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Blowing Bubbles

Summary - Yoongi like to take care of you the same way you take care of him, of course with the addition of some more activities.

warnings: (this is a smut so yeah) unprotected sex, cream pie, hickies, use of baby girl, begging, slight dom/sub undertone, soft dom Yoongi, sub reader, wrongful use of kitchen counter, oral (female receiving). I believe that is all... I think.

Sunshine spreads across the room, letting a soft beige hue run around the usually darkened area. You open your eyes, sleepily trying to adjust to the bright lighting. Warmth filled your body at the feeling of his hot breath brushing against the shell of your ear. His hand traced up and down your hips and thighs, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps despite the warmth provided by the covers. You snuggled closer into him, pressing your body further into his embrace. His nose presses into your neck where he lands a few butterfly kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulders.

“I know you’re asleep ” his veiny fingers brushed through your tangled hair,“and I know you can’t hear me, but I don’t think I’ll be able to tell you when you’re awake…” he let out a shaky breath.

“I’m going to marry you one day.” He paused

“As soon as I’m done with all the Idol stuff.”

Tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. Yoongi was never one to express his feelings so to hear him be vulnerable felt like a snow day in the middle of the desert. Your body starts to tremble weakly as you try to keep your emotions hidden, eyes shutting tightly, effectively steading your quickening heartbeat. Your body relaxed further into his hold, you stirred groggily next to him and stretched obnoxiously, acting as if you had just woken up. You turned to look at him, taking in his handsome features. His sweet brown eyes capture your attention, you take in how they droop slightly at the ends, quietly studying his features, searching for all the small details you have yet to notice and admire throughout the years. You stare deep within them, the light in the room highlighting the tiny specks of honey scattered around his irises between the predominant dark brown. Your eyes drag down to his cute nose. Even though he doesn’t like you to point it out, it was one of your favorite features. Then just below his boopable nose his pouty lips call your attention. Their innocent look was disorienting, considering the explicitness that came from his soft pink lips, as well as the vulgarity he used in his music.

Your eyes quickly flick back up to meet his, earning a soft closed mouth smile that makes his dark eyes disappear for a second.

“Hi.” Your body was starting to become cognizant again after your restful sleep, subconsciously nuzzling yourself further into him.

“Hi,” he whispered back, placing a small peck on your nose. A breathy giggle spilled from your lips as they shifted on the bed, successfully positioning yourself onto your favorite spot on his chest, right above his heart. Your hands absentmindedly drew small circles on his torso. Mornings with Yoongi were far and few so days that started like this were special.

You laid together in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence. The relationship had been a bit rocky since the beginning, but together you’ve managed to survive through arguments, distance, and petty rumors that created tension between you throughout your relationship. Yet, even with tribulations such as these, moments with him made the headaches and anxieties worthwhile. Moments like this were precious.

He pulls you closer into him and takes a deep breath, placing a few more small kisses into your messy hair. His hand massages the top of your head while the other draws unrecognizable figures onto your exposed arm. Your vision darkens and you doze off lulled by his shallow breathing and his comforting touches.

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You wake again to find Yoongi’s cold hand resting on your forehead. You smile softly and shake your head, effectively shooing away the offending limb. The clock on the nightstand shone dimly compared to the sun coming into the room. It was now past eleven-thirty. After a few seconds of contemplation, you decide to get out of bed to prepare brunch. You take a quick look at your sleeping boyfriend and lean in close to him, cupping his chubby face and planting a quick kiss on his warm lips. Your eyes lock on his sleep swollen face, subconsciously taking in his softness there. You study the way his features relax in this state and run your thumb and forefinger across his jawline and press another array of tiny kisses to his jaw. His strong arms wrap around your waist under the baggy shirt you were wearing and pulled you into him, making your face smush into his neck.

“Yoongi…” you groaned into his pale neck. One of his hands snaked down to your butt and the other stayed wrapped tightly around you.

“Can’t breathe.” He giggled and flipped you over so that you now laid beneath him.

“Ahh, better.” He hums into your ear as he lays heavily on top of you. His husky morning voice sends a chill up your spine.

“Yoongi, you’re squishing me.” You squirm under him but to no avail, so you let yourself be consumed by his body weight and melted into his touch.

