Part of the anniversary drabbles! Author: Admin E Warning: Smut Word Count: +700
‘Are you almost done?’
‘Just a few more, stop nagging!’
‘You’ve already painted the entire field, can we go now?’
‘I’m almost done!’
Yoongi rolled his eyes in annoyance as he made himself comfortable, leaning his back against your neck and stretching his legs on the curve of your shoulder. His tiny wings fluttered a few times before he folded them on his back again. He was ready to go, but you clearly weren’t. He was getting tired of your impulsive ideas. First it was hanging out with that flying kid Pan Jimin and his own even more obnoxious fairy, Tinkerkook. Then you absolutely wanted to go swimming with the mermaids. Then you suddenly needed to paint all of the white roses you encountered red and he had to tag along all the time.
He didn’t like being in his Fairy form when he was with you, it made him feel small and unmasculine, but it was better than following you around everywhere and having to walk the whole time. He much rather took naps on your shoulder then.
‘I wanna go home ____-.’
‘Hmm?’, you hummed distracted while focusing on getting the red paint on your brush in every little corner of the white rose, ‘Why?’
‘So i can change back to a human and punish you for dragging me along all day.’
You giggled and ruffled his hair with your pinky. ‘You’re so cute!’
Yoongi’s eyes flew open and he grabbed your pinky, not letting go of it when you tried to pull it back.
‘Yoongi, let me go. I need to finish thi-‘
A blinding light made you squeeze your eyes shut, like you were trying to look at the sun directly. Yoongi’s small figure lit up like a fireball and grew in size rapidly. Sprinkles of Fairy Dust flew everywhere, causing the field of roses to shimmer like a diamond. The beauty of it was dazzling you. And then you suddenly felt a weight on top of you as the light weakened again.
Yoongi had you pinned down to the ground, your arms above your head and his stunningly gorgeous face hovering only mere inches above yours.
‘Yoongi I-‘
‘Listen brat, you’ve had your playtime for today. It’s my turn.’, he growled before crashing his lips on yours, his hands pushing your arms upwards to stretch them even more above your head, pushing your legs open with his knee to position himself between them. You felt something hard poking against the inside of your thigh as he kept you in place. You whimpered against his soft lips when he pried your lips apart with his tongue, sliding into your mouth to start massaging yours. He moaned softly when he felt your wet muscle curling around his and you relaxed visibly, letting him take you over completely.
He stopped kissing you for a moment so you could catch your breaths again. He released one of your wrists to cradle your face gently, though his eyes were those of a hungry predator.
‘You know how frustrating it is to not get any attention? I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day but you just had to prance around everywhere doing all sorts of boring stuff. And it certainly didn’t help sitting on your shoulder and getting the full view of your delicious, full breasts, seeing them bounce up and down when you walk, fuck…’, he groaned as he latched his lips onto the nape of your neck, where he was sleeping just a few minutes ago.
‘Yoongi…’, you whimpered when he started sucking into your skin, the electric sensations shooting through your body as he nibbled on your neck and grinded himself against your clothed clit, ‘Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of sulking all the time-‘
‘Don’t talk back to me, you little brat.’, he growled as he bit down on your flesh, making you squeak in surprise. ‘I may be your fairy but don’t think for a second you can say and do whatever you want with me. You’re mine, not the other way around.’
His hand traveled southwards, his fingers crawling into your panties and softly stroking your sensitive little nub, wiping your mind clean of any thoughts.
‘I’ll show you who belongs to who right now.’, he whispered as he connected his lips with yours again.
apparently I have an unofficial zombie au living purely in drabbles lol
OT7 plus you worry about what to do next. Jungkook reveals what’s on his mind. When night falls, the dead thrive and the living reflect.
warnings: language, violence (zombie blood, dead bodies, mentions of zombie eating flesh and humans turning), angst (at the undead situation), fluff / comfort, continuation of thisandthis
pairing(s):yoongi x reader
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“If we carry the cans, it’ll slow us down but, if we don’t, we might run out of food. There might be a trolley or cart somewhere around here…”
“A shopping cart? Like homeless people?” Kim Seokjin sounded mildly offended.
You shrugged. “I mean, we are homeless. For the time being.”
Silence.
Seven sullen faces looking down.
Outside, night had fallen.
Around them was blood, but no bodies. The others tried to clean the blood, but you told them it was better to leave it.
“Why?”
“Harder for them to smell the fresh meat.”
“W… What?”
“Us.”
You weren’t sure if that’s how these zombies worked but cleaning up the blood was fruitless anyway. It would only soil cloth and every resource was precious in times like this. You all had dragged the second-time dead outside, far away from the hanger door of the main warehouse, towards the next warehouse over. Best you could do with the time restraints before it was fully night. Hopefully, there would be no undead visitors before dawn. If there were, they would be attracted to the readily available dead meat.
Eat that first.
Zombies don’t discriminate.
The thought made your stomach churn uncomfortably.
