After working all day having to deal with several people running your ears with requests, your body needed a well-deserved rest. The moment you got back to the apartment your evening started with the average routine. Once you have finally changed and sat on the couch with your leftovers, tears began to roll down your cheeks. There was not a single person that you could call. Everyone was either working overseas or they were practicing for their next comeback.
You sniffled as you buried your head into the plushie that your partner had given you the last time he visited. It had been a while since the last time you had spent time with him, he always knew what to do when your day was rough. Sometimes he would grab your hand, pull you under the blankets, and cuddle you until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. Min Yoongi could lay down almost anywhere and sleep but you both knew that his best rest was in bed with you. Being in a long-distance relationship led to the longest nights but the two of you made it work. Even in the public eye, there were times when the two of you shared a moment while everyone was watching.
Your head was buried into the plushie's face when your phone went off, a VLive notification popped on-screen “BTS VLIVE”. You sat up and connected your computer to the TV. It's always nice to be able to sit back and watch when the guys went live, it was surprising to see Suga on screen.
With a heavy sigh you smiled, mumbling about his wide gummy smile. It was calming to be able to see him. Although it still didn’t settle the anxiety that dwelled in your heart from the day. You had to admit though, your partner looked stunning in an all-black attire. His outfit reminded you of your first date a year ago. It was such a beautiful night spent indoors as the two of you sat in his studio with a glass of wine. He played a song that he designed but had no intention of releasing. As he softly hummed along, you began singing trying to keep up with the rhythm. Yoongi became silent, listening to you attentively.
The more you thought of that night the more at ease you felt until he pulled his guitar out and started playing. It was surprising seeing him being able to play so well, it was not long since he mentioned that he wanted to learn. He sounds pretty skilled but you knew that you could still kick his butt in playing with 4 years of practice on your belt. The longer that you watched the more your brain slowed down and you were able to relax. The moment of serenity that you needed came along when he said he was going to play his last bit before heading out.
He watched the stream of comments fly up the screen, he leaned in reading them as he strummed slowly looking at the camera. The moment that he smiled his sweet, gummy smile he began to hum gently. Playing the same melody from your first date. The tears began to flood your eyes, falling onto your crossed arms, as he waves with his final good-bye. The stream has ended. Your heart fluttered as you sang the song where Yoongi left off. The plushie was now drenched with tears and small drips of snot from all that crying, before you know it, Yoongi was calling your phone.
“How was it?” Yoongi asks, sounding cocky.
You sniffled, choking back your tears as he shushed you gently. He kept reassuring you that no matter how your day went and how much you wanted to hold it in he was there for you. You laid down snuggling your plushie when he sent a request to have a video call. With tears running down your flushed cheeks the two of you finally saw each other. There was no way he would miss out on seeing your crying face, he would always laugh at how red you would get. He couldn’t help but smile stupidly as you attempted to wipe the tears away.
“You’re not great at comforting people,” you choke out, laughing.
“No one said I was going to comfort you,” he raised an eyebrow, “did you watch the Vlive?”
“Was I supposed to, I figured you were playing for ARMY”, jokingly pouting into your plushie, “you know, you sang it wrong.”
Yoongi was quick to notice your bratty attitude but played along, “Is that so? Then why don’t you sing for me so I can learn?”
He pulled out his guitar again, gently strumming the chords for the lullaby. You didn't want to sing and tried to laugh it off but he kept going even starting to sing along. When the two of you first wrote that piece a year ago, nothing was going to come from it, it was just for fun something to share in secret. The more he played the more you knew that he was your one, words alone could not capture what you two felt or experienced with one another. The notes. The lyrics. The rhythms and beats. They all intersected creating what the both of you considered to be fate.
Finally, you felt light as a feather at peace at last so much so that you began to fall asleep. Yoongi noticed your light breathing and watched the screen. He strummed softly, effortlessly as he gazed at your sleeping face.
“I hope you realize you do not have to be perfect. You don’t have to do anything special, just keep going. Tomorrow will be better. I love you... Good-night.”
Summary : When you're broken-hearted from a breakup, Yoongi decides that only he can treat you right.
Trigger Warnings : Obsessive themes, vague depiction of harassment(?), kidnapping
This is in no way supposed to be a depiction of an ideal relationship. This is written only for entertainment purposes only. I do not condone romantisizing any obsessive and abusive behavior in real life.
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Same old day ( or in this case , night ) , same old routine.
Yoongi was tired of this job. For an introvert like him , the whole scene of a club didn't suit him. The sweaty bodies grinding on each other , the horrid stench of alcohol, the loud deafening cheers and the dance floor which was abused by pounding feet and broken glasses .
He didn't know how he had survived working at a place like this. He had seen his fair share of drunken fights and sad , broken hearted people coming to drown their sorrows away.
