warmth through your whole body every time you thought about it.
It was only a few weeks ago, so of course you were still riding off the waves of deliriousness, but as you turned off the shower and dried yourself down with a towel, you couldn't help the thoughts that now filled your brain — it definitely wouldn't be long before you guys moved in together. He never left for crying out loud! So it would definitely be to your place. His clothes and mindless junk already filled your apartment, and the thought of waking up to him every morning sent even more warmth through you. You couldn't think of anything better — being in love and living with your best friend.
As you wrapped the towel around you and made your way back into your bedroom, you’d expected to see Yoongi asleep. He’d already made himself comfy on your bed, and his eyes had looked slightly red and bleary, so you guaranteed he was exhausted, but to your surprise he was still awake — still laying down, but his eyes were open… and he was twiddling something between his fingers.
“Remember the good ol’ days,” he said, burlesque reminiscence in his voice as he watched you walk over to your drawers and pick out some underwear to change into.
You rolled your eyes at him, eyes finally landing on the purple object he had his hand. Trying your best to ignore him was proving futile, so you turned around to face him, arms folded across your chest.
“Put it back.”
“Aw— don't be like that. Don't you love me anymore?” He pouted and you watched him carefully, judging him hard for playing that card.
“It's not that. I just don't think you know the meaning of privacy — rifling through my drawers like that…”
You weren't really annoyed, obviously. It just made for fun viewing as he sighed dramatically and put your vibrator back on your bedside table, laying back down straight away and lifting his hands behind his head to use as a rest.
He was silent for a while as you continued to watch him, eyes narrowing when you crept closer to the end and sat on your edge. “I thought you'd be asleep when I got out. You look tired.”
“I thought so too… but…” he trailed off, his eyes falling down to his stomach… or so you thought…
“But, what?” You pried, too clueless to catch on.
“Well, I must have woken up like this — I think it's because I didn't spend last night with you or something…”
You quirked your eyebrows in confusion, still not realising what he was getting at. He missed you…? He didn't want to fall asleep before catching up with you? Finding out how your day had gone? You smiled sweetly as he carried on — Aw, it was cute.
“I forgot you were working overtime and well, do you know how uncomfortable it is trying to sleep like this?” He asked you, his eyes leaving yours to fall to his stomach again.
What was up with him? Why was he acting so weird, and your eyes followed his, eyeing his stomach warily — Did he have a stomach ache?
“Lying here for an hour with a raging boner is not fun, let me tell you…”
The sarcasm in his voice deterred you for moment, confusing you enough to frown and then something clicked, letting your eyes fall past his stomach and to his sweats, slung low around his hips, and in the centre an obvious bulge was there. Not an eyesore, seeing as his clothing was baggy on him, but you could see the faint outline of his erection, and you felt stupidity wash over you.
“Yoongi!” You cried, reaching out and hitting at him, catching his chest and he flinched on instinct, his hands coming out to grip yours, protecting himself as a little ow fell from him. “You dick! I thought you were being sweet and that you missed me!”
You shook all the thoughts you'd had about him asking about your day and saying he'd missed you as he tried to bite back a chuckle, “I do miss you!” He insisted, but you give him a look that told him you didn't believe him.
“You miss my vagina, that doesn't count!”
He puffed out his lips, breathing out loud puffs of air, as if he was thinking hard, before he answered. “But last time I checked your vagina was part of you, so…”
“You're such a dick!” You cried out again as you watched him smirk, and your other hand came out for him this time, your upper body moving with it until you were lying on your elbows, half your body strewn on the bed, while your legs dangled off it, his hand coming out to grasp your fist, stopping you in your tracks as he gripped both of your hands now.
“Babyyyy,” he begged. “I'm needy though.”
He was trying a different approach this time, and you willed yourself not to cave, feeling bitter you'd ever thought he’d been acting sweet, when in reality it was all about sex. He even had an ulterior motive when he got that blasted vibrator out of your drawer.
“Please.” He tried again, straight and to the point. “I've been waiting patiently all day. C’mon, you're already sort of naked…”
His voice was high and sweet, as if he was buttering you up, and you felt a heaviness in your core a little at his words… however unromantic they were. …It had been a while since you’d had sex last. Sometimes you were both so busy with work you didn't when have time to stay over each other's place, and when you did you were both too tired to do anything but share a kiss and a cuddle.
You bit the inside of your cheek, contemplating it. It was the weekend… so there was room for celebration, but just at that moment in time Yoongi spoke again, taking your silence as a need to tempt further, but in the end just annoying you more.
“Just drop your towel for me and hop on.”