“Baby, you need to stop moving, unless you want to help me with this.” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear. You hummed at his action as your face flushed at his word.

He gripped both of your wrists with one hand and placed them above your head. His legs shifted to comfortably straddle your hips. His hand traversed up your rouged skin, stilling sweetly under your chin, his face inching closer to yours. His lips grazed your own, causing a small gasp to escape from your parted mouth. His nose brushed against your reddening cheeks. Slowly you felt the room around you become increasingly hot. You reached up to meet your lips to his, but he leaned back to avoid your advances, adding to your growing frustration.

“Yoongi…” you moaned.

His eyes searched for the universe in your own, adoration dripping from his gaze alongside a playful glint. It seems that he had gone in a trance. He loved to hear his name come out of your mouth. Especially in occasions like this, he loved to push you to the point of desperation, knowing exactly what buttons to press to get what he wanted out of you. Both of you were panting, as heat surrounding you started to become a fire which ignited your entire body, quickly sobering you up from your previous sleepiness.

Yoongi’s bedroom eyes bore into yours, the corners of his mouth twitched up into his pouty lips.

“Let’s go eat breakfast, I’m feeling,” his head quirks playfully to the right “hungry.”

Quickly he hopped off, walking sluggishly into the restroom to presumably brush his teeth and freshen up a bit before eating. You stayed on the bed conflicted, knowing that if you didn’t listen you might not get what you want from your boyfriend so instead of dwelling on your tingling body, you get up on shaky legs, trudging your way to the kitchen.

“Okay Google, play music,” you yell across the room.

The small robot answers happily, eagerly broadcasting soft R&B littered the quaint kitchen. The music helps your fuzzy mind regain focus as you sang along to a couple of songs, getting lost in your own little world, paying no mind to anything other than the task at hand. You start feeling a bit lonely and call out to Yoongi.

“Yes, beautiful?” he whispers into your ear while grabbing your hips, his cold hands pressed into your ample thighs, placing you flush against him. He startled you, and you flinch at his sudden appearance. Your movement causes you to tap the side of the saucepan with your pinky finger. You yelped at the pain and brought your finger up to your mouth, scowling slightly at your needy boyfriend.

“Bro, watch it, I’m cooking,” you pout, looking at your now slightly crispy finger as Yoongi fetches you a cube of ice to numb your pain.

“I’m sorry beautiful” he grabbed onto your hurting hand and gave it a small peck. He pulled your body flush to his, engulfing you in his tight embrace, “I’ll finish making breakfast.”

You nod in appreciation while finding a seat on the tall chairs on the island in your kitchen. Watching him finish preparing the toast was comforting. While he was away, you missed the domesticity of your relationship. It felt like a regular relationship. It made you imagine all the good things to come. You’d always thought of your future with Yoongi. You could almost see how things would pan out. But you instead decided to enjoy watching your handsome boyfriend finish making breakfast. Your eyes rake down his slim figure. He had recently started working out again; you can tell by the way that his chest and shoulders have broadened. You impulsively walk towards him, the heat from earlier this morning reaching back to your body. You stalk towards him and silently wrap yourself around his taught torso and nuzzle your face into his back.

“I love you Yoongi,” your small hands slithered up his oversized shirt and lifted it enough to place a few kisses down his spine. Goosebumps appeared as you continued to massage his shoulders. You sensed the tension in his muscles and began to knead at the knots littering his back.

“I love you too jagiya”

A small click is heard as Yoongi turns the stove off. He wiggles loose from your grip and turns to look at you. His eyes find yours. You notice the same darkness that was present earlier this morning. Slowly, he leans down, glossy eyes locking onto your own, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You feel a familiar bulge poke at your stomach and whimper, excited for what’s to come. He takes a couple of steps towards you, caging you between his legs and the kitchen island. You jump up and sit on the marble top. One of his hands rests on your neck, as he presses his thumb on your soft lips, you take his digit into your mouth and glance down at him with innocent eyes. You had always had a slight affinity with his hands and now that they were in your grasp you couldn’t help but take advantage and appreciate them for their beauty. His other hand draws a line down your torso. Goosebumps rise in its wake, your body tingling with anticipation. Finally, it reaches your silky thighs and your legs part a bit to give him some room to get close to you. Your hands slither up the nape of his neck to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling at the roots. He moaned into the kiss, lolling his head back into your hand. You take advantage and make your way down his pale neck. With labored breath his hands slide into the hem of your shirt, tugging at it, effectively pulling it from your body. He stops and takes a step back. His eyes scan your exposed skin.