You coughed, trying to clear the deflated air. “We can try and search tomorrow. Then we’ll move on the next day, try to find a new location. We can’t be sitting ducks.”
A small, tentative hand rose. “Shouldn’t we stay in one spot? The police will come eventually, right?” Park Jimin asked.
You scratched your head. “It will most likely be military and they will probably shoot anything that moves. They’re trying to contain the horde. They’re not gonna wait to see if we’re coherent.”
“You don’t know that,” Kim Namjoon insisted. “They might.”
“They’re scared,” you said softly. “Maybe you can trust the men in charge, but the soldiers? They’re just like you and me. They don’t understand what’s going on. If we run into military patrolling and one of them freaks out and shoots one of you dead, I’ll never forgive myself.”
Namjoon sighed. Heavy, weighted.
“Yeah. You’re right.”
Jeon Jungkook, the youngest, frowned. “Then we have to avoid them. Can’t trust them.”
You didn’t know these guys. Not really. But you weren’t going to let them die in your watch either. Not because you were noble. Mostly because you had witnessed enough death of the undead already.
You really did not want to see the death of the living.
“Maybe the government has set up safe houses for survivors. We should look for one of those.”
You were surprised that it was Jung Hoseok who said what you were thinking. He gave everyone a small, heart-shaped smile as they looked at him. He shrugged.
“I saw it in a movie.”
“All of our knowledge is from fucking movies and video games,” Min Yoongi muttered behind you, sighing. He rubbed his temple. “We’re so fucking dead.”
“No.”
Kim Taehyung, who has been silent for most of the discussion, shook his head, dark brown waves of thick hair floating with his movement.
“Not yet, so we’re not gonna act like it.”
You nodded.
“Okay, first watch, two people. Everyone else sleeps. Then we switch after a couple hours.”
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“I can’t sleep.”
“Yes, you can. I can help.”
Min Yoongi held up his fist.
The youngest scooted away from him and sat down next to you on your other side. He pulled up the black bandana over his nose and you heard him wince.
“It stinks.”
“Stinks more out here than in the office.”
The rest of the group were sleeping in the administrative office of the factory. Yoongi and you were sitting outside the hall of the offices, facing the open warehouse of abandoned assembly lines, watching the large, open hanger door. There was no electricity. Maybe you could try to manually close it, but then that would block a potential escape route.
And you all needed every escape route you could get.
Moonlight filtered though, lighting Yoongi’s pale skin and Jeon Jungkook’s bright brown eyes.
“You should try to rest, Jungkook,” you whispered gently. “You might be the only coordinated person here,” you added with a small chuckle.
Jungkook shook his head, long black fluffy hair drifting about. “You’re here now, noona. You’re pretty good.”
“Pfft, I’m about as strong as a wet noodle.”
“The zombies are like soggy noodles left too long in soup. You’re more al dente.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. You could tell by Jungkook’s sparkling brown eyes and shaking shoulders that he was trying to contain his laugh.
“Yoongi, gimme your fist.”
“Got you.”
Jungkook put up his hands, calling for peace.
“I just wanted to talk a little. Then I’ll sleep. Promise.”
Both you and Yoongi cocked an eyebrow in disbelieving unison. Jungkook lowered his bandana to show off his pout. The little mole under his lip was barely visible. He pulled it back up when Yoongi sighed in defeat, settling back down.
“I wanted to ask… how you guys met.”
“Tinder.”
“Amanda.”
“I stole his coffee order and he chased me for three blocks.”
“I was her cat and then I turned into a man by voodoo witch magic and then we had sex while she contemplated whether or not she was a furry.”
You jerked your head to Yoongi’s weirdly specific joke and weren’t quite sure if he was on crack cocaine or had a really imaginative mind. He stared back with a deadpan look.
Jungkook blinked at your obviously (right?) fake explanations.
“What?”
You coughed up the truth. “Kim Seokjin. He’s friends with my friends and my friends set me up on a date and Seokjin pretended he needed Yoongi to help him with something, but dumped him at the restaurant and bounced. So, we ate dinner.”
“Then we went back to her place and had sex.”
You gawked at Yoongi.
He didn’t blink.
“For something around three days. My phone died. Forgot to charge it. Didn’t realize what was going on until the power flickered at her place and we turned on the TV and saw this mess.”
Yoongi gestured to the blood around them.
Jungkook’s eyes were huge like dinner plates.
He was still trying to process that you two had sex for three days. Maybe he thought it was continuous or something. It wasn’t. You two took lots of naps, but Jungkook didn’t know that. You almost added that caveat, but decided against it. Whatever. Let him think Yoongi was a sex god.
He kind of was.
You smirked slightly, but quickly composed yourself.
Jungkook seemed confused, impressed, and slightly jealous.
Yoongi continued, pretending not to notice Jungkook’s expression. “Anyway, yeah, that’s why I arrived late. I was busy doing important things.”
“Person, rather.”
Yoongi nodded sagely at your addition.
“Yup. Taehyung’s map was also shit.”
“Could have used more words and descriptions.”
