Warnings: fluff, smut, thigh riding, slight choking
When you and Yoongi got home it seemed that the boys had gone out, leaving a note on the coffee table that read:
We went out for drinks with Jaebum and the boys, and if you two are going to have sex please do it in Yoongi’s room not in places we usually are. Thanks. - Jin
“Wow, settle.” Yoongi chuckled, rolling his eyes and tossing the paper back onto the coffee table. He tried his best to seem unphased by the small paper but the way you whimpered his name earlier crept back into his mind and he fought the tint of pink that began to creep onto his face. He watched as you tossed your flannel onto the couch, admiring the way your hair framed your face, he admired your newly exposed skin, it wasn’t that he was being wierd and admiring your arms and shoulders…it was just you in every aspect was beautiful. Every single exposed and unexposed part of you was beautiful. “Yoongz, do you trust me?” A hint of mystery floated through your words, and the small smile plastering across your face was not helping his curiosity as to why you asked such a question. “I mean, yeah? I guess?” He wasn’t exactly positive as to how to answer such a random question, but you left no time for him to question himself. You grabbed his hand and led him up two flights of stairs and into you and Hoseok’s shared bathroom.
“Grab the rolling chair from my desk and sit. No questions asked.” While the confused mint haired boy listened to your comands, tossing his denim jacket to the side in the process, you pulled out a clear tub from underneath your sink. He plopped into the chair and watched as you mixed some bleach powder and developer into a bowl knowing exactly what process was about to take place. “Sorry Yoongz, but the mint is fading so much, and I think you’d look nice with blonde hair.” He just chuckled and pulled out his phone while you began applying the bleach to his hair, Yoongi wasn’t one to care much about big changes or bold decisions or at least he didnt act like it, so as you applied bleach to his faded out hair he sat scrolling through his phone. “I literally hate this process.” He groaned as you put a shower cap over his bleach covered hair, you rubbed his shoulders softly in an apology for the very itchy and uncomfortable process of color stripping, and hopfully a light bleaching would do the trick. The hair transformation lasted a good hour and half, full of laughs and loud screeches from Yoongi, ‘Y/n!! YOU’RE GETTING WATER EVERYWHE- AH THATS MY SHIRT YOU DICK.’ He ended up getting his revenge by shaking his head like a dog, and now he sat with dampened blonde hair and soaked shirt.
“I’m too lazy to dry it again so we’re just gunna let it air dry,” You huffed, ruffeling his wet hair.
“Lets go stay up late and write grandpa.”
He followed you to his room, he watched your messy ponytail swing side to side through his matted down damp hair. Another night alone in his room, two passionate souls speaking of passionate things in a room that held a kiss earlier that day, only this time as you climbed up onto his bed you patted the empty space next to you as an invitation for the nights long hours. He sat with his back against the headboard as he watched you change your position to where you were sitting criss cross apple sauce against the wall next to his headboard. “Okay so I’ve been pondering on this one idea, so please bare with me,” He studied how your nimble fingers flipped through your worn down journal until you found the marked up desired page.
“Dream, I will be there for your creation. Until the end of your life. Dream, wherever you might be. It will be lenient. Dream, you will fully bloom. After all the hardships. Dream, your beginnings will seem humble, So prosperous will your future be.”
Yoongi nodded his head ever so softly as you spoke out your notebook lyrics, he analyzed them in his head as you spoke, conjuring your lyrics into a beat so astounding yet not surprising. He sent your lyrics through a test of rhythm, should they be sung by your pretty little voice or rapped by a God, and when you closed your journal and watched the wheels turn in his head, awaiting his reply you couldnt help but smile at his passion. You watched as Yoongi sat up slightly and began rapping what you assumed to be the next part in what would be a beautiful masterpiece. “Right, I’m living because I can’t die
But I don’t have anything I want to do
I’m in so much pain and lonliness but people around me
Keep telling me to regain my consciousness
I try to vent my anger but I only got myself
So what’s the point of venting my anger
I’m scared to open my eyes everyday and start breathing.”
“You never fail to impress me, Min Yoongi.” Your voice was small, to distracted by your thoughts to focus on words and to embarrassed by your thoughts to make eye contact at the now blonde boy sitting inches away from you, and you didnt have to see him to know he was doing his infamous smug ass shug. You quickly jotted down his fast spoken words and smiled in content when the last word was documented in the old tattered book.
