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Let Me Tell You About the Schonbek Chandelliers

Summary: Yoongi comes home from the White House trip to his wife who is way too excited for… interior design

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Rating: EXPLICIT. No minors allowed.

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, dad Yoongi + mom OC

WC: <1k

Warning: oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, our couple is horny for interior design, also author’s very poor knowledge of interior design thus heavy reliance on google dot com

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi series~

“So, how is it like? To walk around in the White House?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he continues to towel dry his hair. You have been hot on his heels since he came back from the airport, impatiently waiting for him to wash the travel off of him before asking questions.

“We didn’t walk around much, you know, just the areas we needed to be for the clips and stuff.”

He grabs for a tshirt but you stop him. He raises an eyebrow. You simply pull him out of the walk-in wardrobe, directing him to the bed.

“How was the wainscoting?”

“Neatly done.” Yoongi lets you push him down onto the bed. He tries to secure the towel around his waist, but you slap his hand away and straddle him.

“The colors? I read the President installed an inky blue rug in his office.”

Yoongi swallows, feeling your heat even through the terry cloth. “Nice shade of blue.”

You lean forward, eyes boring into your husband’s. His hands reach up to hold your waist. He hears your breath hitch a little.

“Did you see the Zuber wallpaper?”

“What?” He pulls your oversize shirt off and bites back a groan. You have gone braless and your nipples are already hard.

“It’s in the Family Dining Room. Did you get to see it?”

“What? Uh,” Yoongi can’t think clearly, not when you have plastered yourself on his chest, kissing and licking his collarbones. “No, I don’t think so.”

You tut, chiding him. “I told you to pay attention to all those things.”

“I did, I did, babe,” he wiggles his hips, loosening the towel around him more. “Just… wait, I can’t think!”

“The Rose Garden?” You murmur your next question to his skin, mewling a little when he cups your ass.

“Yeah,” he pants, “… think so.”

“Still those icy white roses?” You grind your core harder to his crotch, feeling him hardening beneath you.

“Yeah.”

“Did you- Ah!”

You could barely ask the next question, for Yoongi flips you over and is now hovering above you. The towel is completely off, his erection hot above your panties.

“You’re asking too many questions.” He sits back on his heels, large veiny hands on your waist keeping you still.

You huff. “You know that building is on my design bucket li- ooh!”

Your panties are suddnely pulled off, your legs raised up in an erotic V in the air. And his tongue shoved inside you, reaching the depths to collect your juices.

“The stone…” you wreck your brain to find the name, amidst the carnal pleasure building, “… sandstone… Aquia Creek! Yoongi!”

He slurps and sucks for a few more seconds, then inserting two fingers to replace his wet appendage. “What about it?”

You look down at your husband, at his wet lips and chin. “Did… did you touch it?”

His free hand pulls back the skin over your clit, exposing it to his tongue. “Mmm hmmm.” He grunts his answer.

“Oh fuck,” your legs start shaking. “Fuck, Yoongi, tell me more.”

His tongue leaves your nub, but his fingers move faster jackhammering into you.

“Damn, babe, you weren’t this worked out when I went to Europe.”

You blink, mind reeling from the almost-orgasm. “The… the… thing…”

He smirks at your state. “My tongue and finger got you dumb huh?”

You almost cry when he pulls his fingers out and uses your arousal to lubricate his cock. Panting, you welcome his weight on top of you, the head of his cock searching for your wet hole.

“Baby,” he coos, “let me tell you…”

He trails off as he pushes inside you. Your walls welcome him eagerly. You wrap your legs and arms around him, wanting to feel him, all of him.

“… about the Schonbek chandelliers.”

Your body shudders almost violently the moment the words leave his mouth, at the same time as his cock burying itself fully in you. He chuckles teasingly in your ears.

“Fuck baby, you’re so worked up.”

You can only moan in response.

“Gonna take you there hmm? Fly you out to DC,” he raises himself only to put your legs over his shoulders. “Gonna take you on the tour then fuck you senseless after.”

Your eyes fluter close at his words. His hips are snapping hard and fast, his cock splitting you open, determined to go as deep as he can get it to. You cry out when he leans down to roughly suck your nipple, and in your mind, you see it.

The crystal and gold hanging from the neoclassical ceiling, the lights sparkling with the sun rays that hit them, burning brighter and brighter as Yoongi’s filthy words fill your ears, until you finally erupt.

A/N: ahem, just a little short one of my favorite couple… and if you’re not familiar with this universe, OC is an interior designer (hence probably where Yoongi got all those design trivia in that sexy brain of his). AND… we all have screamed over all the WH photos and how much YG prob has geeked out there, soooo naturally, his lovely interior designer wife very likely geeked out even more too in more ways than one…. and thus this little drabble was born.
OK bye for now, I still have a lot of WIPs to go through.

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Published 06062022. Crossposted to my AO3.