“We had to make it quickly,” Jungkook piped up. “There were a bunch of zombies and hysterical people. Everyone was screaming. Namjoon-hyung and Hoseokie-hyung were trying to direct them to safety but…”
You saw a darkness fall over his face.
Sadness.
“I… watched them turn. In front of me.”
Jungkook scooted closer to you even though you were a literal stranger and not his hyung. Like he needed a human presence, easily trusting you, because how could he not? Who else was there to trust?
Everyone else around you was dead or worse.
“I had to kill them,” Jungkook whispered, his previous cheerful silvery tone trembling, muffled by the bandana. He placed his head against your shoulder. He was bigger, stronger, more muscular than you, but he seemed small now.
A little hollow.
“Minutes before they were living, breathing human beings…” he mumbled. “And then they weren’t.”
Fucking shit.
Yoongi sighed beside you, moving closer to you and Jungkook.
“Until then, I thought it was kind of like a game… like they weren’t real people, you know?” His voice was becoming smaller and smaller. Guilt. Despair. “But they were. I saw them.”
The youngest lowered his eyes by your neck and buried his face in the crook of your shoulder.
“I killed as many as I could until I couldn’t take it anymore and begged the hyungs to leave.”
You felt small drops of wetness on your skin.
“I’m not strong, hyung… noona… but you all say I am, so I keep trying…”
I can’t sleep.
These were kinds of things he couldn’t tell his closest friends, not directly. Friends relying on him to fight, to be their light, to be their youth to keep them going and remind them to fight for his tomorrow. But in you, the safety of a stranger, the safety was someone not quite yet aware of their reliance on his strength…
I can’t sleep.
Yoongi wasn’t there. He didn’t know.
There was safety in that too, his close friend who didn’t know. Yoongi hadn’t started leaning on him yet. He had been relying on you. You and your crazy ideas and your video game references mid-fight to distract his head and your head from reality.
I can’t sleep.
You placed a hand on his hair and felt Yoongi shift and put one of his hands on Jungkook’s head too. You patted the soft black hair, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp. Yoongi spoke quietly, stroking the younger man’s head.
“Hyung and noona are here now. We are strong together.”
drabbles inspired by TXT’s album minisode 2: thursday’s child
warnings: language, angst, mentions of drug use / dealing; also inspired by dear my friend byagust d ft kim jong wan of nell; reader’s POV; starring Min Yoongi
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denial.the first stage of grief
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“You’re okay.”
“You know I’m not.”
“Come on, get up.”
“Get off me.”
He held on.
You almost wretched your arm from his grasp, but Min Yoongi’s grip tightened, and he held on, which was doing a lot more than some people in your life. Why did you believe? You should have never believed. All this time, why? How foolish. You never believed in the conventional love story, so why now?
You stared at them.
The photos scattered around you.
He gave you one every week. Polaroids of lovely moments, dates, hand hearts, smiles, sunny skies and dreamy rain. Sharing an umbrella. A shaved ice with two spoons in it. The sea and the sand. The countryside with the fields of yellow flowers.
The dreams of the dead.
“I told you not to come.”
“It’s my responsibility to check up on you,” he said softly.
Rain.
Just a little rain, right here, drop my drop, falling down, blurring the photos all around you on the floor, the spot that you had been lying on for nearly two days, replaying the moment over and over. The bump on the street, the gasp and spilling of coffee, looking up and sighing exasperatedly into a smile that began the opening sequence that you wish never happened.
That’s so cliché.
“He was my best friend too.”
“That was a long time ago,” you croaked back and you were surprised to find your voice soaked, reaching up and wiping your tears away with the base of your palm, flinging the little rain onto the other photos, ridding yourself of them, because why cry? There was no reason to cry. “You had better things to do.” Slapping your hands down onto those colors, flipping them over one by one, black squares in a domino effect since that was what it really was, black squares covering up the dark moments, the reveal of a small habit, it’s nothing, seeing the blood on his arm, don’t worry, then the black tattoos, one by one, covering up marks, I got you, let’s go to the beach today, cascade the white frames over each other so they held nothing but black squares with dates printed on the back.
People can get tattoos for art.
He got them to cover up how many times he shot up.
You smacked your palms down on the floor and the torrent came, rain splattering down on black squares, a hurricane of emotions, remembering the last time you spoke to him was plexiglass between you with a grungy olive handheld phone and him telling you then when he got out that you two would go to the beach again.
“I believed him…”
You almost slid to the floor again but Yoongi held onto your arm, pale fingers straining from your weight that was more than just mass times the acceleration of gravity, the weight of the end, the weight of the mess, the weight of hate, because you hated that you still believed in that opening sequence, that you could replay it and had hope that maybe this time it would be beautiful.
He lowered, his other hand fitting onto your shoulder, holding up shaking shoulders that threatened to collapse.
“It’s okay to believe the best in people,” Yoongi murmured softly.
I love you, darling.
