myg | โforever, hisโ (M)
โฒโผpairing: yandere! yoongi x fem. reader
โฒโผgenre | wc: smut, sugar daddy au, angst, light fluff, yandere au | 2K+
โฒโผsynopsis: โwhen you shake hands and make deals with the devil, you are to face the consequences.โ
โฒโผwarnings: unprotected sex, use of sex toys, dom and sub themes, oral (f.rec), dirty praises, dubious consent, mentions of unexpected pregnancy, yandere behaviour, assertion of dominance, graphic mentions of a car crash, mentions of blood, mentions of amnesia, manipulation, angst, dark content, for 18+ only.
โฒโผtaglist: @illnevertrustmyselfagainโ @thestrugglesofateenagedirtbagโ @minteusyub @redโaren { sorry guys, tumblr isnโt letting me tag you :(( ย }
โฒโผA/N: this fic is dedicated to an angel, my cheriรฉ @angellggukโ for comforting me and talking to me all during the writing of this fic, thank you so much for inspiring me๐
<this is a yandere au, donโt read if youโre easily triggered >
Bright burned orange sunlight streaks of the afternoon trifled gently into lavender and pink smudges as the sea submerged the sun, a luminary silver and white replacing its place.
The dark, neutral - coloured velvet curtains of your large room hid it all, giving you peace as it blocked out the occasional whimpers and moans slipping past your lips.
You fiddled with Yoongiโs hapazhardly buttoned up maroon silk button - up as the succulent flesh of your bottom squirmed, creating ripples of faint rustling noises to be emitted.
A click of the said personโs tongue makes you snap your head up, dark irises connect with your trembling ones. Yoongi curls a finger at you and you push yourself up on all fours, crawling towards him on your trembling limbs.
His eyes become gentler as you suck in a harsh breath at the feeling of your pink toy brushing against that particular spot making you roll your hips. Your eyes never leave his locked gaze.
You fiddled with Yoongiโs hapazhardly buttoned up maroon silk button - up as the succulent flesh of your bottom squirmed, creating ripples of faint rustling noises to be emitted.
A click of the said personโs tongue makes you snap your head up, dark irises connect with your trembling ones. Yoongi curls a finger at you and you push yourself up on all fours, crawling towards him on your twitching limbs.
His eyes become gentler as you suck in a harsh breath at the feeling of your pink toy brushing against that particular spot making you roll your hips. Your eyes never leave his locked gaze.
His eyes. Theyโre the boundless mirror to your soul. You realize the depth of how much youโve fallen for this beautiful man when you stare into the pair, you realize your fatal mistake.
Yet, your mind can neither fathom itself nor conjure up the will to break what you have with him.
Veiny fingers gently refocuses your gaze on its owner, gently skims past your throat and ghosts over your breasts.
Your eyes are locked on Yoongi even as his shirt on your lithe form is unbuttoned to reveal your completely naked frame.
The man in front of you has his manhood hardened at the sight of your mellowy curves embellished with purple and crimson bruises from his mouth. The marks are scattered carelessly, exhibiting how much vulnerable and little you are in his presence.
The more he stares, the more he gets tempted to ruin you with his mouth.
โLie back, sweetness and spread your legs.โ
The world tilts on its axis as you anxiously rest your back on Yoongiโs bed and spread your legs, body flushed sensitively to the delicious vibrations your toy stimulates.
Thereโs a faint intake of breath, a moment of strayed caresses felt on the warm skin of your thigh and you flush further to realize Yoongiโs staring at you.
โSuch a good girl. So, so beautiful, so pliant for meโ your pink vibrator is pulled out.
The cold air transitions to a warm blow and even before you could crane your neck to see, a long, hot, wet muscle licks a stripe up your dripping heat before suckling your folds into its cave.
โIs it too much, baby?โ vibrates on your cunt and you shake your head vigorously.
A deep chuckle echoes and you feel his wondrous mouth on you again. The sounds emitted out of your lips are ceaseless as you tie tufts between filling your lungs with oxygen and falling apart on Yoongiโs tongue.
