“He is at peace when he is with you.”
Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, established relationship!AU
Warnings: switch!Yoongi, switch!Reader, shameless flirting, dirty talk but it’s Yoongi so this just hits right, domestic talk, he has the biggest heart eyes for her :(, and she has just as big of heart eyes for him :(, oral (f. & m.receiving), 69ning, major biting kink, he wants her to bite his dick :-), discussion of safeword, hair pulling for him, Yoongi is a lil feral at some points, he breaks the bed :-), then eats her out on a windowsill and fucks her against a wall, strength kink, creampies, finger sucking, multiple orgasms (m. & f.recieving), multiple rounds, this goes so hard and yet is so soft, insecurities which come with undressing, this is legit just two people having found their second half and now wanting to experience the other as intensely as possible, hugging and slow touching and slow kissing, dude idk I can’t describe it but it’s just- Yoongi lets her in so goddamn deep and it’s so intimate and sweet, he may be really scared of it but he does it for her and learns that she cherishes him so much, then they finally have their night of immense pleasure, *cries*
Wordcount: 16.9k
a/n: This is them on the night Yoongi had to leave. In theory you can see this as chapter 41 of the mainstory or maybe like a secret ending? I wanted to give it its own header because I saw that picture & it reminded me of SA!Yoongi, so I needed to include it in something. Also I have to say that whenever I listen to Girl of My Dreams I think of SA!Yoongi, so the titel is inspired by my fave lyrics of the song 💗
There are those moments in one's life. Those moments when time has no meaning and the purpose of being here is finally so clear. They are precious, those moments. They are rare and feel too short when you live through them but stay in one's memories vividly. It is a phenomenon. It really is, just how cruel life can be. The moments one wants to live in forever pass in a fleeting, while the moments one wants to cease existing pass excruciatingly slowly.
This wasn’t such a moment. It was a beautiful moment and yet it doesn’t feel as if it will ever end. And such moments are rare.
It is just you and him. And the setting sun shining into your little motel room. The sheets were already ruffled and the air smelled of sweetness. It was warm on your skin. Your clothes laid beside you on the bed. As do Yoongi’s pants.
Not his shirt however.
"Princess, wait", he says and makes you lift your head from his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" you ask and Yoongi answers you by lifting you off his lap and setting you down on the mattress.
He scoots back.
He stares.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
"Okay", he whispers to himself and then moves.
Yoongi pulls the shirt over his head, throwing it on the mattress.
He sits.
He sits and stares.
He sits and stares and tenses in discomfort.
And you stare. You stare at him in silence and with your lips parted in surprise.
This is it, he thinks, he is goddamn bared and it’s going to kill him. You'll tell him how you expected more, how you thought all vampires had chiseled muscles and toned stomachs. You'll tell him that you expected better from a Creator. Any second now and you will tell him just how anticlimactic this moment is and he will regret ever letting you in so deeply.
But weirdly enough, it doesn’t come. You don’t say anything, you just look. You reach out for him, placing your fingers on his bare chest.
He tenses even more, turning his head to the side before lowering it in shame.
You exhale shakily, running your fingers down his torso to feel his stomach.
"Yoongi this is…"
Yoongi lowers his eyes as well, balling his hands to fists.
Here it comes.
The disappointment.
"...you look even better than I had imagined you to look."
He almost pulls a muscle from just how aggressively he lifted his head. He gawks, unable to form any words except for one very squeaky sound of surprise.
You are smiling, eyes focused on his torso and following the patterns your fingers draw.
"Like touching moonlight", you whisper, tracing his collarbones.
Yoongi feels lost for words. So you don’t…hate it?
You smile.
"You're so beautiful", you whisper.
Closeness. You seek it, finding it by wrapping your arms around him and allowing your bare chest to melt with his'.
Yoongi gasps, shuddering in a whimper. His hands, once tensed in nervousness, land on your sides after his arms close around you oh so incredibly tightly.
He feels so vulnerable and yet entirely at peace. Naked skin against naked skin. He can’t remember the last time he hugged someone in such ways. Maybe he never actually did.
"Thank you, Yoongi", you whisper, "I will cherish the view of you as if it was my greatest treasure."
Yoongi lets out a sound, exhaling through his mouth and shedding a billion pounds of burdens with it.
He closes his arms around you in a squeeze, burying his face in the crook of your neck just to inhale your sweetness. He does so until his head is dizzy and his veins are filled with nothing but you.
This is what he runs on now.
You.
Your warmth.
Your soft skin.
Your sweet scent.
Your safe embrace.
You are now the only thing keeping him alive.
“What do you think of this?” you ask him.
“I’m naked”, he whispers.
“I know”, you smile, “Yoongi you feel so good when you’re so close to me.”
“Fuck princess”, he croaks, hugging you tighter, “I’m actually fucking naked.”
“It’s so nice”, you sigh, kissing his neck, “you’re so warm.”
Yoongi whimpers and tilts his head back. His eyes are glassy, racing over your features.
“You’re perfect”, he whispers, cupping your cheek, “my princess.”
You smile and scoot closer, “you’re perfect too”, you breathe, falling back into the embrace.
You stay like this for a long time, sharing silence. It feels like magic. It truly does. Being embraced by Yoongi and feeling his skin against your own for such a long time makes you fall in love with him even deeper. So much. You feel so much and for the first time it doesn’t overwhelm you. It simply makes you feel eternal.
It is you who puts some distance between you and him. Not because you wanted to escape the hug, but because you wanted to look at him again. Truly, you are so obsessed with his body.
Yoongi doesn’t let you, however, squeezing you against him.
"Not yet", he mumbles.
It makes you giggle, "okay, not yet" and then you sigh as Yoongi’s lips begin moving against your neck.
Kisses, soft and producing the smallest of sounds.
Sucks, lazy and leaving tingles in their wake.
Licks, just the tip of his tongue and meant to be barely there.
It is almost as if he is doing it mindlessly, but you know better. Every movement is done with intent and care. This is a conscious act. An act of adoration and love. An act laced by the tranquillity only this kind of hug can bring out of him. And an act soaked by intimacy only hard-earned trust can bring.
You close your eyes and smile. Your fingers begin dancing up and down his back. Your fingertips first until you decide to dance your nails over his skin instead.
His lips falter, a shaky breath swirls over your skin. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, a shiver of his limbs follows.
Then a purr. Quietly, barely there. You feel it more than you hear it.
"Oh Yoongi", you whisper.
He sighs, tilting his head so he could suck on the spot right underneath your jawline. It starts off as a kiss, becomes a soft suck and ends with a tender lick of his tongue. He repeats it until every inch of your jawline is tingling in the memory of the sensation.
It is such a nice memory, one that will stay with you in the months of distance and keep you warm while making you ache for his quick return.
"Yoongi, I'll miss you so much", you whisper.
"I'll miss you too", he breathes, allowing his lips to brush against your ear. He sighs as he begins kissing it, making sure that you will shiver with each touch of lips.
"You'll try to be quick, won’t you?"
"I would speed up time if I could."
"Good, that’s good."
"Mh-hm."
You sigh, tilting your head to the side to allow Yoongi better access. He takes it happily, using his teeth to tickle you in a gentle bite.
It makes you giggle and for your fingers to falter in their scratches.
Yoongi does it again. He bites the spot where your jawline meets your ear, sending electric tingles through your veins.
You giggle again, squirming slightly.
He bites your ear next, doing it with such care that your giggles are replaced by a soft moan. Your fingers twitch on his back, you press yourself closer.
"My princess", he whispers, nuzzling his nose against you, "my only princess", he sighs, giving your middle a tender squeeze. It makes your chests melt with each other and your stomachs touch most wonderfully, "my ___."
You don’t know what exactly triggered it, but you tear up.
"Oh god", you press out and laugh in embarrassment, "Yoongi stop, I’m crying."
He lifts his head, inspecting your teary eyes with worry.
"Don't cry."
"I can't help it, I’m too emotional. God", you chuckle in order not to sob, wiping your tears away with the help of his shoulder, "I'm so dramatic."
He smiles softly, resting his cheek against your head.
"You kind of are."
"Hey."
"But I don’t mind, you help me be okay with my emotions."
"Aw Yoongi, noo now I’m going to cry again."
He laughs softly, craning his neck to kiss your temple.
"Don't cry. Not tonight."
"Mhm I'm trying", you say, sniffling dramatically.
He chuckles softly, lifting his head. It makes you lift your head as well.
Your eyes meet. Yoongi is the first one to smile, doing so with his head tilting to the side slightly.
"Stop looking like that", you whisper.
"What do you mean?"
"Just…it's just that you are so beautiful and it’s making me obsessed."
He widens his eyes before scrunching his nose up and making his eyes into little slits.
"Stop saying that", he whines.
You giggle, hooking your arms behind his head.
"I told you, I'll compliment you constantly. I have to do some in advance for the next few months."
"Stop."
You smile and shake your head. Yoongi pouts, only making your smile grow.
He picks you up and lies you down on the mattress quickly, eliciting a squeak of surprise from you. Within seconds he is on top of you, skin against skin and arms cradling you.
"Don't make me have to stop you", he whispers with his eyes sparkling boyishly.
"Yeah? How'd you stop me? Pretty prince" you taunt, tracing his pecs mindlessly.
"I mean…I…", he flusters, blinking rapidly.
You grin and in one swift movement you used one of your fighting tricks against him. Now he is the one on his back with his arms pinned down and his hair a complete mess. He blinks, looking completely out of it for a good second. He gains back control quickly, eyes focusing on you.
"What the hell, princess?" he gasps, parting his lips in surprise.
"I've got you now", you whisper, caressing his wrists with eager fingers.
Yoongi sneaks a glance down at your naked breasts before looking back at your face.
"I didn’t even know you had it in you", he says, voice raspy in excitement.
You grin playfully, "maybe I had a good teacher."
"Hah", he lets out and widens his eyes almost cutely.
It makes you giggle and give his wrists a soft squeeze. Then you let your eyes flit down, basking in the view of his body.
"Wow Yoongi", you whisper.
"Stop staring", he whispers, squirming in discomfort.
"But you're so beautiful. I want to look at you", you give him a cute pout.
It flusters him and he ends up just kind of fluttering his lashes at you.
"Mhm", you say and look back at his torso.
