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Kiss Me More

Pairing: CEO!Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 7,285

Summary: You were 7 when you were arranged to marry the younger son of the Mins. However, when the said son returns home from overseas with a pregnant girlfriend, his older brother steps in and takes his place at the altar. There was only one problem, everyone was scared of him. Including you.

That is, until he walks in unannounced when you're playing with your toy.

Warning: Min Yoongi and his tongue technology, f.masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), voyeurism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotective sex (wrap it up, kids!), dirty talking.

Note: I HAD to write it down and get it out of my system. There was no other way to deal with this.

Masterlist

The Mins and the L/Ns have been family friends for a long time. The friendship solidified further when Y/N's father and Mr. Min started going to school together. After that, it was just the two of them against the world. So, when Mr. Min's younger son, Eunwoo, and you were born only three days apart, it was decided that both of you were to get married.

You didn't have a problem with this decision. Eunwoo was a handsome and well-mannered kid, who grew up to be a heartthrob. He was always the center of attention, constantly being praised for those traits by people. It got especially bad after his 21st birthday, it was like he was all people could talk about.

But Eunwoo has always been a shy kid. Having grown up as friends, he often confided in you about how uncomfortable he felt in the limelight. So you weren't all that surprised when he decided to go out of the country for further studies.

You had been in touch with him for the entirety of the two years when he was away. So, to say you were positively shocked when he returned with a pregnant girlfriend would be an understatement.

Everyone was hysterical. You remember his father threatening to throw him and his girlfriend out. You remember at some point, he had plotted to get rid of his girlfriend entirely. You had never been more scared in your entire life. Because before everything, he was your friend. And although he did betray you by getting together with someone else, you found out you didn't particularly care.

That was when his elder brother, Min Yoongi, stepped in and took charge of things. He got Eunwoo and his girlfriend out of the public eye and settled in whatever part of the country they wanted to give birth in. And even though you revolted profusely against your father's demand that you be married to the heir of the Min Enterprises, it all went to waste when Yoongi agreed to it without any hesitation.

"You were promised a Min, you must get a Min," your father had said.

And that was how you were married to the elder son and Heir of the Min Enterprises, Min Yoongi.

~•~

If anyone had asked you which of the brothers would you rather get married to, you would have said Eunwoo without missing a beat.

That was because he was the kindest, softest, and most sensitive human being out there. He cared about things very deeply and rarely ever did anything to intentionally hurt people. His father always criticized him for it. "You're too soft! You need to learn to be a man!" He would often yell.

But you never saw it as a flaw. In your eyes, it was a virtue only the rarest of angels possessed.

Yoongi, on the other hand, had always intimidated you. Everyone at school was scared of him. He would often get into physical fights. He did not get along with his father at all and had, against his wishes, started working part-time as a delivery boy. He was the complete opposite of the calm Eunwoo. Nobody would ever be able to tell that they were related.

As you all grew up, you started seeing less and less of him around. You later learned that he had moved out of the family house and was living somewhere away from the family mansion. He did end up joining his father in the office. "It's only to make sure Appa retires faster and gets out of our hair," Eunwoo had said jokingly.

If you had thought he was intimidating before, he had turned a hundred times worse after growing up. He was quieter, didn't speak unless it was absolutely necessary and even then his sharp tongue was enough to make anyone cry. His feline eyes always seemed to be staring into your soul.

Not that you would know. Despite being a very prominent part of his brother's life, Min Yoongi had never once looked at you.

Until that day when he announced he would marry you.

You swore you stopped breathing for a second when his intense dark eyes landed on you, staring at you as he announced, "I will marry her."

You had felt things inside that you had never felt before. Your mind filled itself up with images that would make the devil blush. You were thankful when he looked away because you found yourself incapable of doing so yourself.

But that was the only time he had looked at you. You were sure he didn't even look at you when you walked down the aisle for him, not even when you took your place in front of him at the altar, not even when you two said your vows, and not even when the Priest announced that he could kiss the bride.

He didn't. He didn't kiss the bride.

At least not in the way you had wanted to. He just leaned in and kissed your cheek. Everyone thought it was cute, Min Yoongi, the man everyone feared kissing his young and seemingly innocent wife on the cheek.

Except you weren't as innocent as everyone thought. You wanted him to grab your face and kiss the daylights out of you. You wanted him to claim you as his.

You weren't even sure when you started having these feelings for him, but you do know that it made you burn with longingness for him.

But you should have known that you were the only one longing for him, that a cheek on the cheek was all you were going to get. The minute you two reached back to his penthouse, he had all but left you alone after letting you know that the maid would help you settle in. And she did help to settle you—in a different bedroom, the one next to your husband's. She very kindly let you know that you were free to do whatever you wanted, just to never enter your husband's study. Nobody was allowed in there.

You remember thanking her before locking yourself in the room, cursing yourself for wanting a man who wanted nothing to do with you.

~•~

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months but nothing changed between the two of you. The mornings started with you having your breakfast in silence. If you're lucky, he would join you, or else, more often than not, he would be gone by the time you wake up. This morning, however, the two of you happened to wake up at the same time. You tried not to show your surprise when he walked out, already dressed in his suit and pants. "Good morning, sir," the maid said, to which she received a grunt.

Over the time you have stayed with him, you have learned that Min Yoongi was a man of few words. He communicates more through gestures. "Your graduation is next week, isn't it?" He asked you as he read something on his tablet.