Slowly, sweeping the black squares together with your wet hands, taking moments to wipe the little rain from your eyes with the backs of your hands, listening to a laugh you no longer heard, fleeting arguments that seemed so far away, the pile up of little secrets that became a big secret, not noticing the world that was so clear and colorful becoming a blur of monochrome.
Give me one more chance.
“Don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying,” you choked out.
What was worse, the lying, the drug habit, or the play-pretend that everything was okay when you knew better than anyone that it wasn’t? Or was it staying right until the police came and took him away, trying to convince them that he was a good guy, that there was no way he was involved in that kind of stuff, when you knew full well that he was, lying and pretending that you knew nothing, which only incriminated him further and left you guiltless in the eyes of the law?
Or was it the guilt?
He had smiled at you anyway, telling you that you two could still go to the beach and watch the ocean together.
“You sold cocaine to a bunch of teenagers,” you said into the phone receiver, scratchy and dying.
His smile had faltered. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ve caused you trouble.”
The eyes of Min Yoongi’s childhood best friend looked into yours and he probably promised Yoongi countless things, like making music with him and performing together, but he did none of that because now he was behind bars.
“You’ll be okay,” he said to you.
Notwe.
You.
That was when you knew it was dead.
The opening sequence ran through your head,. The bump on the street, the gasp and spilling of coffee, looking up and sighing exasperatedly into a smile that you told you would love until the end of the world, and that was so, so cliché to ever believe in.
“Come on, let’s get up. Leave it.”
You left it on the floor, the rain and the memories.
“Here.”
He handed you soft tissues, clearly unfolded from his pocket, the kind that came in convenient plastic packs. Layered them for you, placed them in your hand.
You almost fell to the floor again.
You belonged with the tragedy.
Yoongi gripped your upper arms, holding you up.
“I hate him,” he said to your hair. “And I miss him. I should have stopped him. I should have done something.”
You shoved the tissues into your eyes.
Yoongi placed his chin on your forehead and sighed softly, shuddering as your felt the little rain soak the tissues, replaying the opening sequence over and over again, and if you just made different choices, if you just contact Yoongi and asked for help, if you and him had done something different, would they still be friends and would you still be whole, not zero, but one?
And the worst was knowing the answer was probably no.
paring: non-idolYoongi x Reader (established relationship)
rating: 18+ ONLY
genre: fluff, smut
w/c:1k
warnings: cursing, oral sex, (m. receiving) switch reader, switch yoongi. (If you catch anything else I forgot to add, please don’t hesitate to let me know)
a/n: I wrote this in under an hour cuz ima hoe… anyways, please enjoy
Getting the chance to witness Yoongi as he slept was a rarity of its own. The raven-haired male was infamous for waking up before the early chirps of newborn birds and falling asleep only after you’ve drifted off into dreamland, so today was something special. Having him rest so soundly beside you, warm sunlight spilling across his flawless skin, and thick lashes soft against the apples of his cheeks as the rhythm of his faint breath exhaled past his lips.
“You’re so beautiful.” You soundly whisper, watching as Yoongi slowly began to wake from his slumber.
Your fingers begin to dance along the flesh of his ivory chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps down it’s path. The further you venture, the more you notice something twitching underneath the thin fabric of the sheets. “Oh,” You giggle, eyes panning to the stiff erection, standing proudly beneath the linen.
“Baby~?” You mew softly, fingers trickling past his torso to the edge of his waistband. “Is this okay?”
Yoongi’s lashes slowly begin to flutter open, tongue darting across his dry lips out of habit. It takes a moment for his vision to come to, but when it does, you’re the first thing he sees. Your wild bedhead framing around your delicate face, eyes narrowed seductively low, and plump lips formed into the shape of a wicked smirk. It was then he noticed your hand, so dangerously close to the needy dick twitching in his boxers. “Please.”
Never one to turn down your lover, your hand slips beneath the thin layer of fabric, immediately met with the heat of Yoongi’s manhood. Your fingers find the thick base of his shaft, palming around the veiny, hot flesh.
Yoongi utters a grunt, stuttering his hips upward due to the bewitching sensation of your sweet touch. “You’re always so sensitive when I touch you here.” You giggle, palm slowly beginning to work up and down his shaft.
Yoongi’s breath staggers in his throat, eyelids riding low as a familiar tightness begins to coil within the pit of his abdomen. “I-I had a dream…” He struggled to articulate his speech, your soft hand around his dick having an effect on him. “A-about you.”
Your tongue flirtatiously darts across your bottom lip, “Oh, yeah?” you start with a smirk, antagonizing his sexual frustration. “What was your dream about, baby?” You squeeze your hand tighter, just how Yoongi liked it.
Yoongi’s throat releases a hiss, eyelashes fluttering as he takes a nibble out of his lip.“ Y-you were s-sucking me o-of.” He stuttered in the form of a slight pout, and fuck did you love it when he pouted. “B-but you didn’t l-let me c-cum.” Jet orbs glossing over
“Aww, that’s so mean of me.” You reply coyly, fingers teasing around his mushroom tip, massaging in his sticky pre-cum. “Do you think you deserve to cum, Yoongi?” you ask, toying with his dick as if it were your own personal plaything.
