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I Won't Hurt You (M) | MYG

I Won't Hurt You

● Pairing: Ghostface!Yoongi x Female Reader ● Genre: Horror, Smut, Rated R | 18+ ● Tropes: scream au, pwp, established relationship, slight angst ● WC: 1.7k ● Warnings: party vibes, dark-themes (murder), weapon mention(knife), mentions of blood, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex, does it make sense? No. does it have to? No, etc ● Beta: n/a (i don’t talk to anyone so i have no betas) ● Summary: You find out that your boyfriend is Ghost Face, but he doesn't want to hurt you. ● Author’s Note: Who would have spontaneous sex with their boyfriend after they unalived someone? This fic is completely out of the blue and I love the Scream franchise! Please leave any feedback or comments on a reblog, post, or even my ask box! ● Song Recommendation: To The Stage by Asking Alexandria

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All night, you have been looking for your boyfriend in Namjoon’s house. What started out as a bopping Halloween party soon turned into a ghost town. Even when the place was filled with bodies and costumes it was hard to find Yoongi. Now, you can’t even find a single soul.

It isn’t until you quietly crept up the staircase towards the hallway do you finally find someone.

A shadowed figure crosses through the light in a room. You hesitantly peer into the doorway to see someone wearing a full ghost face costume, looming over the bloody body of Namjoon. The figure swipes the blood clean from a bowie knife as they stare down at his lifeless body.

The scream lodged in your throat doesn’t surface as your hand covers your mouth. You slowly back away from the door but fate has other plans for you as the wooden stair creaks from the weight of your step.

Nerve endings on high alert, you watch as if in slow motion while the stranger turns their head and acknowledges you. Your voice comes forward in a scream as you begin down the stairs, feet stepping as fast as possible while the stranger is fast on your trail.

The heavy push of their body tackles you like a linebacker hitting a quarterback. Swiftly landing you to the ground and pinning you to the floor.

Helplessly you yelp, “Stop! Please, no!”

The ghost face keeps you beneath him as their clothed hand covers your mouth. They pull off their mask and reveal themselves to you, leaving you undoubtedly stunned. It’s your boyfriend, Yoongi.

“I’m going to remove my hand,” he warns with a warm tone. “Please don’t scream.”

Yoongi is straddling your hips as his body keeps you from moving around. He watches the way your eyes shift into fearful tears as he drops his mask to the side.

You nod slowly and Yoongi takes his time pulling away from you. He stands towering over your terrified state with the knife still in his hand. Yoongi waits for you patiently to sit up as you stare at him.

Traces of blood stain the front of your cowgirl costume, transferred from Yoongi’s costume. You were wearing a matching set with Yoongi when you arrived tonight, but the man you look up to now looks completely different from what you remember.

His black hair is disheveled across his face with traces of sweat gathering at his temples. He’s partially out of breath and covered in a stark black gown. There’s a wild, puzzled look to his eyes as he leers down at you.

Fear runs through you forcing yourself to uncontrollably tear up. You can’t run, he’s proven that to you already. You’re stuck right here in front of a murderer. He leans down and tries to console you with a hug but your arms shoot out and reject him.

“Y/n, baby, please –” he hushes, “Don’t cry! It’s okay, I won’t hurt you!” Yoongi’s voice is as soft as he can possibly make it. His hand comes to brush aside a portion of your hair while he continues to speak, “Baby, let me see your face. I can explain.”

Gently, Yoongi manages to pull your arms toward him as he cradles your cheek with his hand. You feel the smooth gloved thumb run across your skin and wipe away the running tears. 

You look at him in disbelief as he holds onto you. There’s still the sweet, beautiful, caring man before you. The one you know all too well. His warm eyes remind you of the Yoongi you love, the man you put your full trust into.

“W-why?” Your voice breaks with emotion.

The question could be meant for a multitude of reasons, but he knows exactly which question you are asking. And for an answer he cannot explain simply. 

Yoongi stalls momentarily, his mouth hanging open for a split second before closing. He pulls you into a tight hug, “You weren’t supposed to stay here.” Your body stiffens immensely as you feel Yoongi’s arms around you. His chest beats against yours, both your hearts racing erratically. “Jenna was supposed to take you home,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“I couldn’t find you!” You hiccup with pain in your voice.

