I'm the type of reader that checks your i like you a latte fic on a biweekly basis and reread it multiple times because oh my god its so good! Comfort fic all the way 🧡🧡🧡
I saw that you did a few reaction thingies a while back, is it ok to ask the skelebros opinions of us as of the latest chapter? Ik they're mostly infatuated with us but to think what might be going through their head... oh boy
I hope your day is going well and i wish you all the happiness i can share! 💞
this is as of chapter 17 !
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ut! sans
sans saw you as many things, things he could feel but not completely verbalize. he saw you as warmth, as a sunny day with the feeling of comfortably warm sun rays shining down on you, with an easy breeze tickling your skin. he saw you as the steam that rose up from a bubbling pot of hearty stew on a cold day. he saw you as the wildflowers that grew between the cracks in the sidewalk that bloomed so effortlessly. he couldn't rationalize all of the feelings that dawned on him when he saw you, when he spoke to you, and a part of him understood its because he didn't want to think about it. sans was logical, quick-witted, calculating. he was a guy who liked to joke around, but everyone who knew him deeper understood how intelligent he was. and being as smart as he was, sans knew that any potential feelings or attachments could be a danger for both you and him. and, yeah, he was still kind of working on the whole vulnerability thing, but he thought having any sort of romantic attachment was at its' best a distraction, and at its' worst a weakness. he wouldn't let himself think of you that way...at least, he was trying. as of right now, sans saw you as one of his closest friends, his ally, his safe space. but romantic? nah...probably for the best not to......
ut! papyrus
gods, papyrus adored you! you were wonderful, so friendly and thoughtful. but he also liked how you stood your ground. he knew his brother was in the wrong when the two of you got into an argument the other night, and though he loved his brother more than anything, he felt a bit of pride seeing you stand up for yourself in such a mature manner—especially since his brother could be so intimidating sometimes. and, yeah, he thought you were attractive...he thought you were a lot of things, really. probably too much to name, but as a start, he thought you were amazing. sweet, intelligent, outstandingly kindhearted. you were strong, self-made, and real. you were so real. and it sounds weird, but that's how he felt. you had your flaws and fears, things that made you anxious and things that made you cry. but he admired the way you carried yourself despite all of that, and he admired that you cried when you felt the need to cry. you were so utterly you, unashamed and sure of yourself—at least, that's how you seemed to him...so, yeah, he could admit he had a bit of a crush on you. love? well, he loved you very much as a companion. well—? did he? did he feel more? papyrus, he...honestly didn't know. but that didn't bother him one bit. feelings were things that he took in the present, feeling things when he felt them, simple as that. and if he were to come to the conclusion one day that he was in love with you? well, he would be happy with that, too.
us! sans
blue had...well, he'd had a crush on you from the start. he knew that, obviously. he had the desire to do romantic-y, date like things with you. he wanted to hold your hand and plant kisses on your forehead. he wanted to have more alone time with you, and sometimes he even felt a bit envious of others that you seemed to share a deeper connection with. though, he also knew well enough that you and him had a deep connection, too, so perhaps he had nothing to be worried about. you made him feel flustered when he was usually so self assured. but he kind of liked that. but, was he in love with you? well....no, honestly, he didn't think so. he knew he felt a deep fondness for you, of course, but he was cautious. he wanted to figure out his emotions more before he placed a concrete label on it—he thought that was smart. because if he concluded that he was in love with you, his brain would feel obligated to feel more jumbled around you. he didn't wanna rush his own emotions, and he didn't wanna pressure himself. so, as of right now, blue just...liked you. and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that. don't get him wrong, he liked you a lot, but love? yeah, later, probably.
us! papyrus
stretch? yeah, he thought you were cool. you were cute, he thought you were funny, cute, charming, did he mention cute? and it wasn't even all completely rooted in your physical appearance, it was how you carried yourself, too. your demeanors, your habits, it was all cute to him. but a crush on you? ...yeah, maybe, he wasn't too concerned with it. he knew he felt more attracted to you than most people, so did that mean he had a crush on you? he didn't know. and honestly, he was cool with leaving it that way. he was cool with not knowing until the opportunity or that eureka moment appeared on its' own. as of right now, if someone were to ask him, he'd probably just shrug. but, in his own mind, it was probably leaning to more of an intrigue.