Your fingers abandon his wrists, walking down his arms slowly. They leave goosebumps in their wake.
You touch his collarbones next, tracing them with your fingertips.
Yoongi has his eyes glued to your face, carrying a certain readiness to fight in them. Not because he wants to fight you, but because his reflexes are on high alert. Truly, everything inside of him screams at him to push you off and run away because to his brain this right here was a dangerous situation, something that could get him hurt.
"So beautiful", you whisper, outlining his sternum. Just two of your fingers before the rest of them joins and feels up his pecs.
Yoongi lowers his arms and reaches for you. His fingers rest themselves on your waist, squeezing it tightly.
Your eyes flit up, meeting his'.
"Don't be scared. You’re in safe hands."
"I'm not scared", he lies.
"Okay", you say and give him a knowing smile, "doesn’t matter, I’m still here to cherish you."
He snorts, having to chuckle in disbelief afterwards.
"Don't laugh, I’m serious."
He chuckles harder, shaking his head. You furrow your brows. He isn’t supposed to deny himself such beauty. With determination in your heart, you lower yourself, pressing a kiss to his sternum.
His chuckle cuts off abruptly. His back arches. He sucks in air through his teeth before releasing it in a soft "oh".
"So nice", you sigh, littering his chest in kisses and touches, "I'm obsessed, so obsessed."
Yoongi squirms and scrunches his nose up in disgust. He is not disgusted by you or what you are doing. As a matter of fact, it feels fucking incredible. But Yoongi isn’t used to it. He isn’t used to being naked with someone and isn’t used to lying still and letting someone touch him. It is that unfamiliarity which disgusts him and the burdening pressure of fear in his stomach which comes with it.
Truly, Yoongi wants to flee. He wants to grab you and throw you off of him and then cover himself in six layers of clothing just so you can never ever reach his skin again.
Your lips close around his nipple.
Yoongi makes a sound which can only be described as a throaty groan, his widened eyes are focused on the ceiling, racing left and right. You feel wet and most of all so incredibly warm. Yoongi has to gasp for air. This is so weird. He can’t decide if he likes it or not.
You suck on his nipple one last time before finally letting your tongue roll over it slowly. Your fingers are dancing up and down his chest and collarbones as you do. Yoongi feels the sensations everywhere and it forces him to ball his hands to fists and for his brows to furrow.
One last suck and you lift your lips in a soft moan. His nipple tingles in the cold air. Yoongi can feel every second of the reaction, having to bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from cursing.
"You're beautiful", you whisper, taking his other nipple between your lips. You suck him with soft sounds of pleasure.
Yoongi kicks his legs and tenses his arms. It is an automatic reaction and the product of his reflexes finally kicking in.
"No", he presses out and pushes you away. He sits up quickly, hands falling to his chest.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't want this. I, I can’t do this."
"Oh? Uhm..okay?" you study him from head to toe, carrying worry in your eyes, "do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I just want you to leave", he spits.
It doesn’t hurt you. You know Yoongi. You have spent enough time with him to know how he acts when he realises that he is losing himself to a situation.
You reach out and caress his arm. Yoongi flinches but doesn’t move away afterwards.
"Do you want to do something else?" you suggest.
"No, I- no, I don’t. I don’t-" he exhales shakily, "fuck", he presses out, hiding his face behind his hands, "fuck", he carries much more emotion in his voice than before.
You take his hands and pull them around your middle, sitting down on his lap.
Yoongi blinks and parts his lips.
"Should I get your shirt?" you ask in a soft voice.
Yoongi furrows his brows and tenses his thighs.
"Okay, look", you say, reaching for his shirt. You drape it over his torso, making sure he is covered, "how's that?"
"I don't know", he whispers, eyes softening.
"It must be really scary for you right now. It’s not like you can get over how it makes you feel when you are naked. But it’s okay, you can trust me. I know how you feel and it’s okay."
Yoongi exhales shakily, furrowing his brows.
“It’s okay”, you assure him, cupping his cheek, “I think you are really handsome with or without your shirt on.”
“Fuck, princess”, he presses out, lowering his eyes, “I feel like a fucking idiot.”
“You’re not. You’re just not used to undressing with someone. Am I right?”
He nods his head.
“That’s alright. I wasn’t really used to it either before I met you guys, so I really understand how scary it can be. I mean, you are literally getting naked. That’s a state you don’t share with the public. And to top it all of you don’t even have the safety of fabric around you, which just adds another layer of scary to it.”
“Yes”, he whispers.
“Well, if you ask me, you are really brave.”
He lifts his head, furrowing his brows in confusion.
“You tried it and decided that it’s not for you. That takes a lot of courage”, you give him a sweet smile, “and you are admitting how you feel. I think that’s really great of you too.”
Yoongi hugs you. He wraps his arms around your middle and presses you against him so his face would be buried in your chest and his stomach would be pressed against your crotch.
You gasp in surprise, but wrap your arms around him instantly, pressing a big smooch on the crown of his head.
“How are you so good at that?” his voice is muffled by your chest.
“At what?”
“Just…knowing what to say and feelings.”
“I guess, I just had lots of practice.”
“I don’t know how to do anything. I thought pretending was practice enough, but it wasn’t. I'm so clueless and it’s really difficult."
“Hey, that’s totally okay. That’s what I’m here for. You taught me how to fight and I’ll teach you how to feel.”
Yoongi laughs, snaking his arms around you. They lay safely on your back, warm and oh so strong. His fingers come to rest on the nape of your neck, his face snuggles into your chest.
“Holy fuck princess, I never want to let you go”, he confesses, having to chuckle in disbelief afterwards.
“Then don’t”, your whisper, kissing his hair, “at least you won’t leave like this.”
He laughs, but sighs sadly afterwards.
“You seriously have to promise me that you will be quick”, you murmur, squishing your cheek on top of his head and pouting sadly.
“I will try.”
“Mh-hm good”, you kiss his head then nuzzle, “I also hope your hair grows so I can cut it.”
“No”, he laughs, lifting his head, “I told you, you are not getting near my hair.”
“Yoongi”, you whine and pout, “please, I bet it would be so cute and romantic.”
He rolls his eyes, “this won’t work on me. What if you mess up? Then what? It won’t be romantic anymore.”
You give him a cute pout, fluttering your lashes at him.
“No, princess.”
“Please Yoongi.”
“No”, he laughs as he says the word.
“Please?”
He shakes his head, beaming up at you.
“Please, please?”
He purrs seductively, lying you down on the mattress wherever your bodies fall naturally. Heads face the right edge of the bed and feet punch up the motel pillows. The position isn’t important right now, not when the only thing that matters is you and him. It does leave you breathless, because Yoongi showing you a glimpse of his true strength will always leave you breathless.
"Why do you always have to bargain with me?" he says, letting his eyes race over your features obsessively.
"Maybe I like it", you say, touching his shoulders. They are bared again, just like the rest of his torso which got exposed in your little ruffle of limbs. Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind for now, too busy with gazing at you.
"You like it? You like pressing my buttons? Is that it?"
"Maybe", you grin, "or maybe I just like getting you there in the end. Don’t deny it Yoongi, you know I'll make you cave in eventually."
The right corner of his lips curls into an amused smirk, his fingers begin tracing your features.
"Or maybe I let you believe that you do when in reality I just like to watch you try out your sweet, little tricks."
"Dear", you fluster just slightly, making Yoongi chuckle lazily.
He leans down, stubbing the tip of your nose with his own.
"You're so adorable", he whispers before placing a soft kiss on your jawline.
You gasp and sigh, wanting to melt into the sensation, but stopping yourself at the last moment.
"Wait Yoongi."
"What's wrong?" he asks, letting his lips hover above your skin as he waits for your consent to continue.
"You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to."
"I do", he assures you, "just let me do what I'm good at."
So Yoongi wants this to happen. He wants to please instead of being pleased. And if that is truly what he needs to feel comfortable then you are happy to give it to him.
"Yes, okay. You can do whatever you want", you allow him.
"Mhm princess", he whispers, finally connecting his lips with your neck.
He kisses it thoroughly, making sure that it tingles even when he pulls back.
"So sweet", he breathes, abandoning your neck for now just so he can worship your breasts instead.
Quite frankly, looking at them when you were on top of him left him craving a taste of them. He thinks them so beautiful. All of you. You are so beautiful. You truly are and Yoongi wonders if you have bad thoughts too. He hopes that you don’t, because he thinks your body is true perfection.
His lips break away from your nipple, forcing your back to arch as you chase him. He stays close but far away enough that he can soak in the view of you. He traces you, the position limits the movements of his arms but he doesn’t mind. His fingers are still able to outline the swell of your breast before stealing a feel of your pretty nipple. He made it harden and his spit covers it, making the little touches he does so much easier to do.
You sigh and chase him again.
"You're so beautiful", he whispers, smiling contently when he can watch goosebumps trail along your skin because of his touch. It is so fascinating to him, "so sweet."
He leans down and takes your other nipple between his lips. He feels it harden in his mouth and the sensation is so nice that he has to suck on it.
"It's so…good", you lull, nodding your head slowly. Yoongi has such a warm mouth. It makes you feel so safe.
Yoongi sighs, releasing your nipple slowly. He trails kisses to your sternum then back to your other side. Sweet sucks, lovely kisses, returns to your other side to give it the same treatment. You lose track of time very soon. The only indicator of time you have, are his hands on your body and his lips on your skin, which means, in reality you have no idea of the passage of time at all.
But you don’t mind because Yoongi feels so good. You want this to last forever. Touches and kisses and having him close. You want this to last until he forgets all about having to leave.
Yoongi trails his kisses down your stomach then, warming you with his big hands on your sides in a safe hold. His thumbs run along your stomach in the position, tickling you most perfectly.
"Oh tickles", you gasp, squirming slightly upon feeling his lips on your lower stomach.
He lifts his head, stealing a glance at you.
"Don't stop", you whisper, chasing him with a roll of your hips.
"Can I go further?"
"Yes, please."
He lowers his gaze again and shimmies down the mattress. With a gentle push to your inner thighs with his strong hands, he manages to give his mouth access. He claims it happily, starting off with kisses and little kitten licks.
"Oooh", you sigh, lips curling into a content smile, "so good."