His warmth allows your body to relax against his. Your panic allows you to hold onto him tightly as your body shakes with adrenaline. It feels as if your heart is shattering within you as reality settles.

Yoongi pulls away from you so he can look into your glossy eyes as you weep with sadness. His fingers lightly grip your chin and force you to face him. “Baby, I love you. I’ll never ever hurt you, I promise!” He kisses your lips tenderly before pulling you closer.

“I’m so sorry you are in the middle of this,” he murmurs as he kisses you again. “You weren’t supposed to see this stuff. I was trying to protect you.”

Yoongi’s lips follow the length of your neck, leaving warm kisses on your skin as his hands roam your body. He places his bowie knife to the side, away from the two of you while he continues to let his apologies leave his lips. 

You allow Yoongi to lay you down on the hardwood floor. He maneuvers to your chest, using his fingers to pull down your cowgirl top and bra enough to release a nipple. His lips attach to your sensitive bud, using his tongue to flick across the fleshy piece until it hardens. Yoongi’s body slots comfortably between your legs as he slithers down your front. He disposes himself of a glove, freeing his digits from the leather fabric just before reaching the hem of your skirt.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” His lips mutter against your lower stomach. His bare fingertips dance along the inside of your thighs while they descend closer to your core, “I love you so much.”

Yoongi looks up at you for confirmation before he continues forward. You nod slowly, reassuringly, for him to know you trust him. Quickly, Yoongi’s face buries and disappears in between your legs. His fingers pull aside whatever panties that are in his way and licks a solid strip up your folds before sliding two of his deft fingers inside of you.

You clench at the sudden intrusion, but it’s a welcoming presence nonetheless. Involuntarily your legs squeeze the sides of his head, hands shooting down to grip the raven black locks atop his head as a lewd moan leaks from your mouth.

“Fuck,” you curse as the back of your head thuds against the floor below you. You tug hard on his hair as your hips buck into his face.

Yoongi frantically picks up the pace with his fingers as his tongue swivels around your clit, lathering the nub with his saliva as he presses knuckles deep into your walls. He leans up from you abruptly, fingers still running a ‘come-hither’ motion inside of you as his parted mouth glistens. 

Yoongi fumbles with his belt underneath the ghost face cloak before pulling the blasted cloth off of him, revealing the same cowboy outfit that you match with. He slides back on to you, fingers pulling out of you quickly to shove down his jeans and boxers past his hips to free his hardened cock.

You feel yourself dripping the moment Yoongi removes his fingers. He uses your essence off his fingers and lathers it along his cock before giving it a quick few tugs. Yoongi’s desperate when lining himself up with your entrance, being mindful to pull your panties as far to the side as possible. The moment his cockhead kisses your hole he leans down to connect his mouth to yours.

He pushes into you completely, forcing the two of you to let out a sudden and satisfied moan. Yoongi lifts your leg up to allow a deeper penetration, thrusting slow and deep as he bends you to his will.

“You feel so good, baby –” he hums as his head nuzzles into your neck. 

Your fingers curl on his clothes, leaving small scratch marks through the material. 

“H-Hold on to me…” Yoongi picks his pace up fast. His hips snap into your body, pulling his cock all the way out just to dive it right back in at full force. The lewd sounds of skin slapping skin struck his ears, your beautiful whines mixed with pleasure fuels his ego. He craves more with every single thrust he puts into you, gradually fucking you harder and faster until your body is shifting across the hardwood flooring.

“Y-yoongi, I’m gonna –” A broken moan interrupts you when his teeth latch onto your neck, leaving a harsh mark that undoubtedly will become a bruise. Your body jolts in his grasp while your eyes screw shut. 

“Cum for me,” Yoongi’s voice is laced with lust, a small smile tugging at his lips as he feverishly piles his cock into you. “You feel so fucking good,” he grunts between his words, every thrust stronger than the last. It helps build your orgasm up to the very brim before it snaps, “Cum for me baby, I love you.”