uf! sans
oooh...you? gods, what wasn't there to be said about you? the way that you made him feel all flushed? the way you made him feel warm and fuzzy inside? the way that by even just looking at you, he felt like he had come home? he hadn't come to terms with his feelings yet because he was suppressing it. maybe if he wasn't such an emotional wreck he'd realize that, yeah, the guy was in love with you. not that he had figured that much out yet, but the thing he did know was that when he saw you he felt like he was floating. how long had it been since he'd met you? he forgets, because each moment he got to share with you felt like a new beginning for him. but, he knew he had to keep these thoughts to himself. it would only end with him getting hurt. he refused to believe that someone like you could feel the same way about someone like him.
uf! papyrus
you....gods, he really didn't wanna talk about it, honestly. but he knew you were bright, you were strong, and you were empathetic. you were someone who looked out for others, but you also knew when it was time to stand your ground. when you provided a vegetarian meal for poplar? yeah, edge wasn't the type to think of something like that. but you did. you tried your hardest to be good, and that was so different from him. edge was someone who knew who he was and knew what he wanted, but...he could still appreciate the person you were. you'd shown him kindness despite his initial rudeness towards you. you'd allowed yourself to show him trust despite the fact that he didn't trust you in the beginning. and that....yeah, that was enough to make him feel...something for you. he didn't know yet. he wanted to understand it all—he did, really. but he didn't. and he wasn't gonna try and force it.
ht! sans
recently, he'd come to a conclusion. and it scared the absolute fuck out of him. it terrified him, more than anything had in a long time. when he thought about how he felt towards you, it made him break out into a nervous sweat, and he did anything he could to get his mind off of it as soon as possible. because axe was in love with you. and he was well aware of it, though he wished he had remained blissfully ignorant. he wasn't gonna do anything about it, obviously. it would just create problems, but...well, it was a bit blurry. a gray area that irritated the hell out of him. didn't he deserve love? affection? it was spotty, after everything he'd done... but first and foremost, he needed to start healing himself, emotionally speaking. he wasn't going to pull you into his mess by saying anything about his feelings before he got his own shit together.
ht! papyrus
you were...cute. curious, and you made him feel just...good. you made him feel hopeful, alive. you made him feel so peaceful, a peace he once felt before everything happened back in his world. you made him feel normal. and poplar didn't wanna rush that feeling. he wanted to feel happy and live his life day by day. but, yeah, he liked you. he really did. a little crush, if anything. but for now, for the most part, he just wanted to have fun with you and his family. though, he was smart, so he was well aware that his fondness for you could grow into love with time, and he wouldn't have an issue with that one bit.
A/N: heyooooooooo so I haven’t written something in god knows how long but uh, here’s a fun story from the I Like You A Latte universe. It’s kind of alternate universe where Yoongi and Y/N never worked together and this is their little beginning story. So anyway, here is a Christmas gift from me to you..
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Word Count: 4,330
Genre: fluffy with smut. its like half smut. there wasn’t supposed to be any but it happened and I’m sorry.
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The atmosphere of the coffee shop was always welcoming and warm. You didn’t get to come out often and enjoy yourself, but when you did, this was your go to spot. God knows how long it’s been since you actually stopped in though. In lieu of coming here, you had taken to tar like coffee from gas stations on the way home or Jimin’s overly sweet coffee he made every morning. You missed this place. Something about the dim lighting and freshly baked goods always on display with the warm scent of coffee beans permeating the air, seemed to calm you down. Not to mention the staff had always been energetic and could put a smile on your face no matter what kind of sour mood you came in with.
Today was no exception, you had a large marketing meeting on the game you and Jungkook had developed over the last year and a half. Blood, sweat, and tears were poured into this project and you finally were ready to send your baby out into the world. It wouldn’t have been so nerve wracking if your last game hadn’t been a flop. Granted it was a gift for your team, and was never meant to be seen by other players, but Taehyung had insisted that it be put up as an indie title. It sunk nearly to the bottom of the “free to play” due to it’s low scores, and it damaged your self esteem a bit. Looking back you can definitely see why it got the ratings it did, but your team loved it and that’s all that mattered to you.
Reaching down into your bag, you pulled out your laptop and turned it on. While you waited for it to load, you went back to the counter to order a latte. The overly friendly red head who worked there all but bounced to the counter to take your order.
“Hey, don’t I know you?” He asked, leaning slightly in to peer at your face.
“Uh, maybe?” You said cautiously.