“I- I do deserve it.” He finds the strength to say. “I’m a good m-man to you, aren’t I?” He makes sure to add as if to plead his case.
“Yes, you’re very good to me, Yoongi.” His body shivers as you whisper into the shell of his ear. “So I’ll give you what you want.” After maneuvering under the sheets, you slowly peel back the waistband of Yoongi’s boxers, allowing his tall erection to spring free. You lick your lips at the mighty sight, pre-cum glistening at the tip, healthy veins protruding from the sides, and a thickness that made you crave him even more. “You always look so yummy,” You say, tongue darting out to collect the first taste of his red tip.
“Shit,” Yoongi grunts, uncontrollably jolting his hips upward.
You were never one to leave your boyfriend unsatisfied, so opening your mouth wide and swallowing him whole was always the option with the best results. The tip of your nose reaches the forest of his pubic hair, tongue massaging the bottom of his shaft. The grunts and moans slipping past Yoongi’s lips give the encouragement to hold your gag reflex, allowing you to relax your throat.
“Oh, fuck.” Yoongi’s hands move on their own, gripping the back of your hair to hold your mouth in place. With eyes rolled back, he’s inching his shaft as far as it can reach. Your mouth feels immaculate around him, the thick wetness of your saliva and the tightness of your throat, fuck he could orgasm then and there. “C-can I…?” Yoongi mutters, almost too afraid to ask.
You know precisely what Yoongi means by his question; he wants to take control. The very thought of him using your mouth and throat for his sexual leisure causes a spike of pleasure to pulse between your thighs. So, of course, you nod to his request.
Gripping at the back of your hair tighter, Yoongi guides your hollowed-out mouth slowly up and down his thickness. “T-tap me if y-you need to b-breathe.” He utters, eyes rolling back to the erotic sensation your hungry mouth was providing.
You nod to the suggestion but also know you won’t be needing air anytime soon. After years of being with Yoongi, you’ve perfected the art of inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils.
“Shit, y-your mouth is so good.” Yoongi stutters while you bob your head to the speed that he desired, erotic wet sounds exuded from beneath the sheets. “I-I fuckin love you.” With every passing moment, the pulsing in Yoongi’s dick intensifies along with the aching to release. “Wanna swallow for me, baby?”
You thought it cute that he even asked, and if his dick wasn’t being shoved halfway down your esophagus, you would have giggled, but instead, you nod to his request.
“G-gotta see you,” Yoongi yanks away the sheets, revealing your sexy mouth gobbling away at his dick, thick saliva collecting at the base of his shaft and your alluring, hazed eyes gazing up at him; his own personal goddess. “My sexy girl gonna take my load in her mouth? You gonna do that for me?”
You don’t stop bobbing, sucking him all in as your eyes screamed the words, “yes, please.”
As if on queue, the rubber band sensation, stretching in the pit of Yoongi’s abdomen, finally snaps. “Oh, fuck!” He yells, holding your head in place to collect the large amount of cum releasing into your throat. He thrusts a few final times, colors exploding in his vision while riding the explosive high of his orgasm.
And just like he asked, you have no problem swallowing it all, gulping down the salty evidence of your boyfriend’s orgasm, before your lips release the tip of his dick with a -pop-.
A satisfied smile gleams across Yoongi’s rosy cheeks as he grabs your arm, gesturing you to lay beside him, “Come here.”
Doing as you’re told, your head plops into the pillow beside Yoongi’s head, gazing into his glossy, hooded eyes.
“You’re so fuckin perfect,” Yoongi says, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, thanking you for the happy ending he’d just received. “What do you want for breakfast?” his fingers stroking throughout your hair as he watched you in awe.
The light glaze of sweat glistening across Yoongi’s skin and the softness in his deep, onyx eyes melted you inside. You loved him so much that after 2 years of being together, butterflies still managed to flutter in the pit of your stomach. “Pancakes!” You nearly shout, a bit too excited at the mention of breakfast.
Yoongi chuckles at your animated behavior. “Let’s get showered, and then I’ll make you a tall stack of pancakes.” He watches as the excitement grows in your eyes, reminding him of the many reasons why he fell hard for you. “I love you.” Yoongi manages to sneak in the phrase before you could respond.
Your heart did that thing where it nearly somersaulted out of your chest. How did you get so lucky to have such a beautiful, perfect man in your bed every morning? So, without hesitation, you respond, “I love you too, Min Yoongi.”
◇Summary: you are sleepy and yoongi is busy. And you need to cuddle while sleeping so work can wait when it comes to you.
◇Genre: fluff,fluff and more fluff!
◇Warnings: loads of cuteness because y/n is a cutie patootie which can melt yoongi’s cold . Implied smut just some indirect mention.
A/n : hello hello! This idea was given by my wifey @teluki which inspired me to write this cute little one shot!