When the little button of your clit is pulled between his lips, suckled while his tongue enters your vagina just to the right angle, you scream at a pitch that makes Yoongiโs lips quirk in satisfaction.
Just the sight of your wildly spasming body brings him to an edge and he hurriesโquite frantically as he laps at the honeyed release of your cunt.
The man in between your legs is disgruntled, despite the turning of your nether lips into a pinkish creamy mess, he earns see your womanhood tissues red and painted with his ropes of cum.
Yonngi wastes not even a second before unbuckling his pants, hovering over you at the speed of light.
The same moment when his lips latch onto yours and parts it to curl your tongues, his cock is slammed into you causing a loud shriek to escape you.
You close your eyes shut at the burning sensation of his thick, hard member stretching your walls and cry out when the tearing turns into something that makes you shake in pleasure.
โSo fucking tight, did you get smaller, baby? You feel lovely. Do you like getting impaled on my cock, hm?โ
โYes, yes! fuck, daddyโ faster!โ
Yoongi pulls out just a bit before ramming into you again and his slender fingers coated in your essence brushes stray strands of hair from your forehead.
โOpen your eyes, kitten. Look into my eyes.โ his voice is hoarse and deep and you shake once again as a wave of ecstasy passes through your veins when he hits your g-spot just at the perfect pace.
Your eyes are heavily hooded as they catch Yoongiโs raven, lust-blown pupils. Immediately after you lock gazes, he sets an inhuman pace.
Hot breaths hit your jugular vein and Yoongiโs lips replace the spot as he groans into your skin, feeling you clench around him deliciously. You wrap your legs around his hips and cry out from both the impact of his thrusts as well his deathly grip on your ass.
โSuch a perfect little kitten, so tight, so hot, fuckโ his dirty praises drive you to your edge.
โSay, baby. To whom does this pretty pussy belong to?โ cold fingers mold your breast before your aching peaks are taken into Yoongiโs warm mouth. You cry out at how good his tongue flicks your little peak before sliding across your sternum to soothe the other one.
โYours, daddy!โ you groan as he thrusts and suckles harder simultaneously.
โSay it again baby, louder.โ
โI belong to you, daddy! mfm- f-fuck me, I need itโ faster!โ your voice breaks in a fit of euphoria as your face contours in pure pleasure. Yoongi couldnโt look away at the way you shudder and part your soft, trembling lips in a silent cry. Heโs hazy and you take him to the brink of losing his sanity.
The image of you like this would be etched forever in the depths of his vivid evocation. It would be clearer than crystal. The actual simile would be meaningless to be used anyway. You were that indescribably good for him.
It isnโt long before your g-spot is stimulated by his cock again and you whimper when you feel his fingers massaging your clit harder. Your nails sink into his shoulders and youโre pulsing around him. Hot and sticky ropes of cum fill paint your walls and Yoongi watches as your breasts heave and your eyes close in both bliss and exhaustion.
No matter how much angry he gets and disagrees to the fact that you were puppeteering him, he couldnโt push you away. Now, that he has realized the manifest, he wouldnโt let you go, the deal can burn in hell.
The same night while you rest your pounded little body on the snug mattress of Yoongi, you are impervious to a certain replacement that would be a huge sway from the trail of your fate as well as the secret affairs with your sugar daddy.
Yoongi lets out an involuntary reverent sigh and faces you, moving his body more carefully than ever.
The thin streaks of silver moonlight shines on your peaceful little form through the gaps in between his velvety curtains and this unearthly halo is veiled around you.
You look ethereal like this, blissed out, beautifully unaware of your replaced birth control pills and Yoongi just couldnโt tear his eyes away.
Something mushy blooms into the frozen heart of the frost king and he realizes with awe that youโre thawing it to create a special place for yourself.
A grin breaks onto the lips of Yoongi as he gently strokes your belly with his palm and pecks your lips. The fact that a new life might be blossoming into you from his seed becomes all the more comforting for one obvious reasonโ
Youโll be forever, his.
Paralyzed, wet, cold. The masked man would come closer to you, making sweeping movements to a music only he could hear. He would be closer, then further away and then closer again.