You watched him wiggle his crotch suggestively, implying exactly what you thought he was and you groaned, shaking your hands against his chest in frustration that still stayed locked inside his.
“For god’s sakes, Yoongi! Why did I ever agree to be your girlfriend?” You got out, obviously not meaning it, but his attempts to woo you still underwhelming. Or maybe you were just annoyed with yourself, because even if they were disappointing, they still affected you, further more when he spoke again.
“I don't know… pull my pants down and remind yourself.”
His voice was smug as he watched your reaction, practically gobsmacked at his arrogance, but your eyes trailed down to his crotch once more, and you found one of your hands breaking free from Yoongi’s and running down his stomach. The curiosity too much as you needed to know how hard he was — how hard he'd been for a while now, all just for you.
Your fingers lightly brushed against the waistband of his sweats, moving lower until you reached the curvature of what you had been looking for, teasing him as you dragged your fingers along his length, his breath hitching, groaning a little before it caught in his throat when you grabbed him unexpectedly, jerking your hand, still over the fabric.
He took a couple of harsh breaths before he spoke again, trying to calm himself down as he realised how were accepting. “Or do that —whatever you like. You can be in charge tonight, babe.”
His voice came out steady as if he was unaffected and you rolled your eyes again, pulling your legs onto the bed before kneeling up, scooting practically parallel to his body, your head looming over his lower body. He took a gulp he felt you push his sweats down, not really able to see what you were doing because your head blocked his view slightly, but you had a birds eye view of everything and you could instantly see he had no underwear on.
His dick sort of bounced out of the loose confines, revealing itself to the cold open air. He was right — it was raging, the tip angry and red, little veins running up the sides as it was so filled with blood it looked set to burst. How the hell had he stayed hard for this long? He was breathing deeply now, anticipation too much and his dick twitched, so hard it no longer hovered, but stood straight; ready and waiting.
You were mesmerised for a while, licking your bottom lip as you realised you were practically salivating, and you shifted on your knees, pushing his sweats further down until they rested just above his knees. He went to speak, probably asking what you were doing and why your hand hadn't found itself back on his now-bare length, when he let out a gasp that turned into a groan, feeling your mouth wrap around him suddenly, your lips acting as cushions as your tongue lapped at the tip of his dick, flicking into the slit and tasting the pre-arousal, your hand reaching for his base to steady yourself, the other finding the side of his thigh, just above the curve of his ass.
He let out another few gasps of surprised pleasure, feeling you take him further into your mouth, your tongue trying to wind circles around him as you bobbed your head up and down, until you began to feel his hand wonder, lightly rubbing circles into the skin behind your bent knees, before tracing up the underside of thigh, his hand going up your towel, as his other hand came out and reached for your ass, squeezing a cheek over the towel that had shots flying through your body, the tingling between your legs beginning to burn now, desperate for some sort of relief.
“For someone who seemed pretty annoyed at me, it didn't take you long to suck my dick,” he pondered, his voice calm on the outside, but you could hear the strain he was trying to hide as you continued to suck him off.
You felt a pang of annoyance hit you, unsure why he always had to act the big guy when it was pretty obvious he was falling to pieces under your touch, and on reflex, as you came up for some air, you nipped the sensitive skin, obviously making sure not to hurt him, but warning him silently, pressing your tongue against the skin to cure any tinge of uncomfortableness.
He hissed at the sensation, pulling his hips back on instinct before he chucked, “No need to be like that,” he said, amusement in his tone. “I was going to pay back the favour, but now, I don't know…” he trailed off, the same time his fingers, that were dangerously close to your burning core, moved abruptly, finding your bare ass instead as he cupped one cheek, sliding back and fore, making you moan at the sensation.
Your butt moved unintentionally, chasing his touch as he pulled back and out of your towel, making you practically groan in frustration.
“Come down, be patient.” He hummed, feeling him reach his arms between you and the bed, tugging on the towel, and you sat up, pulling it from your breasts as you let it fall off you, excitement fuelling you too much too care about the view Yoongi had right about now. Not that he seemed to mind anyway as you heard him groan in satisfaction, his hands already reaching for your hips as he tried to manoeuvre you over him. Your heart raced, excitement travelling up your veins as your heat pulsed in anticipation.
“C’mere…” he mumbled, his voice gruff as you lifted a leg over his body and shuffled over him, trying to anchor your body to the bed as you felt him fidget under you, getting comfy and pressing his head into the pillows, hands bent at the elbows as he gripped your butt and pulled you to him, your body practically vibrating with need.