"Mh-hm", he agrees, tasting you with the flat of his tongue. He grinds it against you slowly. He is taking his time. There is no rush. He wants this to last. His perfect reality would be the entire night. Just him between your legs until the moon greets the sun in the sky. There is no better way for him to experience the last night with you.
Yoongi breaks away from your core, resting his head against your thigh. He blinks his eyes at you prettily, giving you a little smile. His cheek looks so squishy as it supports most of his head's weight.
"What is it?" you whisper.
"Nothing, just…love..", he says and lowers his eyes shyly, "...you know? Uhm..you."
"I…" your heart flutters unbearably, "...love you too", you say with a smile, reaching down to pet his hair.
Yoongi closes his eyes instantly, moving into your touch with a content smile. It happens naturally that his lips return to his favourite spot.
The licks are slow and lazy. They mirror the state he must be in right now. His head is still resting against you, minimising the touches to the tip of his tongue. His eyes are closed, his lips are still curled into a content smile. You also continue petting his hair, enjoying his slow worshipping with closed eyes and tingling veins.
It feels so nice to be in such a relaxed state of pleasure with Yoongi. To have him nestled between your legs and snuggled against you, it feels so intimate and special. And it feels so right, so incredibly right. This is where he should always be. Close to you.
Yoongi sighs and stops again, nuzzling his nose into you. Just right where your inner thigh meets your groin. It was a slow nuzzle, one which makes him give you a content hum.
He rests back against you afterwards, eyes focusing on your face. He giggles quietly, eyes spilling over in adoration. He looks so small, so fragile. Not in a weak, broken way but in a confident way. It suits him so well.
"You're so cute", you whisper, tracing his forehead for a few seconds.
At that he lowers his eyes again, focusing them on your core. With a lovedrunk smile on his lips, he touches you, watching his own fingers intently.
"Oh wow", you whisper, "that’s so nice."
Yoongi nods his head, playing with your clit. Two of his fingers are pressed against it, tracing it slowly and eliciting sighs from you. This is seriously so nice. Yoongi’s tongue felt incredible, but this right here feels a little bit better. Not much, because Yoongi is amazing in anything he does, but it is that added pressure which just makes you float.
"You're so wet", he observes with his voice soaked in relaxation. He touches your entrance and pushes.
"Oh..mhhm", you purr, welcoming his fingers with eager clenches. He fills you up so well. You always knew that Yoongi’s fingers were different. It is a good kind of different. The kind of different which makes you stare and then imagine the dirtiest things. And you are obsessed with that kind of different, having to moan his name now that you finally have them move in and out of you.
This feels unlike what he did in the gym. He was rough and punishing back then, making you wish that you would never ever escape the pleasure again. But this right here feels as if he is wrapping you up in a big blanket and tells you that "everything's okay now. I'm here, so just let go and allow yourself to feel." And that feeling is wonderful.
Yoongi moves his fingers in and out of you slowly, basking in the sight of your wetness and the scent of it.
He could do this forever. You cursed him to love nothing but your warmth and Yoongi carries that curse gladly. Oh truly, you could be the Grail of Certain Demise and Yoongi would drink from it until even the last droplet flows in his veins.
He connects his lips back to your core. Sadly his cheek has to leave its warm resting place, but Yoongi doesn’t mind because you taste so good. He licks you slowly with his eyes closed and while he does, he keeps his finger buried inside of you so he could massage your favourite spot.
"There, please stay", you whisper and sigh sweetly.
Yoongi moans in acknowledgement, furrowing his brows. He can feel it. Your pulse is quickening. It throbs against the tip of his tongue and fills his ears with sound. His instincts should be to become manic in his licks, but they don’t kick in. Yoongi feels surprised himself. They don’t kick in. They don’t because right now, you helped his brain enter a state of complete harmony. There was no noise in his head right now, no thought, no memory. Nothing. He had nothing in his brain except tranquil silence and darkness. And in this darkness butterflies of pinks and golds were fluttering, forming a nebula of peacefulness.
It grows with each lick of tongue and begins sparkling each time you moan softly. This it. Yoongi thinks. This is where he has finally found his escape. Right between your legs with your skins touching and his body relaxed.
Yoongi smiles. This is what he can return to. The journey to making the world a safer place for you is going to be difficult, but he doesn’t mind because he knows that he can return home to you once everything is over and then he can find his escape in you. You will welcome him home and Yoongi can be naked with you and in this state he will find peace.
"Oh", you gasp, tensing around him, "Yoongi it feels really good there."
"Mhm", he tries to find the position again, "there?"
"Deeper."
Yoongi moves his fingers until his knuckles are touching your wetness. He curls them slowly.
"Oh yes", you squirm happily, "Yoongi don’t stop. Ah, Yoongi."
He allows his lips to connect with your clit again, keeping his fingers just like that. Deep inside of you and with a rhythm of slow curls keeping them moving.
"Oh that’s so good. Yoongi."
He finds it almost addicting how you say his name. Almost. Oh what a lie. It is addicting. There is no denying that. Yoongi is addicted to his own name whenever it rolls off your tongue.
It is quite ironic actually, because for the longest time he didn’t like his name. Whenever he heard it, he was reminded that he was real and that he existed and that his existence is the reason why so much bad happened in the world. His name meant acknowledging his impact on the world and that made him feel terrible. But not when you say it. When you say it, Yoongi feels as if the only impact on the world he has is to make it better for you. And with each mention of his own little syllables, you tell him that he was already successful.
"Yoongi…." you say it again and Yoongi finds himself reaching up just so he can feel another piece of you. His hand closes around your breast perfectly, cradling it in safety and warmth.
Another repetition of his name and Yoongi wonders if you are real. You can’t be. You must be an angel, a magical being, a piece of the stars. A human can’t give him so much harmony. You must be magical. You just must.
"Yoongi, I think I’m gonna cum."
"Mh-hm", he acknowledges you, readying himself with tingles in his stomach.
"Ah", you gasp, "okay yes, I’m actually gonna cum."
It feels so good. It starts off so slow and oh so deep. It is the type of high which is the result of someone actually taking the time to pay attention to you. It is not the quick reaction of sudden stimulation or the product of concentration on the goal. It is the result of a long, conscious journey where the real reward was the journey itself. And those highs feel incredible. They start off in your core and fill your legs with so much warmth you feel as if this is your rebirth.
Yoongi stays with you until you sigh in overstimulation. He breaks away and rests his cheek on your thigh again, trailing his eyes over your well-worshipped core.
"Wow, okay I just felt this everywhere", you confess in a whisper, exhaling deeply afterwards.
Yoongi smiles happily, feeling like bursting with contentment. He is so giddy. His brain is so mushy, his body is so warm. He truly feels….he feels….Yoongi inhales your sweet scent and sighs. He feels cozy. This is such a silly word to use and yet at this moment, it is the only word that he deems suitable.
"Wow", you let out and laugh softly, "just wow."
"Mhm", he agrees and moves. It is such a slow movement, meant to make it easy for him to kiss up your torso again. He makes you sigh and shiver. It fits him. The way he is taking care of you fits him. You can’t describe why it fits him, but it does. You believe that this is truly him. That sex for him should last for hours and that it is something you want to take time out of your day for. He just strikes you as that type of person and quite frankly, now that you are lightheaded from your high, you agree. Being intimate should be an act of hours and should be a symphony of moments of slow kisses and innocent touches before more intimate touches fill up the time again.
Yoongi sighs softly, resting on top of you with his face buried in the crook of your neck.
"Good", he murmurs and purrs happily.
"Yoongi", you whisper.
"Yes, princess?" he says.
“This felt so good.”
He snuggles closer, “I’m glad”, his voice is muffled by your shoulder.
"Can I return the favor?"
"Mhm what do you mean?" he asks, kissing your collarbones.
"I want to give you a blowjob."
His lips stop. As a matter of fact, his entire body just kind of stops.
Silence.
Your heart flutters in nervousness.
"It's just that", you begin to calm down your nerves, "you're always doing all the work", you say, "and now you're leaving for god knows how many months, so I just want to give you something really nice too, to keep as a good memory."
"And you think sucking my cock would be such a memory?"
"Yes, definitely."
"What if you don’t like it? Then you'd have to live with a shitty memory and a distaste for my dick."
"Yoongi stop", you whine loudly, "stop talking so bad about yourself all the time", you shake him off, "holy fuck, I'm in love with you and that means I'm in love with every inch of you."
He blinks his eyes before lowering his head.
"And I’m not going to hate your dick. I actually quite love it. There I said it", you huff out air, nudging his chest.
"You're so weird", he mumbles.
"Whatever, so let me be weird. I'm weird and in love with you and that’s something I like."
Yoongi huffs out air, dropping in the sheets. His cheek is squished, his left hand covers his eyes.
"Whatever", he mumbles, tensing up when seconds later he feels your weight on top of him and your hands on his body.
Your warm middle is pressed against his ass, soiling his skin with your wetness. Your thighs are caging in his hips, giving him warmth. And your chest, oh your chest, it rests against his back, sending shivers down his spine.
Yoongi loves the sensations and feelings.
You smooch his cheek, "I'll take care of you", you whisper, trailing your kisses to his back.
He is tense, staying completely still as you litter his upper back with eager kisses. You know that it affects him because his skin is covered in goosebumps, but other than that you don’t get a lot.
You don’t mind. Yoongi would tell you if he doesn’t want it and it seems that right now he is just way too flustered to give you reactions.
With a sigh on your tongue, you trail your kisses down between his shoulder blades, guiding the way with your fingertips.
He shivers, giving you a little gasp for air and a content noise afterwards.
"You're so perfect", you praise, tracing the little dimples on his lower back, "every inch of you", you add and lean down to kiss them.
Yoongi tenses, wiggling his hips to flee your kiss. He is scared that you will go further down. He can’t accept that, not ever. Who knows just how much he would lose himself. He can’t risk it.
To his luck – but most of all demise – you guide your lips up his back again. Well, they aren’t your lips, but your tongue, licking right along his spine.
"Ah", Yoongi lets out, moving into you in an instinctive arch of his back. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. This feels so good. Yoongi feels fucking charged in electricity, invincible, tingly, turned on. He wishes for another lick. Just one more.