You can’t form a full sentence as his thrusts become more desperate, reverting to you chanting the word ‘yes’ like a mantra as your sweaty body jolts underneath Yoongi’s weight. Your moans grow louder, the heightened sensation in your lower region breaks as your climax washes over you in an exciting rush. Yoongi’s hips began to slam into you. Your cunt clenched around his cock like a vice grip, the flexing muscles spasm inside you squeeze him so tightly it leaves Yoongi gasping.

He groans loudly as he pulls out just in time and comes hot white ropes on top of your panties. Yoongi slowly rocks his hips against your body as his high dies down, his mouth leaving open kisses across your neck until he reaches your mouth. 

“Baby,” he huffs. “Look at me.”

You turn to see the mirth in Yoongi’s eyes. Both of you lay there with spinning heads, breath labored, and bodies cooling off.

“I won’t do anything to hurt you,” he sighs. “I’ll never hurt you.”

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Missing 3tan Yoongi ♡

his laugh is everything (5/?)

shines brighter than all the diamonds...💎✨

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Speechless 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵😍✨️😭

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Summary: After four years your sister's ex-boyfriend comes back into your life. Can you keep your entanglement a secret? Will the guilt eat you alive? 

Pairing:  Sisters Ex Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader. 

Genre: SMUT, angst, hurt - comfort, romance. 

Warning: Explicit sex, fingering, Possessive Yoongi, swearing, reader is insecure, jealousy, punishment, unprotected sex, drinking, dirty talk, praising, degradation, spanking, teasing, hair pulling, arguments. Overuse of the name baby. 

A/N: This is for future chapters:  Disregard real ages of familiar Idols in the story. 

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It was hot in his studio. Sweat was beading at your hairline and slowly starting to make its way down the side of your face to your neck.  The music was loud as he turned his speakers up to max volume. Thumping bass and loud drums vibrate through your body so deep you can feel it in your bones. The overhead lights casting down on you were low, but it felt like a spotlight on you. As if you were performing for him, a star of your own show.  Your own private show just for Yoongi. You can feel the sweat slowly roll down over your neck, over your chest, and down the valley between your breasts. You look at him, and his dark  eyes seem to be in a trance as he follows its path. He swipes his own forehead, pushing his ginger hair out of the way.  His mouth slightly agape, he rested his head back in his chair.

“Getting tired, baby?” He chuckles.  “I thought this was what you wanted?”  

He's right. You wanted to try something new and adventurous.  Well, adventurous for you anyway.  When you jokingly asked to ride him, this is not what you meant. Your legs were squished between him and the black plastic arms of his chair. The hard plastic was digging into your knees, creating bruises for tomorrow. You don't care. Not when he looked so heavenly under you. You grab the headrest of his seat and dig your nails into the leather. Using it as leverage, helping you as you rock your hips against him. Your nails leave crescent indentations in their wake. Yoongi's own hands sneak up your back, pulling himself up and close to you. You look down as he looks up, your eyes lock. You love him. You want to say it, but not now, not here. He presses his lips against the front of your shoulder. His hot breath fans across the smooth surface. 

“Need help?” He asks, licking his lips.

He doesn't wait for an answer. His hands slide under your bottom to help guide the sway of your hips against him, doing most of the work for you. The necklaces hanging loosely around his neck rub against your bare breasts every time you rock toward him. It sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps breaking out over your body. Your head tilts back, and you let out a soft moan. Yoonngi takes the opportunity to place kisses on your exposed chest. His tongue pokes out to trace that path of skin between your breasts, tasting the saltiness. You place your hand on Yoongi's still covered chest and push him back into his seat. His hands fall from you and limply collapse to either side of his body. You lean back as well and place your feet against the inside of those plastic arms. Bracing yourself against his desk with your hands, your hips roll against his own. He is angled perfectly, and your knees fall a little wider. He moves his black shirt up so he can enjoy the view of the two of you combined. Biting his bottom lip, Yoongi's hand journeys over your hip, your ribs, squeezing your breast before finally bringing his thumb to your mouth. His eyes still don't stray from the view of you taking his cock. 

“Lick,” he rasps at you.