A hand flew from nowhere and slapped the red head on the arm, “Hoseok, please do not lean over my perfectly clean counters. And refrain from getting into the young lady’s face.” a tall man with black shaggy hair poked his head around the dessert case. His large brown eyes were narrowed in Hoseok’s direction. It would have been intimidating, but the fact that he had flour plastered on his right cheek, took away the effect he was hoping to have.
“Sorry, Jin.” Hoseok said sheepishly.
“And you do know her.” Jin added before ducking back behind the desserts to arrange them more neatly.
“He does?”
“I do?”
You and Hoseok questioned at the same time, wearing the same confused faces. “Mm. She used to be a regular.” He said distractedly before smiling in triumph at his work. “It’s been what, a year since you’ve been in?” He asked with a polite smile.
You bit your bottom lip in thought, has it been that long since you’ve been here? You honestly couldn’t remember. How long have you holed yourself up in your shared apartment? Nodding slightly to confirm his question, you looked a bit embarrassed for not even remembering. “I’d have to agree. It has been a while since I’ve been here.”
“Glad to have a customer back, then. I hope it wasn’t our coffee or desserts that drove you away.” Jin beamed and leaned his elbow on top of the case full of sweets.
Your hand flew the back of your neck in embarrassment, “ah, not at all!” You spit out, “actually I just got really busy and didn’t have much time to enjoy myself.” You explained, wondering why you were even explaining.
“Mm, that’s right. I remember you used to come in here and study. Are you still in school?” Jin questioned further, your eyes catching Hoseok step away from the counter to busy himself with your order.
“No, I graduated a year ago. I’ve been working on a project for the company I work for,” you smiled in appreciation to Hoseok as he slid your drink across the counter, “I am a game developer.”
Jin’s eyebrows shot up and he had an impressed look on his face, “that’s pretty cool. Will it be anything big we may hear of?”
You blushed at the thought of one of your games actually making it big, “I don’t know yet. I have to pitch the game first before our developer decides what kind of marketing it will get.”
“Well, whenever your meeting is, I’ll be rooting for you!” Jin smiled so his eyes turned into little crescents and you felt a wave of warmth flush through you. Typically when you told people what you did, it usually ended up with them scoffing or laughing in your face. Hardly any support came from your family, and your housemates were the only ones who really had your back through it all. However, the kind words of an almost stranger, welled you with confidence you needed.
Picking up your mug, you uttered a quick thank you before Jin turned to leave. Before you could turn away though, a figure stepping out of the back caught your attention. Blonde hair that was pushed under a black cap, with a handsome but almost pretty face looked back at you. Long, thin fingers stopped in their quest to tie a black apron around a thin waist. You felt the smile drop from your face as images began to flash in your mind.
Hands on your abdomen, mapping out every curve and swell of your body. Lips, hungry for more as they devoured your own. Hot breath brushing across your breasts.
Snapping out of your daydream you quickly turned to escape, hoping to God, that wasn’t who you thought it was. Even after a year, you could still remember that face clearly. Those eyes that stared into your soul, but were kind and loving.
“Shit..” you muttered. You didn’t dare to glance back just to double check. Instead you made it your one and only goal to get back to your seat and get to work on fine tuning your presentation. After all, it was what you came here for. You needed the peace and quiet, and you’d be damned if you risked it.
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Saving your work, you breathed a sigh of relief as your arms stretched above your head, popping your stiff joints. It was finally done. Officially. Your project proposal was turned in and you fine tuned everything until nothing more could be done. You felt accomplished and proud.
Tapping quickly on your phone screen, you see three and a half hours had passed by. “Shit!” You exclaimed, quickly shutting your laptop down and stuffing everything into your bag. You pulled on your coat and slung your bag over your shoulder before picking up your empty mug and returning it to the counter.
“Oh, wait!” Someone exclaimed from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see the black haired man rushing towards you with a paper bag in his hand. “This is for you, dear.” He handed you the decorative bag with a smile.
“Thanks! How much do I owe?” You looked down and began rummaging in your bag for some cash.
“It’s on the house.” Jin replied with a sly smile.
“Oh..well thank you.” you returned his smile but an uneasy feeling sat in the put of your stomach.
“Don’t thank me,” he winked, “but you seem to be in a hurry so you best be on your way.” He shooed you with his hands as you suddenly remembered you did have somewhere to be an hour ago. You spun on your heel with a quick goodbye and headed out the glass doors into the cool night air.