It comes gradually. Yoongi has to get through kisses down his back first. He shivers the entire time, brain focusing on nothing but your touches. Your lips are so soft, so warm and oh so tender. Your fingers are swirling over his back and each time they dance to his sides, Yoongi has to tense his toes for the touch felt like addicting magic on his skin.
Your fingers linger right underneath his pits in a strong grip when your tongue darts out and licks along his spine. It is a smooth movement, one which is done in one consistent stroke. Like a paintbrush soaked in magic you paint shivers on his skin and leave behind a body aching for more.
Yoongi has to bury his face in the sheets to muffle a groan, back heaving up and down in heavy pants for air. He can’t remember the last time he felt so stolen of air.
"Yoongi", you sigh, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, while your arms wiggle themselves around his body. Like this your breasts are squeezed against his back. Yoongi almost goes insane because of the softness of them.
"Yoongi”, you whisper, squeezing him, “you taste so good."
Your breath tickles him, makes his brain scramble even more. You could have the entire night sky, he thinks. All the stars and the moon and every single nebula in existence. You can have all of it. He will catch them for you and lay them before your feet.
"How are you feeling?" your question meets him in shreds. He is too far gone. Far, far away in the symphony of happiness you create. A tug on his hair forces him out of his bubble and back to reality.
"Good", he whispers because his voice doesn’t want to be louder.
"Yes?" you giggle, melting Yoongi into a complete puddle of adoration. You sound so sweet when you laugh.
"Oh Yoongi Boongie, I’m so glad you do. You deserve it", you say, smelling oh so incredibly sweet to him. The scent is new to you. It’s not your sweet arousal or your mellifluous happiness. It is something else. Something constant and certain and something unwavering. Yoongi knows the origin of it. He knows what it is and it scares him just as much as it brings him peace. You really love him. Your adoration is honest. Yoongi has someone who loves him.
Your lips touch his back again.
"Princess, wait", he chokes out, making you lift your head.
"What's wrong?"
"I just…fuck", he rolls on his back, "I don't know what's wrong with me tonight, ___."
He knows what's wrong. He just truly realised that he made someone love him and it scared him. It scares him so incredibly much.
"Nothing's wrong with you. We're taking it slow", you assure him, "we have the entire night after all."
Yoongi doesn’t seem convinced.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Yes, something's on your mind. Tell me, it’ll stay between you and me."
Yoongi falters, shaking his head. You stop it by cupping his cheek and giving him a reassuring smile.
"It's hard to receive", he whispers.
"The kisses?"
Yoongi nods his head, not daring to speak his actual truth. That your kisses make him nervous, but what truly wrecks him is the scent of utter love which surrounds you. He doesn’t know how to receive something so important. He is so clueless, so helpless. He is stumbling in the dark, wishing for any kind of light to appear to help him guide the way.
"Why? Because it puts you in the spotlight too much?"
"Yes."
That wasn’t a lie. This is truly the reason why he feels weird about receiving touches.
"But you deserve the spotlight", you say, carrying sadness in your eyes. You pout, taking his face between your hands and running your thumbs over his skin.
His instinct is to call you an idiot and then shake you off. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t because you don’t deserve to carry his childish issues. Not when you are so patient with him and not when he cares so much for you.
"Don't pout", he whispers.
"No, I am. Because you think you don’t deserve it when, when I think you, you are made for it", you whine.
"You're so silly."
"No you are. You’re silly for being mean to yourself", you say, furrowing your brows.
Yoongi smiles, "okay, I’m silly", he gives in, whispering.
"Mhm", you seem content, now moving down to claim his lips in a kiss.
Yoongi accepts it with his eyes closing instantly and his arms falling around you. This will never scare him. Ever since your lips first touched his’, he knew he would find no harm through them. This is the light he needed. They are like a remedy to him, healing his shattered parts piece by piece until one day – maybe just maybe – they will have helped him feel whole again.
The kiss lasts too short for his taste, but you are too quick for him to pull you back, leaving him to sigh for more. You kiss down his jawline on your way to your favourite spot. One kiss to his neck is all it takes for Yoongi to fall back into the symphony of happiness you create for him. He is so content. So relaxed. It is the kind of relaxation which is laced with an ever growing ache between his legs.
Especially tonight when you are naked on top of him and he mirrors your state. It leaves him feeling dizzy because sometimes your core brushes against his length and Yoongi is thankful that he didn’t push you off, because that sensation feels like paradise to him. You moan each time this happens, grinding your hips into him for another glimpse of it. And Yoongi chases you right back with a dizzy mind and weak knees.
A moan of his name slips past your lips before they are busy with creating a purple bruise of adoration on his collarbones. Yoongi has to sigh, wishing for his healing powers to forsake him just so he can carry your mark on his skin for longer than two seconds.
"My Yoongi", you sigh, eliciting a firework of emotion in his chest, "you're my Yoongi…" you seal the promise with a kiss on his left pec right above the spot where once his heart beat.
And in this moment. In this fateful moment, when Yoongi realises just how tightly woven your connection is, it feels that for just a second his heart actually flutters.
"Mine", you sigh, hugging him for just a second.
"Mh-hm yours", Yoongi whispers, not having meant something as honestly in a long time.
You giggle and let go of him, trailing kisses down his stomach. And Yoongi has to touch you, bury his fingers in your hair before arching his back.
"Holy fuck", he presses out.
"Is it nice?" you ask him, kissing the spot right above his navel.
"Nice", he gets out then he already has to gasp for air with his lips parted. He can’t remember the last time a shiver dug so deep into his body. Oh, he feels it in his bones.
"I'm glad it is. You have the perfect tummy", you praise, "I love it so much."
Three kisses show him just how honest you are. Three kisses because then you already kiss his hip right where his thigh meets his tummy and Yoongi actually squirms. A suck of your lips and he has to make a sound.
"So nice", you whisper, "so goddamn nice."
Yoongi agrees with a nod of his head. One you don’t see because you have your eyes running along his lower stomach obsessively. He is so handsome, so goddamn beautiful. His skin is oh so soft, looking like ivory against his dark pubes and terribly swollen cock. Pink and oh so veiny it stands before you, looking so ready for your tongue.
“I’m so obsessed”, you croak, wrapping your fingers around him and sticking your tongue out.
"Ah, wait", he gasps, tugging on your hair. You gave him one lick, just one measly lick before he pulled you away.
"Yoongi don’t stop", you whine.
"You're so greedy. What's with you and my dick?"
"I wanna have it, please."
"I don't know."
"But you're so hard, I bet it hurts so much", you give him a flirty flutter of your lashes, "I could give you relief."
Yoongi eyes your lips and gulps. His fingers stay unmoving in their grip however. So you reach for his unoccupied hand, taking two of his long fingers and shoving them into your mouth.
Yoongi parts his lips, widening his eyes in surprise. He really didn’t expect that.
You suck on them eagerly, bopping your head up and down while keeping your eyes locked on his features. You are on a mission. A mission to show him what you could give to him if only he allowed himself to feel pleasure. This is to convince him, making you so incredibly needy in the process. His fingers are so long, so thick, so heavy on your tongue. Oh, how you want to choke on them. They still taste like you, it is a faint taste, one that tickles your throat and makes you oh so incredibly needy for more. Your taste is nice, but you want Yoongi. You want his arousal to coat your tongue.
You release his fingers, swirling your tongue around them messily. You have to convince him. He keeps them tense for you, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He can’t lie, this is turning him on. You slathering his fingers in your drool and looking so cute doing it. This is such a turn on to him.
Yoongi curls his fingers then, making your tongue slip and lose its grip.
"More", you whine, chasing him.
But Yoongi grabs your chin instead, caressing it with his thumb while his fingers soil your skin in your spit.
"You get me so hard", he rasps, tracing your lips.
"Can I taste? Please?"
“Not like this.”
You pout, making Yoongi smile fondly.
“Come up here, princess.”
“But-”
Yoongi silences you by forcing his thumb between your lips and pushing down on your tongue. You whine, squirming needily. This came as such a surprise, making your veins tingle in arousal.
“No buts”, he rasps, massaging your tongue, “I want to taste your pretty pussy.”
You whine, allowing Yoongi to tug you closer while his thumb is still pressing down on your tongue. He is so hot when he is like this.
“There we go princess, that’s better”, he encourages you, slipping his finger free just so he can touch your hips instead. He lifts you, makes you squeak as he does, and sets you down again.
“Wait a minute”, you gasp, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with him, “like this?”
He gives you a playful smirk, letting his hands run up and down your ass.
“Go on princess, do whatever you want to do”, he says, pressing you down on his eager tongue afterwards.
“Oh g-god”, you choke out, fighting the urge to collapse on top of him. This feels so fucking good. Yoongi’s tongue is swirling over your clit and his hands are squeezing your buttocks, “you’re so unfair”, you whine, gasping and tensing.
He growls playfully, squeezing you closer to his face while his tongue curls against your clit in quick movements.
“This is seriously so – ah – so unfair”, you mewl, digging your nails into his thighs, “how should, should I con-concentrate?”
“You can do it”, he rasps against your pussy, “you’re a big girl after all.”
“No”, you mewl, “I’m small and tiny, ah Yoongi”, you have to gasp, arching your back when he sucks on your clit while chuckling deeply.
“You’re adorable”, he says, kissing your pussy, “and so sweet. Mhm princess”, he moans, smothering himself with your core with a gentle use of his strength.
“Yoongi”, you whine.
“Do it princess”, he gives your clit a suck, then talks again, “come on, do it.”
With trembling limbs, you lower yourself, finding your only support on his thighs. One skilled flick of his tongue against your clit and you falter again, managing to wrap your fingers around him but failing to move any closer. You whimper, forcing your eyes to focus on him when all they want to do is fall closed.
“Please give me a second”, you beg, earning yourself a guttural growl from him.
He shakes his head, using the movement to grind his tongue against you. He is doing this on purpose. He is making it oh so incredibly hard for you on purpose.
You gasp for air. You shiver on his tongue. You tense your thighs around his head.
“Yoongi please”, you keen, earning yourself an encouraging pat to your butt and a throaty growl of pleasure, “fuck”, you press out, “you’re seriously so mean.”
So you just have to get through this. You have to fight against your urges to turn into a puddle in his hands. With glassy eyes focused on his cock, you finally inch closer. You take him inside with a needy moan, trembling because the sensation makes Yoongi press you closer and growl into you deeply. He throbs inside your mouth, sitting heavily on your tongue. Yoongi begins his sloppy kisses, thanking you for your warmth while at the same time destroying your sanity.