Youโre lying in a pool of red, gooey liquid that would fill your nostrils with a stench so revolting. When the liquid drips its way into your parted lips praying for help, to your horror, you realize.
The thick liquid is blood. Your own blood.
You could feel your heart beat, every single pound in your chest. Not through your ears that was occupied by the chirping of birds at dawn; you felt it in your veins.
Sighing, you get up and begin getting ready for work.
This was the third time this week that youโve had such a nightmare. Only everytime, itโs the same one. You couldnโt decipher an image of the man in it.
But, there was something familiar about the way heโd stare at you as if he was waiting for something to happen. Something bad. Something bad to you, as if he had caused it all.
You were a sane person. Normally, you wouldnโt make out nightmares to be a precaution but, there definitely must be a reason why you get it on repeat, isnโt it?
โHey, Y/N!โ like a slow falling hammer, you were pulled to the present as your best friend Nini flails her hands in front of you, her round cheeks puffed out, obviously piqued by your off-state.
โS-sorry. What were you saying?โ you rapidly blinked at her.
โFor real? You were the one who was ranting about your delayed period. Seriously, Y/N. Whatโs gotten into you? You seem soโโ
Nini shakes her head at you. โOff,โ
You let out a deep sigh. โItโs nothing. You remember the nightmares that I told you about?โ you question and she nods, frowning.
โThe faceless man with a hood, watching you bleed out under your crashed carโ you nod and quickly catch yourself from shivering at the mention of the scenario thatโs given you sleepless nights.
โI had it againโ you breathe out and Nini frowns further.
โThird time this week, isnโt?โ
You sigh again, gnawing on your lips. โAre you sure it isnโt a sign?โ she probes and you just shake your head.
โDistract yourself, the more you ponder, the more itโll make you upset. So, tell me. Whatโs with your period?โ she inquires and your breath catches in your throat.
Youโve been regularly dosing yourself with iron enriched intakes ever since Yoongi had started feeding you with money.
Thereโs no way that youโd have deficiencies however, you have a hunch, more like an inkling but you feel it in your gut. An intuition. To you, your gut uncovers your jinx and maybe if you were rightโฆ. the idea scares you and you feel the bile rising into your throat.
At that moment, the thought swerved unexpectedly and was suddenly put into your mind. But, you were somehow already primed for action. In a split second, your mind formed the feelings into words.
โWhat if, Iโm pregnant?โ
You donโt answer Nini at all for the reason you hadnโt told her of Yoongi. Even though she was close, you wouldnโt.
You yourself hadnโt foreseen having secret affairs with the Dean of your university either, let alone having foreseen him paying for your livelihood needs in exchange for your body. Never since you had joined uni, would you have deciphered your Deanโs lingering gazes and deep stares to be lust.
It was at the fit of the moment when you had let Yoongi leap upon you and brush away your little protests to take you, wholly.
When his lips traveled down your neck, arms held you close to his chest and promised of food, rent, and a lifestyle youโve only dreamed of, you couldnโt refuse the tempting offer.
Even as he stripped you naked and slipped into you, muttering praises, you couldnโt protest anymore at the way he held your hips in a death grip. His lips worshipped your skin unlike the cold stance he puts during classes and in front of students.
All the while he tied your limbs, covered your eyes with his tie as a blindfold, took and gave the epitome of pleasure, you couldnโt protest further.
You knew you were playing with fire. Prostituting yourself to one of the board members of your prestigious campus was like picking your own poison. All the work you had put as a kid has a high possibility of getting thrown into the thrash by getting you expelled. But you couldnโt break this.
While there were stacks of money for yourself and your oblivious parents, a lavish lifestyle, you only promised to yourself that youโd settle higher on your own by performing well in your academics.
Jingles of the cafรฉ doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts and you got back to attending the customers with a hazy mind and an uncomfortable sensation at the bottom of your stomach.
Working part-time shifts at the local cafรฉ was usually easy as you could balance academics at uni very well provided since Yoongi paid for your livelihood.