After two bus transfers you were finally back at the apartment. Flipping the keypad open, you could already hear the angry yelling from inside and you braced yourself before pushing open the door.
"I'm home!" you shouted from the entry way, making a beeline straight for your room before your three roommates could stop what they were doing and make their way to you. You were almost safe until a foot in the doorway stopped you from closing the bedroom door all the way.
"A little late, huh, Y/N?" Taehyung's voice called sweetly from behind you. A quick glance over your shoulder revealed him to be standing there with a smirk plastered on his face as his arms crossed over his chest.
"A little." you said meekly.
"That's dinner on the house. We ordered a lot of food, so you can take care of the bill when it gets here." he said, still with the smirk ever present on his gorgeous face.
"Of course, of course. Can I close my door now? I want to get changed and logged in so we can raid." you tried to usher him from your doorway but he pushed himself inside.
"I wanted to stay though," he pouted while flopping across your messy bed.
You sighed and walked over to him and grabbed him by the wrist and pulled on him, gesturing for him to leave, "You know you can't. Get out."
"I'm gay, it's totally okay." he tried to reason.
"It's not though, get out." you tried to pull on him again but he was as stubborn as ever. "Hey," you had an idea, "I have a pastry in that bag over there and it's all yours if you get the hell out of my room."
That perked him right up, and in one swift motion he was off your bed and grabbing the bag and out of the door before you even had a chance to blink. Sighing with relief you locked your door and undressed quickly, changing into a pair of plain sweats and a hoodie.
Your chair creaked under your weight as you hurridly plopped in the seat to log in to the game so you could do some raids with the guild. MMORPG's weren't usually on your list of games to play, but Jimin played it once and got everyone to play with him and now you all were hopelessly hooked on them. It was a nice change of pace from the shoot and run games you usually played.
"NO FUCKING WAY!" you heard Taehyung screech from down the hall in his room, causing your to jump up from your chair and run towards your bedroom door. As you were pulling it open, Taehyung was pushing it in.
"No. Fucking. Way." he repeated, his eyes literally sparkling and a big lopsided grin on his face.
"What? What's wrong?" you asked, quickly looking him over to make sure he hadn't hit his head and completely lost his mind.
At that moment, Jimin and Jungkook showed up behind Taehyung, looking concerned for their tall friend who stood before you. Slowly, Taehyung began to raise his hand with a bright yellow post-it note in it. He held it in front of your face and it took you a solid three seconds to let your eye focus on the perfectly written words on the paper.
"Please call me, +82 32 0000 0000, Yoongi." you mumbled the words outloud.
Two gasps came from behind Taehyung and you suddenly realized what that note meant. "Where the hell did you get this?" you said ripping it from Taehyung's hands.
"In the pastry bag." Taehyung said as a matter of fact.
"Yoongi. THE YOONGI?!" Jimin screeched, slapping the ever living hell out of Jungkook's arm in excitement.
"Fuck, I seriously thought he didn't recognize me." you groaned and slapped yourself in the face to make sure this was real life, and unfortunately, it was.
Yoongi was to say the least, the best you ever had; the only you ever had. It happened during your last big game you had. You had won the tournament and had gotten a full exposé in a gaming magazine with the guys. You met Yoongi that whole week they were pulling you in for interviews. He had been with the caterers and special made you coffee every morning complete with cute little drawings on bright yellow post-it notes.
After that week ended, you didn't see him for almost six whole months until you ran into him again on Christmas Eve. The two of you happened to be drinking your sorrows and stress away at a bar and ended up going home together after talking for a few hours.
Yoongi was the most gentle when it came to having sex. You had been nervous and fairly sober by time the act was actually happening, and in your awkward embarassment you had told him it was your first time and he made it as special as one could make it. It wasn't just the way that he made love, but the way he actually took his time and made sure you were comfortable the whole experience.
When the morning came, you had every intentions on staying for a while, but you had overheard him arguing with a woman at his front door and heard things you felt you shouldn't have heard - he had a girlfriend.
In your embarassment you gathered your clothes and slipped out through the patio and climbed over the small fence and did the walk of shame all the way to your apartment in the snow. When you had got home, Taehyung was coming in from his own night out and saw you and immediately went beserk when you told him what happened. It took a few hours to talk him down from going over there and beating Yoongi up for what happened. But even you didn't know the situation fully and didn't want to make accusations.
After that day you had become a recluse at home with your work and since Yoongi didn't have your contact information, neither one of you heard from each other again. Until today.