Yep, that’s it. This is the day you ascend. This is the best goddamn thing you ever did. It seemed impossible at first, but now that you finally have him inside your mouth, pleasuring him comes oh so easy. Maybe Yoongi’s eager tongue even helps you, motivating you to outdo him and give him even better sensations.
You sink down on him until his tip graces the back of your throat. He feels so nice in your mouth, tastes so good too. Sweet, most definitely from his past hunt, and oh so addictive.
“Fuck princess”, his voice is raspy in arousal, “you taste so good all of a sudden”, he presses out and groans, “fuck, yes…fuck. You’re a natural, princess, sucking my cock so well.”
You give him a little whimper, bopping your head up and down slowly while your fingers pleasure the parts you can’t fit. Just a second of nothingness and then Yoongi has you already back on his face, sending a bolt of electricity through your veins.
He glides deeper, forcing tears to your eyes. You blink them away happily, sucking him harder now that his licks motivate you again.
Yoongi tenses his toes, reaching for your waist just so he can squeeze it in desperation. He won’t tell you, but what you are doing right now is his fucking dream. Yoongi never really jerked off in his past. He saw no necessity for it and quite frankly found the entire act rather silly. But there was one occasion when he faltered. One fateful occasion when he found his hand around his cock and his knees trembling in pleasure. The night you came to steal from him and when he got you smelling of arousal with just one little push of his hips. He thought about having you ride his face that night and maybe he thought about how it would feel to have your bodies tangled in one of his favourite positions. Of course you would never hear such confessions from him, because they are way too silly to him.
“Keep going princess. You’re doing so fucking well”, he encourages you, smothering himself with your sweet cunt again afterwards. He will tell you that you feel like literal paradise however. Not only because it makes your heart skip a beat in happiness and Yoongi loves that sound, but also because you somehow manage to do even better afterwards. As if you were in a cute little quarrel with your own abilities to show him just how much better you can be.
Yoongi won’t complain. You’re sucking his cock so goddamn amazingly. Your tongue is so soft and so wet, your throat is so tight and warm and there are those seconds where your teeth just happen to naturally tickle his cock and during those seconds Yoongi swears he could finally taste colours and hear smells.
Yes. Yes, Yoongi likes teeth. He sometimes wonders if he would have liked them if he stayed human. He sometimes wonders just what he would have liked if his friends and him had never angered their magic teacher. He also sometimes wonders if he would have been a complete bore as a human. But Yoongi isn’t human, he is a goddamn bloodsucker, obsessed with the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and fact is, that he has a thing for teeth.
“Bite me”, he begs in a growl, feeling you falter and then slip off of him.
“I bit you? Sorry”, you crane your neck to look at him, “I’m trying not to, really sorry I did.”
“No princess. I want you to bite me”, he says, watching in delight as this widens your eyes in surprise.
“Are you serious?”
“Mhm, very”, he says nonchalantly, pushing you back down to continue his favourite feast. Has he ever mentioned that he could do this for hours? If he hasn’t then yes, he could. You wouldn’t even have to give him reactions during those hours, if you want to do something else in the meantime that is fine with him too, but Yoongi could be between your legs for literal hours. Just licking and kissing and tasting you. This is his heaven.
“Fuck Yoongi”, you press out, taking him back inside with a shaky breath. You start off with little sucks, growing hungrier the farther down you sink on him. When you have your fingers tickling the tip of your nose and his cock filling up your throat, you finally stop sucking to begin your slow movements up and down.
Yoongi moans deeply, dancing his hands from your waist down to your hips to squeeze them tightly. He is burning up in anticipation. When is your bite going to come? Yoongi feels his tongue falter for the first time tonight. All he can concentrate on is your wet tongue gliding over his cock and your soft lips squeezing around him.
He pushes you down on him, hoping that you can feel the impatience in that gesture. A cute moan of yours meets his ears, his cock hits the back of your throat and makes you gag oh so sweetly. Fuck. Your pussy tastes so sweet because of it. Yoongi remembers that for later. Cute, little gags around my cock turn her on. He wonders if his fingers would have the same effect.
He doesn’t wonder for long because after that gag you slip off of him, doing so with a gasp for air. You giggle, giving him a squeeze with your fingers. Your lips are pressed against his burning tip, your drool is running down his shaft.
Yoongi presses you down again, giving your clit a suck of encouragement. Come on, bite me. He wants to say with that suck, tensing his thighs when you press out a quiet “fuck” and then wrap your lips around him again.
Bops of your head, eager touches of your fingers.
Yoongi growls, squeezing your buttocks impatiently. Fuck, you are so good in this game. Yoongi hasn’t felt that restless in ages. It is literally making his thighs tremble and his fingers become greedy in their squeezes.
A sting.
“Fuck”, his voice is muffled by your pussy.
You bit him. You finally fucking bit him. Right under his cockhead where it feels the fucking best.
The sting grows as you dig your teeth deeper and Yoongi actually has to break away from your middle just to throw his head back.
“Harder”, he groans, dropping his hands from your body to grab the sheets instead.
You do it. You bite down even harder, fearing that if you went any harder you would actually hurt him.
But you don’t hurt him, you give him a glimpse of literal heaven. His cock is on fucking fire. Obviously your bite goes deep, your teeth dig into him and his nerves scream at him for a break.
Yoongi doesn’t allow them a break. He twists the sheets and then bucks his hips up, forcing your teeth to scratch down his cock. And fucking hell, this feeling is like ecstasy to him. It startles you however and you loosen your bite around him before slipping off of him.
“Jesus fuck”, you press out, allowing your excited breath to swirl over his sensitive cock.
Yoongi whimpers, reaching for your waist just to tug you closer.
“Princess”, he presses out, kissing your core eagerly, “do it again”, he begs before continuing his task of thanking you with hungry kisses and licks.
“Fuck Yoongi, this is so kinky”, you croak, “I’ve never bitten someone before.”
“Mhm, you’re amazing at it”, he mumbles, filling his mouth with your pussy afterwards.
You laugh breathlessly, squirming on top of his face. This is making you so fucking wet, that you are pretty sure that you are actually dripping on Yoongi’s face. Not that he seems to mind, giving you the hardest time to stay focused by basically rubbing his entire face into you like a gluttonous animal.
You moan his name, sinking down on him as far as you can go. Once his tip is tickling your throat and he coats your tongue with his taste, you finally do it. You bite down, forcing a jerk through his legs and for his fingers to tighten in surprise. With a good amount of pressure in your bite, you drag your teeth from the base of his cock all the way up to his cockhead.
And Yoongi is panting, filling the air with his throaty, slightly pitched moans and feeding your tongue his sweet pleasure.
You give him a lazy chuckle, kissing his tip before sinking down on him again and repeating what you had done before. You let your lips wrapped around his tip once you have reached it, using your teeth to give him a deeper bite.
Yoongi breaks away from your pussy again, having to literally wheeze for air. That means something. To have Yoongi literally break away from your pussy willingly means something. Especially because it is the second time he is doing it in the span of minutes.
“Hah!” he lets out and laughs with his voice slightly pitched. His hands are without decision on your body, trying and failing to feel up every inch of you at the same time. This is what you are doing to him. You are making him crumble so much that he actually forgets to eat your pussy and grabs you almost helplessly.
With a suck of your lips you release him, squeezing around his base just so you can feel him throb and twitch.
Yoongi’s laughter dies down, turning into a sighed purr and his hands coming to rest on your inner thighs just so they can knead them vigorously.
“Just saying, you’re a stereotype”, you whisper, watching the translucent goodness of his precum leak out of him in thick streaks. You pick it up and play with it just so you can watch it connect your fingertip with his pink cockhead. It looks so good, makes you want to stare at it for hours.
“Shut up”, Yoongi croaks, but laughs quietly, “your jokes are terrible.”
You giggle, pressing a kiss to his tip. You don’t break away afterwards, instead you take him back inside just so you can drown in his taste. Holy fuck, he tastes so good.
Yoongi moans softly, having to gasp your name when just one breath later you bite down on him again. Electricity shoots through his body. His cock throbs. His stomach tightens uncontrollably.
“Okay, okay wait”, he croaks, making you gasp and slip off of him.
“Oh no. Did I do it too hard?” you sound devastated. You squeak when a second later you get picked up by him and pinned down on the mattress. His hips are against yours, grinding into you obsessively and covering your pussy in his arousal.
“I wanna fuck you”, he pants with his pupils blown out and his eyes carrying mania in them.
“Yoongi…I..” you whisper, feeling entirely dizzy. What happened? One moment you are on top of him, riding his face and biting his cock and now he has you pinned down with such a strong grip you can’t even escape. All of a sudden he carries madness in his gaze and has gluttonous hunger dripping from his voice.
“I wanna goddamn fucking pound you stupid”, he growls, showing you a glimpse of his fangs.
“Jesus, Yoongi. What, what’s gotten into you?” you stutter.
Truth was, that you almost made him cum with the last bite and now Yoongi’s brain has short circuited in desperation. He could have climaxed down your throat, he is sure you would have loved that. But he decided to deny himself. He did because his cock is literally so goddamn sensitive from your ruthless biting and all he wants to do is cream it with your pussy.
“Don’t know, just wanna fuck your perfect cunt”, he tells you, grinding his hips into your thigh aggressively.
This is messing with your mind. To have Yoongi show you this side of himself, to have his rockhard cock grinding against you and to have his fangs reflecting the lights. This is seriously messing with your mind.
And it turns you on, makes you ache for what he promises.
“Please pound me stupid”, you beg him, having to gasp in surprise when Yoongi’s face appears in front of yours in one inhumanly quick movement. He curls his lips back, moving the tip of his nose in an eager intake of your scent. His chest rumbles in a demonic sound of pleasure.
“Snowdrop is your safeword because I don’t know if I can stop myself otherwise”, he growls.
“Yoongi what the fuck?” you gasp.
“Repeat it.”
“Snowdrop”, you whisper.
“Yes, princess yes. Say it and I’ll stop. You can’t? Think it and I’ll stop immediately.”
“I’m actually going to pass out. Yoongi what the fuck?”