“Fuck.” He runs the back of his fingers up your stomach. He stalks back toward you and reaches a tentative hand to your chest and skims his thumb on your sensitive nipple. You whine at his touch. He lands a plethora of sloppy kisses down your neck and collarbone leaving a few soft pink marks as he makes his way to your other breast. He takes the pebbled bud into his mouth and laves at the sensitive skin, leaving you with tunnel vision: you at this moment see nothing other than Yoongi.

“Yoongi…” you gasped out. Your voice was weak and your breathing became shallow. Slowly, he began to traverse down your body, kissing languidly at your exposed skin, leaving a few love bites along the way. His hands follow the curves of your figure. Yoongi tugs at the elastic of your panties, kissing his way down your legs. You look down at him and your eyes meet. The air in your lungs seemed to escape as your breath hitches at the intensity in his eyes. You notice something behind his gaze. Your heart swelled at his fondness. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world

You feel his finger swipe lazily at your heat when he finally plunged his finger into your entrance. His finger curls up and presses against your sweet spot, causing your wall to close around his busy fingers. Moans slip freely from your lips.

“Do you hear that baby?” he breathed out. His pace quickens and you can clearly hear the lewd noises that come from his actions. Your hands jet up to your face, an embarrassed heat spreads up your ears. You feel his hand stop abruptly and you let out an exasperated groan.

“I don’t think so beautiful,” his hand slid out of your heat and you let out a desperate sigh. His sticky hands pull at your tense arms. As soon as your face becomes visible his lips attach onto yours.

“I. Need. To. See. How good. I make you. Feel.” Each of his words is punctuated with a short but passionate kiss. He detaches from your swollen lips and takes a second to catch his breath.

“I need to hear you baby,” his fingers find their way back into your sopping folds, a wanton moan leaving you breathless.

“I need to know how good I’m making you feel.” His fingers find your g-spot effortlessly, yet even with his incessant pace you still need more to get you over the edge. Subconsciously, your hips grind into his busying hand, and once again he slows his actions. Reluctantly you stop, not wanting him to completely still his actions. You take a few full breaths to keep yourself calm, knowing that blowing up would only get the opposite of what you craved. Tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes, desperation running through your veins. Your mind is hazy but you’re able to set your focus on the source of your frustration. Pathetic whimpers echo through the kitchen.

You let your hands run through his hair finding a way to reground yourself as he begins to lower to his knees aligning his face with your core. You feel his breath on the insides of your thighs. His lips graze the sensitive skin and place small buzzing kisses. You hum, becoming needier for his touch. Your legs begin to tremble in anticipation as his hands stay busy in your core. His mouth attaches to your swollen bud. Electricity shoots through your body as his soft lips envelope the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hand quickens and you feel your stomach tighten at his actions.

“Does that feel good?Hm? You’re shaking, is my baby girl getting desperate for me?” A smug smirk is plastered on to his face. His other hand takes its place on your thigh while his thumb massages figure eights onto your swollen jewel. You let out a loud moan, squirming as his skilled hands mold you into a mess. Your hips buck into him, he speeds up rushing to get you to your climax as you tighten around his long finger and he lets out a deep groan.

“Cum for me baby girl.” You nod at his request and let yourself succumb to the pleasure he provided. Your legs shake and tense until the coil in your stomach finally unravels. You can’t help but let out a string of needy moans. His hands stay at a steady pace, slowing only to let you ride out your high. Overstimulation begins to set in and you wince slightly at his actions. He moves his hands away from your body. His eyes meet yours again as he brings his wet fingers into his mouth.

“You’re always so sweet baby girl.” He stands to meet you at eye level. You feel his hands run down your back landing on your hips, his fingers dig in steadying your shaking legs.