"Fuck, I can't believe he had the audacity to leave his number like that. Like you would even call him." Taehyung scoffed.
"I think she should call him." Jimin added from behind Taehyung.
"I agree." Jungkook said absently while he looked down at his phone.
You could almost hear the eye roll that Taehyung gave without even looking at him. Jimin and Jungkook weren't completely wrong though, you really should clear everthing up. You had really liked Yoongi and fantasized about him often, especially when you were feeling rather lonely.
Taehyung sighed and handed the post-it not over and left with a quick 'be careful' before he dragged the other two down the hallway with him. Closing your door, you walked over to your bed and sat at the foot of it, debating if you were really going to call him. Deciding to just do it, you dialed his number quickly and hit 'call' and held the phone nervously to your ear.
"Hello?" his lazy voice came through the phone.
"Yoongi? Hey, it's Y/N. I got your note."
A split second of silence was followed by what sounded like a relieved sigh, "Thank you for calling me. I know it's kind of sudden, but I get off work in about an hour, can you meet me?"
"Yeah, sure. Where?" your chest felt tight.
"My apartment. Do you remember where it is?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, awesome. I will see you soon." you could hear the smile in his voice.
You hung up quickly and dropped your phone in your lap and took a deep breath to settle your beating heart. It would take about 50 minutes to get to the other side of town at this time of day so you figured you had better get going.
Slipping on a pair of sneakers and grabbing your coat, you headed to the kitchen to let everyone know you were heading out.
"You're going dressed like that?" Jungkook scrutinized from his chair at the table.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" you shot back, looking down at your comfortable outfit.
"At least dress up for the dick you're about to get." he snorted.
Not willing to start that argument with him, you threw a banana from the counter at him and left in a huff, leaving behind three cackling men.
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You didn't have to wait long for Yoongi when you arrived at his apartment. By time he showed up his cheeks and nose were bright red from the cold. He had a small smile on his face when he walked over to you to let you into the apartment.
"Thanks for coming on short notice." he said. You watched him pull his warm layers off one by one until he was left in his work uniform.
"Mm." you were unsure of what to say as you stood awkwardly in his living room. He could sense your hesitation of the whole situatioon and took note of you looking around the room as if you were actually looking for something and not just avoiding eye contact.
"So, I wanted to talk about what happened." Wow. Straight to it. "I feel like I did something wrong last time, and it's been killing me because I am unsure of what it was. I thought we got along pretty nicely, but maybe I was wrong?"
"You had a girlfriend." you could be straightforward too.
"I- I'm sorry what?" he choked out.
Taking a deep breath to steel your feelings in case you were about to be let down, you recanted your story of the morning you snuck out of his apartment like some lame criminal. He watched you and listened intently trying to hide a smile, but it didn't go unnoticed.
"Is something funny?" you huffed.
"No. I didn't have a girlfriend. Well, sorry that would be a lie. I did have a girlfriend and that girl that was here, was in fact my girlfriend at one point, but we had been broken up for a while. I'm not sure what kind of guy you take me for but I would never do something like what we did if I was already with someone." he tried to assure you.
"Oh. Well, I feel stupid." feeling your cheeks heat up from embarassment you tried to fix your eyes on anything but Yoongi's face.
"Yes, well, I was too. I had the means to contact you but I was too scared. I thought I had really done something horrible."
You both sat there in silence for a few minutes thinking about how dumb you both were. Yoongi walked slowly over to you, his hand reaching out. “I’m really sorry for what happened. I know it’s not an excuse, but I really didn’t know she would show up like that. She had a rough time since we broke up even though it was a mutual decision.” He tried to explain.
“No, it’s really okay, Yoongi.” You smiled and tried to comfort him, “for the record though I don’t regret what happened. You made it a very special occasion for me.”
Yoongi slipped his hand into yours slowly, and intertwined your fingers, pulling you to him. Letting his other hand trail slowly up your arm, to your neck, then to your cheek while he leaned in and kissed you slowly. The kiss was just as soft as you remembered it from a year ago. Everything about this man was gentle.
Letting your hands settle on his hips, you pushed yourself closer into the kiss; into him. Your heart was already beating eractically in your chest just from a simple kiss. Pushing gently, you felt his legs hit the couch and pushed him down. Taking charge, you straddled his lap while his hands guided your hips to a more comfortable position. Your hands found their way to his perfectly round cheeks and held his face while you fought the urge to devour him right then and there.