“You're so wet,” he uttered, his fingertips brushing against your folds, dampening them and making you shiver a little. “You're obviously enjoying yourself.”
His tone was complacent as a hand travelled to your back and pushed you down, your head jutting forward as you recaptured him in your mouth once more, your hand gripping him as you lapped around the head.
It wasn't until a couple of moments later that you felt his lips against the inside of thigh, pecking gently, his breath ticking your core as he used his fingers to rub you, collecting your arousal and spreading it around before his mouth found where you had been praying for him to touch, his tongue coming out and pressing flat against your slit, curling upwards as he caught your clit, using his hands to spread your legs further and you widened them instantly, leaning deeper towards his dick as you took him further inside your mouth, a moan eliciting from your throat as he applied more pressure to your bundle of nerves, now able to gain a better access.
There wasn’t much room for talking seeing as both of your mouths were preoccupied, both of you picking up the pace as you encouraged each other with your movements, egging each other on, the slick sounds of saliva and your arousal filling the room, along with muffled moans. From this angle, it was easy to take Yoongi deeper and he practically slid down your throats as you moved, bobbing your head up and down as you flattened your tongue, a sucking noise sounding around the room as you lifted off him, moving quickly again to take him further, repeating the motion until you were sure your mouth was going to fall off from the ache.
Yoongi’s tongue left you to groan aloud, his breathing loud as he panted and you felt the puffs off air against you, tickling you and making your clit pulse in need. He was too preoccupied to carry on pleasuring you, the sensation of your hot, wet mouth wrapped around his dick too much for him, and his hands found your ass, gripping it firmly as you continued to suck him off. He tried to go to back and touch you, his tongue inching out to brush weakly against your entrance, but just at that moment you swallowed against him, ignoring the burn and he moaned out, his stomach clenching as the pleasure nearly took over his body. He had been hard for so long, he was bound to be finding it hard to control himself, and you pulled off him with a pop, a smirk on your face as you felt his hands run up the plain of your back and to your sides, pulling you up so you knelt over his chest, panting hard as you tried to regain your breath.
“Up, up,” he ordered, lifting you by the waist, in a rush for something you didn't understand, and you let him guide you back to his face, no time to feel awkward about the new position you were in. Of course you'd sat on his face before, but not in reverse, and you leaned at an awkward angle, trying to situate your core to his mouth, feeling his fingers creep their way to your ass and squeeze, his palms cupping the curve as he brought his teeth down to bite at the flesh.
You squealed as he growled, trying to escape him, but he held you to him tightly, one of his hands slinking down to your opening and without warning he plunged two fingers in, wiggling them around, only two knuckles deep, enjoying the squelching noise that left you as you moaned out, trying to steady yourself, his mouth now kissing your butt cheek hungrily.
“Y-Yoongi…” you panted, feeling him remove his fingers and kiss down to your slit, his face buried between your legs as you stumbled down a little, bringing your hands to grip onto his thighs, your body contorted as you tried not to suffocate him. (Okay… you knew it was pretty impossible to do that, but just in case…)
Your sighs and moans came fast and thick as he found your clit, greedily lapping at anything he could reach in the process, before concentrating on what he knew would have you coming in mere seconds, and he enclosed his lips around your clit, sucking gently, both hands now cupping the curvature of your ass as he sent ripples through your body, your nails digging crescents into his flesh, desperate to stay in the same position, knowing you were close — you could feel the heaviness in the pit of your stomach.
Your knees were beginning to burn and your thighs started to shake, but then you felt one of his hands slid down, bringing two of his fingers back to your entrance as he pushed them in, lightly thrusting in and out sloppily as he craned his neck, desperate to make you come. You were sweating now, feeling the drops form at your hairline as you bit down on your lip, feeling as if your body was dangling over the edge of a cliff, so close to release, but needing that final push… and he give it to you in the form of words, his voice gruff, his dirty words shooting through your body and setting off the fireworks behind your eyes.
“Come on, baby. Let go — I can tell you want to come all over my face.”
You let the waves of pleasure wash over your body in ripples, that seemed to go on forever, your body feeling weightless as he went back to sucking your clit, your thighs quaking over him as pulled his fingers out of you slowly, quickly rubbing where his mouth was, wanting to keep your orgasm going for as long as possible— or until you were wriggling away from him from overstimulation, and you cried out, nails still gripping his thighs, and he tensed under your palms, obviously in pain from the way you were leaning all your weight on to him.
After a few moments, you felt the pleasure begin to ebb away slowly, however the vibrations still shook your body and you eased up your hold on Yoongi, letting your body fall forward as he finally let go off you, breathing deeply across him for a moment, trying to catch your breath before moving off his body and turning to face him, closing the gap and kissing him in record time.