"Yes," you said, not at all surprised that he remembered. He knew everything. From your dog's birthday to your admission dates, he remembered everything. He was just perfect like that.

"Is there anything specific you would like for that day?" He asked, still not looking at you.

You, you wanted to say. It wasn't fair. You wished he was an inconsiderate asshole, then at least you could hate him. But no, he had to be kind and sensitive. He just didn't look at you the way you looked at him. You sometimes wished you could still see him as the cold CEO brother of Eunwoo. You sighed, shaking your head.

"How about that trip across Europe you and your friends wanted? The one your friend wouldn't stop talking about when she came over?" You looked at him in surprise. Your friends loved him! They all clearly had the hots for him too and wouldn’t stop throwing themselves over him whenever they could.

God damn it. That was a good one. You could ask him for that. Or you could make the trip with your own, hard-earned money, which wasn't a lot considering you got it off an internship. Yeah, you decided, you would keep your pride. If he couldn't give you himself, then you didn't want anything else from him. "No, I have got it covered."

He nodded. "If you need anything, let me know."

"Yes, sir." You muttered, throwing your plate in the sink. "But even you couldn't give me what I want."

That caught his attention. "Try me," He said.

"Trust me, I want to." You said under your breath, walking away. You thought he didn't hear you. How could he? You said it so quietly.

But he did. You were too busy sulking to notice the way his eyebrows shot up high on his forehead in surprise. He probably heard you wrong. There was no way you would say something like that. Yeah, that was it.

Why would you say something like that? You didn't even like Yoongi. At least that's what he thought. You were such an angel, a sweetheart, who was more fitted to marry someone like his brother. And you would have, had he not fucked up.

He couldn't imagine how heartbroken you must have been when Eunwoo returned with another girl. You two were always joined by the hip growing up. He knew how obsessed Eunwoo was with you. It didn't matter what time of the day it was, if something happened, he had to tell you. He had no idea where this other girl came from.

Yoongi also wasn't oblivious to the fact that you were scared of him. He still remembered how as kids, whenever you would catch sight of him, you would press yourself closer to Eunwoo.

You were fragile. He was not. You guys were clearly not a good pair. If he were to touch you, he knew he would break you. Not that you wanted him to touch you, obviously. You needed someone who would treat you like a princess. Which was probably why you weren't happy in this marriage. Yoongi wanted to give you time to heal from a broken heart. He wanted to be your friend. He knew he might not be what you wanted but he really wanted to try. But he didn't know how to talk to you.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead when his work phone rang. Well, that was a problem for the future him. Right now, duty calls.

~•~

You saw him. And your heart skipped a beat. There he was in his black suit, away from the crowd with flowers in his hands, waiting for you to step down the stage with your degree.

When you woke up in the morning, you were disappointed to know that he was nowhere to be seen. When the maid told you that he had left early for the office, you couldn't help the tears pooling in your eyes. It was the single most important day of your life. Everyone's loved ones were going to be there. Well, everyone but you. Your parents were out of town. Of course, they couldn't be bothered to attend their only daughter's graduation ceremony. You thought maybe Yoongi would attend, for formality's sake. But of course, even he couldn't be bothered.

When Eunwoo called to congratulate you, all he heard were controllable sobs from your end. He felt terrible knowing that you were going to the ceremony on your own.

Was that why he was here? Oh, no. You would be so embarrassed if Yoongi was attending because Eunwoo asked him to.

You carefully stepped down the steps and walked towards your husband. You could see how much attention he drew to himself even when he was standing in the shadows. You hated how every girl was ogling at him and there was nothing you could do about it. It made something burn inside you.

The fire was so intense, that even his small, but the heart-melting smile couldn't put it off. You were blinded by jealousy, which was probably why you didn’t notice your husband staring at you in awe.

Yoongi couldn't believe how breathtaking you looked. He knew you were beautiful but today, you looked just like a princess out of a Disney movie. He couldn't see what type of dress you were wearing because of the ceremony gown you wore, but he could see it was baby blue, your favorite color. Your long hair fell down your shoulders in perfect curls and your face was glowing.

You looked so happy on stage. His heart ached inside his chest when the smile he had come to admire so much fell off your face the minute you saw him. Did you not want him there?

He woke up early and finished all his work so he could spend the rest of the day with you, but not once did he think of asking if you already had plans. He smiled when you walked to him, giving you the flowers he got for you. "Congratulations, Y/N." It took him a minute to realize that you looked different, fierce. Did he do something to make you angry? He tried to think of everything that has happened in the past few days but couldn't think of anything.

“Enjoying the attention, Mr. Min?” You asked. He frowned. Where was that coming from? He noticed you glaring at someone to his right. He followed your eyes to find a young lady staring at him. He turned back to you, not understanding what was upsetting you so much. It wasn’t until you barked at the stranger did it click. “What are you looking at?” You asked the poor girl, looking beyond enraged.

Were you, perhaps, jealous?

A spark of hope lit up in his heart. Maybe you two weren’t entirely lost, maybe you could still make it work? Not if it’s not yours, he wanted to say but found himself unable to do so. And then it was too late.

“Hyung?” He looked to his left and found himself face-to-face with his younger brother. Dressed in a black suit with a baby blue tie, the same shade that matched his wife’s dress, he smiled up at his older brother. “We thought you wouldn’t make it.” He said, putting an arm around his best friend’s waist.