Your tongue snakes out and licks his thumb slowly. Your hips rotating against his own. He groans loudly before bringing his hand down to thumb at your clit. You whine and your head lolls onto your shoulder. Your eyes land on his far wall.  The first time he invited you to his studio you were not sure what to expect. When you entered, you were greeted with dark gray walls and colorful led lights bordering the room. Basketballs from various teams line the shelves along the wall in display cases. Keyboards, computers and other equipment littered throughout the room. A small couch pushed into the corner, it doesn't look like it has been used a lot.  What you didn't expect was the large variety of pictures he had. There was one though, in the very center that made your heart stop. You took it off the shelf and held it carefully in your hands.  It was you and him. More specifically,  it was you with his arm around you. You looked so young sitting in the treehouse  that stood in your parents backyard.  You had just gotten accepted into art school. He was so happy for you that day.

“You still have this?” You ask him. 

“Of course,” he tells you. “It was the first picture I put up there.”  You think back for a minute. You're pretty sure he's been in this studio for a couple of years. Oh.

“Oh, shit,” a voice who does not belong to you or Yoongi rings out. Your eyes fly open, and see Jimin staring right at you. Yoongi grabs you quickly and pulls you into him, trying to cover you the best he can. “I wasn't expecting this.” 

“Jimin, get out,” Yoongi snarls.

“I have the papers you needed,” Jimin told him. “In fact, you said they better be in your hand as soon as they got delivered. Well, they got delivered. Hi, Y/N.” Jimin places the papers on Yoongi's desk and pats your head comfortingly.   

“Don't be a brat and get out,” Yoongi demands, and Jimin just laughs and leaves the room. He's going to tell Lisa, you just know it. You can feel Yoongi take a few deep breaths. He collapses back into his chair, and you sit up. “I don't think he saw anything.”

“We made eye contact,” you told him.

“Well, that was some mood ruiner, huh. Remind me to change the code to my door,” he sighs as he gently helps you off his lap. 

Yoongi fixed his pants and started to gather your clothes for you. In the few short months you have been together, you have learned that Yoongi likes to take care of you. You fought it in the beginning. Didn't want him to go out of his way to pick you up from work so you wouldn’t have to take the bus. Didn't want him to buy you a pillow and blanket so you could nap in his studio while he was working. If there was something that he thought you would need, he had it. Right there in his studio and his apartment. It had been a fight with raised voices. He finally broke down, begging you to let him just take care of you. You reluctantly agreed with him. You were still tired, so drained. Maybe it was being overworked and having a horrible boss. Maybe it was the lack of sunshine this time of year. Maybe…probably, it's because you're still hiding your relationship from your family.  Two monthly dinners now with your parents where you had lied right to their faces. Your mom reminds you every time that you need to find someone before you're too old. Your dad, as always, just sat there saying nothing. You were just tired. 

“Are you going to stay at my place tonight?” he asks you as he wraps your scarf around your neck.

Winter has finally arrived, and it's now two weeks before Christmas. The fresh snow fell a few weeks ago, and it's now brown sludge on the side of the road. The town is painted in colorful Christmas lights, festive wreaths, and ice sculptures. Christmas music is coming from the various shops that lined the sidewalks. You used to love Christmas, but it's getting harder every year. This tension between you and your sister always hits the hardest this time of the year. Last year, it was suggested you should show up after she left. You cried the whole day. This year, your shopping was done way too early and with little enthusiasm.  Gift cards, that's all you got them. Generic gift cards.  The only present you put thought into was Yoongi's. Old vinyls that you searched everywhere for and basketball tickets that pretty much drained your bank account. It didn't seem like much, but you knew he wouldn't care and would love them anyway. He would probably be just happy having you next to him that night. He deserved more. You wished you could give him more. 

“Yea, if that's okay,” you tell him, and he smiles at you. 

“Of course it is. Still have your key?” he asks. You hold up your bundle of keys and shake them at him. “Good. I'll try not to be too late tonight.”

You smile, and he gives you a quick kiss on the lips. You leave his studio and exit the building as the cold bites at your cheeks and nose. You walk as fast as you can to your car, wishing you could've warmed it before you left. Unfortunately, your car isn't that fancy.  You're lucky that it even works half of the time.  You sigh and look at the building you just left in your rearview mirror. You're phone chimes, and you see, it's your mom. 