“You’re pretty confident for a insecure guy.” He smiled softly and replied simply. “And you’re pretty fearless for a scared girl.” You returned the soft smile and reached for his pale hand and held it tightly. “I’m scared of failing, or trying and not succeeding… but I’m fearless in taking risks and going for the gold, you shouldn’t fear the task but its normal to fear the outcome.” Yoongi traced his thumb softly across yours and explained himself as you had done for yourself. “I dont know, I’m not exactly confident about parts of myself and growing up and not knowing myself made me insecure… but i’m confident in my writing, in my skill, in my leadership skills.” His voice didnt waver, didnt crack. There was no sign of meloncahloy or hurt, it was simply factual statments spoken from an unphased man, his mindless actions causing your heart to flutter. “What arn’t you confident of?” The silences between questions and answers were no where near awkward, it was just small pauses in time, watching his hair air dry as the conversation got older and older. His blonde hair now slightly wavy, and his bare face so pretty while his side profile was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen, sharp jawline and perfect features upon an inviting neck connected to a desirable and beautiful masterpiece that was Min Yoongi. You knew it was only the first date, but love has no set times, no set occassions and the way he looked tonight, you wanted it to make it your mission to make him confident in all the places he wasnt.
“I used to be a bit chubby,” a small chuckle escaped his lips like thinking back to that time made him remember adorable memories. “I dieted, and I mean I wont lie being next to the maknae sometimes makes me feel less than, so I guess i’m not confident in my stomach or thighs but I’m not super insecure about it, just not confident.” You took in his breathy chuckle and pouty lips as he spoke, you’d seen him naked before but it wasnt a time you actually paid attention. His thighs weren’t muscular like Jungkook or Jimin’s but they were perfect, and you knew he didnt have abs but his stomach was flat and cute, so perfect but as he spoke of these insecurities and as you looked at his etheral features, something inside you clicked.
You straddled him without a second thought, taking his face in both your hands and pressing your light pink lips agaisnt his pretty pouty ones, his hands instantly grabbing your hips firmly. He took over shortly after your lips met, immediately asking permission to explore and by god you couldn’t deny. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and before he could plan his next move you took his bottom lip between your teeth, opening your eyes to him looking directly into yours, slowly you lowered yourself to be forehead to forehead with your Daegu Prince. His lidded eyes staring into yours, while his hot breath hit your lips and you hoped he felt yours too, you rolled your hips agaisnt his, bringing his cock to life under you. “Fuck.” He groaned pressing you down further agaisnt him, you had a plan and all you needed him to do was slip your pants down your legs, and by the way his lips latched onto your neck while you slightly grinded agaisnt him told you it wouldn’t be long until he needed to have you shed clothing.
Yoongi sucked at nibbled at your exposed flesh as he felt you roll your hips so gracefully, even during sinful deeds your actions were heavenly. Small, barley audible moans left your pretty, swollen lips as Yoongi met his hips up to yours, until finally he swiftly brought you down agaisnt the bed, hands fumbling for the hem of your jeans and expertly sliding off the now pointless garment.
You felt a soft breeze against your now exposed legs, quickly pulling Yoongi’s face to yours you kissed his intoxicating lips again because you just couldn’t seem to get enough. “Yoongi sit up.” Your low and sweet voice sent chills down his spine, he obeyed your command and watched while you slipped your baby blue panties down your glorious legs. You weren’t trying to tease, and he knew that; mesmerized by your astounding beauty he gulped in the presence of his goddess. There was no words that needed to be spoken, love and need filling the air in a mixture of innocence and sin swirling around the four walls yall sat in, you never once took your eyes off his pretty, pale face and flushed cheeks and lightly damp blonde hair. He looks so handsome. You ‘casually’ straddled one of his thighs and left soft butterfly kisses from the corner of his mouth, across his jawline and right underneath his ear, you kissed over his pierced ear and smiled as his hands ran down your still covered torso.
“Maybe I can make you confident about your thighs.” Your soft whisper sending something between a moan and growl to leave Yoongi’s glistening, swollen lips while his grip on your hips tightened. Your soft kisses soon turned sloppy and feverish against your canvas that was his neck, painting beautiful purple marks of love upon the inviting skin. You worked yourself up and down his jean covered thigh, the rough material creating a delicious amount of friction agaisnt your clit. He watched your body move like a clip stuck on repeat, listening to the dirty yet oh so pretty sounds leaving your mouth like it was the best song he’d ever heard. You ran your fingers through his hair as you continued to ride his perfect thigh, sending soft curses into the air without any want to hold back because you wanted Yoongi to know that his thighs were more then satisfying.