There had been instances where he'd wanted to quit, but Yoongi had landed himself in a place which drew in just the right amount of crowd to pay him handsomely.
So he continued , fishing a cloth from his waistband to clean the counter from various spilled drinks, waiting for the night to pass so he could finally go home and work on his music before letting sleep consume him.
That's when he saw you.
There you were - eyes swollen , h/c hair slightly disheveled, a red body fitting dress hugging all your curves and long legs dragging yourself to the bar as if weights had been tied to your ankles.
Yoongi was frozen. He had never seen someone so beautiful. He remained staring at you even as you plopped yourself on a high chair and requested for "the strongest drink they had'' . He couldn't move, he couldn't hear . It was as if the world stopped moving and the only thing he could see was you.
He was finally broken out of his trance when you snapped your fingers in his face.
You pushed the menu towards him and pointed out to what you thought was the right drink for the night. The name sounded intimidating and you could only hope that it would mess you up enough for you to forget about the thing which made you stumble into here in the first place.
Yoongi had never felt like this before. He bent his head down and moved his hands,blindly trying to reach the ingredients for the drink with a rosy blush on his cheeks.
In his mind,he kept repeating the two words you had softly uttered following him giving you your drink.
"Thank You."
He felt like he got punched in the lungs, air whooshing out of him in a single breath. Even your voice was beautiful, like a choir of angels singing only for him to hear. Perhaps he'd done good deeds in his past life to encounter a beauty like you.
He sneaked in some glances while serving others with shaking hands, growing flustered every time he looked at you.
It isn't till you've downed countless drinks that you break down.
"I mean, not to brag but I did everything he loved and wanted. I-I don't understand what I did wrong that he ended up cheating on me!" You practically wailed and sobbed like a child, attracting a few annoyed looks from people nearby. "Am I not pretty enough? Is that why he did it?"
Although Yoongi wanted to say something, he was really bad at comforting people and so the only words that escaped his mouth were a whispered - "No, you're very beautiful." Luckily for him, you had heard him and gave him a small smile only to start crying remembering how your jerk of a boyfriend never actually called you beautiful unless he wanted sex.
"You know, screw him. I'm going to have fun!" You set down your current poison and stumble towards the dance floor with Yoongi's eyes following your every move.
Yoongi on the other hand was still in awe of how selfless you were. As he heard you rant about the countless things you did for your ex , confusion only grew in his mind.
You were one of a kind. So naive, so pure.
You deserved someone who would take care of you like the apple of their eye. Could he perhaps try to be that person?
He just couldn't understand. The way he felt about you , your unmatchable beauty which you didn't acknowledge and most importantly how badly he wanted to hurt your ex for hurting you this way. It practically broke his heart when he saw your tears leave trails on your cheeks; he never wanted to see your cry ever again.
Yoongi maintains his watch over you and it doesn't take much time for him to take notice of your discomfort when a guy starts to dance a little too close to you. He finally decides to interfere and leaves his place from behind the bar, his feet carrying him to you.
Yoongi quickly but gently grabs hold of you wrist and begins to drag you away. You simply stumble forward with him while voicing your concern with undecipherable mumbles, leaving the creep behind to look for other vulnerable girls to prey on.
"Hey, you're the cute bartender guy, where ya taking me?" Yoongi's cheeks flare up instantly. Did you think he was cute ? You didn't see him as the intimidating guy like everyone did? You truly were special. He would try his best to be the cutest guy out there. Just to make you smile widely like you were right now.
"Hehe you're all red!" Yoongi believed he looked like a tomato by now . He simply remained quiet and walked towards the exit, trying to hide his little grin of joy.
Thank god he was here to prevent anything bad. What if he wasn't? What if something happened to you? Various scenarios played out in his mind which definitely didn't end well. This further proved his worries, he couldn't risk you any harm. He continued on his walk with firmness in steps, a sense of protecting you taking over.
You had fallen asleep a few minutes after he settled you down in the backseat of his car, you being too sleepy and drunk to even notice that you were now in a stranger's car. The ride to his apartment was silent , excluding the hundreds of thoughts in Yoongi's mind on how to make you the happiest girl alive.
He somehow manages to carry you into his apartment without dropping you and settles you into his bed. With that he slides in beside you, underneath the covers, smiling as he watches you sleep, softly tracing your features. He didn't know how he got so lucky, you walked right into his life. It was like destiny. The world was too cruel, he needed to protect you, he would make sure of that.He would get you anything he wanted to make you happy, all he wanted was for you to stay with him, in his home away from the world.
Maybe you'd resist, try to get away and call him crazy but that was okay, he'd know that you were just confused. You'd understand him sooner or later, after all he loved you so very much . This was home, with you in his arms.
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Okay so this is the first smut I have ever written and published anywhere, I apologise if it’s not that great but constructive criticism is always welcome. Our ask is open so you can leave comments about anything that you did/didn't like.