“Your sister just got promoted at work. See what happens when you work hard enough?” 

You roll your eyes to yourself and reply. “That's great, mom. Tell her congratulations.”

You've been staying at Yoongi's more and more. You feel like you're taking advantage of him. Your boss loves taking extra long vacations around this time of year to go somewhere tropical. He thinks he's the most amazing boss ever to his employees for letting you all have the time off, too. Cool, but only if you have enough PTO built up. If not, hopefully, you can pay your bills. You barely have enough, and it worries you. Yoongi was pissed when he found out. He went on a whole tirade about it using big words that went over your head. You think he may have even threatened to sue. You think this also makes you tired. You do work hard, but it’s just not enough. Living in the city is expensive, the food is expensive, your apartment is expensive.  Yoongi deserves someone who can keep up with him financially, and you just….can't. He deserves someone like her. Sighing, you pull your car out of the parking lot and on to the Christmas lined streets. Man, you really hate Christmas. 

Yoongi's apartment was warm. Not in appearance but in heat. The wall of warmth hits your face as you enter his home, thawing your frozen body. It's a welcoming feeling. His walls, however, lack art of any kind. No knick knacks or throw rugs. Just a tv, couch, and a couple of bookcases.   He tells you all the time to go shopping and make his place feel homey while handing you his credit card. You never do it. You don't want to get too comfortable. You know it's a matter of time before he wakes up and realizes everything you lack.  Sighing to yourself, you make your way to his bedroom. You figured you had a few hours of self-pity before he came home. Turning on that bedside side lamp with the soft glow, you notice a small velvet box on the bed. A red envelope with your name written across it accompanies it. You pick up the envelope and remove the card.

This is when I knew. I love you. - Yoongi.

Your hands were shaking. He loves you. Yoongi loves you. You opened the box and smiled at what was inside. It was indeed a ring.  No, it's not an engagement ring but a simple shimmering sun. You slip it onto your middle finger and admire it.

“You remember, right?” Yoongi's deep voice asked you. You whirl around and find him leaning against the door frame, hands in pockets. He looks….shy. 

“My diorama,” you answer. You launched yourself at him so fast he almost didn't have enough time to catch you. “That damn sun wouldn't stay up.” 

“I tried my best,” he whispered in your hair. You pull back, and your smile is watery. 

“I love you, too,” you say quietly.  

Yoongi pulls you close and melds his mouth against yours.  You take the opportunity to grab two fistfuls of his black hoodie and pull him into the room more. He has one hand attached to your lower back and one tangled in your hair. Pulling away from him you push him on the bed and immediately straddle his hips. Capturing his lips again, you take your turn to gently pull at his hair. He groans, he likes it. You remember to make a mental note of that. Your hands slip to the hem of his hoodie and bring it over his head. He tries to take control and get you under him as you throw the garment aside. No, you won't let him. You need this to be about him. He always makes love to you, he fucks you. He does all the work to make you fall apart around him. Tonight, you're going to pick up where you left off in the studio. It's going to be about him. 

“Baby, are you sure?” Yoongi asks you between kisses. 

“Shh,” you shush him softly. 

Your hands grip in sweatpants tightly as your feet slip to the floor and pull them down. He takes his own shirt off, but his curious eyes never leave you. You smile at him and remove your own clothes. Yoongi, who loves you, who takes care of you, is staring at you in awe.  You drop to the floor between his knees. Removing his boxers, you have to remind yourself that there's no reason to be nervous. You've still never done this. He’s never asked, and you were too scared to offer. You take him into your hand and stroke him a few times. You lean forward, ready to take him into your mouth, but Yoongi stops you.

“You don't have to,” he says quietly, leaning back on his elbows. You know he means it, but there is a fire in his eyes as he looks at you. It gives you a boost of confidence that you so desperately need.  