He barely reacts, lowering his eyes dangerously. Then you feel it. The kind of pressure only his cock can give you. It feels unbearably exciting for just a second before your pussy finally welcomes him inside and then you actually entirely black out.
Well, not actually. You just know that your brain stopped thinking about anything else except Yoongi and what his cock is doing to you. The moment he bottomed out and then began rutting into you in fast motions, your brain cells decided to stop working.
You also know that you begin squeaking and clawing at his back, solely because Yoongi knows how to fuck. Oh, he fucking knows and he is hellbound to lay out all the knowledge just for you.
“I’m going insane”, his voice is distorted in pleasure, “princess, you’ve got my cock so fucking sensitive.”
He forces his entire length into you, stops and gives you a harsh roll of his hips just to show you just how hard he is inside of you. He pulls out just to do it again. And again. And then again until it becomes a pattern, which literally steals the ability to form words from you.
“Feel that?” he pants and growls as he drills his cock into you again, “feel how hard I am for you?” he taunts, pressing his lips against the shell of your ears, “only you can make me so fucking hard.”
You hear him breathe in, having to realise that his throat is rattling in animalistic growls as he does. And fuck, that realisation is making you want to sob. He could actually rip you apart. There you go again, thinking about the fact that he could literally rip you apart. And somehow, because of that realisation, his cock feels so goddamn massive all of a sudden. It is true paradise. It truly is.
Yoongi growls and abandons the rhythm just to fuck into you quickly. He is making sure that your pussy is stuffed with his entire cock, shaking your entire body as he does while his right hand is having a strong hold of your hips.
"Your pussy's fucking heaven", he pants, "it’s literal heaven, princess. Heaven."
You sob, convulsing beneath him. His hips don’t falter, as a matter of fact they seem to become even better in their movements now that you are tensing and pulsating and creaming all over his cock.
“Fuck princess, don’t tell me you’re cumming right now.”
You try to talk but make dumb sounds instead. Yes you are. Who wouldn’t when their otherwise so reserved boyfriend is pounding you as if it was his only purpose? Who wouldn’t when their otherwise so in-control boyfriend is literally losing himself to you? This and mixed with just how worked up he got you with his tongue and you just can’t help it.
“Fuck, you are”, he presses out and growls deeply. His hips slam into you, forcing you to feel every second of it as intensely as you can, “you’re fucking perfect. I wanna devour you whole. Fuck.”
“Yoongi”, you drag out his last syllable, covering his back in scratch marks all the way down to his ass. They heal instantly, but leave an insatiable ache for more behind in Yoongi's veins.
“Wanna go again? Can you do that for me? Can you keep fucking my cock like that?” he asks.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop”, you beg him, squeaking in bliss when this makes Yoongi speed up again. His back is tense under your fingertips, his hips show no ounce of tiredness.
“Holy fuck, ah”, this is all you can bring out before Yoongi steals the words from you.
Holy fuck indeed. Yoongi agrees. This right here is fucking holy. He doesn’t believe in religion. He stopped believing when no higher deity saved him from his terrible fate. But this right here is the closest he will ever come to believing again. Maybe there is someone good up above and maybe She wanted all his terrible fates to happen to him just so one day he can have your perfect cunt around his cock.
"You're my fucking goddess", he presses out, forcing your eyes open with his words.
"Ahgn?" it is supposed to mean what but quite frankly you are in no way capable of talking. His cock just feels too good. His words do the rest.
His eyes flicker up a deep red, running along your features obsessively.
"I don't need anything else, but you", he pants, "nothing gets me that fucking good", he moans the last word, letting his eyes roll back just so he can close them.
He throws his head back, abandoning your hip just so he can grab the edge of the mattress with both hands. Like this he goes even deeper, like this he can move his hips against you as if it was his sole purpose. It forces your legs apart, forces your back to arch and gives you such intense sensations that you actually feel how warmth shoots through your legs and makes them weak.
His head bounces to the front, his dark bangs hang into his eyes messily. This must be the first time you see his hair drenched in sweat, sticking to his face at some parts. Yep, this is going to haunt you.
“I’m gonna cum too, princess”, he growls, “gonna cum so fucking hard for you.”
You sob, scratching down his chest. If he keeps fucking you like this, you fear that your body isn’t the only thing breaking in this room. Oh, the bed is shaking way too much, forcing the headboard to bang the wall loudly and for the poor bed frame to croak in exhaustion.
Yoongi hears it too, but doesn’t give two shits about it. He has to fuck you that hard. This is the only way to still the ache between his legs. And besides, why should he go any slower when your moans are filled with so much pleasure?
“Ready princess?” he asks.
“Please fill me up”, you beg, crying tears of utter bliss.
“Urgh”, Yoongi lets out, hitting the mattress beside you just so he can grab the edge of it and rip it between his fingers. His hips slam into you, moving your body a good four inches until your head tangles over the edge and your brain short circuits. Yoongi digs his hand deeper into the mattress and chases your neck. He cums just like this. With his lips pressed against your sensitive throat and his hand doing everything to keep his power focused on breaking something other than your body.
A loud crack and Yoongi knows that he was successful. He feels it before you do, picking you up quickly.
“Geez”, you gasp, “what the hell?”
There you are with your back pressed against the motel wall and Yoongi panting heavily while his hips rut into you. You sneak a glance to your left, doing so with much struggle as his fuck feels just way too good.
“You just literally broke the bed”, you mewl, twisting his damp hair between your fingers.
“If I didn’t, I’d have broken you”, he sounds out of breath, "you just made me cum so fucking hard, but don’t wanna stop. Feel it, I’m still rockhard", he rasps, moving his hips harder just so you can feel his throbbing cock shift inside of you.
“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you have to mewl.
“Can you feel it?”
“Yeah…ah god”, you keen.
"It's just for you, princess. This is all just for you", he says and tightens his grip on your thighs, “you make me want to keep fucking you”, he grunts, shaking your body, “I literally can’t stop.”
“Don’t, please”, you beg, messing up his mind with the way you are pulling at his hair. You aren’t even aware that you are doing it, too lost in him. You just need something to hold on and his hair is the best for that.
"I won’t, oh princess I won’t", he promises you and then neither one of you feel it in yourselves to produce more words.
It is just skin on skin, your wetness covering his cock and your heavy pants, mixed with honest moans and mewls of pleasure for god knows how long. And it is perfect like that.
His lower stomach is grinding against your clit throughout the entire fuck. It is currently tensed, flexing harder each time he thrust into you. It was one thrust which broke you and your words returned again.
"Yoongi", it was just his name, but made him lift his face from your neck just so he can lock eyes with you.
You whimper.
"Does it hurt?" he asks, slowing down upon seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Fast! Please don’t slow down, please."
Yoongi obeys gladly, watching as this forces more tears out of you.
"Does it feel good? Is my princess crying because of how good I fuck her?"
You nod your head vigorously.
"This is so hot", he grunts, pressing his hips into yours just to circle them skillfully, "you're the best, princess. You’re the fucking best", he growls, showing you just how good it feels to fuck.
"Oh?" your eyes widen, your core feels charged in electricity, "Yo-Yoongi."
"Close again?"
"Mh-hm, sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I'm too sensitive", you whine and gasp, having to convulse on his veiny cock.
"Oh nonono", he lets out a pleasured chuckled, "you're perfect. Goddamn fucking perfect. Cum for me, you’re so perfect when you do", he rasps, encouraging you with eager grinds of his hips.
"Urgh, fuck", you grunt then you tense up so much you can’t even breathe.
"That's it, you’re so perfect. That's it, princess."
Yoongi pulls out just to feed you his entire length in one go, grinding his hips into you. This was it. The one thing you still needed.
"Ohmygod", you squeak out, creaming his cock with your orgasm while wondering to yourself if you will ever recover from this.
Yoongi is truly so greedy, so obsessed with your orgasms. Maybe it is because of his nature, but watching you climax is like feeling warm blood on his tongue. Yoongi cums with a demonic growl, pumping you full of his high until it runs down his veiny shaft and soils his pubes.
It just so happens that the new wetness of it forces his cock to slip out accidentally. Yoongi presses you against his stomach, making sure you wouldn’t leak his precious cum. Like this he can feel how your cunt still throbs and pulsates. And just how wet he has gotten you.
"Yoonginglngm", his name makes sense before you babble nonsense. Your eyes are barely open, looking at him dazedly.
"I can go again", he growls, "just say it."
He means the word. The one word which would stop him immediately.
You shake your head, "don’t need to say it."
Yoongi trembles, keeping his instincts at bay by grinding his teeth. Fuck, he wants to devour you. You are so incredibly sweet.
“You’re my weakness”, he tells you and lifts you just to set you down on the windowsill. It aches because you aren’t filled up by his cock anymore, but excites you as well because whatever he is trying to do here, his eyes are dark in focus and that means something with Yoongi.
Your legs he props up on top of it as well, forcing them apart by applying pressure on the parts where your knees meet your inner thighs. Like this you are leaking his cum if you wanted to or not and it makes your brain turn into mush.
Especially when seconds later you have him cleaning it off of you with his mouth. He can’t even hide his gluttonous tongue by now. It claims its right to your pussy in deep wiggles, filling you up so perfectly that you have to gasp for air.
“Yoongi”, you croak, head hitting the window as you fall back in exhaustion. This doesn’t mean that you want him to stop. On the contrary, you never ever want him gone again.
"Oh god slow", you croak, arching your back. He makes you embarrassingly close again. Oh truly, how embarrassingly sensitive he has gotten you.
The window feels cold on your skin, his tongue feels like fire in contrast. How ironic it is. That you once again find yourself pressed against a window while Yoongi is stilling his hunger with your pussy. It makes you wonder if he is doing it on purpose. Maybe he wants everyone to see just how good he treats you. Maybe this is his way to show the world that he is yours and you are his'.
Yoongi comes up for air, giving you a glimpse of his face. It is covered in his cum. White and creamy. It sits there right next to his nose. Yoongi simply licks it off of himself and smirks.
"So your tongue does grow", you gasp, squirming, "Yoongi stop being so hot. I hate this, I can’t think straight because of you", you whine, making him chuckle.