NSFW lmao
Writer: Ash
You checked your watch nervously for the umpteenth time, arrival time: 8:45, time to go through customs: approximately 30 minutes, journey time from the airport to the house: an hour and a half. he should be here soon..
You stood up and smoothed out your dress before slouching back into the sag of the couch that you had been inhabiting for the last hour or so you heard a click and immediately straightened up. Arching your back to show your curves and lazily throwing one leg over the other before ruffling your hair slightly you turned your attention to the figure that was now occupying the doorway. It had only been a couple of months but he had changed so drastically that you couldn't believe it was him. His baggy trousers and vest had been replaced with a well fitted suit, his once dark hair now a light blonde and his usually blank expression had been replaced with a smirk. You drank in the sight of the new and improved Yoongi that stood before you going over every last detail with your eyes in an attempt to burn the image of him into your brain forever.
“Are you going to say hello or are you just gonna sit there drooling all night?” he chuckled, stepping through the doorway and making his way over to the couch. He opened his mouth to speak again but you stopped him by wrapping his tie around your fist and pulling him in towards your face, his breath caught in this throat as you lightly brushed your lips over his ear.
“I kept the promise.”
“Of course you did kitten, I knew I could trust you not to touch yourself whilst I was away.” Yoongi’s voice vibrated through your body, it had been so long since you had felt him. You needed him. Now. You stood up, still holding onto his tie, causing him to take a few steps back. Wasting no time you walked straight past him and into the bedroom leading him behind you like a pet. Letting go of his tie, you turned to face him.
“Don’t you dare think you’re in charge here.” He said firmly as he began to take his tie off, he walked past you and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes sweeping over the curves of your hips.
“Undress for me.” he sighed, leaning back and unbuttoning his shirt. You slowly slipped the straps off the dress over each shoulder before letting the whole thing slide down to your ankles. Shaking your hair slightly, you went to step out of your heels.
“No no no no no.. keep them on, I’ll need them later.” he smirked swiftly pulling off his suit jacket and shirt in one motion. “How bad do you want it princess?” he nodded towards the crotch of his trousers before reaching out and pulling you on top of him. Your skin colliding for the first time in months, the sensation caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. He flipped you over onto your back before running a hand up your stomach and across the exposed part of your chest, he skilfully unhooked your bra before pulling it off and throwing it to the side of the room.
“Here’s the rules of the game, okay?” His hands were planted firmly on either side of your head. “You have to lie flat and you’re not allowed to move. No arching your back, no pushing, guiding, touching. Nothing. Understand?”
You nodded slightly.
“Understand?” His voice sounded impatient.
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Yoongi slid your arms above your head before sliding his hands down them and onto your now exposed breasts, his fingers lightly brushed over your nipples causing your breath to hitch in your chest. You began to wriggle slightly but stopped when he took his hands off you.
“No moving.” He said angrily, looking you in the eyes. You chewed your lip before nodding and closing your eyes, focusing on your breathing and staying as still as possible.
Sighing, you waited for his hands to return to their position on your body. Just as you began to relax into the bed your body was made rigid by something wet flicking over your nipple, choking back a moan you opened your eyes and looked down to see Yoongi running his tongue over and around your nipples. He stopped only to look up at you and smile before returning his attention to your sensitive spots, grazing his teeth over them slightly and forcing you to groan loudly. You heard him let out a low chuckle before lowering a hand to your thighs and gliding upwards from your knee to the lace of your new underwear, your breathing deepened as he began to trace along the edge of your lingerie and across the bottom of your waist. He unhooked his mouth from your breast before leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach and onto your thighs, his lips burning into your skin, making your lip quiver and your toes curl. You let out a shaky whimper as he slowly started stroking you through your panties, you felt your body begin to writhe under his touch but you managed to control yourself before he noticed.
“How are you feeling baby?” Yoongi asked, resting his cheek on your thigh.
You mumbled a response and closed your eyes in an attempt to block out the ever present need to reach down and touch him, opening your eyes ever so slightly you looked down at him. His newly dyed hair lay perfectly across the skin on your leg, his bare chest rising and falling in time with the movement of his fingers on your body. He expertly circled your clit, wasting no time in getting you wet. You made a futile attempt to stifle a moan but couldn't hold back any longer.
“Fuck, you know I love it when you make noise for me kitten.” Yoongi growled, hooking his fingers into the top of your underwear. He removed them swiftly over your heels before returning his attention to your now fully exposed body. You felt his finger run down your folds and circle your entrance.Your hips started unwillingly rutting against him, unable to control yourself any longer. You needed him inside you, there was a burning feeling lingering in your groin and you couldn’t take it any more. Suddenly his touch was gone, his hand was quickly placed on your hip and you felt him begin to push you back into the mattress.
“How much do you want it princess?”