“Why wouldn’t I be at my wife’s graduation ceremony?” Yoongi asked sharply, clenching his jaw when you didn’t push Eunwoo’s arm away. Why were you okay with this? Couldn’t you see how inappropriate this was? You should be wrapped around his arms, not his brother’s. You were his wife. What the fuck was he doing here anyway? Did you call him? Did you think that he wasn’t coming and thought it was the perfect opportunity to invite an ex-flame?

What the fuck was he thinking? This was his brother he was talking about, the one who had a pregnant girlfriend waiting for him. Did she know he was meeting up with the woman he was going to marry? Were you two still talking? Were you still in love with him?

He felt like he was going to burst.

“That’s great, Hyung! Come, join us for dinner.” Eunwoo, who was oblivious to his elder brother’s boiling jealousy, said.

“No,” Yoongi refused, “I just came to congratulate Y/N. I have to go back. There’s a lot of work pending.”

Of course, he did! You thought bitterly. When Eunwoo opened his mouth to protest, you stopped him. “Let him go. He is a busy man and doesn’t have time for such mundane events.” You then turned to him with a fake smile that cut right through his heart, “Thank you, Yoongissi. I appreciate the gesture.”

You might as well have slapped him across the face.

But Yoongi didn’t let it show just how much your coldness affected him. He simply nodded before leaving you to celebrate with the man you probably wanted all along.

~•~

A week went by since the incident. You were still extremely hurt by the fact that Yoongi didn’t even bother to stay after the ceremony. That was how little you meant to him. You placed the bag you got on your bed, blushing when you thought of what was inside. You had gone out with your girlfriends to celebrate the break-up of one of them with their toxic partner. She wanted to end the night by getting everyone little souvenirs in the form of matching vibrators. Why that specifically? “Well, your girl needs something to fill her coochie if she really plans to lay off dick for a while.” She said mischievously. And that was how you ended up with a purple, sparkling vibrator.

But you didn’t want a sparkling bunny vibrator, you wanted your husband’s dick.

You groaned, throwing yourself on the bed. “Why? God, why?” you yelled into your pillow.

“Y/N?” You looked up when you heard his deep husky voice from the door. He was in his pajamas and looked like he had just woken up. “Did you just come home?” He asked, trying to adjust to the bright lights of your room. “Do you know what time it is?”

You rolled your eyes. No, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew it was late. Very late. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know there was a curfew.”

He frowned at your attitude. He couldn’t understand why you were so salty all of a sudden. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be the one who was upset? You were the one who called your ex to your graduation ceremony! But he forgot all about his anger when you stumbled towards him. He caught you before you could meet the floor, realizing that you were probably drunk.

You gasped when you felt his cold hands around you as he held you against his chest. You looked up at his face, wondering what it would be to kiss his soft lips.

Yoongi’s cheeks turned red. There weren’t a lot of things that left him feeling flustered, but your little drunken confession left him fumbling for words. “W-what?”

You blinked. Did you say that out loud?

The corners of his lips turned up as he let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, you did.”

“Well, I do.” You confess, the alcohol in your system turning you braver than you actually were. “I had wanted to kiss you since the day you agreed to marry me.”

He looked at you like you had grown a third head. “What?” He asked.

“I…” you trailed, touching his lips with your fingertips. He leaned closer to your touch, feeling his lips burning under your feather-like touch. “Why don’t you want me?” You asked, feeling an overpowering urge to cry. You pulled away, feeling heavy with dejection.

“I don’t want you? Y/N…” he stopped, reminding himself that you were drunk. You probably didn’t even mean half the things you said. What if you were mistaking him for someone else? His heart probably won’t be able to take it. So, he let it go. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?

You ran to the bathroom to throw out all the money you spent that night. Yoongi followed as well, making sure to hold your hair up and rub your back as you threw out your insides. He stayed to help you clean up after, letting you change into comfortable attire for sleeping in. Well, more like giving the clothes to you and turning away so you could change. He refused to take advantage of your state.

After tucking you in, he had made up his mind that it was time you both needed to have an honest conversation because you two were clearly on different pages. He knew he would probably have to put his heart on the line but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you continue thinking that he didn’t want you.

Just as he was able to leave, he tripped over the bag that had fallen off the bed. All of its content spilled out on the floor. He cursed under his breath, collecting everything and putting it back into the bag. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he picked up the brand-new vibrator.

A couple of indecent images flashed in his mind of you using it. The most prominent one and the one that was making all his blood rush downtown was the one in which you were laying on the bed naked and spread like an eagle. Your hair was spread in beautiful curls under you as you moaned while fucking yourself with the purple toy.

Better yet, he could imagine bending you over as he fucks you. He just knows you'd make the sweetest sounds. Jesus, the things he would do to you.

He let out a string of curses when he felt his member turning hard. How were you able to do absolutely nothing and still turn him on?

He never thought he would be jealous of an inanimate object. What has his life come to?

He sighed, putting the toy back into the bag, before placing it where he had found it. You didn’t need to know he saw that. You would probably be embarrassed.

The damage, however, was done. The image of you fucking yourself with the pretty-looking vibrator was burned into his mind. He bit his lip as he palm himself through the pants. He couldn't stop himself from wondering what you would look like on your knees, what your hands would feel like, how your tongue would feel like. That was it, he was done waiting. He wanted you. The question was, did you want him, too? He didn't know. But he was going to find out.