You tasted yourself on him, his nose, chin and cheeks damp with your arousal and it turned you into a frenzy, your hands gripping the neck of his t-shirt as needy moans left you, swallowed by his tongue as it pressed against yours and flicked inside your mouth, his hands finding your hips as you hopped on him once again — this time facing him as you felt his length press between his stomach and your heat. It was still sticky after your saliva had dried against the skin and you shuffled backwards letting it spring free again, and finally, breaking away from the kiss to sit up straight, you wrapped your hand around his shaft to guide him to the one place you wanted him the most.
He croaked, watching you brush his dick against your slit, coating him in your wetness, your body still not full from earlier, fresh arousal appearing at the thought of what was to come. Yoongi’s eyes were dark and blown out as he watched you lower yourself onto him, his expression serious as he watched you take him inch by inch, rolling his tongue inside his mouth as he finally closed his eyes, gripping your hips as he bottomed out, pushing his head back into the pillows as you clenched around him, holding you still as he hissed out.
“Why do you have to feel so good?” He asked aloud, loosening his grip to let you lift up and slid back down slowly, barely moving him inside of you as you let him get used to the sensation.
You would have giggled if you weren’t trying to do the exact same thing, wincing slightly as you circled your hips, trying to ease the burn inside of you, your body still tense from your orgasm, and you watched him trail his hand up your stomach gently, watching you with lidded eyes as found the underside of your breast and he squeezed, letting his fingers trace the outline of your nipple and making you sigh out quietly in pleasure, relaxing under his touch as you began to lift again and fall back down, setting the pace of your love making and he groaned, puffs of air leaving him as he watched you go, still toying with your breasts; his eyes half closed now.
As your body fully got used to the sensation of him filling you, you began to move quicker, sliding all the way off him and falling back down with a slick noise before you began bouncing, holding onto the hem of Yoongi’s shirt as you scrunched it up, using it as an anchor while leaning forward, the sound of skin on skin more powerful now as you gained leverage, your ass hitting his balls.
Your thighs were shaking again, groans leaving you as you found it difficult to moan with all the concentration you were using up, reminding yourself that now was probably the right time to take up the gym again — physical fitness was definitely not your forte, but something you needed in situations like these.
You let go of him, going for a different approach as you leaned back on your palms, lifting your bottom up and down as his dick hit a new spot inside of you, and you felt Yoongi spread his legs a little, obviously wanting more of the new feeling he too was getting, his breathing ragged. He made no move to help you chase his high, just watched you with eager eyes, his hands at your hips now as he caressed them, his gaze falling to your jiggling breasts as you bounced on top of him, taking in the sight that swam in his irises.
That was until one hand left you to reach for the bedside drawer, his body outstretching as he grabbed something and your stomach jerked as you spotted the flash of purple and then the buzz filled your ears, matching the hum of your body. His eyes flashed as he brought it up to your stomach, running it over your skin and making goosebumps form, before he circled it over your nipples, a smirk on his face, and you let out a shaky breath, losing your resolve.
“I miss this,” he simply said, eyes on the cylinder, and you watched it too.
It was something you didn’t bring out very often, there wasn’t really a need to, unless Yoongi wanted to brag about his amazing skills he had discovered. It wasn’t so much his skills that had helped that night anyway — more like him just being in the room that helped the… situation, but of course he didn’t believe you when you told him, and anyway, thinking about it, that just made his head bigger. He liked to think he was irresistible or something…
You were jolted out of your thoughts by the vibrations against your heat and you gasped out, forgetting how intense the sensation could be. You hadn’t used the thing in so long, and definitely never during sex. This was new, and you felt fresh waves of pleasure wash through you, warmth growing in your stomach with the hum of the toy. Could you orgasm again? It sure felt like you could, overstimulation not a problem as he pressed it against your clit and began to rub circles.
It took you a while to realise — to lost in the feeling — that you had stopped moving, and you pushed yourself back to gain a new position, circling your hips in favour of thrusting down on him, the feeling of his dick rubbing against your inner walls and the vibrations of the toy a foreign feeling that had you moaning out and clutching at Yoongi’s t-shirt again, literally begging him not to stop and he whined, his wrist furiously moving, your pleas seemingly kick-starting him into action, and as you circled around him he began to thrust shallowly into you, eliciting more moans from your mouth.