“Faster baby.” Baby. How you’ve been waiting to here that name fall from his lips since the night in the train car, and as he breathed the compand he flexed his thigh making sending you into a state of bliss. “F-fuck, Yoongi your thigh feels so good.” You whimpered, already staining his jeans with your pleasure, his hands guiding your body because even during this he had some sort of control and you were one hundred percent okay with that. You saw his erect cock straining against his jeans and as much you wanted to pleasure him, you needed him to know how perfect he was in the places he wasn’t confident in.
His flushed cheeks and hooded eyes sent a wave of electricity through your body, he was a true prince and dear god you prayed to be his princess. He noticed your stutter in movements, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear his flexed again getting a loud moan to erupt from deep within. “You look so beautiful, I could write a song about this moment alone.” His praise sent a familiar tightening feeling in your stomach, you were so close and you needed him to know. “Y-yoongi, i’m close -fuck- your thighs are perfect, yes dont stop baby please.” The mix of pleading and praise sent a devious smirk to appear on his face while his eyes thanked you for the sweet and caring gesture. He continued to flex his thigh and press you down harder against him, pressing his lips against your collarbone, whispering soft prasies against your glistening skin causing your walls to clench around nothing and for you to come undone. You rode out your high, whispering barley audible 'I love you’s’ and 'you’re so perfect.’ You couldnt hold back your thoughts, his name, the praise, the 'I love you’s’ rolled off your tongue like it was your duty to speak nothing but just that. “Good girl, you sound so pretty moaning for me.” Feeling the heat reach your cheeks you kissed him softly to hide it, while his words were sweet his voice dripped of want and need sending you into a never ending spiral of desire.
Changing positions and straddling him completely you kissed his nose then his irresistible lips. “I could write a song about you too ya know, the way your lips look after kissing me… the way your pink tinted cheeks look against a pale pallet of complete beauty.”
“Pale pallet of complete beauty?” He chuckled rolling his eyes at the horribly cheesy line that he in fact that was cute.
“The words of a writer Min Yoongi, get over it.”
Oh but he would never get over it, he never wanted to. He would be totally content with hearing your cheesy lines and sweet gestures everyday, Yoongi took in your glistening skin, exposed thighs and so much more, he took in how you smelt of apples and sweat but in the best way. He tried not to look too much scared that it’d break his careless attitude, break his silent caring state so instead he pressed his lips below gour ear and began to create a memory in your skin, one that one day wash away from your neck but not your soul. “You looked so pretty riding my thigh,” his sinister whisper rang throughout your body his left hand running up your exposed thigh and onto your ass, your hot skin feeling like fire underneath his hand. “I just know you’d look beautiful moaning underneath me.” The statment elicited a moan to break free, the low raspy sound of his voice sent goosebumps across your dampened skin. He squeezed your ass softly before he ran his hand back down your thigh, his soothing touch sending waves of electricity through your body.
“I want to savor this moment Y/n,” he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek and down your jaw. “I want to feel every part of you.” His fingertips traced down shoulder, your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the process until he traced the inner of your thigh. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered so quietly that not even he was sure he said it.
“You have every part of me for as long as you want.”
“I think I might want you forever.” His breath was ghosting over your mouth as he stuttered out the confession, and as of what exactly he meant by forever was a mystery to the two of you, I guess love just makes you irrational and impulsive because here you were, half naked and kissing on the first date. But that was thing… it didnt feel like the first date, wrapped up in every word you spoke to each other, every movement and every moment going by so smoothly because loving him didnt scare you, but by god loving you scared him. Scared to love freely and openly, but not scared of you.
“I think I might want you too.” Replies so simple for confessions so extreme, but as he smiled and squeezed your thigh, you knew he was happy with your answer.
It wasn’t a forever that put pressure on you, it was simply a confession that you knew confused Yoongi, the forever sounded promising and with the rate this first date was going you hoped maybe a forever is just what you needed with him. You looked at his eyes and there it was… the whole. Fucking. Galaxy. You reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head in a a swift motion,leaving you in only your black strapless bra; he groaned in frusterstion at looked at you with dark eyes and slightly opened mouth. “You are so fucking sexy.” His voice low and raspy, immediately he began placing hot open mouth kisses over the swell of your breasts in a hungry like fashion. Your mind was clouded by the feeling of his lips and the swirl of his tounge making marks all over your newly exposed skin, soft sighs of pleasure leaving your lips as you watched him kiss and suck.