However, the next day when he woke up, you were nowhere to be seen.

~•~

You peeked inside to check if Yoongi was home. You sighed when you saw his work shoes were gone, along with his trench coat. Great!

It's been a little over a week since you have been avoiding him. You still cannot believe you made a fool of yourself in front of him. Why did you confess? What was wrong with you?

It wouldn't have been so bad had he confessed too. But he didn't. He didn't say anything. He didn't even deny it when you said he didn't want you. You had never felt this hurt before. But you couldn't really blame him. You couldn't help who you get attached to.

You really, really wish he hadn't taken care of you when you got sick. Couldn't he have mercy on you and just let you be? You get it! He wasn't into you. Why would he? He needed a strong, independent woman by his arm, not an amateur like you.

Someone who wore bold colors and looked good in his arms. You observed, frowning at the stupid pastel-colored dress you were wearing. You huffed, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room. You looked so weak and pathetic. No wonder everyone babies you. You sulked as you stared at the baby blue matching set of panties and bra that you were wearing.

You bet the women he was into wore more daring lingerie, the kind that made them look like a predator instead of prey. You had one of those, but it had never seen the light of the day until now. You pulled it out of your wardrobe, running your hand across the see-through satin fabric, wondering what it would feel like against your skin.

Before you knew it, you found yourself putting it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror in awe. The material felt… erotic, on you.

You quickly put on your classic black Christian Louboutin and stared at the woman looking back at you in the mirror. Yep, this was the kind of woman he was into; bold, confident, and wild.

You ran your hand down your breasts, feeling yourself. Closing your eyes, you imagined what his hands would feel like. You flickered your nipples over your bra, imagining his fingers being the ones teasing you instead. You thought about that night and how hard his body felt against you. You wondered how his naked torso would feel against yours.

You felt your wetness starting to drip out of you, staining the satiny material of the thong. You cupped your heat, rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief. Well, it looked like you were going to spend the rest of the day with your hand down your pants. But you knew it wasn't going to be enough. It was never enough. But then you remembered.

The bag!

You pulled it out from under the bed and looked at the sparkly bunny vibrator. You felt another wave of arousal hit you when you turned it on. You knew you were going to have fun with it.

~•~

If there was one thing that was driving Yoongi crazy, it was this invisible wall between the two of you. He couldn't stand it any longer. But you kept making it difficult to talk to you. He wasn't a fool. He knew you were avoiding him. And he was sick of it. If he were to catch hold of you now, then God save you because he wasn't sure what he would do to you.

He was so fucking fed up with chasing after you that he seriously contemplated tying you down in one place. Preferably your bed. With your legs apart. Torturing your sweet pussy to coax confessions out of you.

He stopped when he heard a sound coming from your room. There was a light buzzing, followed by what was unmistakably your moans.

He didn't want to, no, it would be inappropriate but his legs started moving on his own accord till he was in front of your door. It was only half open but he could see you perfectly.

And oh my god, what a sight!

You were wearing nothing but your lingerie, spread out on the bed with your eyes shut. Your mouth was gaping open as you moaned out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. One of your hands was gripping the sheets while the other was busy thrusting the pretty vibrator in and out of your pussy. You hadn’t even gotten rid of your thong, just pushed it to the side. You cried out whenever the small head of the vibrator made contact with your clit.

Yoongi felt like himself growing inside his pants. He felt like a pervert. This was so wrong. This was a private moment. He shouldn't be intruding on it.

Summoning whatever self-control he had, he took a step back. He was about to turn around and walk away when he heard it. "Yoongi…" you gasped out. Did he hear it right? Your eyes were still closed so there was no way you saw him. You were so lost in it, he knew you weren't aware of his presence.

Were you… thinking of him?

"Yoongi, yes…" you said again.

That did it.

All the blood rushed straight to his cock. With all his reasoning lost, he knocked on the door.

You gasped when you heard the knock, struggling to cover yourself with the sheets. Was the maid back? You thought, horrified. What you didn't expect was for the man you were fantasizing about to be leaning against your door frame with his hands crossed in front of him. Your heart stopped beating inside your chest when you caught the very dark look in his eyes. "What are you doing, precious?" He asked.

His deep voice had your pussy clenching around nothing. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to reach for your vibrator again. You gripped the sheet tighter against your chest as your heart pounded violenting inside it. You opened your mouth to say something but the minute he started taking small steps toward you, you found yourself incapable of doing so. Was he mad? He was mad. He looked mad.

He picked up the vibrator that was still buzzing from where you threw it, turning it off. "I asked a question, doll." He said, looking at you again.

You felt all the blood rushing to your cheeks as when you saw your vibrator, still sleek with your juices, in his hand. "I…" you what?

"Were you playing with yourself?" He asked, his fingers sliding up the purple toy, gathering the wetness there, all the while still looking at you.

"Y-yes." You stuttered.

He curved the two wet fingers, asking you to come forward. You did as he said, opening your mouth and taking his digits in, making sure to clean him up with your tongue. His pupils dilated further as you sucked him clean. In a blink of an eye, his fingers were gone. You didn't get time to mourn the loss, however, when he grabbed your jaw and smashed his lips against yours.

You couldn't believe it was finally happening. His soft lips molded perfectly against yours, just like you knew they would. You moaned when he bit your bottom lip, sucking it between his lips before letting go.