Author’s pov
You smiled softly against his chest as his large hand ran up and down your back in hopes of lulling you to sleep. You sighed and gripped his thin white t shirt, relaxing in his strong embrace. Yoongi kissed your head softly continuing caressing your back as you snuggled into his body. You have the habit of cuddling while sleeping. Before you met yoongi, you used to hold your big teddy bear in your sleep because you can’t sleep without holding something. But after yoongi came in your life, the teddy bear was long forgotten because yoongi was really endeared when you told him about this habit at the beginning of your dating and since then he would hold you tightly every time you slept. Yoongi finds this habit of yours absolutely adorable and even after 4 years of dating and 1 and half year of marriage you still sleep in his arms. And that’s why yoongi is always hesitant to leave you alone every time he goes to a business trip because he knows you have trouble sleeping without him besides you.
Yoongi smiled softly when he heard soft little snores coming from you and kissed your forehead when your head lulled back slightly and adjusted your head on the pillow before removing some strands of hair from your face. A quiet chuckle left his lips seeing your chubby cheeks squished against the pillow with your mouth slightly opened . Covering you with the duvet properly he sighed and reluctantly stood up. All he wants to do is get back in bed and continue holding you but unfortunately he has some work to complete. He slowly creeped out of the room as to not wake you up and started walking towards his home studio. He knows that he has to write the song idea that just came to his mind because he will definitely forget it later. Closing the door he sat on his chair and took his notebook and started scribbling whatever came to his mind
Half an hour later, you woke up not feeling the familiar warmth of your husband anymore and a pout settled on your lips when you found his side of the bed empty. You huffed knowing he went back to work again not just because you wanted to cuddle but also because you were worried he might overwork himself again. He has the habit of working continuously for hours without eating or drinking anything and it had been hardly 3 hours since he came home and he is wondering again. Still you didn’t want to disturb him. It might be important if he got out of bed to complete the work. So you sighed and cuddling in the blanket hoping to fall asleep again. But no matter how much you tossed and turned, sleep didn’t came. So after contemplating for another 5 minutes you finally stood up and wore one of his hoodie before making your way towards his studio.
Knocking the door once , as expected you didn’t got any response. So you opened the door and walked inside shivering slightly because of the coldness in his studio. How does he not freeze and can work normally in this temperature? “Yoongi” you called him softly while tapping his shoulder and he jumped slightly before turning his chair around and removing the headphone “ y/n? Baby why are you up it hasn’t been long since you slept” he mumbled pulling you closer noticing the sleepiness in your eyes. You yawned standing in between his legs and absentmindedly caressed his hair “i can’t sleep” you mumbled softly feeling your eyes getting heavier “can’t you work tomorrow?” You continued with a pout which he is sure you didn’t even noticed. He looked back at his laptop and then at back at you sighing tiredly “no baby I’m sorry but i have to complete this today” your pout increased with your sleepy mind not processing anything more than the want to be held by him “but i want to cuddle” you whined childishly rubbing your eyes and a tired smile creeped on his face. No matter how much he wants to pick you up and sleep while holding you he wants to finish this too because he has been stuck at this song since weeks and he can’t let the inspiration and ideas of the lyrics go “I’m so sorry babygirl but i need to work right now. It will only take about an hour can you try to sleep until then?” He said a little strenly making you bite your lip knowing he might get irritated if you kept on pushing him . Now feeling a little selfish you nodded hoping to mask the sadness and took a step back making yoongi immediately want to pull you back to feel your warmth again.
“It’s okay i know work is important. I’m sorry i disturbed you” you said not looking at him and walked out of the room closing the door behind you and made your way towards the bedroom while yoongi cursed under his breath and pushed his hair back sighing. He couldn’t ignore the guilt creeping inside him because he knows you can’t sleep without him and still sent you back. You shouldn’t look so hesitant to ask him about anything and he hated that you did.
You layed back on the bed sleeping on yoongi’s side hoping that his scent will help you fall asleep and closed your eyes snuggling in his pillow. You can’t believe you disturbed him just because you wanted to cuddle. So lost in your internal thoughts you didn’t heard the door opening and closing and you were surprised when you felt the bed dipped behind you and his arm wrapped around your waist with his another arm snaking under your head. You held his hand which was under your head and whispered “yoon-” “shh go back to sleep kitten. I’m sorry i got mad at you” he murmured kissing your neck softly “it’s okay you can work i will be fine yoongs” you whispered caressing his arm adoring how good it felt wrapped around you. “No. Work can be done later. Now go to sleep I’m tired” you giggled and turned your head slightly to kiss him and he immediately responded kissing you back sleepily but you let out a surprised sound when he suddenly started sucking your bottom lip gently “hey! I thought you were tired” you giggled when his lips chased yours and covered his lips with your hand causing him to grunt “it’s okay we can sleep in tomorrow” “no mr min you are going to sleep right now so no funny business” you said hovering your lips on his teasingly and pulling back when he tried to kiss you. He groaned but still let you snuggle in his chest and pulled you closer. “You sure you want to sleep?” He asked huskily while pressing a wet kiss under your ear causing you to shiver and slap his chest .