But today, even as you gripped the serving tray tightly in your palms, it felt like you didnโt have a good hold on it. You didnโt feel like having a good hold on yourself either. Your legs were wobbly, your head was pounding and your stomach made uneasy quirks every minute.
โA cup of iced americano, sweet puffs, โฆ.โ for a moment the tray feels comfortably light and you felt like someoneโs carrying you, like you were on the cloud, ushered whispers were sung into your ears. But the more you lent your ears to the scattered noises, the more louder and closer it got.
โY/NโฆY/NโY/N, Y/N!โ you jerk awake at the booming voice, the violent shakes and the loud, panicked squeaks around you. Craning your neck up, you realize that youโre laying on the floor of your cafรฉ, surrounded by your co-workers and some of the customers. There are a few customers looking at you from their tables, concerned frowns etched on their faces.
The tray you had previously been carrying around lies on the ground, its contents are spilled all over you and the floor.
โY/N, are you alright?โ you look at your friend Nini with a perplexed expression.
โShe just passed out, give her some air, sheโll be fine,โ one of the customers remark and you frown.
Passed out? Why would you suddenly pass out? You were doing completely fine, you were hydrated, what could possibly black you out?
Unknown to the others, your head was pounding even more and there was this thick, uncomfortable settlement in the back of your throat, urging to spill out of your mouth.
As Nini reached out to you once more, you leaped on your unsteady feet and sprinted heedlessly toward the end of the pantry, making a beeline towards the toilet.
A rushed pound was all you felt when you got on your knees and poured all the contents of your stomach into the toilet, your other hand coming to catch your hair back.
Just as hurried footsteps came in your direction to reveal a panicked Nini, you felt the reflex of your stomach harder, making you retch once again.
Nini eyed you hard, the visible lines on her forehead displayed her distress of concern for your suddenly sick state.
Two coral red lines stare at you so mawkishly that you feel like retching all over again. Just how breathless the tester makes you, you arenโt sure. Because all you see are spots of black everywhere and youโre afraid of passing out again.
With shaky legs, you crawl onto your bed, eyes burning with the tears at bay. You close them, letting the drops roll onto your cheeks while dialling a hospital.
The hospital corridor is stuffy and the air has an undertone of bleach. The walls are magnolia and are scraped in places from the hundreds of trolleys that have bumped into them. The pictures on the walls are cheap benign prints of uplifting scenes and above the double doors are large blue plastic signs with the areas of the hospital that lie ahead.
You feel a weight drop into your stomach at the sight of women with fully round bellies, smiling as they chatter to each other. It highlights a stark difference.
Youโre seated on a recliner, a cold, round metal is pressed firmly on your belly as the doctor examines the life in you. When she scribbles something on her notepad and turns to you with a smile, you look away and pretend to be distracted.
None of the words she utters to you enters your ears. Youโre blank and broken. Like someone had painted black over a colourful scenery, you feel numb and tired all over.
Queerly, thereโs an ominous silence around you like the quietness before a storm despite the roars of traffic on your way back home. When you tap the digits and get into your apartment, you come to know why.
โHello, Y/N.โ you freeze when an all-too familiar hoarse, low voice resonates behind you into your quiet den.
The man whoโd make you both corralled up and aroused at the same time, perches himself snugly into one of your cushiony arm chairs and lets out a raspy sigh, raising his sight to stare at you.
You feel the retch rise once again, quirking your lips forcibly into a short smile. Your eyes stoop to the floor now and then in anxiety.
โYour phone, did you check it?โ he asks in an eerily calm voice but you can partly see the quipped lines on his sculpted face. You gulp visibly and adjust your posture as your hands perspire.
โI- I was at the library the whole time, did something happen?โ you put on a confused faรงade, hoping he wouldnโt see through you.
Yoongi just stares at at you with that signature inscrutable gaze of his for a few moments, rubbing his stubble and lips as he appears to ponder.
Heโs devastatingly handsome.
Yet, you know better than to get attached.
โNothing important, Iโve just been calling to check on youโ he ends without once breaking his eyes from you and you let out a short breath.
โOh, Iโm fine actually. Thank youโ. You smile robotically, fidgeting with your fingers. Thereโs a minute of silence when you stray your stare away to the ground.