You were losing yourself again, your body feeling weak as you tried to hold on, the only sound filling your ears being the dull hum of the vibrator and you realised your eyes were clenched shut, your bottom half tensed as the sensation took you suddenly, freezing on top of Yoongi as he stopped thrusting to watch you come, a broken sigh of wonder leaving him as you chanted his name, clenching down on his dick like there was no tomorrow and you wondered how the hell he was still hanging on — you could already feel how tight you had become and if it wasn’t for gravity, your body would have rejected him by now, your walls squeezing him harshly.
The feeling was over quicker than the first and you opened your eyes to see Yoongi gazing at you as if you were a goddess, already pulling his hand away from you and flinging the vibrator to the floor, still on as it buzzed against the wooden floorboards, and you wanted to say the batteries would run out, but you had no energy left. Instead you let your body fall against him, feeling him catch you in his arms, and clutch you to him, his lips running down your jaw and neck as he pressed kisses up the column, soft you’re amazing and fucks leaving him as he bounced around on the bed, kicking his legs wildly as he tried to push his sweats down past his feet. You don’t know if he succeeded, or if he just gave up, but suddenly he was wrapping one of his arms around your waist as he began to thrust quickly into you, either becoming impatient because he wanted to come too, or just because he knew you were half dead, completely in his control, and about to collapse from exhaustion if he didn’t blow his load right there and then.
You stifled a tired giggle at your joke and just concentrated on the feeling that was shooting through you with every thrust, the sensation intense now that you weren’t as wet as you had been, and you used the last bit of strength you had left to lift your body up a bit, your face now looking at him directly as your bare chest stuck to his damp t-shirt, clammy from his exertion.
His eyes were glazed over as he took in your features, his jaw slack as his breathing came out in shallow gasps — he was close, you could tell, and as if to further prove your point, when he spoke his voice was raspy, hard to get out as if something was pushing hard against his ribs.
“So-o fucking tight… a-after you came all over my dick.”
You knew as soon as his thrusts turned sloppy it was only a matter of minutes, and suddenly you felt a shot of hot liquid spread through you, spurts of it filling you after each shallow thrust, your inner walls now ridgy from two orgasms, milking him tightly, until finally he gripped your hips and held himself inside of you, his dick pulsing and twitching inside until it began to turn flaccid, his high finally ebbing away and he sighed in relief, all that pent up frustration he’d been feeling, finally gone…
He found your lips quickly, kissing you lazily as his tongue brushed against your mouth, not seeking entrance, but just comfort and closeness as his hands ran up your back and to your face, breaking away from your lips to rub his nose against yours.
“I love you,” he murmured, smiling sweetly. “You’re amazing.”
“I love you, too — and you ain’t so bad yourself…” You grinned back, pulling away to try and roll back on the bed, but he wouldn’t let you budge, clutching him to you still.
“I need a shower now…” he pouted, and you raised your eyebrow, realising that you did too — again.
“Join me?” He asked, knowing you damn well had too, even more so when he slid out of you and you felt his come trickle down the inside of your thigh.
“Well, I’m gonna have to, aren’t I?” You snapped, trying to sound annoyed, but not being able to stop your giggle.
“Yay!” He celebrated, sitting you both up. “Then we can get take out and sleeeep!!”
Hmm… that did sound good right about now...
“Fine!” You give in, lifting yourself off him and off the bed, already collecting your towel as you watched him kick off the leg of his sweatpants that was still attached to him, before he followed you.
“— but turn that damn thing off first,” you ordered, pointing to your little purple vibrator…
Alright, so I am having major goosebumps right now. Why? Because I just read Buzz (yeah, all four of it, including in Yoongi's POV) - and guess what? First, I own a purple vibrator that I rarely use (I bought it just because) - Second, I have a guy friend who is pretty close to me (that I find attractive too) that has a spare key to my apartment and he sometimes just comes in to my house/room like he owns it. We haven't had sex yet though. But girl, you feel me?
OH MY did I just predict the future with my story?! Maybe you should bust that vibrator out the drawer and wait for him to burst in lmaooo— an “accidental” coincidence. but fun fact I based that story off my own purple vibrator hahaa, alas sadly I have no yoongi walking through my door though :( also I’m impressed you read all parts of buzz in one go, bloody hell!! GO YOU!!!
Buzz 1.0 in Yoongi's POV is the most awkwardly arousing thing I've ever read. AND IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY ❤️❤️❤️
lmfao, it was the most awkwardly arousing thing to write too ;) one of my only stories I’ve written which can get me going a bit… tmi AND I KNOW!!! I’M SO EXCITED TO GET READING ALL THE YOONGI FICS THAT HAVE COME OUT!!!