“Fuck this.” He growled, unclasping your bra skillfully. He wasted no time in touching you, taking one breast in his hand and pinching your hard nipple while taking your other in his mouth where he ran his tongue so soft, so teasingly, sucking every so often earning a loud moan to leave your lips. He grabbed your hips and laid you forward, his still clothed body hovering over your exposed one, his face soon buried in between your boobs, leaving small purple bites in the valley of your breasts then licking over it.
Your soft whimper switched something inside Yoongi, as he looked at you with hungry eyes and a devious smirk, all signs of soft Yoongi gone and boy did that look excite you. “Yes baby, moan for me. Whimper for me, let me hear you.” He pressed his lips to yours feverishly as one hand remained gripping your hip while the other made its way down your stomach. His tongue doing wonders in your mouth as he swiped a finger up your folds, coating it in your arousal. “You’re so wet for me.” He cooed, breaking free from the kiss to lick off the remnants of your pleasure off his finger then slamming his lips back to yours causing you to taste the sweet remains of yourself on his lips and tongue. You hastily pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes. Running your fingertips along his chest and down his stomach, running a single finger down his happy trail. “And your so hard for me.” Your hand palming his painfully hard dick over his jeans, he thrusted himself into your hand a loud moan escape his swollen lips from the new attention his cock was getting. He looked down at you with hooded eyes and furrowed brows as you continued to rub him never breaking eye contact (which seemed to drive him mad) At an agonizingly slow pace you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his perfect milky thighs letting him do the rest. He was left in his light gray boxers, you saw the stain of precum and you smiled knowing the effect you had on him.
You softly placed your hand on his chest to sit him down once more, as you pulled down his boxers and ran your hands down his thighs to his balls. You massaged his balls with your hand, as you listened to his soft sighs and gulps, his hands gripping the sheets, you halted your movements for a moment waiting for him to look down at you, his eyes met yours and as you stared deep into his eyes you ran your finger over his angry, pink tip, spreading his precum and boy did that trigger something inside that blonde haired beauty. Within seconds he had your hands pinned down over your head and his face buried in your neck, you felt his hot breath hit your bruises and it felt so good and so heavenly. “Kiss my lips pabo.” He looked at you with his adorable gummy smile before pressing his lips to yours, his lips being your new favorite flavor, you felt his hard member pressed against your inner thigh sending a soft moan of want to leave your lips which he quickly swallowed whole.
One hand held your two wrists together as the other made its way down your side and down your thigh, sending euphoria to fill your lungs. Oxygen suddenly seeming useless if you didnt have him filling your body with the euphoria his touch provided.
His hand grazed over your heat as he grabbed his cock, running it down your folds in teasing manner causing you squirm in anticpation underneth him. “Yoongi!” You didnt care if you sounded needy because you were, you needed him, you wanted him now. His chuckle filled your ears as he lined himself up with your entrance wanting nothing more then to feel you around him, before you could even blink he slid himself into you sending both of you to moan in much awaited pleasure.
He let go of your wrists to put one hand on your waist and the other to hold himself up, his face inches from yours soaking up all your beauty and the way your skin glistened with a small coat of sweat that could only be seen in certain light. He snapped his hips into yours causing him to swallow the following moan as he kissed you as passionately as he fucked you. He pulled himself out only to slam back into you, rolling his hips hard but slow, creating such a passionate pace and in that moment you were his rap song. You were the piece of art he worked on, passionately and wonderfully. Running your hands down his back to feel every curve, dip, every inch becoming a permanent memory in your mind, you grabbed his perfect ass and squeezed sending a very noticable red tint to hit his cheeks as he looked into your eyes, pounding into you slowly not breaking eye contact just as you had done before. Breathe ghosting over each others lips, allowing every moan to escape like it was a prize for the other.