Sometimes you wonder what is going on in his head that he ponders so deeply, oblivious to his knowledge of your little trip to the hospital. The way you had shrouded your eco bag was a dead giveaway.
Thereโs a tiny chip inside your phone, a little replacement for his eyes and ears to listen to whatever you do in his absence.
Well, kittens do need a collar, donโt they?
Obviously, there was something that you didnโt want him to see or he thinks, something you didnโt want him to know.
And, he has a clue when you place your hand onto your belly on instinct, pretending to adjust your cardigan.
โWell then, kitten,โ he croons, โStrip for me.โ he tells you, loosening his tie and unbuttoning two of his shirtโs buttons, making your breath catch.
โNoโ n-not today, pleaseโ you say under your breath, heart pulse beginning to rise.
โWhy not?โ his voice is eerily calm and you sense his irritation. โOf all days, why do you deny me today?โ
You clench your trembling teeth. โIโm just tired, that is all.โ
He lightly scoffs and you clench your eyes shut when he gets on his foot and stalks toward you. Being the prey you are to his icicles, you take steps back, inch by inch.
You flinch when he lowers his head to whisper in your earsโ
โDo you think I canโt see how youโre not looking into my eyes? After all Iโve ever done for you, youโll push me away?โ a loud gasp escapes you when his cold fingers catch hold of your jaw and tilts your head up, making your eyes meet his enraged ones.
His jaw is tight and you see it twitch when he grits his teeth again.
Your breathing is haywire and you whimper when he presses his hips to yours, pushing you against the kitchen island.
โWhere has your gratitude flown off to?โ his grip tightens and you grip the countertop behind you in utter terror, whimpers cascading into sobs as your eyes well up with tears.
Never whilst your affairs with Yoongi, had he been like this.
Although usually, your punishments have been a few spanks and overstimulation for trivial reasons like wearing a short dress, biting your lips, letting other guys flirt and touch, youโve never seen him like this.
On the sight of your tears though, Yoongi releases his tight grip on your jaws and whips to the opposite direction, exiting your apartment without even a glance.
Your chest feels tight and you shake away the feeling of numbness from your body, sliding down to sit on the counter stools. Thereโs a thunderbolt of pulse in your chest and you breathe heavily to relieve your gut off the heavy weight.
Instinctively, you reach a palm to your belly as if youโre afraid of your panic killing your baby. The sobs that wreck you are like boulders, they weigh down on you as if they plan to dig your grave.
Or so you think youโre under a high chance of it because, if Yoongi knew of the arrangements youโve made in secret, he would for sure bury you alive.
Blinking away and wiping your tears away, you collect yourself and get into action.
Thereโs nothing as to even a huff of tentativeness in the ushered movements of your limbs while you walk to โyourโ rover. The steps you take however, are timorous. Itโs the perfect reflection of how your heart is daunted in fear of getting caught.
Even as you accelerate and drive into the foreign silence of midnight, something clutches at your will to save yourself and the blossoming life inside of you. It gnaws at your insides and you feel tears burning your eyes.
Itโs scary for you, this entire escape plan seems surreal but itโs so true, much to your misfortune. Maybe it was your motherly instinct that pulled you to your feet and made you run, you think. That side knew you were a prey to Yoongiโs demands, it didnโt want your little one to get puppeteered too.
Your chest burns in the rage of getting forced into submission. You bitterly wonder, what would you ever tell him?
Wouldnโt he drag you and your baby back with him? How would your little one ever grow up under the influence of their heartless father? Wouldnโt he hurt them and manipulate them into gruesome adults?
Chills erupt all along your skin at the dreadful image of your child lifting his fatherโs pistol and ending innocent lives in mere attempts to clear them out of his way. You see an image of your child inhaling a deadly white power and blowing out grey puffs, a short cough symbolizing the damage of his lungs.
You shake your head vigorously and absentmindedly pray to non-existent deities. Heavens, please save my baby from his clutches.
You wonder of the perspective of the chaser, if they can fathom the fear of the chased.