He stepped away entirely, leaving you confused. He pulled the chair from the dressing away and turned it around before sitting on it so that he was facing you. "Continue, then." He said.

You looked at him In confusion. "What…?" You asked timidly.

"Show me how you play with yourself."

Your face burned again with shame. You weren't sure if he was being serious or if this was a joke. But one look at his face confirmed that he was, indeed, serious.

You had no idea what possessed you but if this devilishly delicious specimen of a man wanted you to play with yourself, then who were you to resist? You let go of the sheet covering yourself. You were still wearing your bra; and your thong, though ruined, was still very much on you. You saw his eyes following your every move as you undid the bra, letting it fall down your torso. You wanted to blame the cold air for how hard your nipples were but you knew you were fooling no one. Not when your panties were practically soaking with your juices. You wasted no time in taking it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room.

You had to admit, you were a little turned off by how shamelessly your husband was checking you out. You spread your legs wide for him to see just how wet and needy you were. You played with your breasts as your pussy clenched around nothing, tugging and pulling at your nipples. You loved torturing the poor things. One of your hands found itself in between your legs, playing with your clit. You could see the tent in his pants. You loved knowing how affected he was. You did it to him. You turned him on.

A moan slipped past your lips when your fingers found your needy hole. You fucked your fingers in and out of you, imagining them to be his long fingers. You had a fetish for his hands. "Oh, God…" you groaned. "It's not enough…" you whined, looking at the man who looked like he wanted to devour you. But that stubborn man didn't move. "Please…" you begged but he still didn't move. You kept fucking yourself with the fingers. You closed your eyes and cried out in frustration because you wanted more. "Yoongi… please. I want you."

The minute the words left your mouth, you felt your wrist being pushed away from your gaping hole. He grabbed your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed, sitting down so that he was at eye-level with your dripping pussy. "Is that right?" He asked, caressing your inner thighs, and placing a small kiss on them. "you want me?" He further asked, his fingers inching closer to the place you wanted him the most.

"Yes!" You nodded enthusiastically. He smirked at your reaction. Tracing his finger from your clit all the way down to your pussy, he rubbed the wetness all around. You sighed, blissfully, shivering whenever he rubbed your clit. You were feeling so sensitive.

"Is that why you're so wet, baby?" He asked, circling around your opening, driving you insane.

"Yes!" You froze for a couple of seconds, shivering in pleasure when you felt his sinful tongue running from your pussy all the way up to the clit. "Yess, oh god…"

"Hmm, sweet, just like I thought." He said, pushing a single digit inside you, followed by another. "What was my brother doing at your graduation?" He asked casually as he continued pushing his digits in and out of your hole at an agonizingly slow pace.

"What?" You asked, taken completely by surprise. You wiggled your hips, trying to get his fingers in you deeper. You knew he could go deeper. You gasped when he smacked your inner thigh, stilling immediately.

"Behave," he said in that deep voice of his. The vibrations from his voice went straight to your core. "I asked a question." He said, kissing the spot he smacked. The feather-like kisses against the tingling flesh made you groan. He was teasing you. You hated it.

"I thought you weren't coming." You answered.

"So, you decided to call my brother?" He asked, scissoring his fingers inside you.

"No," you whimpered. "He called me to congratulate me. He felt bad that no one was coming so he came along."

"He felt bad, did he?" He asked, sounding surprisingly bitter. "Did he feel bad enough to take you to bed?"

"What?" You asked. "No! I don't even see him like that! He is just a friend."

He scoffed, pushing his fingers deep inside you, curving it upwards to massage a sweet spot there. "Right. A friend you were going to marry."

"Yoongi…" you grabbed the sheets beside you as your whole body tingled with pleasure. "but nothing happened between us. We were always just friends."

"Is that why you looked so cozy in his arms?"

You grabbed his arm which was torturing you. He had pressed his fingers to the roof of your walls and was playing with your clit with his thumb. "Oh, my God, Yoongi stop, I will—" you cried out when he took his fingers out completely and pushed his tongue inside you, caressing and massaging your greedy walls.

He moaned when your pussy clenched around his tongue as he thrust it in and out of your cunt while his thumb played mercilessly with your clit.

Your back arched as the coil inside your stomach broke. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your body, making you shiver uncontrollably. He fucked you with his tongue through your orgasm. Only when he was satisfied did he back away.

He kissed you deeply like he was trying to mark your soul. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you didn't mind at all. You moaned when he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him in closer, making him moan.

He pulled away, kissing down your jaw, biting it teasingly. His dark pants had a wet spot on the crotch area because of how much pre-cum he was leaking. That was the hottest thing he had seen in his entire life. He groaned, burying his face in your neck when you rubbed yourself against his dick.

"You're jealous," you said, smiling at him teasingly.

His heart flipped around inside his chest happily. He made you smile. You were smiling at him. Then he narrowed his eyes when he remembered what you said. "Of course, I'm jealous." He said, "You're mine."

You felt yourself getting wet again when he bit a sweet spot on your neck, moaning out his name. "Then why don't you claim me?" You asked, feeling sad all of a sudden. "You wouldn't even look at me!"

"I was giving you space, baby." He said, kissing down your neck. "But now I know that was a mistake." He said, his arms finding your breasts, cupping them.

You sighed in contentment when he did that. God knows how much they were craving attention. "God, you're beautiful." He whispered before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the hard bud. "I'm always looking at you, princess. You just don't see me look away." He confessed, biting it before suckling on it.