“Yes i do"you stated causing him to grumble while you tangled your legs with his while he scooted down and layed his head on your chest snuggling in your soft skin "good night yoon” you whispered closing your eyes and heard a deep mumble “night kitten”
The next morning he took his revenge just so you know.
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“Y/n?” You jumped slightly hearing your fiance’s voice suddenly and turned around wide eyed while yoongi bite back a chuckle because you looked absolutely adorable in your oversized t shirt with your mouth full of chocolate ice cream “yes?” You squeaked out hiding the tub behind your back not so sneakily causing him to smile “what are you doing princess?” He asked already knowing the answer but wanting to see what you’re going to do “umm watching the stars?” You said without thinking anything while yoongi hummed walking towards you causing to walk backwards till your back hit the counter “and where are your stars baby” he mumbled taking the ice cream from behind your back causing you to whine and try to take it back but he gave you a look causing you to pout and huff “i was hungry!” He wrapped his arm around your waist looking at the tub which was now half empty causing him to sigh “then you should have woke me up baby and i could have made something. You just got well do you want to get sick again?” He scolded you gently and you shaked your head and buried your face in his chest with the pout still on your lips “m sorry” your voice came out mumbled and he kissed your head “it’s okay” he pecked your lips and continued “do you want to eat a sandwich? I’ll make some” he mumbled already pulling away but you whined and shaked your head feeling your eyes getting heavier with all the ice cream you stuffed “I’m not hungry now. Sleepy” you mumbled causing him to laugh and he nodded “alright then let’s get you to bed” he said and bend down picking you up bridal style and you wrapped your around his neck smiling sleepily and kissed his neck softly before nuzzling your face in his warm skin. He smiled fondly at your habit of becoming clingy whenever you’re sleepy and continued walking towards the bedroom when you mumbled something “yoongs” he hummed closing the door with his leg and his movements halted for a moment when you whispered “i want to have kids” and he looked down at you to see you already closing your eyes and smiled walking towards the bed. His mind now filled with having a little you or a little him running around in the house and their bright laughs bouncing on the walls. Laying you on the bed gently he kissed your forehead before whispering against your skin “i would love that babygirl” you smiled softly and pulled him down with you and he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled your leg up so that it was wrapped around his torso. And just like that, you both fell asleep being tangled against each other with both of your minds filled with the happiness coming in the future.
And tomorrow after you unexpectedly throw up the first thing in the morning, you both also got to know the reason why you wanted to eat pickles dipped in chocolate last week
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summary:yoongi reminisces on the times you two had.
-ADMIN TERI
june 18, 2017. 8:54pm.
Yoongi lied in his bed with his hands over his chest, his eyes focused on a ball of dust on the ceiling fan that spun around and around. It reminded him of what was going on in his mind right now. He was tired. Not sleepy, but tired. Tired of thinking about you. It was always bad this time of year. Memories of you always flooded his brain.
Summer was always a good time in your relationship - it was the season you met. The warm weather along with a bonfire held by a mutual friend brought the two of you together. You bumped into him intentionally and asked how the weather was treating him. He chuckled instead of answering. That was years ago, and he still remembers the night so vividly. He remembers the long flowy silky-looking dress you were wearing as you spun around. It was like everyone around the two of you disappeared, and he could only focus on you. Talking to you was like talking to an old friend, it was as if you never ran out of things to talk about.
It had been three years since the last time you spent a summer together. He remembers the way the tears rolled down your face the last time he saw you. It was the night of the break up. It was the beginning of August and it was humid and hot and Yoongi could feel the sweat roll off his forehead as the two of you shouted obscenities back and forth to each other.
“I don’t need you, Y/N! I was doing just fine before you came into my life! I’ll do even better once you’re just gone.” It was like Yoongi’s mouth knew what he was saying before his brain did - like his lips were spewing things he never in a million years even thought. Truth be told, he hadn’t been the same since you left. He lied to you just this once, just when he told you that he’d be okay without you.
You shrunk back once you heard the vile statement. You stopped in your tracks immediately. It was your greatest fear come true - that Yoongi hadn’t felt anything for you and that he could end it like it was nothing. It didn’t feel like nothing to you. It felt like Yoongi opened up a whole new world, a whole new way of life that you’d fallen in love with. Just like you’d fallen in love with Yoongi. When you heard what he said, however, it just made you doubt everything. Including yourself. He was right, you told yourself. He would be just fine after you were gone.
Yoongi turned over in bed and sighed as he remembered the look on your face from that night. It haunted him like a ghost. He reached for his phone and opened up to the music app. It was full of songs you’d introduced him to and playlists that you had made specifically for him. His favorite one was full of songs that you loved, ones that you hoped he would love as well. He grew to love the songs and the memories that came with it over the years.
july 1st, 2017. 5:38am.