For in this need to escape your head and heart go to the place that is crushed and without light or match to bring a comforting spark. You feel the screaming of your lungs and the will of your muscles to go far beyond what exercise could ever demand.
This is the body and brain if full survival mode and it is nothing but pain that flows in your mind.
You halt at the sight of a red dot on a tall pole and wait impatiently for the light to turn green. A dark rover enters into the stop from a crossroad and halts behind you.
You squint when the rover halts a little far from you than usual traffic. Your mind becomes suddenly becomes heady and light in paranoia when you realize that the rover behind you is the only vehicle to join you this late.
Panic immediately erupts yet, you push your nerves to calmness, convincing yourself that itโs just another traveller.
When you accelerate at the sight of green light, thereโs an ominous silence, like silence before a storm. All you hear is the faint roar of your car engine and the lulled songs playing in the stereo. Itโs deadly silent and the night crumbles into something very, eerie.
Just as you drift your eyes to the reflection of the rover behind you, it speeds up, making a curving into a sleek overtake, going ahead of you. Suddenly, your breath catches.
The rover has three silver rings etched to its back. The windows are tinted darkly. The car had just sped up ahead of you. Your breathing becomes laboured as images of your recent nightmare comes into play.
All of a sudden when you go across a junction, the rover takes a diversion into another crossroad and you breathe in relief. Your heart beat settles into a normal pace and you huff, lightly scoffing at your paranoid senses.
Just as you slip into a belief of making a fresh start, youโre toppled over, wildly.
One moment there was ground under the shattered glass of your car window, dark ground yet to feel the kiss of the light of dawn, then there was water. Then, in a moment that felt so stretched, you sank beneath the cold surface, arms dragging along the bottom of the canal.
A metallic fluid filled your mouth. Though the shrapnel had moved too fast to be seen, the blood poured out as if in slow motion.
It came as a red fountain to spread over the already wet mud, every projection showing the struggling of your heart.
You raised your already blanched hand to your belly before letting out a raspy yet, loud cry. The weakening of your pulse set you into a frenzy. You wailed, screamed and bawled at any support to save the life inside of you.
You were bleeding everywhere and there were sharp pains digging into your belly. โNo, no! stay with me, little one. Mommy will save you, please don'tโโ you pleaded to your bump as you cried.
โOh, Jesus! Pleaseโsomeone please, save my baby!โ there were incessant thuds outside and you raised your head to focus on the blurring image. It was a man.
He was walking stealthily toward you, his movements careful. His feet sweeped to a music that he could only hear and you felt your chest clutch. You were now living your nightmare. The man had knocked you over and you were seeping toward death.
All of a sudden you gave up, letting go of the single thread that kept you breathing. You gave into the pain, you gave into the belief of this was how you were going to depart from earth.
There was a faint beep at your side when your heart leaped into life. When you first opened your eyes, all you saw was white.
Thoughts swarmed as if your mind had been awake the whole time regardless of the depart of your soul. You gleamed as you rose from a soft mattress just to squint and meet the harsh reality. You were alive, breathing, you were in a bedding, there were vials attached to your veins.
A gentle caress wakes you completely and you turn to the one holding your frail hand in a firm hold. Itโs a beautiful, pale man with eyes like scissors, sharp and feline.
Breaths catch incessantly to your throat and youโre paralyzed all over at the sight of him. However, your mind does not conjure up the reason to the involuntary action.
Youโre clueless as to how you ended up here, youโre clueless as to how you recognize the man before you yet, your memories are hazy and you donโt remember what had happened before this at all.
At your sudden move, he grips your hand more firmly, eyes sheathed with relief at the sight of you awake.
โY/N, baby, youโre awake! Ohโ oh goodnessโ he rasps and begins to press kisses to your finger knuckles. You sigh at the feeling, squinting when he breathes you in and closes his eyes with a shaky breath.
โW-what happened? I thought I was dead. I..canโt uh, remember, Iโ who m-might you be?โ
Youโre met with the pair of raven eyes again as he stares at you again. You find your reflection in his irises and something clutches at your heart. Something tells you that his attention had caused you only pain and you pull your hand away from his hold.