He buries himself back in your pussy. This is his answer. Just eager sucks and sloppy licks with his gluttonous tongue. It is truly peculiar but you give him so much confidence. About everything. Yoongi always knew his mouth had skill, but hearing it from you makes him feel so good about it. And he loves his nature in those moments too. When you moan for him, he suddenly doesn’t hate how his body changes in hunger. He loves it because you feel good because of it.
"Don't stop, oh god please don’t stop", he has you begging and Yoongi has to wrap his hand around his cock just to jerk it roughly. It is still so wet from your fucking, covered in a delicious concoction of your orgasm and his cum. Yoongi uses it to his advantage, fucking his own hand with fast thrusts of his hips. The touch feels like fire, leaving him to press himself closer in pure need. He imagines his hand to be your pussy instead.
"I'm going in-insane…ah Yoongi", your voice pitches for the last two words, your hips grow restless.
He growls, pinning you down with his left hand. He doesn’t mind the wiggling, but he tastes how much sweeter you get when he shows you a glimpse of his strength. That is why he does it, to make you sweeter and to fuel his greed in the process.
"Yoongi", you sob, squirming.
He could do this for hours. There he is again. Repeating himself, but it’s the truth. He could really do this for hours.
You are so perfect. You taste so good. Especially when he fucked you. Yoongi regrets not having tasted you in this state sooner. But it doesn’t matter. He will worship you like a fucking dog worships its owner. Blindly and with unfaltering devotion. And gladly. Oh so gladly he curls his tongue against your clit and oh so gladly he accepts the consequences.
"Cumming", you squeak, twisting his hair painfully, "Yoongi I'm- ah."
"Mhm", he hums, nodding his head in understanding. Do it. He tells you with a squeeze of his fingers. Cum on my tongue. He encourages you with a curl of it. Soil my fucking face. He begs you with a needy moan. Holy fuck I need it. He pleads with eager tugs on his throbbing cock.
And you do. You do all of those things. You cum on his tongue, soiling his face in your orgasm while your fingers almost rip out his hair.
"Urgh god", you groan, arching your back in one last immense shake then you slack against the window, hearing your ears ring.
Yoongi lets off of you, kissing up your inner thigh with happy purrs rumbling in his chest.
He pulls your legs around his middle, catching you in his arms when the movement makes your body slack against him as if you were a ragdoll.
He feels you shake and then hug him as if your life depended on it.
"Can you go again? Mhm? Just one more?"
"You're crazy", you lull, almost drooling on his shoulder from just how hard he ruined you, "you just killed me."
He chuckles and pecks your temple. He is a little disappointed that it is going to stop for now. He wanted more, oh how much he craves it. But in the end, he doesn’t mind because he would have felt like literal shit if he knew you weren’t completely into it.
"Alright then", he says, picking you up to carry you back to bed. He sets you down on the side which isn’t broken, claiming the emptiness beside you with his presence.
His leg is thrown around your middle, his arm is draped across your chest. His cock is still hard, soiling your skin with his denied orgasm.
"Did you like it? Was I good?" he asks.
"So good, I’m dead", you lull.
He chuckles softly, "rest, my princess. Take as long as you need. We have all night", he whispers, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.
You sigh contently and close your eyes, relaxing under the little kisses he leaves on your skin.
This is it, you think. This is the night of immense pleasure he promised you. This is what you could have had. Watching the moonlight journey across the room while Yoongi shows your body just how much he appreciates it.
"Is this what I could have had?"
"Mhm?"
"When you promised me a night of immense pleasure. Is this what I could have had?"
He smirks against your skin, "regret it now, mhm?"
"Shut up", you murmur, making him chuckle.
He kisses your cheek and lifts his head to look at you.
"I could have shown you so much more."
"So much more?"
"Mhm, you think you know all my little secret rooms already?"
"Huh? Excuse me? What are you hiding from me?"
"I guess you'll never know", he smiles boyishly, "that’s my secret."
"Urgh Yoongi", you whine, scrunching your nose up in desperation, "you are so mean. Now I’m going to think about it and it’s going to haunt me."
Yoongi laughs, tracing your features with his fingertips.
"I'll show you once I'm back."
"Yeah, I hope you do", you give him a pout, "and just so you know, I’m going to try and find it."
“Oh? You will? And what makes you think that I'm keeping it unlocked?”
“Well, unlucky for you, I know where to find the keys”, you tease, giving his chest a little nudge. You keep your hand on the spot afterwards, letting your eyes run over the small smile he shows off. He is so handsome.
“And you think I’m keeping those keys in there?”
“I’ll just see for myself.”
"Okay, good luck", he says with his face glowing in happiness, “but they’re not in there.”
“Well, where are they?”
He moves closer so his lips would be touching yours, “with me”, he whispers.
“Give them to me.”
“No.”
“Then come back with me and unlock it for me.”
“Mhm”, he lowers his eyes playfully, “maybe I should.”
“Yeah, do it and I’ll lock you in there so you can never escape again", you say, giving him a nod of determination.
Yoongi studies your features, having to pick you up in his arms afterwards. He giggles into you, squeezing you tightly. He has never felt like this before. His stomach is filled with so many butterflies and his chest is tingling in warmth and he feels lightheaded and his skin is charged in electricity. This is so new to him. It feels so nice.
"My princess."
“I’m serious, Yoongi Boongie”, you whine, getting shaken around in the most fun ways ever.
“I’m sure you are”, he murmurs, changing your positions so you would be sitting on his lap.
“I’m actually serious”, you insist, scooting closer and closer.
"You know that I could easily rip through the door, don’t you?"
"Doesn’t matter, I'll just make myself big in the doorway."
Yoongi shows you a lopsided grin, eyes flitting up and down your face with an amused sparkle in them.
"And you think you’re strong enough against me?"
"Yes, I am. I could fight you. Easy.", you say jokingly, making him chuckle.
“Well, when you say it, then I can’t doubt you, can I?” he says, sneaking a glance down at your hips and how they seem to grind against him, “princess what are you doing?”
“Yoongi you’re so handsome and, and hot and sweet”, you whisper.
He chuckles, cocking his right eyebrow up.
“What do you want?”
“Your cock. Just one more round.”
“Mhm princess”, he smirks, grabbing your ass to give it a playful squeeze, “you’re insatiable.”
“And? So are you", you say, looking at his hard cock standing loud and proud against his stomach.
He chuckles lazily, “you’ve got me there.”
You give him an eager roll of your hips, touching his nipples at the same time. Your eyes lock. He tries not to show it, but your touch affects him deeply. Within seconds, you have his nipples all hard and oh so sensitive between your fingers and as a result have a view of his chest heaving up and down on quickened breaths.
"What about how I killed you? We don’t want you to overdo it, do we?" he asks, voice quivering in desperation.
"I'm resurrected again."
Yoongi genuinely laughs. It sounds just that tiny bit squeaky at first before becoming those really cute throaty cackles. His eyes are also little crescent moons as he laughs and his cheeks are puffed out as he shows you his teeth in a big smile.
"Oh my god, princess", he says and coughs, "you just made me choke. Hah!" he chuckles quietly.
"Hehe", you let out, grinning proudly. This right here feels like the greatest achievement you have ever made. This is going to stay in your brain as a memory of utter happiness.
Yoongi gets into a more comfortable position, lying your bodies down and making you face him. Your leg is draped around his hips, your torso is cradled in his strong arms. The closeness is making your heart race.
"Let's do it like this", he whispers.
"Okay", you whisper, eyes racing between his'. He has the most beautiful eyes, he really does. They begin sparkling once his length breaches you. It is slow, quickening your breaths and forcing your lips closer.
"Is it too much?" he asks, feeling you tremble in his arms.
"No, come closer please."
"Like this?"
"Closer."
"Closer", he sighs and bottoms out, keeping you close with a hand on your lower back.
You sigh, grabbing a handful of his hair just to play with it lovingly. It feels so good to be so connected with him.
"Now you've got me. This is as deep I can go", he whispers, eyes racing between yours.
"Yoongi."
"___."
"Oh", you close your eyes and smile. Your hips begin rocking back and forth, moving his length inside of you perfectly.
Yoongi allows himself one more second of your face and then he closes his eyes as well, resting his forehead against yours and closing his arms around you tightly.
“This feels so good”, you sigh, “you’re so good.”
“Mhm princess, you’re so good too”, he whispers, “you’re the best.”
You snuggle into him, making him smile and melt closer with you.
"Can we do it slowly?"
"Yes", he sighs, "let's take it slow."
"I'm so weird."
"You're not."
"I shouldn’t be so horny, but I just don’t want to stop. We're so close."
"I don't want to stop either", he whispers.
You hug him, meeting his slow thrusts with rolls of your hips. It shifts him so deeply and makes your bodies melt into one.
"Yoongi, can’t you come back with me?"
"I'll just never leave."
"Then don’t."
"Princess, I have to."
You pull him closer, wrapping your leg around him tightly. It makes him gasp and then tremble because of just how deep he can feel you around him.
"Please."
"___, please don’t make it so hard."
You shake your head, circling your hips.
"I'm stubborn, you know I am."
"You're so unfair", he croaks, giving you the saddest puppy eyes ever, "I don't want to leave either, but I have to make the world better", he squeezes your waist, "for you", he whispers.
"Yoongi", you whimper.
"It's for you. It’s all for you", he sighs and then closes his eyes just to tremble in a whimper, "for you."
"Oh, Yoongs", you sigh, hugging him tightly, "you're my precious Yoongi."
Yoongi whimpers, placing his hands on your upper back. He lowers his head just so he can bury it in your chest. He is so happy. It’s insane just how happy he feels. He is precious. You think that he is precious.
"Can you tell me that you’re precious?" you ask him to which he shakes his head.
"I know you can do it", you tug his head back so your eyes could lock, "tell me, you know."
"I know", he whispers, growing smaller in relaxation. He can feel it. You are pushing him back into the same safe space he was in as he rested between your legs. Yoongi feels how warm his body becomes because of it.
"And what do you know?" you stress in a soft spoken voice, caressing his cheek.
"Don't know."
"Yes you do", you whisper, wiggling your hips so he could bury himself deeper. Yoongi’s eyelids flutter in reaction. He gives you a needy whimper and shaky intake of breath, "tell me that you’re precious."
And as Yoongi feels himself getting lost in the coziest space ever, he can’t resist any longer. There he goes. He is actually going to compliment himself.