“I need you Yoongi, please.” You beg, your lips barely grazing his. He slams his swollen lips into your own. You pull up his shirt and drop it next to yours as he swipes off his boxers. Your eyes raked down to his exposed member. Your mouth watered at the thought of previous encounters. He yanks you off the counter and brings you in for another passionate kiss. His veiny hands grab at yours. Quickly the two of you walk to your shared bedroom. Finally reaching the king sized bed, he lets himself fall onto it,taking you down with him. His hands snake down to your waist, wrapping tightly around you. His mouth latched onto your sensitive neck, leaving behind dark marks His warm lips sent shivers through your body. You grind yourself on his hardened member, earning a heady moan from his swollen mouth.

He flips you over so that he is now on top. His hands settle beside your head, caging you in his embrace. His warm breath landing on your lips, the tension between the two of you became too much. Your eyes closed in retaliation, unable to hold contact with him. Your body buzzed waiting for his next move.

His breath caught in his throat and he ran his finger slowly up and down your throbbing heat. Needy whines poured out of your mouth at his touch, hoping to encourage him to give you what you were aching for. His hand reaches down to his leaking member, aligning the tip with your entrance. A soft hiss escaped your mouth as a slight bit of relief traveled through your body.

“Ready gorgeous?”

His gaze softened, and a cute smile graced his sweaty face. You breathed out a short ‘yeah’. Finally, he plunged into you. Your core clenched at his intrusion. His thrusts begin at a slow pace, making sure to hit deep within your walls. Your nails raked down his back as your feet crossed behind him. He began to place sloppy open mouth kisses down your jaw settling on your chest. He took your sensitive nipple into his mouth, pinching it lightly with his teeth and releasing it from his mouth with a small pop. He begins to assault the other in the same manner, the extra stimulation causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as pleasure ran through your heated body.

“Please, Yoongi…” Your back arched off the bed. Your body had become desperate for release, as a familiar coil formed in your stomach. “More,” you moaned into his ear, softly biting his earlobe, snaking down his jaw. He stopped inside of you, arms shaking slightly as a smug chuckle comes from his lips.

“Oh baby girl, you’re so needy…” He thrust harshly into you, causing your body to shift slightly up the bed. “Who ever said you were in charge hmm?” His pace quickened and his thrusts became harder, reaching impossibly deep within you. His name erupted out of your mouth as his tip reached your cervix. His hand reached down your sweaty bodies and began to rub quickly at your swollen nub.

He was overwhelming your nerves. You felt yourself tense. Your walls squeezed around him, causing the coil in your stomach to snap, throwing you into euphoria. Your walls pulsed around him. His thrusts became irregular, small groans leaving his chapped lips as you felt him pump his release deep into you.

His tired body dropped onto yours. You nuzzled into his chest, waiting for your breathing to regulate before placing a chaste kiss on his muscular shoulder. He rolled off you and landed back on the bed with a loud huff. Your eyes met his as you grabbed his sweaty hand.

“I love you,” you say quietly, your mind in a sleepy, blissed out haze. Your eyes begin to close, the bed shifts next to you. It became hard to focus. Doziness filled your tired body, placing you in a shallow sleep. His strong arms pulled you off the bed and carried you out of the hot room.

“Wake up baby…” You rub your sleepy eyes and let yourself adjust to your surroundings. He had taken you to the restroom. You looked around to see that there was steam whirling around the room.

“I ran us a bath.” He hushed, a lazy smile appeared on your face. He placed your feet gently on the ground, and walked you to the bubble bath. He slid in behind you quietly and allowed himself to relax in the warm water. Your head rested on his chest, giving him space to wash off any evidence of your previous activities. His hands trace the marks that he left, his touch comforting your aching body. You allowed yourself to melt into his touch, now thoroughly satisfied.

“Are we still going to eat breakfast?” you ask quietly, your voice slightly groggy from your sleepiness. He lets out a fond chuckle and runs his wet hands though your tangled hair.

“Let’s take another quick nap and then we can eat lunch.” His hands trace your exposed collarbones.

“Sounds like a plan.” You relax further into him. You think back to earlier in the morning. Alongside your exhaustion, excitement courses through your body. Yoongi wanted to marry you. To you that had always been the plan. Having a future with him was something you’d happily look forward to but now you looked forward to a nice long nap with the love of your life. Your eyes become hazy and you start to drift to sleep.

The water sloshes a little and you feel him press a kiss onto your sweaty forehead. He whispers sweet nothings until you finally fall into a comfortable slumber.

“I love you too baby girl.” He whispers quietly into your hair. good point.

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