You don't bother answering him. You envelope the tip of his cock in your mouth. You start to suck lightly while your hand moves slowly up and down on him. You hear him sigh and watch as he tilts his head back. You see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. You take this as a good sign and decide to see just how far you can go. Taking a deep breath through your nose you take him further into your mouth. Up and down, back and forth, again and again. Your saliva coating both his cock and your hand.  You can't decide what to do with your tongue so you continue to let your hand do most of the work. You pull off of him. You let your wrist twist and rotate around him. His breath started to come out as pants. You engulf him in your mouth again, focusing on swirling your tongue around the spongy tip of him.   Suddenly, Yoongi pulls you off him gently by your hair and pulls you up on the bed with him. 

“Fuck, baby. I'm not going to last if you keep doing that. I'm still too worked up from earlier.” His voice is deeper, eyes darker. His usual strong, sure hands seem to shake just a little.

“I want to take care of you this time,” you tell him shyly. 

Yoongi takes a second to study you. He nods his head and reclines himself against the headboard with some pillows. He holds his hand out to you, and you crawl up the bed to him. He grabs the back of your neck and brings your face to him. You close the gap and nip his bottom lip. Yoongi growls and smashes your lips together. God, you love kissing him. The press of his tongue against yours always has you squirming as your tongues dance in perfect harmony.  It feels like an eternity before you pull away with a slight gasp for air. He brings his hand down to your pussy and gently strokes you.  His fingers teasingly grazed over your clit and entrance making sure that you were good and ready for him. Helping you lift your hips, you line him up to your entrance and sink slowly down onto him. Your hips are slow to sway back and forth on him. Leaning forward, you teasingly hover your lips over his. You don't kiss him, you want to tantalize him. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Baby, that feels so good, shit.” 

You smile at him and brace yourself against his chest. Your hips pick up in pace, bouncing and less grinding.  The bedroom is filled with the slapping sounds of your ass meeting his thighs as you have your way with him. Yoongi's hands grip his blanket tightly and his eyebrows pinch together, he's so fucking beautiful. Watching him fall apart is beautiful. His head falls back against the pillows only to quickly come back up to watch you. A light sheen of sweat started to form on his exposed, naked skin. His grip leaves the blankets as he leans forward a bit and clutches your hips. He tightens his hold as he helps you bounce just a little faster.  You lean forward just a little bit yourself and let your breasts bounce in his face. Your eyes close with a soft moan as his lips encloses around your hardened nipple, tugging on it slightly with his teeth. 

“Shit, shit…dammit, ’ he curses suddenly, pulling back and flings you off him for the second time. “I don't want to cum yet.”  

Yoongi maneuvers you onto your side as he spoons up behind you. Your bodies pressed completely together. He hitches your top leg up and over his own. His mouth attaches to your neck, his hand that is under you is taking turns in massaging each breast, pulling lightly at each peak makes you breathless. Tilting your head back, he takes his time nipping at your tender skin, leaving small red marks behind. Your hand reaches behind you, and you run it through his hair. His free hand reaches down between your thighs, dipping into your wetness. He doesn't waste any time crooking them just right to hit your spot. 

“You're so beautiful,” he rasps at you. “You're so good to me, baby. Fuck, I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you moan. “Yoongi, shit, shit, shhhiiii…,” you cry out. Your back arches, pushing your ass into him. You can feel the slight grind of his hips, hoping to seek some relief himself.  Your body is buzzing, feeling like you want to burst out of your skin. You never last long with his fingers and he fucking knows it. Your body is writhing against him. His fingers picking up the pace, pumping into you and twisting at a furious pace. You can hear the wetness coming from you and it's making you delirious and it's absolutely delicious when you hear his harsh breaths in your ear.  

“Fuck, fuck,” he growls and pulls his fingers out.  He quickly replaces them with his throbbing cock. Hoisting your leg up with his hand, he thrusts as hard as he can in this position. “Hold your leg up,” he tells you. You grab behind your knee and do what he asks. His hand slaps down on your center and starts rubbing harsh circles on your clit. “You like that don't you? You like it when I fuck you like this.”

“Ye…yes, yes,” you chant. Your body is on fire, and your vision is starting to go hazy. It almost feels like it's too much. 

“Baby, I'm about to fucking cum. Come on, I need you to do it.” he demands, his fingers circling a little more harsher. “Fucking riding me in my studio and now this. You're the best thing to happen to me. Baby, you need to fucking cum on me,” he pants. “I can't hold on much longer.”