Your head spun with his confession and the various sensations he was subjecting you to. He chuckled when you tried to say something but it made absolutely no sense. He released the nipple to go torture the other one. "What was that, baby?" He asked.

"Want you." You repeated.

"Yeah?" He asked, cooing at the way your lips jutted out to form a pout. "Want me? Is that why you were fucking yourself, precious?" He asked, tugging at your nipples with his fingers. You whimpered, nodding your head. He bit his lips. He was starting to lose control. You looked so fucking corruptible. "Were you thinking of my brother as you pushed the toy inside you? Huh?"

"No!" You whined, tugging at his hair to meet his eyes, annoyed that he was bringing him up again. He smiled at how adorable you were. Maybe he should make you mad more often. "I was thinking of you." You admitted.

He wanted to hear you say that all day every day. "Yeah? What were you thinking about?" He asked, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall.

You traced his abdomen, enjoying the feeling of his hard skin under your fingers. "I fantasized about licking your chest." You said. He smirked, pushing your hand away gently before undoing his belt. "I also thought of sucking your cock." He closed his eyes and swore when he felt his dick twitch. Who would've thought an angel like you had just a dirty mouth? He kicked his pants off as you continue, "I also thought about you bending me over on the dining table in the morning and just fucking me." He bit his lip, rubbing his painfully hard dick over the boxers. He has thought about that too. He quickly got rid of the underwear.

He watched your eyes darkening when you looked at his member. You licked your lips as he stroked himself slowly, watching you as he did so. "I thought about you fucking me in the living room, balcony, shower, car, bedroom, every fucking surface, and against every wall in the house." You continued as he climbed back onto the bed again, taking place between your legs.

"Is that so?" He asked, rubbing his tip against your pussy. You moaned, reaching for him. He leaned down to kiss your mouth. "You sound like you're a slut for me, baby. Is that what you want to be? Huh?"

"Yes, I want to be your cumdump. I want you to fuck me and cum in me whenever you want. I want to be yours. Just yours."

He groaned, flipping you on your stomach. His hand found its way to your throat, not gripping just resting there as he pushed his entire length inside you. You both moaned together at the feeling. "Fuck, you're tight."

You clenched even more around him, loving how he filled you up. He spanked your ass. "Don't tease me, baby. I've reached my limit with you." He warned, biting your ear.

"Then teach me a lesson." You said, clenching yourself around him again, making him groan again.

"If that's what you want, my love." He said in your ear. That was all the warning you got before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside you, causing you to jolt forward from the impact. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked, slamming himself again and again into you.

You cried out into your pillow, unable to find the words to tell him just how much you were loving it. The hand on your throat pulled you towards him till your back was arched against his chest, spanking your ass again. You moaned, wiggling against him. "I asked a question, love." He asked again, still fucking you deeply.

"Yes!" You screamed. "This is what I wanted, oh fuck!"

He let go of you, letting you fall on the bed again as he gripped your hips and thrust his cock inside you at a pace that had you screaming into your pillow. "Shit, you're so fucking tight."

He put one of his legs around you. Your legs shook from how deep he was thrusting inside you. His hand found your throat again as he growled, "You're mine. Only mine."

"Yes!" You agreed, enjoying the slight pressure he was applying on it. "I'm yours. Only yours!"

"I'm not sharing you with anyone." He said, pulling your face back to plant a kiss on your lips, "not even my brother. Understood?"

"Yeah," You sobbed breathlessly, whimpering under him as he squeezed a little harder.

"No more running away, you get it?" He said, biting your shoulders as he continued pistoling his manhood inside you.

"Yes!" You managed to say.

"And no more toys without me," he said, his other hand reaching down to pinch your clit, "Only I get to play with you."

You nodded your head, not really hearing him at this point. The way he was fucking into you, along with his fingers on your clit and the way he squeezed your throat were all too much for you. The coil inside your stomach was tightening again. Your mind went blank due to all the sensations. He groaned when he felt your walls tightening around him. "Cum for me, baby." He said.

You screamed his name the moment he let go of your neck and your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, leaving you a shaking mess underneath him. It was the kind that had you seeing stars in broad daylight/

"Fuck," he cursed, his thrusts stuttering as he chased his own release. You craned your neck and kissed him when you felt him shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside you, painting your insides white. He moaned into your mouth, thrusting into your pussy till the end.

You turned around in his arms, luring him to lay beside you. You put your head on his chest. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "Stay like this for a little while." You pleaded.

He kissed the top of your head. "I'll stay like this for as long as you want."

You smiled, feeling your eyes burning. He looked at you when he felt something wet and warm against his chest. He took your face in his palms, looking at you in concern. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? I swear, Y/N! You should have said something, let me see! Where does it hurt?"

You chuckled at his concern. "I'm fine."

He frowned. "Then why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"

"I thought you didn't want me."

He looked at you like you had grown a third head. He then chuckled softly, kissing your nose before confessing, "I thought you didn't want me, too."

"Well, we are idiots." You said.

You fell into a comfortable silence, until he suddenly said, "We are doing it in the bathroom next."

"Stop—" you protested as your own words came back to you, making him chuckle in delight.

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the third time's the charm

summary: ushijima never knew what love felt like — not until you stepped into his life in his senior year of high school.