"I'm precious", he croaks, tearing up like an idiot afterwards. At least he thinks he's an idiot for doing it. You don’t, you simply squish his cheek tenderly and nod your head.
You smile brightly, "oh Yoongs", you giggle, "yes, you are! You’re so precious. You’re my precious, sweet Yoongi Boongie."
Yoongi closes his eyes and whimpers softly. He can’t cry. Not now. Stupid emotions, making him all sappy.
Seconds later he has your lips on his forehead, kissing him sweetly. And Yoongi swears that he feels eternal. Which is quite the ironic thing to feel for someone who is truly eternal. But it is a different kind of eternal. It is good and makes him happy that he will never cease to exist. And it makes him want to fill up his eternity with nothing but you.
Yoongi wraps his arms around and pushes. Your back hits the mattress, your leg is still wrapped around him tightly soon joined by your other one. Yoongi pushes his hips into you, filling you up with those last few inches which just couldn’t reach you in the previous position.
"Holy fuck, Yoongi", you gasp, pulling yourself up by wrapping your arms around him oh so tightly.
"You have my eternity", he whispers, cradling you in his arms as he makes the sweetest love to you.
You look at him and he looks at you and it feels that in this moment golden sparks glimmer all around you.
"Yoongi, I love you", you whisper, feeling his length throb inside of you. He moans and moves closer. He needs it. He needs to be closer. Oh why can’t he get even closer? He chases it with deep rolls of his hips and his arms around you.
"Me too, I do it too", he falters in shyness, "I do, I’m just…weird…can’t say it a lot."
He makes you laugh. Yoongi feels it, having to part his lips and gasp for air. You are squeezing so much around him.
"That's okay, I know you do", you giggle, hooking your arms behind his neck to pull him closer.
His forehead falls against yours in a low thud. His eyes are closed instantly.
"You're so sweet, Yoongi", you whisper, pecking his lips.
Yoongi chases you, deeping the kiss just as you had hoped he would. It feels so right to kiss him when he is so connected with you. And while his lips dance with yours and his tongue tastes you, you think back to the hug you and him shared in your tears. Oh, that was so many hours ago and back then your future looked so brim. Not anymore. Yoongi will leave, but he will return and then you will be together again and life will be great.
You can have your warm mornings with him and watch the summer's breeze in his hair and laugh when a flower tickled his nose. You can taste his cooking and kiss him when everyone is watching and you can fall into his arms when you need comfort. This is not the end. You still have time to bask in his smile.
And then you realise that you are finally as close as two people can get. Any closer and magic would have to be involved. This is truly the peak of closeness. Limbs entangled, bodies connected by their middles and souls communicating through sweet kisses. You are finally as close as you wanted to be all those hours ago.
You barely break the kiss, only having to because of air. He peels his eyes open, studying your face as you pant for air in quick breaths.
"Do you feel good?" his voice is only audible for you. It truly is. If someone would stand just one foot away from the bed, they would hear nothing. This is a secret between you and Yoongi.
"I feel so good", you answer him just as quietly. The words are just for you and him, "do you feel good too?"
"Yes", he smiles softly, "we're so close."
"I know, that’s so nice."
"Mh-hm."
"Yoongi, I can’t wait until you’re back."
He chuckles, "I didn’t even leave yet."
"Doesn’t change anything. I'm going to show you so much once you’re back."
"Yeah?"
"Yep, I’m going to make my wing pretty and put more plants into my greenhouse and I’ll show you."
"Your wing?"
"Yes, I decided to move in."
Yoongi exhales shakily, eyes becoming glassy in happiness.
"Thank you", he whispers even more quietly.
"Mh-hm", you pull him closer by his hair, "so you have to be quick. I need your help with renovating and my bed’s too big for one, you have to fill it up together with me."
"I'll be quick”, he promises in a sigh and smiles.
"Good, I can’t wait."
Yoongi closes his eyes and whimpers. He grows weak on top of you, finding his only strength by burying his face in your neck. Like this you can hug him tighter.
Yoongi is so happy. He will be needed once he is home. He can help you create a home and that home will be just two doors down the hallway from his wing. He will be needed and he will find harmony between your legs and peace in your embrace.
"Oh god", he presses out and begins shaking. Yoongi finds his orgasm just like this. Embraced by you while his thoughts are lost in his bright future. He is a little embarrassed that he climaxed oh so early, but it happened. He couldn’t stop it. It was as if you pushed a button. One moment he is basking in your warmth and the next he can’t control his own body anymore.
He lifts his head afterwards, locking eyes with you even if he is devastatingly embarrassed.
"Did you just cum?" you sound a little surprised.
"No?"
"You're such a softie, oh my god. I'm speaking of our future dates and you’re cumming", you tease him.
"Shut up", he grumbles, pouting.
You giggle, caressing his cheeks to let him know that you weren’t truly meaning your teasing words. Your eyes sparkle as they race over his features.
"You're so cute, Yoongi Boongie", you whisper.
He huffs out air, furrowing his brows angrily. It’s not honest anger.
"Yoongi, can I cum too? I was really close."
"Yes", he whispers and reaches between your bodies to touch your clit, "does that feel nice?"
"Mhm, yeah", you sigh and close your eyes, “feels so nice…oh so nice…yes…”
“You’re so pretty”, he whispers, soaking up the view of your glowing face, “so, so pretty.”
You sigh and arch your back.
"Wanna know…what I’m gonna do…as well?" your voice comes out with difficulty now that he is touching you so well.
"Tell me princess."
"Gonna give you so many orgasms. Ah Yoongi soon."
Yoongi feels it. You are tightening around his sensitive cock. Convulsing in preparation.
"Me too, princess. You won’t be able to walk once I'm done. And then afterwards you can rest in my bed with my shirt on and I’ll make you food."
"Food", you press out and gasp, squirming, "what else?"
"I'll bring it to you and watch you eat it and it’ll be one of the new recipes I learned."
You whimper softly, eyes racing behind your lids as you imagine it. You tighten even more, making concentrating oh so difficult for Yoongi.
"And? More", you beg.
"You'll have me all to yourself afterwards and I’ll hold you, maybe I'll even fall asleep with you."
"Oh Yoongi", you moan, arching your back, "Yoongi…,"
He speeds his finger up just slightly, moving his hips to give your g-spot a skilled massage as well. His cock is terribly sensitive and Yoongi has a hard time not wailing into your neck but you need it. And he wants to give it to you. You should climax in the best way possible.
"And I’ll kiss you the next morning and I’ll tell you…", he presses his lips to your ear, "I love you, ___", he whispers, pushing you over the edge in the most soul consuming of ways.
You sob his name, hugging him so tightly that he has to squeak.
Yoongi stays inside of you until you drop and grow limp in exhaustion. You smile, keeping your eyes closed.
"Thank you", you whisper, shuddering in the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Truly, it was so intense. Not only physically but emotionally too. It really does feel as if those last orgasms for you and him fulfilled your hearts just as much as they did your bodies.
He kisses your cheek as an answer, slipping out of you but staying on top of you. He loves the warmth and he especially loves the feeling of your naked skin on his’.
“You were so amazing, princess”, he whispers sweetly.
“You too”, you say and let out a shy giggle, “will you really do all those things?”
“Mh-hm yeah, I will.”
Your eyes meet and Yoongi swears that in this moment, as he sees with just how much sparkling adoration you look at him, he falls even deeper for you.
“I’m so excited for it”, you whisper, carrying cute awe in your voice.
Yoongi finds himself smiling and then kissing the tip of your nose because he thinks you are so precious right now. With a content sigh, he finds comfort in the crook of your neck.
"Okay but, I actually need a break now, phew I'm spent”, you say and exhale loudly.
"Me too, I think my cock's dead."
You laugh, making Yoongi laugh as well.
“You’re an idiot”, you say and cackle, ruffling his hair.
Yoongi purrs, nudging your cheek with his nose. Your fingers dig deeper and he loves that sensation.
“You’re so sweaty”, you say, scratching over his scalp slowly.
“Sorry”, he tries to roll off of you, but you stop him by draping your arm around his waist.
“It’s hot.”
He snorts, lifting his head to send you a look.
“You’re so weird.”
“Hey”, you nudge his side, “you’re such a meanie. Be glad I think it’s hot. You can be all sweaty and hot from working hard and I’d want to jump your bones. That’s great.”
He chuckles, “if you say so.”
“Mh-hm yeah”, you nod your head in conviction. You lick your lips afterwards, swallowing, “I’m really thirsty. Do we have water here?”
“Stay”, he tells you, “I’ll get you something.”
Yoongi rolls off of you and, once he put his pants back on, makes his way to the bathroom. He appears after a few moments, carrying a glass of water for you.
“There you go, princess. I hope it’s nice”, he gives to you.
“Thank you”, you say, accepting it with sparkling eyes. You drink it eagerly then set it down on the bedside table, "it was so nice. Thank- Yoongi?"
Yoongi is gone, safe for a bundle of his black hair sticking out from behind the bed. You shimmy closer.
“What are you doing?” you ask him, watching him squat on the floor and then stick his head under the bed.
“Trying to fix the bed”, he says before shaking you slightly as he tries to push and bend the broken frame back into place. It actually works. Sort of. At least for tonight it will be alright. He’ll pay for the rest tomorrow.
“You’re so cute”, you laugh.
Yoongi’s face appears in your vision again. His bangs are slightly tousled from having to crawl around on the floor.
“Don’t laugh, you made me break it.”
“So it was my fault?” you giggle, “sorry, but who is the one with inhuman strength?” you point at the ripped mattress.
“I’ll just break your arm next time then”, he mumbles with a pout, making you laugh and then reach out to fix his bangs.
Yoongi accepts the touch with a tilt of his head, the kind which makes the tip of his nose poke your palm.
“Yeah. Next time”, you say, cupping his cheek just to caress it.
Your eyes meet. You both know the greater meaning which lies behind those two simple words.
“Next time”, he mouths the words more than he says them.
“Come up here and seal it with a kiss.”
Yoongi does so happily. He lets himself fall into your welcoming arms and entangles his legs with yours as your lips find each other in a deep kiss.
This is what he will do once he is back from his journey. He will fall into your arms and let you drag him down into the harmony he only feels when he is with you.
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