“Fuuu….” you scream. Your hand drops your knee and you grab his wrist that is working on your clit. You squeeze it hard. “YOOONNNGIIII!” Those fireworks, the stars, that electric spark, it goes off and your body stiffens in pleasure. You feel yourself start to contract around him. Squeezing him, desperate to make him feel the same overwhelming feeling.  

“That's it, baby. Scream my name.” He moans out, pressing his forehead against your cheek. 

Yoongi's needy hands grab onto you, holding you tighter against him. His hips stuttered and lost the rhythm that he built. Giving you one more powerful thrust, going in as deep as he can, he stiffens. You hear him choke on a gasp and let out a loud, shuddering breath. He buries his face into your neck, harsh, hot breath fanning your skin. You go limp in his arms, both of you trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. You both don't speak, just wanting to bathe in the afterglow. You feel Yoongi slowly pull out of you with a slight hiss. You smile to yourself. He really freaking loves you.

Lying in bed with him is one of your favorite things.  After a shared shower that you desperately needed, you lied there just playing with each other's fingers. Calm, tired, you could feel yourself drifting on the edge of sleep. 

“Baby,” Yoongi whispers, and you hum in response. “I have something else for you.”

“What? Yoongi, no,” you say, sitting up. 

“I didn't buy anything else,” he assured you as he slipped out of bed and left the room for a minute. “The papers that Jimin brought in…”

“Don't remind me,” you say, turning red. 

“He didn't see anything,” he promised.

“We made eye contact,” you remind him. 

“It's fine, I'll hurt him later. Anyway, my new intern, Jungkook. He and I were talking about his school … he dropped this off…for you. I guess his friend Tae is a student advisor for it or something. ” Yoongi told you while handing you a large white envelope. 

Opening it, you see it's for a summer art program for the local college.  This was something you would have died to do, but now you have too much on your plate to even think about going. Not only is it during your working hours but the cost causes your stomach to drop. You smile sadly at it. 

“I can't do this,” you tell him softly. 

“Why?” he asks while sitting next to you on the bed. “Is it the cost? I'll pay for it.” 

“No!” You say it a little too loudly. “I have to work, pay rent, car insurance…”

“Move in here. Your lease is almost up. I…I can help you if you let me.” he promises. 

“What about my job? Just quit and make you support me?” you ask. “I don't want that.”

“No, Namjoon needs help. He is looking to hire someone to take over the books and pay the bills at the studio. Our electricity has been shut off twice now because he lost the bill. He thinks you'll be great. Flexible hours…health insurance. You can even work from home with the program he uses. You could even have your own office there and see me more.” Yoongi explains. “It's good money.” 

“What if you get tired of me?” You ponder out loud. “We haven't been together that long.”

“There is no chance that will ever happen. Besides, I've been taking care of you for years,” Yoongi whispers against your lips, kissing you. 

You look at him, looking at you. He's right. He did take care of you for years…back then. He's pouting, and he knows that you will give into him. He's giving you the chance that you have always dreamt of. He still believed in you. You nod and smile at him, giving into him. You're giving your trust to him. Man, you really love him. 

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My neck is cold baby

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being obsessed is not enough i have to make this my whole personality

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lollipop (3tan) (m) | myg

title: lollipop (m) | part one: summer bbq pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)  series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) | broken (pt. 2) rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after the summer cookout ends, you say goodnight to your brother and his best friend. but the latter just had to have a lollipop in his mouth… and had to make you aware of it hours later.  note: this is part two of the three tangerines drabble summer bbq! undisclosed whether these are in the main storyline or not, so it’s a standalone for now. note 2: also….. hope y'all read this in private :))) hahahah  warnings: yoongi is the biggest warning, but reader almost inches him out here🤭, no joke we may need to form a new line for reader, kissing, hella kissing, a mirror makes an appearance.. 🫣, tense situations, tender moments, lollipop gets its own warning i’m so serious, cocky yoongi lolll explicit warnings: under the cut! drop date: july 22nd, 2024, 7:17pm est word count: 7.3k💀💀💀

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