“A lot.” You mewled, settling your hips back into comfort of the bed, you looked down to see Yoongi’s face hovering below your belly button.
“Don’t get greedy. You have to be patient.”
“Please Yoongi. I need it.” You bucked your hips towards him slightly, hoping he would take the hint. He smirked and looked up at you before replying.
“Beg for it.”
“What do you me-” You were cut off as Yoongi’s tongue collided with your skin, licking down your lower abdomen and stopping at the top of your clit.
“Please, please Yoongi, I’m begging you, please, I’ll do anything just please keep going.”
“Good girl” His tongue traced the words on your skin sending jolts of electricity through your body. Your hips automatically lifted to meet his lips. He quickly found a rhythm, licking in time with the movement of your hips. Your back arched and your hands grabbed for anything they could find, tangling it in his hair seemed appropriate. You tugged on the blonde strands, moaning loudly as he pushed a finger into you. The feeling of him inside you was almost enough to send you over the edge, your breathing deepened as he moved around inside you.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He purred, running his free hand up your leg and over your waist. He steadied your hips before burying his face in between your legs again, moving his tongue quicker than before in an attempt to make you come undone. You felt a knot begin to form in your groin as another finger slipped inside of you and he quickened his pace.
“Fuck, Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered as the muscles in your legs began to tighten around his head. Just as you began to let go, Yoongi pulled out and sat back. Confusion and disappointment clouded your mind as you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him.
“Why did you sto-” You were cut off as Yoongi pressed his lips against yours hungrily.
“You’re not allowed to cum before me, you should know that princess.” He breathed between kisses. You wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him closer to you, resting his bare chest on yours.
“Hurry up and cum then.” You chuckled, pushing him back. He laughed before unbuckling his belt, pulling it off and laying it beside you.
“We’ll need that later.” he smiled, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off, revealing the bulge in his underwear. You sat up and reached forward, hooking your fingers under his waistband.
“I’ve missed you so much.” you sighed, pulling down his boxers allowing his length to spring free. He pushed you back onto the bed before flipping you onto your stomach and lifting your hips into the air, you felt his hand glide up your chest and over your neck.
“Suck.” He commanded, running his index finger along your bottom lip. You complied by opening your mouth and circling his finger with your tongue, coating it with your spit.
“Good girl.”
He removed his finger from your mouth and began circling your entrance with it. You pushed your hips against him, begging him to enter you. He slid his finger into you, closely followed by another. You bit your lip, holding back a moan, as he began to curl and uncurl his fingers inside you. Your hips automatically began rutting against him in an attempt to get more of him.
“What do you want baby?”
“Fuck me.”
“Excuse me?” He stopped moving his fingers and pulled them out.
“Fuck me, please. I need you inside me Yoongi.”
“Since you asked nicely.” He teased, lining up with your entrance.
“Please!” You cried, pushing yourself against him. He teased you, pushing into you and pulling out instantly. You let out a whine, sticking your ass in the air and wiggling it trying to tempt him in. He groaned, taking a hold of your hips firmly whilst sliding into you fully, a string of curses left your mouth as he allowed you to adjust to him. You lifted your head and nodded slightly, notifying him that you were ready. He pulled back briefly before slamming back into you causing you to moan loudly, Yoongi reached forward and wrapped a handful of your hair around his fingers and tugged it towards him. He picked up his speed and with his free hand began to circle your clit, moving his finger in time with his thrusts. He knew you wouldn’t last long like this, your hands desperately looked for something to hold onto as you began to reach your climax. Your moans grew louder as he increased his pace, knowing fine well that you were close.
“Yoongi, please, I’m gonna c-” You were stopped as he pulled out of you and flipped you back over, reaching for his belt. He held your wrists together and slipped the belt around them and buckling it tightly before pinning your wrists above your head.
“Bring your knees up to your chest.” he directed. You done as you were told, waiting for him to pick up where he left off. Talking a hold of your heel, he pushed your leg against your exposed breast before sliding back into you, this time starting straight away. He pounded into you with urgency, breathing shakily as your body started to tighten around him. The position he had you in allowed him to reach deeper inside you, hitting you in just the right spot.
“Fuck, Yoongi, I don’t know if I can hold on for much longer.” You screamed as he quickened his thrusts. Digging his fingers into your hip, he let out a low moan.
At that you felt yourself come undone, you closed your eyes as you felt your body shattering, letting out a slur of curses and moans. You opened your eyes to see Yoongi shudder, his eyes closed and fingers tangled in his hair as he let out a shaky breath. You could still feel him throbbing inside you as he emptied his load. He let go of your heel before pulling out and laying on top of you. Breathing heavily, he reached up to undo his belt and release your hands. You threw the belt to the side and lay on Yoongi’s chest, listening to his tired breathing.
“You do know I’m gonna have to punish you for cumming without permission, right?”