It felt like Yoongi had been awake the whole summer thus far. He can’t remember the last time he slept without dreaming of you. It wasn’t like he was surprised though. Summer was you. He was in love with how it felt to remember you.
He sat at his desk, staring at the second tick by on the clock on his computer. He could see the reflection of the light peeking through the blinds on the window. He double clicked on one of the files on his desktop. It was pages and pages of poetry that he’d written while the two of you were still together. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was sappy back then. Hell, he’s still sappy now.
Back when you two had just began dating, you would facetime when you couldn’t be together. You’d answer with the camera facing the ceiling and he’d jokingly say he would hang up if you didn’t show your face. Hours would go by before the call ended. You slept easy knowing that even though you couldn’t be with Yoongi, that you at least got to talk to him and see the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music or anything else he loved.
Yoongi turned off the computer and went to bed after that. When his alarm finally went off, he thought for a split second that it might be you facetiming him. He scoffed as he pressed snooze on his phone. “That’ll never happen.” He let out before falling asleep again.
july 15, 2017. 11:42am.
Yoongi didn’t smile any less or have any less fun with his friends when he went out. It was just that everything seemed to remind him of you. Everything he saw in his friend, Namjoon’s living room seemed to make him think about you.
The TV reminded him of how you insisted on watching The Walking Dead every Sunday at 8pm. You’d cuddle up next to him as you turned the volume up loud and shush him if he said anything.
The fireplace made him think of the one time it was storming so bad that the power went out in the house you two shared for a little while. You told Yoongi to go get the wood from the garage and bring it inside. Once he did, he sat behind you for a good twenty minutes watching you try to get the fireplace to work. “It’s electric, you know.” He laughed loudly as you came to the realization.
Yoongi focused on his friends again and jumped in the conversation. It took a lot of self control to not think about you.
august 30, 2017. 12:03am.
Yoongi awoke to a harsh pain in his chest. He sat up in bed immediately and look at his phone. It was August 30th already? How could this be? He felt a weakness in his stomach and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Time passed so fast, yet memories were still so vivid.
He got dressed at 6am after hours of laying in bed with tears falling from both eyes. He looked in the mirror and pushed his tie up to his neck, straightening any wrinkles on his suit. He had to look good for you. Show you that he was still strong. Just as strong as last time.
The bell on the door rang as Yoongi entered the convenience store. The cashier offered him a glance and handed him a bouquet of flowers. “On us,” He started, but Yoongi placed a fifty on the counter anyway.
It was a rainy day, figures. He sighed to himself as he exited his car, the flowers in his left hand. The rain was coming down hard, but he wasn’t affected. This was about you. He walked on the grass until he reached his destination.
Yoongi kneeled down, placing the flowers on the ground. He wiped the raindrops from your headstone. Seeing your name again was bittersweet. He wished that he could just see you again.
“I’ll always regret how I left things, you know.” He started, his breath catching in his throat as a tear left his eye. “I told you I’d support you through the treatment, and I didn’t. I left you like that, and I’m sorry.”
He could apologize a thousand times, but it wouldn’t make a difference. Yoongi didn’t blame himself, but rather he had a distaste for himself because of what happened. He sat at the grave for the rest of the day.
tags: established relationship au, yoongi x fem!reader
warnings:smutty topic (18+)
Yoongi crosses his arms. “Huh?”
“I want to try anal. Is it that weird of a request?”
Let’s be clear. You’ve been dating Yoongi for three years and it’s safe to say that you’ve tried everything under the sun. He’s never pushed you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with and has been an excellent sexual partner.
You’ve never met somebody so in-tune with your sexual needs. The sex is great, every time. It feels like he knows exactly what your body needs, incorporating his love and appreciation for you in every touch.
It’s as if you become one, loving entity during sex.
He’s typically so mature outside the bedroom, but when the two of you are tangled up in each other, his pleasure is written all over his face. He can’t hide his adoration.
Whether he’s panting quietly, cringing at a new feeling, giggling playfully at the chaste kisses you plant on his neck, or biting his lip while pounding your pussy.
He’s expressive, and you return that energy.
The downside is, all this energy spent on top of one another leaves Yoongi a sleepy guy.
Yoongi is the oldest soul you’ve ever met.
Before you met him, you thought he liked his space, but as you two grew closer you realized he began introducing you to more and more of his personality.
Along with that came a strong libido.
He can typically predict and sedate your sexual needs before you mention them.
This announcement of your desire, however, came as a complete surprise.
“You’ve never asked for us to do that before…” Yoongi trails, scratching his head.
“Will you try it with me?” You ask in a soft voice as you approach your baby. You hook your arm around his waist and pout. “I want to know what it feels like…”
Yoongi rests his hand on top of your head. “Hmmm…” he smiles.
“Whaaaat?”
“It’s probably not as simple as me just…putting it in your ass,” his eyes flash to the side. “You know that, right?”
“Yes~ I’m gonna get ready for you,” you reply, tugging on him.
“Really, now…” Yoongi hums, his hands around your body. He hovers over your lips. “Let’s do it.”