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x f! first year! reader

genre(s): fluff, ushijima being a himbo hehe

wc: 2387

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high school, it seemed, was the time where everyone started falling in love.

it was a commonplace to see people watching their special someone with focused and loving eyes. it was not rare to see people confessing to their secret crushes after school, in the courtyard, under a tree, or somewhere private. it was also not surprising to see people get into relationships which may or may not last past graduation, or the massacre of love when their feelings are unrequited.

it was not any different in shiratorizawa.

ushijima wakatoshi, the stoic-faced star of the boys' volleyball team, was one of the soughtly chased after males in the school. he would find confession letters in his shoe cubby every morning when he arrived at school from the dorms, and after school when he swapped his indoor shoes for his regular ones. he would receive chocolates on valentine's day, and he would have to reject his suitors. he would also be pulled away from his friends during breaks to receive confessions, to which he would also have to turn them down, because he simply was not interested.

however, everything changed when he entered his third year, on the very first day of the first term.

shiratorizawa had a tradition of gathering everyone in the main hall to welcome the freshmen into the school. for the subequent week, activities would be held for the freshmen to help them settle in and adapt to their new high school life. this week was known as orientation week.

on this first day of this orientation week, ushijima was walking past the main gates (since the dorm was close to it) and heading towards the main building, when someone interrupted him with a confident yet rather unsure "um, excuse me."

ushijima's head turned to meet the owner of the voice. a girl stood at the gate, a map in her hands. her hair was left untied and hung past her ears, her curious eyes staring into his. her skin basked in the gentle morning sunlight, giving her a effortless warm glow. she wore shiratorizawa's female uniform: a pristine white blazer wrapped around her frame, a violet bow tied neatly round her neck, and a matching checkered skirt reaching her knees.

a freshman, was his first thought, then his brain proceeded to add, she's kinda—

"uh, sorry to bother you, but could you help me?" the girl's voice pulled him out of his morning daze.

"sure," he said, walking towards her, "what can i help you with?"

"i'm having trouble finding the hall," she said, casting her gaze down to the map, "it — the map got a little confusing."

usually, freshmen would just follow the crowd and get into the hall just fine. however, it was seven in the morning and the assembly did not start until an hour later.

"here, i'll show you the way," ushijima said, nodding at her and proceeding to lead the way.

they first headed to the main building, where the shoe cubbies would greet them. he helped the girl find her cubby, to which she quickly swapped her shoes out with the indoor ones. once both of them had their respective indoor shoes on, ushijima then led her to the main hall.

it was huge and impressive, as expected of shiratorizawa. it had a high wooden ceiling and had two floors. the lights gave a nice warm ambience, but not a far too cozy one, lest it made students fall asleep in the velvet chairs. a seating plan was flashed across the pull-down screen, and indicated that the freshmen were to be seated on the ground level. some freshmen were already present, with some curious gazes from students seated on the ground floor.

"thank you for your help," the girl said and did a little bow, bending over just a little.

"you're most welcome," ushijima said somewhat monotonously, "and welcome to shiratorizawa."

he expected that to be the end of their interaction. however, they bumped into each other later that same week during the carnival.

within the same week, a huge carnival would be held to showcase all the clubs the school had, which the first years were free to choose to join one, or a few, or maybe even none.

the carnival itself was bustling with activity: balloons were strung almost everywhere, especially so over at the drama club's booth. seniors were walking around with freebies such as wrapped sweets, handmade bookmarks, and small bouqets of baby breath flowers, all while trying to drag clueless freshmen to their booths. music-related clubs displayed some instruments such as flutes, trumpets, triangles, and cellos, while the sports clubs let freshmen have a go and try the sport out while winning weird prizes.

ushijima was being forced to walk around by tendou since he was a magnet for the ladies (they needed a manager) and hand out small freebies ("bribes, essentially," semi had commented, dumping a small basket containing the gifts in their captain's hands, "that is, if you don't scare anyone away."), when he saw a girl trip over and drop the papers in her hands. the unhelpful crowd just walked around the scene, like water going round an obstructive rock. he immediately went over and got down on one knee, placing the basket onto the ground and picking up the papers. it was not until he handed his small stack to the student that he realised it was the same girl that he helped on the very first day.

"oh, it's you," he said, handing her the papers.

they both stood up and she dusted the small particles of dirt off her skirt as he picked the basket up. she clutched the small stack of papers and the freebies in her hands and smiled a little uncertainly at the much taller male, who was towering over her.

"ah, hello," she said, bowing slightly at the waist again, "you're a senior?"

he nodded, causing the girl to widen her eyes momentarily and add on a little quickly, "i apologise for being too casual with you."

"not at all," ushijima shook his head and waved her apology off, then remembered the basket he was holding and reached into it, "not to be a bother, but have you thought of being a manager?"

her eyebrows furrowed, "a manager?"

"i'm from the boys' volleyball club, and we're in need of a manager," he said, handing her a candy (since all the boys were hopeless and handicrafts so they could not ride on making bookmarks) which had a little piece of paper on it reading 'boys' volleyball club'.

"oh," she said, accepting the candy out of politeness, "well, i've never been a manager before, actually, and i'm not interested either, to be honest."