You could already feel the bulge pressing into you and you ground down on his hips, pulling a soft moan from him. He pulled back to look up at you and smile, recirpocating the movement of grinding up into you. Sucking in a breath, the two of you continued that little game for several minutes. His hands trailed up inside of your shirt, up your ribcage and further up to pull your hoodie off. His lips went straight to your chest and began planting small kisses over every inch of skin he could find.
Without even realizing it, he had unclasped your bra with one hand and pulled the lacy garment down with his teeth, his mouth immediately finding the soft round bud on your breast and sucking on it.
"Ahh.." you moaned, pushing your chest out just a little farther.
While his mouth worked on one nipple, his hand came up to the other and began to squeeze it gently and roll the sensitive bud between his fingers. You ground your hips down harder on his dick that you could assume was painfully strained in his pants.
Without warning, his hands went behind your knees and he flipped you so you were laying on your back on the couch. In one swift motion he pulled his shirt off over his head and discarded it somewhere behind the couch. Yoongi went directly back to your breasts, licking and sucking.
Allowing your hands to roam on his torso, you felt your way down his muscled chest to the top of his pants. Popping the button open quickly and all but shoving your hand down the waistband of his pants. Your hand found its target. Gripping Yoongi’s dick gently you began to pump him slowly.
“Fuuck..” his voice deep and husky against your skin. Before you knew it, Yoongi’s hands gripped the waistband of your sweats and pulled them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to him. You let go of him in shock.
His eyes roamed over your body slowly, appreciating what was in front of him. His long fingers gripped into your thighs and spread your legs apart and he quickly ducked down and began licking your pussy. Slow, teasing licks causing your breathing to speed up slightly.
One finger slid inside.
Then a second one.
He put the full attention of his mouth and tongue to your clit while his fingers worked their magic elsewhere. It didn’t take long for that sweet release to build up in the pit of your stomach.
“Ah, Yoongi..I’m-“ his fingers sped up ever so slightly and curled inward, hitting you just right and causing your orgasm to push through you.
“Holy fuck!” You raised your hand to your mouth and covered it while Yoongi continued what he was doing. Your legs were trembling but it felt too good to stop him.
You gazed down at him and caught him staring up at you from between your legs, if you hadn’t just came, you probably would again from that look alone.
Suddenly his fingers were gone from inside of you and inside of his mouth. He moaned and closed his eyes, tasting you on his fingers.
As much as you loved how gentle he was, you couldn’t take it anymore. You leaned up and pushed him back so he was sitting up. You made quick work of removing the rest of his clothing and straddling his lap. You could feel his dick pushing against you and it sent a shudder through your body.
It didn’t take too much adjusting before he was pushing into you. The feeling of his cock inside of your pussy was almost enough to send you over the edge again. Both of you moaned in pleasure, heartbeats picking up.
His hands found their way to your ass and you took that as a sign to go. However, leaving you without a chance to do anything about it, Yoongi began fucking up into you. His hips, slamming into you and the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin began to fill the small living room along with your combined moaning.
“Ah, you feel so fucking good.” Yoongi grunted, his eyes on yours, refusing to look away.
You settled with a nod in response because you knew you couldn’t reply with words. Instead you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close to you and his thrusting got faster and harder.
A quick slap of his hand across your ass brought forth a yelp from your lips, “shit, shit, shit, fuck this feels so good.” You whined in his ear.
It gave him the notion to fuck into you harder, and that feeling began welling up inside of you again. “Yoongi~.” You moaned.
“C’mon baby.” He groaned.
That’s all it took to send another shockwave through your body. Your arms held him tighter to you while he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm. His hips getting sloppier and more desperate, quickly he was brought to his own orgasm.
“God damn.” He grunted through it, his forehead pressed into your shoulder while his hips stilled.
You both relaxed into the couch together, still in your close position, not able to move.
“That was nice.” You muttered.
“More than nice. God, I’ve been thinking about that for a year.” He admitted with a small laugh.
Both of you fell into a comfortable silence, and it wasn’t long before you thought he had fallen asleep. You leaned back to gaze at him and he was staring at you in wonder.
“What are your plans for Christmas Eve?” He asked suddenly.
“Oh, I’m not sure. Why?”
“Would you like to spend it with me?”
You smiled and nodded, “and don’t worry. It won’t be like last Christmas. I won’t disappear.”