The hand that was previously on your hip traced its way up your stomach and breasts and up to your neck sending shivers down your spine. Whimpering his name for what felt like the hundredth time that night he slammed into you harder, as if with ever snap of his hips he was telling you he loved you, his passion came in ways so much more then 'I love you’s’ and you loved it. He pressed his thumb and index finger down in just the right place to send your brain into a daze, closing your eyes in pure ecstasy you smiled while his hand remained on your throat until he finally let go and kissed your nose for being such a good girl. “Moan my name baby.” His voice lacked dominance, it was more of a plead then a demand but you didnt need to be told twice to show him how expertly skilled he was in pleasing you. You chanted his name in a whiny manner that sent a deep groan to leave his lips. He lifted your leg over his shoulder to get a new angle, hitting your g spot with every passionate, slow, and deep thrust, the familiar feeling boiling in the pit of your stomach, digging your fingers into his shoulders as you began kissing his collarbones and adams apple, moaning into his damp skin. The slapping of skin filling the room along with mewls and growls made everything hotter, his matted down freshly bleached hair and your slightly smudged makeup from dinner eaflier that night. “Y-Y/n, look at me. I want to see you when you cum. Let me see your face when you come undone.” Kissing his adams apple one last time, he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavily against your lips, you closed your eyes tightly as you clenched around him sending a loud moan to leave his lips that you withiut hesitation kissed away. “I’m close Yoongi.” He quickly found his way to your clit as he began to rub your sensitve bud to help you find your release, you were falling, seeing stars and feeling nothing but ecstasy.
He watched your eyes flutter shut as you clentched around him once again and let go completely, moaning his name like it was normal for you to do so, and seeing you come undone sent him over the edge, releasing his hot, white pleasure deep within you, moaning your name loud and proud because this time it was actually you; the two of you rode out your highs. Heavy breaths and lips barley touching, drinking in each others states, not kissing or fucking, just breathing and sweaty. The room was silent, except for your heavy breathing and the words the two of yall exchanged with the intense eye contact spoke volumes over the silence.
Yoongi kissed you softly before slipping out of you and walking to his bathroom to grab a damp towel, he cleaned you off; the towel causing you to slightly hiss due to how sensitive you were. Before going to put the towel away he handed you your underwear and his shirt, not looking your way but caring quietly like he usually did, but no matter you smiled to yourself as you slipped on his shirt happily. Coated in his scent you giggled and crawled under the covers waiting for your Dageu prince to come back and sleep next to you. He came back wearing black and blue boxers, his hair a mess and his cheeks pink as pink can be, he looked angelic…well sort of.
He slipped under the covers and nonchalantly scooped you up into him, looking up at the ceiling as your head rested on his bare chest and your hand rested on his stomach. “Are we going to talk about what all happened today?” As cliche and as 'girl’ like it seemed it must be asked, because you admitted mutual feelings of love, and made love of the first date, there was no denying that what happened prior was way more then a typical fuck. It was magical and meant something.
“I think what just happened spoke louder then anything Y/n.” His soft chuckle made his chest vibrate underneath you, and perhaps his answer wasn’t exactly what you were looking for but he was right.
“So we just see where this goes?” Not jumping into a relationship that both of yall knew you wanted, but too scared to do so. Going day by day as two people who enjoyed the other company and loved one another, not the pressure of boyfriend and girlfriend but just…Yoongi and Y/n.
His response was the last thing you heard before falling asleep soundlessly on his chest.
“Just like writing a song.”
The sound of light banter and sizzling bacon woke you up from your much needed sleep, Yoongi still sleeping sweetly beside you, his blonde hair sticking up in random places making him look like the cutest mess ever. Grabbing your phone and pulling on some of Yoongi’s sweats you made your way downstairs without waking sir sleepy head.
It wasn’t untill you were greeted by five sets of wiggling eyebrows, and smug smirks that your realized your mistake. “Looks like Yoongi Hyung marked you up nicely.” Jimin giggled, running up to you and poking your side like a little middle school boy, but of course the humiliating time could not be over without the evil Maknae coming in and taking a jab at the events. He walked up to you and squinted his eyes slightly, hands behind his back and bending over your short body barely. “Mhm, how many is that? One…two…three..and four. Hyung did do a good job.” You punched the defenseless “little” bunny boy in the stomach causing Taehyung to howl in laughter but of course what kind of golden maknae would he be if the punch actually phased him?
“Anyways, wheres Hoseok?” Noticing that of the five pairs of eyes your favorite brown ones were no where to be found. Namjoon turned away with a smirk still plastered on his face while, Jin simply continued cooking, Jimin and Taehyung were giggling like children while Jungkook rose an eyebrow and gestured behind you. “Does that answer your question?”
Jimin and Taehyung’s giggling became background noise as you turned around to see Hoseok with deshelveled hair and light pink cheeks, but it wasn’t Hoseok that had your eyes wide with shock. It was the petite brunette standing next to him, beautiful figure camouflaged behind Hoseok’s familiar silky white button up and leggings that you were assuming were hers. She was beautiful and as to why she was in yalls house wasn’t much of mystery but as to why you are finding out about it now was.
“Y/n, this is Rosé.”