"ah," ushijima simply nodded, "that's okay."

awkward silence filled the air between the two just as the girl's friends called for her down the hallway. she waved back before turning her attention back to ushijima, saying, "i guess i'll see you around?"

he nodded briefly, "i'll see you around."

she waved him goodbye, albeit a little awkwardly, before walking off to regroup with her friends. ushijima watched the group — specifically, her — walk off, the group of girls chattering among themselves and looking down at the little map the orientation group leaders had given them.

suddenly, someone slung their arm around the tall ace, causing him to look over his shoulder. it was tendou, smiling suspiciously at him with a single eyebrow raised.

"who was that, wakatoshi-kun?" he asked, eyeing him as the glint in his eye only seemed to grow.

"that was a freshmen i helped on the very first day," ushijima explained, "she was lost that day."

"just a freshman?" tendou pressed on, still eyeing ushijima suspiciously.

"just a freshman."

"hm, i could've sworn you had stars in your eyes when you looked at her," tendou let go of ushijima and stood next to him, arms on his hips.

"sorry?"

"you know, you're not someone who pays much attention to anyone," tendou mused, tilting his head to his right just a little bit, seemingly ignoring the taller's confusion, "but it seems like you've found someone that catches your attention."

"i beg your pardon?" ushijima was confused by his best friend spouting what seemed like a random thought that popped in his head and clearly was not following at all.

"so this is your second time bumping into her?" the redhead asked.

ushijima nodded, looking into the basket to see how much candy he had left to give away.

"let me tell you this, wakatoshi-kun. maybe it'll do you some good," tendou was smiling again, but it was a mischievous one, then leaned in close to the taller brunette, "the third time's the charm."

he gave a pat on ushijima's back before skipping off, humming a tune under his breath. ushijima watched him go, the confusion still running in his veins. sometimes, he never knew or understood what ran through his friend's mind, and it really baffled him.

though, he would soon find out what he meant.

after orientation week, he never saw that girl ever again. he did not bother why it was so, but he had a secret desire to see her again. not because he helped her, or what tendou had said, but maybe because of something else. maybe it was related to what his brain had almost verbalised in his head that day.

ushijima did not know where to look, anyway. he could not just go searching at nowhere. all he knew was that she was a freshman. even when he asked the new first years if they had such a girl in their classes, they all shook their heads.

it was not long until the first term's exams were round the corner. shiratorizawa was notorious not only for their sports teams and band club, but also their academics. usually, if a student was not granted a scholarship to join their famous clubs, they were most likely bright kids who got in fair and square based on their report cards that were filled with straight a's. even so, academics were still important for those on scholarships and they had to work hard and study as well. students would lock themselves up in their dorms, studying into the wee hours of the night, or waking up in the middle of the night to study. some liked to hole themselves up in the library to study until the closing time, and the librarian would chase them out. others liked to find the secret quiet spots within campus to study, sometimes falling asleep right in the open and not returning to their dorms.

ushijima liked to go to the library to study, mainly because it was quiet. there were various spots to study in the library, and one was free to pick and choose where they would like to sit and study. ushijima liked going to the second floor of the library, just because it gave a nice view of the sunset. so imagine his pleasant surprise when he saw a familiar girl sitting near the big windows!

"ah, it's you again," he said, his eyebrows raised in recognition.

the girl lifted her head to meet the older's gaze. she lifted the corners of her lips to a small smile and raised a hand in greeting. with a little hesitation, ushijima pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

"how's your revision going?" he asked, casting down his gaze onto her study materials. school notes and official government-approved textbooks were opened, with highlighted texts on the papers as well as messy scrawls of notes scribbled on the margins. her pencil case was opened, spilling highlighters and pens out of its mouth. with a quick glance at the contents of her notes, he could tell that her materials were for the advanced classes.

"slowly, but i hope to see some progress," she said with a slight hum, running a hand through her ponytail which sat neatly on her head.

"which club did you end up joining?" he asked suddenly, then added just as quickly, "i apologise if that sounded weird, i'm just curious."

"i joined the string orchestra," she answered, capping a highlighter in the process, "i'm currently playing violin."

"nice," he murmured, nodding his head gently.

there was a pause as she switched her phone on to view the time, to which she widened her eyes, "shoot, i'm going to be late."

hastily, she shoved her materials into her bag and swung it over her shoulder so quickly, ushijima feared the strap may give way. however, the bag was still intact, much to his relief.

she smiled again at him and gave a little bow, preparing to take her leave.

just as she was about to turn and walk away, he stopped her, "sorry, hold on a minute."

she turned around and met his gaze with a raised eyebrow, "yes, ushijima-senpai?"

so she knows my name.

"w-what's your name?" he asked, trying to not make himself sound stupid and less of a potential creep.

there was a small beat of hesitation before she parted her lips again, "[l/n] [f/n]."

another short pause, then she added, "i have to get going now, but it was nice meeting you again, ushijima-senpai. see you around."

she quickly turned on her heel and left, walking down the stairs, and ushijima watched her go.

let me tell you this, wakatoshi-kun. maybe it'll do you some good, tendou's words from a while back rang in his head, the third time's the charm.

it took him a while, but a lightbulb could have just lit up over his head, so that's what he meant. he was talking about fate.

there was this saying — an old wives' tale, if you will — that if you meet someone three times, you and that person are destined to be together. most people liked to call such occurences fate and coined it to be a romantic one, that these two people would be soulmates.

a small gentle smile spread across his normally stoic features and a soft chuckle resonated from his throat as he took his own revision materials out of his bag.

perhaps this is what it feels like: love.

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