The manโs eyes are cold yet they burn a hole through your skull. As you delve deeper in its depths, you find pain, hurt, as though he had been betrayed.
The eyes stray away and his lips move as he speaks, with a sigh.
โYou had gotten into an accident, a month ago, you were driving tโto visit your family in Busanโ, he begins and you pay close attention.
โIโm Min Yoongiโ, he speaks, looking at your bruised knuckles and continues, after pressing a kiss to your wrist.
โYour husband. We fell in love, got married a couple of months ago, in secret. We were expecting aโโ the man suddenly sucks in a harsh breath as if in pain and you frown.
โA b-baby. You were pregnant and you had wanted to see your family to deliver the news andโ and I found you, here, unconscious, I wasโ I was almost going to kill myself after knowing about your amnesia.โ
Thereโs something about the way the beautiful man holds you tenderly as if youโre going to wither away into nothingness if he ever lets you go. His eyes are filled with longing as if itโll awaken your memories and you find yourself melting even though youโre perplexed and filled with a million thoughts.
โI โIโm sorry, baby, I should have accompanied you, Iโ this is all my faultโ he buries his face in his hands and shakes as he sobs. You immediately place your palms on his shoulders and turn him towards you, for him to meet your eyes.
You hug him and pat him to console. Thereโs a moment of silence when you pull away and look into his eyes as he gently connects your lips in a sweet kiss. All thoughts melt and you clutch at his hands cupping your face to look at him again.
When he breathes out โLetโs start over, Iโm glad youโre with me.โ; you smile and allow him to lock your lips with his, again.
You pant out heavy breaths when you feel Yoongiโs lips closing around your tiny bundle of nerves, clutching at the soft sheets beneath you as you sing beautifully for him.
He licks at your sopping core incessantly, drinking every little drop that his fingers bring out of your velvety walls until youโre shaking in pleasure.
You bury your fingers into his hair and lift your hips up for his fingers and mouth to find that one spot that has your toes curling and has you screaming.
You pant and crawl toward him, smashing your lips together while letting his hardened member slip into you. He holds your hip with the same amount of possessiveness as always yet, his thrusts are slow and steady.
His beautiful morning wood stretches you deliciously and youโre kneeing, unsatiated. Soon, your neck and clavicle are littered with bruises from his mouth and your hips, from his grip.
His pace is feral and it stretches you completely, making your mind bliss into euphoria. You cling to him, legs around his hips, lips brushing his earlobe, singing everytime he hits your g-spot.
He makes you come just like that, with dirty praises and soft love bites. You donโt want to pull away at all.
Even as he gently rubs loofah on your swollen bellyโ pregnant, with his grown seed, you keep your mouths attached, tongues curled as you drink each otherโs souls passionately and embrace in the warm bath, smiling giddily at the feeling of your little one kicking from within your womb.
It gets depressingly lonely when Yoongi parts from you for work. Even when he showers you with gifts and worships you in bed after his return, you get pouty and greedy for his presence, the raging hormones making you succumb to your greed and need.
You whisper โI love youโ to Yoongi every day and night when he kisses your belly in pure delight and awe of his child growing inside you, he lives every moment with you, alive and the passion you both share is fresh. Every time he makes love to you, it feels new. Your body wrapped in lavish baby dolls have the same effect on him always.
Heโs sure that he has wanted nothing more than this. He lives the time of his life. Last of all, his kitten isnโt afraid anymore. Youโre truly his and you croon into him like you want nothing else in life.
His frozen heart is thawed and he showers you with his undivided attention all the time. You giggle heartily instead of shrinking into yourself when he kisses the words โI love youโ into your skin every single day, you pout for him to feed you, you moan out for his touch everytime he calls you from work, youโre truly, unrealistically, foreverโ his.
One day, when you point to his roverโ the one with three silver rings etched to its back, he holds you from behind and grins in sheer, crazy delight as he registers your sugary voice murmur out, your mind completely washed out of memoriesโ โWhyโs a damaged rover in the garage?โ
He presses a wet kiss to your bare shoulder and whispers into your earsโ
โItโs a special carโ
